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Truthfully, Vi forgets about everyone downstairs. In their little corner of the universe, her only purpose is to take in all that is this woman next to her. So absorbed in the moment of Caitlyn and her just being together. Because wow. This is her girlfriend. Wow. It doesn’t really get better than that.
The easiest way to describe it would be like the rest of the world stops moving. It's something out of a movie, the most simple things are now the most important details. The steady rise and fall of Caitlyn’s chest, the way Vi can feel the woman’s heartbeat reverberate in her own ribs, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt.
And then Caitlyn shifts, pressing another kiss to the top of her head before adjusting back a little til they’re face to face. Long eyelashes slowly flutter, there's a crinkle in the corner of bright eyes brimming with affection, her lips curl to reveal that ridiculously endearing tooth gap. She’s everything.
God, Vi is so in love.
When she attempts to hold the woman even closer, which is seemingly impossible, a burst of voices echoes up through the house. That is when Vi briefly remembers all the other people who are waiting for them. The noise seems to stir the dwelling responsibility in Caitlyn, as the woman gently nudges her in acknowledgement of their commitments.
Vi lets out a reluctant groan at the thought of getting up, but the protest doesn’t stop her girlfriend. Letting out another exaggerated sigh, Vi shoots the woman the best pout she can muster. Caitlyn just rolls her eyes fondly and holds out an expectant hand.
Obviously, Vi stops complaining in order to take her hand and get up.
In that moment, as her girlfriend interlocks their fingers and guides them down the hall, she once again forgets about everyone waiting for them. Which is not her fault, because Caitlyn is the one to look back over her shoulder and shoot Vi another small, but tender smile. What the hell else is her brain supposed to focus on except that? It’s like no other thoughts besides Caitlyn are allowed to exist in her mind.
(For her own safety, she can not let that become a habit.)
So it startles her quite a lot, coming out of her tunnel vision focus, when they get downstairs and someone clears their throat from the side. When she looks over, there’s four pairs of inquisitive stares that bore into them.
There’s this instant turmoil in her mind. This is awkward. So awkward. There’s a burning question in Jayce’s eyes, a confusion in Mel’s, pure annoyance in Jinx’s. And embarrassingly, them coming down the stairs like this, holding hands, Vi following Caitlyn and staring like a lovesick puppy, probably answers none of them. It’s not exactly new to them.
She doesn’t know how to respond to all the silent questions. Part of Vi wants to hold Caitlyn’s hand tighter, to pull the woman closer, give them all the goofy smile that's threatening to spill all over her face and say something like ‘so this is my girlfriend.’ The other part can’t even imagine forming any witty, nonchalant jokes. Because her behavior (and truthfully this entire situation) has been the opposite of witty, nevermind nonchalant.
Beside her, Caitlyn stays just as quiet, yet is the pinnacle of confidence, daring out a question from anyone. Vi might laugh at the irony, seeing as the woman had just been hiding in her room, but it's way too cute of a look on her girlfriend.
Ever the hostess, Mel takes pity on the awkwardly standing pair by raising a welcoming glass from her spot on the couch. “Caitlyn, how wonderful that you could join us.”
Caitlyn gives her a slightly sheepish nod before they fall into another silence. It doesn’t linger on for too long as Jayce clears his throat. The man seems a little lost for words, “so…”
Jinx lets out what Vi would confidently describe as one of the most agonized groans she’s ever heard, cutting Jayce off. “Oh my fucking- are you dating or what?”
The words cause the grip on her hand to tighten, like Caitlyn is still in shock herself. The grin finally takes over Vi’s face, “yeah. We’re dating.”
Viktor is the first to speak as the atmosphere warms, smiling and letting out a genuine, “congratulations.”
Any nerves or tension she had about this moment, which were definitely unfounded, washes away as the rest of their friends speak up.
“Oh man, it’s about time,” Jayce hums over the rim of his drink as Jinx just rolls her eyes, sinking back into her armchair. (Although Vi can see the small grin her sister is trying to bite down.)
A perplexed look crosses Mel’s face as she scrutinizes their locked hands and slightly red faces. “You weren’t already together?” The woman questions with the slightest frown.
Vi manages to give the woman a confused shake of her head as Caitlyn drags them towards the empty loveseat.
She can vaguely hear Jinx cackle in the background, questioning Mel with something that sounded like, “you thought they had their shit together?” But it’s a jumble of noise behind her pulse beating in her ears. Vi has another slight panic about what to do with herself.
Do they act the way they always have? Should it be different now that they’re actually together?
But at this point, why does she still worry about these kinds of things? There’s no hesitation in her girlfriend’s movements. Taking a seat, Caitlyn grabs Vi’s arm, lazing it over her shoulder and weaving their fingers. Vi can’t help staring at her girlfriend with utter adoration, and the woman gives her a knowing smile back.
Leaning into her ear, Caitlyn quietly teases, “why are you so nervous? I’m gonna think you have a crush on me or something.”
Twisting slightly to meet her, their noses brush as Vi fights a laugh, shooting back, “you? No way.”
Despite the lighthearted scoff, her girlfriend smiles before leaning in to press a short but sweet kiss to her lips.
And god, oh god, Vi needs to get herself together before she turns into a pile of mush in front of all their friends. She forces down the rising affection that’s ready to spill out.
She tunes back in to hear Mel fervently insisting to the rest of their friends, “-I’m telling you guys. They were like newlyweds on their honeymoon, giggling and glowing in our kitchen.” A perfectly manicured nail is pointed in their direction accusingly, “see! Just like that.”
“Nope!” Her sister claps with fake glee through clenched teeth. “That was just one of the many stages towards their mess.”
Mel frowns, teeth worrying at her bottom lip, then holds up a finger. “Okay, wait. So when you guys were ‘working on projects’ together, which was obviously an excuse to sneak away, you weren’t going on dates?”
Caitlyn lets out this short choked noise, and Vi knows exactly what she’s feeling. Maybe their excuses weren’t perfect, but she didn’t think they were outright see through. Her flush prickles down her neck, and Vi doesn’t know how to answer.
There’s this loud cough as Jinx actually chokes on her drink, and then laughs so hard it’s silent. The girl is repeatedly slapping her knee like that was the greatest joke she’s ever heard. “Oh my god, you thought they were going out on dates? They went to go tongue each other in empty classrooms!”
Vi wants to sink into the couch and never be seen again.
Pursing her lips, Mel gives a curt nod. “As president, I'll pretend I didn't hear that.” She puts another finger up, “and when you two were defiling our kitchen you weren’t dating?”
Jayce pinches his brow like just hearing this is giving him a headache. Vi refuses to let anymore details about that day slip, quickly confirming, “no, nope.”
“Okay, and when you spent the whole bowling alley ‘not date’ flirting and Vi came home with you that night.” Mel pauses, seems to think something over, then adds, “and proceeded to continually stay another five or six nights… none of that was dating?”
Vi assumes that Mel takes her red face and Caitlyn’s uncharacteristic silence as another no and gives up trying to understand. The woman just hides her disbelieving smile behind her wine glass.
At this point, even Jinx looks embarrassed for them, shaking her head in disappointment. “That was the tame side of them. You should have seen Vi and Big Ben over there trying to have real conversations.”
Which is fair, but she can’t just let her little sister get away with calling her out like that. “C'mon Pow, you were the biggest supporter of our relationship,” Vi taunts the girl.
