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“Let me.”
The two women sit face to face on Caitlyn’s bed. The sun is finally setting, albeit slowly, and casts a golden beam in the space between them. Vi, with her legs crossed under her, feels Caitlyn scooting closer on the bed. She sits, one leg curled under her and one hanging lazily off the bed, so close that their knees brush for just a moment as she settles.
Caitlyn takes Vi’s hand into her lap, gently. As if her bruised, bloodied flesh is the most precious thing she’s ever held.
Vi exhales slowly. Measured. She can hear her own blood rushing in her ears; her heart jumps into her throat as Caitlyn’s practiced fingers slip through the tangled fabric of her hand wrappings and make contact with her chapped palm. The enforcer’s hands are surprisingly soft, save for a well worn callus on each thumb and trigger finger. Vi notices the discoloration on her hands before she notices the textures against her own skin.
Ambidextrous? Vi thinks to herself. She quickly shuts her eyes, feeling her face flush at the thought. Behind her eyelids: not just one, but both of Caitlyn’s hands on her body. She swallows hard, squeezing her free hand into a tight fist.
Caitlyn seems to notice Vi’s discomfort. She pauses her work on Vi’s hand wrappings and hums an inquiring note. Vi opens her eyes, forces her face into a convincing smize, but Caitlyn’s eyes are knowing. The corner of her lips twitch into a tiny grin, just for a moment. Is that… mischief in her eyes? But her attention turns back to the wrappings and Vi reminds herself that Caitlyn cannot read minds, and she certainly isn’t interested in doing anything like that with her.
Vi watches her methodically untangle the off-white, well-worn fabric from her pale, freckled arms. As Caitlyn exposes more skin the dim bedroom lights, Vi almost pulls her arm away — it’s is too vulnerable, too gentle, too much. Almost. Instead, she steels herself, watches the process unfold.
The rhythmic, tidy unfurling moves towards Vi’s elbow, and she tries desperately to remain still in spite of the tickle of Caitlyn’s nails scraping against her as she pulls. Once the last piece of fabric falls away, she stretches her fingers, curls them against her palm. The freedom from those bonds feels good — like a breath of fresh air — but she had forgotten how many scars the wrappings covered.
Caitlyn’s gaze falls on her arm, and Vi feels it again. Vulnerable. She opens her mouth to explain — how life in the Lanes had hardened her, how she’d had her ass kicked and handed to her more times than she could count both in and out of prison, how she always seemed to bring knuckles to a knife fight — but before she could utter a single word, Caitlyn lays a cautious palm on her forearm and inhales slowly. Her eyes flick upwards to meet Vi’s gaze, holding it for just a moment before looking back down. There are no words needed; she understands.
Maybe she can read minds, after all.
“The other, please.”
Vi huffs a laugh, still finding Caitlyn’s posh accent unbelievable after the kinds of conversations they’ve had. She pulls her bare arm from under Caitlyn’s hand and extends the other arm, taking a deep breath.
No one had ever done this for her before… not since Vander. It is strange to watch someone care for her so meticulously, so selflessly. Caitlyn had thrown herself in harm’s way for Vi time and time again, but somehow this small act of intimacy felt more like love than anything the two of them had encountered before. Vi swallows again. Love?
Like a tree without sunlight, Vi’s understanding of love and family had not grown an inch inside her dark, concrete cell. For all she knew, this magnetic pull between the two of them was nothing more than a shared passion for a common cause. A mutual understanding of the way things were and how they should be. A misplaced trust that would bring them both to a bitter — and likely fatal — end. She wasn’t ready to face that, yet.
All she wanted now was to soak in these moments where she could find solace in another human being. Where intimacy was freely given and there were no monsters under the bed waiting to reach up and snatch them. Where she could forget, for a little while, the unholy world outside that had molded her into who she is now.
In her musings she didn’t realize Caitlyn had paused. Vi looks up, watching Caitlyn rub tiny circles into her palm. The pressure deepens, and Vi has to admit, it feels amazing. Her sore muscles begin to relax under Caitlyn’s tender hands.
“All this,” Vi teases, “just for little ole me?” Caitlyn smiles, eyes softening at her playful tone. The enforcer further deepens her massage, as if she’d taken the taunt as a challenge, causing Vi to tense in all the right places. She feels her cheeks get hot. Swallowing, Vi dons a tone of sincerity.
“You don’t have to do that, Cupcake,” she says quietly. Without thinking, she lets her head fall back and her eyes flutter closed as Caitlyn moves her fingers to Vi’s wrist, still covered in wrappings. She clenches her jaw to stifle a hum of satisfaction. Those hands… the thoughts come creeping back into her mind. She inhales sharply, furrowing her brow and thinking again, No. She’s just being —
“When was the last time someone took care of you, Vi?” Caitlyn’s voice is barely more than a whisper. Her fingers are suddenly still against Vi’s palm. The pink-haired woman lifts her head and watches Caitlyn draw her hand closer into her lap, eyes focused on the wrappings again, untying the frayed ends with care. Vi quirks a brow, confused. Her heart, still in her throat, thrums louder.
