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a/n: So....this isn't really a Valentine's Day one-shot to be honest, but it also is because I felt bad I didn't upload on Valentine's Day, so here you go! A very, very, very late Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours, lmao. Anyyywayyyyy, I meant to upload this yesterday, but I got sick (I still am sick to be honest), but yeah! This is based on an ask I got, here: sex pollen request so I hope it held up to their standards!!
Valentine’s Day wasn’t for you, particularly.
You didn’t have a Valentine’s, and you don’t think you ever would. Sad truth, really, but that’s the way it was. You didn’t think much about it other than when February 14th rolled around.
The lobby was drowning in pink balloons and cellophane-wrapped bouquets, volunteers smiling like they weren’t actively blocking foot traffic. Meanwhile, the morning shift looked like it had been dragged through gravel. Everyone wanted to go home on time. Everyone had somewhere to be.
So to say you were unaffected by working on the National Holiday wasn’t a lie. Truly, you could’ve cared less. Everyone else, however, was complaining all day. You heard it first from Matteo, ‘I hope we get off at a good time tonight because boooyyyy do I have something planned for me and my girl.’ and then Mel, ‘I just hope I can spend it with my sister’ (which you can’t really get mad at her for) Trinity came next ‘If we don’t get done at a decent time tonight and I have to miss my date with Garcia I swear to god all of you are burning in the pits of hell tomorrow’, etc. etc.
You heard it in every conversation drifting through the trauma bay: “—picked up flowers on the way in—”, “—he better not forget this year—”, “—we’re doing fondue—”, “—I hate Valentine’s Day, but she loves it—”
Needless to say, everyone on the morning shift needed and wanted to get out at a good enough time to be able to spend Valentine’s Day with whoever they had made plans with. So you were running around all day, making sure everything was tidy, patients were charted correctly, nothing was out of place, and the place was spotless, so that when the night crew came in, everyone could clock out and get the hell out of there. If people had dinner plans, surprise getaways, rose petals waiting at home, they deserved to make it on time. You could cover an extra hour. Two, if you had to.
You just wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly as well. With patients coming in with rose thorns in their fingers, candle wax burns, chest pains from bad seafood, an allergic reaction from discount chocolate, and even someone slicing their thumb trying to open a bottle of wine with a knife after they ‘saw it in a movie once,’ all of that good stuff…nothing was going to get done.
You were elbow-deep in supply inventory when the first Valentine’s Day comment of the morning floated across the nurses’ station.
“Dinner reservation at eight,” one of the residents said, grinning at his phone. “She wouldn’t tell me where, so I’m guessing somewhere expensive.”
Another nurse groaned dramatically. “Must be nice. My girlfriend booked us one of those candlelit pottery classes.”
You snorted quietly to yourself as you scribbled down the count for gauze packs.
“Hey,” someone nudged your shoulder. “You doing anything tonight?”
You glanced up.
It was Cassie.
Cassie McKay.
Sharp eyes. Steady hands. That slightly crooked half-smile that always made you feel like you were in on a private joke. She leaned against the counter, arms folded loosely across her scrub top. She looked tired, faint shadows under her eyes, but she still radiated that grounded, solid energy that made patients trust her instantly.
“Working,” you said simply.
Her eyebrow arched. “All night?”
“If that means you get out of here before seven? Yeah.”
For a moment, something softened in her expression. “That’s nice of you.”
You shrugged. “It’s just another Saturday.”
Except it wasn’t really. Because everyone else had somewhere to be.
The only person you hadn’t heard complain was Cassie.
Doctor McKay just head nodded and smiled when someone talked about their plans, and when asked about the ones she had, she just shrugged, saying, ‘I only have a date with me, my bathtub, and a generous amount of chocolate-covered strawberries.’
At least she had more of a plan than you did.
When you got home, your great Valentine’s Day plan was to sit down with a glass of white wine and watch Love, Rosie, which really was like every other Saturday night. But truthfully, you had always wanted to know what she did on Valentine’s Day. If Doctor Cassie McKay had an admirer.
You’ve had a crush on her for quite some time now, but thankfully, it’s never been obvious, especially not to her directly. When you went home at night, all your thoughts would be filled with her as your hand moved between your thighs to satiate the ache there.
