"Caffeine", Cassie/Effy, NC-17
I am amazed that I actually have time to write at the moment. My sister's girlfriend got really ill and had to go to hospital, and then my sister chose that moment to break up with her, and everything is all kind of chaotic. I guess I'm using writing to escape from it all, haha.
Title: Caffeine
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Cassie/Effy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: References to eating disorders, self-harm, etc. Drug use (speed).
Summary: Effy’s sent to a mental hospital for her pyromania. Cassie is her roommate.
A/N: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written femslash smut, so sorry if I’m a little rusty.
“We don’t have a ward for people like you,” the nurse says, her voice gruff and dismissive.
Effy fixes her with a steely glare and follows her down the stairs. She wants to say people like me?, wants to make the nurse uncomfortable, on edge, but her lips stay clamped shut.
“In here. The eating disorder ward’s the only place with a vacancy,” the nurse’s monotone informs her, and she is prodded forwards into a large, white bedroom. There are no people in it, but there are two beds, kept impeccably neat, and the walls are so clean and white that they make her eyes sting.
“I’m going to have to look through your bag,” the nurse adds, taking it off Effy’s back. “Is this all you brought?”
Effy just looks at her, then watches intently as the nurse sits down on one of the beds and painstakingly takes out every item, inspects it, and puts it back in. Every now and then she stops and puts something aside - a razor, a necklace, nail clippers. The nurse looks angry when she pulls out a lighter, and Effy decides she was probably kidding herself that they wouldn’t find that - it’s part of the reason she’s here, after all.
Eventually the nurse is finished. She stands up. “Well, I think we’re done here. I’ll just have to take these. You could hurt yourself with them, you see,” she says, almost disapprovingly, as though Effy brought those objects specifically for that reason. “You’ve got a roommate by the way. Lights out at ten, somebody will come and check up on you. Breakfast is at eight in the morning.”
She crosses the room, then turns back and gets down on her knees, fumbling with Effy’s shoelaces. “Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all, and when the laces are freed from the shoes she leaves without another word. Effy grins triumphantly. They may have taken one of the things that got her into this mess, but they didn’t find the other.
Just then there is the sound of a toilet flushing, then a tap running, from behind a shut door in the corner of the room. A girl exits, her head down, blonde curls covering her face. She looks up, and Effy wonders why she didn’t see it coming - she’d heard Tony talk about Cassie before, and he’d said the only things he’d ever seen her eat were sugar free gum and her own fingernails.
“Oh wow!” Cassie gasps. “Effy, wow! Why are you here?”
Effy licks her lips; says nothing.
“You’re the new one!” she says, grinning. “Oh wow. I didn’t know. Um, this is my bed-” she says, gesturing to the one on the left, “-so you can sleep there.”
Effy nods, and begins to unpack.
“So I, like, have a roommate now!” Cassie goes on. “That’s lovely. I’ve always wanted one. I asked if Katie could change rooms but they wouldn’t let her. Katie’s down the hall. Have you seen anyone else?”
Effy shakes her head. She takes out a couple of t-shirts, folds them, and places them in a drawer in the cupboard next to her bed.
“Dark hair. Kind of loud,” Cassie continues. “Some of them call her Water-Bottle Girl because that’s the way she cheats the scales. I mean - when she has to get weighed, for a check-up, she drinks loads of water so she gains all this water weight. You know?”
Effy, putting a notebook and pen on top of the bedside table, looks up to nod.
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re here. How’s Tony?” Cassie asks, pausing to give Effy a chance to answer, but going on unfazed. “I haven’t seen him since he got out of the hospital, you know. The day he got out, I had to come here, you know. I like your dress, by the way,”
Effy smiles at her in thanks, but she’s a little confused by the compliment. The dress she’s wearing is an old one of her Mum’s, and it is quite nice, but it’s also very worn, with a few rips and tears, and the hem is coming loose.
