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May 15

Happy birthday, Yolanda Garcia

Garsanshimi smut as promised (though it’s 90% garshimi 10% Garsanshimi)

NSFW, Minors DNI

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Happy Birthday, Yolanda Garcia on ao3

Yolanda Garcia woke to the soft press of lips against her shoulder and the familiar scent of Baran's jasmine perfume. She blinked sleepily, turning to find her girlfriend propped on one elbow, dark eyes already warm with affection.

"Happy birthday, baby," Baran murmured, her voice low and honeyed.

Yolanda stretched, a slow smile spreading across her face. It felt a little strange—she'd never been one to make a fuss over her own birthday, but Baran and Trinity had insisted. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Baran kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then lingered at the corner of her mouth. "I have a present for you."

"Oh?" Yolanda's interest piqued. "What is it?"

Baran gave her one last quick kiss, and then leant back towards the nightstand. She grabbed a white envelope and nervously handed it to Yolanda.

Yolanda sat up fully now, leaning against the headboard. Baran adjusted around her, sitting up enough that she could lean on Yolanda with one leg thrown lazily over her hips.

Finally she answered Yolanda’s question, “it’s a surprise. Happy birthday baby.”

Yolanda looked at her quickly.

Baran seemed oddly nervous, which was unusual for her. Out of the three of them, Baran was always the best at giving gifts. She had a habit of surprising you with something you didn’t even know you needed, or remembering something Yola had mentioned briefly from months beforehand. It was unlike her to be anxious.

Yolanda dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head, murmuring a thank you as she opened the envelope.

A pretty card greeted her, decorated with stunningly artistic drawings of a vase of flowers sitting in front of a window sill. Outside of the window sill, you could just make out the rain falling. Yolanda’s traitorous heart skipped a beat at the sight. She remembered. Of course she remembered.

She opened the birthday card now, expecting to see Baran’s usual. Something beautifully written, just the right mix of emotionally loving and teasing, something heartfelt and designed to show Yolanda or Trinity just how much she loved them.

She read over the words and frowned. What?

There was a small message, and then what looked to be a paper voucher stuck in the middle.

‘Happy birthday my Violet, enjoy your voucher

1x permission to dominate Baran Al Hashimi, to use at the recipients time of choosing

Love you baby,

Bee ❤️’

She did a double take, unable to believe her eyes. Slowly, a grin spread across her face, and she turned to face Baran excitedly.

“Wait really? Are you sure? I would fucking love that but not if you’re uncomfortable with it, or-“

Baran silenced her ramble by pressing a kiss to her lips and smiling, her earlier nervousness forgotten now that she’d seen Baran’s reaction.

“I’m sure baby,” Baran's gaze softened then, something vulnerable flickering behind her usual composure. "Me. For the whole day. I want you to take care of me... however you want."

Yolanda's breath caught. Baran was the dominant one—ruthlessly controlled, always in charge. The idea of her offering submission, even for a day, was a gift more precious than anything wrapped in ribbon.

"Are you sure?" Yolanda asked again, her voice careful now. "You don't have to—"

"I want to." Baran pressed a finger to Yolanda's lips, silencing the protest. "It's your birthday. Let me give you this."

Yolanda's heart swelled. She captured Baran's hand, kissed her palm. "Okay. But we take it slow. And you tell me the moment—"

"I will." Baran's smile was tender, trusting. "I trust you."

They lay there for a while, the morning light painting the room gold. Yolanda felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, a mix of anticipation and responsibility.

She'd dommed plenty of times before—with Trinity, with ex-partners, in fact she preferred it to subbing—but with Baran it felt different. Sacred. She didn’t want to do it her normal way either. Baran had given her something precious here, and Yolanda was going to prove to her how much she treasured it. Baran deserved something softer.

Baran's phone buzzed. She glanced at it. "Trinity says happy birthday, and she's sorry she has to work, but she'll be home by dinner." Trinity was the unlucky one in their trio today. Scheduling time off for all of them at once had proven to be too difficult.

"Tell her I love her." Yolanda nestled closer, letting Baran wrap an arm around her. "And that she better be ready to celebrate tonight, too."

Baran typed a quick reply, then set the phone aside. "She said she'll bring champagne."

"Perfect."

The morning stretched into afternoon, lazy and intimate. They shared breakfast in bed—croissants and fresh berries—talking about nothing in particular, letting the anticipation build naturally.

