Work Text:
Vi was sweating, unable to pay attention to whatever the other enforcers were talking about.
She tugged at the collar of her shirt, feeling suffocated, heat creeping up her spine. Much to her torture, the free booze wasn’t enough to feel any resemblance of comfort in this stupid fancy party, so maybe she should stop downing bourbons as if they were water.
But she knew the real reason behind her current situation wasn’t the alcohol she’d desperately – and stupidly – drank most of the night, nor the clothes she’d been forced to wear to this awful place, it wasn’t even the absurd amount of people invited, greeting them with loose handshakes and insincere smiles.
What – who – was making her hands fucking tremble around the glass of her umpteenth bourbon of the night was Caitlyn, who just wouldn’t stop glancing in her direction. In a cowardly, desperate measure, Vi had decided to turn her back to Caitlyn to avoid catching her eyes again; she felt like prey, a feeling that didn’t come often. Her eyes were intense even from a distance, solely focused on her, assessing her every move – it didn’t matter that Caitlyn was surrounded by wealthy old Pilties; she was talking but her eyes weren’t there at all, and nobody seemed to notice except for Vi.
It wasn’t that she felt intimidated, but she knew the moment she turned in her direction and caught Caitlyn’s eyes again, she was going to do something stupid – something she’d thought about doing since before this party.
Just thinking about it again was enough to make her squeeze her eyes shut, trying to keep her shit together.
“Vi, you okay? You’re sweating buckets over there.” One of the enforcers pointed out with humor in his slurred voice, effectively pulling her out of her internal misery.
Vi hastily dried the sweat trailing down the side of her face with the cuff of her jacket, the heat dangerously simmering beneath her skin, “Feels like an oven with all these people.”
This fucking suit just wasn’t helping her predicament either, but it was mandatory, as Caitlyn had said so herself and convinced her into wearing it.
Do you know how to tie it?
Her grip around the glass tightened at the sudden memory, the distant echo of those words.
“Or finally all that booze is getting to you.” He barked out a laugh, “About fucking time, I would say.”
“I can hold it better than you, Piltie. You should worry about not falling on your drunk ass.” Vi rolled her shoulder and forced a grin through gritted teeth, trying to disguise her discomfort as the others around them laughed at the light jab, but Vi’s mind was elsewhere.
Do you know how to tie it?
Vi fumbled with the ends of the necktie with an exasperated growl, “Does it look like I know?”
She knew Caitlyn was close just by listening to the low laugh coming from behind her and her senses quickly wrapped around the pleasant smell that followed her proximity – lavender, she’d come to find out. Soft hands took place on her shoulders, fingers carefully digging over the material of her shirt, kneading the muscle underneath.
“Let me help you.” Caitlyn said, her lips grazing the shell of Vi’s ear as her hands roamed towards the open collar, “Turn around, please?”
Vi inhaled sharply, choosing to turn without a sound coming out of her lips – unable to utter one, even if she’d wanted to – with the way her heart felt stuck in her throat when she met her eyes, the deep blue in them so welcoming.
There was a soft smile in Caitlyn’s lips as she upturned the collar of her shirt, her fingertips grazing over the skin involuntarily with the movement and Vi couldn’t hold back the faintest shiver that came over her body, earning a humorous hum from Caitlyn that almost had the same effect as her touch.
Vi slowly let go of the breath she’d been holding, feeling it empty her lungs and make the beating of her heart almost painful in her chest. She glanced down at Caitlyn’s hands, steadily draping the tie around her neck.
“You seem to know your way with this.” Vi’s voice came out rough – too low, too dry – but Caitlyn didn’t seem to mind, her hands sliding down to the ends of the necktie and forcefully tugged just once, forcing Vi’s head to move closer into her personal space.
“My father taught me a long time ago.” Caitlyn murmured absently, and Vi didn’t dare to look up when her hands carefully crossed over the ends and clasped the intersection just below Vi’s neck with careful precision, “I never forgot about it, just in case I had to do it someday in the future.”