“It’s like, totally vintage,” Cassie adds, nodding. “I used to have a skirt kind of in the same fabric. Sid said it was really nice. I ripped it up when he dumped me.”
Effy is a little bit taken aback - not so much by Cassie’s words but by the way she says them, so unaffected, using exactly the same tone she has been using all along.
Cassie suddenly lifts up her leg and peers at a watch that is attached around her calf. “Oh wow, it’s nearly time for bed. You arrived quite late. Are you all unpacked?”
She walks round to the other side of her bed, nearer to Effy, and sits down, looking at her expectantly. Effy glances into her bag and sees that there are only a few things left.
When she looks up again she is suddenly struck by an unexpected urge to fuck Cassie. She’s not entirely sure where it’s come from. She’s tempted to blame it on the fact that it’s been a long time since she’s had sex at all - there were a few times with Spencer, and a few times with Julie, but none of them recent - and it’s starting to dawn on her that it’s not going to be easy to have a wank if she’s sharing a room.
But it’s something more than that. Something about Cassie in particular. Something about the way she tucks her hair behind her ears, the way the fabric of her shorts clings to her thighs, the way she actually seems interested in Effy even though she still hasn’t said a word to her.
“What?” asks Cassie, and Effy realises that she’s been staring. She shakes her head, but her imagination has already run away with her, and she is starting to think about how Cassie might sound while she’s getting fucked, how her eyelids might flutter shut and she might push Effy’s head down between her legs and say please.
“Are you, like, nearly done unpacking then?”
Effy tries to shake the images from her mind - Cassie, naked, laying on one of these immaculate beds, her golden hair splayed out across the pillow, her legs spread. She picks up her toothbrush and a box of Tampax to go and put them in the bathroom.
“Oh, they totally give you those here,” Cassie says helpfully, gesturing to the tampons. “And toothpaste, and shampoo, and-”
She stops abruptly, puzzled, when she sees Effy take a tampon out of the box. It’s not in a packet, which is the first thing that confuses her. She watches, amazed, as Effy turns it upside-down in her hand and shakes it before putting it back in the box. Effy holds out her hand to Cassie. A small clear plastic bag lies in the middle of her palm, filled with white powder.
“Oh wow!” Cassie gasps, amazed. “Oh wow, I never thought of that. I tried to bring some pills in my shoes once, but they found them. What is it? Coke? Speed?”
Effy nods, and Cassie has to say the names of both drugs again, separately, for Effy to nod at the correct one.
“I’ve only had that once before,” Cassie tells her. “Isn’t it supposed to give you, like, lots of energy? Oh wow, that’s brilliant, I can work off all those calories I had today! I ate so much today, I don’t know why, I’d been doing quite well - I mean, well, you know what I mean.”
Effy frowns, and Cassie asks her, “You’re not here for an eating disorder?”
Effy shakes her head, then before Cassie can keep questioning her - though, she does love that she’s so interested - she holds her hand out further for Cassie to take the bag.
“Oh, we don’t have anything to cut it with,” Cassie says, her face falling. Effy grins, and reaches into her bag to take out her purse. She pulls out her school ID, making Cassie giggle, and a book.
Effy shrugs and shakes her head, then takes the bag back from Cassie and begins to prepare the speed. They snort two lines each, through a rolled-up fiver.
“Oh wow,” sighs Cassie happily, rubbing at her nose. “Thanks, Effy.”
Effy smiles at her, then quickly clears everything away, shoving the half-empty bag back inside the tampon tube. She goes to the bathroom to put her things away. She stops in front of the mirror, looking uncertainly at her reflection.
“Oh wow, Effy, wow,” Cassie’s voice comes from the bedroom. “You’re so lovely, I’m glad you-”
Cassie is interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open, and a familiar gruff voice saying “Lights out. You ought to be in your sleeping clothes by now.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Cassie’s voice replies, and Effy can’t tell if she’s taking the piss or not.