“I’ve never thought about it,” Vi says dismissively, flexing her fingers and interrupting Caitlyn’s work. Caitlyn’s gaze moves upwards, over Vi’s chest and up to her mouth. Their eyes meet. The enforcer looks down quickly, her face flush. What was that? She opens her mouth again to speak, then closes it.
Caitlyn picks at the frayed fabric thoughtfully. The silence in the room is deafening. Vi is suddenly aware of every nerve ending in her body, from her toes to her scalp. She knows Caitlyn can feel her pulse too, right at the surface of her skin, threatening to burst out of her body. God, why did she have to be so hot? And so… sweet?
“You spend every waking moment fretting about other people,” Caitlyn murmurs, laying one hand flat on top of Vi’s and the other below, “I just thought…” Her dark hair falls in front of her face, shielding her expression from Vi’s view.
Again, Vi doesn’t think before she moves. She reaches out and tenderly tucks Caitlyn’s hair behind her ear. Her hand lingers on the other woman’s face. Breathlessly, her index finger traces the sharp edge of her cheek down to her jaw. Caitlyn tenses, her eyes flashing with an unfamiliar emotion. Vi panics, starts to pull her hand away.
“I’m s—“
“Vi,” They speak at the same time, Caitlyn a little louder. She grips Vi’s hand in her lap tightly. “You know that I…” she pauses, lips parted for just a moment, just long enough for Vi’s imagination to run wild. Her pink, pouting lips, her plush tongue, that goddamn gap between her teeth… those long, practiced fingers. Fuck.
“You know that I care about you?” It comes out as a question, but the look in her eyes is certain. Caitlyn is saying the words she’s longed to hear since she felt the air leave her lungs that first time they brushed hands, the first time they looked into each other’s eyes and saw something more than their own reflections. Vi swallows.
“I know.” With all of the feeling she can muster, struggling to breathe, she squeezes Caitlyn’s hand back. And like a flare, something within Caitlyn ignites.
Her lips curl upwards, ever so slightly. Maintaining eye contact, she pulls on Vi’s wrappings in earnest, bringing her hand up towards her chest. Her posture changes, her face flushes. There’s something in her eyes too, peering into Vi’s soul, half-lidded.
“Do you trust me?”
In what world would I ever trust someone like you? Vi wants to reply. But she holds her tongue.
“Yes.”
Vi notices Caitlyn’s knee is touching hers now, that both of her long legs have snaked their way under her body and she’s sitting on her heels. This position gives her a little more height over Vi, not that she needed it before, and it’s giving Vi an amazing view of Caitlyn’s top half. Vi closes her eyes again so as not to stare. She will not allow herself to ruin this sentimental moment with how turned on she was.
“Let me take care of you, Violet.”
Vi feels an unfamiliar warmth on her thumb. A wet heat sends shivers down her arm and into her spine. She opens her eyes to see her wrappings undone and her thumb in Caitlyn’s mouth, pressed between soft, pink lips.
Oh.
Under long, dark eyelashes Caitlyn is looking at her like she wants to eat her alive. Vi thinks she may be hallucinating. Is it possible to misinterpret what is happening right now? Is it possible that Caitlyn has wanted the same thing from the start?
Caitlyn slowly pulls Vi’s thumb from her mouth and runs it down the length of her tongue. Without breaking eye contact, she twists Vi’s hand and takes her two middle fingers into her mouth, curling her tongue over them and gently sucking her knuckles.
Oh shit.
She can’t hold herself back. Vi rocks forward, pulling her hands away from Caitlyn’s mouth and shoving them into her thick, blue hair. Their lips meet in the middle, teeth clacking, mouths already wide open and desperate for the other’s taste. Caitlyn’s hands were already tugging on Vi’s hair, knees spreading to effortlessly slip into the smaller woman’s lap. The weight of her ass on Vi’s thighs was enough to make her blood rush south and her throat to let out a high-pitched whine.
She can feel Caitlyn smiling against her rough, manic kisses. Vi licks her way into Caitlyn’s mouth, meeting her tongue and tasting the slick heat within. Vi’s hands move downwards, cupping Caitlyn’s breasts and then down her sides, already overwhelmed with the possibilities.
Caitlyn’s hands were already rucking up her sweatshirt, desperately searching for skin to skin contact. Vi pulls away, placing a hand over Caitlyn’s to stop her. She’s more out of breath than she expected. Caitlyn’s eyes are wild, her hair tousled from Vi’s greedy fingers.
“I haven’t,” Vi gasps out, “I mean,” she huffs a beat of laughter.
“Yes?” Caitlyn’s impatient fingers drum against her belt, her eyes moving from Vi’s eyes to her mouth, back up to her eyes, then down to her belt again.
“It’s been a while, Cupcake,” Vi says quietly, reaching up with one hand to hold the other woman’s chin. It’s embarrassing, and a little painful to admit. She wants to take it slow, savor every detail of this tryst. She doesn’t want to disappoint the one person she’s been pining for. Caitlyn’s attention snaps to Vi’s eyes. She furrows her brow and it’s so damn cute.
“How long?” she asks, her hands coming up to rest on Vi’s sternum. They both take a beat to catch their breath.
“Since someone’s taken care of me?” Vi laughs. Caitlyn’s face goes red. She leans in and buries her face in Vi’s neck, tracing a mindless pattern on her chest, moving to her shoulders and then her back. Vi can almost smell Caitlyn’s arousal, and she can feel it, too, in the warmth against her thighs. “Well, I didn’t get much in prison.”
