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Somewhat ironically, they were friends, now. Caitlyn could say that definitively.
They said hey in the hallways, made small talk and shared a few mutual eye rolls when the RA had to have a hall meeting about leaving microwaves and hot plates unattended because someone almost burnt down their room over the weekend.
They did laundry together sometimes when their schedules aligned - talking amicably about their schedules, about the upcoming performance of a student-written production that Vi had landed a part in and Caitlyn’s increasingly intense football matches. They shared little details about their lives, and Caitlyn collected things about Vi in her brain ravenously, storing them in safe places she'd never forget.
She learned that Vi functionally had four siblings, though only one by blood. She took theatre because she was interested in set design, but fell into acting a few times in high school and really enjoyed it. Her sister was an artist, her brothers went to school in Damascia, and she had her first kiss - with a girl - in ninth grade.
“So you always knew, huh?”
“That I was a raging lesbian? Yeah,” Vi sighed wistfully. “She was a truly terrible kisser, though - bad enough to have me doubting.”
Their relationship was oddly unimpeded by how well they knew each other's bodies. From the outside looking in, nobody could tell that Caitlyn knew exactly the type of sounds Vi made when she came - nobody could tell how Vi had wrapped her lips around Caitlyn’s cock until she was a begging, panting, pleading mess.
Instead, their friends remarked on how strange the friendship was - Caitlyn's teammates constantly bugged her about shooting texts to Vi during warmups, and Caitlyn had seen a few of the theatre kids pointing her out when walking with Vi, getting a playful hip check from the pink haired woman in response. They didn’t fit together well - her teammates talked about that, too, and Caitlyn couldn’t help but agree most of the time.
But when it was just the two of them, when they were brushing past each other with their arms laden with laundry and a smile constantly fighting to be seen through their lips, Caitlyn disagreed. The words she’d almost said at the end of her rut - the words she’d seen slide away from Vi’s grasp at the end of her heat - seemed to hover above them, a constant threat to descend and change them. Shift them.
But the change was scary, the shift was shaky. A red haired woman haunted the idea of asking what they were to each other - besides friends who helped one another out on their cycle.
So Caitlyn kept smiling quietly, making little holes in her life for Vi to fill in. She could be content with this - this attraction that seemed based on chemistry and need, the friendship that filled in the blanks that attraction left behind. She didn’t expect reciprocation, she didn’t want to get her hopes lifted - just gave quietly, expected not to receive.
So when Vi was waiting for her one Thursday night, while Caitlyn was fresh from practice and exhausted after having Coach Grayson beat the shit out of her for three hours until she finally got the hang of corner kicks, Caitlyn barely could comprehend what Vi was saying.
“Sorry, wait,” Caitlyn said, holding a hand out and scrubbing a tired one over her face. “What did you just say?”
Vi winced. “I - uh, you didn’t seem like you’d get home in time before they closed the laundry room, so I- well.”
She gestured to the small hamper of clothes in her hands - miscellaneous items that Caitlyn had left at Vi’s during her heat, enough to make a few outfits, survive the week.
“I have tomorrow off, so if you want, I can throw yours in with mine,” Vi was saying, and Caitlyn’s feet wanted to carry her across the hall. Her arms wanted to slowly wind around Vi’s neck, and her lips, her mouth, her tongue-
“That’s - thank you,” Caitlyn whispered, clearing her throat, “thanks. That means a lot.”
Vi shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just laundry. It doesn’t seem like you have a lot of time for yourself these days. Big match coming up?”
“Yeah,” Caitlyn said, taking the hamper and opening her door, Vi following her inside her space. “We’re playing Noxus - it’s to decide who gets in the season-end tournament.”
“Sounds big. Noxus, huh?” Vi asked, setting the hamper on Caitlyn’s kitchen table and shoving her hands into her pockets.
“I’m new to the team dynamics,” Caitlyn said, pulling her hair tie free and shaking a hand through her sweat-dried itchy hair. Her scalp sang with the need to shower. “But it’s important to them, and I don’t want to hurt their chances.”