“Where’s the new girl? Elizabeth Stonem?” the first voice asks, pronouncing ‘Stonem’ like ‘Ston-em’.
Effy leans against the cool surface of the mirror, feeling a smile creeping across her lips. She can already feel her heart beating a little faster from the speed, and her head is beginning to pound.
“Who? Oh, you mean Effy! She’s just in the bathroom,” Cassie says.
“How long has she been in there? Is she all right?” asks the nurse. Cassie informs her that Effy is just putting her things away. Effy can’t help it, she starts to laugh, even though she’s not entirely sure why. She clamps her hand over her mouth to stop the escaping giggles, tries to compose herself, and steps out of the bathroom.
“Oh, good,” the nurse says, not sounding particularly relieved at all. “Lights out, girls,” she adds, and leaves.
The second the door is closed, Effy starts to laugh again. Cassie joins her, flopping back on the bed and pressing her mouth to her pillow to stifle the sound. “Sleeping clothes!” she gasps. “Oh wow. That makes me laugh every time!”
Effy grins, throwing herself down onto the bed next to Cassie. Her pulse is racing now, the speed kicking in. The white of the walls seems even brighter, and Cassie’s colourful, mismatched clothes are vivid against the paleness of the rest of the room. She knows she is staring again, but she doesn’t care.
“Ston-em!” Cassie shrieks, dissolving into fits of laughter again.
Effy has stopped laughing but Cassie doesn’t notice. She rolls onto her back, kicking her legs against the mattress. “This is - wow. I feel so awake!” she cries. “And I’m not hungry at all!”
Effy turns onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow, and smiles. She feels like her blood is rushing faster. Every feature of Cassie’s face is standing out - her eyes are wide and bright and her pupils huge, her cheeks flushed, her lips pink and slightly chapped.
“I feel like I could run a marathon,” Cassie goes on, “I feel like I could run forever, and, like-”
Effy’s lips pressing against her own interrupt her. Effy isn’t sure what she’s doing, she just knows that she wants to kiss Cassie so she is kissing Cassie, and it seems to be working out all right because she hasn’t been pushed away just yet. She opens her lips a little further, and Cassie’s follow. She is surprised when Cassie’s tongue slips into her mouth, but then the feeling is replaced with smugness - Cassie wants to kiss her.
She feels even more proud when Cassie rolls her over, crawling on top of her, and kisses her harder. Cassie wants to kiss Effy, and Effy hasn’t even said a single word to her.
“Oh wow,” Cassie breathes, breaking the kiss for a split second before leaning back down to continue it. Her blonde curls tickle Effy’s cheeks and neck.
Effy squirms underneath her, trying to stop herself smiling, but Cassie is smiling too, against her mouth, and then laughing. “Oh wow, Effy,” she whispers, then sighs. “Oh, you’re so lovely.”
She gets no response, but Effy moves her hands down to Cassie’s hips and grasps the hem of her vest-top. She pulls it upwards, and Cassie struggles to get it over her head. They toss it onto the floor and Cassie whispers, “Lights out.”
Effy isn’t sure why she says this; there are so many possible reasons. At first she thinks it’s a safety precaution, in case the nurse comes back, but then she wonders if maybe it’s more than that. Does Cassie not want her to see her body? She can’t work it out either way, because Cassie is shedding her clothes very quickly, and she gasps when she feels Cassie’s bare skin against her hands. She fumbles for the switch on the lamp.
Cassie’s breasts are warm and firm in her hands, and as she runs her thumbs over her nipples they harden under her touch. Cassie makes a little sighing noise in her ear. Effy brings her hands further down, and as she reaches her stomach, Cassie’s hands close over her own and stop them.
She straightens up, shuffling down the bed, and starts to slide Effy’s dress up.
“Oh wow,” she says quietly. At first Effy thinks maybe she’s referring to the scars on her thighs, but when she runs her fingertips over the same place on Cassie’s body, she feels the familiar thin ridges there too.
