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"So," Santos starts saying, "What are we doing tonight?"
Victoria sighs, stilling her fingers above the keyboard. The Emergency Department soars behind them, noises of people coughing, crying or screaming seem to come from every corner.
She looks at Santos from her seat, Santos has that smile on her, and Victoria already knows this is a losing battle.
"We are not doing anything. I'm going home to study."
"Crash," she says dramatically, "What kind of weirdo spends their 21st birthday studying?"
"This weirdo, apparently," Victoria replies, going back to working on her charts. This does not relent Santos in the slightest.
"Oh, come on! It's gonna be so fun, you'll see, we could get drunk, you could even have a normal life experience for the first time in your life."
"Getting black out drunk doesn't sound very fun to me."
"You don't have to, I'll take good care of you, I promise."
Victoria is skeptical at that, she arches her eyebrows high.
"What?" Santos protests.
Before Victoria can muster a response, a new trauma is coming in. Guy in his 20s, hit by a car while he was walking. They had to revive him three times.
Victoria supposes there are worst ways to spend your life.
"Crash," Santos calls her when they're done, taking off her blood soaked gloves and throwing them in the trash can. Eyes questioning.
"Even if I wanted to, I—I don't have any clothes and my mom wouldn't let me, so." Victoria tilts her head down.
"You're twenty-one, who cares what your mom says?"
Victoria laughs dryly, "Doesn't matter what age I am for her. I still need to be the perfect daughter."
They're now walking side by side, Santos' shoulder briefly brushes with Victoria's. She's flexing them, washing her hands with the sanitizer.
"So what, you've never rebelled against your parents before?"
"No."
Santos narrows her eyes, nodding along, "Okay, okay. Then today could be all about trying new things. Sound good?" she bumps her elbow with Victoria's arm, smiling, "First thing on the list, lie to your parents, then get wasted."
Victoria smiles despite herself, shaking her head, "I still don't have anything to wear for a party."
"You can borrow some of mine."
"Borrow from you?" Victoria asks. She's seen Santos' style outside work a few times, enough to get a sense of it, "No offense, but I don't think your clothes are really my thing."
"Don't be so judgy, Crash," Santos reprimands her, "I have some fem stuff from back when I was experimenting. I contain multitudes."
"I…" Victoria sighs, "Okay."
"Okay?" she can barely contain her excitement. Victoria finds it kind of endearing.
"Yeah, I'll go celebrate my birthday like a normal human being."
Santos furrows her brows, "Don't make it weird," but then she's clapping her hands and jumping like a golden retriever, "It's gonna be so much fun, you'll see. Wait for me at the end of shift and we'll go to my place. I'll go invite some people… No weirdos, though."
"I should hope not," Victoria laughs.
Now Santos is looking at her in a funny way, Victoria shakes whatever though was in her head.
"I'm gonna go check on my patients. I'll see you later?"
"Definitely."
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Victoria's almost at the end of her shift, she just have to finish wrapping up the last details of her patients and pass them off to the night shift.
So far, Whitaker, Mel and Mohan are coming to her 'birthday party', if you can even call it that.
She waits for Santos by the door when she finishes. Santos who, as usual, is running behind with her charts, making Victoria have to stay a few extra minutes in the hospital until she comes out.
"Sorry, sorry," she says, "Took longer than expected but now I won't have to do any charting tomorrow."
"Smart."
"Shut up, Crash," Santos feigns being wounded, "Not all of us can live up to your super high charting standards."
Victoria feels that again, the feeling of someone making fun of her. Reading Santos is not always easy for her, she can't tell the difference between when she's being a jerk on purpose or in a friendly way.
Santos leads her to her car, a beat up rusty thing that would definitely not pass inspection at this point. Victoria eyes it suspiciously.
"Don't be such a stuck up, this car has been my most trusted possession for years."
"How many years, to be clear?"
"It was my dad's."
She doesn't add anything else and Victoria doesn't want to prod so she stays quiet and gets into the car, praying for a safe journey.
