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As with most things in her life, Caitlyn blames her latest misfortune on Jayce.
“Hey, cupcake.” Vi murmurs, just loud enough for the woman hitting on Caitlyn to hear. She slides her hand into Caitlyn’s back pocket, pressing the ghost of a kiss to her temple.
“Sorry.” The other woman stands, running a hand through her short black hair. “Was nice talking to you, anyway.”
Caitlyn watches her walk across the bar to Mel, starting up another conversation like theirs had never happened, and tries not to seethe.
“We were having a nice conversation.”
“What, you and Sevika?” Vi snorts, pulling her hand out of Caitlyn’s pocket.
“You know her?”
“She’s a regular here. I’m surprised you don’t.” Vi leans against the bar, casual as anything. Like she hadn’t been pretending that the two of them were together.
It had all started when Jayce had introduced the two of them—Caitlyn had been at their local bar, having drinks with Mel and Viktor like usual, only this time, he’d brought one of his friends from the gym along. Caitlyn had been polite, cordial even, barely speaking a word to Vi all night. It was nothing personal, she just knew better than to get involved with anyone as attractive and clearly aware of it as Vi.
It wasn’t until half past eleven, when Jayce was practically staggering, that he managed to corner both of them.
“Listen, Vi.” He said, tone dead serious as if he wasn’t swaying in place. “Cait here’s like my little sister. You gotta—hic—you gotta promise me that if I’m not there and some creep hits on her, or if she’s uncomfortable, you’ll step in.”
“Jayce.” Caitlyn rolls her eyes. She can’t believe he’s giving the dad talk to someone she’s met literally that night.
“Oh course I will, Jayce.” Vi’s tone, surprisingly, is also dead serious. Caitlyn’s brows shoot towards her hairline.
“Now let’s get you in the car, big guy.”
Vi doesn’t have to wait long to use her newly appointed privileges as her protector. On the way back into the bar, a man who couldn’t be older than nineteen blocks their path, his eyes glued to Caitlyn’s tits.
“Hey, I—”
Caitlyn opens her mouth, a fuck off right on her lips, when Vi wraps a possessive arm around her shoulders.
“She’s not interested.” She smirks, rubbing Caitlyn’s shoulder with her thumb.
“Ah, my fault.” The guy throws his hands up sheepishly. “I didn’t know she was— nevermind, sorry.” He practically vanishes into thin air, metaphorical tail between his legs, as Vi shoots daggers with her eyes in his direction.
Caitlyn’s jaw drops.
“Did you just pretend to be my girlfriend?” She hisses as Vi slides her arm off, putting her hands back in her pockets. "I could've handled that, I'll have you know."
“No better way to shut someone down.” Vi shrugs. “It’s like, the least personal rejection ever.”
“Huh.” Caitlyn muses. “So you’d really do that for me anytime someone bothers me? Just because Jayce asked?”
“Yeah.” Vi’s tone is serious again, her expression shockingly sincere.
It had been an epiphany, then, that she could go out without anyone bothering her, so long as she had her guard dog with her. Now, though, when her dry spell was going on for nearly six months, and she hadn’t been on anything resembling a date in even longer, the act had lost a bit of its charm.
“Well, I liked Sevika.” She grits through her teeth. It’s not a lie, not entirely. They’d only spoken for all of five minutes. It had been perfectly pleasant, if not devoid of any kind of chemistry.
“She just wanted to fuck you.” Vi answers bluntly.
“Well, maybe I just wanted to fuck her, too.”
“Nah, you didn’t.”
There it is again, that effortlessly cocky tone.
“And how, exactly, do you know that?”
“I would be able to tell.” Vi shrugs. “You weren’t into her.”
Caitlyn huffs. It’s not that she’s wrong, it’s just that she’s so damn smug about it. It wasn’t that she was desperate, either, just that it was infuriating—Vi slipped into her role as Caitlyn’s girlfriend so effortlessly, it put any banter she was having with anyone else to shame.
And that would’ve been fine, if Vi were willing to actually make a move. It was horribly embarrassing to admit, even to herself, that Vi played her role a little too well—she had started to invade her fantasies, just like she’d invaded all of her potential relationships.
Caitlyn sighs, staring into the bottom of her glass, accepting that she’s probably going to run her vibrator into the ground by the end of the year.
She finally comes to the brilliant realization, weeks later, that if she wants to get laid without Vi’s chaperoning, all she needs to do is go to the bar alone. Jayce would kill her if he found out, but she isn’t stupid. She doesn’t need anyone protecting her, especially not from what she wants.
It’s weirdly exhilarating, ordering her gin and tonic and sipping idly, knowing that she can flirt with whoever she wants without inevitably ending the night alone. She scans the room, squinting slightly in the low light.
