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Blue and pink strobe lights flashed, making Caitlyn's hair vibrantly blue, then almost purple. The swell of the crowd separated her from Mel and Jayce, only a few meters away from her, but in this crush, it might as well be miles. Like Caitlyn, they were pressed against the wooden bar, waiting to be served. Unlike Caitlyn, they were left to their own devices by other people out and about for a night on the town.
Caitlyn jumped as a large hand came to rest on the small of her back.
“Hey gorgeous,” The tall stranger said to her. “What’re you drinking?”
Caitlyn turned her head only by an inch as she stepped out of his possessive grip. His hand was unpleasantly damp against her skin and his breath reeked of alcohol in the way that can only be achieved by drinking for more than just one evening.
“I don’t do pet names.” She said, her tone even and bored. She glanced over to her friends, hoping they’d rescue her from her plight, but alas alack, they were too caught up in whatever story Jayce was telling that involved animated hand gestures in a space too cramped for that kind of presence. She rolled her eyes, turning her head to the bar in front of her once more. “And I don’t do men.”
She heard the man scoff before moving away. The blue haired bartender finally bounced up in front of Caitlyn, her two long braids flying behind her as they struggled to keep up with her sudden movements.
“What can I get ya?” She asked, her hands already moving to grab a glass before Caitlyn had opened her mouth, as if she knew what the answer would be.
“Whiskey neat please, a double if you don’t mind.”
The bartender laughed. “Why would I mind? You’re paying my wages toots.” She was off in a blue and pink blur, and before Caitlyn knew it, a drink was before her, she had tapped her card on the reader and she was on the move to reunite with Mel and Jayce. She snorted at the tip jar, even without fully knowing what it meant, and stuffed a note inside it. So Vi can afford shirts with sleeves.
Before she had even fully turned away from the bar however, an arm had wrapped around her waist. Caitlyn tensed once more as she looked down to see a short man with tight dark curls trying to pull her into his side.
“Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?” He drawled. Caitlyn swiftly removed herself from his grip and brought her glass to her lips. Taking a sip, she said; “I don’t do pet names. I have a drink.” She looked him up and down before continuing with her line of the night it would seem. “And I don’t do men.”
The man laughed and tried to reach for her again. “Maybe you just haven’t tried the right-” He stopped abruptly as a wedge of lime slapped him across the face.
“She’s not interested pal!” The bartender called, before throwing a wedge of lemon for good measure. Caitlyn felt the ghost of a smile grace her lips as she lifted her glass towards the bartender, tucking an extra note in the tip jar and finally gets to greet her freshly served friends. They proceed to escape the claustrophobic press of people calling for a liquid to calm their nerves, ease their minds and loosen their bodies - even just for an hour or two, and make their way over to a tall table just to the side of the dance floor.
It’s not that being hit on bothered her - it was the possession and entitlement that some people tended to have. Usually people with one to many drinks in their system and an eye for someone they want in their bed. Which is why Caitlyn tended to steer clear of clubs and bars and large gatherings in general. Tonight however, well, Caitlyn felt an urge for something a bit more exciting than an evening with the intimate contents of her bedside table.
Vi sighed, tilting her head back to rest against the freezing brick wall behind her, instantly regretting the decision and standing upright again. The night is a particularly cold one and her black hat is pulled down over her ears, her hands tucked in her jacket pockets, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She glances over at Claggor, standing like a statue on the other side of the doorway, and she scoffs at his apparent immunity to the cold. Tonight, she was posted at the back doors to the Last Drop - a station that wouldn’t see much interaction until the lights came on in the early hours of the morning and the revellers would all stumble out this door, home to bed - either their own or someone else's.
Vi bit her lip and tried not to think about how long it had been since she had graced someone else’s bed, or visa versa. She also tried not to worry about the fact that this was her first dry spell in, well, in forever actually. She was Violet Lane. She was incredibly good looking and she knew it. She was very good in bed and she knew it. And yet here she was, working on a Friday night, as she had for the last several Friday nights, with no end for this dry spell in sight.
Vi’s phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket, the little image of Powder sticking out her tongue showing next to the message notification.
need u in bar
Vi rolled back her shoulders, putting on her ‘Scary Bouncer Face’.
“They need me in the bar, you good here a minute?” She said to Claggor, already knowing the answer.
He grunted his affirmative and she clapped him on the shoulder before heading into the glorious warmth. After standing in the dark with nothing but an occasionally flickering lamp post, Vi’s senses were momentarily overwhelmed by the- well, by everything inside. The lights, the heat, the noise. But she adjusted quickly and pushed her way through swarms of writhing bodies before slipping behind the bar.
