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Once the snow had melted off Piltover’s proud buildings, the Council had decided that it would be a splendid idea to host a gathering with influential people. It was their hope to find new trading opportunities and talent.
While plenty of citizens had decided to stay and build a more robust cooperation between Piltover and Zaun, enough workforce had moved out with their families to what they believed to be better places across Runeterra. And nothing was worse than losing out on new ways to ensure the treasury would have all the finances it needed so the cities would flourish and for leading families to still make a profit.
On the other side of the room, Vi was standing in front of some tables with a glass of Shuriman wine in hand. Several guests had complimented her on her attire - a green suit with dark blue floral patterns, brown suede shoes, and a navy blue necktie with green flowers. All the socializing had tired her while getting very formally introduced as Caitlyn’s companion, and so she’d retreated to a place she could just observe from.
When Caitlyn looked her way, Vi was talking to Sevika. As always, those two could never see eye to eye about anything. It was amusing to see them try to pretend that they could tolerate each other, however.
“We aspire for excellence and yet we’ve got a long way to go, don’t we?”
Many guests surrounded Caitlyn, their cacophony varied enough to meld into static noise. But the pointed words cut through the din. She turned her head around to see an elderly woman standing there, looking at her from quite the distance below. Hoskel’s successor. She swallowed a groan and plastered her best smile on her face, wishing that the councillor wouldn’t have approached her.
“Councillor. Lovely to see you,” she said with friendliness in her voice, trying to at least pretend that she was happy to see the woman. After socializing for hours on end, Caitlyn was not sure of anyone’s names anymore. The one standing in front of her sure looked like an Elvira to her, though.
“Who else? I just wanted to pay a compliment to your family for organizing this exquisite venue,” Elvira said, her hands now clasped behind her back. “While you’ve been busy parading your paramour around, I’ve managed to snatch a few deals for ensuring a prosperous future.”
If Elvira’s smugness was anything to go by, Caitlyn’s mask must have slipped, revealing her disgust. She knew there were people in power out there who still resented her for everything that had happened while under Ambessa’s command. But did they really have to remind her on every occasion that she’d fumbled the kind of responsibility she hadn’t even been trained for?
Was it not enough to host this unnecessarily posh party, on top of all her efforts to help rebuild the two cities for the past year? To wear this damned navy blue dress that exposed her back, with elegant stars embroidered on it? To bother with matching earrings and black pumps that made her feet feel like they were snapping in two?
How much did she still have to prove to the nobility that she’s been taking responsibility for what she’d done, that she’s been working hard to mend things? It’s never enough for them.
“Cat got your tongue, dear?”
A server walked by with champagne flutes, and Caitlyn grabbed one. She drank half of it in one go, not bothering to try to sound amiable anymore once the glass left her mouth. “Definitely not,” she replied, staring down at Elvira as if that would have had any chance of intimidating the woman.
“If you really must know, introducing Violet to our esteemed guests has guaranteed us some lucrative agreements in regards to military power.”
“What you mean to say is, she’s not just a pretty face and you’ve used that to your advantage. Looks like your mother’s political prowess hasn’t skipped you, after all.”
Caitlyn scoffed and continued sipping from her flute as they both looked into the direction where Vi was listening to Sevika. Vi seemed bored enough to play with an exotic fruit in her hands and not even look at Sevika. When making eye contact with Caitlyn, she brought the fruit to her mouth and winked seductively right before chomping inelegantly into it.
Elvira snorted. “You really know how to choose them, Kiramman. Excuse me. I have more enticing prospects to look forward to.”
With her gone, Caitlyn couldn’t help but replay that wink in her head and wish Vi’s mouth would work on her instead of that fruit. She could feel her skin starting to burn up and her pulse go up, undoubtedly from blushing.
It had been a stressful day. She needed to drink something way stronger than this champagne. She needed to hide herself from this superficial crowd of socialites before she’d get any more annoyed and sully her family’s name by snapping. She needed Vi to tell her how good of a job she’d been doing and worship her the minute after.