The car is manual, and Victoria tries (and fails) to not look at Santos' arm flexing as she shifts gears. Something purrs low in her stomach.
They make it safe and sound to Santos' apartment. Her and Whitaker—who is still working and will join them at the bar—live in the fourth floor of an apartment complex with no elevator. She ends up wheezing and huffing when they're up. Santos makes fun of her.
"Sorry for the mess," Santos says as she steps inside.
The apartment is small, like really small. The living room, kitchen and entrance are all in the same place. And it is messy. Piles of clothes thrown around everywhere, she guesses from both Santos and Whitaker. Magazines stacked in the coffee table beside a mug that who knows how long is been sitting there. Dirty dishes piled up in the sink, take out food containers along the counter.
It looks lived in, Victoria surmises. She is not judging.
"It's nice," she offers Santos, voice strained.
"You don't have to lie, Crash."
Victoria tries to change the subject, "Uh, about your clothes?"
"Yes, follow me."
Santos leads her through a narrow hallway—so narrow her shoulders bump the wall as she walks—to her room. It's more or less the same as the living room, except less food and more clothes. Santos takes the pile of clothes in her bed and puts them in her desk chair.
"Alright," she opens her dresser, "Let's see what are we working with here."
She takes out a few dresses, a skirt here and there, lots of tops. She makes a face as she looks at some of them.
"I don't think this one's mine, actually."
"What's it doing in your room, then?"
Santos chuckles at her, ignores her question and starts assembling outfits for Victoria to wear. They all contain purple.
She ends up picking a skin tight, purple, triangle top, plus a black mini skirt. She also borrows one of Santos' necklaces that looks good with her outfit, and her perfume.
She comes out of the bathroom ready. Her hair is down, reaches past her shoulders in curly black waves. And she's put some makeup on as well.
Santos is done too, the sight of her makes Victoria's stomach flip. Loose black t-shirt, a jacked draped over it, and ripped black jeans. She's also wearing rings around her fingers. Santos stretches and Victoria can get the faintest glimpse of skin.
"Looking good, Crash."
Victoria blushes, "Thanks, Santos."
"You can call me Trinity, you know?"
"I will when you stop calling me Crash," Victoria bites back, but there's no malice behind it. She's gotten used to Santos' nicknames, even a little fond. Although Victoria would never admit that out loud.
"Keep dreaming."
Santos smiles, full of teeth. Face turning serious when she notices something.
"Hold on."
Then Santos starts walking, and she's suddenly a few inches away from Victoria, who is frozen in place.
"Here," she says softly, as she puts Victoria's necklace in the correct place. Her skin tingles where Santos has touched it. "All better. Let's go."
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The bar is full tonight, they can barely move through the room without bumping into people. Victoria is carrying some drinks back to their table, and half of them are on the floor by the time she makes it back.
Mel, Whitaker and Mohan have finally made it. Interrupting whatever weird tension she and Santos had before they came.
Victoria hands them their drinks, sits besides Santos as she listens to the conversation. At some point, Santos stretches her arms, Victoria almost thinks Santos is going to put one around her. She doesn't.
She's having fun, talking to her friends, drinking with them, she almost feels human.
Santos and Mohan drag Victoria and Whitaker to the dance floor. Mel is insistent that she doesn't want to dance, she's okay with just watching them.
Victoria grabs Santos' outstretched hand, and follows as she pulls her into the crowd. She can't help grinning widely as they start dancing.
The music resonates in her body, she sways it to the rhythm, under the lights she feels weightless.
She's been dancing for a few minutes when she notices only Whitaker and Mohan are still with her. She looks around the room and the movement makes her dizzy.
Victoria finds Santos at the other side of the room. She's not alone.
Another woman is standing in front of her, their body language betraying nothing, as this woman laughs at something Santos has said and touches her arm, and Santos tilts forward.
