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“Fuck, Vi, more please-”
Vi obeyed the demands of the woman above her. She wasn’t sure if Caitlyn had noticed, but she was unable to deny her anything she wished.
Cait’s hips rolled, and Vi tightened her arms around her thighs to keep her steady. Hands braced against the headboard, Caitlyn was riding her face with abandon, head tilted back, denying Vi the sight of those gorgeous baby blues, but blessing her with the most beautiful tits bouncing for her.
She felt Cait’s clit twitch under her tongue, and she knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long now. Knew that if she reached up and caught a taught nipple between finger and thumb and twisted it just so-
“Oh fuck!”
Vi grinned as Caitlyn came, hot sticky liquid coating her tongue as she fucked her through it. Vi had come twice already under the focused ministrations of the woman above her, but desire and warmth flooded her once more as Caitlyn’s choked gasps filled the air. Caitlyn stilled. But Vi kept her tongue pressed firmly flat against her clit for another few seconds, as the last pulses of pleasure were released, before Caitlyn groaned once more, long and low, rolling off her and standing up off the bed.
“God, I needed that.” Cait said as she grabbed her underwear off the floor, Vi still splayed on the bed.
It had been like this for months now. A text late at night; You up? A run in at a club. A phone call in the evening “I’ve had the worst day, are you free?”
It always ended like this too. Coming, cumming and going. No cuddling, no pillow talk, no feelings, no strings. Caitlyn had suggested, and Vi had agreed.
But fuck if Vi didn’t want to be strung like a puppet.
Caitlyn slipped into the little excuse for an en suite in Vi’s shitty apartment, and not five minutes later, she re-emerged, fully dressed and ready to go.
“Thanks for that.” She said, as if Vi had loaned her an egg. She grabbed her phone off Vi’s bedside locker, checking her notifications even as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see myself out.”
And just like that, she was gone, the only evidence of her the smell of sex clinging to the air and the damp sheets Vi could feel beneath her.
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Caitlyn always ran from Vi these days.
She had to, it was for the best. Her devious, traitorous heart beat only for the unbelievably sweet, buff butch she left lying in a tangle of sheets and she just couldn’t bear to see Vi look at her with anything that wasn’t desire. At least when they were having sex, Vi wanted her. Only temporarily, granted, but there was something Caitlyn could give her.
The defence attorney had met her occasional paramour at the gym, having approached her to consider teaching defence classes to her clients. The anxious ones who needed more than legal actions to let them feel secure in themselves and their homes again. Vi had agreed, the classes were a roaring success and, well, it had all spiralled from there.
Caitlyn had been the one to suggest no commitments. She was so busy these days, she feared she didn't have the time to give Vi all the attention she deserved. And they had a professional relationship Caitlyn depended upon. She couldn’t risk that for something as silly as a crush.
(It was more than just a crush).
But Caitlyn sighed as she half jogged down the steps to leave Vi’s apartment building. She would just take what she could get.
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“Violet.”
Vi regretted nothing more than telling Caitlyn her full name. The sound of it on her lips was her curse and her undoing.
“That’s it pretty girl,” Vi cooed, twisting Cait’s hair around her wrist as she readjusted her grip, midnight strands pretty against her scarred fist. “You take me so well.” She accompanied the praise with a grinding of her hips against Cait’s, bottomed out with her strap deep inside the other woman.
Vi pulled Caitlyn up against her, so her back was flush with Vi’s chest. Caitlyn whimpered at the change of position, reaching back to take Vi’s face in her hands and pull her into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Vi slid her hand down, over Caitlyn’s lean stomach and through the neat thatch of hair at the apex of her legs to rub at her clit in time with her thrusts, and it wasn’t long before Caitlyn’s legs were trembling and there was nothing but Vi keeping her upright.
It was with smug satisfaction that a few minutes later, Vi watched Caitlyn pull up her underwear, legs still trembling and lips pink and swollen.
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It wasn’t that Caitlyn didn’t want the strings. She just didn’t know how to let herself have them.
“So…” Mel drawled in that tone Cait had come to dread. “How’s Vi?” Her voice tilted up at the end, dragging the question out. Caitlyn looked down at her breakfast - a Turkish omelette, tomato still sizzling in the skillet as she tried to think of ways to avoid the question, but knew her friend would never let her get away with it.
