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Condensation clings to the mirror before Caitlyn, fogging up the surface and blurring her reflection. The sight isn’t an uncommon one, and while this bathroom isn’t as grandiose as her own back home, she’s glad this mirror bares no traces of events from the past. And even then, whether it was marbled tile with gold trim or a tiny little bathroom in some dinky hotel in the lanes, none of that mattered so long as she and-
“Told you it was cramped,” Vi’s voice breaks Caitlyn out of her thoughts, and the taller woman sees her girlfriend reflected in the mirror leaning against the door frame freshly changed for bed herself. It wasn’t new, being able to call Vi her girlfriend, but here and again it still caught her off guard, being able to apply such a personal term to the woman.
It’s been a few months since the teary confession on Caitlyn’s part, and Vi had sat patiently with her the entire time. Since they had known each other, Vi's heart had always been on her sleeve, and realizing her feelings for Caitlyn was no different, but she knew how important it was to have this conversation. So as Caitlyn had mumbled and stuttered her way through it all, Vi was there for her.
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“You’re… you’re not saying anything,” Caitlyn had her head in her hand by now, thumb rubbing her temple as she peaked through her fingers at Vi, “Also, why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re cute, cupcake,” the smile Vi gives her is one of the softest she’s ever seen, “and I love you too.”
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“Earth to Caitlyn,” and once again Caitlyn is pulled back from her memories, the fog in her brain evaporating, much like the fog on the mirror behind her, at the sound of Vi’s voice and a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. The woman evidently closer, “You alright there, cupcake?”
Caitlyn turns to face her, leaning forward a bit to place her chin on Vi’s head, “I’m more than alright.”
They stay like this for a moment more, stood embraced in this tiny bathroom with a flickering light and water that doesn’t quite heat up right. They haven’t even considered what condition the other furniture here might be in.
“You should get changed,” Vi whispers, though her actions contradict her words as she makes no move to untangle herself from Caitlyn.
Caitlyn gives a soft chuckle in return, kissing Vi’s forehead before gently moving her out of the way so that she can walk into the bedroom. Upon reaching the edge of the bed, she drops her towel to reach for the laid out change of clothes. She stops in her tracks, though, when she hears a kind of garbled sound from behind her. Worried something might have happened to Vi in the short span of time - with the day they’ve had alone, it was a fair possibility - but she’s only met with a blushing girlfriend. A blushing girlfriend whose face gets that much redder when she realizes she’s been caught.
“Vi?”
A continued mess of stuttering is all Caitlyn gets in return, as the shorter woman tries to look anywhere except at her. It doesn’t make sense, though, nudity has never been anything other than comfortable for the two. With the amount of times they’ve had to patch each other up, how could it be. So what was different now?
“I just…” Vi sighs from across the small room, taking a few hesitant steps into the room, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately?” another few steps, "And this is the first bit of down time we’ve had in a while…” and before either of them know it they are mere inches away again.
Caitlyn is watching her, half amused and half putting the pieces together herself.
“You’ve been thinking?” Caitlyn’s voice is laced with an air of understanding and mischief, “Thinking about what exactly?”
She watches as Vi’s eyes widen ever so slightly at that, and she brings a hand up to caress her jaw running her thumb over the tattoo under her eye, smiling as she leans into the gesture.
“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about you… like this,” Vi says quietly, placing a hand on Caitlyn’s hip for emphasis, “About us like this… together…
“I’m a bit new at all this, though,” she continues with a humorless laugh, “prison doesn't offer many opportunities for intimacy, let alone solitary confinement.”
The sentence is left hanging in the air between the two. Caitlyn wonders if Vi will continue, but she only looks back up into her eyes. The look is just as uncertain as earlier, yet hidden beneath it all a certain determination makes itself known.
“Let me help you then,” Caitlyn finds herself saying, “if you want.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” and Caitlyn doesn’t wait for Vi to respond, leaning forward to kiss her softly, though not without intent. They kiss for long minutes. With no air of urgency rushing their actions, they savor the closeness, and at some point Vi feels herself being pushed down onto the bed.
The mattress groans when Caitlyn moves to settle over her, but neither pay it any mind; instead, the two find each other’s lips again if only to make up for the seconds they spent apart.
“Are you sure about this?” it’s mumbled against Vi’s lips, and Caitlyn pulls away to get a look at the woman underneath her as she responds.
Vi returns her gaze, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of dark hair out of Caitlyn's face, “I’m more than sure, cupcake.”
“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, okay?”
“I will, don’t worry.”
“Good.” A smile graces Caitlyn’s features once again and she leans down to kiss Vi with a renewed fervor.
Caitlyn’s hands begin to wander not long after that, eventually finding the hem of Vi’s sleep shirt. She doesn’t get much further, though, as Vi suddenly is pushing at her shoulders to sit up. Vi doesn’t stop there though, going as far as lifting Caitlyn entirely so she can set the taller woman on the bed and quickly rid herself of her own clothes.
Now, it’s Caitlyn’s turn to be rendered speechless. Of course seeing Vi in this state of undress was nothing new to her by now, whether it was needing something patched up or even just the comfortable casual closeness they had developed.
