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"You really suck at hand-to-hand combat."
" I beg your pardon?"
The glasses descended to the bridge of her nose in that condescending yet sensual way that always had Vi on her toes. Still, she swallowed the feeling and crossed her arms, returning a smirk, wanting to take advantage of the brief moment of attention she was getting from Caitlyn since she'd let her work consume her to push away the pain.
"Just look at the bruise on your jaw."
"That doesn't count! I wasn't ready. I wasn't even trying to fight."
Vi broke the two steps of distance that separated them, standing in front of Caitlyn. With her seated, the height difference suited her well enough to make her point, gently taking her chin and lifting it slightly, while easily moving her face to check her out, despite Caitlyn's scowl.
"Oh, Cupcake... First lesson: always be ready. Your enemies aren't going to give you sweet time to get ready."
Caitlyn swatted Vi's hand away from her wrist with her forearm before rolling her eyes and turning back to her desk. At Vi's soft laugh, her frown deepened as she sighed through her nose. Her tone, however, failed in its attempt to be biting.
"I don't need to know how to fight. Just shoot."
The quill ran over the paper, filling in another sheet of notes on the events of the last month, trying to look for convergences of methods, something that would allow her to anticipate the next time. Vi leaned her hip against the desk, crossing her arms again, emphasizing her confident pose.
"And when you run out of ammo, you'd be dead, and your gun would be useless in close combat, much less your good aim."
Vi leaned down enough so that her face was at the same level as hers, mere inches away from her. Her breath collided against the skin of her neck, causing goose bumps there.
"With someone this close, it would take just a heartbeat to get you killed. Or even..."
Vi could hear her swallow, and if she tried hard enough, she was sure she could hear her racing heartbeat as well, knowing she'd gotten the effect she wanted, amply proved her point. Caitlyn glanced at her out of the corner of her eye for a second, before clearing her throat and waving her hand in the space between them, making Vi move away.
"There would be no such heartbeat, Violet."
A chuckle bubbled in her chest as she straightened up, throwing her head back, earning a scowl from Caitlyn beside her, even though she was trying to ignore her as she stuffed those sheets.
"Whatever you say, Cupcake... I bet I could disarm you in seconds."
The scraping against the paper ceased. Ice-blue eyes pierced the gray orbs from beneath her perfect eyebrows, one of them now raised dangerously, before the cold, low voice reached her ears.
"Are you challenging me?"
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"Don't worry, Cupcake. I won't be hard on you."
Vi opened the double doors to let them both pass through and adjusted one of her bandages, tightening the knot that held it attached to her skin, stepping into the place carelessly, listening to Caitlyn close the doors behind her, and heard her soft chuckle as she set the lock.
"Ready?"
"Don't hold back."
Caitlyn's voice was dangerous. Slow, sliding like silk against her skin. But Vi's smile was more so, being about to play a game she had practiced all her life, and of which Caitlyn was far from being an expert. She didn't know why she had decided to do it in the room, but it was wide enough to be able to have the encounter without a problem, even bigger than many of the places she had used for fighting, so she didn't object.
Vi raised her hands into fists, mounting her guard, raising an eyebrow at Caitlyn who waited on the other side of the room. She lifted her chin to yield the first move to her, knowing that if she took it, it would be her first mistake. And so it was. Caitlyn brought her arm back to reach for her rifle and unsheathe it, and that was enough for her to start running the distance that separated them. Caitlyn managed to remove the gun from its holster, and unfold it, locking it to its full length, a moment before Vi grabbed the barrel, pushing it to the side. Cait tried to keep it in her grip, pressing it against her shoulder, rolling it around Vi's arm once, twice, walking backwards to get distance.
For every step Caitlyn took, it seemed Vi took two, keeping the fight at such close range that even if she wasn't making it impossible to use the rifle, she wouldn't even be able to shoot her at point blank range. Vi widened her grin before spinning on her axis, more to taunt her than out of need, releasing the gun as she drew back her arm, and surprising her yet again as she tossed it at some distance from them both with a swipe of her right arm, causing Caitlyn to stagger in efforts to block the attack and losing her balance in the process, only to be saved from a sharp fall to the ground by Vi’s hand. It had grasped the front of her uniform tightly, taking that moment to hold her close, face to face, giving her a shit-eating grin, then slowly letting her go, leaving her leaning there on the floor. On her lips, a quiet 'I told you so', cutting off Caitlyn's movements as she held her between her legs, watching her catch her breath.