Caitlyn returned the wink to Vi with one last drop of composure, and spun around to make her way to her office room. It was usually a good book or burying herself in paperwork that would soothe her soul in there. There was too much noise coming from every direction for her to concentrate on any of those in the moment, however.
Once she stepped into the room and closed the door behind herself, she walked to the window. Her eyes closed while she heaved, and she pressed her palms flat onto the windowsill in an attempt to calm down. The world around her disappeared until her heart regained its normal rhythm.
A conversation from the garden downstairs brought her completely with her feet back to the ground.
An elderly merchant was stroking his beard, as if deep in thought. “Do you believe there’s any chance of us ever getting something like the Hex Gates ever again?”
“Why not, if our most brilliant scientists put their heads together. Didn’t you know, teamwork makes the dream work!” a younger noble replied, causing them both a good laugh.
It was easy for these people to only think about how others would make them more money, even when great minds got lost to fate. Caitlyn still mourned Jayce, despite them not even having had the opportunity to say goodbye to each other before he vanished. While others may never care to remember her closest friend, she vowed to honor his memory forever.
The guests’ words got lost to the wind as the office door opened and closed swiftly, followed by a locking sound. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that the steps coming her way belonged to her lover.
Vi encircled Caitlyn’s waist with her arms, setting her chin on top of a pale shoulder. They observed the diplomats in the yard, who, even after tiresome hours of being there, were still talking animatedly with exquisite finger foods and drinks in hand.
Hovering over one of Caitlyn’s ears, Vi whispered, “I can’t believe how brave you are, to stand in front of such powerful people and talk so easily.”
Caitlyn shuddered from the warmth of Vi’s breath and put a hand on her forearm to support herself. One of her heels accidentally ended up on Vi’s shoe, but she retracted it quickly and didn’t bother with excuses for the mishap.
She scoffed, gesturing vaguely with her other hand. “Darling, did you think that I have not been thoroughly educated in the art of shameless diplomatic flirting just because I’m a gunslinger?”
“Let’s just say you find ways to amaze me every day,” Vi replied, brushing her lips tenderly to Caitlyn’s ear. The smell of that fruit Vi was eating earlier wafted over to Caitlyn’s nose, making her crave its taste. One hand moved onto Caitlyn’s exposed back to caress it, while the other traversed its way from her waist to raise the hem of her dress.
It had been a considerably fruitful day in regards to extending and securing additional contracts for Piltover and Zaun’s prosperity. Caitlyn had effortlessly been doing it through letters and the seldom in-person meeting since her recovery, after Ambessa’s martial law had ended. However, putting on a friendly mask to mooch off the most influential people in Runeterra in real time was a whole other level of demanding for her.
She needed someone to unshackle her from her daily duties, help her lose herself in a sweet moment, take the wheel for a bit. And right now, that wheel was being stirred by Vi, who had managed to drag Caitlyn’s dress high enough to reveal a pair of tight, black polyester shorts.
Vi squeezed one buttcheek through the delicate material, and a slight gasp escaped Caitlyn’s mouth, quiet enough just for the two of them to hear. Caitlyn turned around swiftly to see Vi smirking all amused, not hesitating to smack their lips together as soon as they’d made eye contact.
It became a hungry kiss fueled by the staring contest that allowed their tongues to battle for dominance. Even with her vision gone in one eye, hidden by an eyepatch, Caitlyn’s gaze was ferocious in that moment. Their hands grasped desperately at each other’s hair and clothes until Vi’s blazer got discarded onto the floor and she stood there with her necktie and button-up shirt undone, Caitlyn's fingers latched onto it.
Caitlyn’s pumps already lay strewn across the room, her dress pushed so much upwards that the only way for her to be comfortable was to have it taken off. She broke the kiss suddenly and tightened her grip into Vi's shirt, murmuring, “Violet… make me forget about all the embellishments I’ve sold those pretentious pricks today.” The anxious tremble in her voice made it sound more like a plea than an order.