She found Powder shovelling ice into gin glasses, her sister just nodded towards a crowded mush Vi couldn’t make out properly. “Creep over there, won’t leave Legs alone.”
Vi threw her a thumbs up, pushing her way into the crowd, people parting once they noticed the yellow band wrapped around her arm. She didn’t have to guess who Powder had sent her to kick out, as a man reached out to grab a woman’s ass. Vi sped up, ready to yank him away, but the woman moved faster, catching the man’s wrist before he could make contact and twisting his arm behind his back.
“Would you like to be taken to court?” Vi heard as she arrived, tapping the man on the shoulder. His eyes were hazy with alcohol, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“You’re out dude.” Vi said simply, ignoring his splutters as she motioned him to walk in front of her, shepherding him out the door. He moved slowly in his argumentative, spluttering state and Vi took a moment to check on the woman, turning to look at her-
Oh.
Eyes that would make sapphires jealous of their hues stared back at her. ‘Legs’, Powder had dubbed the woman, and sheesh, that was an understatement. At five foot nine, Vi wasn’t short, but goddamn, this woman was tall. Her blue hair was tied back, strands escaping in the front and a tank top so tight Vi felt she should apologise for noticing.
“You okay?” Vi asked, hoping her face wasn’t matching her hair.
The blue haired beauty just nodded and Vi found herself mirroring the action, turning around once more and escorted the man out the door.
An hour later, found Vi alone at the back door, Claggor taking a turn inside this time to break up a fight. She rubbed her hands together, bringing them to her mouth and puffing hot air on them.
“Cold, isn’t it?”
Vi jumped, not having heard anyone slip through the open doorway. She turned to see the woman from before, a leather jacket thrown over her now, a scarf wrapped around her neck.
“Freezing.” Vi agreed dumbly, taking in the woman in the quiet of the night. Her eyes were ringed with kohl and her jeans hugged her ass like sin itself.
“Mind if I join you?”
Vi shook her head, and shuffled over to make space.
“Thank you for earlier.” The woman pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket, bringing one to her lips. She cupped her hands to protect the flame from her lighter as the end caught with an inhale.
Vi shrugged. “Just doing my job.” She glanced sideways at the dark haired woman. Pretty pink lips exhaling smoke. “‘Sides, looked like you had it handled all on your own.”
A laugh. “I suppose so.” Long fingers extended in front of her, a cigarette between them. An offering.
Vi didn’t often smoke. Usually only when she had three or more drinks in her. But she also didn’t often have the most beautiful woman in the world, offering. She took it, biting the inside of her cheek as their fingers brushed. “You a cop?” She asked, ignoring the thrill, the intimate way Vi’s lips were wrapped around the cigarette in a whisper of a kiss.
“Defence attorney.” Vi gleaned over to see her fiddling with the ends of her blue scarf, now that her hands were empty. She took one last drag of the smoke and passed it back. “I’m Caitlyn.”
Caitlyn
Vi tucked her hands deep into her jacket pockets. “Vi.”
Blue eyes flicked to hers. “Oh, so you're the one who can’t afford shirts with sleeves?”
Vi barked a laugh. That damned tip jar.
“I can,” She allowed. “I just tend not to wear em.” Caitlyn giggled and Vi found herself explaining, felt the urge to be known by this woman. “Powder - the bartender - she’s my sister. She puts the notes on the tip jars.”
Caitlyn took the final drag of her cigarette, tilting her head back to rest against the wall. “I’m beginning to regret tipping now.” Blue eyes slid to Vi. “As cold as you look right now, I’d rather picture you with less clothes.”
Vi felt herself warm as blood rushed to her cheeks. Caitlyn just stepped forward, into Vi’s space. “When does your shift end?”
Vi blinked. What was happening?
“Closing.”
Caitlyn nodded. “Take me home with you?”
Vi felt her mouth drop open. She saw Caitlyn’s previously confident eyes flash with doubt as she began to withdraw, an apology at her lips, but Vi filled the gap that had been created between them.
“Yeah, Cait.” She breathed. “I’d love that.”
Caitlyn grinned, and Vi caught a glimpse of a gap between her two front teeth. Caitlyn unravelled her scarf and wrapped it around Vi. “Stay warm.” Murmured against her skin as a kiss was pressed to her cheek and Caitlyn vanished back inside the door.
Claggor found her, minutes later, stunned, her hand still pressed to her cheek with nothing but a blue scarf as proof that what had happened was not in fact, a dream.
Caitlyn waited out front.