Victoria feels sick, vile rising to her mouth that has nothing to do with the alcohol. Or maybe it does a little. She stays rooted to the spot, unable to move when Santos is tucking a strand of hair over the woman's ear, when their faces inch closer together.
In a split second, Victoria decides she can't take this anymore. She turns around quickly, too quickly, and with her unsteady feet she accidentally stumbles into somebody else. She falls down, making a scene.
She tries to ignore the eyes around her as she gets up, brushing off the humiliation before making a beeline for the bathroom.
Victoria takes the opportunity to calm herself down, splashing her face with cold water and taking a few deep breaths.
When she comes out, Santos is waiting for her outside.
"Crash," she starts, and the nickname is an irony Victoria doesn't find very amusing, "I saw you fall down before, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Victoria replies curtly, walking past her and into the bar again.
Santos trails behind her.
"And you wanted me to stop calling you 'Crash'", Victoria can hear Santos' smirk from behind her, "You really live up to your nickname."
"Oh my god, can't you just leave it alone for a minute?" Victoria asks as she stops walking, frustrated. She can see how Santos is hurt by her words, but she keeps going, "Besides, don't you have to go back to your friend? She's probably waiting for you around here."
Santos' eyebrows furrow, "What friend? What are you talking about?"
"I saw you two before, you looked very entertained," her tone is laced with sarcasm, and she rolls her eyes, "Wouldn't want to get in the way of that."
She resumes her fast pace to… somewhere. She doesn't really know where she's going. Just that it's far away from here. From this feeling, hot and ripping away at her skin.
Santos follows her again, unrelenting.
"What? Crash, that's not—" she sounds suddenly amused, "What's it to you anyways?"
"What?"
Victoria finds herself outside the establishment, having walked here in autopilot. The night breeze is harsh against her skin. She turns to Santos, who is smiling down at her.
"Why do you care what I was doing with another girl?"
"I don't—I don't care."
"Don't tell me your jealous, or something?"
Victoria feels something akin to anger lighting up in her body, "I am not jealous," she laughs incredulously, "I—I don't—" she tries, but no words come out of her mouth.
Santos steps closer to her, "'Cause you really have nothing to be worried about," she's so close that she can lower her voice, turning it into a nice rasp that scratches Victoria's ears, "I'm all yours, Victoria."
Fuck.
She's really never said her name before, because Victoria knows she's never felt this way way before. Her mouth hangs open as she feels her insides being torn apart, setting everything on fire. Her knees feel weak.
Sant—Trinity steps away, still wearing that smug smile like she's just gotten really good news.
That's when Whitaker comes out, sighing in relief when she sees the two of them.
"Finally, we've been looking for you guys."
Trinity doesn't take her eyes off Victoria's, "Well, look no further, Huckleberry."
"Are you coming in or what?"
Victoria is the one who backs away first, following Whitaker inside, "We are."
Trinity is behind her.
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They're sitting at their table when the waitress comes with a drink on her hand. She puts it in front of Trinity, who is frowning.
"I didn't order this."
"Courtesy from that girl over there," the waitress points behind to a pretty girl sitting on the bar, she waves at Trinity.
Victoria rolls her neck, looking away when Trinity cheers at this girl. Trinity turns around to face the table again.
"Aren't you gonna go over there?" Mohan asks.
Trinity shrugs, "Nah, it's our med student's birthday," she knocks back the drink, Victoria's eyes follow as a drop escapes from her lips, down her jaw. Trinity smiles at her as she wipes it. "Let's celebrate properly."
Drinks come flowing in as the nighttime passes by. Victoria is dancing, she's singing, she's screaming. She's tiptoeing the line between tipsy and properly drunk.
One moment she's seeing another girl approaching Trinity (and really, how is she pulling so much?) but the next Victoria is grinding against her in the dance floor. Then she's gone again.
One by one, Whitaker—claiming he's staying at Amy's—, Mel and Mohan start leaving, the bar starts emptying. It's late, it's so late but Victoria has never felt so alive and so young.
