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Caitlyn huffed and she shifted the box she was carrying higher on her hip as she fiddled to lose the carabiner of new keys from the belt loop on her dungarees with her free hand.
They had finally bit the bullet as it were. Moving back in together. It had been a simple calculation really. In Caitlyn’s mind, why pay household expenses for two apartments when they could just share one and save the commute? It was practical. Ideal. Certainly not a codependent move on either of their parts.
Cait’s shoulder had finally healed. Leaving a keloided scar in jagged bumpy remembrance of that time she narrowly escaped Jinx’s murderous intent. Her dungaree straps covered the raised skin but the way the fabric of her tank top and the canvas of her overalls joined together to rustle over the raised bump were an ever constant reminder of that moment. The thing that brought them back together.
“Welcome home, my love!”
Vi - five feet behind her - having trudged her way up the sidewalk from their rented truck carrying enough boxes stacked on top of one another to barely fit through the doorway - grunted back from behind the stack of cardboard, “You." She huffed and puffed behind the stack of boxes. “no. YOU welcome home.” She shifted and Cait could spy the strands of pink that framed her face. They had fallen out of the little bun piled high on her head and secured with a thin black elastic. The shaved side remained, but over the years the longer parts of her hair continued to grow. Unmanaged and Untamed. A half-mullet that was “all Vi” as Cait called it.
Their new place is the perfect compromise. A two-story townhome on the edge of Piltover. A quick walk from the precinct and a short Zeppelin ride to make it down to The Underground for Vi. Although she opted to free-run most days. However, she more-often-than-not found herself needing to soak her aching joints after those bouts of strenuous activity. As Cait liked to remind her while she washed her hair during these soaks, “Once you turn 30, Vi, your joints go to hell. so enjoy these days free from lower back pain.” Vi would splash her with suds and more than once she pulled Cait into the bathtub with her. That cheeky bitch.
Caitlyn took boxes from Vi and set them around what will eventually be their living room. Soon enough, Vi was able to set the last two to the ground. Vi clapped her hands together as she stood up. “That’s all the boxes babe. I’m gonna return the truck & when I come back, we can get started on unpacking a few rooms together, yeah?
“That sounds delightful. See you in a moment Darling.” Their lips met in a simple press of affection. “Come back soon.” Caitlyn released Vi and Vi made a move to step through the threshold and close the door. “and with food!” Cait shouted at the closed door as she heard Vi’s key turn in the lock to secure their home.
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“Honey, I’m home!” Vi swings in the door clutching a paper bag and balancing a drink container with two drinks perched precariously in her other hand. She spins to close the front door with her hip before setting the bag and the drinks on the entryway table. She empties the pockets of her maroon coveralls throwing her keys and wallet to the console table before turning to find Cait waiting across the currently unfurnished space of their living room. Standing behind the counter. Weird… but Vi shakes off the feeling quickly.
“Oh I love hearing you say that” Caitlyn leans over the counter that looks into their living room directly at their front door.
Vi spies two glasses of a glimmering gold bubbly on the counter in front of Cait. “What’s all this?”
“Just a little welcome home present. I figured before we begin to unpack, we should celebrate this monumentous occasion.”
“And…” Vi can tell there’s more to that sentence by the way Cait leans on the counter. The straps and front panel of her overalls are nowhere to be seen. She’s probably shifted them off of her shoulders and they probably hang loosely at her waist behind the counter. She’s pressing forward on her forearms, bountiful cleavage on display, framed by the ultramarine strands hanging loose, framing her face and tickling at the tops of her breasts as they strain against her tank top. The soft curves exaggerated and elevated between her biceps. It’d be almost comical if she weren’t so fucking hot.
“And I thought we deserve a little treat. to. Christen our place.” she draws out the our as she grabs her glass and straightens up to take a sip. She shifts her gaze and raises an eyebrow. Vi’s gaze tracks along to spy the missing overalls. They’re tossed haphazardly in what will eventually be their Living room. While the overalls are splayed in an uncharacteristically hazardous pile, Vi spies the undergarments Cait had thrown on this morning when they began this moving adventure placed neatly on top of the overalls. the fabric which had been in contact with Cait’s most sensitive parts, a deeper, wetter, muskier blue than the rest of the garment front and center; in a display meant to provoke a… Reaction. Clearly.
