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They lie in bed together, sweaty and sleepy, with the late evening air flowing through the window. Vi’s back is flat on the mattress, her arm wrapped around Caitlyn, whose naked body is flush against Vi’s—legs and heartstrings intertwined.
Vi has her eyes closed, but still, she can feel Caitlyn looking at her—counting the freckles that adorn her face.
“You’re staring,” she says, eyes still shut.
“You’re beautiful,” Caitlyn says back, like it’s a fact—like it’s obvious. And it is, isn’t it? There is no one else as gorgeous as Vi. Not in all of Zaun, all of Piltover, all of Runeterra. At least, not to Caitlyn.
“You’re only saying that ‘cause I just made you come,” Vi teases, opening one eye just in time to catch the way Caitlyn slightly blushes.
“No,” she laughs. “You’re beautiful all the time.”
Vi pulls her in closer, so that Caitlyn’s head is now resting on her bare chest. “That’s you, Cupcake,” she says into blue hair.
Caitlyn nuzzles in deeper—so happy, so in love. Has she ever felt like this before? Yes. Yesterday. And the day before. And every day that she’s been with Vi for the past few months.
Please let this never end, she thinks. Please let us stay like this forever. And it feels less like a wish, and more like a promise.
“I love you,” she says—because she can, because she does. Because she wants to say it as often as she can now.
“I love you too, baby.”
And oh, as much as Caitlyn adores saying it, she never grows tired of hearing it in return. Especially in that sleepy, satisfied voice Vi gets after an evening of rolling around in bed together.
“Do you have an early morning tomorrow?” Vi asks, her hand lazily moving up and down Caitlyn’s back.
“Unfortunately,” she sighs. “And I won’t be back until late. It’s Steb’s birthday, and he’s wanting to go out for drinks. You’re welcome to join us, of course.”
“I’m gonna have to raincheck. I promised Isha I’d come down to the Lanes tomorrow and help her work on her left swing.”
“Of course you did,” Caitlyn chuckles softly.
It’s become a normal thing now for Vi to visit Zaun and spend time with her family. Sometimes even Caitlyn tags along, which is about as awkward as you’d expect it to be. Still, all of them are trying—even Jinx, who pretends not to care but always finds an excuse to linger, to throw in some half-hearted teasing that almost feels like approval.
“I’ll tell him you wish him a happy birthday,” Caitlyn says, then a thought springs to her mind. She lifts her head slightly, tilting it in curiosity. “Vi, when is your birthday?”
“Oh, it was a couple weeks ago,” she says offhandedly, like it’s nothing–like it was just another day. But then, Caitlyn is jolting upright so fast that Vi flinches. “Whoa, are you okay?”
“Your birthday was a couple weeks ago ?” Caitlyn repeats, voice rising.
Vi blinks at her, utterly confused. “Uh, yeah?”
“Violet!” Caitlyn exclaims, hands thrown up like Vi just admitted to committing treason–which, in fairness, wouldn’t be the first time.
“Am I in trouble?” Vi asks cautiously.
“Yes! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Vi shrugs. “Didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“Darling, of course it is,” Caitlyn huffs, before settling down so that she’s half on top of Vi, facing her. She cups her face in her hands, thumbs skimming against her warm skin–and she thinks, Oh, you beautiful fool. “We should’ve celebrated.”
“We did,” Vi says, arms snaking around Caitlyn’s tiny waist. “We had sex that day.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, unimpressed. “We have sex nearly every day.”
“I know! It’s great,” Vi grins up at her, smug and unrepentant.
“You’re ridiculous,” Caitlyn laughs, leaning in to kiss the smirk off of Vi’s lips. “We are celebrating your birthday next week.”
“What? No, baby, please. I don’t like big parties,” she groans. “I had a perfect birthday already.”
Caitlyn pulls back just enough to narrow her eyes at her. “Can I at least get you a present?”
Vi hums, considering. “I don’t want anything expensive.”
Caitlyn huffs, frustrated, all her grand gift ideas vanishing into thin air. “What would you like then?”
“All I want is what you’ve already given me,” she says sincerely, tightening her hold on Caitlyn’s waist–wanting her to lean back down, to settle into her arms, to let this conversation go. What else could I ever want? She thinks. If I have you, I have everything.
“And what’s that?”
Vi gives her another playful grin and says, “Love and orgasms,” which, of course, is beyond oversimplifying it. But it makes Caitlyn laugh, and so it’s worth it.
Caitlyn shakes her head, at last, letting the argument go. She rolls back down and lets her head rest on Vi’s chest again, where a steady heartbeat thrums beneath her ear.
“Fine,” she sighs, and Vi seems content with that, pulling her in close.
But as they start to fall asleep, Caitlyn thinks, I’ll give you all the love my heart has to offer. And then, more mischievously, And the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.