Around two o'clock, Yolanda took Baran's hand. "Come with me."

She led her to the living room, where the afternoon sun slanted through the windows, warming the hardwood floor. Instead of heading to the couch, Yolanda sat on the plush rug and tugged Baran down beside her.

"I want to take my time with you," Yolanda said, her voice dropping. "I want to taste every inch of you before we do anything else."

Baran's pulse quickened. She nodded, letting Yolanda guide her onto her back, her head resting on a throw pillow.

Yolanda started slow. She unbuttoned Baran's blouse with deliberate care, pressing a kiss to each centimetre of skin that was slowly revealed. The column of her throat, the curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Baran's breath hitched as Yolanda's lips closed around her nipple, tongue circling the hardened peak.

"You're so responsive," Yolanda murmured against her skin. "I love watching you react."

Baran tangled her fingers in Yolanda's hair, pulling her closer. "Don't stop."

"I don't plan to."

Yolanda kissed her way down Baran's stomach, across her ribs, dipping her tongue into her navel. She parted Baran's legs, pressing her thighs apart with gentle hands. But instead of diving in, she paused, simply looking at her.

"You're so beautiful like this," Yolanda said, her voice thick with reverence. "All spread out for me. Trusting me. It's the best birthday gift I've ever gotten."

Baran's cheeks flushed, but she held Yolanda's gaze. "Then take it. Take me."

Yolanda lowered her head, but didn't go straight for Baran's centre. She kissed the inside of her thighs, first one, then the other, alternating between soft pecks and playful nips. Baran squirmed, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact.

There was a name on the tip of Baran’s tongue. She’d called Yolanda by it plenty of times when they were teasing Trinity together, but she’d never been in this position when she’d said it. But even as she but her lip to stop it from escaping, Yolanda bit her thigh, and her resolve crumbled.

"Please, Daddy." The name slipped out before Baran could stop it, and she felt a rush of heat at her own boldness.

Yolanda's eyes went dark. "Say that again." The effect on Yolanda was obvious. It sounded so different this way, with Baran pliant and willing underneath her. Seeing the woman who was usually so controlled and powerful calling her daddy in this way and saying please so sweetly had her head spinning.

"Daddy. Please."

"Good girl." Yolanda finally pressed her mouth to Baran's cunt, but it was just a light kiss, barely a tease. "You're going to have to be patient, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg."

Baran whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow. She was already so wet, her body aching for more, and hearing Yolanda direct her ‘good girl’ at her instead of Trinity had her whole body heating. But Yolanda's touch was featherlight, her tongue tracing lazy patterns around her clit without ever touching it directly.

"Please, Daddy, I need—"

"What do you need, babygirl?"

"Your mouth. Your fingers. Anything. Please."

Yolanda smiled against her skin. "That's my good girl."

She finally gave Baran what she wanted, her tongue pressing flat against her clit in a slow, deliberate stroke. Baran cried out, her hands fisting in the rug. Yolanda worked her with patient expertise, alternating between broad licks and tight circles, building a rhythm that had Baran trembling within minutes.

"Look at you," Yolanda murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "So wet for me. So ready."

"I'm ready. Please, I want you inside me."

"Not yet." Yolanda dipped her head again, sucking Baran's clit into her mouth. "I want to make you cum with my mouth first. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes—yes—"

Baran's orgasm built slowly, a warm tide rising in her belly. She felt Yolanda's fingers slide inside her, curling to find that perfect spot, and she shattered with a sharp cry, her body arching off the floor.

Yolanda didn't stop. She lapped through the aftershocks, drawing out every tremor, until Baran was boneless and gasping.

"Beautiful," Yolanda whispered, pressing a kiss to her thigh. "Now I'm ready to fuck you."

Yolanda helped Baran to her feet, steadying her when her knees wobbled. She led her to the kitchen table, the same one they'd eaten breakfast at every morning before work. The surface was bare, cleared of everything.

"Bend over," Yolanda said.

Baran placed her palms flat on the wood, her hips pressing against the edge. She was still sensitive, her cunt slick and throbbing. The position felt vulnerable, exposed—but right.

Yolanda's hands found her hips, thumbs tracing circles over the dip of her waist. "You've been so good for me, sweetheart. So patient. Now I'm going to fill you up, and you're going to take every inch."