It wasn’t long before Vi found her, slipping Caitlyn’s own scarf back around her neck. “Thanks for this Cupcake.” Vi murmured, grey eyes looking up at her.
Caitlyn felt herself flush uncharacteristically. ‘I don't do pet names’ She thought, but couldn’t bring herself to voice. She pulled her leather jacket closer around her, grateful for the extra warmth her scarf gave her. It was still warmed from Vi’s skin and Caitlyn had to stop herself from checking to see if it smelled like the other woman.
“You alone?”
Caitlyn blinked, suddenly aware of the fact that Vi knew nothing about her. “Oh, yes.” She noticed the respectable distance Vi had left between them. Disliked it and stepped closer. . “I mean, I was with friends, but it’s just me now.” The street around them began to quiet as revellers stumbled home to their beds - or someone else’s. Caitlyn distantly heard a group of college lads sing a drunken tune but dizzyingly she was finding the world beginning to narrow so that it only included Vi.
Vi nodded, her hand reaching out to take Caitlyn's. Caitlyn pulled her closer, let her hand rest on the shorter woman’s neck, thumb brushing the tattoo there. Vi’s hands came to rest tentatively on her waist, biting her lip as she looked up at Cait. “Are u good? I mean, did you have much to drink? Cause I can just walk you home if you want.”
“I’m all good darling.” She held Vi’s chin between her index finger and thumb, keeping her eyes on her. “I had a drink earlier, but then I met a gorgeous bouncer and I decided I’d much rather taste her instead.”
Vi’s cheeks matched her hair. Caitlyn was delighted. She leaned in close, Vi’s face still in her grip. She watched Vi’s lips part ever so slightly, ready for a kiss, but Cait didn’t give it to her. She paused, millimetres away from contact and smiled, sly and slow. “So, you live around here?”
The walk to Vi’s apartment was the longest of her life. Caitlyn was handsy. Vi had an arm wrapped around the taller woman’s waist, while Caitlyn let her hands wander, feeling the muscle of Vi’s shoulder, slipping up into her hair. It took every ounce of self restraint not to press her against the nearest wall and kiss her stupid, but Vi had the sneaking suspicion that once she started, she wouldn’t be able to stop.
Patience it was then.
Vi half jogged the three floors up to her apartment, hands shaking as she pulled her keys out of her pocket. Caitlyn pressed herself against Vi’s back, face pressed into the curve of Vi’s neck, those damn hands skittering across her stomach. Vi managed not to drop her keys (incredibly impressive given the circumstances) and within a heartbeat, the unlikely pair were through the door and Vi had Caitlyn pinned against it.
“You.” She murmured, leaning in, “Are such a tease.”
Caitlyn’s eyes flashed and Vi knew the lawyer would have some witty response, so she beat her to it. Finally, god finally, Vi closed the gap between them, lips crashing together.
It began hot and desperate, both women equally worked up from the night of anticipation. Cold hands held Vi’s face before moving to unzip her jacket. Vi reached out, having to pull away from the kiss to unwind the scarf from Caitlyn’s neck, both of them laughing when it momentarily tangled them together. Caitlyn let Vi rid her of her jacket, but that was as much of a pause Vi could take for the moment. She reached for Caitlyn again, gasping into the kiss as Caitlyn gripped her hair and tugged.
Caitlyn let her into her mouth, hot velvet with a hint of tobacco. Vi hands wandered, sliding up from Caitlyn’s waist to her ribs and back down again, slipping even lower to cup her ass. Caitlyn pressed closer, lifting her leg to wrap around Vi.
“Jump.” Vi murmured against her lips, and Caitlyn did so, moaning outright when Vi picked her up. Caitlyn locked those ridiculously long legs behind Vi’s back and Vi thanked her lucky stars that she had put away her weights for once, leaving the path to her bedroom unobstructed.
“Still all good?” She asked, mouth unoccupied as Caitlyn’s lips familiarised themselves with her jaw. Caitlyn groaned, arching in her arms. Even through her jeans, Vi could feel her heat against her stomach. She groaned at the realisation, tightening her grip on Cait lest she drop her.
“Christ.” Caitlyn ground out. “Yes. So good. You?”
Vi shouldered her way into her room, knocking the door aside and set Caitlyn down on the bed. “Fuckin’ fantastic.”
Vi took a moment to admire the woman sprawled on her bed, cobalt hair stark against the white sheets. Left in just a tank top and jeans, Caitlyn’s eyes were dark with desire. Vi watched, as Caitlyn sat up and pulled her top off in one smooth motion. No bra.
Feeling like a bumbling teenager, Vi knelt on the bed, eyes trained on Caitlyn’s chest. “Fuck.” She felt the tug on her shirt and looked up to see Caitlyn staring at her, eyebrow quirked in amusement. “This too.”
