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"God, I'm so ready for this day to be overrr." Cassidy whined, holding her face in her hands. The interior of the car was nearly entirely dark, save for the dim blue glow of the clock on the dashboard.
"Funny, that' not usually the attitude people have on their birthdays." Wenona hummed, keeping her eyes fixed on the road ahead of her. It was pitch black at this hour, the only light coming from the yellowed streetlamps and the headlights of intermittently passing cars.
Cassidy reclined back into the passenger seat, letting her eyes slip closed. "I know, I'm just exhausted. I'm so ready for bed." She yawned.
"I still think it's ridiculous they made you do all that traveling on your birthday. Couldn't you have come home yesterday? I thought the tournament ended a few days ago?" Wenona huffed in annoyance.
Cassidy had spent the last week at some international game tournament hosted in London. Wenona was fine with Cassidy being gone for a little bit — she herself often had to take several international business trips every year, so the couple were used to spending a little time apart every now and then. She didn't even care that the trip happened to fall on the week of Cassidy's birthday.
What really bothered her was just that Cassidy's actual birthday, June 10th, was the day that the travel organizer booked her for her flights home. So she would not get to spend her birthday at home in the US, and she would not get to spend it in an exciting foreign city like London. Rather, she had had the pleasure of spending her special day in crowded, noisy airports, catching connecting flights, sleeping during layovers, eating shitty airline food — everything that a birthday shouldn't be.
Wenona wanted a chance to do something special for Cassidy's birthday. Cassidy had been awake — if Wenona's timezone math was correct — for nearly twenty-three consecutive hours. And not one of those hours had provided Cassidy a chance at rest, relaxation, or luxury. Nothing like what Cassidy deserved.
"Part of my contract with this event mandated that I be there for the three-day convention afterwards." Cassidy shrugged. She must've been used to this sort of thing by now. "I couldn't ditch early, and I wasn't gonna stay an extra day there just to avoid traveling on my birthday. I was ready to go home." After a beat of silence, she ventured further, voice softer. "And I really missed you."
Wenona couldn't help but smile at the admission. She took one hand off the wheel to settle it against the back of Cassidy's head, fluffing up the hair at the base of her neck how she knew Cassidy liked. "I missed you too."
Cassidy leaned into the touch and hummed. Her eyes slipped shut again, and a sleepy drawl inflected in her words. "I'm surprised you drove out to the airport to get me yourself. I figured you would've sent a driver or something."
Wenona scoffed in disbelief. "A driver? To pick up my own girlfriend from the airport?" She huffed as if the idea were incomprehensible to her. "Absolutely not. I wanted to be the one to welcome you back," She ruffled Cassidy's hair teasingly, "Birthday girl."
The car approached a red light and Wenona rolled to a stop. She checked her phone to see when the GPS predicted they would be home. Thirty-four minutes to go still.
"Why don't you get some rest? We won't be home for a bit." Wenona's hand fell from Cassidy's hair to rest on the top of her thigh, rubbing back and forth in soothing circles. "No offense, but you look like you could use it."
Cassidy wanted to give some playful retort, pretend she was offended, but she didn't have the energy to lie. Her eyes had burned with exhaustion, blinking slow and heavy in an attempt to stay awake. If Wenona was going to give her an out, let her sleep the rest of the car ride, she'd certainly take her up on that offer.
"Mm, sounds nice…" Cassidy yawned, and she was out before the light turned green.
—
Cassidy was startled awake by a jostling at her shoulder. She jolted forward instinctively, hitting her head on the passenger side door frame accidentally.
"Ow…" She reeled back, holding a hand to where she'd hit her forehead.
"Careful." Wenona laughed lightly. She was at the passenger side now, holding the door open for Cassidy. As Cassidy's eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed they were parked in the garage of their condo complex building. "Come on, sleepy."
With a groan of discomfort, Cassidy took Wenona's outstretched hand and stepped out of the car.
"I would've been all romantic and carried you back inside," She started, and Cassidy knew Wenona was strong enough to actually mean it, "But I couldn't leave your luggage behind."