“Ah.” Surprised, Vi brings her gaze back to Cait with a wolfish grin before intoning a delighted “Ah” as she understands what Cait actually wants. Vi tugs at the hair-tie in her hair to reveal a cavalcade of pink. She quickly tucks her chin to her chest to bend over to gather all of the loose strands to bring them back up into a series of folds once again at the top of her head. She lashes the mess back into a bun with the hair-tie and continues moving toward the kitchen counter. “So This is why all the blinds are pulled down…”
“Yes.” They hold eye contact while Vi takes torturously slow steps into the kitchen. Vi trails her fingers around the edge of the counter as she crosses the transition from the living/dining room hardwood to kitchen tile. Charged anticipation courses through the air.
A small smile crosses and then retreats from Vi’s lips as her voice settles in her chest to rumble with desire, “Say that again.”
Caitlyn juts out her chin to challenge in a small voice, ”Make me.”
In a flash, Vi’s palms find Cait’s waist as her lips find Cait’s neck. She wants to live in the surprised gasp and reverent “Yes” that slips from Cait’s lips at the contact.
She tears her lips away from sucking at Cait’s pulse point to crash into her lips. Pulsing pushing. tongues sliding against one another as fingers weave into hair and bodies press and crash into one another once more. Vi’s hips press Cait’s into the drawer pulls attached to the counter and it should be painful but at that exact moment, Vi shifts her thigh between Cait’s exposed core bringing the exact pressure and contact directly to the place Cait needs it most. A ragged “Yess” flies from someone’s lips echoed back by someone else. Cait? Vi? Both? Who knows; who cares.
Their gasping breaths mingle as the heat builds and their tempo picks up. Lips gnash against one another desperate to pulse and press. Tongues trail as they taste and tantalize. Caitlyn pulls away with Vi’s bottom lip between her teeth, as Vi trails her fingers along the bare skin of Cait’s thighs. Cait goes to remove her tank top.
“No.” she practically growls as her hands fly to Cait’s - already poised to remove the garment. Vi grabs her wrists, paused at the seam of the tank top before pulling Cait’s hands away from the fabric and positioning them to grasp - palm down on the counter - gripping over the edge. Vi gives her a look through hooded lashes. Three parts snarl to one part engulfing flame - throw in a dash of cocky optimism and a sprinkle of the knowledge that she’s about to put her mouth on Caitlyn’s cunt and bring her to a gasping filthy peak. A look that sears the air between them.
Wordless and grasping, Cait can only return a question in looks. The words stolen away by anticipation and heat as her eyes bore into Vi’s. They beg. They plead. They falter as Vi works out the words.
“Keep it on.” She simpers as she begins to nip at Cait’s breasts through the fabric.
“fffffuck. that feels incredible. you feel incredible darling.”
Vi shifts her grip behind Cait’s thighs to lift Cait onto the counter that separates their living room from their kitchen and Vi sinks to her knees on the cold tile.
Vi looks up at Cait between her thighs and in a moment of tenderness. Cait runs her nails along the shorn side of Vi’s mullet. Vi sets her temple against Cait’s thigh, closes her eyes and enjoys the contact for just a moment. Cait’s heart clenches at the tender sight before Vi’s eyes pop open to meet hers.
Vi breathes out a question. “Ready?” her hot breath crashes against Cait’s most delicate spots.
Cait nods and her mouth falls open in to a full throated moan as Vi connects. Bringing her tongue to Cait to swirl and pulse and tease and lap at Caitlyn’s core. She caresses and swirls and sucks and hums as Caitlyn climbs higher and higher seated on the kitchen counter in their new home. Her thighs tense around Vi’s cheeks as Vi works at Caitlyn, raggedly exhaling and inhaling through her nose when she can. Plunging her tongue deeper. pushing her lips and stretching her jaw to pulse her tongue into Cait. skating the muscle through slick as she brings her fingers up to join - to tease - at Cait’s entrance. Vi shifts her focus to latch onto the sensitive nub at the crest of Cait; employing suction and stroking twice with her tongue before releasing and pulling back to pause. Waiting for permission. She raises her gaze to meet Cait’s.