On her second pass, the bartender catches her eye before looking away, tucking her short strawberry blonde hair behind her ear and smiling shyly. That’s new—women are almost never shy around her. It goes right to her head along with the gin.
She takes a sip, wondering if it’s worth it—is it pathetic to flirt with the bartender, not even one drink in? She’s not Vi, not that it matters.
The bartender smiles at her again, a little too long this time to just be considered friendly. She isn’t really Caitlyn’s type—not that she has one, anyway—but she’s cute enough. Cute, and, more importantly, interested in Caitlyn.
It doesn’t have to mean anything, she rationalizes. I just have to get laid and get my mind off V—off things.
Caitlyn perks up as the bartender starts to make her way over, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her apron. She opens her mouth, holding onto a scrap of paper which Caitlyn is praying has her phone number on it so she can finally end her dry spell, before her eyes dart upwards and her expression falls.
Sorry, she mouths, looking chastised.
What the hell just happened?
“Hey, cupcake.” That familiar voice rings in her ears. Vi’s hand rubs her back before landing possessively on her hip, clearly marking her territory.
“Why are you here, Vi?” She all but growls, the glass in her hand threatening to shatter.
“I’m here to drive you home.”
“I’m not ready to go home.”
“Fine by me.” Vi responded easily, leaning back against the bar and grinning lazily at her.
“If it’s so fine by you, then why don’t you leave me alone and let me attempt to get laid?”
Vi arches a thick eyebrow, but the smile doesn’t fall from her face.
“Sure,” She shrugs. “Good luck.”
Caitlyn doesn’t watch her leave, not wanting Vi to think she cares about where she fucks off to.
How did she even know I would be here tonight?
“Sorry about that.” The bartender comes around again, smiling bashfully. “I didn’t realize you were taken.”
“I’m not.” Caitlyn holds her head high, willing the sting of the words away. “That was just a friend.”
“Oh!” The bartender’s face lights up as she glances over Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Oh, well— yeah, I suppose I can see that now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I can’t imagine you’d feel too comfortable with your girlfriend doing that.”
Caitlyn can feel her head turning in slow motion as the bartender nods across the crowded room.
Vi was leaning against the wall, a slight smile on her face as one of the most beautiful women Caitlyn has ever seen ran her hands over her biceps, laughing with her head thrown back like Vi had just cracked the funniest joke known to mankind. Her long, manicured nails squeezed at her muscled arms, where they were probably leaving marks, her tits spilling out over the low neckline of her dress.
Caitlyn sees red. She isn’t even aware of her feet moving, pushing off from the barstool. The bartender is probably saying something, but she couldn’t give less of a fuck if her life depended on it. All she can hear is the blood rushing in her ears, her face flushing hot.
Vi’s head turns as she approaches, a smug eyebrow raising.
Prick.
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” Caitlyn hisses.
“Playing?” Vi asks.
“Violet, who’s this?” The woman giggles.
She practically blacks out. Violet. She has no fucking right. She doesn’t know her, not like Caitlyn knows her.
Before she can think, before she can even breathe, the desire to wipe that smug little smirk off of Vi’s lips in the only way she knows how overtakes her.
She leans forward, grabbing Vi by the back of her head and smashing their lips together.
Vi moans, keening into her mouth like she’s been waiting for it all night. Caitlyn’s barely touched her drink, the ice cubes in her abandoned gin and tonic having turned it into water by now, but she feels drunk off the feeling. She scratches her nails into Vi’s scalp, pulling hard and swiping her tongue across her bottom lip. Her mouth falls open effortlessly, letting her in like all she had to do was ask.
Caitlyn pulls back, face flushed red and panting slightly. Vi looks stunned, pupils dilated as her mouth hangs open. Her tongue swipes over the scar on her upper lip as they stare at each other.
She spins on her heel and walks out of the bar. She doesn’t bother to look around for Vi’s groupie—they can both go home together and go to hell on the way there.
Taste of your own fucking medicine.
She can’t figure out why she’s so angry, why the rage burns so hot it feels like it could burn her up and leave nothing left. Her feet carry her blindly forward, no destination in mind as long as it’s far from the bar.
She’s almost all the way down the back alley before a strong hand grips her around her wrist, pinning her to the wall.
“What the f—”
Vi is spinning her around, her eyes burning as she grips her jaw.
“I could ask you the exact same question.” Her voice is raw. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”
She doesn’t give Caitlyn a chance to answer, slotting their mouths together and pushing her into the wall. The brick is cold, rough where it grazes her exposed skin, but the feeling barely registers.
Vi trails her mouth down to her neck, biting down hard where the skin meets her shoulder.
