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Mental health lectures encourage the separation between personal and professional life.
People usually wake up. Get dressed. Spend thirty minutes in unnecessary traffic to the office. Perform a dozen tasks. Pause once or twice for coffee, before returning to their duties. And at 5 p.m. go home and watch TV, knit, or whatever - it was hard for Caitlyn to pinpoint a standard leisure activity because she never reached that stage.
She never got home before night.
She never turned off her mind.
She never allowed herself to relax completely.
But in her defense, she wasn't just any analyst. She couldn't close her laptop and say, "Alright, I'll finish it tomorrow." She couldn't give any excuse to leave early. She couldn't be lazy or careless. She couldn't be anything less than perfect. Because any failure – no matter how small – literally meant life or death.
According to her doctor, her stress levels were concerning. Still, she wouldn't give up her life as a firefighter for anything. It was a tough job. But when she walked out of a burning building, knowing she'd helped save dozens of lives, every sacrifice was worth it. And she would do it all over again.
It wasn't exactly what her parents had planned in her childhood. Her father still tried to convince her to pursue a safer career. Maybe take on her responsibilities as a Kiramman heir.
Among others, the words to describe her varied. Brave. Reckless. Heroine. Insane.
But Caitlyn knew, deep down, that her life wasn't worth anything if she couldn't use it to make the world a better place.
So, like every day, she just pulled her hair back into a ponytail and put on her uniform. She faced the mirror, looking for any apparent flaw. And, when she was satisfied, she left her apartment for another busy day.
Vi walked into station 119 with a cup of coffee, a half-eaten protein bar, and disheveled hair. It was 3 p.m., and her doctor would give a huge speech about caffeine use at this hour. But, in self-defense, this was her fourth shift of the week. Since Claggor went on paternity leave, she was working more and needed some stimulation. She was fucking tired. At this point, to be honest, the team was lucky she still bothered to brush her teeth.
"Good afternoon, team," Mel greeted as she entered the garage. She was wearing her usual chief's uniform, with a Piltover flag emblem on her chest. In her hand, she had some sheets with the day's briefing.
Vi sat down on one of the benches, next to Ekko. He was the other paramedic who would take this shift alongside her. At first glance, he seemed too young – almost fresh out of college. Still, he was one of the most competent professionals Vi had met. A genius mind that could improvise a splint with a Coca-Cola bottle.
"Now, let's go over the weather forecast..." Mel continued her speech, but Vi's eyes just wandered around the room. She looked at the other three firefighters scattered around.
Jayce stood by the truck, with an exemplary posture. He was the second in command. And the one the newspapers loved to take pictures of and expose as the city's hero.
Mylo was sitting on the other bench. Vi had known him since childhood – when they played in the streets and pretended to be superheroes. Now, he wasn't that far from it, after all.
Finally, the figure half-hidden in the back of the room, leaning against the wall. Caitlyn Kiramman with her hair pulled back and an upright posture. Her well-built muscles were visible through her uniform. Attentive eyes solving every word Mel said. Ready for anything.
"These are the maintenance information, be ready for emergencies, and good luck to us." Mel finished with the standard speech. With a final wave, she left the room.
"Hey, did you see the game yesterday?" Ekko nudged her with his elbow.
Vi took the last sip of her coffee, already longing for a second cup. "Of course, Zaun gave those Piltover pretty boys a beating..."
Powder stared at the computer screen with attention. She could see the city's traffic flow, the blockages and accidents. Worse, she could see the bright red alert. The indicator of an emergency.
"Captain Vander," she called out to the superior who oversaw the operation of Piltover's entire emergency service. The stressful job that made her father smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, despite the emphatic protests of his two daughters. Sometimes, it was a pain working with family. "Emergency situation on the twin cities bridge. Multiple accidents reported."
The large man ran his hand over his forehead. Without hesitation, he instructed, "Send station 19."
