THIS IS EVERYTHING SHE’S EVER WANTED. anxiety has been twisting her stomach into the most complex knots ever since she had used coby’s name on the blank card she got. she had seen this going into two different directions ------------ one, her brilliant attempt at seduction would be a success, full stop ; or, two, said attempt could be rejected ( and she’s imagined several sub - branches concerning how the rejection could possibly be carried out ) and casey can smoothly deflect under the guise that she was just fucking around. the latter is not particularly preferable, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’s pulled it off.
but coby gets right down to the heart of it, and casey hadn’t really accounted for that, and it shows ------ because she doesn’t answer. the non - answer, though, and the look on her face, is telling enough ; for coby is one of the most beautiful people she’s ever met ! inside and outside. and she’s terrified of the prospect of ruining a friendship but at the same time she’s crushed hard on zir since the day they met.
the fact of the matter is that casey’s never felt so comfortable and like herself around anyone the way she’s felt around coby. coby’s just got a sheer brilliance and brightness that makes casey’s heart sing.
and so all of this matters to her. coby kisses her and casey thinks she might just pass out, but neither of them are stopping and casey wants more than anything to keep going, going until she’s got zir back against the wall and she’s going crazy over how soft and warm zir lips are and then there’s tongue and their bodies are pressed up against each other and casey makes what she considers to be the most obscene noise ------ then a gasp, and the reality of it is setting in and casey’s stopped breathing.
“ ho - ly shit, ” she manages out, and she’s breathless in a way that she feels like her lungs are closing up on her, and she’s trying not to panic but she’s realized it far too late. “ this is happening ! oh my god, this is happening ------ ” red - faced, and she sets her hands on coby’s shoulders to steady herself.
“ i - i’msosorry, i’m sorry, i ------ o - oh my god, okay, i just need a hot second, heah. ” she swallows hard, fists furl a bit tighter atop zir shoulders as she struggles to breathe, and even while logic is telling her that if she stops talking, she’ll breathe easier, she feels compelled to keep going. “ i - i really want this ------ i promise ! christ on a fucking crackuh, i want this, i just ------ wow, you’re so fucking gorgeous, and i’m a friggin’ meatball, and i just ------ i need another minute. i’ll be good in a minute. i hope to god i’m not turning you off right now. ” @labyrithn / from here !
