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Cassandra hadn’t considered the ramifications of sending a maid down to the kitchen to fetch strawberries and whipped cream for her at midnight. To be fair, Cassandra rarely thought about the ramifications of anything. She didn’t have to, so why would she? The only person in this castle who would dare punish her were her mother and maybe Bela, if Cassandra felt badly enough to endure a scolding from her older sister. There was no harm in asking maids for simple things like food. It wasn’t until the next day that she would realize it was occasionally beneficial to be discrete. But the night of, neither her nor Petra had considered such things.
That evening, Petra submerged herself in the massive clawfoot tub in Cassandra’s bathroom. It had been a long day of preparation--tomorrow, Alcina would finally propose to [Y/N], or vice versa. Both were well equipped to pop the question--Cassandra and her sisters had made sure of that. And this evening had been spent decorating the opera hall for a celebration while [Y/N] and Alcina spent an evening star gazing on the roof. Now that everything was in place, Cassandra and Petra could finally relax.
And it had been a while since they’d been able to spend time together. They’d begun sleeping over more recently, trying to keep it relatively secret from the rest of the castle. Though Cassandra’s sisters were eager to share all details of their personal lives, Cassandra and Petra both preferred a bit of privacy. Kept the pressure off, let them move at their own pace. And it had been worth the wait to finally fall asleep with Petra in her bed. To wake up with the woman’s scarred cheek resting on her chest. To kiss her awake, slink down her body and feast between her legs until Petra’s thighs threatened to crush Cassandra’s head.
The thought warmed Cassandra’s neck, drawing a fingernail to her mouth in anticipation of the evening. Steam filled the room as the maid soaked in a lightly scented bath, the scars on her body slipping beneath the water’s surface. Cassandra leaned against the door jamb, staring shamelessly as her girlfriend’s eyes fluttered closed in the comforting heat. Petra was strong and gorgeous--the muscles in her arms and neck flexing as she adjusted herself in the bath, tanned skin glistening with water.
“Just gonna stare all night?” Petra asked, eyes still closed and a smirk tugging at her lips.
Cassandra grinned at that and bit at her bottom lip. “Was thinkin’ about it.”
“I’d rather you join me,” the maid said, opening her eyes and blushing at the desire she saw burning in Cassandra’s eyes.
The brunette chuckled at that and glanced over her shoulder at her bedroom door. “I will. Just as soon as a maid gets here with your food.”
“Mm, don’t wanna answer the door naked?”
“I only do that for you,” Cassandra quipped, enjoying Petra’s blush spread across her chest.
A knock came at the door then, and Cassandra pushed herself up from leaning and opened it. Therese, one of Petra’s good friends, stood outside holding a silver platter. Upon it sat a heaping bowl of strawberries, and in another bowl sat a fluffy mountain of freshly whipped cream.
Therese smirked at Cassandra, perhaps a bit too much. “Fun night planned?”
“Just hungry.” Cassandra scowled and grabbed the bowls. Teasing from her sisters was fine. But from a maid? It was harder for her to adjust to her mother’s leniency with the staff.
“Give Petra my best,” Therese said with a wink and a laugh before taking her leave.
The brunette bit back a growl. Therese was Petra’s friend. She had to make an effort.
“Thank you,” Cassandra called after her through gritted teeth.
Therese glanced back over her shoulder, a brow raised. And as she rounded the corner at the end of the hall, she tossed up two thumbs up. Cassandra rolled her eyes and kicked her door shut, ferrying the bowls into the steamy bathroom.
“Therese says hello,” Cassandra murmured, placing the bowls on a low table beside the bath.
“Oh god,” Petra snorted. “Won’t hear the end of that, I’m sure.”
“She just needs to find someone for herself. Then she’ll stop teasing you,” the brunette said, swiping a bit of whipped cream and sucking it off her finger. Sweet, perhaps a bit too much for her taste.
“Maybe so,” Petra mused, eyes catching on her girlfriend’s finger before raising a brow at her long black dress. “You gonna take that off?”