"Not bad."
Caitlyn swept her gaze over Vi's body, from her legs wrapped around her to her smug face, and blew out a laugh, just before leaning on her elbows to straighten up. When Vi moved away far enough, she offered a hand to help her up, but Caitlyn moved quickly to reach for her rifle and swept the ground with it, making her step aside, at the same time as she straightened up, one knee on the ground and the other serving as a support to point the rifle at her. Vi stumbled, puzzled for a moment, then turned to face her again, arms on guard.
"Is this all you've got, Violet?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes playfully at her naïve response. When Vi tried to kick the gun, Caitlyn tossed it aside, grabbing Vi's leg with her free arm, stopping her movement. Vi swung her leg up and back, freeing herself from the grip as Caitlyn stood up. Vi frowned in concentration and tried to grab Caitlyn's hands, who dodged her at every opportunity, blocking her hands with her forearms, and pushing them to her sides.
Catching Vi off guard by consistently breaking her attack, she threw a couple of punches at her face in the spaces she left, the last of them almost hitting against her nose, but impacting against her hand which intercepted the fist at the last second. Caitlyn fixed her gaze on her, squinting defiantly, taking a few breaths at that impasse. The gray eyes widened in surprise for her energy lasted only a moment, before seeing her determination and squinting them as well, catching up to her. No mercy.
Vi was trying to destabilize her using her palms instead of her fists, but Caitlyn was agile enough to avoid any attempt against her legs, although her arms took a few pushes. For her side, Caitlyn was trying to have more frontal attacks, focusing her strength on weak areas, such as her face or stomach. When Vi tried to get to her face, she ducked, moving one of her legs to hook her foot and cause her to lose support, allowing Cait to get some distance, and get some relief from Vi's relentless attempts.
The fight was beginning to stir enough to make them leave the imaginary ring they had planned. Caitlyn leaned against one of the walls, and Vi soon followed, trying to lock her between her body and the structure behind her. Caitlyn spun to her right, preventing her from being able to catch her, but she knew she couldn't keep this up much longer, so as soon as she had the chance, she moved away from the wall, trying to get to one of the columns. Vi grabbed her arm halfway, pulling her back sharply, coming face to face with her, just inches away.
Time seemed to stop just like her breathing the instant she saw her moistening her lips. A bead of sweat ran down her neck from the effort, before losing itself between her collarbones.
And that damn smile took her to hell, and back to reality.
Caitlyn blinked a couple of times to recover from the trance that seemed to have fallen over them at that moment, yet Vi was still there.
'It would take just a heartbeat...'
She took the opportunity as soon as she saw it, bringing the arm that was in Vi's grip down and using her foot to kick her hip away from herself. Wasting no time, she gathered momentum and jumped on top of her, wrapping her legs around her torso and pushing them both straight down onto the bed, being embraced by the sheets.
Vi's moans told her that she was past that moment of weakness, so Caitlyn covered her eyes with one hand to disorient her and prevent her from being trapped, and made her lay with her chest against the mattress, taking both her wrists behind her back with one of her hands in a firm grip.
She uncovered her eyes, and brought her middle and index fingers together, resting them against her temples to simulate a gun.
"Bang."
She whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe and tugging gently on it. Vi whimpered again, shifting in place in an attempt to free her hands, causing Caitlyn to squeeze a little harder.
"Ah, ah, ah. You're not going to run away from me, Violet. Though I thought it would be easier for someone so... skilled at fighting."
Vi lifted her face enough to look into her eyes for a moment, before dropping her head back against the sheets.
"Beginner's luck."
She muttered against them, being barely comprehensible. Caitlyn rolled her eyes, knowing Vi would never accept that she was able to outplay her at her own game, and brought her arms further up her back, back to the more uncomfortable position, and hearing Vi's wince in response, eliciting a smile from her. Her hand held against her temples ran down the side of her face, framing her jaw until she took it from her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact.
"Admit it."
Vi swallowed audibly, glancing for a moment at the hand that held her and then returning to her ice-colored eyes, slurring her first words as she responded.