“You’re wearing boxers,” Cassie says as she starts to pull them off. Effy sees her peer at the waistband. “Tony’s boxers,” she adds, frowning.
Effy freezes; bites her lip. Cassie just giggles and says, “Tony has his name sewn into his boxers? Aww. Does your Mum do that?”
Effy grins and nods, and Cassie leans in for another kiss. She feels a hand snake between her legs and she opens them, surprised at how much Cassie clearly wants this. Cassie’s finger, then the heel of her hand, brushes Effy’s clit, and Effy quickly pushes her own hand between Cassie’s legs.
“Have you done this before?” Cassie breathes. Effy splutters a little laugh, and Cassie laughs back at her. “Oh, okay. I haven’t.”
Effy is vaguely surprised, but she doesn’t really care either way. Fucking a girl’s not rocket science, and Cassie’s doing pretty well already, sucking her fingers (as if Effy’s not wet enough already) before returning them to her cunt, sliding them over her folds and finding her clit again. Effy can feel the soft hair between Cassie’s legs against her palm as she pushes her finger inside her, and Cassie makes a half-sound that she tries to keep in.
It feels strange having a girl completely naked on top of her, when she’s still clothed. Her dress is pushed up and Cassie’s other hand suddenly slips beneath it. She arches her back and Cassie unclips her bra one-handed, then pushes it out of the way and cups one of Effy’s breasts in her hand. Effy draws in a sharp breath when Cassie pinches her nipple, and then another when she feels a finger slide inside her.
She responds by adding a second finger to her first, and fucking Cassie with them, listening to the gutteral moans escaping Cassie’s lips. The heel of Cassie’s hand rubs against her hard clit, and she aches, arching her back again, bucking her hips.
“Oh wow,” Cassie murmurs, then moans and adds, “Oh fuck, Effy.”
Effy grins at the sound of her own name. She shuts her eyes, then captures Cassie’s lips in a kiss, feeling the other girl writhing on top of her, clenching around her fingers. She feels like she’s speeding her brains out, though she’s taken much more before. Colours are dancing inside her eyelids, her entire body is buzzing, Cassie’s finger thrusting inside her feels so good. She keeps lifting her hips to meet Cassie’s thrusts, and eventually Cassie gets the hint and another finger slides inside her cunt. She groans, wrapping her arm around Cassie’s smooth, pale back, dragging her hand down to the soft curve of her arse.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Cassie hisses, and Effy knows she’s close - she rubs harder at Cassie’s clit, fucks her faster with her fingers - and she opens her eyes to see Cassie’s; wide, dazed. Her cheeks are pink, her skin sweaty and her lips are slightly parted. Effy cranes her neck up to kiss her again just as Cassie comes, tight around her fingers, grinding down against her hand. The hand between her own legs stills for a moment but she’s so far gone she’s already lifting her hips to meet it, fucking herself on Cassie’s fingers.
Cassie, breathless and a little shaky, goes on, and it only takes another few seconds for Effy to come with a silent cry, her body trembling, every muscle wide awake and tensing.
“Oh wow,” Cassie pants. “Oh wow, that was lovely.”
She rolls off Effy, and, lying next to her, nuzzles into her shoulder. Effy brings her hand up to her mouth and sucks her fingers, tasting Cassie’s bittersweet tang. Cassie looks at her in surprise, then smiles, shaking her head. She crawls under the covers, and Effy sits up to pull off her dress before doing the same.
“I’m not tired,” Cassie whispers anxiously. Effy smirks. “I feel like I drank twelve cups of coffee.”
Effy lies back. She knows how Cassie feels, but she’s so used to it that it doesn’t bother her. She can’t remember the last time she even slept for more than five hours at a time.
“Except it’s more than just caffeine,” Cassie continues. “I haven’t had this much energy, like, ever. Except maybe when I was little. You know when you were little and you could just run around the playground for hours and never get tired? It’s like that.”