By mid-afternoon, the department was running at a steady pace. Cases to keep everyone moving, none of the paperwork piling up, things were constantly being stocked, etc.
The storage room light flickered when you pushed the door open with your shoulder, already juggling a clipboard, a half-dead pen, and the mental checklist of things you still needed to finish. The air in here always smelled faintly chemical—cleaners, plastic packaging, dust that never quite settled.
The overhead light flickered faintly as you entered, and you had to turn on your phone flashlight to see better. You don’t have terrible eyesight to begin with, but the on-and-off flickering light makes it harder to see the imprinted letters on everything.
“Okay,” you muttered to yourself. “Syringe packs, saline, and—” Once you found what you needed, you stepped toward the back shelf to turn around in the small space, and the fabric of your elbow caught on something.
A small, unmarked glass vial tipped. It hit the floor and shattered into a million glass pieces before a faint golden dust burst upward like sunlight through smoke. You coughed immediately when it reached your nose. “What the—” The air filled with the smell of something… floral. Sweet and thick. Not like hospital disinfectant. More like warm honey and overripe fruit.
The label fragment near your shoe read: SEZ Pollen – Research / Respiratory Study.
“Great,” you whispered hoarsely. “That sounds safe.”
You covered your mouth instinctively and reached for paper towels, but your head felt oddly light. Your skin prickled.
The storage door opened, then suddenly, the room was invaded by more light.
“Everything okay in—” Cassie stopped mid-sentence. Her gaze dropped to the floor. Then to you. The golden haze hung between you like suspended sunlight. “What did you spill?” she asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.
“I don’t know,” you coughed. “Here,” you say, pointing to the broken shard with the small handwritten label.
She grabbed gloves and crouched to help clean the shards. “You inhaled that.”
“So did you,” you pointed out.
She paused. Right. The scent grew warmer. Heavier. Your pulse started to feel… louder. In your ears. In your throat. Cassie’s jaw flexed slightly. “Feels weird in here,” she muttered. “Come on, let’s clean this up. It’s almost time to go home, anyway.”
The room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Your scrub top clung to your skin in a way you were hyper-aware of. Cassie shifted closer to sweep the glass toward you — her knee brushing yours, and it made your skin sing. It shouldn’t have felt like that. It was just a brief contact.
Just fabric against fabric.
But your breath hitched nonetheless. Her head snapped up at the sound. The golden dust had mostly settled now, but the air still hummed. Your heart was racing. Your palms tingled. “You okay?” she asked. Her voice was lower than usual.
You swallowed. “Of course, this is happening today,” you muttered.
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day?” Cassie asked dryly.
“Because everyone’s already in a mood. If we have to fill out paperwork, we’re never leaving.”
Cassie sighed. “Don’t remind me. I have reservations at six.”
Your hand paused. “Oh.”
She noticed. Of course, she noticed. “It’s just—” she shrugged, a little too casual. “It’s fine. It’s not even that serious.”
You forced your focus back to the glass. “Yeah. Totally.”
Something prickled at the back of your throat. You coughed again, harder this time. Your eyes watered slightly.
Cassie sniffed. “Okay, is it just me or does it feel… warm in here?”
“It’s a storage closet,” you said. “It’s always warm.”
“No, like—” She stopped, pressing her fingers briefly to her temple. “I don’t know. I’m just—”
“Irritated?” you offered.
She blinked at you. “Yes.”
“Me too.”
You both looked at the powder. “Oh,” you both said at the same time.
Cassie straightened slowly. “You think this stuff does something?”
“It’s pollen,” you said defensively. “Pollen makes you sneeze.”
“Yeah. And sometimes hallucinate. Or die.”
“That’s bees,” you shot back.
She stared at you. “That’s when they sting you.”
“No, it’s not. I saw it on the news once.”
“I assure you, you didn’t.”
“Okay, fine, asshole,” you snapped.
Her eyebrows lifted. You felt it then—sharp, unnecessary annoyance blooming in your chest like static electricity. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not looking at you like anything.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m literally just looking at you.” Your heart was beating too fast. Your skin felt too tight. Cassie exhaled slowly. “Sorry. Don’t know where that came from.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we should step outside.”
“Maybe you should stop implying I don’t know basic science.”