Vi nodded absently, her gaze floating from Caitlyn’s eyes to the couch, where she and Vi had first - helped . Caitlyn followed her gaze, checking to see if anything was there, seeing nothing.
Caitlyn met Vi’s eyes, and Vi had a half smile, a little you-caught-me shrug, something satisfied and wistful on her expression. It tugged at Caitlyn’s gut, that clear sign of remembrance.
“You should come,” Caitlyn blurted.
Vi’s eyebrows lifted. “To your game?”
Caitlyn nodded. “If you want to, I mean. It’d be cool if you came - it’d be fun. For you. Should be a pretty good game - or so I’m told. If you’re free - no real pressure.”
She was spared more blabbering by Vi shrugging and saying, “sure.”
“Really?” Caitlyn asked, eyes wide.
“I mean - yeah. Sounds fun. I never really got into the college rivalry stuff, but I’m always available to watch athletic women.”
“No shortage of that,” Caitlyn said, smiling, but Vi’s eyes had already drifted towards her torso - her abs, specifically - and she smirked.
“Text me when the game is,” Vi said, and began to back away from Caitlyn, “maybe I can hang out with you, afterwards. If students are allowed back in the locker rooms.”
Caitlyn nodded, smile blooming a little, stealing over her face. “Sounds great.”
When Vi left, Caitlyn felt giddy - felt grateful and warm . They weren’t dating - they weren’t anything approaching a label, but she could do worse than have a friend/lover who did laundry for her and wanted to come support her at games.
She forgot Vi’s words about students being allowed in the locker rooms until after the game. They’d won 1-nil, and Caitlyn had played brilliantly , better than she’d played all season with Vi’s eyes on her from the stands, her loud and enthusiastic voice being heard longer and louder than the other fans. She’d brought a willowy dark skinned woman with gold eyeliner and a tall and awkward geeky-looking guy - other people from the theatre program, Caitlyn figured.
Caitlyn took the most satisfaction when she dove across the yawning net to punch a well-kicked ball out of the air, stone-cold robbing a willowy femme who had red hair tied back into a tail, carried herself like the mystery woman that had been hanging out outside of Vi’s door the night of her heat. She indulged in a quick finger-wave that had her teammates roaring - a rare sign of confidence that she normally didn’t feel.
When she caught Vi’s expression afterwards, she realized that she’d done it for Vi’s benefit - and the dark eyes and bright grin that met her gaze pleased her.
Caitlyn only remembered Vi’s comment when she took longer than the rest of the team in the locker room, basking in their victory with her teammates and agreeing to promises to hang out at a local pub afterwards. She hadn’t even gotten changed when the last of her teammates ducked out, and almost missed Vi slipping in and locking the door behind her.
Before she knew it, Caitlyn was feeling Vi's body slam against the hallway wall, a little too forcefully - she hadn't meant to throw her.
Her sorry was muffled by Vi's mouth, Vi's hungry hands gripping at her shorts and tugging them downward so that Caitlyn’s cock sprang free. She gripped at it, stroked it once firmly as Caitlyn’s hips began a quiet rotation, her growl against Vi's lips making her lip ring shiver against her skin.
“You smell so…” Vi whispered, groaning against Caitlyn’s sweaty neck. Caitlyn’s hands shifted to be busy and greedy on the swell of VI's ass, holding her aloft while Vi’s legs hooked over Caitlyn’s hips.
“This will be hard to do,” Cait whispered against her lips, “with your sweatpants on.”
“Rip a hole in them,” Vi growled, “I don't give a fuck. Just fuck me.”
“Rip a hole in your-” Caitlyn started to say, before Vi's teeth sunk into her neck - not a mating bite, not even close, but the promise of one sent her shuddering, pressing close against Vi, bearing her weight with her hips. Vi trapped her cock between their bodies and was milking it with slow, patient thrusts - the warmth of Vi's core through the cotton of her sweats making Caitlyn's cock burn with sensation.
“Tear them up,” Vi whispered hotly in Caitlyn’s ear, “fuck me - breed me. Don't you want to be inside me? Don't you want to make me yours ?”
“Jesus,” Caitlyn gasped, and her fingers were seeking the slightly torn seam of Vi’s sweats, tugging desperately.
