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No thoughts… no thoughts.
Caitlyn slumped further into the tub, the subdued Piltovan sunset filtering through the skylight. She closed her eye to it. She could feel the waterline where it lapped lazily at her breasts, cocooning her in a chaleur that contrasted pleasantly with the coolness of the porcelain over which her arms were draped.
Her father could meditate at the drop of a hat, just simply—
—Ah, ah! You’re losing it.
Hurriedly, Caitlyn willed herself back to the moment before, back, back…cocooned in a chaleur that contrasted pleasantly with the coolness of the porcelain over which her arms were draped. She stretched her legs out, balls of her feet pressing against the smooth wall of the tub, savoring the tug in her calf muscles.
No thoughts… no thoughts.
She was pulling it off, for the first time in her own living memory, she was actually managing to stop think—
Shh!
How long could she go for, she wondered—
Shh! Just…
Caitlyn savored the tug in her calf muscles, coasting, coasting on the stillness. She followed the quietude, like a solitary swan cutting a wake across the glassy surface of a placid pond—
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD.
Eye blinking open, Caitlyn tracked the predictable footfalls pounding up the stairs… ambling down the hall… now, the large bedroom door was being flung open.
THUD.
Left gauntlet.
THUD.
Right gauntlet.
Caitlyn was supportive of Vi toting the gauntlets home from work. After all, her rifle slept beneath them every night, locked and loaded. They each had their little ways of feeling safe.
The bathroom door was thrown unceremoniously open, banging into the stopper and bouncing off it, and in Violet came—in all her flippant glory.
“I could get used to you barefoot in the kitch—bathroom.”
Caitlyn scoffed loudly through her nose. Apparently an all nighter on a case and a subsequent sleep-in, followed by a day off from work, was all it took to reconceive Vi’s domestic vision for her.
“Are you calling me a difficult coworker?!”
“I said nothing of the sort,” Vi asserted, raising her finger for emphasis. “Just trying to say: It was way easier reorganizing your desk without you sitting there.”
“Are you trying to keep me up at night for two nights in a row?”
Vi winked.
“Tell me you’re joking?!” Caitlyn just needed to hear the words if she were to sleep restfully tonight.
Vi strolled over to the tub, extending a hand to graze Caitlyn’s chin with her fingers, as she did when she was being serious. “I’m joking, Cait.” She followed her assurance up with a kiss to the top of Caitlyn’s head, and they traded another brush of lips in a belated but habitual greeting.
Straightening, Vi carried on, shucking her handwraps off as she chatted about her day. The animation with which she spoke said it all; the beat was good for her. Vi needed a little slice of something to protect—it seemed to keep her from helping herself to larger burdens that weren’t hers to bear. It had been decided, therefore, that the Alcove district was hers to patrol as a sort of diplomatic buffer. Being a sibling of many, her graces in settling an argument shone through. Vi could speak a language the Zaunites understood, all while having the clout and authority to handle an unruly topsider, if need be.
“Ran into Dermott today.” Vi left her undershirt where it fell. She rounded on Caitlyn, granting her a stunning view. Her pert tits sat high on her chiseled chest as she reached up to rake her mahogany waves into a haphazard bun. The stretch bared her abs enticingly. Caitlyn could help herself to an eyeful of this for the rest of her days, and never tire of it.
“How is he?” She thought to ask at last, surfacing from under the wave of distraction.
“Oh, you know… looking as good as he could be. Aggressive panhandler call. Rolled up on him standing outside the bakery, asking people to buy stuff for him.” Vi shoved her shorts down her well-muscled legs, yanking her socks off and adding them to the growing pile of sweaty underclothes. “I told the baker that he wasn’t really doing anything illegal, but I asked Dermott if he could tone it down a little bit, and he asked me how much I get paid to be a power-thirsty cunt.”
A bark of laughter fled Caitlyn’s lips as she pictured it. The Alcove district was known for its eclectic vibrance. Most colorful of all were its people, even the testiest of which had endeared themselves to the both of them.