She gestured to her side, where Cassidy's suitcase had already been removed from the trunk. It was full to bursting — Cassidy still had no clue how she'd managed to close the damn thing — and adorned with cute video game stickers all over.
A wide grin broke out on Cassidy's face.
"Oh man, I can't wait to show you all the stuff I bought." She rambled excitedly as the two of them entered the elevator. "I got a bunch of London themed souvenirs, merch from the convention, and even some limited edition pre-release gear for games not even out yet!" She flashed Wenona a toothy smile. "And my tournament trophy, of course."
"I'm sorry I couldn't watch live." Wenona said regretfully. "I tried to move around my schedule so I could watch when your match came on, but it was a shareholder meeting, and those aren't usually very flexible."
"Eh, I don't really care." Cassidy shrugged as they stepped out of the elevator. "What does it matter if you miss one stream — you can watch me game whenever."
Wenona smiled. "Speaking of…" She scanned her keycard against the lock and let the two of them into the foyer. "I have have something to show you."
Cassidy suddenly perked up with interest. Wenona carefully placed the luggage out of the way and grabbed one of Cassidy's hands, leading her into the living room. When Cassidy saw what sat on the coffee table, she practically squealed with excitement.
"Oh my god!" Cassidy let go of Wenona's hand to investigate closer, sinking to her knees in front of the coffee table. Wenona stood just beyond the couch, crossing her arms with a contented smile. "Is this the 1997 limited-edition release of the Nintendo 64? I didn't even know they still sold these! They're like, impossible to find on the market!"
Wenona lowered herself to her knees next to Cassidy, pulling her face close and planting a kiss on her cheek. "I have my ways. Happy birthday."
Cassidy looked down at the shiny new console with stars in her eyes. As if this gift already couldn't get any better, Wenona gestured to a plastic bag next to the console. "I got some games to go with it as well, but I wasn't sure which ones you already had."
"None of them." Cassidy grinned, pulling out a cartridge from the bag. "I skipped this generation of console entirely."
Cassidy popped the game cartridge into the slot and Wenona raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you said you wanted to go right to bed when we got back?" She questioned, glancing at her watch. It was nearly midnight.
"Yeah, but," Cassidy huffed, turning on the TV and booting up the console. "That was before I knew we had this. No way can I go to sleep without testing it out first."
Wenona's face tensed with apprehension. Cassidy really needed to just call it a night — Wenona can hardly imagine how exhausting the past twenty-four hours had been for her. But, at the same time, it was her birthday. Maybe she could let this slide just for tonight.
The TV glowed with the menu screen of the video game Cassidy had picked out. Cassidy radiated excitement as she sped through the character select. The game she had picked was Mario Kart 64, one that Wenona had a strong inclination that Cassidy would like when she was doing her birthday shopping.
Wenona yielded. How could she not when Cassidy exuded such pure, unfiltered joy?
She took her spot on the couch, clearing aside all the pillows and blankets to leave her space to sit comfortably. She stretched her legs out in front of her, feeling unbothered to take up as much space as she wanted.
"Cass?" She called once she had gotten comfortable, patting the space in front of her. "Come here."
Cassidy took her up on her offer, climbing to sit down in front of Wenona in the space left open for her. Cassidy settled with her back against the front of Wenona's torso, immediately sinking into her warmth. Their height difference allowed Cassidy to comfortably lean her head back into Wenona's shoulder, settling herself in the space between Wenona's collarbone and the side of her neck. Wenona's hands wrapped around Cassidy's front and clasped themselves over her navel, holding her close.
"Tell me about your game." Wenona hummed from above.
"Uh, right!" Cassidy sputtered, slightly flustered by their closeness. "Well, it's only the second game in the entire Mario Kart franchise, so it's still pretty basic. I've never actually played it, but I've heard of some of the shortcuts you can take. I bet the controls are pretty similar to the other games, too."
She started up the race on the TV, taking a minute to acclimate to the different controls. Wenona watched with mild interest as she raced around the turns, quickly sliding into the top five. She knew Cassidy was still getting used to the controls of this game, but Wenona had a feeling she could do better than just top five.
