One particularly warm evening Casca shows up at Farnese’s house, spirits her away when her parents aren’t looking and takes her for a drive in her beat up old truck. Farnese was honestly pretty confused about the whole thing but it was Casca so she was down, even though that rowdy girl didn’t give her time to change out of her pjs. Anyway, they drive for a while and Casca’s oddly silent, like she usually isn’t all that talkative but rn she’s just staring out at the road and the trees around them and just not saying anything. She’s got a real determined look but there’s still a light blush coloring her face, which Farnese notices. She doesn’t say anything immediately being caught up in the moment, but after a while she shakes off her trepidation and speaks up.
“So…what’s your angle?” She asks lightly, accompanied by a fidget in her seat to mask the wavering of her voice.
Casca just shakes her head, resting her elbow on the door and pressing a hand to her face. “No angle,” She says firmly, accompanied by a slight smirk and a squint. “I just figured you’d probably want out of that stuffy house. It smells like old people and you know it.”
Holding back a laugh, Farnese just raises an eyebrow, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Your truck smells like cows and dirt.”
“Yeah yeah, princess.” Waving a hand to ward off Farnese (who was poorly trying to hide how much she unironically liked being called princess), Casca falls silent again for a while before heaving a sigh and looking out the window, peering through the trees to their left. Outside it was reaching dusk, the sky turning shades of deep pink and orange, the sun low enough to look at without hurting your eyes. She didn’t have much daylight left. Working up some courage, Casca turns back to Farnese and speaks in a burst. “You wanna do something crazy?”
Letting out the laugh at that, Farnese pulls at her seat belt and leans forward to get a better look at Casca’s face. “Casca, I’ve already done two crazy things tonight, come outside at 8 o’clock at night and get in your raggedy-ass truck. What more do you want from me?“
“You’re insulting my girl now, you’re on thin ice, bitch!” Breaking out into her own fit of laughter, Casca pulls off temporarily onto a side road and lets the excitement play itself out. After a couple minutes of fun, she lets out a breath of finality and rests her arm on the steering wheel, about to give another snarky comment before pausing to admire the angelic form in the seat next to her. At that very angle, the low-hanging sun cut through Farnese’s hair like butter, giving her a golden glow that caught Casca entirely off-guard. “So, do y-” Her voice cracking, Casca quickly clears her throat and looks out the windshield, her lips pursed. “So. I’m being serious – do you wanna do something crazy, Farnese?” Punctuating her question by tapping on the dashboard, she twitches as Farnese snorts and starts laughing yet again.
“I-I, I’m s-orry, I just- I just can’t,” Grinning, Farnese kicks her legs as much as the confined space will allow and narrows her eyes at a very confused Casca. “I just can’t take you seriously when you look at me like that.” Sitting up straight and biting the middle of her lip, she flicks her eyes down and back up and nods, her eyebrows and shoulders bouncing in tandem. “Sure, let’s go do something fucking crazy.”
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Driving down the dirt roads she knows by heart, Casca feels a sickening warmth building in her body as they get closer and closer to her destination. As she pulls onto the glorified path that’ll lead them there, the warmth takes over her everything, her stomach clenching like a vice grip and her mind careening through space and time. Throwing the truck into park and turning off the lights, she closes her eyes for a brief moment and then turns to Farnese, leaning towards her briefly before kicking open her stuck door. “We’re here,” She whispers in a low, ominous tone, slamming the door back shut and shoving her hands into her pockets.
“Well we’re out in the boonies, aren’t we.” Farnese thinks out loud, slipping out of the truck and looking around with her hands on her hips.
Taking off at a steady pace down a walking trail, Casca shrugs. “We live in the midwest, it’s all the boonies, Farnese.” Pausing to let the girl catch up, she leans against a tree and looks down, a genuine smile on her face. “Yes…”
A little further down the trail is a natural picture frame focusing on a modest pond. Flicking her tongue out to wet her lips, Casca trots a bit further down to get a better look. There were several similar bodies of water in the area, all of which she’s very familiar with, but this was definitely the cleanest, and in her opinion, the prettiest. The sun is just peeking through the canopies of the trees across the pond and casting soft rusty images on the water. Tossing a nearby pebble into the pond, Casa smirks as the sun catches each ripple and tosses back the light.
“Swimming?” Resting a hand on Casca’s shoulder, Farnese uses her as a counterbalance and places her other hand on her knee, leaning down to get a better look at the water. “Swimming is the ‘crazy thing’? I can swim any time I want to, y’know.”