"Right," Powder positioned the headset over her ears, activating the familiar line. "Chief Mel, we have a situation..."
The ambulance sirens were alreadypa familiar sound. Caitlyn had grown accustomed to it to the point of almost not noticing it. Or maybe it was because her attention, in those moments, was focused on something else. Her entire body activated by adrenaline, ready to act.
She positioned her helmet before getting out of the truck.
Her steps were quick as she crossed the asphalt bridge. Her mind was already assessing the territory in front of her. A truck had overturned in the middle of the lane. Behind it, two cars and a van. The flow of vehicles was completely blocked, and some people were starting to gather, looking for gossip or trying to help.
"Get away from the vehicles," Mel shouted to the civilians as the team moved. "Keep a distance and let the professionals work."
Mylo and Mel ran towards the truck, seeking for the only one driver. The doors were blocked, and they would have to remove the windshield to provide assistance.
The paramedic team went to the two cars, where people were able to get out more easily. Out of the corner of her eye, Caitlyn could see Vi holding a child. Her strong arms moved delicately as she comforted the girl and assessed her injuries.
Caitlyn and Jayce went to the van, which was overturned on its head.
"Help," a girl no older than eighteen screamed through the shattered glass. She had blood on her forehead, which seemed to be a cut on the head. Possible concussion?
"Hey, we're going to get you out of it," Jayce assured her. He forced the door, which after a few seconds gave way. With the path clear, they had a better view of the situation. The girl was sitting, the seatbelt preventing her body from falling. On her shoulder, there was a cut and what seemed to be shattered glass. Large shards stuck in her skin.
"We're going to release the seatbelt, and I'm going to grab you, okay?" Caitlyn told her. With the head wound, it was essential to keep her awake and talking. As much as possible to assess the extent of the damage. When the response didn't come, she repeated, "Okay?"
"Okay." The girl's voice was weak, worn out from minutes of screaming.
Caitlyn stretched out her arms, carefully, to unfasten the seatbelt. When she released it, she and Jayce held the girl's body, preventing it from impacting.
"What is your name?" she continued asking while pulling the body onto the asphalt.
"Erika."
"Great, Erika." She positioned the body lying on the ground, then shouted over her shoulder. "Patient with shoulder perforation and head wound. I need a stretcher for transport."
In less than thirty seconds, Vi was by her side. Her agile and stable hands moved over the girl's thin body, assessing the data. Looking for hidden threats. Her voice was gentle when she asked, "Can you tell me the year you were born and your full name?"
Caitlyn recognized the questions to ensure full consciousness. A standard to assess head damage. When the girl responded, Vi smiled and assured her she would be fine.
Erika was placed on the stretcher and taken to the ambulance.
Caitlyn stood up with a deep breath. She loved it when the protocols...
"Everyone evacuate the area now!" Mel shouted beside her. It took one look for Caitlyn to realize something was wrong. She scanned the scene until she saw the oil leaking from under the truck. The liquid was spreading across the bridge in a dangerous way, almost reaching the cables of the cars in front.
Damn it. They had only a few minutes before an explosion occurred.
"Everyone out now!" Mel continued shouting as people ran back to the beginning of the bridge.
The team grabbed the equipment as best they could and started evacuating. Everyone ran towards the ambulances ahead, where the injured received first aid.
"No!" She could hear Erika's scream as she approached. "You have to... you have to save her."
"What happened?" Caitlyn stopped beside Vi, who was holding the girl's arms to prevent her jerky movements from worsening the shoulder wound.
"My mom is there! In the back of the van. She wasn't wearing a seatbelt, she..."
“Hey, Erika. Erika,” Caitlyn called out before the girl could slip into a panic attack that would worsen her condition. “I’m going to get her, okay?”
“Kiramman,” Vi turned to her instantly, her tone brusque and her gray eyes a clear reprimand. “The order is evacuation.”
“Not if we have a civilian in danger,” she replied before adjusting her helmet and running against the flow.