Her mouth fell open. “I didn’t— You’re the one who brought up bees!”
“Because you said die!”
“Oh my god.” Cassie sighs, her head falling into her hands as you watch her pace around the small area. Then, at the same time, you both started laughing.
But it wasn’t something that came from the belly or after something funny happened. It’s hysterical.
Cassie dragged a hand down her face. “Okay. We definitely inhaled that.”
“Fantastic.”
She nudged your shoulder with hers. “At least we’re both going down.”
You swallowed. “Comforting.”
You finished cleaning in tense silence, sealing the broken glass and powder remnants in a biohazard bag.
“Let’s go.” She grabs your arm, guiding you from the room and back into the main part of the ER. But you can’t keep your mind focused as she touches you, and you want to reach out and touch her. Her hand moves from your arm to your shoulder and then down to your forearm like she can’t get enough. The noise of the unit also hits you like a wall. Had it always been this loud today?
It sounds like fifty different phones are ringing. Someone is arguing about discharge paperwork. A volunteer carries a heart-shaped balloon that smacks directly into your face as you walk by.
You jerked back. “Can we not?”
Cassie smiled at the volunteer and excused your behavior. “Careful,” she says, turning to you, “You can be mad at me all you want, but don’t take it out on the decorations.”
“I’m serious,” you said, rubbing your forehead. “Everything is too loud.”
She looked the same—jaw tight, movements sharper than usual. “Okay,” she said. “New plan. We survive the next hour. No snapping at attendings, nurses, or patients. Then we go home.”
“Deal.”
But you only lasted exactly eleven minutes.
It started with a nurse asking for a chart you had already handed over. Then a monitor alarm that wouldn’t stop beeping as you were trying to talk to a patient. Then Cassie correcting you on a dosage calculation that you were absolutely sure was right.
“Are you kidding me?” you snapped.
“I’m literally just trying to help.”
“It doesn’t feel like help. It feels like you’re breathing down my neck instead.” You didn’t see it, but Robby, Yolanda, and the other people in the room all looked at each other as you guys argued.
She recoiled slightly, hurt flashing across her face before irritation replaced it. “Fine. Do whatever you want.”
“You don’t have to be condescending.”
“I’m not being—” She stopped herself, exhaling sharply. “Y’know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Robby can be your new attending.” She says, before walking out of the surgical room, throwing her protective scrub in the trash.
You pressed your lips together and just shook your head, but followed her directions anyway. After that, you had excused yourself to one of the single bathrooms on the floor, locking the door and pressing yourself against the wall to try and cool yourself down.
But it didn’t help, and as your hand slowly sank down to try and ease the buzzing pang of your cunt, you felt like you could breathe again. It felt so good, maybe too good. You tried to keep yourself quiet as you shoved your fist into your mouth.
Instantly, when you reach your clit and circulate the small bud, it feels like someone has injected ice-cold water into your veins. You let out a moan of relief behind skin between clenched teeth.
But the moment was soon interrupted with a bang on the door. It startled you, and you immediately took your hands out of your pants and felt the immediate heat rush back into your system.
When it was finally time to leave, you felt not only exhausted but also your nerves felt like they’re on fire, there’s a horrible ache between your legs that you’ve been trying not to deal with until you get home, it feels like your scrubs are suffocating, and you can’t help but think about Cassie and how you don’t want to keep your hands off of her.
You couldn’t find her after work, which means she must’ve clocked out early. Everyone was walking on eggshells around you, and you felt bad, but what were you to do? You can’t help it, literally. It’s like the words just come out of you. It’s another problem with what seems to be an ever-growing list of causes of this powder/pollen.
Speaking of Cassie, you’re halfway to your car when your phone buzzes. You almost ignore it, actually. You just want to get home and try to quell the heat under your skin and the buzzing between your legs.
But the keyword is ‘almost’.
Cassie: Where are you?
Your stomach flips in a way that has nothing to do with the lingering pollen-induced irritability.
You: Parking garage. Why?
The typing bubble appears instantly. Disappears. Comes back.
Cassie: Don’t leave, come find me instead.
You stare at the screen and have to take a few minutes to figure out how to respond. Should you even respond? She was pissing you off the whole day. Well, everyone was really.
You: What if I don't want to?