"Okay... I admit you're not as awful as I thought... but I did disarm you, though!"
Caitlyn opened her mouth in complete indignation, and let go of Vi's face, shifting her grip on her wrists from hand to hand so she could turn and look for what she needed. Vi could only turn around just enough to see that Caitlyn was looking for something in one of her drawers, so she laughed as she spoke.
"What are you going to do, handcuff me, officer?"
Her smile fell as she saw the cold metal shackles wrapping around one of her wrists in a tight grip before she brought her gaze up to Caitlyn, who looked proud to wipe away the smirk on Vi's face.
"You know what? That's exactly what I'm going to do."
Vi stirred under Caitlyn's iron grip before it was replaced by the cuffs, which she made sure were properly positioned before releasing. Caitlyn placed her hands on Vi's waist before she moved closer to her face, resting her chest against her back and leaving a hot trail of her breath against her back, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.
" You are aware that I can take them off, aren't you?"
Caitlyn resisted the urge to bite her for the tone she used and instead brought one of her hands to her hip, squeezing the skin there hard enough to cause a little pain, even over her pants.
"I am. But you won't like what happens if you do."
She could feel Vi tense underneath her as she whispered the words in her ear, so she continued her path with her hand slowly down her body, to the middle of her leg.
"Are you sure about that? Because I think I might like it."
Vi thrusted her hips back, closing the tight space between their bodies and taking advantage of the closeness to reach for a part of Caitlyn's uniform, taking as much fabric as she could between her fists, causing the fabric to tighten so it could still hold her in it.
“I see what you’re doing, Vi”
Caitlyn tightened her grip on her leg, digging her nails into the fabric of her pants and gritted her teeth, trying to keep herself calm.
“Yeah? What?”
Vi moved her head to be as close to her face as possible, turning her gaze for a moment to her lips before returning to her eyes, slowly biting her lip as she thrusted against her once again.
“Being a fucking brat ”
"Ah, you act like you don't love it when I'm like this."
Vi quickly replied, before she felt the hand on her back pushing her back down, and the other impacting against her ass, the sound echoing through the space, only dulled by the shameless scream that came out of her mouth.
" What I love most is putting you in your place. Proving you wrong, and making my good girl, accept her defeat."
The snort that left her lips in response was muffled by the sheets, though audible nonetheless. Caitlyn's hand, still stinging from the impact of the slap, caressed the area from top to bottom, running all the way down her buttock and then all the way up to her waist. Her fingers traced the two belts, before reaching under them to enclose them in her fist. Her gaze followed her movements, her eyes now staring unabashedly at her lover's ass.
"I always wondered why you would wear so many belts..."
Caitlyn squeezed them tightly in hand and pushed up and forward, forcing Vi to follow the motion until she was on her knees in front of her.
"Now I think I can figure out a good use."
After taking another moment to admire her in this position, she moved behind her, kneeling so that she was in level with her. Licking her lips, she pulled the belts toward herself, drawing Vi in until her ass met her hips. From her place, her ears caught the breathless gasp that ripped from Vi's lips.
The hand still on her middle back ran all the way up until she could tangle her fingers in the back of her hair, taking a handful of it and guiding her by gently tugging it forward a bit. Immediately after this, her hand on her belts pulled hard on it again, meeting her halfway as she pushed her hips forward.
Biting her lip to hold back her own pant, she methodically repeated the movements, over and over until she found a slow, but hard rhythm. Torturous even. One that made Vi try to hide her face against the sheets were it not for Caitlyn's grip on her hair restraining her, stopping her from holding back her moans, her whimpers. One that let Caitlyn's imagination wander on what to do next, and how much she wished she could know what it felt like to be inside her, to feel her wrap around her and clench her when she moved against the right places.
"Caitlyn, by Janna, stop being a fucking tease and fuck me already, will you?"
Caitlyn couldn't resist the small giggle that burst from her lips at hearing her, halting her movements to hold her close against her hips with her hand pulling her against herself, and her hips thrusting against her in small moves, keeping as much of her body against hers as possible.
"Eager, aren't we? So much that, even when you're the one that loses, we can't even ask for it nicely..."