Jinx pulls a face, akin to a sneer, and shakes her head fervently. “I don't support your relationship. I was a supporter of whatever it took to get you two to stop bothering me with your tears and disgusting pining.” The girl slumps in her chair theatrically, letting out a large sigh, “god that was the worst. Since high school.”
Jayce raises his can in agreement, grimacing, “preach.” The pair share a look, endlessly pained, as if they had seen the likes of war.
They were not that bad. Vi flips the both of them off, “shut up, you love us.”
Caitlyn’s eyes flash with mischief, innocently clearing her throat. She holds up a hand to hide her mouth as she turns and loudly whispers to Vi. “You know your sister was texting me such kind things. Should I share our messages?”
That gets Jinx to straighten up in her chair, glaring. Playing along, Vi hums, pretending to whisper back, “you know, I think she’s taken a liking to you. We were talking, and she called you-“
“Say that, and see what happens!” The blue-haired girl swiftly interrupts, looking ready to leap out of her seat, a fire in her eyes. “I have six years of blackmail on you.”
That is a threat she fully believes. But before more back and forth between the sisters can break out, Viktor hesitantly cuts in. “I’m sorry, wait, not to be rude, but it’s been six years?”
There's a palpable pause. Then a second. Finally Jayce takes another sip of his drink and breaks into a chuckle, “oh yeah.”
He’s followed by Mel and Viktor’s disbelieving laughter and even a snickering from Jinx. “You’re idiots,” Mel manages out through her fit of giggles that she makes no attempts to stifle.
“Hold on thats- it’s not-” Vi tries to defend herself as her face gets hot again. That was really not a fact she needed all her friends knowing. She jabs a thumb at Caitlyn jokingly, “although if we had to blame someone, I would say it’s her f-”
Sharply, a hand pinches her arm and her girlfriend raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” A glimmer of challenge shines in Caitlyn’s eyes, daring her to finish that sentence.
“It’s my fault,” Vi corrects herself smoothly, nodding calmly. She will never not fear the wrath of this woman. Caitlyn smiles smugly, as if she can read Vi’s mind, satisfied. However, that answer doesn’t help to calm the laughter of her friends.
“Wow, and here I thought you were bad before, sis.”
Vi has a sinking feeling now that they’re officially together, she’s going to be ganged up on and lose a lot more arguments. Except she can't find it in her to even be bothered if that’s the price to pay for her girlfriend. Pretending to huff, she diverts the topic, “can we just eat dinner please?”
For a night that she came into expecting the worst, Vi had a surprisingly good time. And maybe a large portion of that was because of Caitlyn’s endearing glances and the way she tries to intertwine their fingers any chance she gets. But also the good atmosphere and time with her friends just talking and joking around. The things she had dreaded losing so much when, in reality, it was always here waiting for her.
She gets a little choked up watching everyone. Vi isn’t entirely sure when this became synonymous with family in her mind, but she couldn’t be happier about it.
It’s half-past eleven when Jinx finally heads out, usual disinterest traded for a small smile that even she can’t deny. She waves goodbye with a fond “night, losers,” and trudges out through the snow to Ekko’s waiting car.
Maybe an hour later, she and Caitlyn excuse themselves from the table, stumbling through the hall and up the stairs. Vi’s brain is floating, love drunk on good times and blue eyes.
They make it back to the woman’s room, and Vi shuts the door behind her. Like they have hundreds of times before, yet this time feels so different. How is it after so many years, she still gets nervous?
“Hey there,” is all she manages out with a stupid grin.
It earns the cutest giggle from Caitlyn who responds in turn, “hi.”
She just watches as her girlfriend takes a few steps closer. There’s nothing she wants to do more than kiss the woman, so she does. Gently cupping Caitlyn’s face, Vi closes the last bit of distance.
The kiss is soft, slow, driven by Vi’s overwhelming affection for this woman. Caitlyn holds steady, grabbing a fistful of her shirt, kissing back with the same level of emotion. Her girlfriend presses closer, body warm, with the faintest hint of something sweet on her lips.
Vi ends up melting like putty in her hands. A little less than a week without kissing Caitlyn Kiramman, and Vi is sure she can never go that long again in her life.
Maybe it is a real addiction, but fuck if she’d care.
Not when the woman’s grip slips and shifts to tenderly rest her hands on Vi’s waist.
Not when her girlfriend lets out this happy sigh against her lips that Vi doesn’t hesitate to swallow and let sink into her chest.
Not when Caitlyn kisses her the way Vi imagines the phrase ‘I love you’ to feel.
She’s willing to let the burn of her lungs completely consume her, when Caitlyn finally pulls back. Part of her desperately wants to chase, to kiss her more. Vi steals another quick kiss before resting her forehead against Caitlyn’s. She thinks she should say something meaningful or sappy, and usually she would have a million ready and waiting in her mind, but the kiss stole both the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her brain. “Merry Christmas,” is the best she can come up with at the moment.
“Merry Christmas, love,” Caitlyn smiles back at her, but there's a playful twinkle in her eye. The woman’s hands slide achingly slow up her sides until she has each end of Vi’s collar in her hands. With a light tug, her girlfriend smirks, “so what did you get me?”
For someone having such an attractive person pressed up against them, Vi is pleasantly surprised with her own snappy witticism. “I’m standing right here.”
Her girlfriend lets out this joyful laugh that makes Vi’s heart spin, “how humble of you.” Then the woman rakes her gaze down Vi’s body and those bright eyes start to look a lot darker. It strikes deep in her gut as Caitlyn trails two fingers down, dipping into the waistline of her pants and tugging till their hips are flush. Nails gently scratch at her hipbone and the following words are nothing short of coy, “do I get to unwrap my gift?”
The air between them seems to crackle, so swiftly on the cusp of loving and lustful.
Vi’s mouth dries up, like sand in her throat. So many things run through her mind, all wildly unhelpful to her focus. It’s hands and long fingers, mouths and teeth and tongue, words and whimpers; Vi thinks of how this is not a want, but a need. They’ve been doing this for far too long for her to only have had one chance to… ruin and be ruined.
Her chest starts to heat up, every nerve in her body lighting aflame. A phrase leaves Vi’s mouth without thought, far too boldly teasing, “have you been good?”
Caitlyn’s gaze flicks up from looking calculatingly at the buttons on her shirt to thinly veiled surprise as she locks eyes with Vi. Blue eyes dance with something amused. It’s dangerous. There’s this upward twitch of her girlfriend’s lips as she lowly murmurs. “I think you stole my line, darling.”
There are so many ways this could go, yet Vi is excited for each and every one of them. “What are you gonna do about it?”
The response she gets is being swiftly backed into the door as Caitlyn leans in to capture her lips. It’s messier, more demanding, their noses bump and Vi tilts her head, giving her girlfriend better access. A hot tongue is pushing into her mouth, claiming space that she's all too willing to give. Swiping at her teeth and sucking at her tongue. Vi tries to do the same.
Caitlyn seems to disagree, kissing her with this newfound assertiveness, pressing forward, forcing Vi’s back into the door a little more aggressively. She kisses the same way, leading, taking, licking at Vi’s bottom lip, and then roughly tugging.
Vi doesn’t know if that's a warning or a promise to come, but it’s so good that she hopes it’s both.
The action draws a small groan from Vi’s throat that seems to encourage her girlfriend's eagerness. Caitlyn blindly grabs at the hem of her own sweater, only parting their lips to pull the top over her head.
Vi can feel her face flush as she takes the moment apart to try and catch her breath, running a quick hand through her hair. She shoots the woman a half smile and Caitlyn lets out this throaty noise, descending on her again with an impatient hunger.
