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“You’re everything this universe has to offer, and I want y—”
Vi lunged forward and pulled Caitlyn down for a bruising kiss. Caitlyn’s lips met hers with a muffled little “oh!” that dissolved into her skin. Then Caitlyn’s hands were grasping at Vi’s hard edges, searching, claiming. Vi writhed at the attention, pressed herself up against softness.
She pushed Caitlyn back against the wall, shoved that goddamn dress up, and hiked one of those long legs up around her own hip so she could press herself between Caitlyn’s legs. She devoured Caitlyn’s mouth, then broke away to kiss a path along her lover’s jaw and elegant neck. “God, I’m gonna ruin you.”
Caitlyn’s pupils were blown wide, and her breaths came short, shallow. “Please do,” she whispered, and she ground back against Vi.
Vi groaned. “Shiiiit, cupcake.” She fisted one dirty hand in Caitlyn’s flawless hair and dragged her mouth back to Vi’s. With the other hand she explored the body she’d been admiring for God knew how long now.
Caitlyn moaned into her mouth at the attentions as she fumbled with the apron, untying it and throwing it on the floor. Then she tugged at Vi’s T-shirt and, still panting: “This okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Vi expected her to rip the shirt off over her head, but instead Caitlyn shoved her hands up under it, like she was in such a rush to feel more of Vi she couldn’t be bothered to strip her first, and the sheer need in it made the embers in Vi’s stomach blaze higher.
Caitlyn palmed Vi’s chest through her sports bra, and for a split second Vi wished she’d worn something sexier, something more fitting for the goddess of a woman she was falling for. But Caitlyn’s eyes closed and she purred, and her thumbs swiped over Vi’s pierced nipples. Sensation shivered through her whole body.
Vi plumped Caitlyn’s full breasts up for her perusal. “God, that’s a view I could get used to.” After simply admiring them for a long moment, she sipped one dusky nipple between her lips. Writhing, Caitlyn made little noises, tiny mewls of approval that revved Vi’s engine.
“That’s it,” Vi murmured against her skin. “Let me hear you.”
Caitlyn hesitated but didn’t pull away. “But—the paparazzi—”
“I don’t give a fuck about them. Right now, this is you and me.” Vi moved to the other nipple. “So tell me what you like. Let me give it to you.”
Leaning her head back, Caitlyn thrust her chest deeper into Vi’s mouth. “I like what you’re—ahhh—what you’re doing. How you make me feel, how you treat me. Like I won’t break if you play too rough.”
A rough sound, almost a growl, ripped from Vi’s throat. Caitlyn liked it a little rough, then. Vi could manage that. She hiked Caitlyn’s other leg up around her waist and pressed her harder against the wall, thrusting her hips forward to hold her up. Caitlyn raked her hands through Vi’s shaggy hair and tugged her in for another needy kiss.
Vi was well aware she wasn’t on Caitlyn’s level. She could just imagine the tabloids: Random Barista Sullies Sheriff of Piltover in Storage Closet! Caitlyn Kiramman Soiled by No-Name Commoner! The world had put Caitlyn on this pedestal, and if this tryst got out, she’d be knocked to the ground.
But Caitlyn wanted this.
Wanted her .
And Vi was going to give her whatever she wanted, for as long and as hard as she wanted it.
She tore her black tee up over her head and peeled off her sports bra. Then she dropped to her knees. “Spread your legs, cupcake” was the only warning she gave before tugging Caitlyn’s thong to the side and pressing her open mouth to her hot center. Caitlyn cried out at the contact, lifting her hips to meet Vi’s exploring tongue. She was so fucking wet already, and it was delicious . Vi lapped it all up, high on the knowledge that she’d done this to her. Turned her on so well, so completely.
She gripped Caitlyn’s thighs, spread them further apart, her fingertips digging into smooth, fair skin. Caitlyn fisted both hands in Vi’s hair and rode her face. Her moans filled the tiny space, filled Vi with heat and pride. She swirled her tongue over Caitlyn’s clit, and Cait shivered with a high-pitched noise that sounded vaguely like “yesss.”
“That’s it,” Caitlyn panted, still grinding down on Vi. “God, you feel so good. Fuck.”
Had Vi heard her swear before? The profanity sounded different on Caitlyn’s tongue. Dirtier, somehow. Vi liked it. She hummed as she licked a line up Cait’s honeyed slit, and earned herself another whispered expletive.
Fuck yes.
Caitlyn shook with desire, her very breaths trembling in her throat. She keened for more, and Vi was delighted to give it to her. Two fingers eased into her with a gasp (Caitlyn’s) and a hungry sigh (Vi’s). Her cunt was a warm, wet welcome, more of a home than anyplace Vi had ever lived, which was a dangerous thought. Because now Vi couldn’t imagine going even a few days without claiming it again for herself, without making Caitlyn fall apart in her arms like this at least five more times.