“Really?” Caitlyn sits up, hands now resting on her shoulders. She looks confused, almost conflicted. Vi tenses.
“Yeah, I guess… you shocked?”
Caitlyn bites her bottom lip, “I suppose… I mean, an attractive woman like yourself… you practically bleed sex appeal.” She traces a finger along Vi’s bottom lip, wetting her own with her tongue.
Vi squeezes her sides gently in anticipation. “Yeah?” she jeers as she cocks her head to the side. Caitlyn shifts her weight. Vi lowers her voice. “You want me, Cupcake?”
Caitlyn brings her hands to the sides of Vi’s face. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She leans down to kiss her, carefully at first but deeper and harder as the moment passes. Vi tilts her jaw to meet her intensity, her hands wandering back up to Caitlyn’s breasts and lightly running her thumbs over them. Vi gets a gasp out of the taller woman and feels her start to grind her hips against her lap. It already feels so good, she thinks it’s not going to be very long until she comes undone.
Vi can feel Caitlyn’s hands slipping under her sweatshirt, her warm fingerpads smoothing across her abdomen with a determined force. Vi shivers and reaches for the front of Caitlyn’s corset, fingers fumbling for a few precious moments before —
“Why the fuck are there so many buckles?” she swears under her breath, feeling Caitlyn arch her back and pause her grinding motion with a laugh.
“I’ll take care of it, Vi,” she reaches down and expertly unhinges each buckle, rushing as fast as she possibly can to shed her outer layers. The desperation on her face, the hunger, feeds the ache deep in Vi’s belly. As the leather falls to the floor, Vi moves in with her mouth, pushing up Caitlyn’s white blouse and painting her stomach with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.
Caitlyn gasps, making quick work of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She arches her back, pushing her rib cage towards Vi who is happy to bury her teeth and tongue into the woman’s tender, porcelain skin.
“Leave a mark,” Caitlyn growls, running her hands over the back of Vi’s head, searching for something to grip as she grinds down into Vi’s lap.
“So demanding…” Jesus Christ. Vi makes the mistake of turning her eyes upwards to see Caitlyn’s eyes shut tight and only her bra in the way of an even more sacred path for her tongue to take. Her jaw slackens for a second as her eyes take it all in. Caitlyn Kiramman losing her mind over Vi, a nameless, penniless piece of shit from the undercity. Just then, the way her fingernails dig into Vi’s scalp is more than just erotic — it’s euphoric.
Vi bites down hard on Caitlyn’s skin, lapping the mark with her tongue and sucking hard. The taller woman hisses in pain — or ecstasy, Vi’s not sure which — and tugs Vi’s hair in the neediest, sexiest way. Vi’s mouth moves upwards, her tongue moving slowly and intentionally up her sternum and right under her bra. Her fingers move up Caitlyn’s body, reaching behind her shoulder blades to unclip her bra and tug it off of her. Caitlyn shimmies the garment off and shakes her hair out of the way.
Vi feels her mouth watering with anticipation as she gently pulls Caitlyn down, hands on her back, so she can have better access. “Fuck,” Vi breathes as she thumbs Caitlyn’s pert, swollen nipples, feeling her thighs tense around her. Caitlyn’s hands fall to Vi’s collar, her fingers bury themselves in the fabric while she tries to maintain control of her body. Vi experimentally palms one of her breasts and squeezes, placing her open mouth over the other and breathing hot air against the sensitive skin.
“Put your mouth on me,” Caitlyn moans, her fistful of Vi’s shirt tightening around Vi’s throat. If she wasn’t already soaked through her underwear, the sound of Caitlyn’s strained words combined with the pressure on her neck would definitely get her there. Vi takes one nipple into her mouth, pressing the flat of her tongue against it and drawing slow circles around it. “Faster,” Caitlyn says, gasping, “harder.”
The pink-haired woman obeys, tightening her lips and scraping her teeth against the areola, humming along as Caitlyn starts to grind against her again — almost uncontrollably. She switches to the other nipple, seeing a hickey already forming on the other as she bites and tugs and licks faster, harder. Caitlyn lets out a low-pitched moan as her hands move from the back of Vi’s head back down to her buckle.
Vi pulls away as Caitlyn regains some control, looking down now with a furrowed brow at Vi’s clothes. She yanks Vi’s sweatshirt up and over her head, and suddenly Vi’s bare body is met with the cool night air. She feels gooseflesh forming on her stomach and arms as Caitlyn reverently gazes down at her body.
She freezes. Caitlyn traces her tattoo with a finger, all the way from her head to her palm then back up to her cheek. Vi swallows, not sure if the shivers wracking her body are from the sudden change in temperature or from the anxiety.
“You’re a work of art,” Caitlyn whispers, planting a kiss on her cheek, dragging her bruised lips down to Vi’s throat. Her hand follows, thumb grazing her jugular vein. Though she still has her pants and bra on, Vi feels totally naked underneath her, exposed. Caitlyn’s hand wraps around her throat, fingers brushing her jawline and pressing against her pulse. “I’d like to ruin you,” Caitlyn whispers, hot breath dancing along her ear, “if you’ll let me.”