Effy wants to ask, would you like to run around the playground again?, but she feels like she knows the answer already. She smiles to herself and brings her hand back down between Cassie’s thighs.
Title: Caffeine
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Cassie/Effy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: References to eating disorders, self-harm, etc. Drug use (speed).
Summary: Effy’s sent to a mental hospital for her pyromania. Cassie is her roommate.
A/N: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written femslash smut, so sorry if I’m a little rusty.
“We don’t have a ward for people like you,” the nurse says, her voice gruff and dismissive.
Effy fixes her with a steely glare and follows her down the stairs. She wants to say people like me?, wants to make the nurse uncomfortable, on edge, but her lips stay clamped shut.
“In here. The eating disorder ward’s the only place with a vacancy,” the nurse’s monotone informs her, and she is prodded forwards into a large, white bedroom. There are no people in it, but there are two beds, kept impeccably neat, and the walls are so clean and white that they make her eyes sting.
“I’m going to have to look through your bag,” the nurse adds, taking it off Effy’s back. “Is this all you brought?”
Effy just looks at her, then watches intently as the nurse sits down on one of the beds and painstakingly takes out every item, inspects it, and puts it back in. Every now and then she stops and puts something aside - a razor, a necklace, nail clippers. The nurse looks angry when she pulls out a lighter, and Effy decides she was probably kidding herself that they wouldn’t find that - it’s part of the reason she’s here, after all.
Eventually the nurse is finished. She stands up. “Well, I think we’re done here. I’ll just have to take these. You could hurt yourself with them, you see,” she says, almost disapprovingly, as though Effy brought those objects specifically for that reason. “You’ve got a roommate by the way. Lights out at ten, somebody will come and check up on you. Breakfast is at eight in the morning.”
She crosses the room, then turns back and gets down on her knees, fumbling with Effy’s shoelaces. “Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all, and when the laces are freed from the shoes she leaves without another word. Effy grins triumphantly. They may have taken one of the things that got her into this mess, but they didn’t find the other.
Just then there is the sound of a toilet flushing, then a tap running, from behind a shut door in the corner of the room. A girl exits, her head down, blonde curls covering her face. She looks up, and Effy wonders why she didn’t see it coming - she’d heard Tony talk about Cassie before, and he’d said the only things he’d ever seen her eat were sugar free gum and her own fingernails.
“Oh wow!” Cassie gasps. “Effy, wow! Why are you here?”
Effy licks her lips; says nothing.
“You’re the new one!” she says, grinning. “Oh wow. I didn’t know. Um, this is my bed-” she says, gesturing to the one on the left, “-so you can sleep there.”
Effy nods, and begins to unpack.
“So I, like, have a roommate now!” Cassie goes on. “That’s lovely. I’ve always wanted one. I asked if Katie could change rooms but they wouldn’t let her. Katie’s down the hall. Have you seen anyone else?”
Effy shakes her head. She takes out a couple of t-shirts, folds them, and places them in a drawer in the cupboard next to her bed.
“Dark hair. Kind of loud,” Cassie continues. “Some of them call her Water-Bottle Girl because that’s the way she cheats the scales. I mean - when she has to get weighed, for a check-up, she drinks loads of water so she gains all this water weight. You know?”
Effy, putting a notebook and pen on top of the bedside table, looks up to nod.
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re here. How’s Tony?” Cassie asks, pausing to give Effy a chance to answer, but going on unfazed. “I haven’t seen him since he got out of the hospital, you know. The day he got out, I had to come here, you know. I like your dress, by the way,”
Effy smiles at her in thanks, but she’s a little confused by the compliment. The dress she’s wearing is an old one of her Mum’s, and it is quite nice, but it’s also very worn, with a few rips and tears, and the hem is coming loose.
“It’s like, totally vintage,” Cassie adds, nodding. “I used to have a skirt kind of in the same fabric. Sid said it was really nice. I ripped it up when he dumped me.”