“They should teach you how to do this when they give you the uniform.” Vi croaked, hoping Caitlyn’s hands wouldn’t go over her heart or she would be able to feel how hard it was beating in her chest, increasing her need for air and the necessity to distract herself from the roaring want in her blood the more she felt Caitlyn all around her.
Caitlyn sighed softly as her deft hands kept moving so closely and Vi squeezed her eyes shut, feeling goosebumps ripple over her skin involuntarily, her fingers digging into her thighs to keep herself in check.
“I know your…reservations about the Enforcer uniform, but this is just for tonight.”
Argued more likely, Vi remembered in a bitter note; a situation completely opposite to the one they were in now, her breathing failing her as well as her words but for completely different reasons. Ultimately, Caitlyn had won the argument – as she often did – and both had come to an agreement.
Vi snorted, “It’s just playing dress up for the fancy old coons from the council, nothing else.”
Caitlyn’s hands stopped, the knot fully formed between her fingers and over Vi’s chest.
The silence lasted several heartbeats and Vi couldn’t avoid it anymore; slowly, she lifted her gaze from Caitlyn’s hands to her eyes, finding them already on her, waiting with emotion in their blue, intense hues.
“I wouldn’t make you do this if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.” Caitlyn said softly, one hand closing under the knot over her chest and the other on the narrow end of the tie, “I hope you know that.” Slowly, she pulled both in opposite directions, a torturous pace that charged the air until the knot reached Vi’s collar.
She felt suffocated, but not by the light pressure closing around her neck – this came from further within, stealing her words and making her act on instinct by grabbing Caitlyn’s hips, feeling as if the floor would disappear if she looked anywhere else.
“I know.” It came out choked, heavy, their breathing mingling in the minuscule space. Caitlyn squeezed the knot around Vi’s neck as she pulled on the wide end of the tie just above the belt buckle, her knuckles brushing against Vi’s lower abdomen with a dangerous glint in her eyes, making the blue look black with its intensity.
Vi could only look, like prey caught up in the last moments of the hunt, all while hands carefully flipped her collar down, abruptly followed by Caitlyn closing their distance in a heartbeat, her nose brushing close to Vi’s ear and her lips grazing the skin of her cheek.
The smell of lavender was more suffocating than the tight knot around her throat, her vision hazy.
“If it’s any consolation, you look great like this.” Caitlyn whispered, and the feel of lips under Vi’s ear let an involuntary growl pass Vi’s lips, her head craning along Caitlyn’s deep intake of breath to search for more.
Vi shook her head, pulling herself out of the memory while painfully aware of the clothing around her neck, heat singeing under her skin despite her better judgment. The others didn’t seem to notice her short lapse, which was good because she didn’t have the mental capacity to cover up the fact that the Sheriff was fucking with her in every sense of the word.
Vi groaned internally in despair – she needed another drink.
If there was one good thing in Piltover, it was the effort they put into these fancy social events; booze and food was a given, therefore, Vi could at least be entertained in some way; the long table at the back of the crowded hall had everything she needed at the moment, and that included some quiet solitude amidst the drunks and the silver-tongued bastards.
Her hands weren’t quivering anymore as she poured the contents of the nearest bottle into her glass, the amber liquid flowing with ease as the woody smell permeated the air around her.
“Have you been enjoying your night?”
Vi froze for a heartbeat, her heart clenching in her chest and drops bourbon spilling onto the table. Quickly, she turned and behind her was Caitlyn, a champagne glass between her fingers and a small smile tugging at one corner of her lips, almost shyly so, yet regarding Vi with a calm intensity that made her hair stand on end.
Again.
“Better than I thought it would thanks to the food.” Vi shrugged, feigning nonchalance as she eyed Caitlyn, “How come you’re not surrounded by your council buddies anymore?”