Vi’s eyelids flutter closed. She breathes in, and then out, deeply. She could come right there, from just those words. Simply from the thought of Caitlyn following through.
She feels Caitlyn easing her down onto the bed. The mattress meets her at her back, pillows beneath her head, a hand still on her throat and a mouth lingering at her ear. Caitlyn’s thighs feel even heavier in this position, straddling her hips, bringing their cores that much closer. She feels every ounce of self control leaving her body, every ounce of autonomy slipping between her parted lips and into the air. It feels good to lose control sometimes.
“Do you trust me?” comes Caitlyn’s near-silent question.
“Yes.”
Caitlyn’s breasts brush against her bare skin, lighting it aflame.
“Do you want me?”
Vi chokes out a laugh. “Yes,” she murmurs, “since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Caitlyn tightens her hand around her throat, presses her open mouth against the side of her neck with a grin.
Vi takes a breath, noticing the room is dark now. The sun has fallen beneath the horizon, and Caitlyn’s skin no longer glows with a radiant golden hue. No, beneath her unmarred, uncharted body, Vi can see that she’s an iridescent, breathtaking blue. She can’t believe only minutes ago they were discussing childhood aspirations and now… now she is opening her soul to someone she barely knows, but somehow completely understands.
“What do you want?” Caitlyn asks, running her hands down Vi’s body and settling them on her belly. Vi rests her hands on Cait’s thighs, tracing circles just under the hems of her skirts.
“You.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes. Vi smirks.
“On or off?” Caitlyn places a hand on her bra. Vi thinks for a moment.
“On.” She nods her chin towards her abdomen. “Belt can come off, pants stay on. I’m not…”
“Understood,” Caitlyn replies quickly, ever-efficient. “Anything else?”
“What’s on the menu?” A wolfish grin spreads across her face, making her cheeks grow even hotter. Caitlyn leans back and smacks Vi’s calf with an open palm.
“Violet, be serious.”
Vi narrows her eyes, tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. She looks Caitlyn up and down, admiring her own handiwork as bright red and purple blemishes surface on the woman’s skin. And the way the street lights shine on the damp surface of her nipples sends shivers down Vi’s thighs. “You have such amazing tits—“
Caitlyn smacks her again, this time on the cheek. Vi opens her mouth in protest, but Caitlyn grabs her chin with her hand and fixes her face forward. The sting of her slap and her stern look make Vi extremely aware of the throbbing in her underwear at this very moment.
“I want you,” Vi says slowly, noticing the quivering of Caitlyn’s thighs, the need in her eyes, “to fuck me,” her voice is hoarse, needy, her hands reaching up to dig into Caitlyn’s hips, “with your fingers.” Caitlyn’s thighs give another subtle shake, as if imagining what was about to unfold was already sending tremors through her body. “And I want you,” Vi whispers now, “to be in charge.”
A flame burns behind Caitlyn’s eyes. Her hand moves back down to Vi’s throat, tensing up and pushing her jaw forward to expose more of her most vulnerable area. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands.” Caitlyn whispers, just before pressing her mouth down on Vi’s shoulder and brushing her teeth against Vi’s skin.
Somehow without her noticing, Caitlyn’s free hand has ventured down to her belt, where she’s already started undoing the buckle with startling ease. Caitlyn’s mouth moves down to her chest, gently licking and biting at every turn. One of Vi’s hands grasps the pillows under her head while the other reaches for her beltline.
Caitlyn swats her hand away, “Ah, ah, ah,” she chides. Vi presses her palm to the mattress and gathers sheets in her hand as Caitlyn tugs her belt out of its loops, tossing it aside. Caitlyn’s leaves boiling kisses along her abdomen, teeth tugging at the sensitive skin under her belly button as she pushes her pants down just enough to reach under the band and push her palm against Vi’s aching cunt through the thin fabric of her undergarment.
“Fuck, baby,” Vi gasps, arching her back into the too-light pressure. Her voice cracks, another small whine escaping her as she writhes beneath the enforcer. Vi’s eyes, previously slammed shut, open wide to watch Caitlyn press one hand on her shoulder to hold her down and the other under her clothes, moving her palm in slow circles against her soaking wet center.
She has never once felt so hot in her life. As if the room was suddenly full of steam. As if her fever had broken and a cool glass of water was just out of reach. As if the bed beneath her was a burning oven and she’d just been delicately, lovingly, placed inside to burn.
“You’re so wet for me,” Caitlyn purrs. She fucking purrs. Vi bites her tongue, testing herself to see if this is some magical wet dream she’s having or if this is reality. She tastes copper in her mouth and comes to the startling realization that this is in fact all real life. She’s being topped by a fucking topsider and she’s never felt better about any choice she’s ever made in her entire life.
“You get off on this, huh?” Vi huffs, tensing her abdomen and sucking in a breath to keep from falling over the edge into orgasm after an embarrassingly short amount of contact. “You like making girls feel helpless?” She hopes taunting Caitlyn may give the blue-haired woman pause, give Vi a moment to take a breath before allowing herself to experience just how good she is with her hands.