It wouldn’t be that hard. She just needed a couple of minutes to get into the trailer and grab the woman from the back. It wasn’t ideal to move a body after the accident, but in this situation, it would have to do.
It was a good plan.
So, she went back into the trailer.
Then came the sound of the explosion.
“Shit!” Vi cursed when she heard the blast.
Caitlyn was the most courageous person she knew. And equally stupid. She put herself in danger and refused to follow orders if it went against her moral principles. She said she’d rather die than risk someone’s life.
And damn, she came close to dying several times.
“Ekko, help me here,” she directed the patients towards him before running to find Mel. The chief was a few steps away, shouting into the communicator that she needed support. She was already in the middle of a plan when Vi caught up to her. “We need to get her out of there.”
“A piece of concrete from the divider moved because the explotion, and is blocking the door entrance,” Mel pointed to the wreckage of the trailer. “We’ll need a tow truck to remove it. Get ready with two stretchers for immediate rescue.”
Vi took one last look at the scene. She didn’t know whether she wanted to hit or hug Caitlyn when she got her hands on that stupid firefighter.
The good news was that Caitlyn was alive.
The bad news was that everything hurt.
The good news was that the truck explosion was contained and didn’t spread to the other vehicles.
The bad news was that she was trapped.
A sigh escaped her lips as she assessed the damage to her own body. The impact had made her hit her head, but she was still lucid and conscious. Some scratches on her hands. Knees aching. And she would probably have bruises on her torso. But that didn’t matter now. Her injuries always took a backseat, losing out to the priority of taking care of other people.
She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing a bit of relief for her exhausted lungs. She could still see the desperate face of the girl screaming for her mother. She knew that pain. The little girl inside her still recall what it was like to wake up and know she’d never see the person she loved most again. It was cruel and devastating. And if it were up to her, she’d never let anyone face the same thing.
That’s why, even with the trail of blood dripping down her forehead, she made her way to the back of the trailer. She had a mission to fulfill, after all.
“Hook positioned,” Mel shouted to the tow truck. With the force applied, the rock started to move, opening up space on the side of the van.
Vi was the first to venture into the gap, her voice loud and desperate as she called out, “Caitlyn! Cait!”
Ekko was already positioned beside her with stretchers and necessary equipment for first aid. They didn’t know what state the victims would be in. And just thinking about it made Vi's fingertips tremble. She could be unconcious. She could be…
“I’m here,” the voice from inside came shaky but definitely alive. “I have a fifty-year-old victim here, unconscious, with abdominal perforation.”
“We’re coming in to rescue.”
When the rock was completely removed, Vi entered the vehicle. Jayce was beside her, with an equally displeased expression. He was almost like an older brother to Caitlyn, and living with her irresponsible tendencies was giving him a few more gray hairs.
The scene wasn’t so bad, at least.
Caitlyn had a lot of blood on her hands, but it took Vi only a second to realize it wasn’t hers. She had taken off her uniform jacket, keeping just a top tank, and was pressing the cloth against the open wound of the unconscious woman on the floor. Her blue hair was a mess, part of it stuck to her forehead with blood and sweat. There was a small cut there, but nothing that would leave serious sequelae.
She was fine, after all.
She was fine.
“She needs to be taken to a hospital and receive a transfusion.” Caitlyn continued giving orders, as if she had everything under control. As if she hadn’t almost died. That made Vi almost laugh. Almost.
They took the woman out first, positioned her on the stretcher, and Ekko took over the care. Then, Vi went back for Caitlyn. The stupid firefighter was trying to get out of the van on her own. The eternal girl who didn’t need help. The heroine who didn’t suffer damage.
“Hey,” Vi put her hand on Caitlyn’s waist, noticing she was favoring her right side. Probably bruised her abdomen? She had taken a horrible impact, after all.
“I’m fine,” she tried to argue.
