Violet

it was a hot summer's dusk, and yet you were currently cuddled impossibly close into cassie's side, regardless of the heat. you were both taking the opportunity of her day off as a chance to simply be together. you were able to go out for lunch earlier, before coming back home to binge-watch a show you both had been meaning to catch up on.

but one thing that ate at your brain was the pretty waitress that kept eyeing cassie while the two of you were eating earlier in the day. in your mind, she was physically flawless, and when she started subtly flirting with your butch, you felt your stomach drop. and all of a sudden, every insecurity you had worked through in the past came crashing down on you again.

you were distracted, unable to indulge in the series cassie had put on just for you. she always noticed the little things, namely when you needed comfort. even when you didn't know it yet.

you felt her gently squeeze your shoulder, urging you out of your daze. when you met her gaze, you could see her eyebrows stitched together, a slight frown on her face. "talk to me." she murmured, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pick your brain just from your expression.

you chew on your lip, averting your gaze and adjusting in your spot, suddenly restless. she gently lifts your chin in her hand, making you hold her gaze again. "cmon, none of that." she brushes the hair from your face tenderly, staring deep into your eyes.

your eyes flicker between hers, unable to stick to one. "it's nothing..." your voice is uncertain, all shaky as you look away. she picks up on it right away, her eyebrow curving in question now. "just.. that girl." her eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern at your whispered confession, and the way your face drops into that blue expression. "what girl?"

you meet her eyes hesitantly, her thumb now caressing your cheek as to keep your eyes on her. "the waitress." you whisper again, feeling those stupid tears burning.

logically, you know you shouldn't feel this way, this insecure over some stranger. cassie was devoted to you in every way. you knew that. but it didn't stop the increasingly louder voice in the back of your head from telling you otherwise. that she was out of your league, that you didn't and would never deserve her.

her expression falls, her lips parting to speak. "baby—" you part from her arms, unable to hear her right now, standing up from the couch, "i'm fine, i just... i'm just going to sleep earlier tonight..." she quickly follows you into the bedroom, becoming progressively more desperate. she tugs on your hand, making you face her again. she steps closer and cups your cheeks. her voice is soft, quieter. "listen to me, at least. please?" she searches your face hastily. and when you don't move away she continues, gently sitting you down on the edge of the bed. "i don't know what it is you're thinking right now. but i know for a fact that i barely gave that girl the time of day. what's going on?" she gently pries, her hands letting go of you hesitantly as to try to give you your space.

you look down at your lap, slightly embarrassed to admit to your own insecurities. "she was beautiful..." cassie's head tilts. "and...?" you try to think of a way to answer this that doesn't make it seem like an asshole who doesn't trust their own partner. "she seems... i don't know... more like your type?" you glance at her for a spilt second before quickly looking away again, unable to hold her gaze. especially while knowing what you were saying was completely thoughtless.

you can almost hear the possibilities of the thoughts in her head, every worst case scenario swimming in your mind. she sits beside you as you're caught up in your own mind. "what makes you think that?" she interrupts your thoughts with the gentle question. you are taken aback slightly, because in reality, there isn't any logic behind it. just a stupid 'gut-feeling' that feels a lot closer to an inner saboteur.

she sighs softly when you can't come up with an answer. she takes your hands in her own, her larger hands encasing yours firmly. "i don't care what you believe, whatever it is you tell yourself... you're all i want. all i'll ever want." she leans in closer to hold your gaze, even as you try to look away. "there is not another person in this world that is more perfect for me than you are."

your jaw tenses as you fight back tears, looking down. you hear her sigh shakily "look at me baby, please." she pleads with you softly. you meet her gaze slowly. "what will it take for you to understand that you're everything i need?" her hands slide down to your shoulders, her fighting back the urge to shake you, to force some sense into you.

"i would do anything for you, honey. anything..." your breath hitches as she gets on her knees in front of you. she gazes up at you, her waterline shining with unshed tears. her eyes desperately gaping at your face. you swallow, your throat suddenly bone dry at the sight. you feel a tug at your heart. "cass..."