This ‘power-thirsty cunt’ was now stepping into the tub between Caitlyn’s parted legs. The solid, shapely rounds of Vi’s magnificent bum were flashed in her face. Whenever presented with it, Caitlyn was intruded upon by the impulse to spank it, pinch it, grab it—but if she did that every time the opportunity presented itself, what would that make her? She was certainly no animal. Instead Caitlyn leaned back in welcome, lingering over the sight until it plunked heavily into the tub between her legs, sending a tidal wave of soapy water over every edge of the tub. Caitlyn winced at the sound of a veritable bucketful splattering to the marble floor.
“He moved along, though,” she continued. “Swung by his spot later with some hot noodles and a smoke, and he told me that I—” Vi paused, chin tilted up thoughtfully as she recalled the exact wording, “—’wasn’t bad for a new-money bitch.’” She flopped contentedly back onto Caitlyn, sloshing a second bucketful of bathwater from the tub onto the floor. “...And that’s what I call ‘upwards mobility’ in this job.”
‘New-money bitch.’ Caitlyn would pocket that for when Vi was ever deserving of some teasing—speaking of… “Now,” she started sternly. “What business do you have coming in here, splashing water all over the floor, and making me think of work?”
The brimming tub again ran over a tad as Vi leaned to the side, craning her head to eye her in wordless inquiry as to whether she were kidding. Her interest next went to the rubber duck toy perched on the soap dish next to the taps. Of course, a chief part of her investigation was to crush its head curiously, watching it slowly uncrumple. Having grown up in the Lanes, where clean water was precious and scant, baths were still something of a novelty to Vi. Previously, save for in her infancy, she had only ever showered.
“What the hell is this?”
To explain that it was a child’s bath toy would be a bald-faced lie. Vi hadn’t happened across the feature that would cause it to vibrate if the body were squeezed.
“It’s a floating toy.” Caitlyn would reveal no more until she figured out how to leverage this to drive Vi absolutely mad.
“Like… for your bath?! So you have a little buddy to remind you to wash your ass?”
“...To squeeze and play with, I suppose—”
Vi’s strapping shoulders gave a sudden, great bounce as she snickered to herself, setting the toy back on the soap dish. “You can squeeze and play with me in the bath, all you gotta do is ask!”
“That’s—”
“Do you turn his head around so he can’t see your boobs when you get out?”
Caitlyn’s wide smirk betrayed her unamused eye-roll by a long shot. “Are you finished?”
“Finished in-terrup-ting your boff?”
“Bath.”
“Bawth.”
“Mocking my accent, are we?” Caitlyn would consider that ‘shots fired’.
Vi, by contrast, seemed to imagine herself on some kind of roll. “Look, Cait, I’ll try to explain it in only-child terms for you, but mocking and copying are two totally different forms of…”
Caitlyn fell silent, settling in for the wait as Vi gleefully got her digs in. The Zaunite was traipsing into dangerous territory, all but gambolling about in her crosshairs. She seemed terribly pleased with herself—far too pleased with herself.
For crashing her bath.
For mocking her toy.
For being so damn darling with her messy pink topknot.
Vi was still chuckling to herself and shaking her head as she formed a mountain of bubbles, scooping palmfuls of suds on top of one another. While she was distracted, Caitlyn quietly retrieved the rubber duckie from the soap dish, submerging it beneath the bubbles and sneaking it homeward. “No, keep telling me… How am I silly for having a rubber duckie toy?”
It was time to blow Vi out of the water.
Before the Zaunite could offer yet another retort, she was pressing the duckie between Vi’s legs, giving it a squeeze. The jump and clench of Vi’s ass in the cradle of her thighs was nothing short of glorious.
“…Wow…” Vi grunted inarticulately, legs reflexively splaying as a muffled hum filled the humid air. Caitlyn broke out in a toothy grin.
“Squeeze me! Play with me!” Caitlyn gloated.
Vi keeled back against her, strung out on a reverberation of ecstasy. For its unassuming appearance, the little duckie packed a rumble to make a woman fucking levitate. The smirk had been struck clean off Vi’s face, Caitlyn noticed with satisfaction when she caught it in the mirror. She had her ‘o’ face on in its stead, jaw slack, eyes fluttered shut, brows cutely knit.
Caitlyn had scarcely gotten started.
Vi was a joy, if sometimes a difficulty, to top. She was viscerally responsive. Her reactions to pleasure would see her a writhing mess, as though she had lost control over her limbs. One could enjoy the ride—there was an art to it—and try to not take a pelvis to the nose.
