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Cassie learns about the little “prank” from Victoria, of course. Javadi is showing her TikTok trends while they’re on a brief lunch in the break room. Cassie doesn’t even have the app because she’s already addicted enough to Instagram reels that she doesn’t want another excuse to scroll on her phone. But she likes to keep on top of things ever since Santos said she keeps on top of weird trends and internet goings-on (God, it all makes her feel 100 years old). When Javadi gets to the saved video in question, she skips over it so fast Cassie’s antenna goes up immediately.
“Oh never mind about that one…” Javadi says, as if she’s embarrassed for Cassie to see it. Which of course makes her want to see it more. It’s hilarious how awkward Vic is around her sometimes, treating her like her “mom” status makes her live on a pedestal somehow. Like anything about Javadi’s inner life might scandalize her. Cassie thinks most of her early life would “kill a Victorian child” (or Victoria) if they ever had parts of it explained to them.
“Wait, go back. Show me that one.” Cassie says and jabs her in the arm to make her point. Victoria bites her lip and scrolls back to the video. She hands over the phone - it’s of two women. They’re drinking from the same bottle of wine and the text on screen says “wiping the drink after my wife takes a sip to see how she reacts.”
Cassie levels a look at Victoria, who blushes and has to look away as Cassie watches it. It’s pretty tame - the “wife” in question slaps the prankster’s arm in outrage and then kisses her, demonstrating how useless the wiping of the bottle is.
“It’s silly,” Victoria says. And it is, but it’s sort of sweet too.
Cassie smirks and says, “Maybe I’ll try that one on Dana.” Victoria chuckles, “Okay but don’t tell her I’m the one that showed you. I don’t want her to be pissed at me too.”
They’ve been dating for a few months now - Dana insisted they declare it to the hospital admin early on, which of course meant it was common knowledge practically the same day. Still, everyone is too afraid of Dana (in an adorable way) to talk much shit. So Cassie has had it easier than most professional hookups in the PTMC. It helps to fall for someone who can be as intimidating as Dana can be.
Even Cassie finds her intimidating sometimes. But the effect it has on Cassie isn’t just fear. That’s only about 10%. The rest is pure arousal.
Still, when she approaches Dana at the front desk and offers her water bottle to her, she has no idea what Dana’s reaction will be. She assumes it’ll be sort of like the video. Maybe Dana will smack her across the nurse’s desk. Maybe she’ll chase her down the hall. She thinks about having Javadi or Santos record it.
In hindsight, it’s good she doesn’t.
She finds Dana with her brow furrowed, looking at her iPad like it owes her money, with her glasses on the end of her nose, barking out orders. “Langdon if you don’t get to Trauma 4 right now, I’ll have your ass in chairs so fast your head’ll spin. And Princess, you’d better stop giving me puppy eyes, I know you want to be cut early but that isn’t in the cards right now, okay?”
She’s obviously in a foul mood, so Cassie considers maybe this isn’t the move. But then she reasons, maybe it’ll turn the mood around. Give her something silly to be mad about that’ll make her laugh. She decides it’s worth the risk if she can make the Charge smile.
So she approaches the desk and catches Dana’s eye. “When’s the last time you drank water?” She asks, as if all she’s doing is checking on her girlfriend’s well being.
Dana sighs, as if her own physical, bodily needs are an inconvenience. “I don’t know, McKay. Are you really getting on my case right now? I don’t have time.”
“You have time to drink some water.” Cassie says, holding the water bottle out to Dana emphatically. “Do it for me?”
Cassie can feel Javadi’s bug eyes fixed on the interaction from a distance. Like nervous headlights.
Dana looks at Cassie with open disdain but it quickly morphs into something softer, perhaps recognizing that Cassie wants what’s best for her. She takes the water bottle and has a long drink, takes a moment to feel it settle into her body, then goes for another long sip. Cassie gets distracted by the hypnotizing movement of her swallowing - Dana’s neck muscles moving, a little bit of water sneaking out the side of the bottle and dripping down her jawline. Cassie gets an insane urge to lick her, something she definitely couldn’t get away with in the middle of their workplace, no matter how “aware” of their relationship the department is.
When Dana hands the water bottle back, Cassie almost forgets what she’d planned on doing. Probably she should abort the mission right now. But then she thinks of the possibility of Dana getting a little mad at her and the thought turns her on again.
She takes the bottle back and uses her undershirt to wipe off the lip where Dana just drank from before taking a sip herself. Dana watches every millisecond of the action and Cassie’s cheeks burn under the scrutiny. She can feel the energy radiating off of the other woman in waves and it feels like everyone around the charge desk goes quiet for a second in response to the shift.
When Cassie looks up at Dana her mouth is slightly open and she’s glaring over her glasses at her. Cassie remembers this look - it says what the fuck do you think you are doing in a way that no one but Dana can with just an expression.