Vi made quick work of shucking her top and sports bra, returning to Caitlyn’s grasp, both of them letting out a sound of appreciation as bare skin met. Vi’s hand rested by Caitlyn’s head, supporting her weight, moving to-
Caitlyn’s legs tightened around her waist and flipped Vi onto her back.
Caitlyn was thrilled by the surprise in Vi’s eyes as she was pressed into the bed, lips parted in an ‘o’. Caitlyn smirked, running her hands across the ridges of Vi’s stomach, then following the trail with her lips and tongue.
“Still okay?” She asked, sucking a bruise into the sharp ‘V’ cut into Vi’s abdomen.
Vi arched into her touch. “Yes, god anything you want is good with me.”
Caitlyn grinned, slipping onto her knees on the carpeted floor. “Perfect. I want to eat you out.” She undid the top button of her jeans, followed swiftly by the zip. “Take these off for me?”
Vi lifted her hips obediently and Caitlyn slid her pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them to the side to be forgotten until the next morning. She hummed as she pulled Vi’s legs over her shoulders, enthralled by the explicatives the bouncer was muttering to her ceiling. Caitlyn admired Vi’s thick thighs with her lips, strangely turned on by the notion that Vi could easily overpower her but was instead fully at her mercy. Soft pale skin gave way to coarse hair and Caitlyn hummed when she found Vi glistening and needy, legs tightening around her shoulders. Done with her teasing, Caitlyn licked a broad stripe up Vi’s centre. Vi groaned and Caitlyn pressed on, spreading her folds and sucking her clit into her mouth.
“Vi,” Caitlyn found herself saying, her own cunt throbbing. She had always been a generous lover, but had never before been so turned on just by giving. “You taste so good.”
Vi’s hands, so rough, but so gentle with her, found themselves in her hair. “Violet.” She gasped, writhing under Cait’s hands. “You can call me Violet.”
Something possessive overcame Caitlyn at that, and she pulled away just enough in order to leave a bite mark on the inside of Vi’s thigh. The strong muscle quivered beneath her and Caitlyn’s own core clenched. “Violet.” She repeated, watching Vi’s stuttered breath. She resumed her ministrations, listening for Vi’s reactions, paying close attention to what the other woman liked best. It wasn’t long before she found the right combination, pressing on her clit just so. Vi moaned, a beautiful, untethered sound, hands tightening in her hair.
“Cait, please, I’m so close.”
Caitlyn kept her mouth where it was, but pressed a finger into Violet’s hot, wet heat. She fucked her slowly, doing her best to keep a steady rhythm even as Vi bucked under her. She curled her finger, let her teeth craze the hood of Vi’s clit and-
“Cait-” Vi cried as she shattered, her body stilling as she clenched around Caitlyn’s fingers. Caitlyn fucked her through it, bringing her down slowly. She lapped up Vi’s release as the fingers in her hair loosened, but didn't let go. She was careful to avoid overstimulating the other woman, pressing one last kiss to the inside of those powerful thighs before crawling her way back onto the bed, level with Vi once more.
Vi was flushed from her cheeks down to her chest, pretty pink skin matching her hair. Her lips were kiss swollen as she draped her forearm across her eyes, breathing heavily. “Fuck me Cupcake, you totally ruined my plans there but I’m sure not complaining.”
Caitlyn laughed, pleased with herself. “Plans, you say?”
“Mhm” Vi intoned, letting her arm drop down so Caitlyn was graced with those expressive eyes once more. “Was gonna take my time with you, get you off real slow.” As she spoke, her fingertips came to graze Caitlyn’s stomach, starting below her bellybutton and making a winding path upwards, between her breasts. Cait suppressed a whimper even as she squeezed her legs together.
“Now though,” Vi continued, rolling onto her side so she was leaning over Caitlyn. “You looked a bit too worked up for that.” She sucked Caitlyn’s earlobe into her mouth and the lawyer found herself gasping. “Am I right?”
“Violet.” Caitlyn warned, and felt the bouncer chuckle against her skin. Vi kissed her way down Caitlyn’s chest, not hesitating before taking her breasts in those gorgeous hands, grazing a nipple with her teeth. “So I am right.”
Caitlyn bucked her hips, unable to take the tension anymore. Her thighs were so slick with her own need it would honestly be embarrassing if her senses weren’t so hazy with lust. “Stop teasing."
Vi’s playful eyes turned dark as she pushed her leg between Caitlyn’s own, feeling the evidence of Cait’s desire against her thigh. She groaned, leaving a love bite on Caitlyn’s chest. “Don’t worry Cupcake, I’ll take care of you.”