Trinity and her are outside, giggling at something, probably something dumb. And Victoria thinks, why not?
She tugs on Trinity's shirt, pulling them into the nearest wall, it feels cold against Victoria's back.
Trinity is grinning at her, she looks so carefree as she runs her hands on Victoria's arms. Fuck it.
Victoria crashes her lips with Trinity's, it's clunky and messy, too much teeth, and Trinity is chuckling against her mouth, laughing at her.
"Oh my god, Crash, is this your first kiss?"
"Shut up," Victoria replies, frowning, she prefers hearing her name on Trinity's lips.
They kiss again, Victoria opens her mouth experimentally, groaning when Trinity's tongue makes contact with her own. She keeps them glued until she has to come back for air.
She takes a good look at Trinity; her eyes are shining under the street lights, cheeks flushed with a pretty pink color, a rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Victoria is screwed.
"Let's go back to your place."
Trinity laughs, "Crash, we're drunk."
"I've sobered up," Victoria leaves a few kisses on Trinity's jaw, "Kinda."
"Fuck," Trinity whispers.
"Haven't you?"
Trinity hesitates a little, which makes Victoria feel suddenly nervous. She pulls back, looking at Trinity in the eyes.
"Listen, Victoria… It's not that I don't want to," Trinity wets her lips, "It's just… Your first time should be with someone special, or whatever."
"Who's saying that it wouldn't?"
Trinity blinks, "I—What?"
Victoria presses their lips together again, "I want you, Trinity," she murmurs against her mouth. Then, she grabs one of Trinity's hands, drags it in between her legs, "Feel how much I want you."
"Victoria," Trinity moves closer to her, blocking passersby from seeing where her hand is.
Victoria can feel the heat between her legs, dripping into underwear already ruined hours ago. Trinity cups her and Victoria throws her head back, thumping into the wall.
Trinity runs a finger through her underwear, making a whine come out of her mouth. Too loud. They both look at each other, pulling back at the same time.
"Let's go to my place," Trinity says, offering a hand, and Victoria is all too happy to follow.
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Victoria can't wait, patience has never really been her strong suit, she's used to get everything she wants from a young age. She throws herself at Trinity as soon as they step through the door.
Trinity giggles, but wraps her arms around Victoria. Guiding them across the house. Victoria's mind goes a thousand miles per hour as Trinity sneaks a hand under her top, palming one of her breasts.
She backs Victoria until she falls down onto the couch. Victoria gasps as Trinity gets on her knees in front of her, running her hands up Victoria's thighs, inside her skirt. All while keeping eye contact with her.
Trinity toys with the hem of Victoria's underwear, she starts pulling it down and it's all too fast.
"Fuck, Trinity," Victoria shifts, "Wait a sec."
"Shit," Trinity pulls her hands away, sitting up straighter so she can face Victoria, "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm going too fast, aren't I?"
"I'm fine."
"Do you wanna stop? 'Cause we don't have to… you know? If you want to I can just set up your bed, no hard feelings—"
"Trinity," Victoria interrupts her, "It's okay, just… slow down."
"Yeah, no, I can do that… I can do that," Trinity sits on her heels again, hands Victoria's knees, "You're right, I mean, it is your first time."
"It is," Victoria agrees.
"Right," Trinity's lips curl up a little, "Are you nervous?"
"A little," Victoria chuckles, "Is that weird?"
"Not at all," Trinity presses a kiss to Victoria's knee, "You don't have to, Victoria," then, she puts on the most dorky smile Victoria has ever seen in her life, "I am gonna rock your world."
She can't believe she's about to have sex for the first time with this corny, weird—gorgeous woman. She wants her so bad.
"I'm pretty sure that just dried me right up," Victoria deadpans.
Trinity narrows her eyes, smiling playfully, "You sure? Well, we should do something to fix that, shouldn't we?"
She pulls Victoria's skirt up to her hips, parts Victoria's legs with her hands. She makes a trail of kisses up Victoria's thigh, and down the other. Victoria sighs above her.