But Caitlyn moves her hand up, quickly pushing under the band of Vi’s underwear, past a mound of soft, curly hair, and pressing her fingers against her dripping folds. Not what Vi had expected, but not unwelcome either. No experimental handjobs or quickies in the shower with a fellow inmate at Stillwater had ever felt anything like this before. This woman, this friction, this moment was all a taste of heaven.
“Oh, fuck me.” A string of profanities pass through Vi’s gritted teeth as Caitlyn begins running two fingers up and down her entrance, teasing her clitoris with brief contact here and there.
“I am,” Caitlyn leans in, planting a heated kiss on Vi’s solar plexus, making eye contact with the woman and continuing her ministrations.
“Fuck you,” Vi hisses, wondering at Caitlyn’s ability to command her brain and body.
Caitlyn’s hand moves from her shoulder to her throat, pushing down sharply and taking Vi’s breath right out of her mouth. “You’ll get your chance.”
Vi feels her eyes roll backwards into her skull as Caitlyn kisses her again on her jawline and gets to work with her other hand. She pushes two fingers into Vi, starts with a slow, methodical rhythm not unlike the one she used to massage her battered hands only minutes before. Vi grits her teeth and tightens her grip on the bed linens. Caitlyn begins to move faster, harder, pressing the butt of her palm against Vi’s public bone and forcing friction against her clit.
It feels so good she forgets where she is, whose bed she’s lying on, why she’s here. All she can think about it Caitlyn’s fingers fucking her, untangling her from the inside out, her tits bouncing with the motion of her hand, her eyes taking note of Vi’s every move and sound.
Vi can hear herself panting, whining, moaning. God, how is she doing this to me? The tension in her lower body starts to build; she can feel it coming. Her fingers curl, her legs start to shake. Her mouth opens wide as she presses her cheek against the pillow. It’s all she can do to steady her breath and push her wanting cunt against Caitlyn’s hand.
But the rhythm slows down, the friction vanishes, and Vi opens her eyes to see Caitlyn watching her closely, her own chest heaving breaths in and out in desperation. Is she getting off just watching me? Her cheeks feel damp against the night air, sweat beading on her forehead as she bites her lip. Vi arches her back, pushing Caitlyn’s fingers back inside.
“Beg for it.” Caitlyn says, voice low. Her hand stays still, fingers half inside of Vi and half out.
“Fuck you,” Vi whines again, throwing her head back and reaching one hand down herself. Just a few more seconds and she’ll be done. But Caitlyn stops her, pinning her hand against the bed with her own.
“Beg for it, Violet.”
Vi squirms underneath her, realizing it’s futile to try to wrestle for control. Despite being physically stronger and more practiced with hand to hand combat, she has a feeling Caitlyn’s been here before and knows how to keep Vi in her place. And somehow that makes this even hotter than it already is. She asked for this, and it’s going to feel so good when it finally hits her if Caitlyn is the one giving it to her.
“Please,” Vi grunts.
“Please what?”
Vi groans, pushing herself against Caitlyn’s hand again, trying to recreate that grinding motion from before. “Baby, I’m so close, please.”
“Please what?” Caitlyn starts to draw her hand away entirely, and the moisture on her body starts to cool. Vi can feel her impending orgasm fading into the darkness, and she sacrifices all pride to get what she wants, what she needs.
“Please fuck me, Caitlyn.” Vi moans, and without missing a beat Caitlyn pushes back inside, curling her fingers and hastening her pace. Her other hand lifts from Vi’s hand and thumbs her clit in fast, circular motions. The two rhythms resonate in perfect, delicious harmony and Vi feels the white hot wave of an orgasm cresting at her center after a few uninterrupted strokes.
She cries out through gritted teeth when it finally crashes over her, sending shockwaves through her body. She grips the bed as it moves over her like water, reaching every muscle, nerve-ending, molecule inside of her. Vi bathes in the feeling of ecstasy as Caitlyn slows her pace and peppers feather-light kisses down her belly. Vi twitches, breathing in the afterglow and crossing her arms over her face. Caitlyn slowly pulls out, wiping her damp hands on her own skirt and moving her way up Vi’s body.
She folds her arms atop Vi’s chest and gazes at her contentedly. Vi peeks through a gap in her arms at Caitlin’s smug expression.
“Fuck you.” Vi says hoarsely.
Caitlyn reaches up and brushes the hair out of her eyes. “I’d like that,” she says, “if you’re up for it.” She begins to trace a mindless pattern on Vi’s clavicle as the pink-haired woman’s muscles finally unfurl and she regains her breath.
“Like I said,” Vi breathes nervously, hands running from Caitlyn’s bare shoulders down to her waist, “it’s been a while, but…” Vi inhales.
With one swift motion, she flips Caitlyn onto her back and straddles her, hands still pressed firmly to her hips. Caitlyn lets out a small “Oh!” in the air, and begins to snicker. Vi lets out a cocky laugh, proud that her move had impressed the other woman. For a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes, breathing in each other’s joy. Vi’s heart swells inside her chest.
Maybe it’s the fresh scent of sex on her clothes, or the newness of this intimacy between them. Or maybe it’s the realization that soon this will end, creeping up her spine and into the base of her skull. But something makes her want to stay here, in this room, with this girl, forever. Caitlyn was unexpected: her confidence, her drive, her tenderness. Vi has never met anyone like her before. Despite their obvious differences — street rat and city slicker, aristocrat of Piltover and child of Zaun — Vi can see herself in Caitlyn… Vi can see a future in Caitlyn.