"i hate seeing you like this... fuck... i wish you could see yourself through my eyes." she whispers hoarsely, bowing her head as if praying by an altar. you bite your lip, looking away from her, and to the wall of the bedroom.

she nuzzles against your thigh, as she has done so many times before. "i love every inch of you..." she murmurs into your skin. her lips are parted as she glances up at you, that pleading, almost pathetic expression on her face. when you feel her eyes burning into you, you finally meet her gaze once again.

"...let me prove it to you?" her voice lowers, sounding less sure, wanting to make sure that you are okay with it.

you know what she's asking just by the look on her face. you let out a shaky breath. you could never deny her, not when she looks at you like you're the only thing that's keeping her tethered to the earth. her face relaxes before she leans up to capture your lips with her own. she cups your cheek, her lips moving with a silent longing, willing to do anything to make you feel better.

she breathes into you, her life-blood. she lets out a soft whimper as she gathers you closer.

her other hand finds your waist, gently guiding you to lay down, her solid form hovering over yours. she squeezes your waist, humming in approval at the feeling of your flesh in her grip. "god, you feel so good... so perfect." her tongue prods at your bottom lip, demanding entrance.

your lips part easily, already lost in her. you can feel her chain dangling against your skin, the way her hands start to wander. so desperate yet earnest and tender. her tongue explores your mouth freely, but instead of hunger it was more of a yearning to connect with you more, to become as close to you as physically possible.

you could catch a whiff of her cologne as she indulged in you, your hands tangling in her messy hair as your tongue starts to move against hers. she was so deliciously warm and musky, it was already overwhelming your senses.

she pulls back to look at you, brushing the wild hairs from your face. her gaze scans down your body, following the way her own hands trail down, and back up to your eyes. "can i take this off?" her voice is stronger now, having found her footing as she scales her hand along the hem of your top.

you breathe a soft yes, and she quickly works off your top. you squirm slightly as she straddles your hips, in a daze as she gapes down at your torso. you can feel the subtle bulge of her strap beneath her shorts. unable to resist grinding up against it.

you feel your skin tingle beneath her gaze, you had ditched your bra hours ago and with that, your skin was now open to her uninhibited worship.

you were beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, every possible word that could describe you still wasn't enough in her mind. you couldn't be more perfect, like you were handcrafted by the divine, with the utmost care, just for her.

the impact you had on her by simply laying beneath her was unbecoming. you unravelled her without a single touch or a single word, just by existing near her. her mouth fell dry at the sight of you. her gaze lingers on your bare chest, naturally. she takes in the way your breasts sit so beautifully. the way they moved hypnotically at a simple breath.

you shifted beneath her gaze again as it moved down your body, you couldn't help it. no matter how many times you had been stark naked in front of her, her eager eyes never failed to make you feel squirmy.

she let out a shaky breath at the softness of your waist that curled inward, like a guide to the round of your stomach. fuck. she felt a slight shiver go up her spine. your flesh, so malleable to her touch it always left her in a daze.

her finger traced from your shoulder, around your breast and down your side, sliding along the rolls that lay there. she could see why they were called love handles. because they were made for her to grab and by god did she love them.

she leans down pressing her lips against the corner of your parted lips, holding your gaze for a moment before following the line of your jaw and throat. "love every inch of you..." each kiss holding its own reassurance, its own yearning for you.

she nuzzled her nose into your skin, inhaling the now faint scent of your perfume in addition to the musk of your own sweat from the hot day. "you even smell like you were made for me..." she let out a soft hum before continuing her way down past your collarbone.

she glanced up at you, silently checking in, seeing no abstaining from your expression, she proceeded along your breasts, her face now smushed against the soft mounds. she lightly pressed her tongue against the skin, trailing a line over the surface before flicking her tongue around and against your nipple.

your breath hitched at the feeling, letting out a slight whine at the stimulation. you felt her release an intentional puff of air onto your spit-slicked nub, making you shiver slightly. she adjusts her position to treat the other the same, tracing her tongue around your other nipple and taking in the way you shudder.

