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Vi tugs at the collar of her enforcer uniform, hating the damn thing, but Caitlyn insists it builds trust within the Council and gives her credibility. It takes some work, but the lapels that are designed to lay flat eventually pop up, and the uniform feels a little less stiff. Still, it’s difficult to recognize herself in it, and she only wears it on the infrequent occasion she has to give a report.
She arrived to the Council chambers early, well before the Councilmembers will arrive. She’s been doing this for months, but despite her demeanor and growing confidence in this arena, she can’t help but remember the first time she was here, imploring people who didn’t give a shit, for help. She felt so *small*, so ignored, and Vi refuses to be in a situation where she can be made to feel that again. Her voice is stronger now, demands backed by evidence and facts that are impossible to deny. It doesn’t hurt that Caitlyn is on the Council now too, and consistently backs her. It draws some ill-will from the other Councilmembers, but when their data and results speak for themselves, even the most ardent dissenter has to admit their methods work.
Vi is going over the notecards she made, a silly memorization tool she’ll bury in her pocket and deny having once people arrive, but she knows the numbers, her talking points, and even what the opposing opinions will say. She’s got this.
The massive double-doors open, and Vi shoves the paper in her pocket. Caitlyn walks in, tilting her head, clearly surprised to find someone else here so early, making Vi feel like she was caught doing something wrong.
“Do you always get here so early?” Caitlyn asks, walking over to her desk, leaning against it, “I know you arrive before everyone else, but we have nearly an hour before the meeting starts.”
Vi shrugs, trying to play it off, “I thought the meeting started at six instead of seven.”
Caitlyn raises an eyebrow at the pitiful attempt to lie, but she surprises Vi by not pushing it further. Instead, Caitlyn glances at the door before pushing off of her desk.
“You always get so tense before your reports,” Caitlyn’s kindness is undercut with something that makes Vi stand up a little straighter, “and you always do such a great job. You should relax, there’s no need for you to worry.”
“There usually is,” Vi argues, but her heart isn’t in it as Caitlyn takes her lapel and folds it back down flat.
“You’re asking for resource allocation from one sector to another,” Caitlyn points out, “you have data to support your request, there’s no way they’ll turn you down.”
Caitlyn’s hands linger on Vi’s lapel, and Vi sees her bite her lip.
“You’re so predictable,” Vi teases her, making Caitlyn’s eyes dart up. A little blush shows through her light makeup, caught, but she doesn’t look away.
“I like when you look nice,” Caitlyn points out, “you look handsome in uniform.”
Vi tilts her head, chin proud as she lets the compliment inflate her ego and push her worries away.
“Yeah, you tell me that often enough,” Vi says, reaching for her, hands on her hips as she tugs Caitlyn closer, pressing their bodies together while pinning Caitlyn’s hands between them.
Instead of the admonishment Vi was anticipating, Caitlyn’s breath hitches in a soft laugh that goes straight to Vi’s heart. Caitlyn’s eyes drift down to Vi’s lips, and Vi beats her to the punch by leaning up.
Vi keeps the kiss slow, trying to figure out what Caitlyn wants, but she doesn’t have to wait long as Caitlyn’s teeth pinch her lower lip, and her tongue presses over the now-irritated skin.
“Really?” Vi asks, very familiar with this particular cue of Caitlyn’s.
“Why not?” Caitlyn asks, walking backwards, pulling Vi with her, “we have a little time, and none of the other Councilmembers are known for their punctuality.”
“This would be the one time they are“, Vi protests without any conviction, walking forward with Caitlyn, “but fine, I’ll make it quick.”
“Not too quick, my darling,” Caitlyn laughs, sitting up on her desk, pulling Vi between her knees, “you know I prefer romance.”
“I know you *pretend* to prefer that,” Vi smirks, centimeters from Caitlyn’s lips, “but you’re also begging to be fucked over your desk in the Council chambers all because I’m wearing a uniform.”
“I am not begging,” Caitlyn protests, “but… I’ll concede to the rest.”
“Should I get some handcuffs?” Vi asks, hands sliding down Caitlyn’s waist, down her thighs, before readily going under her skirt to tug at her underwear, “really complete the fantasy.”
“You’re conflating two,” Caitlyn argues, lifting her hips up, “this isn’t role play, my darling, this is just us in the Council Chambers.”
“So, next time,” Vi teases and Caitlyn hums her appreciation. Vi takes off Caitlyn’s panties, leaving them dangling from one of Caitlyn’s ankles to keep them off the floor before pressing closer.
Vi kisses her as she adjusts her skirt. There’s a chance that if they were walked in on, they could have plausible deniability except for the panties Caitlyn is wearing like an anklet. Caitlyn’s skirt obstructs the way Vi’s fingers dance over her inner thighs, tracing up hot skin just to feel the muscles underneath twitch, and Caitlyn’s breath catch.
“Violet,” Caitlyn moans against her lips, “we don’t have time for teasing.”
“I think we do,” Vi murmurs, finger sliding feather-light against her cunt, “we should spend more time arguing about it.”
Vi treasures the glare she gets for that before Caitlyn leans down and *bites* her neck. Vi gasps in shock, feeling the depth and knowing it’ll redden and then bruise very quickly. Caitlyn looks too self-satisfied by it, knowing Vi will have it very visible during her report.
“Good,” Vi smirks, leaning in to return the placement of lips, pressing her teeth but not biting, “I like when people know I’m yours.”