Her thumbs draw little lines, back and forth, against Caitlyn’s jutting hip bones. Once again, Vi is shocked by the woman’s supple skin. But a life of privilege earns frailty and encourages things like self care. Caitlyn isn’t weak, but she’s never felt the tug of a blade against her cheek, or knuckles pushing so hard into her stomach she could feel her organs rearranging. She’s never spit up blood, still tasting the impact of someone else’s fury.
No, Caitlyn had been protected from the evils of their world… but she’s learning. She’s adaptable, eager to integrate. Vi bites her bottom lip.
She shakes her head, thoughts of any time before or beyond the one still at her fingertips falling from her mind and into the shadows of the room. The moon is beating against the window panes, soaking Caitlyn’s face in a shimmering, cool purple glow. Her blue eyes are almost gray against the moon’s light, still as sharp as ever, focused intently on Vi’s own eyes, her movements. Vi vaguely remembers a story from Vander about some ancient land’s mythology, about goddesses of harvest, fertility, and the hunt.
Looking down on Caitlyn was the closest she had ever, and would ever, come to believing in a god.
Caitlyn arches her back upwards, brings her hands to her tangled blue hair and turns her head to watch Vi out of the side of her eye. She smirks. The motion pulls Vi from her reverie and whisks her back into the present.
Vi’s eyes unabashedly train on the curve of her breasts, the way her muscles ripple as she settles into the bed. It was as if she’d been waiting to get underneath Vi the entire night, the way she sinks into the mattress and ogles Vi from below.
“You like what you see?” the enforcer asks playfully, glancing down at the rise and fall of her own chest and absolutely taking note of the way Vi’s lips part involuntarily.
Am I drooling? Vi feels her entire upper half flush. Somehow, even from this position, Caitlyn is still the predator and Vi the prey. The thought sends a sudden jolt down to her pelvis. Vi bites the inside of her cheek, focusing all thoughts, feelings, senses on Caitlyn. She narrows her eyes, splays her hands over Caitlyn’s ribcage, making the woman squirm.
“Yeah,” is all Vi can utter as she leans down, pressing her open mouth between Caitlyn’s breasts, pushing her tongue against her salty skin. “Tell me what you want, baby.” Vi feels Caitlyn tense beneath her as her hands move upwards, thumbs gingerly brushing over her nipples.
Caitlyn starts to move her hips, just like she did at the very start of this venture. Vi pushes up and away from Caitlyn, causing the Kiramman to whine in protest. She was obviously enjoying that, Vi thinks, pleased with herself. Before Caitlyn can voice her frustration, she presses her hands to either side of her and shifts her legs, sliding one knee between Caitlyn’s legs and the other to her side. Vi looks up into Caitlyn’s eyes as she applies pressure to Caitlyn’s groin.
A barely-audible gasp darts from between Caitlyn’s lips as she throws her head back. Vi feels Caitlyn’s hands come up to her forearms and squeeze tightly. Vi cranes her neck, mouthing against Caitlyn’s exposed neck.
“I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth.”
She kisses her with a wet smack, then presses down with her teeth. Caitlyn’s grip on her arms tightens. Vi’s mouth moves over her throat, warm breath ghosting over her skin and causing a ripple of gooseflesh down Caitlyn’s body.
“I don’t care,” Caitlyn sighs, eyes shut tight. Vi can feel her pulse through her skin, the tempo of her heart matching Vi’s beat for beat. “I just want you.” Caitlyn begins to grind against Vi's leg in earnest, hands coming to the tattooed woman’s neck and caressing her just behind her ears.
Vi’s resolve comes undone. She pushes her knee against Caitlyn, harder, forcing a grinding motion with her own hips and taking one of Caitlyn’s nipples into her mouth. The way that Caitlyn writhes underneath her, the way she moans when her mouth is on her, makes Vi think she’ll be ready for round two very soon.
Caitlyn’s moans reverberate through the room, bouncing off the walls and straight into Vi’s bones. With a shudder, she slowly begins to tongue her way down Caitlyn’s body, paying special attention to each nipple with an unyielding intensity.
Soon, she sits on her heels at the foot of the bed, savoring the taste of sweat and sex down Caitlyn’s body. As her face follows the previously uncharted trail downwards to Caitlyn’s beltline, Vi hooks her fingers under her skirt’s waistband and begins to tug the garment downwards. She lets out a groan of her own at the way Caitlyn’s legs become so pliable so easily under her touch.
Vi places her hands on Caitlyn’s knees, gently pushing her legs apart until she’s face to face with her glistening, swollen cunt.
“Fuck, even your pussy is beautiful.” Vi shakes her head with feigned exasperation.
There’s minimal hair, very obviously groomed for this type of occasion. Given the timeline of their accompliceship, this level of maintenance could mean Caitlyn may have been recently romantically entangled with another… The woman was definitely full of surprises. The thought of Caitlyn with someone else is equally as annoying as it is sexy.
Vi quickly tosses the skirt aside and tears off the woman’s stockings with an almost hateful intensity. The faster she could have Caitlyn totally exposed beneath her, the better.