“Needy, are we?” Vi asked and then brought one of Caitlyn's hands to her mouth, taking her time to kiss the knuckles one by one.
Caitlyn’s shoulders relaxed from the softness of the lips being pressed onto her skin and she exhaled, looking into Vi’s soft eyes with hunger. “I presume you know why.”
Of course Vi knew. Every now and then, they'd get this unnecessarily sudden urge to jump each other's bones. They would revel in each other for hours on end, after which they would barely share a kiss throughout the following week.
And tonight, it was definitely this urge that made them both crave each other so rabidly. The frustration of having to deal with entitled merchants and cunning warlords was just the tipping point.
“I know, I can feel it too,” Vi said softly. “I think we're synchronizing again.”
Caitlyn’s index finger tapped onto Vi’s freckled nose as she giggled. “What were the chances…”
Vi just shrugged, letting an innocent smile tug at the corner of her mouth. One of her hands snatched the hem of Caitlyn’s dress, looking searchingly into her eyes.
“Oh, just rid me of it already.”
The dress ended up on the floor with a soft thud, leaving Caitlyn just in shorts and a simple black bra. If the lustful way Vi looked at her gave any clues, she could officially announce to herself that she felt smashable. And the woman standing in front of her was equally so.
She prodded Vi backwards with her palm till Vi’s calves hit the edge of the brown leather chair behind the desk, getting pushed right onto it. Caitlyn straddled her, mellow chair creaks joining their urgency.
They shifted in the seat until Vi could comfortably unclasp Caitlyn’s bra, which was shrugged off unceremoniously onto the desk.
Vi fondled a boob tenderly as Caitlyn steadied herself with her hands on broad shoulders. “Better?”
“I can finally taste freedom,” Caitlyn said with a sigh, closing her eye. She shivered when her nipple got pinched, and let herself sway backwards for better access when Vi’s tongue started encircling the other one.
She flinched again when a moan threatened to escape her mouth and Vi’s other hand covered it. “Shush. You want people out there to find out you’re having fun on their dime?”
As much as Caitlyn wanted to let herself go unleashed, Vi was right about the walls and half-open windows not being able to hide much of their little escapade. They were supposed to mingle with people who could influence the future of their region, not lock lips in private.
Caitlyn just smirked into Vi’s hand and kissed it. At the occasional greedy lick, pull and bite on her breasts, Caitlyn couldn’t help but move her hips. She didn’t expect to run into any resistance when pushing herself forward the first time, yet bumped into something from between Vi’s legs.
Realizing what it was, she cheekily licked Vi’s palm, provoking a brief squirm in it. Vi let out a soft, vibrating hum onto her chest, but didn't look up to ensure everything was alright; she must have known her secret got discovered.
With another tentative push forward, Caitlyn found the perfect angle to make the most out of the friction. She rocked slowly back and forth with her shorts onto the discreet bulge in Vi’s pants, until she’d found a steady pace. Suddenly, she remembered that she needed to breathe, her exhales coming in hot and damp onto Vi’s hand.
Her wet breast felt chilly as Vi removed her mouth from it and whispered, “Will you keep quiet if I free your mouth?”
An affirmative nod granted her freedom, when the hand moved to the small of Caitlyn’s back. It kept her steady for grinding while Vi’s other hand still teased at her breast. Her inhales and exhales gradually spiked in speed as Vi kissed down her flushed neck, nipping at it playfully now and then.
Caitlyn knew she was close when her hips had gained a mind of their own, and she felt a pleasant sting in her core from Vi biting on her collarbone. She opened her eye and pulled at red locks with her slender fingers, until Vi gazed up at her so darkly she could kill a Yordle.
“I’m close,” Caitlyn whispered, pursing her lips forcibly when an obscene whimper threatened to get out.
Vi cradled her back with both hands and pulled her closer. “I got you, Cupcake,” she said gingerly right before joining their parted lips.