Vi bit back the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she pulled their bodies closer and whispered, “I know. But you can always lean on me.”
And, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Caitlyn gave in. Her body relaxed, and Vi could have sworn she heard a sigh of relief.
“Do you realize how irresponsible your attitude was?” Mel was giving Caitlyn a lecture on bad behavior in her office. Although her voice was so loud that it reverberated throughout the hallway. And Vi, leaning against the wall, could hear every word.
“Yes, chief.”
She could imagine Caitlyn now. Probably with her arms behind her back, active posture as if she didn’t have a huge bruise spreading across her ribs. She had been taken to a hospital after the incident, but the diagnosis had been the same as Vi’s. She was too lucky and had only superficial wounds. No broken bones or concussion. Just another pair of scratches for her collection.
“You were lucky to get out alive.”
“I know, chief.”
A noise spread through the room, a chair scraping, then Mel’s voice softened. “Take tomorrow off to recover.”
“But-“
“It’s an order, Caitlyn.”
Against that, there were no more arguments.
Caitlyn left the room with heavy steps. She looked at Vi, determined eyes, and followed down the hallway without saying a word. The paramedic followed her steps.
“You should listen more,” Vi teased when they entered the locker room. Caitlyn was still wearing her uniform even after the end of her shift.
“And you should have gone home,” her tone was bitter and would have shaken Vi if she wasn’t already used to it.
“I think you still don’t get it,” Vi leaned against the doorframe. “Where you go, I go.”
For that, Caitlyn raised her eyes. She stopped in the middle of unbuttoning her shirt. The blue orbs shining with what Vi could notice were unshed tears. But as soon as the subtle look came, it was gone. Replaced by a mix of anger and frustration. Vi somehow knew that wasn’t for her. No, Caitlyn was angry with herself.
“Leave me alone.”
Vi's instincts were divided. Her body wanted to stay. Wanted to hug Caitlyn and allow her to be vulnerable for even one second. Assure her that she was safe from whatever she feared. It was okay to fall apart sometimes. But her mind knew that was just an impossible desire.
So, she gave in. “Alright.”
Caitlyn got into the car and turned on the air conditioning. Outside, the city lights painted the scenery. The sky already full of stars. Looking at the clock, she could see it was past 11 p.m.
She should go home. Take another shower. Watch a stupid movie and have a frozen meal.
She should go home. Toss and turn in bed until she could sleep due to exhaustion.
She should go home. Spend another night alone with her thoughts and nightmares.
She should go home. And dwell on every stupid word she said and every decision she made wrong.
She should go home.
But when she started the car, she headed in the opposite direction.
A stupid basketball game was playing on TV. Zaun was winning by ten points over Ionia. The best plays were replayed during the break, but Vi wasn’t paying much attention. She was lying on the couch in just boxers and an old t-shirt, her mind too active to go to bed.
After some point, she got up to grab another beer. Since she only had to work after lunch tomorrow, she could afford to drink tonight. After the crappy day she’d had, no one could judge her for wanting a distraction.
However, halfway to the fridge, her mission was thwarted. The doorbell rang too loudly at a time no one was supposed to receive visitours.
And, when Vi opened the door, there she was.
Caitlyn Kiramman had never bothered to dress up. Her hair was tied in the same loose ponytail. A bandage was placed on her forehead. The white shirt was wrinkled, and the hem of her pants was tucked into one of her boots. The sight was always as if she didn’t want to be there. As if in the middle of the way, she’d made an impulsive decision. As if her body had acted before her mind. And Vi knew she was right.
“What are you doing here?” At this point, it was almost a play. Vi would say her lines.
Caitlyn would breathe, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and continue with the dialogue. “I need a distraction.”
A distraction. That’s what they were.
It was stupid to mix work with personal life. Don’t shit where you eat , her dad had taught her a long time ago. But this – what they did – wasn’t a problem.