The Zaunite bucked her hips demandingly, sending another tide of water cascading over the edge of the overfilled tub, and a stroke of inspiration hit Caitlyn—a divine, but vindictive one. Withdrawing the duckie, she clicked it off. She needn’t glance in the mirror to envision Vi’s gobsmacked expression.“I think you’ve spilled enough water all over the floor…” Caitlyn was proud of herself for this one. Nailing the spontaneity game. “Every time you spill, I’ll just have to stop.”
Vi’s feet scrabbled at the end of the tub for stability. “Wait… What?!”
“You heard me.”
Caitlyn poised the ducky between her legs once more, but a thought gave her pause. Whether she was pampered, tortured, or pampered with torture, it had to be Vi’s choice. For this, there was a system, as there should be for all things: ‘Go’ for ‘ please, gods, don’t stop ’, ‘Easy’ for ‘pause and check in ’, ‘Halt’ for ‘ stop everything at once ’.
“Easy?” Caitlyn inquired.
Though they loved to make a game of everything, perhaps Vi just wanted to put her feet up and be pleasured after a long day at work. Moreover, Caitlyn wanted to clear her conscience for the degree of revenge she was about to wage on her.
In response, Vi slapped her hands gamely over the edges of the tub, hauling herself back upright. She threw her legs open, determined to better acquaint herself with Caitlyn’s little yellow friend.
“You think you can get the best of me with your little duckie? Do your worst Cupcake.”
Perhaps Vi would call her a stickler, but safewords were only safe if one used them consistently. “Yes, but I need you to—”
“—Go!”
It was all Vi needed to say, and it was everything Caitlyn had been hoping to hear.
“Permission to be mean, hm?” Caitlyn turned the toy back on. Vi had sealed her fate.
Caitlyn skimmed the duckie lightly over her cunt, keeping half an eye on the misty mirror. Vi smiled wide, as though she had already come around to the conclusion that she was in deep. The grin was again wiped from her expression as Caitlyn grazed her clit with the toy.
“Nnnh…”
Vi was more vocal when restrained, for which this apparently counted. Caitlyn leant forward, finding the tender spot at the base of Vi’s neck, leaving her tongue over the salty dew already beginning to collect there. For her efforts, she got a little groan, and Vi began rocking her hips into the duckie. Finding her rhythm, Caitlyn worked the toy in tight little circles, very much enjoying the mindfulness with which Vi writhed in a careful chase for contact. A cadence of huffing tickled her ears, and Caitlyn stole a peek in the mirror. Concentrating Vi was especially cute; her gracefully-arched brows would adopt a minute furrow, and she would tuck the corner of her plump lower lip between her teeth.
Now that she had coaxed Vi into sync with her, Caitlyn ground the duckie more firmly. The Zaunite answered the motion with more insistent bucking, and Caitlyn felt the cord of her neck draw tight. An exquisite pink flush now dappled over the fine smattering of freckles on her chest, her pert breasts beginning to heave. Caitlyn’s free hand played up Vi’s flank to cup a perfect palmful, taking a stiffening nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it knowingly. The action provoked a groaning grunt from Vi, who had begun to press back against her. At the end of the tub, her toes clenched and flexed, her powerful calves tightening. Fascinated, Caitlyn watched; felt Vi’s taut form begin to strain and shudder with the imminence of her orgasm.
“Ahh—!” Vi threw her head back against Caitlyn’s shoulder, vaulting her hips up—
Plat.
A breaker of suds crashed over the rim of tub, and Caitlyn committed to her mission, whisking the duckie away and clicking it off.
A choked sound escaped Vi. She stared forward, wide-eyed, gasping raggedly.
Caitlyn might have taunted Vi for being so shocked that she would make good on her word. The realization then struck her that, in all their play, she had never denied Vi… this. Ever. It was only now that she realized that they were in very new territory.
Vi gulped thickly, pulling Caitlyn from her thoughts.
“—Are you alright?! I wasn’t expecting you to spill right when you were fit to—”
“—spill?” Vi rasped, sagging against her, hot-cheeked.