The fake kiss offered a safe way for Caitlyn to deliver a concert of sighs and moans when riding out the wave that had just hit her. She wrapped her arms around Vi weakly when there was no more to feel, waiting for her hips to stop moving. And when they finally did, she thanked Vi with a long kiss on top of her scarred lips.
They sat embracing in silence for a few minutes, only listening to whatever gossip people next to the door were discussing. Quite a few claims were groan-worthy, but Caitlyn couldn’t bring herself to comment on them, for once.
It wasn’t that Vi wouldn’t have understood all the political jargon. If anything, it was impressive how much she’d learned since her recovery. But this room was Caitlyn’s safe space for the moment, a place where she could forget all about her responsibilities. Annoyed from a comment about the increasing price of spices, she unpeeled herself from Vi’s embrace and bent down to search for something in the desk drawer.
When Caitlyn turned around with a tube in her hand, Vi was sitting with a flush spanning from the top of her head all the way to her collarbones, her fingers digging into the leather of the chair and her legs spread.
“What’s the matter, Violet?”
Vi gulped, looking intimidated by the knowing smirk on Caitlyn’s face. “Nothing, I-” She looked to the side, averting her gaze. “I just had a really good view from this angle.”
“My, you manage to tease me with that little extra something in your pants, and now you’re getting shy. Don’t tell me the aperitif comes without a meal.”
“Of course you’ll be served. You just have to order,” Vi said with a shy smirk of her own, peeking at Caitlyn with the corner of her eye.
Caitlyn bent down again, this time to grasp Vi’s chin with the empty hand and turn it around so steely grey would find neon blue staring back all famished. “Forgive my assumption, but I believe it’s time for the main course.”
Vi nodded, licking at her dry lips. She tried to mock Caitlyn’s accent, but was a bit too flustered to do a good job of it. “You are forgiven, as your assumption is correct.”
Without breaking eye contact, Caitlyn put the tube on the desk.
“How cute,” she murmured as her hand brushed down Vi’s sweaty torso, enjoying the way her lover’s nipples perked up from the slow touch leading downwards.
She then took her sweet, sweet time unbuckling the belt, until Vi’s hands joined hers to help out. When it was finally undone, Caitlyn moved her hand from Vi’s chin to rest on her thigh instead, and looked down at the thing poking out of the pants.
“Glad to see you’ve gone for the blue one, darling. How about you show me what you can do with it?” she asked as she started dragging Vi’s pants down, eventually leaving her wearing just the disheveled shirt and the harness holding the blue appendage.
It wouldn’t have been the first time either of them had used one. After all this time they’d been a couple though, they’d agreed to try it out together.
“Aren’t you cheeky, not bothering to wear any underwear today of all days…” Caitlyn trailed off, her voice raspy, tone deep. Her eyes looked from between Vi's legs to her silvery eyes and then back down, wriggling an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh, but it would have gotten in the way of making us both feel good,” Vi claimed all smug while looking down at the dildo, playfully flicking it a few times. “Ready for the main course, babe?”
Caitlyn snorted in the most inelegant way she could muster at her girlfriend’s humor. Was she ready for it? She looked at the blue toy between Vi’s legs, worrying her lower lip anxiously with her front teeth. She could swear the darn thing was sparkling as it swayed back and forth, but knew it was just the way the afternoon light was shining on it.
Her hands sprawled behind her onto the desk, as she imagined herself bent over it with Vi hovering over her. The room suddenly got hotter, and Caitlyn felt warmth pooling at her nether bits again. She thought about how Vi would press onto her from behind in a moment while still having the freedom to please her with both hands.
The reflection of Jinx's pink eyes flashed behind hers, as if she was about to be kidnapped and tied up in the shower again. Caitlyn's hands tensed up on the wood, and Vi stood up urgently to wrap her arms around her.