“Fuck you.” Caitlyn gasps, her eyes watering as she chokes on a moan.
“You got the right idea, baby.” Vi grips her hips, pulling her in as her teeth drag along her throat. The feeling is so good, just painful enough to make her groan.
“You’re going to leave bruises.” She pulls at Vi’s hair. She’ll have to wear a turtleneck all week, if she isn’t careful.
“Uh huh.” Vi licks, running her tongue over the abused skin and blowing on it.
“Vi.” Caitlyn hisses. Her hips are starting to move forward, grinding into nothing. She’s so insanely pissed off, but somehow even more turned on, the barriers between feelings in her brain melting the more Vi touches her.
“Would you have done this to her?” She seethes, unable to let it go.
“Who?” Vi asks, roughly running her hands up Caitlyn’s thighs and grabbing her waist.
“That— that woman, in there.”
“Don’t give a fuck about her.” Vi says bluntly, kissing Caitlyn squarely on the mouth and grinding their hips together.
Her eyes roll back in her head, her body finally getting the memo that yeah, yes, this is actually happening. She tangles her hands in Vi’s hair, kissing her back firmly. Her lips are so soft, so gentle, such a stark contrast to the way her hands grope at the skin of her hips.
“Tell me to stop.” Vi gasps into her mouth, her fingers fumbling before opening her belt.
“Don’t want you to stop.” Caitlyn whines, too far gone to feel shame anymore.
Fuck it. I’ve always wanted this.
Vi’s thick fingers trace the waistband of her underwear, so infuriatingly close to where she needs her.
“Tell me you want this.” Vi groans into her ear, “Please.”
“Want this so bad, Vi, please. Want you.”
The shaky exhale she lets out is so delicious, if she wasn’t already soaked she’d be there in a second. Vi’s fingers trace over her slowly, just feeling, before sliding two fingers in and biting down on her earlobe.
They both groan as Vi pushes in. Hearing her breathing in her ear like this has Caitlyn frantically pushing her hips down onto her fingers, willing her to go faster. She gets the message, bracing her hand with her hips and pushing in hard and fast.
“Hah—” She chokes out, hands gripping at Vi’s shoulders. Panic takes over for a brief second, because fuck, they’re in public, anyone could drive down the alley or walk out of the back door of the bar and see her like this, strung out and gasping on Vi’s fingers less than a minute in.
“We shouldn’t—” She tries to protest before Vi’s kissing her hard on the mouth, her free hand coming to rest gently on the base of her neck. There’s no pressure, just pleasant, heavy weight that has her head spinning.
“Vi.” She moans. “Please, feels so good.”
She slows before slipping another finger in, the stretch making Caitlyn keen, kicking a heeled foot against nothing. Her fingers are so fucking thick, the pace stealing the breath from her lungs.
“Were you jealous?” Vi pants into her mouth. “Did it make you jealous?”
“Fuck you.” Caitlyn spits, screwing her eyes closed.
“Answer me, baby.” She begs, gripping Caitlyn’s jaw with her free hand. Her fingers are so deep, hammering into her so hard she can barely string together a sentence.
“Yes.” She hisses. “Of— ‘f course— course I was jealous, you prick—”
“Yeah,” Vi is smiling into her mouth, biting at her lower lip as her thumb starts circling her clit, hard and fast. “Yeah, baby?”
“Oh, God—” Caitlyn whines, high in the back of her throat. She can feel herself tightening, feel the hitch of Vi’s breath as she feels it too.
“Wanna see you come.” Vi pleads, her voice breathy. “Please, Cait.”
She could cry, could seriously, genuinely cry at how good it feels. She can’t think, can barely breathe, her head falling forward onto Vi’s shoulder. She’s aware, distantly, that she’s chanting a litany of curses, of please, Vi, more.
It steals all the breath from her lungs when she comes, gripping Vi’s arms and biting down on her shoulder hard.
“Oh, fuck.” Vi moans, pinning her firmly into the brick wall as she works her through it. It feels like it lasts forever, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her hips twitch, riding the wave until she can’t take it anymore.
Vi gently pulls her fingers out, rubbing Caitlyn’s back when the feeling makes her hiss. She knows she doesn’t have long before the shame kicks back in, when she stops floating and misses her chance.
“Vi.” She croaks, the words barely coming out.
“Yeah?” She’s so pretty like this, her face hopeful.
“Would you like to come back to mine?”
Vi leans forward, kissing her tenderly and brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“If I knew that all I had to do to get your attention was get hit on, I’d have made sure it happened the night we met.”
Caitlyn smiles, too high off the pleasure to tell her to fuck off.
“If you like pretending to be mine so much,” She whispers into her ear, “Why don’t you try it for real?”