“Gotta,” Vi began, before running her tongue along the shell of Caitlyn’s ear, “fuck babe, gotta earn it. Show me how strong you are. Rip my fucking clothes off.”
Groaning, Caitlyn tugged, pulled, yanked , and fabric ripping filled the air as Caitlyn’s cock suddenly felt heat, warm, wet, and Vi let out a long, satisfied hum.
“There,” Vi panted, “that's-”
Caitlyn gripped Vi’s hair to tug her face away from her ear, held it so her head was against the wall. Vi let out a surprised whimper, holding Caitlyn’s stare as Caitlyn pulled her hips back, let her cock bounce up until it was poised at Vi’s entrance.
“Guide me in,” Caitlyn panted, and Vi’s hands scrabbled to obey, holding her tip with a lose fist and letting her push - slow, methodical, hot, hard - into Vi’s waiting cunt.
“ Fuck ,” Vi panted, “you stretch me out so good. It's so good , cupcake.”
Caitlyn nodded as she held Vi’s eyes, hair still held tight in a fist.
“Right here in the locker room,” Vi groaned, “you're taking me where anyone can see.”
Vi had locked the door - that was strictly untrue, but Caitlyn was still amped up with adrenaline and victory and Vi - the idea making her heady and dizzy with promise.
“Mine,” Caitlyn panted, fully bottoming out and being treated to twin groans as they both shuddered at the sensation.
“ Mine ,” Vi countered, squeezing Caitlyn’s breasts through her football uniform, a grin trying - and failing - to fight through her blissed out expression.
They rutted together, grinding more than fucking with Caitlyn’s knot slowly expanding and Vi’s pussy lips stretching around it, making it slicker with every downward glide on Caitlyn’s cock. Caitlyn shifted her grip to keep hold of Vi through her slowly ripping leggings, fighting to keep contact with skin rather than the increasingly tenuous handholds of Vi’s failing wardrobe.
“Tell me how good my pussy is,” Vi grunted, one hand squeezing at Caitlyn’s knot, stroking and massaging and making drool pool at the edges of Caitlyn’s lips.
“ So good,” Caitlyn croaked, “s-so warm and tight.”
“Good,” purred Vi, “my cock. Best pussy you've ever fucked, huh? Nobody comes close.”
Caitlyn shook her head, thrusting a little harder, her knot sinking a little deeper - as deep as it can go with Vi’s fingers in the way. She whined slightly, ground her hips upwards, leaving panting open mouthed kisses on Vi’s throat as Vi smirked into her sweaty neck.
“Say it,” Vi whispered, “say it and I'll let you breed me.”
Caitlyn paused, hesitant. Was this just dirty talk? It felt like Vi was staking a claim - like Vi wanted this to be more than jumping each other in a locker room or taking care of one another during their cycles. Or was she wishful thinking?.
She drew back to meet Vi’s eyes, and strangely, it was the hesitance, the self censorship she saw, that made her sure.
“This is,” Caitlyn gasped as Vi gripped her knot a little firmer, “the best pussy I've ever fucked. Please let me breed it?”
Vi exhaled. Before she could respond further, Caitlyn pressed their torsos together until Vi was trapped between her hard torso and the wall, until Vi had nowhere to run.
“Please?” Caitlyn begged quietly, her lips at Vi’s ear. “Please let me make you drip with me? Pretty please let me fill you until-”
“Fuck stop just do it ,” Vi grunted and Caitlyn pushed hard as her knot slipped inside.
“You’re ridiculous,” Caitlyn said later. Vi was wearing a backup pair of jeans she’d stashed in her backpack - proving that her little stunt was premeditated, that she’d come there with a plan.
“Not as ridiculous as you,” Vi parried, “you were amazing out there, cupcake.”
The two of them were sitting close on stools at the bartop, a pint in both of their hands. After they’d - ahem ’d and gotten cleaned up, Caitlyn had asked if Vi wanted to come - they drank free when they won, and Vi had just been complaining the other day about being cash poor with hell week upcoming for the theatre’s production of something called The Broken Wheel .