“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”
“Jinx…” Caitlyn whined, her hands automatically wrapping around Vi’s waist for comfort. She leaned her head on Vi’s shoulder, and closed her eye with a sigh of relief.
Vi stroked her dark hair soothingly. “She’s not here. And even if she were, you’re safe with me.”
She’d been having a hard time being intimate without eye contact ever since Jinx had kidnapped her. She’d needed Vi to never take her by surprise, no matter how satisfying it would have felt after the initial shock.
Of course, Vi had respected her boundaries every time. That, together with the silicone shaft currently poking at her middle, brought Caitlyn back to the present and melted her fear. Forever, she hoped.
Flashbacks of pernicious sisters be damned.
Caitlyn already missed Vi’s warmth as she leaned back onto the desk with her eye still closed. She let out a long exhale, trying to regain her composure as if she didn’t just remember one of her worst memories.
“Can we try something new?” she asked, opening her eye to see Vi standing there wordlessly, with an eyebrow quirked in question. “I’ve got an idea.”
Vi didn’t offer any resistance when she got pushed away lightly, but her curiosity still remained. “Go ahead.”
Caitlyn turned around with a wink, bending over the desk with her forearms on it. She looked back at Vi, whose shocked expression was somehow even funnier than a few minutes prior.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked with a sudden blush on her face, wiggling her butt shyly but invitingly. “Serve me.”
Vi’s eyes moved on from Caitlyn’s face to her bottom, gulping audibly at the tantalizing movements. She came closer, gave Caitlyn’s back a gentle swipe with one callused hand and then wrapped her fingers around the hem of the shorts when observing no signs of distress. “Sorry for the wait, love.”
The apology was met with another inviting wiggle, this time pressing warmly into Vi. They looked at each other for a second, trying to stifle their laughs at how enthusiastic they were. Caitlyn looked away, letting herself be served accordingly.
Her shorts got dragged down slowly, together with damp underwear. Vi traced her fingers on the muscular, freshly-shaved legs until she was back up. She grabbed the lube and spread it onto the blue toy, allowing the sloshing sound to fill the silence.
Vi tapped a soft buttcheek before carefully inserting the shaft between wet folds, provoking a pleasant gasp from the front. Slowly, she started rocking back and forth, holding Caitlyn’s waist for support as the toy moved in and out. The speed increased gradually as Caitlyn’s breath gained urgency.
“Vi, this feels -ah- so much better than I remember.”
Two of Vi’s fingers filled Caitlyn’s mouth when her breath hitched high enough to almost be heard from outside the room.
As she swirled her tongue around Vi’s fingers teasingly, Caitlyn brought a hand down to her own crotch to stimulate the already sensitive clit. The ragged breaths from behind were music to her ears; quiet enough to be heard only by the two of them, yet feral enough to help the tension building up inside of her.
Her teeth sunk into the strong fingers, not letting go until her entire body went limp from the sudden tiredness of her orgasm.
Vi’s motions slowed down, coming to a halt when Caitlyn rested her head on the desk with a blissful smile. She peppered the sweaty back with wet, languid kisses as her hands roamed soothingly on Caitlyn’s torso.
A soft whimper left Caitlyn when Vi pulled out, and she let herself be held from behind until she could move again.
“How did you find the dish?” whispered Vi into her ear, finally letting go when Caitlyn turned around.
“I’d like to ask how I may extend my compliments to the chef, as it was quite… delicious,” Caitlyn whispered back while leaning in for a kiss, her hands finding purchase in disheveled red locks. Soon enough, they were getting lost in between greedy kisses, ending up with Vi getting straddled on the chair once again.
When they stopped to catch their breaths, Vi murmured almost inaudibly, “Suck me off.”
“Hm, what was that?”
Vi looked to the side, suddenly shy. “I want you to suck me off… please.”
“Acting coy now, are we?” Caitlyn asked and patted around on the desk until the necktie’s shiny material made contact with her hand. It was quite amusing for her to hear such demanding words come out so bashfully.
