mcvadi recently started dating and cassie wanting to take things slow for victoria’s sake, meanwhile victoria just getting frustrated thinking cassie isn’t taking her hints at wanting to take things to the next level
Victoria was getting ready to go out with her friends (and Cassie!) with the sort of tenacity that could only come from a deep, unexpressed frustration.
Trinity was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows on Victoria’s bed, already completely dressed and done up, smirking with her in amusement.
"Is this too slutty?" Victoria gestured to her tight-black bando (they were back in, alright?) underneath her open button up shirt.
(*Cassie's* button up, one of the only ones she could find in her girlfriend's closet slim enough to fit her...but Trinity didn't need to know that.)
"Not that there's anything *wrong* with slutty, I'm definitely pro body-positivity and - "
"Crash. Shut up. Are you planning on wearing the shirt open?
"...like halfway. Yeah." She fixed the buttons so that if she leaned in any manner, the view down her shirt was, well, the complete picture.
She bent at the hips a little bit to test it out for herself. Giggled.
Trinity smiled at her when their eyes met in the mirror, "it's a little slutty. It's perfect. I think you're gonna get what you want, tonight."
Victoria froze. Began fixing her hair with more intensity.
"Suuuure. Listen, if McKay doesn't take you to bed, I'll do it. I mean, look at you."
"Ugh, control it!" Victoria turned around and playfully shoved Trinity's head into her pillow.
"mhmp," Trinity grumbled, before coming back up on her elbows. Her nose twitched, and her eyes got all curious. She dove back into the pillowcase.
Sat up after a moment, her grin absolutely shit-eating.
"Why does this smell all...masculine and woodsy? It can't be what I'm thinking...right?" (she knew it was).
Victoria flushed, eyes widening. She couldn't defend herself, like at all.
(When Trinity made one last quick stop to the bathroom, she practically dove into her bottom drawer to grab Cassie's stolen cologne. Sprayed just a little bit on her neck, to layer it with her own perfume.)
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Cassie, thankfully, since it was the most crucial plot-point to her mission, cornered her in the hallway by the bar bathrooms the second she got the chance.
See, Victoria had been all over her all night. In front of all her friends.
Who didn't blink an eye - because she kept it just on the right side of appropriate, and they were in their own worlds too, drinking and laughing and trying to convince each other to go pay for the Karaoke machine.
Cassie - even though she almost had an actual heart attack when her girlfriend of two months walked in wearing one of her goddamn shirts - was doing an infuriatingly good job of keeping her hands in appropriate places while Victoria sat on her lap. And was glancing down at the younger girl's chest only a totally normal number of times, alright?
She tried to listen to a question Trinity asked her, making eye contact around Victoria's head, but then Victoria leaned in and whispered, "kiss my neck",
Jesus. Cassie ignored her, talked to Trinity more loudly instead.
Victoria pressed herself closer and Cassie slammed her jaw shut, looked down to tell her off, nostrils flaring,
and that's when she caught it. Her own scent.
So...here they were, just ike Victoria wanted.
Cassie pressing her up against the wall in a dark corner like some pervert, knee angled up between Victoria's trembling thighs.
Victoria whimpering, begging so prettily, "please. Please."
"Please what, sweet girl?" Cassie asked, leaning in to inhale deeply against Victoria's jawline. Fuck.
They smelled so good together.
"Why did you steal my cologne? And when?" she husked into the shell of Victoria's ear. Suckled on her earlobe. Then bit.
"Last week," Victoria gasped, "I - I wanted to spray it on my pillow."
Cassie's stomach clenched. Oh. Surely, the girl couldn't mean...but she had to check: "Fuck. Yeah? Why, pretty thing?"
Victoria began to babble wantonly, nails digging to Cassie's back even through her thick T-shirt, "Wanted to make myself feel good. Wanted to be pressed into the mattress. If you weren't going to do it - needed, needed to smell you. Pretend you were everywhere. Don't you want to? Don't you need me too, Cassie?"
Cassie's knee came up against her center as the older woman jerked forward involuntarily, groaning.
"Oh, Tori, " she cooed reaching up to pet at long black hair, "You could have asked - " she continued, voice heavy with want, but almost shy as well, totally overwhelmed by the gift spread out before her. The gift of this fucking. perfect. girl.
"I've been asking," Victoria whined, leaning into Cassie's hand. "You want me to be direct?"
Cassie nodded into her collarbone.
Victoria, not unkindly, pushed the older woman backward so that she'd stand back up to her full height. Then she got up on her tiptoes, and crashed their lips together. She bit Cassie's lip hard, and said, pleadingly, as soon as Cassie'd dragged it free with a shocked, quiet whimper,
"take me home and fuck me, or I will go *insane*."
Cassie swallowed. Hard. Eyes wide and hazy.
"Okay?" Victoria checked in, quickly.
Cassie ran her tongue over own lips and said, throat raw with it,
She ran a shaky hand through her hair, grabbed Victoria by the wrist tightly and practically dragged her out through the emergency door.
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