Suddenly everyone is very busy doing something else, moving far from where the two women are.
“What was that for?” Dana says. Her voice is low, for only Cassie to hear, and she is still like a predator ready to pounce on something bloody.
“What was what?” Cassie asks dumbly.
Dana tilts her head to the side and scoffs loudly. If it was possible for someone to visibly steam, she would be. Cassie gets a little chill down her spine, feeling like maybe she’s gone too far. Like she’s actually pissed Dana off in a way she’ll be paying for in a way that isn’t fun for anyone. So much for making her laugh.
“Okay, Cass. Very funny. I’ll see you later.” With that, she takes off from the desk. Donnie nearly collides with her but practically throws himself into the wall to get out of her way. So does everyone else. It’s like watching a steamroller speed through the halls.
Dana avoids Cassie for most of the shift. She sends Perlah to do her dirty work: mainly, assigning Cassie every disgusting, filthy case they get their hands on. Cassie is being punished and she knows exactly what for. She feels like she’s going to need ten baths just to get over this shift.
By the end, she can’t get her scrubs off fast enough. She changes her clothes in the locker room and then sighs deeply. She thinks about texting Dana, “I’m sorry” or something in that ballpark so that their night doesn’t turn into a fight. She has no idea what her girlfriend is thinking or feeling besides pissed off.
That is, until she hears a voice curl around her ear from inches away - somehow Dana has snuck up on her.
“You think you’re so funny,” she says. Her voice goes straight to Cassie’s cunt. She can’t turn around, can’t look her in the eye just yet. Not after being such a brat. Besides, maybe if she owns it a little, it’ll turn into the fun kind of mean Dana instead of just the angry kind. So Cassie just shrugs. Doesn’t turn around. Keeps packing her bag.
She can feel Dana lean in over her shoulder. “You think you’re a fucking comedian, Cass?” Then she feels Dana’s hands find her waist, slip over her stomach. The heat is instantaneous. Cassie feels like she is simultaneously filthy from her shift and dripping wet.
“Get showered and get to my house. See what being fucking funny gets you.”
It’s a threat and a promise. And Cassie cannot wait.
Cassie has a key, so she doesn’t have to knock. But she does anyway. It’s polite, after all. And it forces Dana to come to the door, in case she hasn’t been anticipating doing so. Which could piss her off more. Which could make Cassie hornier than she is already.
She’s arrived as fast as she could from home. She’d scrubbed herself practically raw after the nightmare of the last few hours (inflicted by Dana no less) - finally feeling clean from every bodily expulsion that has wet her scrubs. The thought of the arbiter or her torment (Dana) inside her house, seething and planning, hadn’t exactly made her feel extra clean. Rather an entirely new level of depraved, ready, willing. Hope combined with sin.
She knocked again at the door. Still waiting.
She smiles to herself after a few more seconds of waiting. She’s been in Dana’s place. She knows she can hear her knocks.
And yet.
There she waits. She checks her phone. Nothing. No sounds of movement inside. Cassie starts to feel a panic inside of her unbefitting a 40-year-old-woman.
After another minute she starts to fidget. It’s colder than she thought.
Then the door finally opens.
Dana stands in the way of the door, as if she’s not going to let Cassie inside. She’s wearing a black silk robe and Cassie has to resist dropping to her hands and knees immediately. For now.
“Can I help you?” Dana says, coolly.
Cassie shifts from foot to foot. She can’t help but rub her thighs together slightly for some form of relief. She’s so wet she can hardly produce thoughts. “Can I come in?”
Dana crosses her arms. “Depends. Are you going to do what I tell you?”
“Yes.” Cassie says, a little too quickly.
Dana rolls her eyes. “When you’re over eager like that I don’t believe you.”
Cassie looks over her shoulder, to see if any neighbours are looking, in case anyone is out sitting on their porch. When she’s satisfied the coast is clear. She takes a step towards Dana and then kneels. She leans down and kisses the top of Dana’s bare foot.
“Let me show you how sorry I am.” Cassie says.
Dana finally lets her in.
Minutes later she’s stripped and is sitting compliantly on the bed. Dana walks in, still in her robe, with a shit-eating look on her face. She has something behind her back. Cassie looks at her with a little thrill at which strap or toy it could be that is going to be used for her punishment.
Then Dana holds it out to her - a water bottle. Just like the one from earlier today.
“I want you to try that little stunt again.”
“Why?” Cassie’s stomach coils.
“Just do it.” Firm. Deadly.
Cassie obeys - she takes the water bottle dumbly. “Would you like some water, Dana?”
“I would, Cassie. Thank you.” Dana takes the bottle, drinks from it, hands it back to Cassie.