“Easy?” Caitlyn asked, questing for reassurance. Seldom did they ever try new things without planning, let alone things this mean.
“Go.” Vi was gripping the sides of the tub resolutely, pulling herself upright and splaying her legs expectantly. Ducking her forehead against the sweaty nape of Vi’s neck, Caitlyn scoffed. Apparently, they had found a new thing, and very clearly, Vi was convinced she could beat the game.
“If you insist.”
Slipping the duckie up against Vi’s folds, Caitlyn clicked it on, and the humid air again filled with a muffled hum.
“Aw, fuck,” Vi swore, the tension quickly returning to her muscles. This time, the veins on her strapped forearms stood out as she clamped her hands on either side of the tub. She bowed her head intently, breath coming in harsh little puffs as she focused on holding still. It was easy to see, though, that the little denial had left her fucking thrumming with sexual frustration and excitement.
Caitlyn trailed her fingers curiously through her folds, happening upon a well of slipperiness that certainly wasn’t water. She was positively sopping, no surprises there.
“You’re actually wetter than water, right now…”
“No shit,” Vi ground out, now twitching her hips in short little motions that scarcely disturbed the surface of the water. In less than a few minutes, she had apparently gotten what she needed from her efforts, crunching and flexing her abs as she did when she was fit to come.
It took Caitlyn a few moments to realize that half of the huffing and puffing was coming from her. Her own heart pattered pleasantly from the thrill of their little game. She had Vi right where she wanted her, she could tell that the vibrations from the unassuming toy were sending her on a fast-track to her peak. Oh, her toes were curling now, her thighs straining and flexing, and suddenly her legs jumped—
Buoyancy did its thing when her feet left the edge of the tub and Vi flipped back a bit, sending a splatter of water to the floor.
“Ah-ah!” Caitlyn didn’t yank the duckie away this time, merely clicking it off and leaving Vi humping it in vexation for a few seconds. “No sloshing water about.”
“I’m fucking trying, okay?!”
The way her voice cracked over the words had Caitlyn beaming from ear to ear. She almost went to click the toy on again, but thought better of it. It was time to bring out the big guns.
“Do you swear to be a good girl?”
Oh yes she did, with the good-girl word.
Vi whined a hoarse whine from the depths of her chest, one so plaintive that Caitlyn turned the duckie on again, if only because she couldn’t bear not to. Gearing up for the challenge, Vi dug the balls of her feet firmly against the end of the tub, getting a good grip on the sides with her faintly trembling hands. Taking a shred of pity upon the woman, Caitlyn pressed herself in closer to her, partially propping her up.
This was in no way to let Vi off easy, mind. She still wanted Vi fighting for her fucking life.
After all, Vi hadn’t even seen all the duckie could do, yet. Fumbling briefly with the feature, Caitlyn gave the toy another squeeze, trying to focus as she blindly glided the toy about Vi’s sex. She could tell the suction had aligned with Vi’s clit when she let out a little keen of arousal and surprise.
“Is it… sucking me?!”
“What do you think of my bath toy now?”
“S’good,” Vi nearly wept.
“Play nice, don’t make a mess,” Caitlyn cautioned her.
To her credit, Vi was trying, oh she was trying to persevere her way to the finish line. The little vortex of the toy on her clit had her reflexively arching her back, though, drawing her body as though it were a bow fit to shoot off. The stimulation wound her tighter and tighter until her hips began churning in enthusiastic response. The motions lost Vi her purchase on the edges of the tub and she slid suddenly into the water, almost up to her neck. A bereft sob escaped her as the hum of the toy ceased, punctuated by a frustrated thump of her fist on the porcelain.
Caitlyn caught Vi as she scrambled to push herself back up, pulling her back into her chest. They weren’t in ‘easy’ territory yet, but she could sense Vi was getting overcooked—and Caitlyn reserved overcooking expressly for the kitchen.
“Breathe, love, breathe.” If Vi were to come as hard as she intended for her to come, she would need plenty of oxygen in those muscles.
Vi let out a choked chuckle, evidently wise to the fact that this breather was being imposed on her, for her own good. Slumping back into Caitlyn, she dutifully inhaled a few big breaths.
“There’s a girl.” The teasing had been top-notch, but Vi sorely needed to come.