But this was different, this time she could afford to linger on the woman’s broad shoulders, the muscle bound by soft skin, the edges of tattoos on her neck and down her arms which Caitlyn knew expanded across her back beautifully. This was the first time their purpose was fueled by such desire.
Caitlyn had to force herself to breathe.
“I thought I’d even the playing field a bit.” Vi says. She has a small crooked smile on her face as she settles herself in Caitlyn’s lap, one that falters when she realizes she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
Noticing this, Caitlyn simply pulls her closer, “You’re allowed to touch me too, you know.” and she takes hold of Vi’s hands to place one on her waist and the other right over her heart. She feels Vi relax over her and begin dragging her fingertips gently across her skin. “Good girl.”
That, though, causes Vi to stop dead in her tracks, and - to both of their surprise - let out a small whimper.
“Oh, you like that?” Caitlyn asks, and Vi knows the smirk slowly forming across the woman’s face means she can’t deny it. Especially not when she’s sure Caitlyn can feel just how much the phrase truly affected her. And so in an attempt to regain some sort of handle on the situation, she pulls Caitlyn into a rough kiss, hoping she’s distracted enough to not notice Vi grinding down against her thigh.
She isn’t.
Caitlyn trails her lips across Vi’s jaw. Moving down to her neck to leave a few marks, only to continue across her collarbone to finally drag her tongue over one of her nipples.
“Cait..” Vi shudders over her, pulling herself closer in the process and grabbing at the back of Caitlyn’s head to keep her there. Caitlyn just smiles against her skin as she feels Vi attempt to gain friction once again.
All the while, Caitlyn’s hands have been busy. Going between mapping out Vi’s body and pulling the other woman’s hands to where she wants her to touch her now and again. That is, until the woman over her seems to get a bit too impatient, and Caitlyn is surprised when Vi redirects a hand Caitlyn had at her waist closer to where she really wanted her to touch. And really, who was Caitlyn to deny her such a thing.
She pulled back then, wanting to watch Vi’s face as she began to rub against her clit, and it wasn’t long before Vi was rocking her hips along with her.
“You’re doing so well for me, Vi.” Caitlyn said, kissing over every bit of skin she could reach, savoring each and every sweet sound Vi let out. It was then Caitlyn decided to test the waters a bit, only chuckling at the whine that rang out in the room as she moved her fingers away from Vi’s clit. A whine that turns into a bemused moan as she begins to gather some of the wetness from between Vi’s thighs.
Vi pulls Caitlyn into another kiss then, pushing her body closer as she does so, husking against her lips, “Do it.”
Caitlyn returns the kiss just as fierce as she pushes into Vi with one finger, smiling against her lips at the sound Vi lets out. She moves in and out of her slowly at first, setting an easy pace to let Vi get used to it, brushing her palm against her clit every chance gets and soon Vi is less kissing and more panting and moaning into her mouth.
As time goes on, Vi gets whinier as the pressure begins building at an exponential rate, her mouth falling open when Caitlyn suddenly thrusts a second finger into her. Her eyes shoot open momentarily, only to shut again just as fast as her hips pick up speed to match Caitlyn’s new pace.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registers Caitlyn’s voice, gentle as ever, whispering constant encouragement and reassurances. And really, even though she might not admit to it any time soon, that’s what it took to finally push Vi over the edge.
Vi comes with a surprised gasp that quickly morphs into a guttural moan. One that Caitlyn can feel resonating in her chest as she places kisses over her skin, thrusts slowing down as she helps her ride it out.
Caitlyn has her left hand buried in Vi’s hair, holding her close as she comes down, shuddering in Caitlyn’s lap when she removes her fingers from between her thighs.
Vi couldn’t even begin to describe how she felt. There were no words she could think of that would accurately testify to just how relaxed she felt in these following moments. Even as Caitlyn brought her soaked fingers to her mouth to lick them clean, all she could do was watch, tired but determined to not miss the sight.
“You did so well for me,” Caitlyn says, trailing kisses up from Vi’s chest to her jaw, chuckling when Vi throws her arms over her shoulders to pull her into a strong hug, “My good girl.”
Vi’s response is sleepy, post orgasm haze still in full effect as she nuzzles into Caitlyn, “You’re not so bad yourself there, cupcake.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes - Vi doesn’t see it, but she knows - before picking Vi up to tuck them both into bed. Clothes be damned.
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“You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.”
The two are facing one another, Caitlyn running her fingers over the expanse of Vi’s back, tracing the details of the woman’s tattoos, committing the entirety of Violet to memory.
“There’s a lot of things I’d like to teach you…” she says it without thinking, and her only cue into what she said was Vi quirking an eyebrow and a small; “Oh?”
A moment of silence passes, the two frozen staring at each other with mirrored confusion. Another moment and Caitlyn is finally coming to realize just what exactly she had said, and the woman turns red up to her ears.
Vi can’t hold in her laughter any longer then, and Caitlyn devolves into a stuttering mess before Vi grabs her face to kiss her, before, “I honestly think I’d like that, a lot.”