An idea popped into her head before she could stop it, and a coy smile spread across her face. Why not make this more fun?
Discreetly, she trailed her hand down to rest on the inside of Cassidy's thigh, brushing her thumb back and forth teasingly.
She couldn't see where Cassidy's eyes were looking from this angle, but Wenona could feel the way she flinched under the unexpected contact. Her momentary lapse in focus caused her to accidentally drive into an obstacle, and she fell back into sixth place.
"Shit." She murmured under her breath. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Sorry." Wenona apologized insincerely. She wasn't really sorry — that had been her intention. She wondered if Cassidy could tell. All Cassidy did was clear her throat, attempting to pull her attention back to the game.
Wenona watched attentively as Cassidy crept back up the ranks. With a few well-executed turns and lucky item draws, she had managed to crawl her way back into the top three. But this was no surprise. She knew Cassidy could win the race ordinarily — rather, what Wenona wanted to see was how well she could perform under a bit of… distraction.
Wenona's hand quietly crept down past Cassidy's thigh, sliding lower to grind the base of her palm into Cassidy's crotch through the fabric of her shorts. Cassidy's response was immediate as she jerked forward and sucked a sharp inhale through her teeth. Her right hand shot off the controller reflexively to grab hold of Wenona's wrist. Wenona simply watched in amusement as Cassidy fell back another few places.
"Jesus." She inhaled shakily. "What are you trying to pull here?"
"Nothing." Wenona hummed. "Keep driving."
Cassidy paused like she was preparing to say something, but gave up and let out a tense exhale instead. She had placed both hands back on her controller and was trying absently to regain the lead she had just lost.
Wenona kept at the slow grind of her palm, listening for the slight hitches in breath whenever she pressed down. From where Cassidy sat against her, she could feel the way her breath had become a little shallower, more irregular. She squirmed restlessly, readjusting the way her hips were situated against Wenona's. Wenona, in response, took her free hand and held Cassidy's hip firmly, anchoring her in place.
"You're losing." She pointed out.
"Yeah, no shit." Cassidy grumbled. "You're making this hard on purpose."
The backtalk stirred something up in Wenona, and she felt a sudden need to retaliate. Her hand halted in its motions, and she could feel Cassidy's hips buck forward involuntarily to chase the lost stimulation. Slowly, she placed her hand against Cassidy's midriff and gently slid it down through the front of her shorts, pushing it past the hem of her boxers. Teasingly, she pressed the pad of her middle finger against Cassidy's bare clit, and the girl inhaled sharply.
The pause menu flashed on the screen.
"Yeah, alright, you win." Cassidy sighed breathlessly in defeat. Her back arched away from Wenona slightly as her hips pushed forward into her hand. She added on, with a lilt of desperation in her voice, "Can we take this to the bedroom now? Please?"
Wenona pretended to ponder for a moment. She already knew her answer, but she wanted Cassidy to think she at least considered it.
"Not the bedroom." Wenona redirected. "I still want to watch you play."
Cassidy craned her head up to look at her. "You want to… to do this, and you expect me to keep playing? Wenona, I don't think I—"
Wenona waited until Cassidy was talking to catch her off guard by slipping two fingers in up to the knuckle. It was not even remotely difficult — Cassidy was, unsurprisingly, already soaked — and it pulled a needy whine from the back of her throat.
"I think you can." She said.
"Shit, Wenona—!" Cassidy groaned. Wenona hadn't even moved her fingers yet — only held them there, sitting deep inside — but she already had Cassidy so wound up and needy.
"Pick up the controller." She instructed.
Cassidy hung her head low for a moment, catching her breath and adjusting to the feeling of Wenona inside her. After a moment, she hesitantly picked up the controller again and unpaused the game.
"Good girl." Wenona smiled. She set her fingers into motion, pumping them in and out teasingly slow. Not fast enough to get Cassidy off anytime soon, but quick enough to make concentrating on anything else particularly difficult.