Cait huffs. though gasps, “Gods. Vi… Yes. Please yes… I need you inside of me. Please my love. I’m close.”
Vi smirks at the naked desire and resumes the ministrations that had been pulling at the tight coil of Cait’s arousal. Cait can feel it building, pulling, tugging, heaving at every motion made by that incredible mouth. “Oh gods, Vi.” Vi takes that as a sign and gingerly positions her middle and ring fingers together at Cait’s entrance before gently but firmly applying pressure to glide forward into and curl up against the warm, firm muscle of Cait.
“Yess” she hisses and heaves at the intrusion. Her left hand that had been gripping the counter flies to the bun on top of Vi’s head and tightens into an iron grip. Vi moans into Caitlyn at the firm tug.
Vi moves her fingers. pumping quickly into Cait. In and out, in and out, she moves faster and faster. curling and pumping hitting that perfect spot as her lips and tongue tend to the most sensitive part of Caitlyn. Caitlyn’s “yes”es have hit a peak. A sound building from low guttural “yes”es with every thrust to a higher breathier prolonged sound. She’s stretched taught. A tension fit to break. Vi continues working at Cait until she snaps.
In a cacophony - a crash - an utter deluge of Cait bursts forth down Vi’s chin. Running two small rivulets of slick tangled with saliva down Vi’s palm to her forearm as Caitlyn cums. Gasping, writhing her hips as the jolts of her orgasm tickle their way to every convulsing nerve.
Vi stills her ministrations and removes her slick coated hand to hold onto Cait’s thigh. Vi keeps her mouth in place as Cait bucks against her. She moves with Cait as Cait needs. Soaking in the sounds and the smell of Cait riding out the last judders of her orgasm. Finally Cait’s hips still and Vi glances up to spy Cait, breathing heavily as the warm blanket of satisfaction that inevitably follows an orgasm makes its way into Cait’s every nerve. Caitlyn hums. Utterly satisfied before opening her eyes to find Vi starring up at her. Vi’s lips still pressed against her labia in the filthiest of chaste kisses.
Vi pulls away from Cait’s center a string of slick connecting her lips to Cait’s snaps to the counter as Cait’ thighs twitch and she settles back into herself. Cait grabs Vi’s chin with her palm and digs her thumb and fingertips into Vi’s cheeks. A shuddering breath before she can finally articulate an airy “Thank you” which earns a wink and a gentle dig of her fingertips into the sides of Cait’s thighs from Vi.
“mhmm.” Vi licks her lips before bringing her thumb to her chin to swirl the drops of Cait left there. “Thank you, sweetheart.” she says before she pops her thumb complete with the collected burst of Cait in her mouth to savor the taste in one final bout of sinful activity before they turn their attention to the domestic tasks at hand. Caitlyn blows out an overheated breath at the sight. Vi stands, presses a kiss to Cait’s lips and Cait can smell herself all over Vi and it is, as Vi would say, fucking hot.
Vi moves to the sink to wash her hands and rinse her chin when Caitlyn remembers how to speak. "Are you hungry?”
Vi turns back to Cait at the question. “Just ate. Thanks.” Vi says with a wink, the tip of her tongue on display pinched between her canines as she affects a cheesy smirk complete with waggling eyebrows.
"I meant the burgers.”
“Oh yeah! Those.” Vi leaves the kitchen to grab the bag from the console table as Cait pushes herself off the counter to stand on wobbly legs and pulls her dungarees back on. She vows to clean up the discarded pants later.
Vi distributes the burgers and Fries - “Chips,” Cait corrects her - and they happily munch standing at the counter.
After some time, Lunch is finished. Caitlyn turns to Vi. “I’m just going to freshen up and then we can tackle the kitchen?”
“Sounds good to me,” Vi says though a mouthful of fries. “I’ll be here when you get back”
Caitlyn downs the last of her champagne, presses a simple kiss to Vi’s cheek, and spins away to bound up the stairs.
Vi finishes her bubbly in a gulp too and then clears away the remains of their lunch before wiping down the counter to clear away the crumbs, sweat, and slick that had fallen there during their… christening.