That dress just made it even more difficult to keep her focus because the slit just forced her eyes to wander over her exposed leg, covered by the thinnest, black silk that heightened the appeal in a tantalizing manner. Vi’s mouth watered with intrigue as she forced her eyes back to Caitlyn’s, catching a glimpse of her exposed shoulders in the process that didn’t help her case either.
Caitlyn chuckled softly, watching Vi watching her with that easy smile still on her lips, deftly balancing her glass with her fingertips, “Someone much more interesting came along and we traded places.”
Vi raised an eyebrow in question, but Caitlyn didn’t let her wonder for long; she pointed a finger in the direction of Jayce, the wonder boy, and by his side, holding onto his arm, Mel Medarda, masterfully keeping the group of old coons enthralled by whatever she was saying, like a snake charmer.
Vi couldn’t help but snort in response, especially seeing the visible relief in Caitlyn’s face; no matter how hard she tried to fit into the Sheriff façade, deep down she was still the same person she knew so well by now. She could never be like Medarda or like Jayce, flowing easily through the pretenses and bullshit politics – it wasn’t in Caitlyn, who’d much rather drag her into the outskirts of Piltover, surrounded by nothing but mist and trees, than here under some bullshit sham of civility.
She was about to do something stupid; it was screaming in her head to do it and her body and mouth were beginning to disconnect from the caution in her brain.
“I would say that’s their loss.”
The words passed her lips and blood began rushing to her ears; it felt like the moments before a fight, anticipation roaring in her body. But unlike in a fight, a grin crept onto her lips, the taste of bourbon still in her mouth as it watered the more her eyes roamed over Caitlyn.
Was this revenge over those looks she’d been throwing her way all night? Absolutely.
“Would you now?”
Caitlyn bit her lip and Vi took the pause as the opportunity to step around her, hands in her trouser pockets; nobody was looking at them, it was the perfect opportunity.
“You look nice, Sheriff.” She teased, her eyes darting between Caitlyn’s shoulders down to her enticing chest, wandering further down to her legs, “Nice to see you out of the uniform again so soon.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at the not-so-subtle implication behind her words, but a smile quirked at the corner of her lips, almost complicit, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
The words came out with something that made her voice lower and raspier and her eyes more intense than before now that they were in the same space, mere inches away, the smell of lavender taking over everything.
Vi chortled; she was definitely a couple of drinks in already – just like Caitlyn was, if she was joining this little game. But it wasn’t just that either, she reasoned as she stopped right in front of Caitlyn, her jacket grazing her dress.
"I think the exact words after you did my necktie were that I look great." Vi grabbed the jacket by the lapels to reveal the perfect tie underneath, its knot untouched, “And great job too by the way – you really have a way with your hands."
How far could she take it? Vi winked as she straightened her jacket, noticing the way Caitlyn chewed on her lower lip, her eyes dropping to the floor as she shook her head in a silent laugh.
“I’ve had some practice, I guess.”
Vi tightly clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes quickly scanning for any curious onlookers but nothing – everyone was too busy drinking or talking with someone else, which was great considering her own game plan was playing against her then, with the need to touch Caitlyn almost unbearable. Her eyes drifted to the empty glass in Caitlyn’s hand, delicately held with the tips of her fingers and she grinned.
"So, what really brings you here?" Vi asked, unable to hide the teasing edge to her voice.
A wider smile escaped Caitlyn as she pointed at her empty glass, "Something to drink, same as you I assume."
"Right, you are drinking champagne?" Vi took the empty glass from her and reached out behind her to grab one of the champagne flutes on the long table to offer it to Caitlyn, who let out a short laugh in disbelief.
"Look at you, how chivalrous." Caitlyn teased lightly, her eyes freely roaming up and down Vi as she accepted the glass, her cheeks turning another shade of red, "What did you do with the real Vi?"
The coy act was really doing it. Vi bit the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from smiling so much.
"I just happened to be here, might as well do it.” Vi murmured, feeling her heart in her throat with every word as heat spread through her blood with every second those eyes watched her, “But, what did you want to do with me?"