“This shirt is awful,” Her girlfriend complains between each kiss, more to herself, pulling at the fabric to untuck it. Vi furrows her brow, leaning back, a half-formed protest on her tongue. But even that is cut off by Caitlyn’s continued utterings, repeating the term with each undone button, “awful, awful, awful.”
She’s surprised her girlfriend doesn’t rip her shirt with the force that she shoves it off her shoulders. Caitlyn pushes until the fabric hits the floor and doesn’t hesitate to attach her lips to the newly bared skin. Between brushing lips and scrapes of teeth down the column of her throat, Caitlyn groans into her skin, “how am I supposed to think straight when you go around looking like that?”
That feels ironic coming from Caitlyn, of all people, but Vi holds back on the commentary. Instead, she puts her focus on the remaining clothes dividing their bodies. Because, god, if dominance isn’t an insanely hot look on her girlfriend but that and Caitlyn’s unconsciously rolling hips that are doing bad things to Vi’s self restraint not to drop to her knees right here and fuck her against this door.
Her hand is gliding along the dips of Caitlyn’s spine, smoothly unclasping her bra and urging it off in one motion. She could see her girlfriend like this a million times over and never stop thinking how gorgeous she is every time. Vi cups her breast, squeezing soft skin and skimming her thumbs over hardened nipples.
Fitting a thigh between Caitlyn’s, Vi drinks in the quiet gasp against her throat as the woman rocks her hips again. Vi uses a hand to grab her girlfriend’s ass, adding a little more pressure, guiding her hips to that perfect friction. Caitlyn lets out this strangled “Vi,” head dropping to her shoulder, breath getting faster, “you’re so- fuck, distracting.”
Another low sound from the woman’s throat has Vi indulging her, fingers rolling and teasing her nipple, rocking her own hips for more friction, all until her girlfriend is moaning these indescribably attractive noises into her ear, arching into her hands, nails digging into her skin. Goosebumps go running down her body, and Vi is sure she might lose her mind because of this woman. Every sound was another wave of heat straight to her core.
She wants more. To put her mouth on Caitlyn’s skin and suck, lick, mark, whatever it takes to draw out more noises. “Shit, Cait, I need you.” Vi doesn’t stop to care how painfully needy her voice sounds.
“Bed, now,” are the words practically growled at her.
It’s that tone. The one that’s electric up her spine. Because Vi knows the type of things Caitlyn will say in that tone, the words she’ll say to make her knees weak and her head spin.
As carefully as she can, Vi tries to lead her girlfriend backwards towards the bed as the woman is deftly undoing her slacks. Caitlyn’s knees hit the mattress, and she lowers herself down as Vi only stops to kick off her pants and finish stepping out of her underwear.
Following Caitlyn onto the bed, Vi straddles her hips, holding herself up with a hand on either side of the woman’s head.
Beneath her, hair fanned over the sheets like a dark halo, cheeks pink, lips bruised, pupils blown; She’s ethereal.
Vi kisses her once more, a clear determination in mind, starting to kiss her way down, intent on finishing what she had started when Caitlyn stops her.
“Violet.”
Her body freezes even before the fingers that tangle in her hair pull to tilt her head back. Her eyes meet Caitlyn’s and a shiver runs through her body.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” Caitlyn purrs, looking right through her with these dark, lidded eyes.
And like that, it's all out of her hands. Her whole body throbs with this desperate need. Vi can’t help the way her mouth drops open a little because Caitlyn was right. That is her line. It works too well, makes her want to comply. Want to… be good. Vi doesn’t trust her own voice, so she just nods.
With a pleased, almost cocky quirky of her lips, Caitlyn’s free hand makes its way down her body, admiring, deliberately slow, groping at her breast, nails scratching down her abdomen, all until she finally reaches where Vi needs most. She brushes a finger through her slick heat and Vi lets out a small, shaky noise.
“You’re so wet for me,” Her girlfriend preens. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Of course she does. But Caitlyn has an unwavering stare, sincere but so massively teasing, that Vi feels at a slight loss. She’s not sure what changed between now and the last time for this overwhelming confidence. She’s a little in awe. It’s equally terrifying and attractive.
Her consideration must go on for longer than she thought because Caitlyn gets impatient at her silence. Her hair is tugged until Vi follows its guidance up, meeting the woman face to face, lips barely an inch apart. “Well?” Caitlyn leans in a little closer, practically speaking the words against Vi’s lips, “for me to fuck you and tell you how you’re mine?”
It’s pure heat in her gut, Vi is nothing but want and yearning. Her response is so quiet she’s not even sure if she really said it, yet she knows Caitlyn clearly hears her desperation. “Yes.”
“Yes?” Her girlfriend asks, slowly, drawing out the word.
Vi knows she’s looking for a more complete answer, and it makes her ears burn. She swallows down the way the question stirs that seemingly endless pit in her gut. “Fucking- yes please, Cait, yes.”
Caitlyn brushes her thumb over her clit, the other two fingers stroking again, like a damn reward, and Vi’s hips helplessly jerk, chasing the sensation. “See how good you are?”
The words fill the room, seem to raise the temperature, yet they come to a standstill. Nothing but that infuriating smugness and ever fleeting tease. Like she’s waiting. Vi can’t stand it anymore and she breaks first.
Planting her hips firmer on top of Caitlyn’s, Vi stumbles over her overeager words, preparing to shift her weight, “do you want me to- should I sit up or what’s better for you-”
The grip on her hair releases and moves to hold her cheek. Caitlyn is soft, but steady, “don’t move.” Again, Vi’s whole body tenses up, even more so at her girlfriend’s next statement. “I want you just like this, dear.”
Her hips rut at the words alone until they sink in. Surely Caitlyn doesn’t want her bent over, holding herself up like this? She tries to clarify, “but I’d-”
“I know,” without hesitation Caitlyn answers her question. She licks her lips and stares Vi dead in the eyes, “but I want to see your face when I fuck you. See how pretty you blush when I tell you things.”
She was wrong. Caitlyn doesn’t intend to ruin her, but to simply break her.
And Vi is all but ready to let her because the woman’s fingers are constantly circling her clit at this excruciatingly lazy pace and it's slowly becoming her only focus because she needs more. “C-Cait, I don’t know if I can-”
A gentle touch traces up her forearm, resting on her bicep, and the woman bites her lip, cooing, “I thought you were so big and strong? I know you can, baby.”
It’s the names, always the damn endearments that put her right on the edge and god dammit, she can’t wait any longer. Vi just nods and rapidly presses her hips down onto Caitlyn’s fingers and fuck.
Vi tries to ground herself before moving again because holy shit she almost forgot how fucking long and perfect and right and– her brain is fucking rambling because Caitlyn feels so good.
Fingers digging into the sheets, Vi can feel the muscles in her arms strain as she starts to move her hips, slightly awkward positioning throwing her off guard. Her girlfriend hums, “just like that, my love.”
It is amazing, but it's at a torturously slow pace, trying to keep a rhythm, and Vi can feel herself getting more frustrated with each passing minute, hips canting, needing more as her gut burns unforgivingly.
And it wouldn't be Caitlyn if the woman didn’t clock it. “I know you can do better,” her girlfriend clicks her tongue teasingly, “need some help?” As soon as Vi nods, Caitlyn is nudging her legs wider and readily grabbing at her waist, thumb tracing along the jut of her hipbone, guiding her hips. It’s rougher, fast and unrelenting, and everything Vi wants. She moans, trying to rock in time with Caitlyn’s fingers.