A full thirty seconds pass before the grey dots pop back up again.
Cassie: Unused west wing. Level 3. Please.
Please.
Please? That’s certainly new. Especially from Cassie McKay
However, you don’t even think about it. You turn around and head back into the hospital, up to the West Wing.
The west wing has been “temporarily closed for renovations” for almost a year, which in hospital terms means: stripped, quiet, and forgotten. The lights are dimmer here; half of them are turned off to conserve power. Your footsteps echo too loudly against the tile.
It’s colder than the rest of the building. Or maybe you’re just not.
Your skin still feels off—too tight, too sensitive. Like your nerves are sitting closer to the surface than they should be.
You round the corner and call out her name, “Cassie?”
A door opens to an abandoned room, and a door opens, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room with her. She looks— not okay.
Her hair is slightly mussed, like she’s been running her hands through it. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s grabbing at the collar of her scrubs like it’s choking her. When she sees you, she exhales sharply. Relief. Immediate and unfiltered.
“What are you doing up here?” you ask her, striking up a conversation just for any type of distraction from the ever-present ache between your legs. And it does ache; you’re pretty positive you may have ruined both your underwear and the shorts you’re wearing from the way your cunt is dripping.
“I went back down there and tried to figure out the name of the pollen we inhaled.” She says hurriedly, grabbing her phone. She pulls up a picture of the label she had taken, and your eyes glance over the letters.
“Like I said, SEZ pollen.” You say, shrugging as you hand the phone back to her. You begin to feel hot again. It’s like on and off. Like heat flashes. Your eyes zero in on the hollow of her neck, your entire body buzzing with the need to attach your mouth to it, to see what noise she’d make if you did. You can’t drag your eyes away.
“I don’t think you passed first grade letter learning that says ‘Sex’ pollen.”
You frown, grabbing her phone again and zooming in with your fingers. “Holy shit.” Holy shit, it does say Sex pollen. How didn’t you see that before? You think it’s because you actually didn’t remove the dust that was on the label before reading it entirely.
“So what do we do?” You ask, starting to freak out. Well, you were freaking out before, too, but now it’s like it’s been amplified to one million percent. Her gaze is on yours, and she finally manages to lift her eyes to drag down your body, her pupils blown so wide you can no longer see the blue of her irises.
“I haven’t figured that out.”
“Cassie…I think we might have to….” You try to insinuate, not wanting to say the whole thing.
“No, no, no.” She says, huffing out a laugh and shaking her head.
“We might not have a choice,” you mutter, glancing at her. “I mean, we’re in an unused part of the hospital. No one would hear us, and no one would know.”
“We can’t. I’m your attending.” She protests, but the argument falls flat with the way her eyes are locked on your cleavage, glistening with sweat.
“And if we don’t get this out of our systems, then what?” You ask. You have to take a deep breath and dig your fingers into your shorts to keep from reaching out. “How long are we gonna push it? Are we gonna let it kill us just so we don’t have to-”
She interrupts you with a rasp of your name, and you almost moan out loud at the sound of it. Fuck, you’ve never needed anything like you need her right now. Like breathing. “That’s the thing, I don’t want to have to. I- it feels like….forcing you. Tha-that's wrong.”
Is that the only holdup for her? She thinks you don’t want this? You’ve gone this whole time thinking she’d literally rather die than fuck you, and it turns out she’s just scared you didn’t really want her, that this…pollen was making you feel things you’d never feel otherwise. Apart from the attending thing.
“McKay, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but you’re hot. I want you. And I’d rather have sex with you than die.”
You watch her hands flex, her fingers spreading before she balls them into fists, and your cunt flutters. “Actually, the list of things I’d rather do to you than fuck you is probably significantly shorter than the opposite. Not…not just because of this pollen stuff.” Of course, the pollen is definitely making it worse. You can’t stop thinking of how good her fingers would feel curling inside you, imagining how attentive she’d be. How generous. Normally, you can curb all of these images and feelings until you get home, but right now they’re sticking to your skin, they’re sticking to the forefront of your mind, no matter how hard you try to think about literally anything else.