Cassie has no clothes on to wipe the lid with - she looks around like she might wipe it on the bedding but instead, Dana walks up close enough to Cassie to touch and says, “Here love, you can use this to wipe off my germs,” and holds out a little square of the robe.
Cassie meets Dana’s eyes - they are feral. Predatory.
She takes the robe and starts to gently wipe off the lid.
Within seconds, Dana snatches back the water bottle, takes another drink of it, sets it down, and opens up Cassie’s lips with both hands before spitting the water directly into her mouth.
Cassie is gobsmacked. Water drips down her face and chest. She can’t move, still feeling the residual roughness of Dana’s hands on her mouth and chin.
Dana doesn’t say anything at first. She just turns around and removes her robe, hangs it on the back of the bedroom door. Underneath she’s wearing a simple black bra and panties. Nothing lacy or delicate. The severity of the lines against her pale skin does something wicked to Cassie’s brain.
“Lay back on the bed.” Dana says. And Cassie obeys, still dripping with water. And dripping elsewhere too.
Dana climbs on top of her, straddles her hips. “Open your mouth.” Cassie obeys. Dana just lets her do that for a little bit, observing her - Cassie distantly wonders if she’s ever going to get relief or if it’s only torture tonight. Finally Dana breaks the silence:
“You’re going to take my spit and you’re going to say, ‘Thank you, Ms. Evans.’ And then when I think you’ve had enough, I’m going to ride that ungrateful little mouth of yours.”
Cassie clenches her legs together under Dana and groans. Dana forces her hips down and slaps her cheek with a SMACK that elicits a little cry from Cassie. She doesn’t hold her cheek but she can feel the burn. Her mouth falls closed for a second and Dana forces it open again wordlessly before leaning in and spitting into her mouth.
This time Cassie doesn’t cry out or moan, she only says, “Thank you, Ms. Evans.”
“Good girl.” Dana says. Then she shifts off of Cassie’s legs, spreads them apart, and without any pretense, inserts all four fingers deep into Cassie’s sopping cunt.
Cassie loves to be used as Dana’s toy - she surrenders herself completely and only struggles when she can tell it’ll turn Dana on more. She lets out a shuddering breath at the sudden fullness. Dana has small, delicate hands. But inside of her they feel like the perfect fit.
Dana starts to fuck her, deep and slow, twisting her fingers, exploring Cassie inside like she’s looking for something. Dana leans down and licks Cassie’s nipple - sweet at first - and then she bites her. Cassie does cry out that time. She knows there will be deep red marks from Dana’s teeth around her breast.
Dana leans down to Cassie’s ear, “Colour?”
“Green.” Cassie says desperately.
“Good girl. Open.”
Cassie opens her mouth and Dana spits forcefully. Some of it hits Cassie’s bottom lip. “Lap that up, sweets.” Cassie obeys. Dana’s fingers drag against her inner wall now with each thrust. She’s picking up speed, sliding in and out of Cassie deliriously like she can’t help herself.
“Please, Ms. Evans.” Cassie whines.
“What is it, brat?”
“I wanna come. Please.”
Dana pulls her fingers out of Cassie abruptly. And this time the whine from Cassie is long and loud. “And why do I care what you want after you tried to embarrass me today?”
“Because I want to taste you. Please.” A few tears spring from Cassie’s eyes. She wants nothing more than Dana to use her, to ride her tongue.
“Oh is that it? You don’t care about yourself, you’re just being impatient?”
Cassie nods weakly. She feels like a different person in Dana’s bed. Weak and pathetic. And she loves it.
Dana lowers her tongue to Cassie’s cunt and devours her, punishes her clit with her tongue in a way that almost hurts. Sucks on it hard. “Fuck!” Cassie cries out. Her hips buck helplessly against Dana’s mouth and she comes within moments, more tears escaping.
Dana drinks deep of her, collecting her arousal in her mouth, before leaning up to Cassie’s mouth again. Cassie opens her mouth wide, her tongue lolling out desperately, ready and willing, as Dana spits. Cassie can taste herself in it this time. She swallows gladly and Dana kisses her deeply, finally. The meanness of Dana isn’t so present in this kiss - it betrays Dana’s care for her, reminding her of the sweet Dana under this version. Cassie loves both, all, of Dana’s sides so desperately she forgets herself and brings a soft palm to Dana’s cheek.
Dana allows it for a moment. Then she smacks the hand back to the bed, pulls back from the kiss. Her eyes are wild again.
“Where’s my grateful girl?”
“Thank you, Ms. Evans.”
“That’s more like it. Open.”
Cassie’s eyes are closed, her tongue out, her mouth open. Then she feels the weight of Dana’s naked cunt press down against her face and she thinks she might pass out from the heavenly taste and pressure. Cassie’s own pussy clenches against nothing, more turned on at the feeling of Dana on top of her mouth than anything before.