“What?” comes Caitlyn’s delayed response. She picks her head up, her knees moving towards each other self-consciously. Vi’s eyes widen in panic.
“Nothing,” she places her hands on Caitlyn’s knees, hoping to keep them open, “you’re just fucking magnificent.” Caitlyn’s head flops back onto the mattress, one hand coming to cover her face and the other tightening its grip on her sheets.
“Not compared to you,” Caitlyn remarks, and Vi’s jaw drops.
She shakes her head. “Cupcake,” Vi’s hands slide up her thighs towards her core, “you have no idea how hot you are.” She kisses one thigh, then the other. Her mouth makes its way even close to its target.
Vi can already feel her abdomen fatiguing from the position. She shifts backward, slipping into a shit-eating grin at the sound of Caitlyn’s frustrated sigh as the warmth of Vi’s body leaves her again for just a second. Vi’s feet, then knees hit the floor, and her hands reach up onto the bed to pull Caitlyn down to the edge with one sharp motion.
The blue-haired woman yelps, her pelvis now sitting at the very end of the bed, legs dangling over the side and Vi’s mouth breathing hot air onto her slit from an inch away. Vi slides her hands up Caitlyn’s legs and under her ass, using her body as an anchor as she plants a kiss on the junction between Caitlyn’s hip and thigh.
“You could have warned me,” Caitlyn growls, both hands now covering her face.
“It’s a better angle,” Vi says innocently, moving to the other side. She drags the point of her tongue up the right side of her outer lip, causing Caitlyn’s hips to tilt in a sharp upward angle.
“Don’t make me beg for it,” Caitlyn growls again. God, that voice. Vi’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her fingers digging deeper into the other woman’s ass. She blushes, realizing her pace is making her seem like a tease.
Vi moves away from her position one last time to reach for and nestle a pillow under Caitlyn’s hips. She then places her hands on Caitlyn’s calves and kisses her thigh with fervor. She has to admit, it’s a bit intimidating to be in this position, going down on the woman who had just given her the best orgasm of her life, who she can’t help but fantasize about almost every waking minute of the day.
“Pull my hair, it’ll keep it out of my face,” she says, and Caitlyn quickly complies. The enforcer’s deft fingers claw their way into Vi’s thick hair, pulling with just enough pressure to keep Vi’s own level of arousal heightened, but gentle enough that she still had a full range of necessary motion.
She takes a deep breath in. It’s like a bicycle, Vi, she tells herself, you don’t forget how to eat pussy.
Vi presses the flat of her tongue against Caitlyn’s folds and oh fuck she’s wetter than Vi thought and she tastes so fucking good. She can feel Caitlyn’s thighs tense, and she can barely hear Caitlyn’s gasp over the sound of her blood roaring in her ears. She takes one hand and runs her fingers up the length of Caitlyn’s lips, her mouth watering at the sounds coming from the woman’s mouth from higher up on the bed. Her fingers scissor Caitlyn’s folds, massaging her opening with slow, uncoordinated fondling.
Vi continues her broad motions as she kisses the apex of Caitlyn’s mound, mouth moving to hone in on Caitlyn’s already red and swollen clit. She gives it a few experimental licks, eyes peering over Caitlyn’s body to read her expression. Everything she’s doing seems to be sending Caitlyn further and further down the rabbit hole, chasing a high, so she continues the same motions for another moment.
“Violet…” Caitlyn moans. The sound of her name energizes Vi, sends a warmth deep into the pit of her stomach.
Once she feels like she’s falling into a steady pace, she removes her hand and grips both of Caitlyn’s thighs as she licks the full length of her increasingly hot, wet cunt. She can feel Caitlyn’s grip on her hair tighten, causing her to quiver with anticipation. Vi makes an “o” shape with her lips, pressing firmly against Caitlyn’s lips. Her tongue makes large, sweeping circles around her clit and she brings her fingers up to tease her entrance with concerted, back and forth strokes.
“Yes… yes, that.” Caitlyn’s thighs spread even wider, her calves pushing against the side of the bed. Vi quickens her tongue’s pace, tightening her lips to form suction. Caitlyn lets loose what sounds like a cross between a sigh and a whine, her nails digging into Vi’s scalp as she edges closer and closer to release.
The slickness of her cunt provides easy passage for two of Vi’s fingers inside of her, which adds another dimension to the motions. Vi bears down, sucks her clit with avidity and uses her jaw to power deeper motion with her tongue. She knows Caitlyn’s close by the increasing ferocity of her heartbeat and the fierce heat pulsing from her folds. Vi closes her eyes, smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing the woman climbing a crescendo of pleasure.
Fuck. Vi can feel a wave cresting at her center. She didn’t realize how much going down on Caitlyn had affected her. She shoves her free hand in her pants and hastily begins to touch herself.
Without losing focus, her fingers curl inside the woman, and with only a few pumps Caitlyn’s hands snap to her face, palms covering her mouth to stifle a cry. Her walls clench around Vi’s fingers, her hips thrust against Vi’s mouth, her heels dig into the bed as she shudders erratically. It seems like Caitlyn’s soul leaves her body at the height of her orgasm, rejecting the overwhelming orchestra of sensations and fleeing to another world for the span of a heartbeat. It may just be the most breath-taking thing Vi has ever witnessed.