Vi had been a little touchy all night, a little grabby - maybe strictly more than a just-friend-slash-rut-bud-slash-heat-pal should’ve been. Caitlyn didn’t mind the way her fingers gently roamed her bicep when another girl sidled up to talk to her, or the way she tugged playfully at Caitlyn’s belt loop when she detected wandering eyes.
It felt good, Vi’s unabashed attention. Caitlyn was trying not to question it.
“I - it’s great that you came to that one,” Caitlyn said, shrugging, “I took a ball to the face last time out.”
Vi chuckled, sipped at her free beer. “I’ll have to come more often - that’s way worth being surrounded by sweat jockeys.
Caitlyn winced. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Nah, don’t be,” Vi said, waving it away, “those are my people. I fucking love watching sports - I just don’t have time anymore.”
“Next time we come,” the willowy woman said, having sidled up beside Vi to flag the bartender down for another drink, “I’ll have to make sure you behave yourself, Vi. You nearly were thrown out.”
“What?” Caitlyn asked, looking from the newcomer to Vi, who was rolling her eyes.
“I didn’t nearly get thrown out , Mel,” Vi insisted, “that dude was just talking shit about Caitlyn’s positioning and didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.”
“That’s very true,” Mel agreed easily, retrieving her drink. Her gaze slid appraisingly over Caitlyn, eyebrows lifting in a calculating way for a moment before she quirked her lips. “You’re Caitlyn. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Vi shot her a look as Caitlyn shook Mel’s hand and tried to hide her own smile. “Pleasure’s mine.”
Mel wandered away as Vi drained her glass, and Caitlyn watched her. She watched the way her throat worked around the liquid, the way her eyes narrowed in concentration. She watched her nose ring glinting in the bar light, and smiled.
“What?” Vi asked, wiping at her nose. “Something on my face?”
Caitlyn didn’t know what they were, didn’t know if they fit a label, and didn’t care. She’d take whatever Vi would give her.
She liked this woman.
“No,” Caitlyn said, sipping at her own drink, “it’s nothing.”
Hell week, Caitlyn had been told, was when rehearsals ramped up as the show tried to get on its feet for a viewing audience. Everyone in the cast needed to be available all day to run lines, hit sound cues, work out bugs and get notes and notes and notes taken on their performance to make sure every moment of practice was actually going to pay off. To hear Vi tell it, it was like being in the military - if the drill sergeants only cared about you hitting your upper note in your solo and tossed their clipboard if you were too slow to change costume.
“I’m cast as a traditionally male role,” Vi had said, holding her script as she sat on Caitlyn’s counter. One foot was tucked against her thigh; her other leg was dangling, slowly rocking back and forth as she read her lines and worried her lip.
Caitlyn slid her a glass of lemonade, nudged her knee with her elbow so that Vi looked up at her.
“You nervous?” Caitlyn had asked, nodding at the drink.
She’d invited Vi over for pizza, a movie - so that Vi didn’t need to worry about feeding herself while she was running herself ragged with sets and costumes and hitting her mark. The school’s intent was to take the play on the road for a college-spanning competition of productions, and The Broken Wheel was being billed as a student written, student acted performance - so it needed to be perfect.
It all didn’t sound that much fun to Caitlyn, but then again, neither had getting a ball kicked at you for two hours before she’d tried it.
“Yeah,” Vi said, surprising her, “I’m nervous as hell. I’ll be nervous until right before the lights come up.”
Caitlyn hummed, watching Vi drain her glass before taking it to put it into the sink. Vi went back to reading ber lines and worrying her lip, and Caitlyn debated, gathered her bravery, and reached out with one hand to cup Vi’s face.
Vi jerked her gaze to Caitlyn’s frozen mid-lip chew, and Caitlyn tugged the bottom lip free with her thumb, smoothed the digit over the abused flesh.
“You’re going to peel,” Caitlyn tutted, “you need those to talk, I imagine.”
Vi blinked, shook herself, swallowed. “Yeah. Yes, good advice.”
Caitlyn nodded, satisfied, and then let her fingers slide upwards to play with Vi’s hair. Vi watched her, brow furrowed as Caitlyn felt the softness of the pink locs, the way Vi wanted to grow it out, some - the role needed shorter hair, but she was toying with darker highlights, something longer in the back.