Why would it be when there were no feelings involved? When all they needed was a warm body to distract them from the madness of sirens and monitor beeps. A silence amidst all the screams. A space without expectations in a world where they had to be perfect.
On normal nights, that would be enough for her to let Caitlyn in. But today Vi was angry. She saw the red marks on the woman’s exposed arms. She could smell the smoke that Caitlyn still exhaled even after long minutes in the shower.
No, today she needed more.
She needed to know Caitlyn was okay.
She needed to know Caitlyn was here.
She needed to know Caitlyn wes hers .
So, she continued. “What else?”
Caitlyn’s head tilted slightly, surprised by the change in script. Her brow furrowed – an expression that would make Vi angry if it weren’t absurdly adorable. The seconds ticked by as she thought about the answer. And Vi just waited.
“I need you.” The low voice admitted.
And after that, there were no more words.
Vi grabbed her forearm and pulled her hard until their bodies collided. With a kick, the door was closed. Her large hand gripped Caitlyn’s neck. Their lips met with the impact of a traffic collision—unexpected and shocking.
Months ago, before this all began, Vi had been thinking about her.
There was a plan in her head to ask her out. Take her to dinner. Drive her home. And before they said goodbye in the driveway, Vi would lean over and ask if she could kiss her.
She would be kind.
But the truth was different than her daydreamings.
Caitlyn didn’t want kindness.
The first time they did it, it was at the end of a late shift. Caitlyn was taking a shower in the station locker room, Vi sitting on one of the benches bandaging her arms. It had been a shitty night, with two major fires. It was crazy without a moment to breathe.
When she got out of the shower, Caitlyn had only a towel wrapped around her body. Vi tried hard to keep her eyes down, but somehow she couldn’t. She was mesmerized by the idea of something beautiful amidst so much destruction.
By luck, Caitlyn seemed to be thinking the same because, in the next second, she burst in and kissed Vi. It was the first time she said, “I need a distraction.”
Vi just replyed, “I can be whatever you want.”
And she did.
Over and over.
Like now.
Her tongue entered her soft mouth. Caitlyn tasted like mint gum and cheap energy drinks. A combination so intoxicating that Vi thought they should patent it as a drug.
Caitlyn’s long fingers sought her skin. One hand gripped her shoulders, while the other slipped under the hem of her shirt. The skin-to-skin contact drew a sigh.
Vi pulled her hair. She needed Caitlyn away to breathe a little. At the same time, she needed her closer, fused into her own body – under her skin.
She needed and needed.
More and more.
A back and forth that never ended between them.
When her lungs protested — burning from the lack of air — she lowered her lips. She traced her way from her jaw to the base of her neck, tasting the flavor of sweat, soot, and lily soap. Tasting Caitlyn’s flavor — something Vi hadn’t yet been able to describe, but knew couldn’t be found in just any package of perfume. It was something intrinsic. Pure. Raw.
Something that stirred her instincts and made her question whether her psych exams were really up to date. She must have some disorder, some problem. It wasn’t normal for her skin to burn and her heart to beat like a sledgehammer working.
“Vi,” the voice in her ear caught her attention. A mix of a moan and a grumble. Then Vi realized she’d been kissing the same place for minutes. When she pulled away, she could see the purple mark that marked the pale skin.
A growl left her throat. A possessive sound that definitely had no space between them.
They weren’t girlfriends.
They didn’t date.
They only had casual encounters and three damn rules.
No personal questions. Vi knew Caitlyn liked to get spit into her mouth and tied to the bed. But she was strictly forbidden from asking what her favorite color was.
No soft touches. Vi could stick three fingers into Caitlyn’s tight pussy and fuck her hard. But a simple stroke of her hair was way out of line.
No affection. Vi could call her a slut and a half dozen other insults when they were in bed. Caitlyn would ask for it — no, she would beg . But if Vi dared ask if everything was okay, she would leave in an instant.