Vi doesn’t stop.
Vi thrusts her fingers in and out, moves her tongue even faster and harder directly against Caitlyn’s clit.
“Vi!” Caitlyn gasps, biting down on her hand and involuntarily grinding her hips against Vi’s mouth and fingers. Vi can’t speak right now, but there are plenty of things she’d like to say. Mostly that she likes hearing the sound of her own name on Caitlyn’s tongue when she comes because…
All at once it happens again: Caitlyn’s entrance clamps down tight on Vi’s fingers, her spine arches high off the bed, her hands are unable to stifle the gutteral sound coming from her mouth. Vi feels the wave of her own orgasm crashing against her, and she slows her motions to feel it pass through her body. Nothing she can do to herself will feel as good as what Caitlyn could, but the release is absolutely a welcome sensation.
She kisses Caitlyn’s vulva once more as she slowly, carefully pulls her fingers out and wipes them on the discarded skirt a few inches away. Caitlyn lies on the bed, limp, breathing still rapid and hands still holding her mouth shut.
Vi licks her lips, humming delightedly at the taste of Caitlyn still in her mouth, and settles onto the floor. Her finger traces a line from Caitlyn’s thigh to her ankle, then back up, savoring the warmth of her skin and the smell of sex hanging low in the air.
“You alright?” Vi laughs quietly. “I think you might have woken some people up with that last—“
“Shhh…” Caitlyn slowly comes to life, dragging herself up the bed and stretching her legs. Vi takes this as a cue to move up onto the bed with her, laying on her back with her arms crossed under her head. Caitlyn’s eyes are closed, her hair in total disarray, and her cheeks still burning a deep red hue. She turns her body towards Vi, wrapping her arm around her chest and throwing a leg over her waist.
Vi brings one hand to rest on the small of her back, her thumb running back and forth along her spine. The warmth of Caitlyn’s body on top of hers is intoxicating. She allows her eyes to close, feeling the weight of her exhaustion finally consume her.
“Don’t go to sleep,” Caitlyn whispers, her hand coming up to caress Vi’s cheek.
“Nah,” Vi whispers back, feeling the pull of unconsciousness tugging her into the darkness behind her eyelids.
“Violet.” Vi opens her eyes to see Caitlyn peering up at her with a soft smile. “I…”
Vi stiffens. She already felt like she was crazy — she’d practically manifested sex with Caitlyn with her longing stares and very detailed, very frequent fantasies. She refuses to believe Caitlyn would voice her feelings like this, feelings, Vi reminded herself, that she didn’t even know Caitlyn had. She swallows.
“I’m so glad we met.” Caitlyn whispers, her thumb resting on Vi’s bottom lip. Vi slowly, softly cranes her neck and brushes her lips against Caitlyn’s. Caitlyn’s hand holds her face firmly in place as she kisses her back intensely, emotionally, devotedly. Vi furrows her brows. She could live in this kiss, this one kiss, for the rest of her life.
But she has to come up for air.
With a sharp inhalation, Vi extracts herself from Caitlyn’s kiss, her grip. She shifts off of the bed, tip-toeing her way towards the bathroom. It’s hard to look back at Caitlyn, sprawled out on the bed, still naked and swimming in moon beams.
“Let’s take a shower, baby.” Vi murmurs. Caitlyn inhales too, thinks for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, and slowly makes her way off the bed and towards Vi. She passes her in the doorway, planting a quick kiss on her cheek that makes Vi’s stomach fill with firelights. She watches Caitlyn move across the room, reach into the lush shower, and push a lever to turn on the water.
The showerhead sprays out water like an early spring rain. Vi can’t help but to gawk at the luxury. Caitlyn looks over her shoulder and nods, beckoning Vi into the stall. The pink-haired woman steps into the bathroom and slowly begins to shed her clothes. She’s suddenly very thankful for the nightfall; she doesn’t want to expose herself to Caitlyn, she doesn’t want to explain every scar, freckle, and blemish… at least, not right now. She’s just not ready for that type of trust, yet.
As long as Caitlyn is giving her that yearning, passionate look, though, she knows that the day will come eventually.
Once she’s fully undressed, Vi follows Caitlyn into the shower stall and presses a chaste kiss to her shoulder. Another annoying, yet extremely sexy thing about her: her height. Caitlyn smiles at the contact, reaching up to adjust the shower stream so the water falls on both of them. Vi shivers in spite of the heat. The consistent pressure, the temperature, the space all feel so wrong. It doesn’t feel like home at all.
But somehow, with Caitlyn there it doesn’t matter. She’s safe, cocooned in something secret and sacred. She shuts her eyes and pushes her face into the stream, wiping her face and carding through her hair with her fingers.
She bumps into Caitlyn, presumably doing the same thing, and they both still. They stand, chest to chest in the warm, cascading water. Eyes closed, heart open, Vi feels as free as she ever has standing next to her. There’s something stirring in both of their chests, but neither says a word. I’m totally fucked, Vi thinks.
She almost laughs, just to break the tension.
“Thanks for taking care of me, Cupcake.” She blinks one eye open to see Caitlyn’s reaction to her joke. The taller woman barely cracks a smirk.
“Oh, shut up.”