"Yes, Daddy."

Baran heard the click of the harness, the quiet rustle of the strap-on being adjusted. She felt the cool press of lube against her entrance, then the blunt tip of the silicone cock.

Yolanda didn't thrust immediately. She teased, pressing just the tip inside, then pulling back. Again and again, each time a little deeper, until Baran was gasping, pushing back against her.

"Please, Daddy—I need you—" Baran didn’t even recognise the sound of her own voice. She’d never been this needy, it made her jolt her hips back, trying to feel Yolanda.

Yolanda’s hands tightened around her hips, the whine in Baran’s voice affecting her too, making her want to plunge in hard and fast, see how much Baran could take before her legs gave out. But she resisted the urge, wanting to do this right for Baran’s first time in this dynamic with her.

"So desperate." Yolanda's voice was warm, amused. "That's my good girl, so fucking good for me.” Baran whined again at this, hips still moving, and Yolanda couldn’t resist any longer. Baran was so wet around her that she knew it wouldn’t be a problem.

She thrust forward, burying the entire length inside Baran in one smooth motion.

Baran cried out, her fingers scrabbling against the table. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. Yolanda held still, letting her adjust, rubbing soothing circles on her hips.

"You feel so good around me, sweetheart. So tight."

Baran's breath came in ragged gasps. "Move. Please move."

Yolanda began to thrust, a steady, relentless rhythm. The table creaked beneath them, the only sound besides Baran's moans and Yolanda's murmured praise.

"That's it, babygirl. Taking me so perfectly. You're doing so well." Baran was moaning wantonly now, the movement of Yolanda’s hips making her cry out in time with every thrust.

The pressure built again, lower and heavier this time. Baran's legs trembled, her knuckles white where she gripped the table.

“Need you, want you to-“ Baran whined, unable to get the sentence out, face flushing bright red at what she was about to say.

Yolanda wasn’t having any of it. She stopped the movement of her hips completely, ignoring the pleas that fell from Baran’s lips.

She leaned over, resting her weight against Baran’s back and pinning her to the table. She lifted one hand to lightly rest at Baran’s throat. “Tell me babygirl, what were you gonna say?”

Baran bit her lip. She couldn’t do it, she was too embarrassed. This was something Trinity did, not her, and she wasn’t sure how Yolanda would take it coming from her.

Yolanda’s hand squeezed slightly at the sides of her throat and she moaned.

“Tell me, or we stop.” Her hands squeezed again.

“Want you to cum inside me, please.” The words were a whisper, and her face flamed bright red. She closed her eyes, too scared to see Yolanda’s reaction.

She shouldn’t have been. Yolanda heard the words and instantly her hips jolted forward, grinding and pressing into Baran from behind. They both let out a gasp.

“Is that right baby? You want daddy to fill up that pretty pussy? Need me to breed you like a good little girl, huh?” She stayed in her current position so she could whisper the words in Baran’s ear while still rutting into her, “You look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

Baran was still bent over the table with Yolanda behind her and leaning over her, they were so close together that Yolanda could feel Baran’s wetness hitting her own thighs.

Baran let out a high-pitched scream at the feel of Yolanda grinding inside her, she started nodding her head desperately.

“Yes, fuck. Fuck- need it daddy. Need it so bad.”

"Look at you," Yolanda said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "All mine. On my birthday, you're giving me this. Letting me fill up that pretty little pussy. Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too, so much. I'm going to-please Daddy can I-“ She couldn’t get the rest of the words out, but Yolanda, who knew her so well, filled them in for her.

"Cum for me. Let go. I've got you."

Baran's second orgasm crashed over her, harder than the first, pulling a scream from her throat. Yolanda thrust through it, drawing it out, until Baran collapsed forward, spent.

Yolanda pulled out, gathered her into her arms. The words tumbled out of her mouth now freely, her filter gone. "So good baby. You did so good. Took me so well. Look so fucking perfect when you cum on my cock like that" she kissed Baran's temple. "Thank you, babygirl."

She led Baran to the bedroom, her hand gentle but firm on the small of her back. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled from the night before, a night when Baran had been the one in control, a night that felt like a lifetime ago. Now she was lying flat on her back, staring up at Yolanda who was straddled on her hips, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, looking oh so perfectly fucked out.

"Arms up," Yolanda said.