The afternoon passes rather quickly. After finishing unpacking the kitchen by herself, unpacking most of the books meant to live in the living room by herself, and unpacking the toiletries for the downstairs bathroom by herself, Vi hears some rustling in the second bedroom/office. Oh shit. is that where Cait’s hiding? She trudges up the stairs slowly. The frustration had slowly built throughout the day. A wormy slimy resentful feeling pushing up into her chest as she remembered and then forgot and then remembered again, in an ever turning cycle, that Cait hadn’t come down the stairs after cleaning herself up like she promised.
She walks over to the second bedroom - eventually it will be their guest room and a spare office, but for now it’s covered in boxes. Caitlyn has opened a box of keepsakes. She is kneeling on the floor in the middle of the rumpus picking through things. Vi watches for a moment as Caitlyn takes out an item, unwraps it, holds it for a moment before wrapping it back up and setting it back in the box.
“Wat’cha doin?”
“Oh Vi! You surprised me! I just found these things and decided I should go through them before we set them up in our home.”
Our home. I like the sound of that. Vi smiles as she inspects imaginary dust on the rolled up sleeve of her coveralls. “Aaaaaand what are you supposed to be doing?”
Cait recoiled like she’d bitten into something bitter. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t. “Would you like to speak to me like we’re adults?”
“Ah geeze. I didn’t mean for that to come out like such a dick.” Vi rubs her face and exhales before continuing. “What I meant was, you disappeared for a while. I thought we were unpacking together.”
Caitlyn folded her hands primly in her lap. “Vi we are allowed to do separate things. If we work in parallel more will get done.”
“Yes but I wanted us to do this together. I thought we were doing this together.”
“We are unpacking together.”
“No we are not. You are unpacking in one room and I am unpacking in another.” Vi brought her hands together in front of her face before bringing her pointer fingers to her pursed lips as she took a deep breath to calm herself down. She swung her hand down in her exhale before bringing one back up to draw her fingernails through the longer side of her hair. This tactile expression of energy enough to speak rationally but not civilly, Vi huffed out more of her annoyance before continuing. “Listen Cait, I thought we were going to do this together. You know, work room by room, together. But I’ve done a couple’a rooms by myself and I just know you’re gonna swoop in after I’m done to rearrange all the things I did without talking to me. And I’m not gonna lie I’m just. It's a little frustrating. That’s all.”
“You can’t be mad at me for things I haven’t done yet, Violet.”
Her voice climbing with her annoyance, “I’m not mad at you for… Okay.” Deep breath, Vi, she tells herself. Pump your breaks, you’re just missing one another. That’s all. “Honey. I am annoyed because I thought we were doing this Together-together, not just together. Does that make sense?
“It absolutely does not make sense.”
“Sunovabitch. Come on Cait. Meet me halfway. You know what I mean.”
“I understand what you mean. It just doesn’t make sense. You mean you want us to be in the same room unpacking the same boxes and setting the same things in the same spaces - together - rather than independently getting more done across a larger swath of space so that we can enjoy our home sooner. I am telling you I find that ludicrous.”
“I’m not asking for efficiency Cait, I’m asking for teamwork. This is a thing that I’d really like to do together.”
“And I believe we need to get this done first before we can relax. Together.”
They blink at one another in the silence. Ice and steel meet in their gazes. Neither willing to bend to the other.
Steel cracks first. “So…”
“We are at an impasse” Ice replies coolly.
“Well one of us has to give, sweetheart.”
Caitlyn hums through a pout in a posh little scoff and turns back to her unpacking. Unwilling to entertain the frivolous idea of wasting time when things could be getting finished.
Vi blinks twice and recoils at the unexpected unwillingness to compromise. She turns away to leave the room. Utterly astounded. Astonished. That Caitlyn, her sweet, smart Caitlyn could be such a. such a. “Bitch” she says under her breath barely aware she’s even said it.
“What was that?”
Knowing full-well she’s been heard, Vi turns back and stands her ground. she grits her teeth and responds simply. "I said, Bitch.”