You watch the conflict of her mind playing out on her face before she groans and rubs her hands over it. “You don’t get it; it’s not- I don’t want to just be someone you fuck, I want…I want a lot more.” She tells you, and if your heartbeat wasn’t already erratic, it would be skipping in your chest right now. “And this is the last way I wanted you to find out, but that’s why I’m not….I just don’t know if I can-”
“Cassie.” Her name falls from her lips before you even realize you’re saying it. You walk closer to her, and you don’t miss the way her throat bobs as she swallows, the way her eyes flick down your body for just a moment, the way she twists her fingers. “Come here,” and suddenly her lips are on yours.
You thought you would be nervous your first time kissing Cassie. If you ever got the opportunity to kiss her. But all you felt was…good. Really good.
She takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, her free hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you close, guide you how she wants you. It’s not how you imagined she would kiss you, not really, but it’s exactly what you need right now, and the magic sparks down your spine in a wave of cool respite from the heat that had been eating you alive.
Then she pulls away- to speak, or maybe just to breathe- and the heat surges back in instantly, stealing your breath away and leaving you panting into her mouth as you frantically drag her back in. “No,” you groan, shoving your hand into her hair to keep her from pulling back again. “We have to keep- ohhhhh, fuck jesus christ.”
The feeling of her hand shoving under the fabric of your scrubs and pushing it up to expose your bra shuts you up quickly. She brushes her thumb over your nipple, and you moan, pleasure rolling through you. She doesn’t pull away to speak this time, well aware now that the relief you’re both feeling is very dependent on the contact.
“I wish I could take this slow,” she mumbles, and you feel her voice buzzing against your lips. “I wanna lay you down, wanna take my time with you, fuck.” She swears as your hand enters her scrubs and begins to rub over her underwear, over her clit. You can feel how wet she is even through the layer of fabric separating you from her. Her lips leave yours and go to your forehead, kissing the skin there before pushing you back onto the unoccupied bed.
She climbs on top of you, and you drag her bottom lip between your teeth. The noise she makes goes straight to your cunt, and you begin to urge her to take off her pants. “Next time,” you start, although it’s a little hard to speak with Cassie’s tongue dragging over yours on nearly every other word- “we can have slow and sweet or whatever you want. But if some part of you is not inside me in the next two minutes, I’ll kill you before the pollen even gets a chance, I swear.”
Cassie laughs, like you’re joking. You absolutely aren’t. “Okay, okay,” she mutters, and your brain registers the sparking across your skin before her hand as she shoves it under the waistband of your shorts. Your entire body jolts as she brushes a finger over your center through the fabric of your panties, but only because it feels so good, more intense than it has any right to be. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“Fucking hell- off. Off, take your scrubs off.” You tell her, and tragically, she removes her hand from your cunt, and you could actually cry at the way the overwhelming heat comes back, rising to the surface again, the second her touch leaves. But it only takes a moment before you feel good again as her hands brush your hips in her efforts to drag your shorts and underwear down your legs.
You take over once she’s got them halfway down your thighs on the thin bed, crawling off her lap in favor of ridding yourself of the offending garments. And while you’re at it, you drag your bra over your head too. In the time between you crawling off her and tossing your clothes carelessly aside, Cassie has followed suit. When you turn your attention back to her, she’s entirely bare, having tossed her scrubs and underwear to the same floor you abandoned yours to.
Despite your desperate urgency, you take a moment to let your eyes fall to her lap and then to her chest, the chain hanging around her neck, and fuck, your mouth waters at the sight of her. You can’t help but reach out, gingerly feeling her breasts before your hand dips lower, between her thighs. Your fingers run over the coarse hair before finding her warmth. She spreads her thighs slightly, her head falling to your arm. You’re so engrossed in the way she feels that you almost miss the choked little moan she gives, her body bowing towards you.
“Please,” she groans, and then she reaches out to grab you by the shoulders, tugging you back in close again, urging you to reclaim her. “I need to- please let me taste you, baby. Please.”
You nod, kissing her lips as she lies back on the bed, and you crawl ontop of it. She urges you to then climb onto her, your thighs going on either side of her head. “What are you doing?” You ask her, breathless, but you don’t get an answer as her arms curl around your thighs and press you down ontop of her mouth.