"so perfect..." she pulls back just to admire your breasts again, now marked with her own saliva. she shuts her eyes as she leans in to press more kisses down the center of your torso, committing the way your tummy clenches beneath her tender lips to memory.

her movements were achingly slow, and so achingly tender. not wasting any second, and making sure to worship you properly. like a good butch should.

she peeled your shorts down past your navel until they sat under your stomach. she bit her lip at the sight of your stomach hanging over your shorts, practically salivating. it was so erotic, it felt like a forbidden secret to be able to see you like this. knowing that others couldn't handle you the way she could. couldn't worship you like she could.

she nips at your stomach, leaving her mark. she's smiling against the skin, dazed. her head is foggy and dumb, only one thing on her mind. but she continues down, skating past your shorts and to your thighs. she presses kisses all the way down to your ankle, holding your leg in her hand so reverently. "love every bit of you, head to toes."

she crawls back up your body. her hands leaving you with one last caress of your stomach, unable to hold back her craving any longer. "i want to taste you, baby. can i make you feel good?" she meets your eyes desperately. you nod quickly, too eager to care how pathetic you looked now.

she pries your legs apart and up, tugging your shorts and underwear down impatiently. she throws them to the side, not caring where they land as her eyes take in your cunt. the thicket of hair so inviting, and your mound deliciously plump, like a feast waiting to be devoured. perfect.

with her gaze never leaving you, she adjusts herself between your legs, situating them over her shoulders. "such a pretty pussy." she mumbles as her thumbs rest over your lips before spreading them apart, now getting a good look at your slit. it was a sight to behold, your clit swollen with arousal, now peeking out from beneath its hood, and your hole clenching under her gaze. and the slick coating every inch.

she groans embarrassingly loud at the sight, holding herself back from burying herself between your thighs without coming up for air. so, she mouths at your mound, her chin narrowly avoiding bumping against your clit. "will never get tired of you." she leans down to drag her tongue against your lips, teasing around your slit.

you moan in response, your hand finding her hair and combing back her bangs. "fuck... cass!" she hums in response, unable to resist a better taste, dragging her tongue through your slit but not fully touching the flesh. your hips buck into her mouth in an attempt to get her to touch you properly, but she pulls back before you can.

you whine at the loss of her, your hand clenching roughly in her hair instinctively. she grunts at the feeling, throbbing between her thighs. she lets you guide her back into your cunt, reaching her tongue out to explore from your hole to your clit.

your back arches almost painfully as she finally swirls her tongue around your clit. you faintly hear her moan through the pounding of your ears. "you taste s'good." she mumbles into you, her words slurring together from being drunk in you. her hands squeeze your thighs, groping them enthusiastically and groaning at the feeling of you.

she lays her tongue flat, dragging over your clit while savouring the taste of your wetness. her nose buries into your mound, inhaling your scent. you gasp as she tugs you closer, her eyes are shut in concentration as she laps at your folds, collecting every drop of your slick to worship.

she unwillingly lets go of your thighs, tracing her fingers along the inner skin, leading up to your cunt. she wraps her lips around your clit, sucking it lightly into her mouth before gently thrusting a finger into you.

you let out a helpless moan, your hand gripping her hair tighter, your other hand fisting the sheets. she takes her time, her finger curling up into a come hither motion, with her tongue lashing against you, "you even sound perfect..."

you adjust and lift your head up to finally get a glimpse of cassie between your thighs. she looks just as wrecked as you feel, her bangs sticking to her forehead with a heady mix of her sweat and your slick. her tank top is clinging to her torso with sweat, slightly translucent at her lower back. she's subconsciously humping the bed as she tastes you, moaning into you which draws more needy sounds from your lips. her face is shining with you, almost hypnotised, like her body is acting on its own will.

her tongue explores the entirety of you, with a thirst akin to a fish out of water. she lifts her head, as if sensing your gaze, her eyes meet yours. they're glazed over yet sharp, so locked onto your pleasure. "you're so fucking beautiful..." she whispers, yearning for you to feel it too.