“I’m sure she’s fine.” She said instead, hoping Mel would drop it.
It would seem Caitlyn didn’t get anything she hoped for these days.
“Fine?” Mel hedged, a dog with a bone. She took a sip of her coffee, dark eyes studying Caitlyn from over the rim of her cup. “From what I’ve observed, that beautiful woman could do with a little more attention. From you, specifically.”
Caitlyn felt tears rise in her, quicker than even the shock she felt that she was perhaps about to cry in downtown Piltover at breakfast of all places.
“Mel,” She whispered, not trusting her voice. “You know that’s why I can’t commit any more than I already have.”
This was a conversation they had had many, many, many times in the ten months of Caitlyn and Vi’s… dalliances. Caitlyn was usually able to brush her friends' comments off, but it had been an exceedingly long, difficult week and she just didn’t have it in her to pretend anymore.
“You know that’s why… You know I can’t… I’m so busy, she… she deserves someone who can make her their whole world.”
Mel’s eyes were exceedingly gentle as she reached across the table. Her hand was warm and comforting, giving something for Caitlyn to focus on other than the sting behind her eyes. “Oh Caitlyn darling,” She said, words missing the loving criticism they had been filled with before, full now, only of love. “I know that’s what you think, but… Have you spoken to Vi about it? I think she’s strong enough to be able to decide what she wants for herself.”
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There was something different about the way Caitlyn was fucking her tonight.
She had arrived in a flurry, the air around her tense and full of static, like the charge in the air right before a lightning strike.
She was under Vi now, whimpering as they kissed, as Vi’s hands roamed down her body, slipping between her legs. She gasped as Vi parted her folds, not pressing her fingers in just yet, instead gliding two up to her clit then back to her opening again, teasing lightly.
“Vi-” Caitlyn gasped, her breathing heavy and Vi smirked, looking up from her work just long enough to see a tear run down Caitlyn’s cheek.
Caitlyn was… Fuck, Caitlyn was crying.
Vi pulled her hand back immediately, but stayed close. “Cait?” She asked, as panic thrummed through her. “Shit Cait, are you okay? What did I do?”
At this, Caitlyn covered her face with both hands and sobbed, and Vi had never been more confused or as fucking concerned in her life. She ran a hand up Caitlyn’s side in an attempt to be soothing, but pulled back as she realised she wasn’t sure what would comfort Caitlyn right now. They didn’t ever touch in a non-sexual way.
And Vi still wasn’t certain she wasn’t the cause of all this.
“Cupcake?” She tried, increasingly desperate as the woman she loved cried in the bed next to her.
The pet name just seemed to make her cry harder and Vi breathed in sharply. “Cait, can I hold you? Would that help?”
Caitlyn didn’t pull her hands away from her face, but she nodded and Vi felt a rush of relief at the ability to do something to help her. She gathered Caitlyn in her arms, pressing their bodies together in as many places as she could, winding her arms around Cait and holding tight, the way Powder liked to be held when she was overwhelmed.
Vi’s hand hovered over Caitlyn’s head before she decided to throw caution to the wind, and stroked her hair gently, soothingly, she hoped. After a moment, Caitlyn pulled her hands away from her face to wind them around Vi’s waist, a nose pressing into the join of Vi’s neck.
“Cait baby,” Vi whispered, the pet name slipping out unbidden. “Can you tell me what's going on?”
“I can’t do this anymore.” Caitlyn confessed into Vi’s skin. Her stomach plummeted through the floor of her fifth story apartment and into the core of the earth. “ Vi I can’t, it’s too hard, it’s too much.”
Too hard.
Too much.
She wasn’t looking in a mirror but Vi knew if she were, her face would be pale, blood withdrawn. She swallowed, and it hurt, the lump in her throat grappling for dominance.
“Too hard?”
She was always too hard in the end. Too hard to get to know. Too hard to deal with her past, her time locked up. Too hard to deal with the fact that her family would always need her, that she would always prioritise them. Too hard to be seen with someone so rough and haggard, tattooed and scarred and-
“To pretend I’m not desperately in love with you.”
Vi’s distressed spiral of her worst insecurities stopped. Everything stopped really. The world could have imploded and Vi wouldn’t have noticed, as long as she had Cait in her arms.
“You’re what?”
