lesbian.

the after party had quickly gone stale to cassandra, as much as she’d enjoyed the night as her first performance as juliet wrapped up, the party itself just wasn’t how she’d planned to celebrate.

of course, the rest of the cast had planned it so as the lead role, director, casting director, and just over all head of the theater department within Miranda’s All Girl University, she had no choice but to join. and she obviously dragged her extremely shy and awkward girlfriend.

to this day, no one understood how grace had managed to get 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢. after all, the girl had gone two years without making even the slightest of social noise. at most her work was praised by teachers yet no matter what, she’d shrink into herself at the slightest glance in her direction to where people just— didn’t focused on her.ᐣ other students even started taking bets on just how the two could have possibly crossed paths, let alone formed a friendship, and now were in a very real relationship. 

even elena seemed to be in the dark, all she knew about her friend was her usual sleep deprived Casanova one day, and the next she was being followed by a puppy blonde. unlike the ‘fans’ of cassandra, this girl didn’t seem to care much about cassandra’s wealth, or even social status. if anything, it seemed as if she was trying her best to shrink into the cafe’s chairs and disappear, especially when elena walked up to set down their drinks. 

it was almost comical to the barista, to be at a party where the famous player was too focused on shielding the shy blonde then bask in the praise and attention her successful production had garnered. the two had been official for at least a year if not more. everyone knew, elena still remembered the day cassandra’s fans had entered the coffee shop, fuming because cassandra had absolutely snapped at them to leave grace alone for good. a few weeks later all three disappeared— and elena choose to not overthink that for the sake of the last bit of her sanity. instead she smiled behind her red  disposable cup, watching as the actress slowly led her girlfriend through the crowd and out the door, barely waving goodbye to anyone in her way. 

‘𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤– 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘.’ 

the air was warm outside, cassandra grinned as she led grace to her car with their fingers intertwined. grace, glad to be away from the crowd, returned the grin with a shaky breath. she was happy to see her girlfriend absolutely achieve her dream, fondly remembering the nights that they stayed up late in cassandra’s apartment. she remembered how the brunette would spend hours writing and rewriting lines, marking scrips to help the new cast, and running over her own lines. all that while grace sat with a laptop on her lap, typing and researching for her own analytical classes. it brought her so much joy, she couldn't help but push herself forward and take the brunette’s face in her palms, pulling her into a kiss. she didn't mean for it to be such a deep kiss, and if there had been anyone around she likely would have died of embarrassment. yet at that moment, she clung to the taller woman’s shoulders, and let the actress’ excitement and high from her triumph soak into her.

as they slowly pulled away, grace’s eyes fluttered open to meet soft amber, and that was the moment she realized her mistake. both stared as they caught their breath, grace letting out a shaky breath as she realized how much darker cassandra’s eyes looked compared to just moments before the kiss. she knew her girlfriend enough to know what that meant, as she felt the actress’ hand squeeze hers once, twice, three times before rushing them both to the black car waiting just at the end of the street for them.

the drive back to cassandra’s apartment was a blur, messy kisses between red lights and wandering hands. as soon as the car came to a full stop, both women slipped out and up the stairs, quiet giggles, hands continued to wander and lips met until grace had to take the keys to open the door. she really didn't put it past cassandra to take her against the door of the apartment.

as they slipped into the apartment, lips continued to meet, tongue slipped between them in teasing licks. grace’s hand rested upon the actress’ chest, holding her back just enough to ensure the door closed and locked. with grace more comfortable, cassandra grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room. pushing the timid girl onto the wide bed, strong thighs straddling grace’s legs, one hand taking her cheek, and the other tangled between blonde locks.

their kiss was heavy, a mixture of love and desperation. that's how they always kissed when alone, letting everything they couldn't show pour into each other. tongues brushed against each other, spit mixing, breathing into each other. grace’s hands lowering to rest at cassandra’s hips, the gesture encouraged the brunette’s hips to start grinding down slowly, sensually. both the brunette and blonde let out a soft moan, lips parting. the brunettes lips quickly made their way down grace’s neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving a trail of purple marks on her way down. the action was enough for grace’s head to roll to the side, soft sighs escaping her lips at the sensation of her girlfriend once again leaving various marks, each made for her ‘fans’ to see and fume at. 

it didn't take long for grace to grow impatient, her hands moved quickly to the button of cassandra’s pants, unbuttoning them and tugging them down just enough for her hand to slip under the lacy fabric beneath blue jeans. her fingers were quick to find the brunette's slit, her index and ring parting her soaked lower lips until her middle finger could comfortably draw teasing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

the action was enough for cassandra's lips to part in a needy moan, her hips buckling against her girlfriends hand desperately. heavy breathing mixed with moans that filled the already humid air, thick with the tension between them. the actress' head falling back, eyes half lidded as she stared down into the warm silver of her girlfriend. that was all the permission grace needed to surge forward, her lips and teeth meeting tan skin, leaving her own marks down cassandra's throat. the action along with how her finger continued its ministration was all enough for the brunette to grow louder, her hips grinding quicker, deeper.

"𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒. . . 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘. 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒."

broken pleas came from the dimitrescu, and ever the loyal girlfriend, grace complied. her hand moving further down until her middle and ring finger could tease the soaked entrance, waiting only a moment before slipping in with no resistance. it wasn't their first time having sex, grace knew how to bend the actress to her whims just as well as the actress knew her, and with how wet they both were, she knew her fingers would find no resistance as they began pumping in and out of the brunette.

the stretch alone made cassandra gasp, her hips met each thrust as her nails digged into the soft flesh of grace's shoulders. cassandra was never loud per say, but she wasn't shy about her pleasure, especially at home. her moans vibrated through her chest, heavy gasps and raspy mutters of grace's name slipped out carelessly.

hearing her name so shamelessly called out made grace feel dizzy, two years of dating and she still found herself in awe of how much control 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢 was willing to give her. a part of her always thought moments like these were merely a dream, her subconscious yearning for the brunette and when she woke up she would still be a loner. yet every morning she woke up to arms around her waist, or the scent of coffee brewing and the TV quietly playing ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑟. mornings like that were her favorite, waking sore in all the right places and with her mind quite and content.

the feeling of fingers tangling into her short blonde locks snapped her out of her thoughts, silver eyes meeting soft golden ones, cassandra's hips had slowed down but it was clear by the small juts here and there that she was still ready for anything grace gave her.

"𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙."

her voice was soft, loving. the same voice she used to guide grace back to earth after intense moments. the same voice cassandra used when grace had to do a presentation, or when she told her mother she didn't wish to keep moving around, that she wanted to stay at the university. the same voice used to check on her between and after their first time together, and every time after that. every time cassandra gently guided her down from a ground shaking orgasm and held her through the aftershocks, guiding a glass of water to her lips or her hand into the others soaked underwear.

"𝑛𝑜. . . 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤."

her own voice raspy, the smile on cassandra's lips fully returning her to the moment, leaning forward and capturing red painted lips with her own. what little make-up they both had on had long since been smudged, and neither found it in them to care as they explored each others mouths over and over again. a soft moan from the brunette reminded grace of her original objective. slowly her hand picked up speed again, finding the tempo she knew cassandra liked.

almost as soon as started, cassandra gasped against her lip, hips also picking up speed to match. the fingers in her hair curled at the roots, tugging softy. that was enough for grace to curl her fingers, aiming at the soft spongy spot she knew would get reaction, and it did. cassandra's moans broke with a whine, her hips stuttering while her legs began to shake just enough for grace's other hand to feel as she rubbed small circles with her thumb.

angling her hand until the heel of her palm was against the actresses clit, pressing down while her finger continued to slip in and out, curling every few strokes. within a few minutes, cassandra's hips began to lose their rhythm, her hands tugging at blonde locks.

"𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒. . .𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡-𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. '𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜-𝑠𝑒."

words broken up between moans, her hips grinding deeper against the blonde's hand, desperately chasing her own high all while grace continued to drag the pad of her fingers against the walls of her cunt, pressing the heel of her palm further against the bundle of nerves. that's all it took for cassandra's back to arch, lips parting in a drawn out moan as she orgasm hit her.

grace's hand slow down, helping cassandra through the aftershocks. her other hand rubbing the actress's thigh while she pressed soft kisses to her neck. when she felt the brunette's breathing slow, her hand gently slipped out of the ruined garments, a smug grin forming on her face as she raised her hand to her mouth. tongue sticking out and licking at her fingers, until a hand wrapped around her fingers, pulling her hand away from her mouth and into cassandra's.

grace couldn't help the groan that escaped her throat as she felt her girlfriend suck and lick her fingers until she released them with a soft pop. she could feel her breath grow heavy, pulling her hand away and pulling cassandra closer until their lips could met again. the taste of her girlfriend's cum and her mouth made her moan into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to get a taste from the source.

unfortunately, it seemed cassandra had other plans as she pulled away on shaky legs, pulling off the rest of her clothes, leave her ruined panties for last. the sight alone made grace's mouth water, but before she could move forward the brunette dropped to her knees between the still dressed blonde. a small tug at her shirt reminded her that neither had bothered with their clothes once the door behind them closed. quickly, the blonde removed her shirt, followed by the soft pink bra she'd worn, all while cassandra's watched with hungry eyes. if she didn't see the same amount of devotion she saw every morning, she would have almost felt like little more than prey, instead a shiver ran down her spine.