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment, Casca viciously fights her urge to falter or hesitate, trying to push every single negative scenario she’s considered out of her head. Everything rests on this one moment, and by God she’s determined to be stronger than her anxiety just this once. “Yeah, you can,” She murmurs, stepping back from Farnese and walking towards the water. “But,” She continues, her fingers sliding under the edge of her shirt. “You can’t just swim with me any time you want,” Pulling her shirt up and off, she tosses it to the side and tousels her hair, raising and eyebrow and tilting her head as she lets Farnese behold her in all her braless glory. “Now can you?”
FUCK. GAY. FUCK. GAY.
Her face immediately building a shade of dark crimson, Farnese stumbles over her words, stammering and helplessly waving her arms as her knees lock up and she sways like a reed in the wind. “I-eh-uh-I-I-ugmh?” Blinking, she knits up her eyebrows and gulps down her emotion (it’s a very big gulp), and Weakly smiles, the edges of her mouth moving like they’re attached to strings and a crazy puppeteer is controlling her every movement. “W-w…well, I, I uhm…I suppo…se…” Starting to trail off, she smacks her own cheeks and shapes up, mimicking Casca’s now very strained caricature of an expression. “No, I suppose I…can’t.”
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHITWHATTHEFUCKDIDIDOHOLYFUCKINGSHITOHMYGODJESUSWHAT
Suffering, Casca unbuttons her pants and steps out of them at world record speed and leaps into the pond from the tiny cliff overlooking it, poking the top of her head out of the water and staring at a frozen Farnese with a face so heated it could boil the water around her. “Well, uh, are you gonna come in or what?”
Freaking out for a second and letting out an eep of surprise, Farnese looks down into the water and processes that Casca must’ve moved while she was momentarily incapacitated and running on autopilot. “Y-yeAh I, am.” Stumbling around on the shore, she pulls at the fabric of her night dress and mutters expletives at it, turning around in a full circle before her trembling limbs are able to move out of it. Balling it up and throwing it to the side, she nods and moves to step in the pond, instead letting out a screech as she falls off the cliff and plummets three feet before splashing into the water.
Wading over to her, Casca reaches under and pulls Farnese up, shaking her head and smiling wide. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a mess Farnese.”
As Casca holds her limp form up by the arm, Farnese coughs out water and looks up at her through stuck together bangs, her mouth hanging open as pond water drips out. “Uh. Huh.” She mumbles weakly, getting her legs underneath herself and gripping onto Casca’s shoulders for support.
Tilting her head, Casca does what she can to fix Farnese’s soaked hair, preening it and getting it back out of her eyes. Her heartbeat from before coming back full-force, she takes a lock of golden hair in her fingers and smooths it back behind Farnese’s ear, using the motion to get away with cupping her cheek in her hand. “So, you…” Not able to get out any more than that, Casca trails off and narrows her eyes, slowly travelling them downward and admiring the pictures the waning daylight paints on Farnese’s damp body. Bringing her eyes gradually back up, she’s startled by the saucers staring back at her.
Her eyes wide open and her lips parted, Farnese is fixed on Casca’s face, the thudding in her chest sharing a rhythm with the other girl’s. Leaning in, Farnese closes her eyes tight and brings her mouth within a hair’s breadth of Casca’s. “Just fucking kiss me you idiot.” She quickly murmurs with a tone of desperation against Casca’s lips, her arms pinned between them as Casca heeds the request and bundles her up in the world’s tightest hug, their lips coming together to form the world’s most passionate kiss.
Breaking apart for a moment, Farnese opens her eyes wide again, breathing in Casca’s air like it’s a drug. With the body tremors appropriate of an addiction she didn’t know (or at least wouldn’t admit to) having, she shakily unclasps her fancy lace bra and leaves it to float. Continuing to stare, trance-like, at Casca’s face she leaps out of the water, wrapping her legs around Casca’s body and pressing her hands firmly on the other girl’s face as she goes back in to break the world record for the world’s most passionate kiss.
Holding Farnese up by reflex, Casca takes everything she gives her and multiplies it back. Taking a moment to step back into her head while she lets her body do its thing, she mentally looks up and thanks whatever deities might be out there, desperately thanking them for letting something go terribly right for once in a very long time.
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credit to @fullmetalnyuu