She repeats the same pattern a few more times, until Victoria is grabbing her hair, pushing Trinity against her.
"Trinity," she breathes.
Trinity hums, "Say my name again."
Victoria looks down to where Trinity was already looking up at her, tugging her hair hard. "Fuck me properly and I'll say your name again."
Trinity moans, "Fuck, Crash. So feisty."
She promptly pushes Victoria's underwear down along with her skirt. Runs her fingers up and down her slit, coating them with Victoria's arousal. She murmurs something about Victoria being so wet under her breath, but Victoria can't hear it, focused on the way Trinity's breath is hitting her.
Victoria urges Trinity to put her mouth on her by pulling her closer. Trinity laughs at her, before finally pressing her mouth against Victoria's clit. Her hips jerk uncontrollably, not used to feeling this kind of pleasure. Trinity's hands are on her hips, making her stay down.
Trinity starts to lick her, then making circles on her mound, then to lick her again. Victoria is a writhing mess over her, moaning and gasping and muttering Trinity's name over and over.
"Trinity… Fuck, fuck! Oh."
She grips Trinity's hair, her hips rutting against her mouth. But Trinity doesn't seem to mind, moaning against Victoria. Sucking her clit while she teases her entrance with her fingers.
It's not long until Victoria is coming, shivering and trembling on the couch. Trinity is there to help her come down, pressing soft kisses on her skin.
Victoria slumps on the couch, Trinity helps her put her wet underwear back up, so she doesn't have to stay half-naked.
Trinity pushes away sweaty hair that had stuck to Victoria's face when she comes up. Her mouth and chin are dripping with Victoria's arousal, and she's smiling lazily at her. Victoria's stomach flips at the sight.
"How was that?" Trinity wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, "Was that good for you?"
She sounds smug, and Victoria gets the urge to shut her right up.
"It was alright," she teases, "Not bad for a first time."
"Aren't I supposed to say that?"
Victoria grabs Trinity's arms, making it seem like she's trying to put Trinity on top of her, but she quickly turns her over, pushes her on the couch, and climbs onto her lap.
She cups Trinity's jaw, closing the distance between them. After kissing for a bit, Victoria decides to take her shirt off, leaving her only with her underwear.
Trinity stares, unabashedly so, and Victoria finds it as amusing as she finds it hot. She cups Victoria's breast, kissing her again. Trinity likes moving her hands across all of Victoria's body, Victoria finds out.
Meanwhile, she sneaks up a hand under Trinity's shirt, feeling her stomach on the tip of her fingerprints.
She moves her hands downward, stopping just by the waistband of her pants, she breaks the kiss to look at Trinity.
"Can I?" she asks, biting her lower lip.
"Um."
Trinity hesitates, Victoria can feel her tensing up under her touch. She immediately pulls again, dread rising up her throat.
"Trinity, we don't have to—like, do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"
Trinity puts her hands on Victoria's hips, not meeting her eyes. "I know, I know, it's just…" she tries, "Do you mind if we turn off the lights?"
Victoria can't help but be a little relieved at the simple request, "Not at all."
She offers Trinity one last kiss before getting up and walking to the light switch. She turns off the lights. Right…
"Uh, I can't really see anything."
She hears Trinity chuckling somewhere around the room, "It's okay, just follow my voice."
Victoria starts walking toward where her voice is coming from, but it's hard to navigate in the pitch black apartment.
"I'm here," Trinity says.
Blind as she is, Victoria accidentally trips over something. It clatters onto the ground with a loud noise that makes Victoria cringe internally.
"Shit, sorry, I'll clean that up later."
"Don't worry about that," Trinity's chuckling, voice sounding closer now, "Here, I got you."
She's standing up when Victoria reaches her, Trinity grabs her by the hips and Victoria subconsciously places hers on Trinity's shoulders, they're trembling a little.
"Hi," Victoria says shyly.
She can very faintly make out Trinity's silhouette in the darkness, but she knows Trinity is grinning at her. "Hi to you too."