it tugs at your chest, how adoring her words are. paired with the way she becomes more desperate with her movements after eye contact, makes your thighs quiver by her ears as you're pushed closer and closer to your high. your head is filled with a delicious mix of your and cassie's moans as she tastes you, and the symphony of obscene squelching from her spit and your wetness combining.

she feels you clench around her finger and inserts another, torturously increasing her pace. she presses them up against your g-spot eliciting louder moans from you. your hips buck into her, a wail spilling out as she latches onto your clit again, sucking hard. her voice is a desperate whisper, "please come for me, baby. need to taste you so fuckin' bad..."

your thighs trap her head against you as your back arches, coming with an even louder wail. you can feel her panting against you, now coated in you, but she never falters, guiding you through your orgasm. her spare hand tugs your thighs tighter around her head, moaning as they squeeze tighter in overstimulation. "that's it pretty girl... just for me... fuck." her movements slowly becoming more sloppy as she slurps down every drop of you.

you squeal incoherently, unable to form words as cassie continues licking into you hungrily. tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed by the many sensations she's providing you with. but, she can barely hear you over the thighs blocking her ears, and her own mumblings of praise.

that is until you haul her head away by her hair. she grunts as you do, frustrated that she was stopped after being so content on staying there as long as humanly possible. she slips her fingers out, cleaning them off routinely. she licks her lips as if to savour your taste now that she has been parted from you. when she opens her eyes to meet yours, her expression softens at the sight of you, flushed, hair messy and panting, with tears lining your eyes.

"oh baby..." she murmurs, crawling up towards you, instantly curling you up into her arms. "you okay?" she searches your face, wanting to make sure you're comfortable. when you give her a tired nod, she cuddles even closer to you, guiding your head to rest on her shoulder. instantly forgetting her lust for you.

she rests her forehead on your head, breathing roughly. you sit in a warm silence for a while. her hand gently caressing your side as you go slack into her arms. "i love you... so much." she whispers into your hair, her arms tightening to emphasise her words. "i will say it however many times you need to hear it."

you bite your lip in an attempt to not be emotional again, but you can't help it. not when she's this sweet on you. as you cry into her arms, she holds you firmly into her chest, always being the stability you need, the reassurance you need. as you start to settle, wiping your tears on her shirt, she speaks up again.

"why would i even look at another woman when i have you?" she pulls back to stare at you again, her voice awfully soft. she reaches down to grab your hand, her fingers gripping onto yours for dear life. "i love everything about you." you lift your gaze to look at her, tears already threatening to spill again. her voice shakes with emotion, especially while seeing your tears. "i love your smile and the way your eyes crinkle when you do. i love your laugh. i love how you hide your head in my shoulder when you're embarrassed. i love hearing my name come from your mouth..." her eyes flicker to your lips longingly.

"i love how grumpy you get when you're tired. how you get all pouty when you can't get what you want." she chuckles softly, her thumb tracing your knuckles as she meets your eyes again. "you're so fucking beautiful, that it's almost incomprehensible to me sometimes." she whispers wistfully. "you are my world, my everything."

she buries her head into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo that she loved. "you deserve to feel beautiful. to feel proud of who you are. how amazing you are. and i hate that you can't see it. that some people will never see you like i do." she squeezes your hand, pressing a kiss to your scalp. "i cannot wait to worship until my final breath."

it's gone silent, but it's a comforting silence. her touch so loving, it doesn't even need words to accompany it. she moves to press a desperate kiss to your knuckle. a tear escaping her closed eyes.

you sniffle slightly, wiping your stray tears with your spare hand. "i'm sorry... i feel so stupid for being like this and it's not that i don't trust you or anything i just—" she quickly cuts off your rambling, tilting your head up with her spare hand, capturing your lips in hers once again. you instantly melt into it, your hand resting on her chest. her spare hand tangles in your hair slightly before she pulls back to look at you, her thumb coming up to swipe at more of your tears.

"i know. but please don't say sorry. not for that." she whispers and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. you can still feel her breath puffing against your face as your eyes flicker to her mouth, your own craving starting to warm your body.