She closed the distance again just by a step, her shoulder almost touching Caitlyn’s and her hands itching to touch under the wrappings.
“Care to be more specific?”
She kept them behind her back, even when Caitlyn let out an involuntary shiver at the end of her words, their breaths lingering in the space between, alcohol and lavender laced together.
"I’ve caught you looking at me all night, do you need me for something?"
Caitlyn's cheeks reddened deeper, her fingers tapping against the glass as Vi eyed her sideways, feeling her breathing coming out quicker and quicker with every heartbeat. Her eyes couldn't help but go from Caitlyn’s hands to her lips, down her jaw to her collarbone, marveling at the stretch of exposed skin.
Caitlyn had fallen silent, but the knowing glance they exchanged was all the answer she needed.
"I do need you for something." Caitlyn whispered, leaning into Vi’s personal space with the intimacy of a shared secret, "In private. Do you have a minute?”
Vi inhaled through her nose, anticipation beating in her chest, humming in her blood.
"Hours for you."
She followed Caitlyn's lead close by, her body incapable of letting more than one footstep of separation between them, fingers itching to touch as she watched her from behind. Caitlyn seemed to know her way around this place, walking without hesitation through immense, and strangely desolated corridors. The lively chatter of the party grew more and more distant with each step, soon becoming nothing more than an echo after they entered through a particularly barren area; no ostentatious ornaments or paintings decorated the walls like in the other corridors, almost as if for years nobody had ever set foot in that place.
However, Vi didn’t have much time to analyze her surroundings when Caitlyn abruptly turned to yank her by the lapels of her jacket and roughly pulled her against one of the doors in the corridor, forcefully opening it with the impact. Her instincts could only determine it was dark and that the room was small enough for the door to bang against the wall when Caitlyn had pushed her inside.
“Sorry.” Was whispered in the dark and remaining thoughts in Vi’s head melted into nothing when Caitlyn's lips crashed against hers harshly. The loud sound of the door swinging shut was followed by her back hitting the wood of it hard enough that, for a second of painful clarity, she heard it splinter as the hinges rattled with the impact, the back of her head joining the chaos with the pressure of Caitlyn’s relentless mouth.
Vi felt dizzy, her hands coming down to grab onto Caitlyn’s hips for stability, but she wasn’t stopping, towering over Vi with demanding hands and lips that, just for a heartbeat, lowered their intensity.
"Sorry." The words touched Vi's lips again, Caitlyn's hands undoing the belt around the jacket with a shared urgency that knocked the air out Vi’s lungs.
"You're killing me here." Vi panted out, each word fighting in her throat.
It felt like dying with how rough Caitlyn's lips were on hers – how sudden and overwhelming her actions were – with the taste of lipstick, the smell of lavender and the hints of alcohol laced together, with Caitlyn’s hands joining the sensorial torture as she hastily pulled the shirt out of her trousers and sneaked her fingers underneath, stroking Vi’s skin so demanding that her breathing stuttered out of her mouth into Caitlyn’s lips.
Vi’s hands felt paralyzed on Caitlyn’s hips, her vision blurry with the myriad of stimuli happening simultaneously until Caitlyn roughly yanked her forward by the belt of her trousers, her body crashing against Caitlyn’s as she painfully bit her lip too. The sharp pain pulled Vi out of the momentary haze, her fingers digging into Caitlyn's back, incapable of holding back the growl that built up in her chest when she let out the faintest whimper against her mouth.
"I think you didn’t want to talk." Vi couldn't even recognize her voice, rough, almost guttural against Caitlyn's lips. The vibration of a low chuckle made her growl again, her eyes squeezing shut when she felt Caitlyn's hands unbuckling the belt around her trousers with an urgency that made Vi’s head spin faster.
It didn’t take her long to get the belt out of the way and Caitlyn pushed her against the door again, smiling against Vi’s lips when she groaned.
"Talking is the last thing I need right now."