“Good girl,” the woman tells her breathlessly, “just look at you.”
Caitlyn’s stare is piercing. Her cheeks flush with the same heat plaguing her entire body and Vi ducks her head down, squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to let the words melt her brain, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body instead. Vi’s hips work faster as Caitlyn’s fingers do. God, is her girlfriend wildly, naturally talented with her hands. She pumps in time with flicking her thumb at Vi’s clit, curling into her walls, teasing like she knows Vi’s body better than she does.
It might be true.
“Don’t hide your face, head up, darling.”
Her mind feels blurry, entirely focused on the goal her working hips are aiming for. Yet her whole body is screaming at her to listen to Caitlyn. Ragged pants leaving her parted lips, Vi manages to raise her chin, just barely cracking open an eye to hazily look at her girlfriend.
Of course Caitlyn, stupid, demanding, fucking Caitlyn, smiles that utterly sincere smile, with eyes so intently watching, memorizing every line and flush and bead of sweat on Vi’s face. She drags Vi’s hips down, punctuates her words with a harder pump and curl of her fingers, the kind that makes Vi think maybe she’d see stars, “there’s my pretty girl.”
Her whole body shudders and Vi arches into the feeling because she’s so fucking close and needs this more than she’s ever needed anything. She can feel it everywhere in her body, the sweat down her back, the tightness in her abdomen, but there's a pointed burn in her biceps. It’s sure to be sore tomorrow, but it hurts so good right now.
Vi has to keep her grip as tight as possible because her arms are trembling beneath her. She’s lost the rhythm at this point, hips rocking jerkily on Caitlyn’s fingers, teetering right on the edge, begging for the tipping point. “Cait, please, I’m so fucking- please, please.”
There’s a content hum as Vi can feel the stretch of a third finger filling her and then Caitlyn bucks her own hips up with a groan, pushing impossibly deep, thumb pressing down hard on her clit and she’s–
Vi’s body shakes as she comes, every muscle in her body straining as she then falls apart, a fog of euphoria overwhelming her mind. A low whine spills from her throat as Caitlyn’s fingers slow but never stop, Vi’s hips still rocking mindlessly as she rides out the bliss.
Except just as her orgasm is dying out, hips slowing to a stop, Caitlyn lets out a quiet breath of a sentence that Vi thinks is meant to be an internal thought, “think how pretty you’d be, all messy like this, riding my strap.”
“Fuck—“
Her hips jerk in reaction to the words and it's peaking again; The next thing Vi knows she's coming again. Her left arm buckles and Vi manages to catch herself on her elbow, before dropping her head onto the sheets. She lets out a shuddering groan into the dark linen, trying to calm the lightheaded feeling as the orgasm washes over her body for a second time.
There’s a delighted giggle from her girlfriend, who carefully slips her fingers out, “guess you like that idea too.”
Finally, Vi starts to catch her breath, pushing herself up onto one wobbly elbow and raising her head just the slightest. As soon as she does, two sticky fingers are tapping at her bottom lip. And she knows what she’s being asked but still waits for the words.
“Open.”
She can feel a ringing in her ears.
“Suck.”
Vi takes them into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the base of Caitlyn’s fingers. She locks her gaze with blue eyes and sucks, tongue swirling and lapping. Her girlfriend makes a small, throaty noise as she watches. Once her fingers are clean, Vi releases them with an audible pop.
The moment her mouth is free, her girlfriend is tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her down for a kiss. It’s searing, messy with need, and Caitlyn moans when Vi’s tongue is in her mouth. Maybe it's the mix of her own taste with the lingering sweetness on Caitlyn’s lips that gets her head spinning again. Her lungs burn in exhaustion and she forces herself to pull away.
Still trying to come down, Vi rests her head in the crook of Caitlyn’s neck. Her girlfriend rubs a hand up and down her back, murmuring encouragements like ‘good job’ and ‘you did so well’ in her ear.
Once Vi’s head is clear enough to speak, she mouths into Caitlyn’s skin, “where the hell did that come from?”
“I- I don’t know.” She can feel Caitlyn’s skin flush warm under her forehead. “Sorry, was that too much?”
It’s her turn to blush, face hot as she mumbles, “no that was- you’re- no, jesus, no it was good.”
“Huh, I’ll keep that in mind.” While Vi can’t see the look on Caitlyn’s face, she can hear the arrogance in the woman’s voice.
With a huff of effort, Vi pushes off her girlfriend, rolling into the space next to her. “You’re the worst.”
Caitlyn smacks her shoulder lightly, “funny thing for someone who just came twice to say.”
She groans, extending her arms up to give them a flex, arching her back off the bed a little as she stretches out. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to feel my arms tomorrow.”
“What can I say? I’m a good workout partner.” Caitlyn turns onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. Her eyes shamelessly roam over Vi’s body as she stretches. “Plus, it was well worth the view.”
“Maybe too good.” Vi jokes, shooting a glance Caitlyn’s way, “don’t think I can lift my arms long enough to fuck you.”
Gasping playfully, Caitlyn pushes up from her spot, smoothly moving to straddle Vi and plays along, “my lover is so cruel.”
Vi is wondering how fuck Caitlyn still somehow has pants on and what’s the fastest way to get them off. She nods teasingly, “extremely.”
“Well, my love, why don’t you put that mouth to better use then?”
She raises an eyebrow at the statement, grinning lecherously up at her girlfriend. “Yeah?”
Unexpectedly, Caitlyn freezes up, turning a shade of red that Vi hadn’t seen in months. The woman’s eyes flick away from her, “oh, I meant…” She trails off awkwardly. Vi watches in amusement as her confident girlfriend is now stumbling over her words, “not that I wouldn't- because certainly- I mean that if you wanted to.” Huffing, Caitlyn stops herself and glares at a smiling Vi, “feel free to help out any time.”
She tries to bite her lip to hide the grin, but it’s no use. She chuckles and rests a reassuring hand on Caitlyn’s thigh. “Sorry, that was so cute. You’re so good at this shit I forgot you’re a newbie.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up and sit on my face.”
Caitlyn goes pink, mumbling something to herself that sounds like ‘crude’, which has Vi trying to smother her laughter as the woman hastily kicks off her pants anyway.
Shuffling up, Caitlyn is carefully placing a knee on each side of her head, avoiding any of Vi’s hair, hovering at a safe distance. (And honestly, this woman is so fucking cute and thoughtful about the smallest things, it makes her heart flip.)
Ignoring the sore tingle in her arms, Vi reaches up to wrap her arms around her girlfriend’s thighs, pulling her a little closer. And fuck, she wants to taste her so badly. She can see how wet the woman is, can feel how her skin burns under Vi’s touch, the heat her body is giving off.
Nails drag over her scalp before taking hold of her hair, and Vi glances back up to Caitlyn’s face to see a hint of worry. “I feel like I’m going to hurt you”
“Well, that wouldn’t be the worst way to go,” Vi jokes to try and ease her nerves. When she gets a dull look in return, Vi places a few soft kisses along the inside of her girlfriend’s thigh. “You won't, I promise. Just relax, I’m really good at this.”
“I swear to- oh, god, fuck,” Caitlyn moans into the palm of her hand, muffling herself as Vi drags her hips the rest of the way down, flat tongue gliding in one long slow movement.
As tempted as she is to make some kind of comment, the noise Caitlyn made just then cut right through her, churning something in the pit of her stomach. Instead, she reaches one hand up to pull at the woman’s elbow and bites at her thigh in warning not to quiet herself. She takes Caitlyn’s groan and hand on the wall as one of understanding.