Then thoughts left Caitlyn’s head as thick scarred fingers circled her clit once, before slipping lower to push past her entrance. Caitlyn moaned at the welcome intrusion, locking her arms around Vi’s neck, carding her fingers through bright hair. She was an undone mess beneath Vi, who added a second finger momentarily, pumping Caitlyn hard and fast, just how she liked it.
Caitlyn’s head tipped back, a high pitched ‘Violet’ slipping through her teeth as she rocked up against Vi, desperate for more, more more. Seeming to know exactly what she needed, Vi flipped them over effortlessly, Caitlyn clenching harder around her fingers at the casual display of strength,
Now, straddling Vi, leaning back against the bouncer’s bent legs. Caitlyn fucked herself down onto Vi’s hand. Vi gripped her waist, lifting her hips beneath Caitlyn to meet her thrusts, abdominal muscles rippling.
“That’s it pretty girl,” She was muttering as she slipped a third finger into Caitlyn’s weeping cunt. “Take what you need.”
Caitlyn lost herself to her building orgasm, feeling it rising within her. Her hips stuttered, but Vi kept her steady, murmuring soft praise while circling her clit with her thumb.
Caitlyn came with a cry, Violet’s name on her lips, falling forward to bury her face in the other woman’s neck even as her hips still rolled to carry her through the aftershocks. Her orgasm rippled through her, Vi gentle as she brought her down, pulling out carefully when she judged Caitlyn was ready. Caitlyn rolled to the side ever so slightly, still half on top of Vi as she curled into her warmth, tangling her legs together, face still tucked under Vi’s chin. Vi’s thumb stroked soothingly against her back and Caitlyn hummed as a pair of lips pressed reverently against her temple.
“Sleepy?” Vi murmured. Caitlyn nodded. “Stay here with me?”
Now Caitlyn looked up, her face inches away from Violet’s. She had been between this woman’s legs and yet now was when the other woman looked most vulnerable. Cait smiled and stretched up to kiss her. “Mhm, yes please.”
Caitlyn felt tension she hadn’t realised Vi was holding ripple out from under her and she kissed Vi’s shoulder, tightening the grip around her waist before letting sleep claim her.
The morning light streamed in through the open curtains and there was a weight on Caitlyn's chest.
Not dread or guilt or any sort of metaphorical weight, but a literal, physical one. One caused by the sinfully gorgeous bouncer who had her head resting on Caitlyn’s sternum, a delightfully muscled arm slung over her waist.
Vi stirred beneath her, a strong thigh slipping between Caitlyn’s own and oh, just that was enough to reignite the fire inside her. Caitlyn’s heart thundered traitorously in her chest as Vi shifted again, pressing unwittingly against Caitlyn’s centre. She bit her lip, keeping her hips still and breathing even.
Her plight didn’t last long however, when long lashes fluttered against her skin, the weight on her chest lifted as grey eyes, hazy with sleep met hers.
“G’mornin’.”
Caitlyn threaded her fingers through the nest of pink on Vi’s head, failing to tame it, but charmed nonetheless. “Morning indeed.”
Vi’s nose scrunched as she pushed up on an elbow to press her lips against Caitlyn's. “Is the posh talk a lawyer thing or a you thing?”
Surprise burst out of her in the form of a laugh. “I suppose it’s a ‘me’ thing.” She allowed. “I spoke like this long before I became a lawyer.”
Vi nodded, satisfied, shifting slightly, her leg pressing upwards as she did, then pausing. Caitlyn was flushed before Vi even looked at her, smirk dancing on those scarred lips.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
Caitlyn groaned, covering her face with her hands, then groaned for another reason when Vi rocked their hips together with purpose. Cait raked her nails down a tattooed back she was going to have to properly explore in the daylight, Vi kissing her way across Caitlyn’s collarbone.
“I’m gonna taste you now, alright Cupcake?”
“Yes.”
Vi ducked under the covers, placing herself between Cait’s spread legs. She glanced up and all Caitlyn could see was pink and grey beneath the sheets.
“Could I uh, maybe take you out sometime Cait?” Vi asked, placing a kiss on the tendon running up the inside of her thigh. “You know, with clothes and where we maybe learn each other’s last names or somethin’.”
Butterflies took off in Caitlyn’s stomach even as she burned with arousal. “I’d like that.”
Vi grinned, a wonderous, wild thing, then set about putting her mouth to good use. Caitlyn let her head drop back against the pillows, toes curling in pleasure.
Good fucking morning indeed.