She put part of the necktie into Vi’s mouth, tying the rest behind her head in a comfortable but dampening knot. “As much as I enjoy hearing it, I’m afraid that seductive voice of yours will need a break while I enjoy dessert.”
Caitlyn descended until she was face to face with vibrant blue. Enticing as her come looked on it, she didn’t feel like tasting herself then and there. She made a mental note to buy some flavored condoms in the future, to avoid getting bothered by the stench of come mixed with silicone.
The toy got removed from its place swiftly and got thrown in the direction of the office’s restroom. Caitlyn looked up when hearing a questioning hum from above. While her long fingers traced Vi’s happy trail lazily, she said, “For now, I’ve got a better idea.”
Her claim was met with an eyeroll and a muffled “Fiiiine” from Vi, but that didn’t stop her from pushing the harness upwards to fully expose the bushy, wet cunt.
“You get one moment of glory and get all hard from it, don’t you?” Caitlyn asked with her eye fixated on the hardened clit. All she could hear in reply was the mimicking of a frustrated moan, and tried not to laugh at the helpless position Vi had suddenly found herself in.
Caitlyn teased with her lips along a sweaty thigh up till the thatch of red hair and then back, feeling light squirms under her touch. She knew that was a subtle sign that she should start eating her dessert, but couldn’t help playing around with it first like one would with tiramisu on a plate.
The teasing turned into open-mouthed kisses, and Caitlyn didn’t even finish traversing both thighs before Vi redirected her face towards the needy core with an impatient hum.
She gave the dripping fluids a tentative taste, not regretting her earlier decision one bit. The salty aroma was intoxicating, reminiscent of late evenings spent together on the Pilt’s shore. Caitlyn inhaled it once more before delving with her tongue between the folds, working it until her head got jerked upwards.
The way Vi was looking at her indicated that Caitlyn should rush, help her get her sweet release. And how could that command be declined, when her silky blue hair was now being patted so affectionately?
Bowing down once more, Caitlyn sheepishly kissed the clit before wrapping her lips around it. She just teased with lazy tongue swirls, until she felt a desperate tug on her hair. One accidental bite into the little nub, and Vi’s thighs pressed onto her ears from the jolt it must have sent throughout that irresistible body.
In that moment, Caitlyn was thankful to have someone as doting and handsome and, if she were being honest, perfect, as Vi wrapped around her head. Entwining their free hands, she licked apologetically at the zone she’d just hurt. Her lover could take a good beating and come back up as if nothing had happened, but Caitlyn could somehow still hear muffled whimpers from above and with them, real pain.
It had turned quickly back from pain to pleasure. Vi’s wish to be sucked off, albeit differently, had become true as well. When she came, her grip on Caitlyn subsided, and her head bent over the backrest soundlessly. She sat like that until Caitlyn’s frame towered over her to get rid of the necktie.
“Gotta hand it to you, babe. You really know how to spin my words in a good way,” Vi muttered weakly, her voice hoarse.
Caitlyn planted a kiss onto Vi’s lips, holding it there for a few seconds. “I know,” she said with a rasp after letting go, looking all cocky while brushing salty fluids off her own face. “But I gather we should hurry back, we must have been out for a suspiciously long time.”
They put their clothes back on without speaking much, and grabbed the dildo on the way to the private restroom. Vi fixed both their makeup with haste after cleaning the toy, and Caitlyn knotted her necktie elegantly.
When Caitlyn’s hand reached for the doorknob, Vi’s hand settled on top of hers. “Go out first, Cait. I’ll follow you in a bit.”
“Hmm? And why is that?”
“They’re going to put two and two together, when they see us coming out at once. I don’t want them to think we don’t respect them.”
Caitlyn hummed, mirth visible in the way she smiled. “You’re so cute when you worry, Violet. They’re all probably too inebriated or engrossed in their conversations to notice anything strange.”
Vi retracted her hand, moving it to Caitlyn’s lower back instead. “Let’s go, then.”