Effy is a little bit taken aback - not so much by Cassie’s words but by the way she says them, so unaffected, using exactly the same tone she has been using all along.
Cassie suddenly lifts up her leg and peers at a watch that is attached around her calf. “Oh wow, it’s nearly time for bed. You arrived quite late. Are you all unpacked?”
She walks round to the other side of her bed, nearer to Effy, and sits down, looking at her expectantly. Effy glances into her bag and sees that there are only a few things left.
When she looks up again she is suddenly struck by an unexpected urge to fuck Cassie. She’s not entirely sure where it’s come from. She’s tempted to blame it on the fact that it’s been a long time since she’s had sex at all - there were a few times with Spencer, and a few times with Julie, but none of them recent - and it’s starting to dawn on her that it’s not going to be easy to have a wank if she’s sharing a room.
But it’s something more than that. Something about Cassie in particular. Something about the way she tucks her hair behind her ears, the way the fabric of her shorts clings to her thighs, the way she actually seems interested in Effy even though she still hasn’t said a word to her.
“What?” asks Cassie, and Effy realises that she’s been staring. She shakes her head, but her imagination has already run away with her, and she is starting to think about how Cassie might sound while she’s getting fucked, how her eyelids might flutter shut and she might push Effy’s head down between her legs and say please.
“Are you, like, nearly done unpacking then?”
Effy tries to shake the images from her mind - Cassie, naked, laying on one of these immaculate beds, her golden hair splayed out across the pillow, her legs spread. She picks up her toothbrush and a box of Tampax to go and put them in the bathroom.
“Oh, they totally give you those here,” Cassie says helpfully, gesturing to the tampons. “And toothpaste, and shampoo, and-”
She stops abruptly, puzzled, when she sees Effy take a tampon out of the box. It’s not in a packet, which is the first thing that confuses her. She watches, amazed, as Effy turns it upside-down in her hand and shakes it before putting it back in the box. Effy holds out her hand to Cassie. A small clear plastic bag lies in the middle of her palm, filled with white powder.
“Oh wow!” Cassie gasps, amazed. “Oh wow, I never thought of that. I tried to bring some pills in my shoes once, but they found them. What is it? Coke? Speed?”
Effy nods, and Cassie has to say the names of both drugs again, separately, for Effy to nod at the correct one.
“I’ve only had that once before,” Cassie tells her. “Isn’t it supposed to give you, like, lots of energy? Oh wow, that’s brilliant, I can work off all those calories I had today! I ate so much today, I don’t know why, I’d been doing quite well - I mean, well, you know what I mean.”
Effy frowns, and Cassie asks her, “You’re not here for an eating disorder?”
Effy shakes her head, then before Cassie can keep questioning her - though, she does love that she’s so interested - she holds her hand out further for Cassie to take the bag.
“Oh, we don’t have anything to cut it with,” Cassie says, her face falling. Effy grins, and reaches into her bag to take out her purse. She pulls out her school ID, making Cassie giggle, and a book.
Effy shrugs and shakes her head, then takes the bag back from Cassie and begins to prepare the speed. They snort two lines each, through a rolled-up fiver.
“Oh wow,” sighs Cassie happily, rubbing at her nose. “Thanks, Effy.”
Effy smiles at her, then quickly clears everything away, shoving the half-empty bag back inside the tampon tube. She goes to the bathroom to put her things away. She stops in front of the mirror, looking uncertainly at her reflection.
“Oh wow, Effy, wow,” Cassie’s voice comes from the bedroom. “You’re so lovely, I’m glad you-”
Cassie is interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open, and a familiar gruff voice saying “Lights out. You ought to be in your sleeping clothes by now.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Cassie’s voice replies, and Effy can’t tell if she’s taking the piss or not.
“Where’s the new girl? Elizabeth Stonem?” the first voice asks, pronouncing ‘Stonem’ like ‘Ston-em’.