Caitlyn could scarcely bear the tension herself, but there was one last thing she wanted to do before she sent Vi over the edge. They had a few inches of leeway between the waterline and the lip of the tub. She should give Vi a running start, though, and so Caitlyn began laying the praise on thick.
“Violet, listen,” she murmured into the shell of Vi’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, and I want you to come apart between my legs, can you do that?”
“Uh-huh,” Vi moaned feverishly. Oh, she was in such a froth.
“I’m going to turn this on again, and this time, I’m not going to turn it off unless you say ‘halt’, alright?”
“...Yeah…”
Pressing the toy up against Vi once more, she turned on the vibration. The powerful thighs snugged between her own jumped and twitched, splaying responsively. Vi’s head was again flung hard back against her shoulder, little chuffs of pleasure issuing from her lips.
She was so close, Caitlyn could almost taste it, and gods, was it delectable. Caitlyn was nearly biting back moans of her own, and she wasn’t even the one being touched. Vi was so divine like this, absolutely arresting—torqued up, muscles straining, sexual energy simmering below her skin. Were she any more charged up, she’d set the water boiling.
Vi’s noises escalated to high, breathy whines as she turned the suction on, again managing to catch her distended clit with the stimulation.
Gods, this was a little nerve-wracking. Caitlyn suspected she was on the cusp of tearing and insane orgasm from Vi, or at least one that she hoped would be worth the buildup. Not only that, but she had one last trick to—prayerfully—pull off correctly.
Releasing the breast she had been squeezing, Caitlyn reached behind her, feeling about for the warm tap, and the detachable showerhead. Vi had drained a decent bit of water from the tub with her splashing. So long as she held Vi up, this should work without a hitch.
Plunging the showerhead underwater, she aimed it between Vi’s legs to assault her with the triad of sensations. The woman’s jaw dropped and she drew a shrill gasp of astonishment. She nodded her head into Vi until they were pressed cheek to heated cheek, squeezing Vi between her arms to hold her up as best she could.
“You can go ahead and come, sweet, I won’t stop you for anything.”
Vi’s quaking body drew tight, a bitten-off cry bursting from behind clenched teeth.
“Staff are gone, love,” Caitlyn reminded her. They had this entire wing of the manor to themselves; this just might be the evening she got Vi to scream. “Let it out.”
As though on cue, Vi rolled her hips and came, the immensity of it wrenching whines from her and incoherent shouts that might have been cursing, might have been a prayer, might just have been Caitlyn’s name. Squeezing her with her arms while her hands worked between Vi’s legs, Caitlyn held Vi fast against her chest as she tensed and shook, coasting on a surf of sexual ecstasy. Rivulets of moisture dampened the juncture of their cheeks, sweat or tears, likely both.
“Keep breathing, love, deep breaths.” During such times as these Vi was liable to hyperventilate, and give herself the hiccups afterwards. The woman took in a windy breath, allowing Caitlyn to talk her through what might have been her most intense climax to date. Or climaxes. It was getting difficult to tell.
At last the cries dwindled to sighing and panting. Utterly replete, Vi slipped a hand underwater to push Caitlyn’s hands from her overstimulated pussy. Caitlyn needn’t wait for the word—Vi was done. Utterly wrecked, even.
Releasing the duckie to float to the surface, Caitlyn flipped the tap off swiftly, before the waterline crept too high again, replacing the showerhead before lying back, pulling Vi with her. She was satisfied to note that she had rendered the woman completely boneless, save for her legs, which still quivered fitfully.
She might actually have broken her girlfriend—the most formidable Piltover Warden, vanquished by a rubber duckie.
Vi’s panting diminished with one final, windy, contented sigh, and they were back to that pin-drop, meditative silence. Though she was sat on the bottom of the tub between Caitlyn’s legs, she was verifiably floating. The very last of the sunset trickled down onto them from the skylight.
Trying to disturb Vi as little as possible, Caitlyn reached for a washcloth slung over the side of the tub. Dipping it into the water to wet it, she began at Vi’s neck, cleansing her skin of the sheen of perspiration that had collected. Working methodically, she began washing Vi’s shoulders, next running the cloth under Vi’s arm and continuing down it. She repeated the routine on the other arm before bringing the cloth up to Vi’s chest, gently scrubbing the hollows of her collarbones, then the rounds of her breasts. Submerging it, Caitlyn continued southward, patting the cloth over Vi’s sensitized pussy with the greatest of care.