Caitlyn's gravelly voice – the urgent, commanding nature conveyed in those words – was Vi's final straw.
Her hands grabbed Caitlyn by the hips, and with a swift, strong twist of her body she flipped their positions. A sound almost like a gasp passed Caitlyn's lips when her back hit the wall, the impact mostly cushioned by Vi's grip controlling the force amidst the surprising turn of events.
She had her right where she wanted, the blood roaring in her ears almost deafening when their eyes met in the dark for a breathless second.
"We are both on the same page then." Vi rasped, pressing her body against Caitlyn’s, and taking her lower lip between her teeth to pull it hard in retaliation. Caitlyn threw her head back in response, sliding down the wall until their faces met at the same level.
The warmth coming from Caitlyn’s body and the lustful glint in her eyes in the dim light of the room – Vi couldn’t stop looking, feeling her heart about to collapse in her chest, her stomach churning with need.
"You waited all night to do this." Vi croaked, her hands feverishly grabbing Caitlyn's dress to hitch it up her legs, exposing more of the black silk covering them, “That's very naughty."
All those heated glances keeping her on edge all night had been for this; Vi bit her again, harder, swallowing a whimper as her hands stroked the back of Caitlyn’s thighs.
Instead of replying, Caitlyn kissed her back just as rough, all teeth and bite with her breathing quivering as it mingled with Vi's. Her mouth trailed down to her jaw, nibbling her way up to Vi's ear as her arms came around her shoulders and one leg hooked around Vi almost possessively, keeping them even closer in the dark.
"You look very handsome – I couldn’t help it." Caitlyn whispered, her tongue grazing the shell of Vi’s ear and sending an uncontrollable shiver up her spine, “I just wanted to get you all to myself.”
The panting, her touch, her words – they were too much. A switch went off in Vi’s brain when teeth closed around the piercings in her ear and pulled, almost tauntingly, warm air bringing the heady smell of champagne and the faint sound of laughter accompanying the motion.
Without thinking, Vi yanked the stockings to bring her even closer, the silky material tearing under the grip as her mouth fell on Caitlyn's neck to sink her teeth into the soft skin there, her jaw trembling as it closed and Caitlyn gasped loudly in response, her leg closing around Vi in a vice grip.
Adrenaline hammered in her heart, Vi’s vision hazy with the intense need rippling through her blood; her hands shook with it too as they gripped Caitlyn’s legs and forced them further apart, the rest of the black silk ripping through her fingers as Vi lifted her against the door with rough ease. Caitlyn’s legs circled around her hips, a whimper passing her lips when Vi’s hips snapped against hers hard, just once, her back and head banging against the wooden door as Vi’s fingers dug into the skin of her backside and Caitlyn’s dug into Vi’s scalp with desperate need.
"Vi, no teasing." There was barely any distance between them when Caitlyn said it, her lips grazing Vi’s with every murmured word as her fingernails racked up and down the back of her neck, only stopped by the collar of the shirt, “Please.”
Her plea ended with her lips crashing once again against Vi’s, her body applying enough contrary force to begin to slide down the wall slowly, despite Vi’s unconscious effort in keeping her in place. The unstoppable motion was joined by Vi without a fight, her knees absorbing the impact on the floor to keep Caitlyn’s legs still around her, but now sitting on her lap more comfortably as her mouth kept ravishing Vi’s.
Without the need to hold up Caitlyn’s body, Vi’s hands were finally free to roam freely, and their first stop was instinctual, stroking their way up from her hips to her back to fumble with the zipper on her back. Vi’s brain screamed at her to get rid of the fucking wrappings around her hands, but it was too late, and they were too desperate to stop.
The zipper slid down completely, and her hands weren’t halting their movement as they yanked down Caitlyn’s dress, exposing her chest and eliciting the softest moan against her lips, fingers curling in Vi’s hair with sheer anticipation.