Trinity's hand comes to tuck a strand of hair over Victoria's ear, and before Victoria can move closer, Trinity is already grabbing her hand, tugging her.
"Let's go to my bed, c'mon."
Victoria follows her gladly to her bedroom, Trinity is guiding her across the house, layout memorized from having been living there for a while.
After walking in, Trinity's warm hand leaves hers and she hears a soft click behind her. She can hear some tussling as Trinity takes off her shirt. Victoria finds her in the room, kissing her once again and moving them towards the bed.
She guides Trinity down, to lie down so she can straddle her. She leans down to kiss her, and doesn't notice until Trinity has flipped her on the bed. She stares up at Trinity in shock, barely able to make up her face.
"Trinity, it's your turn," she says, earnestly.
"Can I do you again?" she can hear Trinity's smirk in her voice, "I wanna hear those pretty noises again."
Before she can respond, Trinity has latched her mouth to Victoria's neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone, nipping with her teeth occasionally and making Victoria whimper each time.
"Y—Yeah, okay," Victoria stutters.
Trinity undoes the clasp behind Victoria's bra, throws it behind her. She moves her mouth lower, kisses the top of her breasts.
One of Trinity's hands trail lower, the other is keeping her upright. She presses her fingers down on Victoria, over her underwear, the sensation is cold and uncomfortable. Trinity keeps running her fingers up and down, building up heat on Victoria's lower stomach.
"You wanna come for me again, Victoria?"
Trinity still has her mouth on Victoria's chest, leaving marks, and the vibrations of her voice feel good against her skin. She speaks with a lower voice, pronouncing Victoria's names so dangerously, it makes her shudder.
Still, can't let her know she's winning.
"Shut up, Santos," she says, and her voice barely shakes.
"Oh, do you not want to?" Trinity teases, licking her nipple just once, "Because we can just stop right now."
"Fuck, no," Victoria panics, "Okay, yes."
"Mhm, yes what?"
Fuck her, honestly.
"Yes, I wanna come for you again," she pauses, "Trinity."
"That's better," Trinity hums amusedly.
She takes off Victoria's underwear at a stupidly low speed, Victoria wants to scream at her to move faster.
She raises her hand back up, presents two fingers in front of Victoria's face,
"Wet them up for me, will ya?"
Victoria is eager to follow, taking Trinity's fingers into her mouth.
"Not that you need it."
Fuck, that has Victoria clenching around nothing. She runs her tongue along Trinity's fingers, bobbing her head up and down a few times before releasing them with a wet pop.
Trinity hums contently, and moves to slide them into Victoria while kissing her at the same time. Victoria gasps into Trinity's mouth, whimpers when she feels the stretch of her two fingers.
That stretch feels so good, Trinity's fingers scratch her walls, reaching deep. Victoria moans and throws her head back, and Trinity is there to kiss her throat. Her fingers picking up speed.
"Trin—Trinity," Victoria gasps.
Trinity kisses her again, but by this point, only their tongues are touching as Victoria gasps and moans, with Trinity swallowing the sounds.
"That feel good, Victoria?" Trinity asks, voice low and rough.
"Mhm, yes, yes!" Victoria shuts her eyes as she becomes closer to the edge.
Trinity uses her thumb to rub Victoria's clit while her fingers keep driving into her. She can feel it everywhere, from the tip of her toes to the highest strand of hair.
Trinity is now flickering her tongue on her nipple, lightly biting to pull back and release, then doing the same with the other one.
Victoria tenses up, cries out into the darkness. Trinity helps her during her release, pressing soft kisses on her sternum, easing up her fingers inside of Victoria before taking them out.
Victoria grabs Trinity's face to kiss her, softly and sweetly. Like they have all the time in the world. She strokes Trinity's face, tucking her hair behind her ears.
She moves her hand down Trinity's stomach, feeling her tummy. Trinity tenses up again when Victoria gets too low. She separates them to look at Trinity, or look at as much as she can of her.