The last word was remarked with a harder thrust than the rest, stealing a pleasure and frustrated groan from Vi, and watching her hands form into fists, her nails digging into her own skin.
"Will you be such a dear to PLEASE fuck me until I pass out of deshydration, Cupcake? Pretty fucking please?"
Vi's faux-sweet, condescending voice let show her frustration, eliciting even more satisfaction from Caitlyn, who gave her hair a slight tug before tracing her way down to the waistband of her pants.
"Since you ask so politely..."
Caitlyn said sarcastically, letting out a giggle as she brought her hands to the clasps of Vi's pants, undoing the hitches before slowly pushing them down her thighs to her knees, along with her underwear, leaving her fully exposed before herself. Caitlyn sat back on her heels for some distance, and squeezed Vi's ass, watching the glow of Vi's obvious arousal begin to play havoc in her crotch.
"Was it the fight adrenaline that did it for you? Or do you just love it when I can outdo you?"
"You're having a good time, don't you?"
Vi replied to avoid the question, her hips moving seeking the craved relief, some friction, but Caitlyn pinned her down by squeezing her ass tighter. She left a kiss on each of her cheeks, before licking a hot strip from one of them up her back, ending the movement with a sonorous kiss.
"I've earned it, don't you think?"
One of her hands patted her hip as the other followed the curve of her ass to the inside of her thighs, sliding a finger between them and bringing it upward, dangerously close to where Vi needed it most.
"And you should earn it too."
Caitlyn warned in a low tone. She added another of her fingers to the torture, bringing them almost against her center but sliding to the sides of her lips. It was quite a vision to hear Vi trying to hide her panting and how sensitive she was to her every touch, even more so with her sex throbbing at the feel of her so close.
Her opposite hand ran along the side of her body, reaching under her shirt, traveling to her waist, and leaning forward a bit to reach her breast. Her fingers struggled against the fabric of her bra on their way to her already hardened nipple. The small metal balls were the first thing she felt, and she placed a finger on the side of each to gently tug at the piercing. Vi's toes tightened, and her breath hitched for a second, before releasing it in a sharp gasp.
It wouldn't take much more to break Vi's hard facade, and have her melting in her fingers, so she added:
"Make it worth it, Vi. Make me want to make you come for me."
Her hot breath collided against her already susceptible skin with each new sensation, and her fingers brushed her lower lips, teasing her, making her surrender to it.
With a deep sigh, Vi's body relaxed, and her shoulders slumped even more on the mattress. Only a moment later, she propped herself up on her elbows so that she could turn her face, fixing her stormy gray eyes, clouded with desire and lust, on her blue ones. She swallowed hard, and shifted her hips upward, submitting herself to her.
"Please, Caitlyn, make me feel good. Lead me to the sweet release as only you know how... Please, I might die if you keep going like this. Please, God, babe, please."
With each word her tone sounded even more desperate, ending almost in a whimper. An image so unlike Vi that it even made her feel guilty for having brought her to this point. Though, being honest with herself, she couldn't regret it any less.
"That's my good girl."
Her hand on her breast played with her nipple, flicking and squeezing it feebly before focusing her attention on her center. Her fingers there finally slipped between her folds, feeling how bad the situation had her. She moved from bottom to top and back a couple of times, then brought her fingertips against her clit, beginning to move in circles slowly. Vi's legs tensed even more, and her hips moved to help her, as her moans blessed her ears.
She bit her ass playfully a couple of times, as she moved to her center with her face, and then stuck out her tongue, touching her folds with the tip of it. The taste flooded her mouth and she sank her face deeper, running over every inch of her skin she could reach, closing her eyes to enjoy even more how Vi merged into her mouth, and how, as she buried her tongue inside her, Vi was moaning and chanting her name like a praise, a plea.
It didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm, cumming in her mouth, with a guttural groan and her legs shaking like leaves in the autumn wind. Caitlyn didn't stop, however. Slowing the pace to accompany her as she came down from that peak, she waited for her to catch her breath before replacing her tongue with two of her fingers. Vi jerked from the hypersensitivity, so Caitlyn returned her hand to her hips to hold her in place as she resumed the rhythm of the thrusts, beginning to speed it up progressively.