“Oh.” Caitlyn responds while fixing Vi with the iciest glare she’d ever given. “Just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly.” Caitlyn turns back to her task. Vi stands there dumbfounded. Caitlyn waves a hand above her head and, without looking at Vi, turns on her sergeant voice, a commanding lilt that was only ever employed when someone had well and truly fucked up, before uttering in a sing song-y full chest voice, “Dismissed”
On instinct Vi’s feet carry her out of the room and down the stairs as shame and hurt and anger cloud her judgement. What the fuck just happened?!
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They avoid one another for the rest of the night. occasionally unpacking things but mostly hiding from one another in the half unpacked rooms of their new home. Eventually, it’s late and Cait pops her head out of the guest bedroom and into the hallway where Vi is currently unpacking the linen closet.
“Bedtime?” Cait’s voice cracks the silence and startles Vi so hard she almost drops the stack of hand towels she had been arranging on the shelf.
Vi nods once, sets the stack of towels on to the shelf and grimaces before confirming. “Bedtime.”
They separately dress and brush their teeth. Carefully avoiding one another before each climbing into their own side of the bed. Engulfed in their own sour moods. They lay with their backs to one another; curled around their frustrations. Until Cait wiggles to reach the arm that had been against the mattress back behind herself to find Vi’s fingers doing the same thing. Facing away from one another, desperate fingers intertwine to hold and make their own peace. Holding hands in the space between them, they press their palms and squeeze together in a small truce.
Cait is the first to break the silence, her lips pulled into a hard line. Equally annoyed and relieved that Vi was reaching for her too. Caitlyn speaks into the dark, “I choose you, Vi. Sleep tight.”
The response comes amid a sniffle. “Love you too, Cait. Sweet dreams.”
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Cait alights to consciousness wrapped around Vi. Her chin against Vi’s crown, her chest to Vi’s back. Her arm having snaked it’s way over Vi’s hip to settle her palm in the warmth sandwiched between Vi’s thighs in their sleep. She tries not to wake Vi as she carefully frees her captured hand and rolls away to make coffee before either of them begin to attempt to unpack the newest box of strife they had created yesterday.
She regretted it the minute she said it. ‘Dismissed.’ What a cruel way to treat someone you love. the voice in her head chastised her as she quickly dressed. Cait pads her way down the stairs to the kitchen to start coffee. As she walks, she responds to that voice in a whisper talking to herself. “I’m such an arsehole.”
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Vi opens her eyes to the sounds and smells of coffee percolating in the kitchen. Their Kitchen. Their partially unpacked kitchen. And she remembers why she woke up with a nagging headache and a cramp in her lower back.
She throws on the pair of cargo shorts and a tee shirt sitting on top of her laundry pile before making her way down the stairs.
“Morning."
“Morning.”
Cait clears her throat to get Vi’s attention before speaking. “I’ll let you drink your coffee first, but we should talk about yesterday and make a plan for today.” She pushes a mug filled with coffee across the counter that separates their living room and kitchen toward Vi. The very same counter that had yesterday been christened through careful ministrations has now become the battleground to hash-out their current conflict.
Vi yawns before engaging, her voice crowded and cramped with sleep. “Not wasting any time there are you, Cupcake?”
“No.” she answered simply over the rim of her coffee cup.
“Great.” Vi takes a swig of the still-too-hot liquid and chokes it down, followed by a deep breath before launching into it. “Okay. listen. Yesterday was not fun.”
“nor was it fun for me, Vi.”
“No I know I just. I wanted us to work together and we didn’t and that wasn’t fun-“
“I understand.”
“-For either of us”
“No I get that.”
"And while that stuff wasn’t fun, I think the way we talked to one another wasn’t great either, Cait. I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, but,”
“but…?”
“Even you have to admit, that was a bitchy thing to do. To scoff and go on with what you were doing. And to say ‘Dismissed?’ that was pretty shitty Cait.”
“Yes. You’re right. It was. I am sorry for that. I treated you unkindly and my behaviour was uncalled for. However, I still maintain that my method was superior.” She taps her fingers against her coffee cup. “And you called me a bitch so.” before continuing her tone softer, kinder, "I think we’re even on that front, then?”
“Yeah. I guess we are.”
“So we shall agree to disagree and move on. Yes?”
“Sure, Cait. ‘Gree, Disagree.” Thinking the case is closed, Vi turns away.