"Trinity," she starts, "Do you not—like, want me to touch you?"
Trinity tenses up even more over her, and it makes Victoria get a little worried. She scrambles to try and fix it.
"Because it's okay if you don't, really, it's fine," she chokes a little, "It's totally okay, I really enjoyed it but we can stop…"
"Victoria," Trinity interrupts, sighing, "It's not that I don't want to. Okay? It's… It's kinda hard to explain."
Victoria nods, "Okay, you don't have to explain anything to me," she kisses her lips once, "Just tell me what you want, I'm here for you."
"You're too sweet to me," Trinity cups her cheeks and Victoria leans into it.
"What do you need?"
Trinity hums, undecided, and when it takes her a while to speak, Victoria chimes in. "Or you could just… show me? You know I'm a quick learner."
Trinity thinks about it, "Sure."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," she smiles.
She gently guides Victoria's face to hers for a kiss, while her other hand grabs Victoria's and moves it down her body. Victoria trails her skins with her fingers, until Trinity is slipping it past her pants and her underwear.
Trinity presses Victoria's index finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles. She sighs as she breaks the kiss, keeps her head low with her hair draping over Victoria's face.
Victoria can't see her face clearly, but Trinity is panting as Victoria presses slightly harder. Trinity takes her own hand away, muttering softly, "Just like that."
"Like this?" Victoria asks.
"Yes, Victoria," Trinity's voice sounds broken around her name.
Victoria keeps circling her clit, paying attention to the little noises Trinity is making.
"Can I…?" she lightly teases Trinity's entrance with one finger.
"Y-yes, fuck."
Victoria slides one finger inside, she's never done this before, so she's still a little unsure. But Trinity is breathing heavily on top of her, which means she must be doing something right.
Trinity has since fallen down, and her body is pressed against Victoria's. Chest to chest.
Trinity feels warm around Victoria's fingers, she can't help but notice, slick dripping down her wrist. She adds another finger, which makes Trinity gasp.
Victoria brushes their lips together, swallowing all of Trinity's little gasps and puffs. She bites on her bottom lip before slipping her tongue into Trinity's mouth.
She speeds up her thrusts and Trinity moans into her mouth. When she backs away, there's a spit line connecting their mouths.
"Another finger," Trinity demands.
Victoria can't miss the opportunity to tease her, "Is that how we ask for things, Trinity?"
"Fuck you, Crash," Trinity starts moving her hips up and down on Victoria's finger, "Just put it in."
"That is so romantic," Victoria rolls her eyes.
Trinity groans, trying to get more friction with her hips, but Victoria has stilled her hand.
"Don't stop—" she grunts, "Fuck, alright, you win."
Victoria raises her eyebrow before realizing Trinity can't see her. "Yes?"
Trinity lowers her voice, straining to get the words out, "Can you add another finger? Please," she pauses, "Please, Victoria."
Victoria never thought one day she'd hear Trinity Santos begging for something.
"Since you asked so nicely."
She gives her a quick peck on the lips before adding a third finger and resuming her motions.
Victoria is faster now, making sure to listen to Trinity's reactions. How she makes a keening sound when Victoria hits a spot inside her. Or how she shivers when Victoria presses the palm of her hand against her bundle of nerves.
It isn't long before Trinity's shaking, breathing frantically as she contracts on Victoria's fingers before releasing and collapsing on top of her.
Victoria wipes her fingers on the mattress, using her other hand to stroke Trinity's hair as she comes down.
Trinity, on the other hand, laps up the sweat that has gathered on Victoria's neck. It almost seems like she's gearing up for another round, when—
The door of the apartment clicks open, dread immediately fills up Victoria and Trinity, who has frozen above her.
"Trinity?" Whitaker's yelling can be heard from across the house, "Are you home?" there's some movement and again, "What the—"
And Victoria remembers how Trinity and her had thrown her clothes in the living room without a care in the world.
Well, fuck.