“Caitlyn?” Vi asked, a little breathless, and it thrilled Caitlyn to hear that she was having an effect.
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Rubbing your hair,” Caitlyn said, joining one hand with another, slowly gliding her fingernails through Vi’s scalp. “Petting you, I guess. Do you want me to stop?”
Vi’s eyes fluttered closed and her head rocked forwards, greedily putting herself at Caitlyn’s mercy as she chuckled and scratched. Vi’s body, having been filled with tension and frustration, slowly unwound as Caitlyn’s little scalp massage became rubbing Vi’s neck, became rubbing her shoulders and slowly gliding her hands up and down Vi’s back.
“No,” Vi said three minutes later, voice slurred and groggy with pleasure, “sorry - I don’t want you to stop.”
Caitlyn chuckled, low and in her throat, and continued to pet this woman who wasn’t hers to claim - but to whom she was pretty sure she belonged.
The dressing room was quiet until Vi's palms slapped against the wall, her grunt of satisfaction muffled immediately by the sound of Caitlyn’s belt ripping open. She spread her legs wide, grinning as she let her head hang forwards to look at herself - bare, naked, dripping - juxtaposed against Caitlyn’s dark jeans and running shoes.
Caitlyn dragged her nails down VI's bare back, running jagged red lines across the swirling cables and gears of VI's tattoos. A claiming that was more than a kiss, less than a bite as her cock was freed with her spare hand and rested at the crown of Vi’s entrance.
“This is out of character,” Vi said breathlessly. Caitlyn heard her satisfaction - heard the way she loved seeing Caitlyn out of her mind and frantic to be inside her.
Caitlyn spat on her palm, rubbed it against her cock - never enough lube, she figured. Vi didn't seem to need it - the omega was practically glistening with need.
“You were so wonderful up there,” Caitlyn replied, breathless, “I just - I need-”
Vi bucked back against Caitlyn’s dick, impatient. “Less talk, more fuck.”
“Your monologue,” Caitlyn murmured, determined to take control as she held her cock in her hand and slowly, carefully, stretched Vi out, “was fantastic. I couldn't take my eyes away from you.”
Vi twisted, back arching with her palms against the wall, stretching her neck up to try to kiss Caitlyn. Caitlyn let her hands settle on Vi’s hips, continuing her slow and conquering push as Vi gave a little frown and reached back to touch Caitlyn’s arm, her shoulder.
“It was so memorable,” Caitlyn murmured, “I've never seen someone more natural. Theatre really suits you.”
“Caitlyn,” Vi groaned as Caitlyn’s hips began to rock back and forth, “what are you doing .”
“Rewarding you,” Caitlyn cooed, “rewarding you for doing such a good job. Giving such a good performance.”
“Fuck,” Vi whimpered as Caitlyn rocked her half formed knot inside, the slow swelling inside her coordinating with the push-pull, the dragging wet heat.
“Your chemistry with Sarah,” Caitlyn whispered, “so good. I really believed you two were jilted lovers - so hot, so tragic.”
Vi leaned her head back again, one hand grabbing at Caitlyn's wrist to bring it to her shoulder. Caitlyn obliged, holding her shoulders with both hands, her fingers making a V shape with Vi’s throat between them.
Vi shuddered, pressed back. There was a hesitance there, something she was holding.
“This is your reward,” Caitlyn reminded, “what do you need?”
Vi exhales lightly. “Put your hands on my neck. Don't squeeze - just let me feel them.”
Caitlyn obliged, sliding her slender fingers around Vi's throat and bracing them as Vi let out a low, quiet moan.
After a silence punctuated only by the sound of Vi's need around Caitlyn’s cock, Vi let out a quiet gasp, a shudder, and then through a smirk said:
“You done with your review?”
“Oh, did you want me to continue?”
“Pretty - fuck, Cait - pretty lame to just focus on one supporting actor in the whole show.”
“Yeah well,” Caitlyn murmured, leaning close to Vi's ear, “she's a friend of mine, so.”