“Lord,” Dana moans. She drags herself slowly against Cassie’s tongue. “Eyes open, honey.” Dana says - Cassie obeys. Dana’s right of course - she’s always right - the sight of her from this angle makes Cassie feel like she’s staring up at a God. Her personal God.
Dana’s hips start to speed up as she finds a rhythm she likes - Cassie knows it well. She is aching to touch Dana, to gather up every part of her in her hands. She knows it’ll be met with disdain, but she can’t find it in herself to care. She reaches one hand up and squeezes Dana’s breast through her bra, her thumb stroking over her nipple.
To her surprise, Dana doesn’t move the hand, actually covering it with her own and groaning. Cassie feels a little vindicated.
Then Dana stops moving for a second, lifts her hips slightly. Cassie makes another pathetic sound of being denied.
Dana twists her waist so she can see Cassie’s twitching cunt and she SLAPS it hard.
“JESUS,” Cassie practically screams.
Dana turns and makes eye contact - light concern laced in her now.
Cassie pants hotly and says, “Green.”
Then Dana slaps her again, a little less hard. The wet sound of the smack is bliss. She ends the slap with a little circling rub of her mound. Dana finishes the process with a sweet little pat, as if to say, soon, and then resumes her initial work, lowering herself back to Cassie's mouth.
“Hands up against the bed.” Dana says. Cassie obeys.
Then Dana thrusts herself against Cassie’s tongue again, renewing her rhythm. She leans forward slightly on one hand and the other hand finds the back of Cassie’s head. She fucks her face with a new urgency and Cassie can feel how desperate and turned on she is. Use me, Cassie thinks, as if she could send the notion telepathically straight into Dana’s clit.
The sounds Dana makes are frantic now. The rhythm is chaotic. Cassie can feel the wave coming before it hits. She takes in a little extra air just in time.
“FUCK,” Dana shouts, her throat raw with pleasure, as she grinds down hard against Cassie’s face, effectively cutting off her air for a few seconds as she rides it out, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Cassie would be happy to die this way. She very nearly comes again without being touched at all.
Moments later Dana lifts her hips, still shaking. “Sorry,” she gasps down at Cassie, who takes in a gulp of air like a drowned man. “Don’t be,” Cassie manages to say when she’s caught her breath.
Dana collapses against the bed beside her, trying to breathe normally again. Her eyes fall closed. Cassie rolls onto her side and just observes her. Watches her chest rise and fall, evening out. Watches her throat swallow against nothing.
Cassie gets a wicked little thought - she reaches down to the floor where Dana had discarded the water bottle and picks it up.
“Can I offer you some water, Ms. Evans? You seem parched.” Cassie has a shit-eating smirk - it’s the first thing Dana sees when she opens her eyes.
Dana shakes her head with a little grin. “Sure, hon.” She reaches for the water bottle but Cassie pulls it back. Dana’s brow furrows. Then Cassie takes a long sip from the bottle and Dana starts to understand.
Cassie leans over Dana’s face, her mouth still full. They lock eyes before Dana’s mouth lolls open. Cassie spits the water into Dana’s mouth. Dana swallows happily.
“That was perfect. You’re perfect,” Cassie says. She strokes Dana’s hair lovingly.
“Oh you think I’m done with you?” Dana says. Cassie shakes her head. “No. But can I ask for some soft Dana?”
Dana’s whole being instantly shifts into a gentler form. She takes the black bra off and throws it off the bed before moving up the bed. “Lay here,” Dana pats a spot beside her and Cassie moves to it.
Dana is on her side now as Cassie lays flat. Dana leans down and kisses her feather-soft as her fingers move to Cassie’s pussy, rubbing her delicately, being tender and careful with her oversensitive nerves. Cassie moans into Dana’s mouth and she relishes being able to touch Dana now. Being allowed and encouraged.
Dana pulls back just slightly from Cassie’s lips to look her in the eyes. Dana’s fingers never still, moving in perfect circles, watching for the change in Cassie’s face when she starts to need more, when her breathing changes - shortens. Watching for the little cues that mean she’s close. She can see it happening. Can feel it in her fingertips. When she knows Cassie is close, she starts to move her fingers back and forth more quickly, rubbing the entirety of her, with the clit softly contained and rubbed inside her lips.
Dana leans down as she feels it crest and whispers against Cassie’s lips, “I love you.” Before kissing her to capture the moans that come as Cassie falls apart. Cassie thrusts against her hand and moans loudly against her tongue.
They stay together like that, kissing lazily, Dana’s hand holding her between her legs, like if she removes her hand Cassie will truly fall to pieces. Slowly, slowly, her hand glides up to rest on Cassie’s stomach and they both sigh.
“Thank you,” Cassie says.
“You’re very welcome, dear.”