Cassidy tried her hardest to adjust. She leaned back into Wenona, fighting the reflex to squirm or fidget under the pleasurable sensations. Not that she could've moved much, anyway — an arm held snug around her waist was keeping her from going anywhere.
On the TV, Cassidy seemed to miscalculate while taking a turn and cut it too tightly, falling off the map as a result. When her character got back on course, she had fallen in line with the slowest couple of racers, only a few places away from being last.
Wenona raised an eyebrow tauntingly. "You're not doing so well anymore."
"I'm trying." Cassidy groaned. "You're making it so— ah! S-so hard to focus…"
"So?" Wenona deadpanned. "You're an ultimate. You should be able to handle this."
Cassidy grumbled under her breath. "Yeah, I don't recall me getting fucked while playing Mario Kart being any part of the application process."
Wenona hummed in discontent. She really didn't appreciate this backtalk. When Wenona pressed in again, she curled her fingers deliberately and dragged her fingertips against Cassidy's walls, applying pressure to the one spot she knew made Cassidy especially weak.
The effect was immediate. Cassidy jerked away — and from how closely they were sitting, Wenona could feel every twitch and tremble of Cassidy's body. Her leg muscles jerked uselessly beneath her, as if her body was trying to press deeper into, or shy away from, Wenona's touch. Regardless, the arm around her waist didn't allow her any escape from Wenona's touch.
A whine fell from Cassidy's lips, trembling and uncontrolled, as she lolled her head to the side.
"God — fuck, Wenona!" She whimpered desperately. "Isn't this enough? Can I stop playing now? Please?"
Wenona tsked at her. "I want to see you finish the race." She said lightly, teasingly. "I know you can do better than tenth place."
Cassidy groaned as her eyes flicked back to the screen. God, all it took was one moment to pull her head straight out of the game.
She shook off the distraction. If Wenona wanted to play this game, then fine. Cassidy didn't get her title for nothing. She could still win this race.
Wenona amused herself by watching all the ways that Cassidy attempted to remain focused. She bounced her foot up and down restlessly, perhaps as the outlet to all the pent up energy building inside of her. Her head had lifted from Wenona's shoulder, leaning forward slightly in an attempt to get a better look at the screen (and to avoid the secondary distraction of how badly she wanted to plant kisses and marks up the side of Wenona's neck). She had even attempted to stifle the noises coming from her throat — biting down moans and whimpers if it meant she could keep her focus ahead of her.
Cassidy was dialed back in. Somehow, despite it all, she had managed to crawl her way into fourth as they approached the final lap.
Wenona didn't mind this. It just presented a new challenge for her, now that Cassidy had adjusted.
She brought up the pace of her fingers to something a bit more substantial now — not bruisingly fast, but quick enough to get Cassidy off sooner rather than later. Cassidy's jaw fell slack as a low, needy whine escaped against her will. Wenona took her gaze from the TV to the controller Cassidy held, watching her with great interest. Her hands trembled noticeably around the plastic controller, fingers fumbling clumsily and occasionally slipping off the buttons entirely.
Cassidy grumbled in frustration. Wenona could only smile at this — the detrimental effect on her motor skills was clear, and Wenona felt powerful knowing she could have this effect over Cassidy.
Wenona brought a hand up to glide underneath the hem of Cassidy's t-shirt and slip into her bra. The movement of her arm pulled Cassidy's shirt up with it, exposing her pale, smooth midsection to the cold room air.
Cassidy groaned breathlessly as Wenona groped her chest. "You're so— agh… So damn touchy."
"It's been over a week since I got to put my hands on you." Wenona hummed, leaning down to press a kiss the shell of Cassidy's ear. The feeling of Wenona's breath against her skin made Cassidy shudder. "Can you blame me?"
Wenona watched on the screen as Cassidy ran into another barricade. "Focus."
