Page 25 of Undoing

Tears welled in Rebecca’s eyes. She was grateful for Cassidy’s understanding and profound devotion. There wasn’t anyone else in the world she wanted by her side. “Lay down,” Rebecca directed softly.

Cass waited until Rebecca moved off her and then did as instructed. No more words were said, but Rebecca’s actions spoke volumes as she undressed Cass slowly before disrobing herself. Cass fully expected Rebecca to lay with her breast to breast, sex to sex. So when Rebecca flipped her position, Cass’s body jerked with anticipation. Her mind — and body — went back to their last time in the playroom. The first time Mistress had tasted Cass in such an intimate way. It hadn’t happened since that time, but Cass was a patient woman. Her patience was about to pay off with Rebecca.

Rebecca straddled Cassidy’s face while she breathed in Cassidy’s scent. Cassidy’s arousal sent shivers through Rebecca’s body. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting her wife again. If she thought their time in the playroom was erotic, this was on a whole other level. There was something incredibly erotic about the position they were in, being savored while indulging herself.

Cassidy moaned against her clit and Rebecca countered by sucking Cassidy’s clit into her mouth. At this moment, everything that happened that day faded away. The only thing Rebecca thought about was Cassidy. All of her senses were filled with Cassidy. She tasted Cassidy’s elixir, smelled Cassidy’s aroma, felt Cassidy’s wetness on her tongue, watched Cassidy writhe beneath her, and heard Cassidy’s excitement build with the looming climax.

Cass gripped Rebecca’s hips, lifting her head and plunging her tongue deep inside Rebecca. Fuck! When Mistress used her mouth on Cass, it was fucking awesome. But this? Tasting Rebecca as Rebecca feasted on her? That was fucking heaven. She knew she said that frequently about being with Rebecca, but each time it was true. And Rebecca continued to surprise her. This was how Cass saw the future. Growing old, still head over heels in love, still being surprised, and still having mind-blowing orgasms.

Cassidy’s hips lifted as the orgasm ripped through her. Rebecca felt her contract around her tongue while Cassidy’s fingers dug into Rebecca’s hips. Then she felt Cassidy’s finger slip inside her ass and she exploded. She lifted her head from Cassidy, drawing in a sharp breath.

“Fuck! Cassidy!”

But Cass didn’t stop the onslaught of licks, sucks, and nips. She held tight onto Rebecca’s hips, refusing to let her wriggle away from the pleasurable torture.

“Please, Cassidy!” Rebecca had lost all concentration. She was now on her hands and knees, desperate to get distance from Cassidy’s mouth — and, yet, wanting to stay right where she was for the rest of her life. She was panting, her heart racing as another orgasm came crashing down on her. “Fuck me!”

She collapsed between Cassidy’s legs, barely able to breathe after that orgasm. Somehow between losing half of her bodily fluids and utter exhaustion, Cassidy had wriggled her way out from under Rebecca and started a bath. The next thing Rebecca knew, she was in Cassidy’s arms being carried to the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” Rebecca asked sleepily.

“To get cleaned up, baby,” Cass cooed softly. Her body was humming after Rebecca nearly licked her dry. The climax had the opposite effect on Cass as it did on Rebecca. While Rebecca was practically jello in Cass’s arms, Cass was invigorated. She could have gone another few rounds. But since Rebecca seemed down for the count — understandably so with everything she’d been through today — Cass decided to use her energy in other ways. Like bathing Rebecca.

Being with Rebecca renewed Cass’s determination that she would be strong for Rebecca no matter what they were told tomorrow. She felt ready — and willing — to fight any demon that had the audacity to come after her girl. Did she know how she was going to fight the worst-case scenario of this tumor being cancerous? Nope. But the fuck if she wouldn’t try anything and everything to do just that.

Rebecca placed her hand on Cassidy’s bouncing knee. “Stop, baby. You’re making me nervous.”

“Sorry,” Cass mumbled.

They were sitting in a cold doctor’s office, waiting for the neurosurgeon to come in. It had only been five minutes, but both were nervous enough to make it feel like an eternity. The only thing that kept Cass from storming around the entire office demanding to know where the doctor was was Hunter. Dr. Alita Lima came highly recommended by Hunter. That alone made the wait worth it. Rebecca and Cass trusted Hunter to send them to the best.

“My apologies for making you wait.” A small woman with dark hair and a white coat came marching into the office. “I’m Dr. Lima.”

Rebecca stood, wiping her hands on her jeans before holding one out. “Rebecca Giles. This is my wife, Cassidy.”

“Cass,” Cass corrected, shaking the doctor’s hand amicably. The woman was shorter than Rebecca, yet held the same commanding aura. To Cass, that was a good sign.

Dr. Lima nodded a small smile on her serious face. “I understand you know Dr. Vale,” she gestured to the door where Hunter stood. “She insisted on being here if you two consent to having a third party here.”

“Yes, of course,” Rebecca answered immediately, smiling gratefully at Hunter.

“Good. I feel having a doctor you trust to help you with decisions is beneficial. Please have a seat.” Dr. Lima walked around her desk and sat behind it. She logged into her tablet and brought up Rebecca’s MRI images. She pointed at a white spot near the front of Rebecca’s brain. “This is what Dr. Vale is concerned about. It’s about three and a half centimeters in size which I believe is causing the discomfort you’ve been feeling. Besides the headaches that Dr. Vale mentioned, what other symptoms have you been experiencing?”

Rebecca glanced at Cassidy. “Um, I’ve also been tired and restless.” It was a difficult question for Rebecca to answer as she never thought of how she felt as ‘symptoms.’ Didn’t everyone experience fatigue and headaches? Did having a tumor change the definition?

“She…” Cass gave Rebecca a questioning look, then continued when Rebecca nodded. “Rebecca had an episode a few days ago where she forgot she started dinner. I came home to burning lasagna in the oven and Rebecca asleep in our home gym.” Cass fidgeted. It felt like a betrayal saying these things to other people. She just hoped Rebecca would forgive her for trying to be thorough and helpful. “And, uh, when I told her what happened, she was, um, afraid of me. I’ve never given her a reason to be scared of me. I can’t help but think maybe this tumor is why?”

Dr. Lima wrote notes as Cass described Rebecca’s behavior. She nodded absently as she finished, then looked up at Cass. “Changes in personalities, mood swings, memory loss can all be attributed to the tumor, yes.”

“C-can you tell if it’s…” Cass cleared her throat. She’d rather be doing fucking anything else in the world besides sitting here about to ask if her wife has cancer. “Can you tell what kind of, um, tumor it is?”

Dr. Lima brought up the image of Rebecca’s MRI once again. “What I’m seeing here,” she pointed to the screen near the mass, “is this mass has developed in the membranes surrounding the brain. In my opinion, we’re looking at what is called Meningioma. Typically, this type of tumor is benign seventy-eight to eighty-one percent of the time. However, we can’t know for sure what we’re dealing with until we’ve done a biopsy.”

Cass relaxed slightly. Seventy-eight to eighty-one percent of the time, it’s not cancer. She had to remember that and chant it like a mantra to keep her thoughts from becoming morose.

Rebecca, on the other hand, heard the word biopsy and began to panic. She’d read what that entailed, and it didn’t sound pleasant at all.

“The biopsy,” Rebecca began softly. “You drill a hole in my head?”

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