To wash Vi’s legs would jostle her too much, so Caitlyn left it there, pulling the cloth from the water and crushing the moisture from it with one hand before laying it back over the edge of the tub. She began to suspect that Vi had fallen asleep, until such time that she stirred to lean her temple against Caitlyn’s.
“Shall I wash your hair?”
Too blissed-out and subdued to talk, Vi gave her a weak but decisive nod.
Reaching her arms above her head, Caitlyn indulged in a languid stretch before propping Vi up so she would sit forward. Gently, so gently, she teased the hair elastic from the magenta waves, letting them tumble from the tie and raking through them a few times with her fingers to comb them out.
Pausing to rub a fond circle into Vi’s back, Caitlyn took the pitcher from the array of items to the side of the bath, dipping it into the bath. Tipping Vi’s chin up, she carefully soaked her hair down and set the pitcher to the side, reaching for the shampoo.
Vi slouched forward happily, pulling her knees up and enveloping them in a loose hug. Caitlyn lathered her hair up, doing her best to work her fingers firmly into Vi’s scalp, stroking and massaging it just how she liked it. Caitlyn’s attentions extended far past the point of getting Vi’ hair clean, going until her hands began to grow tired. While she had Vi like this, she piled her soapy crimson locks onto her head briefly to spend the last of her energy giving Vi’s neck and shoulders a brief little knead. She concluded her ministrations by planting a smooch to one inky shoulderblade.
Smoothing Vi’s hair back once more, Caitlyn twisted to fuss with the taps once more, getting the temperature just-so, then filling the pitcher up.
“Close your eyes tight, love.”
Tipping Vi’s chin back up, she set about the tricky business of rinsing her hair off without washing any shampoo into her eyes. Running an index finger testingly down a strand of hair and finding herself satisfied with the squeak, Caitlyn put the pitcher aside. She wrought the moisture from Vi’s tresses, twisting them up tidily before laying it over Vi’s shoulder.
“Your makeup.” Since Vi was awake, she might as well remind her. Taking the washcloth and giving it another soak, she handed it to Vi so she could cleanse her face. The woman gave her face a brief scrub before slinging the cloth over the faucet.
Getting herself comfortable in the tub once more, Caitlyn pulled Vi back against her. They lazed wordlessly as the bath grew tepid.
No thoughts… no thoughts.
The warm weight of Vi’s body spooned back into her own, the scent of her hair, their chests rising and falling as one.
Simply, splendidly, no thoughts.
At length, she got some little sign of life from Vi as the woman emerged from her daze. The somnolent cadence of her breathing was broken by a refreshed sigh and she canted her head, giving her neck a little stretch as she looked around with increasing alertness.
“Welcome back.”
“Good morning to you, too.” Cracking silly jokes. Vi was definitely getting her wits back.
“I edged you, like, four times!” Caitlyn blurted out in awe. “And you screamed!”
“Mm,” Vi mused airily. “I guess you’re not bad for a top.”
Caitlyn stole her hand between their bodies to give her a quick pinch on the bum for her insolence.
“I guess you’re not bad for a ‘new-money bitch’.”
She hadn’t been expecting Vi to set herself up for that one so soon.
Vi made a mirthful snorting sound. “Wha’ bout you?” she yawned at last.
“Me?” Caitlyn rewrapped her arm around Vi. “Oh, believe me, I’m taken care of. I’ve quite recently, um, familiarized myself with the duckie.”
Vi cocked her head.
“I was attempting to meditate!” Caitlyn added.
“Aww, Cupcake, did I walk in on your post-nut clarity?”
“Barged in on it, more like,” Caitlyn giggled.
For a while longer, they spent the silence and the last of the water’s warmth together. The duckie bobbed at the end of the tub, staring winkingly at them.
It was Vi to break the silence first, plucking the toy from the water and turning it this way and that. She flipped it upside down, inspecting the little divot on the bottom—the source of the suction that had thrown her for such a loop. Clicked it on and off.
“Okay, but… Why a duck?!”