And with that, Caitlyn pressed closer, tighter, her nearly fully swollen knot engulfed in Vi’s heat as Vi melted against her, pressing her forehead into the wall as Vi shuddered and came, dripping around Caitlyn’s swollen base. Caitlyn's fingers massaged the chords of Vi's neck, little absent circles with her thumbs as Vi worked through the aftershocks - her dress shirt pressed to VI's reddened, sweaty back.
“You know something,” Vi said when she could speak again, “you might be my best friend, the way you can make me come.”
Caitlyn chuckled. “Anything for a buddy.”
Vi smiled, quick and carefree, and reached behind her to grab at Caitlyn’s hair, Caitlyn’s head. Caitlyn pressed closer and let Vi crane her neck to press her open mouth to Caitlyn’s in an insistent kiss. It was a slow pulling that took Caitlyn by surprise, but she was quickly wrapped in the warmth of it - an unhurried, slow thing that Vi kept nice and steady.
Most of the time when they’d kissed, it was fast and hurried and wet heat - it was duelling tongues, clacking teeth, all and every cliche. But this? This was unrushed. This was unbothered. This was just mouths, despite the fact that Caitlyn’s knot was tying them together and Vi’s thighs were still lightly quivering from her orgasm. This was just them, kissing, sure and steady and comfortable as they waited for Caitlyn to deflate enough to separate.
“I’m glad I met you,” Vi said quietly, between kisses, and Caitlyn nodded, voice full and heart heavy as she pressed her lips back into Vi’s to keep herself from saying something more.
Theatre kid parties were fucking crazy .
Within moments, Caitlyn had been poured a cocktail, given a themed party hat, and had been subjected to two confusing rituals with two college kids who seemed to be constantly be competing for the center of attention with every new person who walked in the door. Vi had left before her - swept away by her castmates in jubilation with how well the performance had gone - and had texted her the address, asked if she had wanted to come.
And well, Caitlyn was learning quickly that there was very little that she wouldn’t do for Vi.
So she wore the party hat with a broken wheel on it, sipped the way too strong cocktail, and hunted through the three story house to find Vi.
Mel and the soccer captain - Sevika - were seated together on the couch, with Mel on Sevika’s lap as she whispered in the larger woman’s ear. They were tucked towards the shadows of the dance floor, just enough for the illusion of privacy. The way that Sevika was gripping Mel’s hips for dear life, Caitlyn assumed that their illusion of privacy was enough for both of them.
She turned away to give them their moment, and found Vi - leaning against the wall of a hallway with a red solo cup, talking to a familiar silhouette - red hair down to her shoulders, tall and femme with a full bust, full hips.
Caitlyn felt heat steal through her chest, a lurching in her stomach that she fought down as she put one foot in front of the other to close the gap between her and the pair. They seemed to be having a very serious discussion - hushed voices, still hands. Vi was a gesture - the contrast struck Caitlyn as somewhat alarming.
As Caitlyn crossed Vi’s peripheral vision, she turned her head, and her entire face brightened at seeing her. The heat cooled, the lurching settled.
Even still, Caitlyn slid a hand around Vi’s hip, smiled at her, and settled into her side. “Hey, sorry I’m late.”
“You’re not late,” Vi said, “we just go hard.”
She smiled at Caitlyn, she focused on Caitlyn, and Caitlyn squeezed her hip affectionately. Vi leaned into her a little, warm at her side, and truly made Caitlyn stand up straight and preen a little.
“Uh, Vi?” the redhead said, and Caitlyn’s good mood was slightly soured.
“Ah, shit. Caitlyn, this is my ex - Katarina. Kat, this is Caitlyn.”
“Pleasure,” the woman said.
“Nice to see you again,” Caitlyn replied, shaking her offered hand.
“Oh, we’ve met?” Katarina asked, pursing her lips in mock remembrance.
“Yes,” Caitlyn said, as Vi settled against her and took a quick drink, returning to looking around the party and acting casual despite the tension that Caitlyn could feel through her spine against Caitlyn’s arm. “We met outside Vi’s room a few weeks back? I helped you find the RA?”
“Ah,” Katarina said, snapping her fingers and smiling, “of course. Sorry, I’m bad with faces - I only really remember the truly striking.”