Vi hands shook as her fingertips caressed the warm skin, her ears attuned to every gasp, every moan that passed Caitlyn’s lips into her mouth, every broken versions of Vi’s name when her thumbs began slowly circle her nipples, testing how much she could get away with before Caitlyn tumbled over the edge or tried to take over due to impatience.
She asked for no teasing, but was it even teasing when Vi knew, just by sound alone, that Caitlyn was about to come undone with just light touches like those?
Her index fingers joined the motion of her thumbs, and a drowned-out groan of pleasure tore out of Caitlyn’s throat, her hips bucking desperately against Vi’s while her hands clawed their way from the back of Vi’s neck to her throat, taking a hold of the tie’s knot to pull on it hard, suffocating Vi in the process.
“I said no teasing.” Caitlyn panted out, applying more pressure around her neck and Vi herself couldn’t hold back the moan that came out of her lips, rolling Caitlyn’s nipples between her fingers in response to her actions.
It was too much, Vi’s eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure of everything, heat pooling in her stomach, agitation at its peak with the feeling of Caitlyn all around her; her hips making the smallest movements in search of friction, their lips grazing with each breath they forced out of each other and Caitlyn’s heart beating erratically so close to Vi’s hand.
It wasn’t teasing but she couldn’t take much of it either.
“I’m not—" Vi pushed Caitlyn off her and onto the floor on her back, “fucking teasing.”
Despite Caitlyn’s weak attempts at reverting the situation, Vi quickly found herself on top of her, with Caitlyn’s legs wrapped around her torso along with her arms around her shoulders.
It was the perfect chance, and her heart quickened.
Vi bit down behind her ear and trailed her way down her neck as Caitlyn’s moans became louder, her legs shaking while Vi’s knees burnt against the floor to keep herself in position. Her mouth quickly found its way back to where her hands had been just moments prior, and just to spite Caitlyn’s command and to the inconvenience of her own needs, Vi’s lips slowed down, taking her time kissing the skin of her breasts, her chest, her collarbones and repeating the path all over again.
Caitlyn’s breathing had become erratic, gasping for air the more Vi took her time stroking the skin with the tip of her nose, with the tip of her tongue. Vi’s nose ring brushed against her nipple and the sensation was enough to make Caitlyn stifle the loudest moan yet, followed by sobbing and her hands pulling on Vi’s hair violently.
“Vi.” Caitlyn hissed out, her nails scratching the back of Vi’s neck rough enough to leave a burning trail and Vi reached her limit, growling against Caitlyn’s skin before taking her nipple in her mouth, rolling it between her tongue and her palate. The intense motion was enough to make Caitlyn’s hips lift from the floor and throw her head back against it, incapable to muffle the long moan that built up her throat.
Vi’s hands were free to roughly pull down Caitlyn’s underwear, ripping the remains of her stockings with the action too but Caitlyn didn’t protest – not a single comprehensible word came out of her lips while Vi’s mouth busied with her nipples, or when her teeth grazed them playfully, followed by the tip of her tongue, letting the mixture of cold and the hot air of her breath send Caitlyn into a fit of jerky gasps.
She was so ready, Vi knew it as she roughly fumbled with the wrappings in her right hand, ripping them off carelessly, the urgency of her need overtaking any other thought in her brain, driven by pure instinct.
Caitlyn was once again pulling on her tie as the final portion of the bandages around Vi’s hand was removed, her own erratic breathing joining Caitlyn’s as she pulled her back up by the tie, their faces right against the others, lips brushing with every exhale. The pressure around Vi’s neck was once again persistent, hard but pleasurable enough to pull a moan out of her and into Caitlyn’s lips.
Vi didn’t wait for a response – she didn’t need one, as she closely watched the wanting look on Caitlyn’s eyes; without warning but still gently, she dipped two fingers into Caitlyn and her body threatened to collapse at the sensation and the sound that ripped out of Caitlyn’s mouth. It was so loud Vi crashed her lips against Caitlyn’s to drown it out as two of her fingers glided easily through her folds, inducing another series of broken moans out of her.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Vi’s growly voice was barely audible with Caitlyn’s lips roughly kissing her in between every sound, every shriek and tremor that racked her body when Vi’s fingers entered her slowly, feeling every inch pulsing around them.