Vi's legs could barely keep her in position, threatening to let her fall back against the bed at any second. Her brain, still clouded from her earlier release, couldn't find words to ask her for a moment, other than an unintelligible babble amidst high-pitched moans. If she had any remnants of consciousness at this point, she would even feel ashamed, but Vi was now a mindless mess. One that, soon, stopped struggling to let the feeling fill her again, moving her hips in rhythm with Caitlyn's thrusts, taking them deeper into herself, faster, until they reached a sloppy, desperate rhythm.
Her hand was wet and shiny, just like the inside of Vi's thighs, with her fluids running down them after reaching her second orgasm after a few more lunges. Caitlyn let her ride her fingers until she came all the way down, then guided her down, lying flat on her face on the bed, barely catching her breath.
"Easy, easy, love. You took everything so well, you've been so good for me, Vi. So, so good."
Caitlyn moved from between her legs to her side, running the hair stuck to her face from sweat, and leaving soft kisses on her neck and cheek, giving her some space to breathe. She moved to grab the handcuff keys and removed them, setting them aside and instructing Vi to lie on her back. Caitlyn took her wrists and rubbed gentle circles over the deep pink lines the metal had left on her skin, then kissing over them until they smoothed out.
She released her hands, moving to sit beside her, gently stroking her hair and combing it with her fingers, tracing the line of her jaw in the locks near there. Vi opened her eyes, still clouded with exhaustion and arousal, and ran up over her figure from her long legs to her face.
"I'm not done with you."
Caitlyn murmured, biting her lower lip, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. Vi moved her face into her touch, and bit down on the pad of her thumb as she brushed her lips, her gaze still on hers. Caitlyn brought her hands under the skirt of her uniform and hooked her panties with her thumbs, pulling them down, running them down her legs until they ended up on the floor at the side of the bed. She knelt on the mattress and lifted her skirt a little, giving Vi a suggestive look.
"Do you think you can do it?"
She wasn't challenging her. The question dripped sweetness, and all the love Vi knew she had for her. The same one she was constantly proving to her. Vi nodded and settled into place, offering her her hands to help her position her legs on each side of her head. When she was there, she licked her lips and opened her mouth, welcoming Caitlyn's wet sex as she moved down to meet her.
Caitlyn began to ride her face slowly, pursuing her own pleasure and using her mouth for it. She rewarded Vi letting her hear her every moan, which soon filled the room, and caused Vi to growl underneath her. The sweet vibrations of this caused Caitlyn's legs to tremble. Vi brought her hands to her hips, gripping them tightly, digging her fingers into her skin as she pushed her even further down, her tongue meeting full on against her skin, focusing on satisfying her clit, preventing Caitlyn from running away from the pleasure she brought her.
She could feel her chin and neck soaked with Caitlyn's fluids, at the same time as she felt the pressure of her thighs on either side of her head, pulling to close tighter and tighter the closer she got to reaching her goal. Vi hugged her thighs to keep her spread wide for her, pounding her with a rhythm that, in a matter of minutes, had her dropping her head, rolling her eyes, and pulling her hair as she screamed her name. Vi kissed and sucked on her sensitive skin as Caitlyn's body stopped convulsing against her, before she collapsed beside her.
Vi wiped her face with the back of her hand and turned her head to watch Cait. Her chest was rising and falling again and again as she tried to regulate her heartbeat. She closed her eyes for a moment, calming herself, smiling at how things had turned out. When she opened her eyes again and found Caitlyn looking at her curiously, she moved closer to her body to snuggle. Caitlyn didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her, and to seek her lips, meeting her in a sloppy kiss that Vi quickly responded to, opening her mouth so their tongues danced together.
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"You made some alright moves there."
Vi mentioned in the afterglow, her head on Caitlyn's bosom, tracing some shapes on her breast as she left occasional kisses on the skin she could reach without leaving her position. Caitlyn stopped preening her hair and sat up a little so she could see her. A perfectly groomed eyebrow arched upward over defiantly narrowed blue eyes, which she could feel without even looking back at it.
"Can we at least not tell anybody how you beat my ass there?"
Caitlyn smiled broadly, leaning back again and resuming the caresses, burying her fingers in her hair to comb it back, allowing her to peer more closely at the features of her face, each of her freckles and scars, every single thing that made her unique, and beautiful.
"Everything for you, darling."