Caitlyn’s gasp is the perfect opportunity for Vi to slip a finger inside of her, using her surprise and compounding it. Caitlyn leans back, hands braced behind her, as she looks up at Vi. Vi doesn’t mind the hickeys and love bites and scratches being shown to the world, but the ones she gives Caitlyn stay under clothes. Caitlyn has never said anything about it, and neither has Vi, but Vi doesn’t do it to keep her presentable.
Nobody gets to see how much Vi loves Caitlyn. Marks of love on Caitlyn’s body are hers to see, and hers alone.
Caitlyn tilts her head back as Vi steps even closer, finger working in and out in slow thrusts. Vi reaches up with her free hand, undoing snaps, buttons, and wraps to expose Caitlyn’s chest. She’d take off the bra if it didn’t buckle in the back, but they’re still in a rush.
Vi leans down and nips at Caitlyn’s collarbone, the familiar angles making her smile as she presses tiny bruises along the length. Caitlyn moans deeper, hand sliding up into Vi’s hair, gripping and relaxing, ruining some of the perfectly sculpted and gelled points, but Vi doesn’t care.
Caitlyn is rarely this wet so quickly, and Vi knows her well enough to understand that the location is doing it for her more than even the uniform she has on, and a world of possibilities opens up in her mind.
“Anyone could see you getting fucked by me right now,” Vi leans forward to whisper in her ear, feeling Caitlyn clench around her finger, “your peers, people who respect you, they could see you falling apart for me.”
“Violet,” Caitlyn gasps, sitting up to hold Vi closer, hiding against her neck, but her hips rock to help Vi stay as deep as she can. Another nonverbal cue Vi is intimately familiar with, and she pushes in her ring finger along with her middle.
“You like being mine as much as I like being yours,” Vi murmurs, “you want people to know how good I am at making you fall apart, is that it, cupcake?”
Caitlyn gasps and buries her face against her shoulder, fingers clenching in the stiff fabric of the uniform, holding her tighter.
“I just- *ah*-“ Caitlyn tries to vocalize her thoughts, and even if she wasn’t distracted by Vi’s fingers rubbing perfectly inside of her she sounds like she doesn’t know why she likes this so much.
“You’re never going to forget this,” Vi promises, pushing her fingers in as deep as they can go, thumb swiping over her clit. Caitlyn’s knees press against her broad sides, and she nods before needing to lean back and get the angle she wants.
Caitlyn slips down to her forearms, hips rolling against Vi’s hand. Vi needs a moment to just stare, contemplating how *lucky* she is. Caitlyn is in her war makeup, that’s what she calls it at least, that makes her eyes even more beautiful, the contour and foundation are no match for her natural blush, and her hair melts against the table in an inky puddle that reflects the light coming from the stained glass skylights. Her body moves *for *Vi, and she knows every inch of her inside and out.
Vi leans over to kiss her, getting up on her tiptoes to do so, curling her fingers insistently.
“Whenever you- ah- fr-from now on,” Caitlyn gasps, “whenever you give a report, know I’m thinking of this.”
“*Fuck*, Cait,” Vi grunts, a surge of arousal making her ache, picking up her pace, knowing she’ll never be able to think of anything else whenever she’s in this room, “c’mon cupcake- cut me some slack.”
“Never,” Caitlyn laughs, head tilting back, exposing the curve of her throat for Caitlyn to kiss, “now, make me cum.”
Caitlyn doesn’t need to ask twice. Vi presses her forehead against Caitlyn’s sternum, focusing solely on the ache in her wrist, the movement of her fingers, and how Caitlyn feels around her. Their breathing rises together, panting in near synchronization before Caitlyn’s begins to run away from her, a litany of soft curses and muffled cries until Caitlyn’s thighs squeeze against Vi before they relax as if electrocuted.
Vi fucks her through her orgasm, biting her lip as Caitlyn lays completely flat, sprawling out over her desk. Vi leans over her, propped up on her palm, continuing to finger Caitlyn until Caitlyn reaches down to grab her wrist, stopping her as she becomes overstimulated.
“Violet,” Caitlyn gasps, breathless, smiling up at Vi with so much love Vi thinks she might melt, “help me up-“
Footsteps outside the door make both of them turn to look before swinging into action. Vi bends down to pull Caitlyn’s panties up, and Caitlyn is buttoning her dress back up with shaking fingers. Vi pulls Caitlyn off of the desk, onto her feet, and smooths out the back of her skirt just as the doors open.
Vi turns them so her back is to the door, giving her a second to suck on her fingers, enjoying the hungry shudder the motion pulls from Caitlyn.
“Councilwoman Kiramman, Vi,” one of the members calls to them, “good to see you both early. Vi, surely you were practicing your demands?”
“I just wanted to nail down some of the…. Finer points,” Vi says with confidence, eyes drifting up and down Caitlyn.
Caitlyn glares at her but straightens, retreating behind her desk. Vi sits on the edge of it, casual, as she drums the desk with her fingers, keeping two of them off the wood intentionally. Caitlyn’s gaze lights up the side of her face, and she squeezes her thighs together, feeling the arousal still in her.
They’ll have plenty of time after the meeting to balance the scales. Besides, they’ll have reason to celebrate once the Council decides to fulfill the request.
It’s a good thing Vi knows her speech backwards, forwards, and upside down. She doesn’t think she’d be able to remember her own name with how intently Caitlyn watches her the entire presentation, feeling her girlfriend’s hunger with every brief meeting of their eyes.