Cassie x Maddy headcanon: after Maddy saves Cassie's life, something switches inside of her.
And, just as Cassie does, she grows obsessed. Maddy becomes her anchor, her grace. She looks up to her with wide, glossy eyes, and takes in every word she says in reverent silence.
They move in together because it's natural. Cassie doesn't ask what exactly Maddy did to keep her alive. She's too afraid of doing so. Instead, she works diligently to make her happy. Her meals are always warm and ready. Her clothes are clean and folded. Her expensive plants are hydrated and flourishing.
Cassie studies Maddy's emotions carefully. The twitch on her lips when the pasta is nice. Her soft breathing when she lies on the couch. The quiet humming when she takes a long shower.
She approaches her tentatively. At first, with fleeing touches. When she realizes Maddy doesn't really mind, she starts lingering a bit more. A hand on her thigh when they watch a movie. Her nails tracing patterns on Maddy's back after a long day. Cassie takes down mental notes. Maddy flushes. Maddy tilts her head back. Maddy gazes at her with her cat eyes suddenly tender, and her plump mouth very slightly open.
Cassie buries her hand between Maddy's soft locks, and scratches her head just so, slowly, methodically, and she sounds that's leaves Maddy's throat has her squirming.
Cassie is in deep, deep, deep.
One day, she hears a huffed grunt coming from Maddy's room. She knocks, waits patiently. Maddy lets her in.
She finds her in bed, hair tussled, her mouth drawn in a scowl. She is breathing deeply, and her eyebrows are furrowed. She's sweaty, and flushed, and so visibly frustrated that it's almost painful to watch. Cassie's heartbeat strutters.
'Sorry' she says, but doesn't step back. 'Sorry, sorry. I just- I didn't know-'
'It's okay... I... I couldn't, anyway'
Cassie licks her lips. Tries to convince herself not to look down Maddy's figure. She fails. Her eyes set on the way her torso shines with a layer of sweat, her long legs spread comfortably over crumbled sheets.
God. Her mouth waters. She wants to be good. Wants to be good for Maddy. Wants to help her.
'Why... Why not?' she asks, almost timidly.
She sees the ghost of a smile gracing Maddy's features.
'I don't know... I just... can't.'
Cassie's own cheeks begin to heat up. Her fingers itch from the distance that hangs between them and Maddy's body.
'I can...' she starts... 'I could... help, you know'.
She watches as Maddy's expression is struck by honest surprise. There's a beat of doubt, a hesitant breath.
'You don't have to' Maddy says softly. It's spoken in a whisper, washed almost in wonder.
Cassie takes a step forwards. She inhales sharply. Her nose catches the faint smell of Maddy's core.
'But- but I'd like to' she says then, and reaches out to actually graze her pads on Maddy's thigh. She doesn't pull away. Cassie presses her hand more firmly. 'Because...' She can't help it. Her nails run naturally up Maddy's flesh. 'Because you... you saved me'.
Maddy fully shudders, with gritted teeth and her skin blooming in goosebumps.
'Fuck, Cass. You don't have to. You're not...'
She doesn't say it. Cassie sprawls herself between Maddy's legs. She's looking up at her with clear, begging eyes. She presses her cheek right on Maddy's bent knee.
'I'm not what, Mads?' Her mouth finds Maddy's flesh too easily. She feels her shifting slightly under her, stuttering in her own words. 'Yours?'
Maddy exhales. Cassie watches her swallowing, tilting her head back, thinking.
'-cause... I am, you know?' she whispers, velvety, desperate, 'yours. I'm all yours.' She latches onto her skin, tasting her, humming in franctic content as Maddy opens her thighs wider. 'I belong to you, Maddy. Completely'.
Maddy hisses. Cassie plants open-mouthed kisses between her thighs.
'So use me. Use me, please.' Cassie is begging now, high and broken, and when she lets her lips press on Maddy's pussy, she gasps in desperation. 'I'll be so good for you, Mads. Promise.'
Maddy grunts lowly. Her fingers tangle in Cassie's golden locks. Cassie sucks Maddy's folds through her ruined underwear, taking in her taste, buring her nose deep between her legs. Her nails dig into Maddy's tender flesh. It's addictive. The flavour, the dizziness of the moment, the way she feels Maddy's legs pressing mercilessly against her numb ears.
'Fuck, Cassie. Fuck. Take my fucking panties off. Suck me good.'
Cassie complies immediately. Her fingers hook in Maddy's underwear and pulls it down in a quick movement. Her mouth sucks into her core right away, avid and wanting. Maddy hisses again, arching into Cassie's generous mouth, tugging into her hair harshly.
'Yes, yes. God. Suck me.'
She's breathless, legs open and hair tussled on the pillowcase. Cassie loves it, every second of it. She suctions her clit in abandon, and Maddy moans repetidly, digging her heels on Cassie's back.
'Good fucking girl, Cass. Do it- do it like that, baby. So good, so good.'
Cassie beams against Maddy's pussy, slick in her wetness, still sucking desperately, wanting more, more, more of Maddy, everything she can give her, enchanted by the thoght of being owned by her.
Then, Maddy grows still. She keeps Cassie right in her place, and fucks her mouth through a long, light-headed orgasm.
Cassie licks her until Maddy guides her up by her hair. When she looks at Maddy's expression, her eyes glowing in a satisfied light, her lips stil drawn in light panting, her neck covered by a mist of sweat, Cassie almost cries. Before she can speak, she's pulled down into a breathless kiss.
Maddy embraces her. She throws her arms around her neck and kisses her slowly, deeply. Cassie can taste a hint of blueberry in her tongue. She's sure Maddy can taste her own juices in exchange.
And it's settled. Much like everything else in their lives. This change, this development in their lives. Maddy runs her nails in Cassie's scalp. Cassie presses her indents on Maddy's stomach.
'I love you', she breathes out, just into Maddy's mouth.
She loves her. Above everything else, despite all that happened. Deeply, intrinsically, inevitably. She loves her.
There's another kiss. A tongue brushing against her own. A hand sneaking down her soaked panties.
'I fucking love you too, Cassie', she hears then, and Maddy makes circles on her clit as if to cement her point.
It's another milestone in their relationship.
The kind of things they don't have to explain.