Nipping one last time for good measure, Vi turns her attention back to the dripping heat, pushing her tongue to lap at the wetness, teasing out the prettiest noises from Caitlyn’s throat. She works her up, slow and excruciating, with lingering swipes and delicate circles of her tongue. Caitlyn’s hips rut forward needily.
“God, baby,” her girlfriend yanks at her hair as she grinds against Vi’s mouth, seeking further relief. Finding Caitlyn’s eyes, she pushes her tongue inside, flexing it, earning a drawn out whine. “That, just like that, please.”
She’s mesmerizing. Vi can’t look away, transfixed with how ridiculously good Caitlyn looks from this angle. The way her head tips back, hair falling over her shoulders, how her throat bobs, the heave and bounce of her breast with every roll of her hips as she rides Vi’s tongue.
Indulging to the fullest, she stares reverently up at her girlfriend, who whines when their eyes meet, and Vi adjusts her chin, mouth opening wider to push her tongue deeper with continuous thrusts.
Caitlyn’s thighs tremble, squeezing around her head as she rocks senselessly. When her hips jump, Vi has to grip harder, fingers digging into her skin and holding her still. Her girlfriend’s voice pitches, breathless and shaky, rambling praises, “fuck, Violet, you’re so good- I’m- fuck, I love you so much.”
The words ring in her ears and it’s like something in her snaps.
She gives her girlfriend everything she needs, adjusting to brush by her clit a few times before quickly adding more attention. Her tongue swirls in deliberate motions, alternating speeds between under and overstimulating. Finally she settles on more direct pressure, wrapping her lips around the bundle of nerves and lightly sucking in time with her flicking tongue.
Back arching, Caitlyn’s movements stutter with one last roll as the orgasm hits her, coming because of Vi’s mouth in a beautiful mess of curses and pleads.
Vi keeps working her jaw, drawing it out as long as possible, and when Caitlyn starts to twitch in her arms, Vi starts from the beginning again with more slow torturous swipes and circling of her tongue.
“Wait, darling, fuck,” Caitlyn’s hips try to jerk back, but the grip Vi has on her is too tight. Regardless, she pulls her tongue away and waits for a signal from Caitlyn. The woman smiles softly at her, thumb rubbing at Vi’s temple. “I finished, love.”
She knows. But there's this low burning within her. Vi’s brain is filled with the all-consuming thought of again, again, again. Nothing more than an unforgiving carnal instinct to see Caitlyn come undone, to devour. And maybe she should say something honest like ‘I need you’ or witty like ‘two is only fair’, but she can’t. Instead, Vi noses into Caitlyn’s thigh, kissing the forming bruises, and looks up at her through half-lidded eyes, voice raw and gravelly, “more.”
Caitlyn lets out this tiny whimper, fingers tightening in her hair, and Vi feels the woman’s thighs tremble as they squeeze around her head again.
Kissing her way slowly up her girlfriend's inner thigh, she pauses at the apex.
Spreading her knees wider, Caitlyn nods, urging Vi’s head with her hand, whining a desperate, “please.”
Wasting no time, Vi is tightening her hold on Caitlyn’s legs again, tugging her back down to return to more direct stimulation, continuing where she left off. She flexes her tongue and licks, sucks her clit hard until Caitlyn’s hips won’t stay still, builds it at an unrelenting speed.
The second comes much faster than the first, with rocking hips and a tongue matching the needs. Caitlyn’s elbow thumps against the wall when she comes, falling forward, hiding her face in the crook of her arm, praising Vi’s name. “Fuck, Vi, yes.”
But she’s not satisfied. It was too quick. Vi wants to make Caitlyn’s brain melt the same way hers does. Leave her girlfriend euphoric till the only thing she can remember is how to breathe, even less, just Vi’s name.
“Shit, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk if you do that again, love,” Caitlyn jokes weakly through her deep breaths of air. When she pushes herself back upright and catches Vi’s eyes, the woman shivers, throat bobbing as she swallows, “fuck-”
Vi takes her time on the third. Back to slow and steady brushes of her tongue, there but not enough to bring another quick peak. Caitlyn’s whole body shakes and she releases the hold she had on pink hair to steady herself with another hand on the wall.
A jumble of swears and addicting noises are tumbling from Caitlyn’s mouth. When she starts to pump her tongue into Caitlyn, Vi has to bring a hand to her waist, steadying her upright because her stomach quivers with each thrust.
Her girlfriend grabs at the headboard instead, pushing against it, back canted so she can more steadily grind into Vi’s mouth. “Shit-”
She knows the woman is riding out the steady pleasure, bordering close, but Vi doesn’t let her get there. Vi hums into her, letting out a groan at the way Caitlyn’s legs try to close around her head.
Vi keeps them in place, spreading her legs a little wider instead, never letting her tongue stop working. Caitlyn whines again, pupils blow as she glances down at Vi with glazed blue eyes, lips parted, gasping. And she comes to realize she could probably do this a million more times and never tire of the novelty, although Caitlyn might disagree.
“Darling, god, darling, I can’t- please-” Caitlyn whimpers as she pants ragged breaths, unable to fully form thoughts, a quivering mess above her. Vi rubs a soothing circle just below the skin of her ribs and cures her need.
She licks, hard and fast, already focusing on spots she’s noting as Caitlyn’s favorites, applies the right pressure and lets her girlfriend’s hips rock the way they desire. Vi sucks hard, adding the faintest scrape of teeth, and her girlfriend’s head is dropping into her arms, letting out a broken moan, “fuck, fuck.”
Caitlyn’s body stiffens and then breaks apart, hips still working, chasing the blissful high. Vi leads her along gently with her mouth, the longest one yet, until the telltale twitch of her knee that means she’s oversensitive and Vi pulls back. She waits, wiping a hand at her mouth, and watches as Caitlyn tries to catch her breath, using a thumb to rub circles into her leg, grounding.
It’s quiet, aside from deep inhales and exhales. Vi admires her as she waits. Wisps of hair stick to her face and neck, her body is covered in sweat, chest heaving, stomach still convulsing every few breaths, and a few dark blotches paint her pale thighs. Simply, she’s the prettiest person Vi has ever seen. Once her girlfriend’s breathing evens out, Vi quietly calls her name, “Cait?”
It takes a moment for Caitlyn to raise her head back up. She looks down at Vi and blinks a few times before her body relaxes, letting out tender, “Violet.” Caitlyn keeps staring at her for another few seconds, mouth opening and closing a few times. Vi just keeps placing reassuring pecks to her thigh, leaning up to kiss the red skin around her hips as the woman watches. Blue eyes seem to come back into focus and her girlfriend gets out a few words, “I think I just…” Her girlfriend pauses, then lets out a surprisingly lucid laugh, shoulders shaking, and she combs her hand through pink hair. “Wow, holy fuck, I think my mind just went blank for a minute.”
There’s a million things she wants to say that are all scrambled in her brain, but that’s not what they need right now. She just needs to hold her, to wrap her arms around Caitlyn and not let go until Vi’s head comes back down to reality. Helping Caitlyn swing her leg off top of her, Vi shifts them until she can pull the covers over their bodies.
She gently cups Caitlyn’s face and places a short, chaste kiss to her lips, earning a sleepy but affectionate smile back. Tossing an arm over the woman’s waist, Vi pulls her girlfriend into her chest. Overwhelmed with a sudden emotion, she whispers an almost inaudible, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” are the last words Caitlyn whispers back, nuzzling into her chest as her eyes weigh closed. Letting out a long, tranquil sigh, Vi lets herself be whisked away by the calling tiredness.