Then Cait was moving, fucking herself on Vi’s fingers, and goddamn, it was the sexiest thing Vi had ever seen. Her breathing was rough, choppy like an angry sea, and her needy cries pitched upward. Hot with need, never letting up, Vi watched as the rising wave of pleasure washed over Caitlyn. Those long legs buckled, and Vi caught her.
They stood there together, clinging to each other, for what felt like an eternity. Her ear was pressed to Cait’s chest, listening to her heart hammer out a desperate rhythm as she recovered. Once the beats and her breaths evened out, Vi eased out of Caitlyn’s arms, testing her ability to stand on her own. Cait swayed a little but managed it.
Vi wasn’t expecting Caitlyn to reciprocate. No hard feelings, it was just statistically unlikely. People rarely felt the inclination to take care of Vi in any way; they assumed she was capable of handling everything herself, and she was , but sometimes she wished she didn’t have to, you know? And sure, it would be fucking easy to get herself off to this memory, but—
Caitlyn bent down and pressed another hungry kiss to her mouth, slipping one hand down Vi’s pants. Two fingers slid in the wetness there, stroking down her soaked slit, and Vi’s breath shivered on the inhale.
Caitlyn purred. “Mmmm. You feel so good.” She kissed her way down to Vi’s hard nipple, and then her tongue was swirling around the piercing, sending intense sensation vibrating through Vi’s entire body. Her other hand found the other nipple and played with it, rolling and tugging and flicking, until Vi was rolling her hips into Caitlyn’s palm, panting for more when she hadn’t expected anything at all. And then Caitlyn lifted her lips to the shell of Vi’s ear and kept talking . “That’s my sexy girl. Move for me, Violet. Take what feels good.”
Vi meant to sigh, or groan, or do something traditionally attractive, but what came out was a whine. A desperate sound, needy, uncharacteristically pathetic. All for Cait. Cait, who wanted to take care of her in return. Who valued Vi’s pleasure as much as Vi valued Cait’s. Who was beyond anything Vi could ever have dreamed a year ago when the actress first stepped inside League Café.
Caitlyn nibbled on Vi’s earlobe. Long, slim fingers danced expertly in and out of her pussy, with her thumb swirling over her clit. “Tell me,” she murmured, “how does it feel to have me inside you?”
It took a second for Vi to drum up coherent words. “It’s amazing,” she managed. “It’s so good.”
“Very good,” Caitlyn purred, and the praise had Vi lifting onto her tiptoes. This did not go unnoticed. “Ohh, you poor thing. Is it not enough for you?” The words were teasing but indulgent.
Vi liked it, but she was struggling to think straight. “W-what?”
God bless her, Caitlyn went for the straightforward translation as she tweaked the nipple piercing. “Is two fingers enough, or do you want more?”
“More,” Vi begged. “Please. Fill me. And you can go harder.”
“Harder?” Caitlyn echoed faintly, sounding somehow both scandalized and pleased.
“I said what I said. Fuck me, for the love of God.”
A low chuckle. “All right, love.” Before the term of endearment could register, she eased a third finger into Vi. Once Vi had had a chance to adjust, Cait started thrusting deeper, fiercer.
Vi moaned, spreading her legs wide to accommodate. The perfect fill, the perfect angle. Her legs trembled, and her hips thrust to meet Caitlyn’s hand. Skin slapped against skin, the sound filling the closet. “Ohhh, fuck yes.”
Caitlyn hummed. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. In bed, with one hand down my underwear. Or in the shower, with the water raining down on my naked body. I couldn’t picture anyone but you.”
Pleasure sizzled inside Vi. She fantasizes about me? “Do I live up to it?” she panted.
“Reality is even better than the fantasy.” Caitlyn pressed herself flush against Vi, and Vi kicked up one thigh between her lover’s legs. Caitlyn rode her again, apparently not yet satiated, and Vi watched with fervor even when the overwhelming pleasure urged her to squeeze her eyes shut.
She wanted to commit tonight to memory. Every inch of Caitlyn, every touch, every kiss. It was all above and beyond what she deserved, what she’d thought she’d ever get. And Caitlyn couldn’t stop thinking about her, got off to the thought of her, visited every day just to see her.
She was half in love with Caitlyn already. How much farther would she be falling?
Vi climbed higher and higher toward the nearing peak, pleasure coiling in her core. Grinding down on Vi’s thigh, Caitlyn strummed her clit and fucked her into oblivion. The rhythm was faltering, though: Caitlyn was close to coming again.
Vi stretched for that mountaintop, and—
“Don’t come yet,” Caitlyn panted. “Hold on a moment longer.”
So fucking close. Vi whined again. “But I’m—”
“I know, love. Trust me. I want you to come with me.”
Vi had never orgasmed at the same time as a partner. She’d never been close enough with anyone to bother asking. But something about Caitlyn… Vi cared enough to offer that bit of herself. Even if it didn’t work, she cared enough to try. “Okay,” she said quietly.
Caitlyn bit her lower lip. “Tug on my hair. Like you did before.”