As much as she didn't want to admit it, Wenona was impressed. Despite the small slip up, Cassidy had managed to hold her own pretty well — enough to land her in second place, at least. She observed Cassidy's body language closely, watching for all of her tells. Her hips bucked up in anticipation, Cassidy fighting the urge to snap her legs shut fast, as she so often did when things started getting to be too much. Wenona could see — and, well, feel — the rise and fall of Cassidy's chest against her as tattered inhales and whines escaped her lungs. A light sheen of sweat had coated her body, making her exposed torso shine under the light.
Cassidy was now neck and neck with the NPC in first place as they raced to the finish line. Wenona watched with genuine interest as to whether or not Cassidy could pull it off. When Cassidy looked like she might've been able to pass into first a little too easily, Wenona tested her by increasing the pace as fast as her fingers could comfortably go. Cassidy trembled under the touch at first, but otherwise gave no indication that she had even noticed the change of pace.
Wenona hummed in amusement. Cassidy seemed to be getting better and better at adjusting to these distractions. Why not push her just a little further?
With the hand still inside Cassidy's shorts, she pressed her thumb firmly against Cassidy's clit, grinding the pad of her finger into the sensitive bud with every thrust of her fingers.
"Mmph, f-fuck — Wenona!" She whimpered into the touch. "S-slow down, I'm getting really—"
"Finish the race." Wenona instructed. Cassidy threw her head back in an indignant whine, beyond frustrated with Wenona's unwillingness to get her off until the race was over. When her head lolled to the side again, Wenona's hand vacated Cassidy's shirt and gripped her chin gently, guiding her face back to look at the TV.
Cassidy whimpered in defeat. She was really going to have to finish this, wasn't she?
As she approached the final turn, the first place rider loomed tantalizingly ahead of her. Out of options, Cassidy was forced to attempt a very risky and difficult shortcut.
Despite the sparks of pleasure and pent-up bliss building inside of her abdomen that threatened to overflow at any moment, Cassidy executed the jump perfectly. She captured a narrow lead just before the end, crossing the finish line a fraction of a second ahead of the other NPC. At the conclusion of the race, and upon first opportunity, she chucked the controller to the side carelessly and leaned as close into Wenona as she could.
"Holy shit," She gasped. The noises came out without care or fear of consequence, now that the game was finally over. "Wenona, I — nngh, fuck — I'm so close."
"You did really well." Wenona praised. It was a genuine compliment, too — Wenona hadn't expected Cassidy to be able to pull that off. In fact, Wenona did everything in her power to ensure Cassidy couldn't pull that off. "I'm impressed."
Cassidy rested her head limply against Wenona's shoulder, blindly accepting whatever Wenona did to her without the energy to protest or complaint. She reached around to grab blindly at the back of Wenona's head, pulling her into a heated kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated, and Cassidy had to frequently pull away from Wenona's lips to suck in breaths of air, but Wenona couldn't blame her. She was obviously nearly at her limit, and Wenona had done nothing but torment her for the past ten minutes regardless. She could be rewarded, now.
Her fingers pumped in and out of Cassidy as fast as the angle of her wrist would allow, grinding her thumb down into Cassidy's clit in ways that made her twitch with borderline overstimulation. Cassidy had given up on the kiss — it was becoming to harder and harder to catch her breath when she spent half her time with her lips locked on Wenona's — but she still maintained her hold in the back of Wenona's hair. She gripped onto it like a lifeline, tugging on it unintentionally every time there was an especially deep thrust, like she was trying to cling onto it for stability.
"Wenona," Cassidy whined. Her voice shook with a familiar instability, the inflection of her voice going higher at the end like a warning. "I think I'm gonna—"
"Good," Wenona smiled. She knew exactly what Cassidy needed to hear to send her over the edge. "That's my pretty girl."
The pleasure building up in Cassidy's abdomen at once seemed to erupt, unable to resist the way the praise sent sparks through her body.
"Mngh! — Wenona!" Cassidy came with a choked cry of Wenona's name tumbling from her lips. Her legs, the ones that she had tried so hard that whole time to keep open, finally clamped shut as she writhed under waves of pleasure. Her head pressed back against Wenona's shoulder, eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open, the pale expanse of her neck left exposed to Wenona. Cassidy's hand tugged painfully in Wenona's hair, her other hand grabbing onto a fistful of blanket with a similar intensity.