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Caitlyn pulled back from the soft, safe cocoon of Vi’s neck to look her in the eye. As soon as she met those grey irises however, she chickened out, going to bury her head once more, but Vi’s hand found her face, cupping it oh-so gently, encouraging, but not forcing her to stay where Vi could see her.
“Could you repeat that for me Cupcake?”
Repeat that? Vi was so many things, but Caitlyn had never thought cruel was one of them.
“Vi,” She protested weakly. “Don’t make me say it again. I’m sorry, I know we said no strings-”
“You said no strings.” Vi interrupted.
“I said no strings,” Caitlyn corrected. “But I failed.”
Vi’s chest was rising and falling rapidly against Caitlyn’s. The hand that had stilled its stroking her hair when Caitlyn had started speaking, resumed its movements. Caitlyn basked in it, despite herself, treasuring these last few moments in Vi’s arms.
“I want all the strings, Cait.” And it was Caitlyn’s turn to freeze.
She stared at Vi, searching her face for any sign of a lie, for anything to clarify that Caitlyn had misinterpreted her words. But Vi gazed steadily back at her, fingers still carding through her hair.
“I have so little to offer.” Cait found herself whispering, tears building behind her eyes. “I’m so busy with work, I’m afraid I can’t give you what you need.”
Vi snorted and a tear fell from Caitlyn’s cheek at that, wiped away quickly by Vi’s thumb swiping reverently across her cheek.
“Hey,” Vi soothed, before more tears could fall. “I’m sorry Cait, I’m not laughing at you, I just…” She pulled away and Caitlyn watched an incredulous expression cross her face before wide eyes returned to hers. “I just think you should let me decide what I need, okay?”
Caitlyn frowned. She wasn’t sure what was happening. This was the single most confusing rejection she had ever faced in her life.
“I don’t need anything but you, sweet girl.” Vi murmured, and Caitlyn was at risk of crying again. “I don’t want to stop you from doing what you love. I wanna be there for you. I want to make you coffee in the morning and have dinner ready for you when you get home from a long day of work. I want you to tell me every thought that passes through that brilliant head of yours. I want to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up to you every morning for the rest of my life because I love you, Cait. I want every string, thread or chain you’ve got. I want you to tie me down forever, cause baby, I’m yours.”
Caitlyn blinked, her still watery eyes clearing.
“You love me.”
“I love you.” Vi confirmed, and maybe, Caitlyn might have questioned a little, might have asked if she were sure. But the look on Vi’s face, the determined set of her brows, the slight upward curl of her lips, the absolute certainty in her eyes…
Caitlyn wouldn’t insult Vi by questioning her any further.
She felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had read once that when studied under a microscope, tears shed as a result of different emotions had different structural makeups. She imagined someone studying the tears she had cried right here in this bed, and figured no one would believe the utter sorrow and then joy she had felt within the space of a few moments.
Vi looked concerned again, but Caitlyn grinned, unable to hold back the sob-turned-giggle as she took Vi’s face in her hands, kissing her face.
“I love you.” Between breaths as she peppered Vi with little kisses. Her cheekbone, the apple of her cheek, the tip of her nose. “And you love me.” Astonished as she kissed the other side of her scarred face, Vi laughing beneath her a calloused hand running reverently up Caitlyn’s side.
She pressed a few quick, joy-filled kisses to Vi’s lips, leaning back to see grey eyes, sparking back at her, before Vi was tugging her back in for a proper kiss.
“I love you.” Vi murmured against her lips, before catching Caitlyn’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulling just the way she knew Caitlyn liked. “I love you, so stop keeping me at arms length.”
“Never again.” Caitlyn agreed when the kiss broke, a heat building in her stomach. She pushed herself up onto an elbow so she could lean over Vi angling the kiss a little better.
As Vi’s hand skirted down her back to cup her rear, Caitlyn became all too aware of the activity they had been engaged with right before her breakdown, and she pressed her thighs together, still slick and begging for attention. Caitlyn whined, and pressed her hips into Vi, who pulled back with a chuckle, even as her pupils were blown wide.
“What can I do for you, my pretty girl?”
My pretty girl.
It was a good thing Caitlyn was laying down or she might have swooned. What a time to have discovered that she really enjoyed the use of possessive terms.