Her hips joined the motion, snapping into Caitlyn once her fingers were fully sheathed inside and Caitlyn screamed into her mouth for the first time, her hips bucking against Vi’s hand, desperate for more.
That sound alone was enough to almost make Vi come into her pants, and instinct took her sense completely.
Their kiss was all teeth and bite as Vi rammed into Caitlyn, slowly pulling out her fingers and pushing them back in hard, her hips joining the motion each time and it wasn’t long until the pressure around her fingers began to increase and Caitlyn’s moans became more labored, her back arching off the floor and the pull against Vi’s tie almost painful.
With a barely drowned out scream, Caitlyn came into her fingers, biting down Vi’s lip hard enough to draw blood. The sensation of pain and pleasure was too intense as it laced together and with a long growl Vi joined her, her body tensing completely as well as the fingers inside Caitlyn, who pulled her down harder on top of herself as the last waves raked through her.
Minutes could’ve gone by without Vi realizing it, her eyes shut tight against Caitlyn’s neck, who didn’t seem to mind bearing her full bodyweight in such an awkward position.
“Are you okay?” Caitlyn asked softly, her voice hoarse but barely disturbing the quiet around them.
Vi nodded, feeling lethargic yet forcing her body to get off Caitlyn’s slowly, carefully extracting her fingers too before rolling to the side with much difficulty to lay flat on her back by Caitlyn, who was in a similar position.
A lazy laugh came out of her, her head craning to the side to face Caitlyn, who was already watching her expectantly, “Are you?”
“I’m good.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, “Just good? That sounded better than just good to me.”
“I’m great. Is that enough for your gigantic ego?” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, humor in the way she snorted when she reached out to hold Vi’s face with the softest touch.
“Tough crowd tonight but I’ll take it.” Vi answered as Caitlyn’s fingertips brushed her throbbing lower lip, “Tough and loud crowd.”
Caitlyn looked away in embarrassment but quickly managed to reign it in, “Sorry about your lip.”
“It’s fine as long as you take care of it later.” Vi shrugged, glancing down at the remains of Caitlyn’s stockings lying on the floor, her own buckle keeping them company.
“We can’t go back to the party like…this.” Caitlyn said, her gaze following Vi’s and she couldn’t help but to laugh out loud in disbelief at the implication.
“Are you saying we should sneak out? You? Who are you?” It wasn’t the first time Caitlyn did anything remotely like this – in fact, she’d done worse things – but still, it was fun to tease her about it.
In return Caitlyn frowned, perplexed, “Do you want to go back?” She challenged and Vi scoffed immediately.
“Fuck no.”
“Then if somebody asks we had urgent matters to attend to and we needed to leave early.” Slowly, a hand took hold of Vi’s, almost shyly so, first one finger and then the next until it was fully covering hers.
Neither of them tried getting up, laying in the comfortable silence built between them until a bitter idea began creeping into Vi’s mind, one that she couldn’t keep quiet about.
“Your council pals might start believing that I’m rubbing off on you if you keep doing stuff like this.” It wasn’t something that busied her mind, but recently there had been rumors going around. And if Pilties were good at one thing it was gossip, tending to spread almost as fast as Shimmer in the Lanes.
But much to her surprise, Caitlyn chuckled at her comment and squeezed her hand, “I thought you didn’t care what everyone thought.” She shrugged, “Let them believe what they want. I don’t mind.”
Vi snorted, her initial surprise melting as she intertwined her fingers with Caitlyn’s, “Aren’t you the anarchist, Sheriff?”
She rolled her eyes, “Oh, absolutely. Are we leaving now?”
Vi winked, her thumb tapping against Caitlyn’s hand, “Of course.”