“However,” Cait continues as Vi turns back, “in the future. I can compromise. I am sorry for not even attempting to find a compromise yesterday. That was a” she affects Vi’s accent, “bitch move” she drops the accent “on my part. and I am sorry.”
“Thanks Cait. I’m sorry - again - for calling you a bitch.”
“Thank you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Vi steps around the counter to wrap her arms around Cat’s waist as Cait returns the gesture around Vi’s shoulders. They hold for a second, letting the forgiveness wash over both of them. A renewed chance to choose one another once again. Cait kisses Vi’s temple as Vi purses her lips against Cait’s collarbone. They finally meet one another’s eyes and their lips connect in a gentle absolution.
“Now. with that particular problem solved and out of the way,” Cait pulls back and brushes the loose strands of Vi’s longer hair off of her face, “Shall we unpack the office upstairs? Together? I believe it is my turn and I think I would like to bend someone over the desk and utterly unravel them.” Caitlyn straightens to her full height. She squares her shoulders and fixes Vi with a hungry gaze. “if that certain someone is amenable of course?”
Vi’s eyebrows shoot to her hairline as she steps away from the embrace while glancing and pointing about the room in a pantomime of pretending to look for anyone else Cait could possibly be speaking about before turning back to Cait and pointing to herself in false incredulity and a smile growing wider by the second. “Is that someone me?”
“Oh, it is.” Caitlyn’s eyes narrow as she nods solemnly holding back an amused grin.
“Well. Shucks.” Vi huffs. Barely able to contain her blush and excitement. “I’m amenable as hell, girl.”
Vi turns back to the island to gulp down the last of her coffee and goes to put the mug in the sink. She moves to walk past Cait to begin a scramble up the stairs and Cait takes a swing at Vi’s ass. Bare palm meets the thick fabric of her cargo shorts as Vi yelps in a sound filled with shock before it ends in a squeak of arousal. “Get in there, Sailor.” Cait commands.
“Yes, ma’am.” She manages to eek out as all the blood in her body rushes its way south.
“Bent. Over. The. Desk. Vi.” She shouts after the hurried footsteps that pound up the staircase. “I’ll be there in a moment.” And then to herself as she heads up the stairs and takes a left - away from the office/second bedroom, “after I find where I put the naughty box… Was it in the bedroom closet?…”
“Caaaaaaait?” A whiny needy warning sails through the open door of their second bedroom/office. and then a louder, more forceful, “If you’re not here 30 seconds, I’m just going to start touching myself”
“You will NOT, Darling. I said ‘just a moment;’ I’ll be there in just a moment.” Cait hollers back half tucked into the bedroom closet and she tears open boxes and quickly puts them back when she realizes they are not what she was looking for.
“unnnnnnf. too late.” Cait can hear the ragged breathing coming from the other room.
“Vi. I’m warning you. don’t you dare.” It’s not actually a threat and they both know it. A wicked thought overcomes her. Physically teasing is one thing. Verbally teasing is another avenue that could sate both of their thirsts as she continues her search for the elusive naughty box. Why choose one path when you could have both? A verbal release and then a physical one; once the contents of the naughty box are safely in her hands and secured around her hips... There's a thought. She continues her search and calls out to continue to rile Violet up. “I want to play with you, Violet… and ravish you and tease you” She draws out the vowels well aware that Vi loves to hear her accent roll and weave along the sounds. Especially the filthy ones. “and bring you to the brink before you begin to unravel at my touch.”
Through gasps and across the hallway, she hears murmured curses “Fuck. Cait.”
“Violet. I swear to you, I will have you shaking under my palms as I drag my tongue up your quivering body to give you every earthly delight I can muster. With my Hands. With my Tongue. My lips. My mouth. With my strap, Violet. I am going to rail you into that desk once I … Oh! Found it!”
She pulls out the box and gathers her prizes as she hears a cry from the other bedroom. She practically jogs across the hallway to step back into the office/second bedroom, her prizes lofted in hand as she notices the sight before her. She freezes. “You didn’t.” A question.