“I want you in me.” She murmured. “But I want you close.”
“Will I get the strap?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn gasped, then, “No.” Abhorred by the thought of separating from Vi, even for a second. Thought again about Vi’s strong arms around her as Caitlyn was filled. “Yes.”
Vi just chuckled indulgently, kissing Caitlyn deep. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“It’s a yes.” Cait gasped as rough fingers twisted her nipple. “It’s a definite yes.”
Even with this decided, and tension so strong it felt almost like a third party in their bed, they stayed entwined, kissing, luxuriating, loving.
Vi, ever the stronger one, pulled away first to reach into her bedside drawer and pulled a cool leather harness up over her hips.
“Which-?”
“Red one.” Caitlyn said, cutting Vi off. It wasn’t the longest, but had a lovely girth, and more than anything, it felt like VI.
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Vi wished she could have bottled the sounds Caitlyn made when she entered her.
She felt as if she was in some fever dream, the edges all hazy and delirious, and she revelled in it, even as she rebelled, trying to imprint every single breath into her memory.
Caitlyn loved her.
And Vi intended on showing her how much she treasured that. Immediately. And then again later. And perhaps all night, if Caitlyn would let her.
Caitlyn lay beneath her, hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. Her eyes were half lidded, gazing up at Vi. One of Vi’s forearms was tucked beneath her neck, Caitlyn’s head resting in Vi’s hand and god, they’d done this before, but they had never done this before. Intimacy so intense, Vi could have put on a hundred layers of clothes, and still she would have felt exposed.
Vi bottomed out, and circled her hips into the base of the toy, designed for such pleasure. Caitlyn groaned beneath her as Vi gasped, their kisses morphing into heavy breathing against one another’s lips. Caitlyn’s legs wrapped tightly around Vi’s waist, holding her so close, it made it a little hard to thrust as fully as Vi might have planned, but she was loath to put any distance between them. Instead, she rolled her hips, grinding into Cait as the other woman melted beneath her.
“Vi,” Caitlyn gasped, tangling her fingers in the longer strands of Vi’s hair. Vi pulled her earlobe between her teeth, making a slow, worshipful path down the side of her neck to the base of her throat. They were pressed together so tight, it was a struggle for Vi to slip one hand between their bodies, to circle her fingers on the bundle of nerves at the apex of Caitlyn’s thighs. But she managed it, and Caitlyn cried out, arching into her.
“Violet, I, going to-”
Vi circled her hips, angling upwards to hit that spot that always drove Cait crazy. Caitlyn panted heavily below her, and Vi wasn’t far off herself, the emotions of the night filling her with tension, desperately needing to be relieved.
“Vi, look at me please.” Caitlyn gasped, and Vi could do nothing but obey. Caitlyn looked wrecked, pupils blown wide, and a single strand of blue hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Caitlyn was biting her lip, her eyes full of vulnerability and Vi knew she was close.
“Let go baby,” She encouraged softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Caitlyn’s swollen lips. “I love it when you come for me.”
Caitlyn came so hard, Vi almost felt like the toy inside her lover was a real appendage attached to her. She could imagine so vividly the way Caitlyn was clenching, pulsing with pleasure. The sight of her undone took Vi over the edge with her, coming with a groan, burying her face into Caitlyn’s neck.
It was several moments later before Vi came back to herself, feeling Caitlyn’s long fingers run gently through her hair, the sticky press of their bodies tangled together. Vi pulled her knees beneath her, just long enough to withdraw carefully from Caitlyn, unbuckle the harness and toss it towards the end of the bed to be dealt with later. She re-entered the circle of Caitlyn’s arms, resting her head on her chest and tangling their legs together once more.
They would move from here soon enough, go to the bathroom, take a shower, order in from Jericho's. Caitlyn would sleep over for the first time, and Vi would have the most restful sleep of her life. But for the moment, Vi let herself relax and enjoy her post-orgasmic bliss, tangled up with her-
“Wait, Cupcake, you’re my girlfriend, right?”
Caitlyn laughed beneath her, kissing the crown of her head. “I would sure hope so.”
Vi nodded in satisfaction, giving Caitlyn’s waist a little squeeze. “Okay good.”
The lull of sleep was coming to claim her, but Vi didn’t mind. She was wrapped up with the girl she loved, and neither of them were going anywhere.