Effy leans against the cool surface of the mirror, feeling a smile creeping across her lips. She can already feel her heart beating a little faster from the speed, and her head is beginning to pound.
“Who? Oh, you mean Effy! She’s just in the bathroom,” Cassie says.
“How long has she been in there? Is she all right?” asks the nurse. Cassie informs her that Effy is just putting her things away. Effy can’t help it, she starts to laugh, even though she’s not entirely sure why. She clamps her hand over her mouth to stop the escaping giggles, tries to compose herself, and steps out of the bathroom.
“Oh, good,” the nurse says, not sounding particularly relieved at all. “Lights out, girls,” she adds, and leaves.
The second the door is closed, Effy starts to laugh again. Cassie joins her, flopping back on the bed and pressing her mouth to her pillow to stifle the sound. “Sleeping clothes!” she gasps. “Oh wow. That makes me laugh every time!”
Effy grins, throwing herself down onto the bed next to Cassie. Her pulse is racing now, the speed kicking in. The white of the walls seems even brighter, and Cassie’s colourful, mismatched clothes are vivid against the paleness of the rest of the room. She knows she is staring again, but she doesn’t care.
“Ston-em!” Cassie shrieks, dissolving into fits of laughter again.
Effy has stopped laughing but Cassie doesn’t notice. She rolls onto her back, kicking her legs against the mattress. “This is - wow. I feel so awake!” she cries. “And I’m not hungry at all!”
Effy turns onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow, and smiles. She feels like her blood is rushing faster. Every feature of Cassie’s face is standing out - her eyes are wide and bright and her pupils huge, her cheeks flushed, her lips pink and slightly chapped.
“I feel like I could run a marathon,” Cassie goes on, “I feel like I could run forever, and, like-”
Effy’s lips pressing against her own interrupt her. Effy isn’t sure what she’s doing, she just knows that she wants to kiss Cassie so she is kissing Cassie, and it seems to be working out all right because she hasn’t been pushed away just yet. She opens her lips a little further, and Cassie’s follow. She is surprised when Cassie’s tongue slips into her mouth, but then the feeling is replaced with smugness - Cassie wants to kiss her.
She feels even more proud when Cassie rolls her over, crawling on top of her, and kisses her harder. Cassie wants to kiss Effy, and Effy hasn’t even said a single word to her.
“Oh wow,” Cassie breathes, breaking the kiss for a split second before leaning back down to continue it. Her blonde curls tickle Effy’s cheeks and neck.
Effy squirms underneath her, trying to stop herself smiling, but Cassie is smiling too, against her mouth, and then laughing. “Oh wow, Effy,” she whispers, then sighs. “Oh, you’re so lovely.”
She gets no response, but Effy moves her hands down to Cassie’s hips and grasps the hem of her vest-top. She pulls it upwards, and Cassie struggles to get it over her head. They toss it onto the floor and Cassie whispers, “Lights out.”
Effy isn’t sure why she says this; there are so many possible reasons. At first she thinks it’s a safety precaution, in case the nurse comes back, but then she wonders if maybe it’s more than that. Does Cassie not want her to see her body? She can’t work it out either way, because Cassie is shedding her clothes very quickly, and she gasps when she feels Cassie’s bare skin against her hands. She fumbles for the switch on the lamp.
Cassie’s breasts are warm and firm in her hands, and as she runs her thumbs over her nipples they harden under her touch. Cassie makes a little sighing noise in her ear. Effy brings her hands further down, and as she reaches her stomach, Cassie’s hands close over her own and stop them.
She straightens up, shuffling down the bed, and starts to slide Effy’s dress up.
“Oh wow,” she says quietly. At first Effy thinks maybe she’s referring to the scars on her thighs, but when she runs her fingertips over the same place on Cassie’s body, she feels the familiar thin ridges there too.
“You’re wearing boxers,” Cassie says as she starts to pull them off. Effy sees her peer at the waistband. “Tony’s boxers,” she adds, frowning.