“I did.” An apology. But Vi is a sight to behold. True to her promise, Vi is bent over the short edge of the desk, toes barely on the ground, thighs spread as wide as she could, her arms under her torso. Post orgasmic bliss, her muscles twitch and shift to their own rhythm. The light sheen of sweat covering Vi’s bare back highlighting the intricate clockwork and machinery inked into her skin; the ink dances along with the shivering muscle as she huffs and puffs across and into the desk. She’s gorgeous. She’s stunning. And she’s entirely worked up, over, and out, all before Cait has even gotten a chance to lay a finger on - or in - her. Pity, Cait thinks as she steps further into the room.
Vi carefully shifts to remove her arms from under her body as Cait walks around the desk to spy a look of chagrin tainted bliss plastered across that ridiculous heart-shaped face. Vi huffs and puffs her way through an apology, “Sorry Babe. really. I uh.. Didn’t realize how easy of a lay I’d be. Honestly, I thought I could hold out longer than I did. But then.. you started.. talking and I just. oooof. Gods. You’re so fucking sexy. and I just…”
Cait blushes and shoots her a soft small smile before grabbing Vi by the chin and leaning down to peck her on the lips to stop her babbling. She pulls away and it’s like they’re seeing one another for the first time. “Hi. My love.”
“Hi… MY love”
Cait releases Vi’s chin and places her palms on the desk as she squats to bring their faces to the same height. “You don’t have to apologize to me dearest.” Vi settles her chin against the desk and bring palms up and away from her body to rest on the cool wood. Before she can appreciate the coolness, Cait reaches over to take Vi’s wrists in her palms. Vi raises up on her elbows to allow Cait to bring Vi’s fingers closer to her face. Cait inspects, glancing between Vi’s hands to find out which one was the offending culprit. She raises an eyebrow in an unspoken question and Vi shakes her left wrist in Caitlyn’s grasp.
Caitlyn releases the innocent hand and hums her approval before amusedly & affectionately murmuring, “Southpaw.” She takes the culprit in both of her own before turning Vi’s hand over to place a gentle kiss to Vi’s palm. She holds for a second, closing her eyes. Vi marvels at the sweep of Cait’s long lashes before Cait’s eyes snap open to meet Vi’s as Cait drags her tongue backwards to split Vi’s first two fingers before surging forward again to take both digits between her lips to clean them off. Maintaining eye contact as she sucks and swirls and tastes and collects every last bit of Vi left on those fingers.
Vi’s breath hitches, “mmmmf. Gods. Cait. you are so sexy.”
She releases Vi’s fingers with a pop of her lips. “Yes. I know, Dearest.” A wicked smile crosses her lips, “Would you like another my love?” She holds up the strap and the small bottle of lube she brought along with her.
“Mhmm." Vi sinks her two front teeth into bottom lip and her eyebrows come together as she evaluates her own stamina. “Maybe later, babe? I think I’m pretty physically tapped out right now.”
“Alright, well. I would like to hold you, maybe play with your hair a little bit, But that desk is too small for both of us. So, when you’re ready, join me in the bedroom, would you?”
“Oh Hell yeah. Cait. Be there in a minute.”
A quick trip to the bathroom for Vi and a second to undress for Cait and they are back in one another’s arms. Skin to skin. Enjoying the soft euphoria of entangling in one another’s warmth and the gentle caresses of softly moving fingertips. Vi’s cheek on Cait’s shoulder. The brawler has curled along and into her sniper as Caitlyn trails her fingers through the shorter side of Vi’s mullet. It’s peace and bliss. A sharp contrast to the way they had started the day.
After a few moments, Vi pips up, “Hey babe, later tonight, can you clean up my hair?” Vi turns her torso away from Cait to bring the hand that had been tracing shapes along Cait’s hip to ruffle her palm against the back of her neck where the shorn side meets the longer strands. “It’s getting a little long.”
“Of course, my love. As long as you know where the clippers are. I’m 30% sure they made the move with us.” She presses a kiss to Vi’s forehead and pulls the rumpled sheet back over them both.
“Thanks babe.” they settle back against one another. resuming the soft caresses against warm skin before Vi decides to break the silence again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Violet. So very much.”
They settle in the stillness of their new home and doze through the day utterly connected and blissfully settled.
Unpacking can wait.