Vi reached up and fisted her fingers in that long, dark hair, and she yanked backwards to bare Caitlyn’s throat. Cait gasped, and her rhythm on Vi’s thigh stuttered again.
Caitlyn liked a little harshness, which was easy, but she liked words too. Vi could do words.
“You’re fucking delicious.” She drew Cait in and inhaled her sweet scent. If there was a God out there, Caitlyn was made in her image. “You smell good, and you taste good, and you feel good. I could spend all week worshiping your body.”
Caitlyn whimpered. Her free hand came up to Vi’s bicep and squeezed.
“You like that, huh? You like a gym rat?” Vi bit Caitlyn’s neck, careful not to leave a mark. Actresses probably got in trouble for showing up to filming with hickeys. “I’ll carry you out of here, throw you on my bed, and have my way with you all night long—”
“Yes,” Caitlyn panted, her fingers plunging deep into Vi’s cunt at that blessed angle, “ Violet, yes—”
“You’re so close to coming all over me again. You want that release?” Vi was shaking with the effort to keep herself from falling over the cliff’s edge, but she held on.
Caitlyn all but sobbed.
“Then come with me, cupcake. Now.”
The stars inside them exploded.
Crying out roughly, Caitlyn came apart on Vi’s thigh, as Vi shattered on Caitlyn’s fingers. Both women leaned into each other, bracing each other against the orgasms tearing through them. Vi floated among the stars, tethered to the earth only by her connection to Caitlyn’s body. Her connection to Caitlyn’s heart.
Gradually Vi drifted back to the ground, and she rose up on tiptoe to kiss her lover again, gently this time. She had forgotten how good it felt to have someone else care about her pleasure. Besides that, though, Caitlyn was a force of nature all on her own, beyond any other partner Vi had had in her life. “Fuck. That was incredible.”
Caitlyn, flushed and struggling to catch her own breath as well, treated her to a warm, gap-toothed smile that lit up her whole face. “It was.”
“Do you…?” Vi’s usual confidence faltered. “Do you want to do it again sometime?”
Caitlyn laughed, the sound clear as a chime on the wind, and for a second Vi’s stomach dropped. Why was the question funny? Was this just a hookup after all? That seemed unlike the Caitlyn Vi had come to know, but maybe it was just a little “dip your toe in the dirty lake for fun” game she hadn’t been aware of. Maybe this had all meant nothing, and she meant nothing, and—
“Of course I want to do it again,” Caitlyn said as if it should have been obvious, and the rising anxiety whooshed out of Vi in one massive exhale. “Maybe not right now . I’m quite winded at the moment. But soon, ideally. And often.”
Vi chuckled and kissed her, just because she could. “It’s quiet out there. Let me see if they’ve left.” After pulling her sports bra and T-shirt on, she let herself out of the storage closet and peeked out at the storefront. The crowd had indeed dispersed—and when Vi glanced at the dark skies and the clock on the wall, she snorted. No wonder the fans had given up. Their little back-room tryst had taken much longer than she’d realized.
She returned to Caitlyn, drew her out into her arms. “All clear. If you want, I can pack up what’s left of the snacks and send it home with you.”
“Can I bring you home with me?”
Vi combed her fingers through Caitlyn’s sex-mussed hair and considered the offer. It was definitely tempting, but she’d already stayed out late enough that Jinx’s anxiety would flare up. Not coming home at all was out of the question. “I can’t.”
“Oh. I see.” Caitlyn pulled away, looking chastened.
Vi cupped her face and tugged her back in. “I’m not opposed . It’s just that my sister’s expecting me home. Maybe tomorrow instead?”
Caitlyn let out a relieved little huff. “All right. I’d like that.” She texted her driver, and the black sedan with tinted windows pulled up outside the café.
Vi boxed up the leftovers, eased the containers into a takeaway bag, and passed it to Caitlyn with a wink. “Enjoy. And text me when you get home safe.”
“I will.” Caitlyn kissed her goodbye, soft and chaste, before walking out into the night. Vi watched her go with a happy ache in her chest.
Tonight was the start of something new. Something Vi had hardly dared to hope for.
Vi tidied up the cafe, her mind whirring. It was hard to believe this was real. Not because Cait was world-famous, but because she was good . She was good and honest and soft in a way Vi couldn’t be. She was imperfect, sure, not the holy-pure-angel-baby her fans screamed about, but she was all the more wonderful with her flaws and her facets. And Vi was ready to treat her the way she clearly yearned to be treated—like a human rather than a caricature.
But Vi had to admit, too… she wasn’t half in love with Cait just for Cait’s sake. She made her feel good, made her feel loved in a way she’d thought was lost to her. Caitlyn fit; she set a puzzle piece in place deep in Vi’s chest that Vi had thought would simply be missing forever.
Vi’s phone buzzed in her pocket on her way out the door.
Caitlyn: I’m home.
So am I, Vi thought, her heart light for the first time she could remember.