Baran obeyed, raising her wrists above her head. Yolanda took the silk scarves she'd set out earlier—Trinity's idea, actually, a thoughtful addition—and tied them to the headboard, not too tight, just enough to create the illusion of restraint.

While Trinity wanted them as tight as possible so she couldn’t break out, Yolanda wanted to give Baran the option to tap out if she needed to. She had to keep reminding herself that Baran wasn’t used to this, and she had to be gentler with her than she was with Trinity.

"Look at you," Yolanda said, stepping back to admire her work. Baran was lying on her back, arms stretched above her, dark hair splayed across the pillow. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard and oh so tempting. "So beautiful like this. So vulnerable. And all mine."

"Daddy..." Baran's voice was breathless, her eyes fixed on Yolanda with an intensity that bordered on worship.

Yolanda crawled further back down the bed, positioning herself between Baran's thighs. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Baran's stomach, her hip bones, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"You've been carrying so much," Yolanda murmured between kisses. "Controlling everything, taking care of everyone. But not tonight. Tonight you get to just... let go. You don’t have to make any decisions anymore sweet girl. Just have to let me take care of you."

Baran's response was a choked sob—whether from pleasure or emotion, Yolanda couldn't tell. She didn't ask.

She took her time to enjoy herself and pamper Baran. Let herself feel every part of her girl, long fingers touching every centimetre of pretty skin. Her tongue laved over the stretch marks on Baran’s stomach and hips, her teeth bit over her breasts.

She left a line of marks down Baran’s chest, just because she liked seeing evidence that Baran was hers. No was else was allowed to mark up Baran, most of the time not even Trinity.

Baran’s mouth was open in a steady stream of gasps and groans, and Yolanda grabbed her chin. She lifted her fingers up to Baran’s mouth, and let out a laugh when Baran instantly opened her mouth for them.

“You wanted my fingers, huh pretty girl?” Baran took them further into her mouth, sucking hard, and Yolanda felt it like it was her cunt, “Shit baby…”

She started to fuck into Baran’s mouth, mesmerised, watching her fingers disappear in an out of Baran’s lips, feeling her soft tongue wrap around her digits.

Baran was squirming now, grinding her hips. It had been long enough that she was ready to go again, any trace of sensitivity now replaced with fire. Her hips were rutting up, hitting into nothing but air, and she whimpered a bit.

Yolanda withdrew her fingers with a wet plop, then looked at her with a grin, “ready, baby?” She was already pushing Baran’s thighs apart as she said it, not needing her question to be answered.

She buried her face between Baran's legs, her tongue finding her clit with practiced precision. Baran's hips jerked, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

"That's it," Yolanda said, pulling back just enough to speak. "Let me hear you. I want to know how good I'm making you feel."

She dove back in, licking and sucking in long, steady strokes. Baran's moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and whimpers as Yolanda worked her closer and closer to the edge.

"You're so wet for me, pretty thing," Yolanda said, her voice muffled against Baran's skin. She couldn’t resist putting a hand between her own legs, the tension in her body unbearable now. She continued to devour Baran, her own pleasure already peaking just from a few strokes of her fingers.

“Look at you. So ready for me to take charge. So happy for me to tell you what to do. You're going to cum for me again, aren't you?"

"Yes—yes, Daddy—"

"Say it. Say you're my good girl."

"I'm your good girl," Baran gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm your good girl, Daddy, please—"

Yolanda pressed harder, her tongue circling Baran's clit even as the speed of her fingers increased against her own. Baran screamed, her body arching off the bed as she came, her hands straining against the scarves. Yolanda wasn’t far behind, moaning into Baran’s cunt, heightening the pleasure as their orgasms washed over them.

Yolanda didn't stop though, instead continuing to work her through the orgasm until Baran's legs were trembling and she was begging for mercy.

"Please, Daddy, I can't—"

"One more," Yolanda said, pulling back to look at her. "You can give me one more, sweetheart. I know you can."

She pulled away briefly to reach into the bedside table. The dildo she selected was curved, designed to hit that perfect spot inside. The vibrator she grabbed out next was sleek and powerful, already humming in Yolanda's hand.

Baran was still tied to the headboard, her skin flushed, her eyes glassy with pleasure. Yolanda positioned herself between her legs again, pressing the tip of the dildo against her entrance.

"I want you to feel everything," Yolanda said, her voice soft but commanding. "Every inch. Every vibration. I want you to forget where you end and I begin."