Vi wakes up to the feeling of a gentle brushing on her cheek. She slowly opens her eyes, blinking away the bleariness, and adjusting to the bright morning light poking through the blinds.
In front of her is Caitlyn, still as messy and beautiful as the night before, staring lovingly at her. The woman gives her an apologetic smile, starting to pull her hand away, “sorry.”
Vi quickly stops her, placing her own hand on top of Caitlyn’s, urging it to stay in its spot. “Don’t be.”
Caitlyn’s smile turns more adoring, corners of her eyes crinkling, voice still quiet and thick with sleep, “how are you feeling?”
She testingly shifts her body, muscles pulling taut, with a slight ache, there’s a feeling in her arms reminiscent of a post workout burn. Besides that, her body is pleasantly sore, a gentle energy buzzing under her skin, and she grins at her girlfriend. “Good, I’m really good. You alright?”
Slightly guilty, Vi shifts her hand on Caitlyn’s waist, lazily tracing shapes over the place where her grip had left red marks splayed along her girlfriend's hips. She hadn’t meant to hold that tightly.
“Like I said, I may walk with a limp,” Caitlyn snorts, fixing her with a playful glare. But a dopey smile overtakes it as the woman reassures her. “But I’m more than alright. I must admit you are ‘really good’ at that.”
“Was just returning the favor. Are we even, or did you want to do four?”
“You’re insatiable,” her girlfriend chides with a laugh, thumping her thumb against Vi’s jaw.
Her face gets warm as she remembers the way her brain had been hazy, working on instinct and hunger alone. Going from wanting to please Caitlyn to wanting to completely undo her. Vi bites her lip, sheepish, “sorry, I think I really enjoyed hearing that you love me.”
“You…” Caitlyn stares at her with these wide sparkling eyes as her mouth parts, twitching upwards. “Oh my god, stop, you're so cute.”
Vi huffs, face getting redder, spitting out the words as if they’re a comeback, “you're cuter.”
“You’re an idiot,” the woman shakes her head, saying the words fondly, grinning so wide Vi thinks her cheeks must hurt, tooth gap on full display. “God, I love you so much”
That will never get old. Ever.
“I love you too,” Vi mumbles before leaning in to steal a kiss. Caitlyn holds her face close, sinking into it. The need is different, a mellower kind, the desire to kiss her for the sake of losing herself in the intimacy of her girlfriend. Romance has really made her a fool.
Caitlyn pulls away and Vi lets out a groan, chasing, but a hand on her shoulder stops her. “Settle down,” her girlfriend teases. “I want some coffee. Are you hungry? Do you need anything?”
“Just water,” she sighs, rolling on to her stomach to stretch out some more, crossing her arms under her head. She hides her grin in the pillow, voice slightly incoherent, “are you able to walk downstairs?”
After a flick to her back, she can feel Caitlyn shifting next to her, moving towards the edge of the bed. Her girlfriend scoffs, “yes, I’m still very much able to-“
Her words cut off and after a beat of silence, Vi glances up in concern, watching Caitlyn bent over, resting a palm on the bed. “You good?”
“Fuck.” Caitlyn clears her throat, pushing herself upright, trying to casually explain, “I think my knees almost gave out.”
Vi can’t help the bursting laughter that comes out of her, trying to muffle it with the pillow, but to no avail. She can hear Caitlyn shuffle around the room, loudly huffing, “asshole.”
She’s still laughing to herself even after her girlfriend has gone downstairs. It’s not even at Caitlyn anymore, she’s just so fucking happy. This elation in her chest because this is so real. Vi buried her head in the pillow.
They’re really doing this. Dating. When Vi has been in love with her since highschool.
And now this means that Vi can do all the things she wasn’t able to before. Say all the stupidly sappy things in her head, take Caitlyn out on dates, tell people that’s her girlfriend.
Fuck. She’s a mess. She’s also so tired she could die.
Vi doesn’t even hear Caitlyn come back upstairs until knuckles tap on her elbow and something smooth brushes against her hand. She’s slightly startled, but Vi gets the memo, fingers curling around the object. Paper. Caitlyn chuckles, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, “so when I got downstairs, there was a note on the fridge.”
Forcing her eyes open, she scans the post-it.
To whomever wakes up first,
We decided to call it a night and head back to Jayce’s after you two went upstairs. For our own sakes.
Enjoy the honeymoon
~ Mel
P.S. No sex in the kitchen, nor the communal spaces, please. I value a clean house.
She laughs again, disbelieving, but also entirely understanding. Vi tries to roll her eyes and joke, “who do they think we are? Uncontrollably horny teenagers or-“
The words die on her tongue as she lifts her head to look at Caitlyn and takes in her appearance.
Her girlfriend is wearing Vi’s dress shirt from last night. It’s dark against her pale skin, too wide on her frame, slipping off her shoulder, it hangs on her thighs, marks from the previous night still apparent. She tries not to focus on the way Caitlyn’s nipples show through the fabric or how only two buttons are done, making it so easy to take off.
Vi swears the room gets ten times hotter and her throat closes up. She can only stupidly manage to state the obvious. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
Caitlyn looks down at herself, feigning a nonchalant surprise, “I guess I am.”
Maybe she isn’t that tired. She gulps, trying to swallow down the urge to tug Caitlyn back into bed. Appraising her once more, Vi glances up at her girlfriend. “That looks terrible on you, you should take it off.”
“Is that so?” Caitlyn takes an unbothered sip of her coffee, humming.
The more Vi looks, the more her brain imagines and imagines until her body is heating up with need. Vi takes a fistful of the fabric in her hand, uncaring about the damage she may do it. Slightly breathless, she shakes her head, “no, wait, no, keep it on.”
A smirk pulls at Caitlyn’s lips as she raises a questioning eyebrow and places the mug onto her night stand. Her voice is low and intrigued, “oh yeah?”
“Definitely,” she leers and Caitlyn lets out a small, surprised yelp when Vi tugs on the shirt, pulling the woman back into bed and flipping them over.
As her girlfriend arches under her, Vi starts to think maybe she was hungry after all. Running her hands up the back of Caitlyn’s thighs, lifting the woman flush into her, Vi breathes out a promise, “I’ll make sure your knees give out the next time you try to stand.”
Surging forward, Caitlyn kisses her like last night was just the appetizer to the main course.
A few hours later, around noon, they’re still lazing in bed, cuddling, bouncing back and forth between comfortable silence and occasional chatting.
That’s when something hits Vi. She looks at Caitlyn, blinks, and asks with a tilt of her head, “can you be totally honest with me?”
Caitlyn sighs against her stomach, brushing her fingers along one of Vi’s ribs, voice soft and sincere. “Of course, love. I’ll always tell you the truth.”
“There’s no way I’m your first with a girl, right?” Vi asks lightly, albeit a nervous energy fluttering in her chest.
Furrowing her brow, Caitlyn props herself up on an elbow to lock eyes with Vi, frowning. “Of course you are.”
She suspected as much because Caitlyn would never lie to her like that. She brushes her thumb tenderly over her girlfriend’s cheekbone, apologetic, “yeah, sorry that was a dumb thing to ask, I figured as much.”
Her girlfriend thankfully doesn’t seem upset by the question, just confused. The woman places a few scattered kisses on her ribs. “What’s up, darling?”