Your jaw instantly drops open as her tongue moves up and down your lips. “Fuck, Cas-” you choke out, your head coming to lean against the wall there. Your head is at an angle where you can still look down at her, and you watch her eyes look into yours as she moves her tongue around inside you. “Holy shit!” You yelp when her tongue flicks your clit before going back down to move against your hole.
Your hand comes up to cover your mouth as your other hand goes to her hair. “Jesus Christ, Cassie!” You yell towards the ceiling, removing your hand from your mouth, moving your hips on her mouth. You begin to grope yourself, looking down every once in a while at her to see her eyes still on you.
Your body shakes on top of her, your hips move to keep that pleasure going. God, this is messy. So messy. You can feel her blunt nails dig into your thighs, drawing blood to the surface. You look over your shoulder to see her thighs clenched together to get pressure on her clit to ease some of the heat in her own stomach from the noises you’re making and the way you’re leaking when she mouths at your pussy.
“Holy f-fuck I’m gonna cum.” You tell her, and you don’t know if it’s the pollen or she’s just an expert with her tongue, but you suddenly lock up on her, letting out a whine before shuddering as you orgasm. You keep your eyes on hers the entire time, seeing her eyes light up with a smile as she doesn’t stop until you’re tapping her head to.
But it doesn’t stop the heat that’s still bumbling under your skin, nor the feeling of wanting to stop. And if it didn’t subdue how you felt, it certainly didn’t quell how she felt either. She pulls you to her again once you’re settled into her lap and kisses you. You can taste yourself on her lips, and it makes you moan against her.
“Don’t stop.” You tell her as her fingers enter inside you. You gasp against her mouth, and she smiles.
“You’re still so fucking wet.” She comments, and you snake your hand down to enter her as well.
“So are you.”
Your fingers and hers pump in and out of each other at the same time, pulling moans from both of you. You whine against her lips, and she moans against yours. You’re both so aroused that it’s incredible you guys haven’t leaked onto the floor.
“I want to taste you too.” You tell her, the tip of your finger
She nods instantly, and you shuffle down the bed while she shuffles back up. Your hands gently push her legs apart, and you groan at the sight of her. You place her thighs on your shoulders, getting onto your stomach to kiss her all around before actually putting your mouth on her.
She tastes like everything you’ve ever imagined, but every dream you’ve had of her can’t compare.
You watch her, you watch as her hips tilt upwards, her head falling back against the bed’s pillow, and her hands find something to grab a hold of. Your own hands leave her thighs and intertwine with hers, holding them there against her stomach.
“So good,” She says, over and over again, like those are the only words she can come up with in her mind. The only words she can speak. Your tongue glides through her slit, and she arches her back even more in presentation. There’s just something about the mind-blowing eroticism of her right now, how she’s holding onto your hands against her stomach for dear life. Just letting you lick through her folds, and something about it hits just right and makes both of your orgasms suddenly rear their heads fast.
“Shit-” Cassie breathes frantically, her legs trembling and her hips pushing back against your mouth. “I’m gonna cum-”
Your hands pull away from hers and come up to clamp around your thighs and hold them steady. And then you lower your chin to seal your mouth over her clit, slowly, very achingly slowly, drag your slick tongue over it, again and again and again, and she can’t do anything to stop it unless she pulls on your hair or uses the muscles you know she has to force your head away.
You watch as everything surges up, searing hot and wet as she goes rigid and gasps your name, shuddering her way through the debilitating bliss as it arcs brilliantly up and down her spine. You come after her, moving your hips against the flimsy mattress for friction as you keep moving your mouth on her.
By the time you’re both finished, it still feels like you’re still only getting started. You pull away and get up on your knees, and she tries to push herself up too, but you plant your palm firmly on her stomach, which stops her. The sound she makes is needy to say the least.
You maneuver yourself so that one leg is near her side and the other is crossing over her thigh. One of her hands comes to your knee, and the other plants itself on the mattress, and your hand reaches behind you to grasp the end of the bed’s railing before the other one finds her thigh.
As soon as your cunt makes contact with hers, it’s like relief spreads itself through your body. You both let out moans and sighs as you got moving, both trying to once and for all satiate the hunger down there.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispers, watching as you move your hips against her, kissing your knee that’s closest to her.
“Do you want me to stop?” You ask her, and she shakes her head.