It was confusing as hell. And exciting in equal measure.
But she obeyed. Because, what else could she do?
Sometimes a dangerous thought crossed her mind – she would do anything for Caitlyn.
With skill, her hand went to the hem of her white T-shirt. She pulled away exactly ten seconds, just to take it off. Then her bra followed suit. Both pieces ending somewhere over the floor.
At times like these, Vi wished she had art training. She wished she could paint, so she could portray the vision of Caitlyn’s bare torso. She wished she could sculpt just to immortalize the shape of her waist and breasts. But since that was a distant reality, she was content with what she could: worshipping them with her hands and lips.
There were some bruises over the pale skin. Purple spots that were beginning to form, greenish spots that were already fading. A faithful portrait of the dangerous routine they faced day after day. Vi didn’t dare touch them. She didn’t dare ask if she needed help. She didn’t dare take care of her.
That was one of the limits.
So, her hands circled her body, avoiding the parts. Focusing instead on what was at her disposal. Accepting every bit that Caitlyn was willing to give her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Vi moaned as her hands squeezed her round breasts. In response, Caitlyn gasped and leaned even closer to her.
Her hands were replaced by her lips. Vi licked and bit her exposed nipple. She reveled in the sounds she received. Sometimes, she swore she could cum just from that.
Her hands went down, until she unbuttoned her pants. Her boots were thrown to the corner. That way, the piece could slide off her body, ending like all their rationality – abandoned on the floor, lost in the midst of more important things.
Was there a surface in this apartment where Vi hadn’t fucked Caitlyn?
When she went to sleep, she swore she could smell the vanilla of her blue hair on her pillow.
On the weekends, when she sat on the couch to watch a game, all she could think of was Caitlyn with her belly on the upholstery and her hips swaying, begging for Vi to fill her.
When she ate her morning coffee, she thought of Caitlyn standing with her chest pressed against the table as Vi fucked her from behind.
The kitchen… Well, that could be a new memory. Another one to haunt her through lonely nights.
Without warning, Vi ran her hands up her firm thighs, pulling her body up. Caitlyn had no choice but to wrap her legs around her waist.
“You love to show off,” Caitlyn teased, biting the tip of her ear. Then her tongue touched the sensitive part of Vi’s earlobe, sending a shiver through her body.
“Is that a complaint?”
“No,” she sighed before kissing her again.
Vi laid her down on the counter. The stone should have been cold, but Caitlyn didn’t hesitate before lying down. Her body was so hot it could instantly combust. It could start a fire from here to the Amazonia.
Only then, with Caitlyn’s legs spread, did Vi notice the black lingerie she was wearing. For someone who always ended up here by accident – against her will – she was always well prepared.
Her fingers traced the lace, feeling how soaked the fabric was.
A moan escaped the lips of the taller woman, who was now facing her, propped up on her elbows.
Those blue eyes seemed to pull her into another reality. One in which this night would not end with just sex. One in which this night would not end at all.
Vi ran her hand slowly down her long, toned legs. The muscles were firm from so much training. The skin was soft and fragrant. Vi could imagine her every night, lying in bed, rubbing cream on them. How could that simple thought make her so arousal?
Then, when she reached her ankles, she laughed.
“Sex in socks?” She teased, touching the fabric of the ill-matched pair. One white sock, the other gray.
Caitlyn’s cheeks turned a rosy shade. It was rare to embarrass her, but so, so lovely. In these tiny moments of intimacy, it was almost as if it wasn’t just casual sex.
“Just take them off,” she ordered.
“So bossy,” Vi scoffed, but as always, she just did as she was told.
She leaned in for a quick peck on her right foot. Her tongue trailed up her shin. Calf and knee. Leaving a wet trail all the way down. On the inside of her thigh, she left a bite. A perfect half-moon with her teeth. Among all the bruises, Caitlyn would have a mark to look at later and remember with something more than disgust. Something from Vi.