Effy freezes; bites her lip. Cassie just giggles and says, “Tony has his name sewn into his boxers? Aww. Does your Mum do that?”
Effy grins and nods, and Cassie leans in for another kiss. She feels a hand snake between her legs and she opens them, surprised at how much Cassie clearly wants this. Cassie’s finger, then the heel of her hand, brushes Effy’s clit, and Effy quickly pushes her own hand between Cassie’s legs.
“Have you done this before?” Cassie breathes. Effy splutters a little laugh, and Cassie laughs back at her. “Oh, okay. I haven’t.”
Effy is vaguely surprised, but she doesn’t really care either way. Fucking a girl’s not rocket science, and Cassie’s doing pretty well already, sucking her fingers (as if Effy’s not wet enough already) before returning them to her cunt, sliding them over her folds and finding her clit again. Effy can feel the soft hair between Cassie’s legs against her palm as she pushes her finger inside her, and Cassie makes a half-sound that she tries to keep in.
It feels strange having a girl completely naked on top of her, when she’s still clothed. Her dress is pushed up and Cassie’s other hand suddenly slips beneath it. She arches her back and Cassie unclips her bra one-handed, then pushes it out of the way and cups one of Effy’s breasts in her hand. Effy draws in a sharp breath when Cassie pinches her nipple, and then another when she feels a finger slide inside her.
She responds by adding a second finger to her first, and fucking Cassie with them, listening to the gutteral moans escaping Cassie’s lips. The heel of Cassie’s hand rubs against her hard clit, and she aches, arching her back again, bucking her hips.
“Oh wow,” Cassie murmurs, then moans and adds, “Oh fuck, Effy.”
Effy grins at the sound of her own name. She shuts her eyes, then captures Cassie’s lips in a kiss, feeling the other girl writhing on top of her, clenching around her fingers. She feels like she’s speeding her brains out, though she’s taken much more before. Colours are dancing inside her eyelids, her entire body is buzzing, Cassie’s finger thrusting inside her feels so good. She keeps lifting her hips to meet Cassie’s thrusts, and eventually Cassie gets the hint and another finger slides inside her cunt. She groans, wrapping her arm around Cassie’s smooth, pale back, dragging her hand down to the soft curve of her arse.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Cassie hisses, and Effy knows she’s close - she rubs harder at Cassie’s clit, fucks her faster with her fingers - and she opens her eyes to see Cassie’s; wide, dazed. Her cheeks are pink, her skin sweaty and her lips are slightly parted. Effy cranes her neck up to kiss her again just as Cassie comes, tight around her fingers, grinding down against her hand. The hand between her own legs stills for a moment but she’s so far gone she’s already lifting her hips to meet it, fucking herself on Cassie’s fingers.
Cassie, breathless and a little shaky, goes on, and it only takes another few seconds for Effy to come with a silent cry, her body trembling, every muscle wide awake and tensing.
“Oh wow,” Cassie pants. “Oh wow, that was lovely.”
She rolls off Effy, and, lying next to her, nuzzles into her shoulder. Effy brings her hand up to her mouth and sucks her fingers, tasting Cassie’s bittersweet tang. Cassie looks at her in surprise, then smiles, shaking her head. She crawls under the covers, and Effy sits up to pull off her dress before doing the same.
“I’m not tired,” Cassie whispers anxiously. Effy smirks. “I feel like I drank twelve cups of coffee.”
Effy lies back. She knows how Cassie feels, but she’s so used to it that it doesn’t bother her. She can’t remember the last time she even slept for more than five hours at a time.
“Except it’s more than just caffeine,” Cassie continues. “I haven’t had this much energy, like, ever. Except maybe when I was little. You know when you were little and you could just run around the playground for hours and never get tired? It’s like that.”
Effy wants to ask, would you like to run around the playground again?, but she feels like she knows the answer already. She smiles to herself and brings her hand back down between Cassie’s thighs.