HiNaBN fic: Routine
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The music was still throbbing in her head as Cassandra walked out of the club, intoxicated with the lights and smell of a hundred vivacious bodies moving together to the same beat. She grinned at Fiona, teeth glinting in the neon light.
"Let’s go home, Cas," Fiona said calmly. She wasn’t as drunk on the music, as usual.
"But I want to party!" Cas moaned, stumbling back into her companion, who just caught her under her arms calmly and righted her. Just routine.
"Nope, no more partying. It’s bedtime." Fiona hooked her arms around the taller woman’s waist, supporting her, and they walked home slowly, pale skin glowing slightly in the dim streetlights. Cas’ hand ended up slipping into Fiona’s waistband, clumsily groping her ass. Fiona smiled and left it alone.
All of this was perfectly routine.
They ended up in their apartment, lovely and modern (they liked to stay with the times, but not be too show off-ish), Cassandra slamming the door shut and biting at Fiona’s lower lip. Blood smeared between them, over their lips and chins as Cas shoved her against the door, already grinding against Fiona’s thigh. They stumbled and fell over to the couch (black faux leather, metallic accents), teeth clacking as their tongues intertwined. The smell of alcohol and blood was heady on them both, encouraging their hands to move faster, remove clothing faster.
"Do you have to do this every night?" Fiona mumbled in Cas’ ear, already free of most of her clothing. Cas expertly unhooked her bra, tossing it randomly out into the rest of the room.
"Yes I do," Cas said, laughing, tonguing at Fiona’s collarbone. She traced her teeth over the ridge, drawing a line of blood, which she promptly went back to lick up. Fiona shuddered and wriggled her way out of her panties, now completely naked, and soon took steps to make sure she wasn’t the only one.
Fiona was patient, her fingers light but oh-so-good over Cas’ darker skin, a slow dance, while Cassandra insisted on the quick route, her lips everywhere on Fiona’s body, furiously working. They both alternately laughed and gasped, Cas’ back arching and grinding into Fiona’s thigh desperately. She was still furiously slow, her thumbs tracing the faint outline of Cas’ quivering abs.
"Fiona if you don’t hurry the fuck up I will kill you," Cas said through gritted teeth, and kissed her roughly, eliciting a moan and a back arch from Fiona. "Better," she whispered as she suddenly dipped down, kissing the other woman's stomach lightly. She stayed there for a moment, then moved lower still, her tongue almost in knots pleasuring Fiona.
Fiona’s back arched again, more, her hands scrabbling at Cassandra’s shoulders and hair for purchase. She grasped at air before finally gripping the sofa cushions until her knuckles were white. This was really Cassandra’s area of expertise.
She was working quickly, her tongue doing dances over Fiona’s clit, two fingers exploring, then sliding in and out of her, making quick work of her. Fiona swore once as she came, her knees gripping Cassandra’s sides as she jerked and settled.
Cas smiled, nodding at a job well done, and Fiona winked, slinking her hands down Cas’ hips and up her inner thighs. She was already warm and wet, and made frantic high-pitched noises as Fiona delicately, but surely, fingered her.
They lay against each other, Cas jerking up and down against Fiona’s stomach, their mouths meeting and parting sporadically, sweat (who knew vampires could sweat!) mingling.
"Why are you so stupidly good at this?" Cas mumbled into Fiona’s neck, dragging her teeth against her jugular, but not piercing the skin. Fiona just chucked and increased the pace, sending the younger vampire into fits.
Another minute and Cas lurched up and bit down hard on Fiona’s shoulder, the blood flowing just as she came, both of them shuddering with the sudden rush of feeling.
Cassandra licked the wound clean quickly, then lay against Fiona’s stomach, staring at the ceiling.
Fiona sighed. Just routine.