Sometimes Petra really caught Cassandra off guard. Her boldness, her sharpness, her humor. Cassandra couldn’t help but get a little flustered. It was only recently that Petra had gotten comfortable with being fully nude together in a more casual way. They’d been in many other states of undress, of course, but there was something much more intimate and vulnerable about hanging out naked together. Cassandra understood the feeling, though her desire for Petra had soon outweighed her desire to take things slow. But she would--and she had--for Petra. She was worth it.
And if she was going to tease Cassandra, the brunette didn’t mind teasing right back.
“Oh, this thing?” Cassandra said with a quirk of her brow, touching the hem of her dress and slowly dragging it up her thigh.
Petra had seemed just about to say something, but the words died on her lips as Cassandra ever so slowly bunched her dress up her thighs. Revealing plush thighs wrapped in fishnet tights and black silk underwear barely covering a trimmed patch of pubic hair. Cassandra held her dress up with one hand, dragging her nails up her thighs and to her hips.
“Well?” Cassandra teased, dipping her fingers inside her underwear.
“Yup,” Petra said, nodding dumbly. The water sloshed as she moved to perch her chin on the edge of the tub to watch.
Petra’s eyes were caught on Cassandra’s fingers as she tugged her underwear off her hips and let the garment fall to the bathroom floor. And then the brunette was walking towards the bath, and she was back to torturously removing her dress: dragging it up her thighs, revealing the swell of her hips, the muscles of her stomach, her pert breasts and dusky nipples--and then the dress was gone. Cassandra stood before the bath, bare and grinning cheekily down at Petra.
“Hey there,” Cassandra purred, hands on the rim of the tub as she leaned down within a hair’s breadth of Petra’s lips.
“Hey,” Petra murmured, eyes drooping as she closed the distance and kissed the brunette.
For all that Cassandra’s confidence had led her to strip before Petra and saunter up to the tub, she was left weak kissing Petra. It had been true from their first kiss. Cassandra felt all her posturing and defensiveness melt away as Petra’s lips sealed hers. Slow, luxurious kisses made Cassandra’s elbows buckle trying to hold herself up, and as Petra’s tongue brushed over her lips, the vampire grinned and allowed the intrusion. Petra’s wet hand slid up from the water to Cassandra’s neck, into her hair and drew her in deeper to the embrace.
“Okay, okay,” Cassandra eventually breathed, pulling back slightly to rest her forehead on Petra’s. The maid’s slate eyes burned into Cassandra’s, a wanting fire burning beneath the surface. Cassandra laughed, unable to stop her grin, and then pulled back to climb into the tub. “Let me in.”
Petra scooted forward in the bath, giving Cassandra a spot to settle in behind her. Cassandra stroked the scar on Petra’s cheek adoringly as she curled around her, letting her hands drop to the woman’s shoulders, her waist, wrap around her torso and pull her back into the vampire’s lap. It made the maid giggle, which always made something in Cassandra’s chest burn. At first she’d been confused by the feeling, if not a bit concerned. But her mother had reassured her it was only love, not some life-threatening condition.
“Comfy?” Cassandra asked, nosing into Petra’s neck. Her short hair tickled at Cassandra’s nose, but that didn’t stop her from planting kisses on the maid’s neck, up towards her ear.
The scarred woman gasped at the touch, settling fully back into Cassandra’s chest. “Very,” Petra murmured.
“Good. Hungry?” Cassandra reached a hand out of the tub towards the strawberries and brought it up to Petra’s lips.
Petra turned slightly so the vampire could see her lips close around the fruit. The juice burst from the berry and dribbled down her chin. And though Cassandra didn’t find human food all that appealing, she couldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist taking Petra’s chin in hand and holding her in place as she kissed the juice from her face. Licking the red streaks from her chin until she was licking into the woman’s mouth. She tasted like the tart, sweet fruit, making Cassandra hunger for more.
They kissed for a while like that--indulgent and hungry and sensual. Their hands wandered a bit. From holding faces and hair to smoothing over each other’s chests, nipples hardening and cheeks flushing.
“How do you taste better than blood?” Cassandra breathed between kisses, hands dipping to Petra’s thighs.
Petra laughed into the kiss and pushed lightly at the vampire’s shoulders as she turned around in the tub to face her girlfriend. “Gross, Cass.”