“No, no, no, no. This is the best I’ve felt all day.” She says, letting out a moan as she speeds up the movements of her body. She sits up a bit, and your palms drag down her wrists and forearms as she gropes your breasts, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Your hands cup her tits as well, and Cassie hisses.
You feel desperate, your blood pounding through your ears. “Holy shit, this feels amazing.” Your toes curl, and your body locks up, and you gasp her name to the ceiling of the room, flexing every single muscle in your body in response to her every touch on your skin.
You’re not sure which way is up and which way is down. You feel so dizzy with sensation, shaky as her mouth comes forward to slowly drag across your nipples, and you actually feel water rush to your eyes in torment when she pulls away.
You open your mouth to beg her not to stop, but she’s already latching onto the other one. Grabbing your sides and coming up to cup the back of your head, pressing her lips to your neck. She drags out the anticipation until you’re downright hurting for it, waiting with your mouth open.
“You’re so pretty,” she whispers, “So, so pretty.”
When her hot, velvety tongue finally slides into your mouth, something about it makes you moan brokenly against her lips. Her hands go down to your ass, holding you steady as she writhes against you. It’s blinding, making you squirm.
It’s as agonizing as it is blissful, and you moan softly into her shoulder. Except- you’re too full of mindless pleasure, too stimulated to want to remain stationary for this long. You need to move, you need to show her how much you think about her, how much you think about her, especially when you shouldn’t.
How much Robby has caught you staring at her hands when you’re supposed to be watching the procedure she’s explaining. The number of times you’ve had to be snapped out of your imagination during break by Trinity or Victoria. Even Mel on some occasions.
But of course, she’s never noticed. Why would she ever notice? “Fuck, you’re amazing,” Cassie says, her voice sounding tighter and more desperate in the darkness, like it’s coming out against her will. “I want you. Please. F-fuck, please? All those times you’ve been caught looking at my hands. A-and Trinity having to snap you away from looking at me.”
You choke out a cry as another wave of euphoria all but fucking eviscerates you. That’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear from her. All you wanted to hear for six grueling months. “I th-think about you all the time,” she groans, husky and low next to your ear, “every….fuck, every fucking day- thought about yo-”
Both of your bodies tense up, Cassie’s hips stutter to a halt as she cums and you grind down into her, gasping her name into what is now the pitch black room. Your body is crushed into her chest when her hips jerk up against yours, and you bite her shoulder in satisfaction.
It feels as though the effects of the pollen have finally dissipated. You don’t feel the heat anymore, or the irritation, or the throbbing that had been persistently between your legs all day, even after trying to alleviate it once. Cassie thumps back against the mattress, and you do the same, your legs still intertwined.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck, I’m. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.”
You laugh lightly, swallowing and turning your head to look at her. Your knees break away from hers. As soon as you lift off the bed, you know you’re going to see a mess all over the thin blankets, so you decide to put it off for as long as she does.
Cassie doesn’t seem to have a problem with it at all. In fact, her hand goes to your leg and pulls a little bit, slightly asking you to join her. You lie on top of her, and she reaches down to catch one of the blankets and pull the fabric over both of you, collapsing back into the pillow with an exhausted sigh and doing absolutely nothing to encourage you to move whatsoever.
“How long?” You ask her.
“How long what, baby?” You feel the tip of her finger beginning to trace lines on your arm.
“How long have you…y’know…known about all that?”
“What? With Trinity and Dr. Robby?”
“Yes.” You say, and you feel her stop dragging her other finger up your spine. You can feel her chin lower slightly, her jaw brush against your forehead.
“I’ve known for a while. You’re not as subtle as you’d like to be, clearly.” She whispers, and her words hang in the still air immediately afterwards.
“I guess that’s what I get for staring at your hands while you’re trying to teach me a cricothyrotomy.”
“You’re right,” she says jokingly, brushing your hair back from your shoulder. And, for some reason, you’re not expecting it. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t stare at you, too. I meant what I said. I want you.”
Though her voice is soft, it’s like she’s reached through your rib cage, wrapped her hand around your heart, and squeezed until it popped. Your shoulders tense at the feeling, and you instinctively want to curl around her. All you can do is hide your face as best you can in her neck and let the unfiltered truth weigh heavily on you in the silent room.