When a maid is the one to surprise Cassandra Dimitrescu
A speck of black darted across your field of vision. Your T-Rex eyes immediately darted after the motion. But against your every instinct, you dragged your head around the other way. Sure enough, there was Cassandra, about to pounce.
“Ra–oh.” Cassandra came up short, her intent to jump scare you thwarted. You grinned so broadly your face might have split in two.
“Got you, my Lady!” There was no smugness in your expression. No arrogance or taunting. Just genuine, uncomplicated joy at a vanishingly rare situation where you, a mere maid, got the better of Cassandra Dimitrescu.
For her own part, Cassandra wasn't a sore loser either. Instead, she grinned proudly down at you. “Well done, darkling.” She pulled you close, pressing a slow kiss against your lips. You melted into her embrace. You gazed up dreamily at the vampire when she finally pulled away.
Your eyes lingered on your beloved Cassandra’s face. Her sharp golden eyes, a thin ring of liner around them. Her lips, black lipstick slightly smudged, turned up in a soft smile. Her broad nose. The rose tattoo on her forehead. You couldn’t help but swoon in Cassandra’s strong arms. “You’re so pretty, my Lady.”
You could’ve sworn she saw a dusting of pink spread across Cassandra’s cheeks before the vampire leaned back in for another kiss. And then another. Every time your lips parted, Cassandra darted forward to capture yours again.
She pulled you tight against her and you had to crane her neck back to still meet Cassandra’s lips. You felt Cassandra’s hands come up to cradle your head, one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your jaw. You opened your lips, and shivered in delight as Cassandra’s tongue took the invitation, practically spearing into your mouth.
You moaned into Cassandra's mouth, but the sound was cut short by the sound of someone loudly clearing her throat. Cassandra looked up, and very nearly bowled you over when she stiffened in surprise. There were both of her sisters, standing there and looking vaguely awkward.
“You were the one who wanted so badly to go hunting, Cassandra,” Bela said with amusement cutting through the mild irritation in her voice.
“It looks to me like she's already caught one,” Daniela teased.
Cassandra was silently flustered for a beat. Then she burst suddenly into her swarm and flew away. Both sisters dissolved into their own swarms, Daniela waving a playful goodbye to you as she went. They followed, giggling, after Cassandra.
For your own part, you just stood there for a long moment, blushing all the way down to your neck.
The buzzing of a rapidly approaching swarm of insects was enough to inspire mortal terror in most maids. Enough to make them silently beg to Mother Miranda that it was going somewhere else. Enough to cause outright panic at the sound of an accompanying giggle.
You weren’t most maids.
You couldn’t help the surge of excitement as you heard a swarm bearing down on you. Nor the joy you felt when you realized it was definitely headed towards you. Nor the grin that split your face when you heard a familiar giggle.
Before you knew it, the swarm had surrounded you. A thousand tiny wings brushed across your skin. It had been a deeply unnerving sensation at first, but after over a year as Cassandra’s lover, the touch of her insects had come to feel as nice to you as the caress of her hands.
A pair of golden eyes condensed from the swirling mass of black that filled your vision. You felt her arms encircle your waist as the rest of her face emerged from her swarm.
“My Lady,” you sighed with affection bordering on reverence. You reached out to hug her back, but her torso wasn’t there yet. She snickered, then… leaned? floated? in to kiss you.