She pushed the dildo in slowly, looking in awe at Baran's face as she stretched to accommodate it. Once it was fully inside, Yolanda reached for the vibrator, turning it on to a medium buzz and pressing it against Baran's clit.

The effect was immediate. Baran's body convulsed, a scream tearing from her throat as both sensations hit her at once.

"That's it, babygirl, take it for me. Just like that. So fucking pretty. Such a good girl for Daddy.” Yolanda said, moving the dildo in and out while maintaining constant pressure with the vibrator. "That's it. Let go. Let me have all of you."

Baran was incoherent now, babbling words that blended into blissful nonsense. Eventually, they weren’t even English anymore, the language escaping her as she reverted back to her native Farsi. Yolanda kept up the rhythm, her own body aching with desire for another release, but she pushed that aside. This was for Baran. This was her gift.

"You're so beautiful like this," Yolanda said, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of sensation. "So perfect. I could watch you fall apart forever, pretty little girl. Only for me. Only for your Daddy.”

Baran's hips bucked, her muscles clenching around the dildo. "Yes, Daddy, only for you, onlyforyouonly-“ she cut herself off with another high pitched scream, her whole body thrashing now, “I'm going to—"

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you."

It wasn't a normal orgasm. Baran's body seized, a gush of fluid spraying from her as she screamed Yolanda's name. Yolanda held the vibrator in place, working her through wave after wave until Baran finally collapsed, limp and trembling, her chest heaving.

Baran eyes were wide now as she looked at Yolanda, still panting, “Did I just-“

“Yeah babygirl, you did.”

It was probably the hottest thing Yolanda had ever seen in her life. The sight of Baran, head thrown back, screaming out her orgasm as she came so hard it soaked the sheets and spilled down Yolanda’s hand, wrists and arms. Some of it even hitting Yolanda’s chest until dripped down her breasts, falling onto the sheets to join the mess there.

"You did so good," Yolanda whispered. "So fucking good, babygirl. I'm so proud of you."

After Baran’s last shuddering orgasm, her entire body was now limp against the soaked sheets, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Yolanda gently withdrew the vibrator and the dildo, setting them aside on the bedside table. She moved slowly, deliberately, not wanting to startle her submissive from the floaty, blissed-out state she was in.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Yolanda whispered, her voice low and warm. She reached for the softest towel on the chair and began to dab away the sweat and slickness from Baran’s stomach, thighs, and the tender, swollen lips of her pussy. Each touch was featherlight, reverent. Baran flinched only once when the towel brushed her oversensitive clit, and Yolanda immediately pressed a kiss to her hipbone. “Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

Once she was slightly more clean and dry, Yolanda untied the soft restraints from Baran’s wrists, then her ankles. She rubbed each wrist slowly, working out any stiffness, pressing her thumbs into the small muscles until Baran let out a contented sigh. Then she helped Baran turn onto her side, spooning behind her, her body a solid, warm wall.

“Close your eyes for me,” Yolanda murmured, her lips brushing Baran’s ear. She let one hand rest flat on Baran’s lower belly, feeling the occasional aftershock tremor through her abdominal muscles. The other hand combed through Baran’s damp hair, nails grazing her scalp in slow circles. “Just breathe with me. In… and out. That’s it. You’re floating, safe, so perfect.”

She reached over to the nightstand for a bottle of water, uncapped it, and brought it to Baran’s lips. “Drink, sweetheart. Three sips. You need it.” Baran obeyed, her eyes half-open, pupils still blown wide. Yolanda took a sip herself, then set the bottle aside.

“Do you feel me?” Yolanda asked, her hand sliding down to rest over Baran’s heart, feeling its rapid, steady thrum. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

Baran whimpered softly, turning her face into the pillow, tears pricking at her eyes. Yolanda cradled her closer, kissed her temple, and let her cry the release of emotion. “Let it out. You’re safe. I have you.”

After a few minutes, the tears subsided. Yolanda reached for the lightweight blanket and pulled it over both of them, cocooning them in warmth. She began to whisper affirmations into Baran’s hair: You’re loved. You’re brave. You’re everything. I’m so proud of you. Her hand never stopped moving—stroking Baran’s arm, tracing lazy patterns on her back, cupping her cheek.