Vi hums, letting the feeling relax her, tucking her hands behind her head. “I was just thinking that you didn’t really need the whole ‘lessons’ thing at all. You kinda seemed like you knew.”
“Well,” Caitlyn pauses, a hint of pink starting to form on her cheeks, “I did kind of need lessons.”
“Do tell.”
Pursing her lips, Caitlyn considers for a moment before pushing herself up and straddling Vi’s hips, aiming an accusing finger at her. “You have to promise not to laugh.”
She traces an imaginary X over her chest, “cross my heart.”
Leaning down, Caitlyn’s lips find her neck, kissing from the spot behind her ear to her shoulder. “You remember the first time we did anything?”
It takes Vi a second, hand falling to the back of Caitlyn’s head, a bit distracted by the tongue dragging across her throat, confirming slightly breathless, “back in my dorm? After we made up?”
“Yes. Had we not been cut short and,” Caitlyn nips at her pulse point and Vi lets her eyes fall closed, sighing. Her girlfriend continues, “done it then, I surely would have needed more guidance.”
“Okay?” Vi thinks she understands it so far, but doesn’t get where this is going.
“Then when I realized, ‘oh she’d actually have sex with me’ I suggest the whole friends with benefits thing because… obviously.”
“Obviously,” she repeats teasingly.
“And I will admit, I had slightly more, uh, bravado than I actually felt and talked quite a big game.” Caitlyn’s nose trails along her jaw and then is followed by her lips and teeth.
She surely remembers Caitlyn’s extremely attractive attitude. How could she forget? “You did.”
“So I sort of,” she presses a peck to Vi’s lips, “researched.”
Vi pulls her girlfriend back to her mouth, getting lost in the feel of her. She almost forgets to ask, “researched?”
Caitlyn kisses and kisses her, a lightheadedness creeping into Vi’s brain, before barely mumbling against her lips, “I googled it.”
“Holy shit.” Vi pauses, pressing her palm to Caitlyn’s shoulder in shock, trying to process those three simple words. She can’t help that when she lets out a small, surprised laugh, it ends up bubbling until she’s laughing so hard it hurts her stomach.
“Stop!” Caitlyn groans, cheeks fully red as she covers her face with her hands. Vi feels a knee bump into her ribs as the woman complains. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t- holy shit.” Vi thinks there are tears in her eyes. She throws an arm over her face, trying not to look at her mortified girlfriend. But her imagination has a mind of its own conjuring images of her usually calm, confident, and poised girlfriend being the opposite.
“Cait, oh my god, I’m imaging you looking up ‘how to have lesbian sex’ and I can’t breathe, fuck.” Her ribs ache at how hard she’s just laughed,
The palm of Caitlyn’s hand thumps, annoyingly embarrassed, into her sternum. Her girlfriend hisses the words, “choke on it.”
Vi has to take deep breaths, calming herself down and wiping the tears from her eyes. She grins up at her girlfriend, “come on babe, don’t be like that.”
“Fuck you, I was nervous!” Caitlyn jabs a finger to Vi’s chest, trying to explain her growing frustration, accent getting thicker. “I didn’t want to be, like, rubbish at it the first time we had sex.”
She swears she’s never laughed this hard in her life. Caitlyn gives her the single most venomous look and moves to get off her, but Vi wraps her arms around her girlfriend, forcing her into a hug, apologizing through her laughter. “No, no, babe, I’m sorry you said ‘rubbish’ like that and, fuck, oh man.”
Caitlyn bumps her forehead into Vi’s. “I seriously hate you. I cannot believe six years later you’re still making fun of my accent.”
Pressing a series of kisses to her girlfriend’s red cheeks, Vi grins. “It’s just so cute when you use British terms.. I'm sorry.”
“I don’t do that anymore because you made fun of me all throughout sophomore and junior year.”
“But you do.” Vi corrects her. “Whenever you get mad and shit, you get very posh and British. It’s ridiculously cute.”
Caitlyn leans back the slightest and gapes at her, jaw working. “You’re an asshole.”
She kisses her cheeks again, then her forehead and nose before ending with her mouth. Caitlyn nips at her bottom lip in a show of her annoyance, but almost immediately melts into it. And god, she shouldn’t, but Vi can’t help bullying her girlfriend just the slightest bit more, murmuring against her lips, “don’t you mean arsehole?”
A palm presses against her jaw, trying to turn her face away. Caitlyn huffs, pulling out of the hug, arms crossing over her chest, sitting up to glare down at Vi. “That’s it, I’m breaking up with you. It’s over. Go to hell.”
“Babe, no, come on,” she chuckles, opening her arms for Caitlyn. The woman just looks away. Vi is still grinning stupidly wide. “I won’t do it again, I swear.”
“I’m sorry,” Vi drawls, tapping her knee for attention, but she’s ignored.
So she goes for the no fail option. Her thumb runs teasingly up Caitlyn’s inner thigh as Vi purrs at the woman, “I’m sorry, baby.” Caitlyn’s blue eyes snap to hers, mostly black as her pupils dilate. Vi’s hands wrap around the underside of her thighs, tugging her up. She knows her girlfriend understands the gesture when Vi places a kiss to the inside of her knee, humming. “Let me make it up to you.”
She’s forgiven soon enough.
It's half-past eight when Vi comes back up the stairs, an abundance of snacks in her arms, kicking the door closed on her way into Caitlyn’s room. She drops them on to Caitlyn’s desk (admittedly making a mess) and is about to offer the woman a bag of chips when her girlfriend asks a question.
“When did you fall for me?”
She glances over at her girlfriend, who is lying in bed on her back, hands linked over her stomach, staring up at the ceiling. She has on an oversized t-shirt and her hair is still damp from their shower. The laptop they had been watching cheesy romcoms on was closed and placed on the nightstand.
Making her way over to the bed, Vi takes a seat next to her girlfriend, back against the headboard. She closes her eyes, thinking about the question. Finally, Vi hums, “depends if you mean feelings or in love.”
Caitlyn shifts, puts her head in Vi’s lap, and looks up at her earnestly, “both, please.”
Affection builds in her chest at how utterly adorable her girlfriend is. “Okay,” Vi agrees. She starts to mindlessly run her hands through Caitlyn’s hair, earning a contented sigh, as she talks.
“Honestly, I think I’d always had a crush on you. You were fun and smart and so pretty. How could I not?”
Clapping a hand over her mouth, Caitlyn lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Is that a joke? Fifteen-year-old me was awkward, spineless, and an emotional mess. Not to mention short.”
Vi flicks her nose. “Well, I thought she was very cute. So don't interrupt.” The next part isn’t hard to describe in the slightest. She remembers how big her emotions felt that day and smiles fondly. “Then you asked me to be your first kiss that summer before junior year and I swear my heart felt like it would explode. My hands shook so badly the entire time. I spent the entire walk home staring at the sky, picking out shapes in the clouds because I was that dazed. I realized that night, it wasn’t just a crush, but that I had real feelings for you.”
Love is a bit trickier. She continues with a nervous chuckle, “I’ve probably been in love with you just as long. There were so many signs in senior year that I ignored because I wasn’t ready to acknowledge feelings that deep. The first time I ever admitted it to myself was graduation.”
Caitlyn takes Vi’s hand and brings it to her lips, placing small, encouraging kisses to her palm. Vi brushes her fingers across her girlfriend’s cheek as she retells the moment.