as her hands lowered to her own jeans, cassandra's hands beat her to the button. deliberately licking her lips before undoing the button and slowly dragging down the zipper. she was putting on a show, always the performer, always the star of the show the way she leaned forward, sucking pale skin until satisfied with the small marks left behind.

her hands tugged down the material of her jeans, bunching it up in her curled fingers just enough to give her mouth free reign of the blonde's hipbones. her teeth grazed the skin, lips leaving smeared lipstick and saliva. one good mark left right on the dip of her hip. by then, grace's breathing had grown heavy, but it wasn't until cassandra bit down on her hip that she let out a whine. one hand raised, covering the lower half of her face.

a smirk formed on the brunette's lips, finally tapping at the blonde's thigh, signaling for her to lift and let her pull down the remaining clothes. clothes she almost found offensive if it hadn't been her teasing so much. tossing the remaining clothes and shoes to the side, her hands were quick to spreed pale thighs, black painted nails sunk into the warm flesh below them as she stared with unadulterated hunger.

"𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑠-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔."

a whine sounded out above her, head head jerked up, looking at the blonde who was hiding most of her face behind her hands. even so, she could see the red spreading up her neck and cheeks, and she can see the way her chest quickly rose and fell. whatever hunger she'd been feeling only multiped.

"𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒."

cassandra didn't wait for the rebuttal she was sure grace was coming up with. instead she dug right in, her tongue flattening out and dragging itself from the bottom of grace's cunt up to her clit. earing herself a choked moan from the blonde above her. gently her lips wrapped around swollen clit, alternating between licking and sucking while grace's finger tangled themselves into her raven locks, pulling her closer.

grace was already so close, between the pent up frustration of cassandra's play, the car ride home and cassandra's never ending teasing (although making the brunette cum on her fingers was more her fault), grace could feel herself beyond prepared. not even two minutes in, and her legs were already shaking around the actress' head. her own head rolled back, face scrunched and eyes closed. her lips parted in gasps and whiny moans, her hips grinding down, trying to use cassandra's tongue until her orgasm hit.

unfortunately or fortunately depending on the perspective, her girlfriend could read her like a script. opting to lower her mouth onto her cunt's entrance, plunging her tongue into her entrance and using her thumb to rub tight circles on the bundle of nerves. grace swears she'd never moan that loud, her hands unsure if they wanted to push cassandra's face further into her or away as she felt the knot on her stomach grow impossibly tight.

instead her hands let go of dark lock's, gripping dark red bed sheets like her life depended on them. she was almost sure she ripped them when cassandra's tongue returned to her clit and two fingers slid into her. it was obvious the brunette was starving, just as pent up from the weeks of work— if not more, being such an important part of the play. she was pouring very ounce of the frustration into every curl of her fingers, her free arm wrapped around grace's thigh, forcing her legs to stay open for her. every time she sucked on the bundle of nerves and every time her fingers curled into grace's upper wall, she could swear she saw stars behind her eyelids. white-hot pleasure ripped through her nerves as the knot in her low stomach snapped without warning. her back arched high, thighs squeezing cassandra's as a silent scream forced her lips apart.

she could feel cassandra's tongue lapping up every bit of her orgasm, the brunette moaning at the taste and amplifying the aftershocks wrecking her body. more desperate whines and gasps came from the blonde as cassandra gently guided her back down. once she felt grace's fingers tap her head lightly and her thighs release their hold, cassandra kissed her way up until she could kiss her breathless girlfriend.

the kiss was short but sweet, grace whining against her lips at the taste of herself. after a few minutes, she could feel the strength of her legs return. . for the most part. she could feel herself trembling slightly still, but the way cassandra pressed gentle kisses to her cheeks, all the way down her shoulders and the way her hands rubbed soothing circles on her waist down to her thighs, she felt safe.

after a few more minutes, her breathing calmed back to a normal pace. hands reaching to pull her girlfriend back up against her lips again. both too exhausted to move, agreed to clean up in the morning. only adjusting thill their heads met soft pillows, cassandra's arms around grace's waist. the blonde's back curled into the brunette's front as their fingers interlocked. sleepy kisses interchanged until they both dozed off.

the next day, elena was surprised to see the happy couple enter the shop before noon. she wasn't surprised to see both covered in purple bites from their lower jaws down to their shoulders. snickering under her breath when the three cassandra dimitrescu fans stormed out of the coffee shop and cassandra turned to look at her with a smug grin while grace looked between the two half confused half in disbelief. as usual, cassandra simply wrapped her arm around the blonde's shoulders, leading her to the register and starting small talk with elena.