Wenona leaned down to placed gentle kisses against Cassidy's neck as she worked her through her climax — the soft and loving attention she gave with her mouth contrasting the fast, rough motions of her fingers inside her. Cassidy's moans quickly transitioned from reckless and uncontrolled to breathy and guttural as her muscles started to twitch with overstimulation. Her eyes fluttered open — half-lidded and barely there — and locked gazes with Wenona.
Wenona slowly brought her fingers to a stop, pulling away from Cassidy's neck to look down into her absent green eyes. Her other hand moved up to brush the bangs and stray hairs out of her face.
Wenona ran a hand through Cassidy's hair as she waited patiently for her to come down from her high. Her body twitched with aftershocks of ecstasy, breathing evening out as the world around her slowly started to come back into focus. Wenona waited until Cassidy was fully lucid again to carefully slip her fingers out, hearing the girl whine pitifully at the sudden emptiness.
"How are you feeling?" Wenona asked softly.
"God, I fuckin' love birthdays…" Cassidy slurred out with a laugh. "I would've ditched that con early if I knew we could've been doing this all day."
Wenona scoffed in disbelief. "There's no way you could do a whole day of this. You barely took ten minutes and look at you."
Cassidy turned over to lay more on her side, pushing her head under Wenona's chin and letting her eyes flutter closed. "Yeah, you're probably right."
Wenona hummed without replying. She wrapped her arms around Cassidy's warm body, pulling her closer into her, smelling the mix of sweat and perfume on her skin. She let herself relax into the moment for a bit, sharing in the afterglow with her. It wasn't until a minute had passed that Wenona considered Cassidy might've fallen asleep.
"Cass?" She called. "You still with me?"
A sleepy grumble sounded from beneath her. "Mmmmm, barely." She repositioned herself to lay flat against Wenona's chest, wrapping her arms around her back.
She looked up to Wenona with pleading eyes. "Carry me?"
Wenona's face scrunched up in apprehension. Cassidy didn't seem to be deterred.
"Come onnn, Wenona. It's my birthday…"
"Actually," Wenona stated, holding her wristwatch up to her face. "It stopped being your birthday seven minutes ago."
"Fuck…" Cassidy grumbled under her breath, resigning in her defeat. She buried her face back in Wenona's chest and sighed.
"But," Wenona smiled. "I can look past that for right now."
The happy noises that left Cassidy were muffled quite heavily in Wenona's chest, but she felt it bringing a flush to her face regardless.
Carefully, she hooked her arms underneath Cassidy's thighs, hoisting her up and rising from the couch in one swift motion. Cassidy's arms scrambled around Wenona's neck to steady herself, but once she had properly balanced herself, she smiled and placed a kiss on Wenona's jawline.
"Thanks Wenona." She smiled into her shoulder. "Love you."
Wenona smiled in return. "I love you too, Cass. Happy birthday."
They arrived at the bedroom shortly after. Unsurprisingly, Cassidy was already asleep by the time Wenona laid her into the bed. She helped Cassidy strip out of the top layer of her clothes, leaving her in just her t-shirt and underwear so she could rest more comfortably. Wenona slipped the comforter up to Cassidy's shoulders, placing a chaste kiss to her forehead before climbing into bed next to her.
Wenona stretched her sore arms above her head — believe it or not, sitting in just one position for so long without moving had actually gotten quite uncomfortable by the end — and pulled the cord on the lamp to plunge the room into darkness.
Wenona let herself take in the silence of the room, broken up only by soft snoring. She really hoped Cassidy would rest well. Considering the day she'd just had, Wenona didn't expect her to get up until afternoon the next day at the earliest.
Despite the late hour, Wenona was content. Cassidy may not have had the most enjoyable birthday ever — at least, not for the first twenty-three and a half hours of it — but Wenona hoped she could still make it somewhat special for her.
If Cassidy could look back on this day years down the line and think of it fondly, then that's all that mattered to Wenona. That's all she needed to feel content.