Yolanda never stopped the gentle reassurances until Baran’s breathing evened out into sleep, her body finally still and sated. Only then did Yolanda allow herself to close her eyes, one hand still pressed over Baran’s heart, keeping the rhythm.

Eventually Yolanda moved to get up, ready to change the sheets and get her girl into the shower, but was stopped by a harsh whine and arms scrabbling to latch onto her waist. She looked down at Baran, who seemed surprised by her own actions, blinking up at her with shocked but desperate eyes. Understanding dawned on her then.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, just wanted to change the sheets for you sweetheart.” She carded her hands through Baran’s hair as she said it, and was rewarded with Baran nuzzling herself into her collarbone.

“I don’t…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” The words were quiet, but they made Yolanda’s heart ache.

“You don’t have to be sorry, my love. You’re okay. Just feeling a little bit small after that. It’s okay, it’s just like what Trin does.” She could see her words were having an effect, Baran’s sharp mind putting the pieces together quickly.

“Oh. Right. The drop.” She still hadn’t moved away from Yolanda’s collarbone.

“Yeah darling. But I’ll take care of you, okay? Let’s get into the shower, and then we can change the sheets together instead?” She felt Baran nod against her, and she smiled at how cute she was.

“Okay baby, let’s go.”

After finishing their shower, with Yolanda soaping up Baran’s body and gently washing her hair, they moved back to the bedroom. Yolanda quickly pulled out some comfy pyjama shorts for Baran and one of Trinity’s oversized shirts, knowing the smell would comfort her.

They cuddled up on the bed, Baran crawling into Yolanda’s arms. Yolanda made sure to hold her tight until she settled. She slowly started to card her fingers over the muscles of Baran’s back.

“You know you were incredible, right? So good.” She said the words quietly, not expecting much of a response, but Baran nudged her face up so she could press a gentle kiss on Yolanda’s temple. The small act made Yolanda smile, her chest constricting with the cuteness of it.

“You were good too, Yola. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Yolanda tightened her hold on Baran, “You don’t have to thank me Cariño, you deserve to be cared for.” She pressed one final soft kiss to Baran’s forehead, “you wanna take a nap now, darling?”

Baran muttered her assent, already half asleep. And there they stayed, slowly slipping away.

A shadow fell across them.

Trinity stood in the doorway, still in her scrubs, her keys dangling from her hand. Her eyes were wide, taking in the scene: The new sheets on the bed, the toys carelessly shoved into the bathroom sink to be cleaned later, Baran curled up in Yolanda's arms, face nuzzled so tightly underneath Yolanda’s chin that Trinity wasn’t entirely sure how she was breathing.

When Trinity eventually padded further into the room, she saw Baran’s face was peaceful, Yolanda’s eyes soft and watchful. Trinity slipped in behind Baran, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then reached over to stroke her hair. The three of them lay there in a quiet, breathing triangle of warmth—a perfect aftercare huddle that spoke louder than words.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Then Baran stirred, lifting her head. "Trin..."Her voice was rough and croaky, despite the water Yolanda had given her.

Trinity's face broke into a warm smile, “Hello my love” she stroked a hand down the side of Baran’s face, “Looks like someone had a good time," Trinity said, her voice soft with affection.

"She was perfect," Yolanda said, her hand still stroking Baran's hair. "Absolutely perfect."

Baran let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed. She was sandwiched between her two girlfriends, warm and safe and utterly spent.

"I love you both," she murmured, barely audible.

"We love you too, sweetheart," Yolanda said.

Trinity leaned over, kissing Baran's temple. "Go back to bed baby, we’ve got you."

Baran smiled, a small, contented thing, and let herself drift, only to startle awake.

“Oh! I forgot your actual gift! It’s in the car!”

Yolanda let out a full laugh, because of course Baran would give her the best night of her life and then buy her an actual birthday gift on top of that.

Baran looked at her, eyes big and dark, then her lip pouted just the perfect amount. Yolanda folded instantly, nuzzling Baran back into her neck.

“Tomorrow my love. We can get it tomorrow.”

Baran nodded her ascent, too tired to do much else but burrow further into dip of where Yolanda’s neck met her collar.

She slowly fell asleep like that, inhaling her scent. Yolanda was clean, bright, always smelling just a little bit like her violin rosin no matter how long it had been between practice sessions.

Right before the warm welcome of her dreams pulled at her completely, Baran thought that maybe this would be their new birthday tradition.

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