“But it’s true,” Cassandra whined as Petra pulled back and dunked a strawberry into the cream. The brunette watched, entranced, as the maid ate the treat and a bit of cream smudged onto the side of her mouth. Cassandra seized the momenta and leaned in to lick it off. “Let me get that.”
A laugh bubbled from Petra’s chest at the move, but it morphed slowly into a groan as Cassandra swiped a bit more cream, spread it over Petra’s neck, and began to slowly lick it off. Sugar wasn’t usually Cassandra’s favorite thing, but on Petra...well, she would eat just about anything. And like this, she could taste the pounding of her heart beneath her skin as she licked.
“Can I bite?” Cassandra whispered into Petra’s neck as she once again licked over her pulse point.
Petra merely nodded, eyes clenched shut in pleasure and hand wrapped around Cassandra’s head, holding her close. Licking the skin clean, Cassandra sank her fangs in as gently as she could. They’d done this a few times before, mostly in controlled situations. Not sexual ones, like this. When the taste of Petra’s blood mixed with the fire burning between Cassandra’s legs and made her thoughts hazy and slow.
It didn’t help that Petra’s hand had dropped to stroke at Cassandra’s inner thighs, dipping between them to brush over her clit. With the last bit of awareness she had, Cassandra mimicked Petra’s movements, sinking her fingers into the maid’s wetness and teasing up and down her lips.
“ Fuck ,” Cassandra breathed when she drew her mouth away from the bite. She was full and invigorated from the feeding, heat coiling below her navel as Petra teased. “Just like that.”
Petra bit her lip as she slipped a finger inside Cassandra, nearly drawing blood into her own mouth as the vampire mirrored the movement. Hands tucked between each other’s thighs, Petra grasped at Cassandra’ neck for some sense of stability. And Cassandra returned the favor, tugging Petra’s head back by her hair and drawing a sharp, needy gasp from the woman. Gently thrusting into Petra, Cassadra couldn’t take her eyes off the maid. She looked so beautiful like this—blush painting her chest and cheeks, moans dropping from her lips.
Petra’s head drooped into Cassandra’s, lips sliding together as pleasure overtook sense. Cassandra herself felt her grip on Petra and her grip on her own senses slacken.
Legs wrapped around each other to make more room for thrusting fingers and heaving chests. Cassandra’s cheeks and chest glowed with a near-permanent flush as Petra slid another finger inside her, enthusiastically curling into a deep and sensitive spot. No one had ever made her feel like this. Had taken the time to know her body so well. The two of them had only started having sex a few months prior, but ever since, they’d taken any opportunity to explore each other. And nothing had ever made Cassandra feel so safe or cared for as Petra’s hands on her body.
“Don’t stop,” Petra begged, her mouth falling to Cassandra’s neck to bite at it in kind. She couldn’t break skin, but the faint pangs of pain only added to Cassandra’s building climax.
Ecstasy washed over the both of them, one quickly following the other as they coaxed each other towards orgasm. Cassandra felt her hips buck and her neck tense as the pleasure radiated through her body and nearly paused her own finger’s work inside Petra. But even through the haze of her own release, she kept up her pace until Petra tightened around her. Clutching tightly to Cassandra, nails digging into her back and teeth scraping at her neck, Petra shuddered in the vampire’s arms as she came.
Chests heaving and flushed, the two fell into an embrace. The bite at Petra’s neck was closed, though streaks of blood traced down her collarbone and between her breasts. Cassandra licked at the liquid until her partner was clean and nuzzling affectionately into her. Water sloshed around them as Petra settled her back into Cassandra’s front.
“Well,” Petra hummed, eyes closing as she cuddled into the vampire. “Welcome to the bath.”
Cassandra snorted, kissing the side of Petra’s head. “And thank you, farmhand. Still hungry?”
Petra’s eyes opened, staring up at the vampire. “Mmm, maybe not for strawberries.”
“You’re insatiable,” the brunette grinned, leaning over to kiss her upside down.
“Oh, and you’re sated?” Petra teased.
Shrugging at the idea, Cassandra licked her lips. “Well, I have had sex and eaten all at once.”
“I’m sure you left room for dessert,” Petra insisted, leaning up to kiss the underside of Cassandra’s chin. “I know I did.”