“What do you want?” Vi asked. It wasn’t like she needed instructions. On the contrary, at this point she could read the woman’s body like it was nothing more than a picture book. But she liked listening. Liked having her beg for her touch. “Be a good girl and ask.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No,” Vi laughed. Her hand gripped her left thigh so hard it probably hurt. But she knew Caitlyn liked it too. “You know you'll have to be more specific than that. I can fuck you with one finger or three. I can use my mouth or the strap. So tell me, how do you want it?”
It was cruel, inhumane, to make her think so hard. Her face contorted with effort, her toes curled at the longing for touch.
But Vi was wicked. And patient enough to just wait.
“I want you to fuck me with your mouth. I want you down on your knees,” she finally admitted. And Vi didn’t wait a second before granting her wish.
Vi had never been a religious person. But as she knelt in front of her spread legs, she felt as if she were on an altar. Worshiping a distant goddess who had granted her a miracle.
The lacy fabric was pulled down unceremoniously – a ripping sound was heard, but neither of them stopped to check. There were more important things going on.
Ever since she was young, Vi had always known that she had an effect on other women. She was beautiful and, modestly, she knew what she was doing. Self-esteem had never been an issue. But when she was there, staring at Caitlyn’s completely soaked cunt, she was even more certain of it.
You know when you go a long time without eating? When your mind craves food and everything seems ten times more delicious? That was exactly the feeling now. Caitlyn was like a sweet dessert after a life of being stuck with only the bitter taste.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn moaned as Vi’s tongue touched her. A firm grip on her pink hair showed how shaken she was. And Vi wondered if Caitlyn also felt that electrifying sensation that came from the tips of her toes, intensified in her chest and clouded her mind. The answer came in the next sentence. “Vi, please .”
Her tongue explored the entire length offered. She sucked on her clit and then circled her entrance. Following the same rhythm as her accelerated breathing, with the same force as her heartbeat. When Caitlyn dared to thrust her hips, Vi’s hands grabbed her, preventing her from moving.
For the first time that day, Caitlyn was not in control. No, her only purpose here was to escape. To distract herself. To be fucked until she forgot her own name.
Vi had a mission. And she wasn’t the kind of woman who liked to fail.
So, she kept going. Until she felt the body beneath her on the edge of the abyss. At that moment, two fingers penetrated Caitlyn, eliciting two reactions. The first, a guttural, raw and obscene moan. The second, her free hand being grabbed by Caitlyn’s. The fingers intertwined in a firm grip. This wasn’t in the script. It was a touch that was too intimate - what made the paramedic even more excited.
“Vi, I’m going to-“
Vi didn’t dare take her mouth off to answer, she just tightened her grip on her hand. Her open eyes stared at Caitlyn’s ruined self.
With one last whimper, she came. Vi felt her cunt squeezing her fingers. Felt the shiver that ran through her body. Saw the expression of pure delight on her face.
She was so fucking beautiful.
And they were already so far outside protocol that Vi allowed herself one more risk.
Pulling out of Caitlyn, she stood up. She didn’t give the woman a second to protest before hugging her. She buried her fingers in her blue hair and her face in her shoulder.
She didn’t know what she was doing. But her mind was still stuck in hours ago when this night was still just a hypothesis.
I came so close to losing you , that’s what her mind was saying. And she couldn’t help but wonder what she would do if that happened.
You’re here , she continued her monologue, smelling the sweet scent of her skin. You’re here .
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” She said when the silence seemed too long.
She pulled away a few inches to look into her blue eyes. But she couldn’t get very far before Caitlyn pulled her in for another kiss. This time, just a soft touch of the lips. The kind of touch of someone who had time. Of someone who wanted to stay. Almost as if Caitlyn needed this comfort too.
Tomorrow she would leave before the sun rose. They would see each other at the station and greet with a wave. It would be as if nothing had happened.
But it didn’t matter. Not when they still had tonight.