“Post graduation, still in our cap and gowns, we were at that silly little dinner getting milkshakes.” Vi smiles as Caitlyn’s lips quirk up, nodding as she remembers the moment too. “You were sitting in my lap, talking my ear off about how you were so excited that we were going to the same college. And all I could think was how four years didn’t feel like enough. That I didn’t want to lose you after it was over.” Somehow, in this moment, Vi thinks this is just like how it used to be. Same blue eyes, same girl, same feelings. “You just kept smiling at me and I kept thinking, god, I'm so in love with her.”
Another kiss is pressed to her palm and Caitlyn lets out a slightly shaky breath, “your bulletin board.”
“Yeah, that picture is up there,” she nods. It was always going to be one of her favorite moments. They had been so embarrassed at the time, being caught so close on film, but Vi is glad her dad had caught it.
Biting her lip, Caitlyn teases, “you’re a sap.”
“Only for you,” Vi admits with a dopey little grin. Caitlyn reaches up, tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her head down to kiss her. She has to lean a hand on the bed to keep from falling over.
“Your turn.”
Caitlyn sighs, shrugging her shoulders vaguely as her nails run up and down the back of Vi’s neck. “I think I’ve been in love with you forever.”
“Oh bullshit,” she taps a finger to her girlfriend’s forehead. “You can’t just steal my answer and word it a little nicer.”
“Hush, I’m serious,” the woman insists, free hand swatting Vi’s away. Caitlyn’s nose scrunches, slightly awkwardly, “you remember how I had a bunch of boyfriends throughout high school and even into freshman year of Uni?”
“Agonizingly,” Vi jokes, watching her girlfriend roll her eyes with a small smirk.
“I always broke up with them because it never felt,” Caitlyn bites her lip in thought and Vi almost kisses her but she doesn’t want to be rude. “Right?”
“Like they could never live up to the standard I had for them in my head. But I realize that standard was always you.” Her girlfriend glances into her eyes with a watery laugh. Vi’s heart lurches and she carefully swipes her thumb at the welling tears in Caitlyn’s eyes. “I feel so stupid because the whole time I was thinking how they never made me laugh the way you did or made my heart race like that. Any time I ever kissed someone, I expected sparks, the way it was with you. I was so blind to the fact that it could have been you.”
Vi doesn’t speak, just waits, carefully caressing Caitlyn’s cheek, for her to continue. After a moment, her girlfriend clears her throat, “and maybe being at college helped me open my mind to the things I wanted because after a lot of journaling and self acceptance, my heart led me back to you. But I thought you were the one person I couldn’t have.”
“I eventually got around to working up the courage to talk to women and it was better.” Caitlyn gives her the tiniest smile, still a bit emotional, “but no one is you.”
Her hands twitch. “Are you done?”
“Yes?” Caitlyn says, a little unsure.
It’s like the feeling bursts in her chest and Vi leans down to kiss Caitlyn’s face. Her lips, temple, nose, the crinkle near her eye, anywhere she can think of. She does it over and over until her girlfriend lets out a joyful giggle, catching her face for a real kiss, slow and sweet.
“Sorry,” Vi whispers against her lips, “I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I hate seeing you sad.”
Caitlyn pulls at her neck until Vi falls forward in a mess of limbs onto the bed with her. Vi laughs into her girlfriend’s throat, feeling Caitlyn’s rumble in her chest.
It’s still the same. But, god, it's so much better.
Vi stares, watches the woman tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and smiles at the person she’s talking to. The way she covers her mouth when she laughs and holds the mug in both hands makes Vi’s heart skip a beat.
“Okay, seriously,” Jinx deadpans, looking at her baffled from her place in front of the door. “You do this every goddamn week. Can we go inside?”
She hums and follows her sister into the coffee shop. The bell rings and Caitlyn glances up, locking onto her eyes. Vi feels her heart soar as she sends the woman a small grin.
“Like a fucking romcom,” her sister groans before nudging her, “I’m getting a drink.”
Mindlessly nodding to her sister, Vi makes her way through the cafe to the booth housing her girlfriend and slides into the empty space next to her. “Hey.”
“Hi, love.” Caitlyn smiles as Vi tosses an arm around her.
Leaning into her ear, Vi quietly asks, “how’s your day been?”
“Well in the,” her girlfriend lifts her phone to check the time and Vi’s heart flutters seeing the picture of them on her lockscreen. Caitlyn lets out a small laugh seeing the time, “four hours I haven’t seen you, it’s been alright. But my day is looking much better now.”
“What a flirt,” Vi teases, bumping Caitlyn’s knee with her fist.
Glancing down, her girlfriend frowns and takes her hand with a sigh. “I thought you were gonna take better care of your hands”
“Sorry,” Vi smiles sheepishly. She wiggles her eyebrows playfully at Caitlyn, “kiss it better?”
“And you call me a flirt?” Caitlyn complains half-heartedly but does it anyway, bringing Vi’s bruised knuckles up to her lips and pressing a light kiss to her skin.
She swallows heavily then leans in closer, lowly mumbling to her girlfriend. “Kiss me better?”
Caitlyn gives her a dark look, “well, I do know a place not too far from here.”
A tray slams onto the table, startling the two of them as they look over to an irritated Jinx. “Ew, fucking fuck, we’re in public.” She takes a seat next to Mel, who had been on her phone, pointedly ignoring their actions. “What’s wrong with you two? It’s been four agonizing months of this. Get over the honeymoon phase.”
Mel chuckles wryly, “Jinx, I fear to tell you that they may just be a honeymoon couple”
Grimacing at the woman, her sister takes a bite of her sandwich, grumbling through her mouthful. “I never thought I’d say I miss the pining.”
Vi scoffs at her sister, calling the girl out, “as if you don’t start giggling like a schoolgirl every time you text Ekko.”
Jinx chokes on her food, taking a large gulp of her hot coffee, managing it all down. She draws out each syllable in outrage, “excuse me?”
She shakes her girlfriend’s shoulder, “Cait can vouch, she’s seen it first hand too.”
“It is true,” Caitlyn shrugs.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about Caitlyn’s bullshit opinions,” Jinx hisses.
Everyone else at the table pauses, staring at her in surprise. Glaring back at all of them, Jinx finally snaps after too many moments of silence, “what?”
“Did she just,” Mel’s words trail off, bringing a hand to her mouth to hide her chuckles.
“Am I dreaming?” Vi looks at her sister with wide eyes. She holds out an arm to her girlfriend, “pinch me, seriously, babe.”
Caitlyn snorts and elbows Vi in the side.
Thoroughly annoyed at missing the joke, Jinx huffs, “holy shit, what?”
Clearing her throat politely, Caitlyn gives Jinx a small grin. “I’m glad we’re close enough to be on a first name basis now, Powder.”
Vi almost chokes on air at her girlfriend’s boldness. She glances at her sister and watches the girl freeze, probably replaying the conversation in her mind. Her brain runs in overdrive considering all the way’s Jinx might lash out, praying it’s not murder.
Jinx blinks, looks at Vi, to Caitlyn, and then sighs, “damn.” Leaning an arm on the table, Jinx waves her free hand in the air theatrically, “looks like you got me there BFG.”
Glancing at the invisible watch on her wrist, Jinx claps her hands together. “Look at the time. I’ve got a date with Ekko. See you later, friends.”
They all watch the girl spin on her heel and hurry out of the store in shock.
“That went,” Caitlyn let out the breath she had been holding, a funny look on her face, “surprisingly well.”
Vi squints suspiciously at the place Jinx had previously and then looks at the table and chuckles. “I'm pretty sure she took the money from your wallet.”
“Wait, what?”
“She does that to me too. I think she just officially welcomed you to the family.”