Caitlyn’s lip twitched, wanted to curl. “I don’t blame you - I’d want to forget something that embarrassing, too.”
Vi choked, and Katarina shot daggers at Caitlyn with her eyes. Caitlyn’s skin hummed with pride, smile fighting to show on her face - but she stayed on target, kept her cool.
“Vi,” Katarina said, nodding curtly before spinning on her heel and marching away. Cait watched her go, then turned to look at Vi’s wide eyes, her cocked head.
“...What?” Caitlyn asked, taking a drink.
“I didn’t know you had claws like that, cupcake.”
“She was really rude,” Caitlyn replied, “that’s your ex?”
“Yeah,” Vi said, “first year. She was the first person I mated with on my cycle.”
Caitlyn hummed, took another drink, watched Katarina slip through the crowd. “What did she want?”
“An arrangement, I guess,” Vi said, shrugging. “We trusted each other a lot for our cycles - we both came up in the world without a lot of trust. Made us a natural fit when we were too crippled by heat-and-rut brain to do anything.”
“Oh,” Caitlyn said, taking another long drink. “She wanted to continue this… arrangement?”
“I guess,” Vi said, shrugging again.
Caitlyn nodded, drinking again to soothe her throat, aware that she was sipping from the cup like a plastic bird, willed herself to be normal . “Are you going to do it?”
“Hm? Oh, no,” Vi said, shaking her head. “No, Kat’s good at sex but… She’s not what I want right now. Plus, you and I have our thing going and we never set hard boundaries in terms of like, exclusivity. So.”
“Right,” Caitlyn said.
“Yeah.” Vi said.
They both drank this time.
“So did you want to talk about it?” Vi asked.
“Are you interested in exclusivity?” Caitlyn asked at the same time.
“What?” they both asked together.
“No, you first,” Vi said, gesturing with her cup.
Caitlyn scowled. “Why do I need to go first?”
“Because this arrangement was my idea in the first place,” Vi said, “and you’re the more eligible bachelorette, so.”
Caitlyn cocked her head. “Your ex literally just was here trying to get a pass to fuck you.”
“Yeah, but that’s fucking,” Vi said, waving her hand.
Caitlyn’s heart thudded. “Are you - interested in more than fucking?”
“I mean,” Vi said, and gestured around. “We’re going to each other’s extra curriculars, you’re my plus one to a party, I was your plus one to the bar. You’ve made me dinner, I did your laundry. If I wasn’t interested in you as a person I wouldn’t have done all that.”
Caitlyn nodded, took a long drink, and then said, “I really like you. A lot.”
Vi smiled in the way that Caitlyn loved - the way that had her cheekbones pushing her eyes up into near half-moons. “I like you a lot, too, Cupcake.”
“I feel the same way,” Caitlyn said, “I couldn’t believe my luck when you proposed that we - I thought I was daydreaming. This whole time I’ve been afraid to overstep my bounds, but you’re… I’m comfortable with you. More comfortable than I’ve been with anyone in a long time, I think.”
“Well,” Vi said, “I was terrified to offer because I couldn’t see a reason you’d want me. You’re glossy and beautiful and I’m… me.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be anything other than you.”
“Yeah,” Vi said, “also, you’re kind of neurotic sometimes which evens the scales some.”
Caitlyn squeaked in offense, and Vi laughed, pressing closer, shifting until they were chest to chest. Vi took Caitlyn’s cup with her free hand, crouched down to place both of their cups on the floor, and then slowly stood, dragging herself - face, then chest, then stomach - up directly against Caitlyn’s clothed cock.
Caitlyn shuddered, gripping Vi’s hips as Vi gripped hers, ground into her lightly.
“So,” Vi said, cheekily, “girlfriends?”
Caitlyn bit her lip, slid her hands to cup against the curve of Vi’s ass and tug her firmer against her - the grind becoming a teasing rub, slowly, carefully.
“Girlfriends,” Caitlyn bit out, and their lips met in that loud theatre kid party, with their broken wheel hats on and alcohol in cups near their ankles, and Caitlyn was in heaven.