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On a cold evening in the middle of autumn, loud spine-chilling tunes could be heard from the most well-respected venue in Zaun. The Last Drop bar had been there since before the zone gained its name, and thus, managed to keep its status once Piltover recognized Zaun's independence after endless fights. As part of the independence agreement, citizens from one zone could step into the other without special permits, which, in the long term, would result in a prosperous economy for both, thanks to better access to services and jobs across the two territories. Some businesses even had to adjust to both cultures, with Zaun now having to host winter events, while Piltover would have to get comfortable with the concept of the Night of Horrors.
Wanting to get a sneak peek at the upcoming cultural shift, a group of friends from Piltover had decided to visit The Last Drop, which was hosting its renowned Night of Horrors party that evening. As was customary, the five of them put on some festive costumes, but only Viktor and Sky, both natives of Zaun, had managed to come up with scary garbs. Viktor was a vampire, Sky an invisible woman, Jayce a doctor, Mel's face was adorned by a golden fox mask that went along perfectly with a slim, golden dress and shiny black pumps, while Caitlyn borrowed her mother's old sheriff uniform and rifle.
The outside of the bar was decorated with open coffins lying around with plastic skeletons coming out, and all sorts of glowy chemicals reading "You may get in, but can you get out?" on the front wall. The caricature of an angry monkey holding a bomb was standing right next to the writing.
Viktor took Sky's hand into his, the noble vampire persona taking over as the two of them took their first step towards the building.
"Are you all ready to get spooked?" he asked in a faux-scary tone.
Everybody gave some excited answers and adjusted their costumes for the last time before entering. Once inside, they marveled at the uncanny decorations shrouded in cigar smoke. All the other patrons were clad in clothes pertaining to grim thematics as well, with it being unclear whether the blood on some was real or not.
Zaun was well-known for its gang activities, and that made the non-natives of the group a bit squeamish upon entering and seeing so many tough people in one place. Potentially, anyone in there could have been dangerous in some way or another, but luckily, violence in The Last Drop was forbidden. The only way to fight someone and not get escorted out by the burly guy wearing a werewolf costume was to sit down and play cards over drinks, or take one’s chances at playing pool.
The group of friends sat down at a table where Caitlyn, Jayce, and Mel got to listen to the Zaunite couple explain the do's and don'ts of the place. Claggor, who was just about to finish his shift, came to them with a round of glowy red shots and playing cards, saying they were on the house. He then hugged Sky and Viktor and commented, with a half-joking tone, that they’d brought friends over.
Starting to play cards as soon as Claggor left, the group kept yelling animatedly at each other about random things over the loud music. The only one keeping quiet was Caitlyn, who was still taking everything in, anxiously holding Cassandra’s rifle at her legs with a strong, anxious grip. The young woman had grown up attending fundraisers and galas, each event more luxurious than the previous, hosted in spacious halls which made her completely dizzy and willing to escape. Meanwhile, this place was cramped and it was hard to see anything properly, as smoke was covering everything like the morning fog. It felt dangerous and safe at the same time, somehow pleading for her to stay. Caitlyn’s mother would definitely tell her off for doing drugs come morning, due to the smell slowly impregnating itself into the sheriff uniform. Her father would, as always, come to rescue her by saying everyone needs a bit of fun sometimes. And so, Cait promised herself to be as rebellious as she could tonight, within reason.
A catchy song started on the jukebox as someone passed by the table, clearing enough of the smog to reveal the employee behind the counter. A woman with a black mullet wearing a leather jacket was preparing a drink in a shaker, the quick swishing of her uncovered forearms hypnotizing. Cait found herself wondering about the softness of the skin behind the thick black lines traced on the woman's face, and whether the upper side of those arms were as muscular as she was starting to imagine them. Without realizing it, her grip on the gun loosened.
Caitlyn's gaze didn't go unnoticed however, as now the rest of the members at the table were eyeing her with interest. It was only when she felt the burning sensation of someone watching her that she looked at them, nose scrunched in confusion. "Did I miss something? Why are you all looking at me like I'm at a shooting tournament?"
"You haven't been paying attention to the game for the past few rounds, Cait," Jayce calmly explained, putting a card on the table.
Mel snickered with the lower part of her face hidden behind her cards, before gleefully pointing with her eyes to the bartender, "But the girl there sure made a move on your attention, dear."
Caitlyn’s eyes widened, the sudden thick accent and blush on her pale face not helping her case no matter how confused she pretended to be. "What?"
Viktor, who figured he could take advantage of everyone’s lack of attention, slapped a card onto the table. A card which, of course, came from up his sleeve. “A-ha! I win!” he exclaimed, eliciting groans from the others. He chugged his drink, afterwards setting the tiny glass on the table with a loud thud and a proud smile.
Sky raised her empty glass and nodded towards the bar, mischief clear in her eyes. "Why don't you go grab us some more shots?"
The question didn't even register before one hand pushed Cait gently to stand up and handed her the tray with empty shot glasses, whilst another hand confiscated the gun.
Caitlyn made her way through the smoke, excusing herself when bumping into people. The only replies she got were either utter silence or weak grunts which, according to Sky, meant “no problem.” Carefully, she put the tray on the bar counter just as the bartender finished handing someone else's order and came in her direction, hips clad in ripped-off, faded jeans swaying to the rhythm of the song.
Up close, the woman's make-up looked like warriors’ paint, steel-blue eyes barely poking through it. The intimidating look was accentuated by several piercings in each ear, sharp cuts on the upper lip and left eyebrow, and the lack of a proper top under the leather jacket. At the very least, the bosom was covered by bandages, leaving some room for interpretation. Caitlyn’s cheeks went red while a few drops of sweat formed on the back of her neck as the stranger stopped right in front of her. Without a word, they eyed each other from head to toe, or as much as the counter allowed them to, no doubt both of them imagining what they'd do to each other if they so much as caught a moment completely alone that night.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender's voice was naturally feminine, yet just as naturally raspy, combined with a tinge of nervousness.
Fumbling, Caitlyn took out her mom's old badge, which was decorated with lesbian motifs in haste right before leaving for the party. The badge, now merely a trinket, made its way to be seen, on the assumption that Cait didn’t misread the moment. Besides, a Kiramman never backed down from what they wanted, so with a serious expression, Caitlyn replied, "Another round of bloody shots, stranger! Lest you'd like to be arrested for crimes unspoken."
Steely eyes turned shocked for a moment at the suggestion of their owner having done something wrong, until realization dawned on them. The patron wasn't a real sheriff, just pretended to be one for the night. And while Vi fit right into the daily scenery of Zaun with the street fighter outfit, she considered it a bit tone-deaf for someone to jokingly assume an authority role and visit the area. Entertaining the joke would have probably been the wise thing to do though, as the woman in front of her was hot like a cupcake fresh out of the oven. Besides, Vi reasoned that just because Zaun and Piltover were at peace now and people could come and go as they pleased didn’t mean that they’d be completely considerate of each other’s cultures and histories, at least not within the first few years.
Faking a worried and desperate tone, Vi put her hands up defensively. "Please don't, miss Sheriff! My gang would go wild without me to lead them!"
The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds and burst into laughter, ignoring some of the patrons who stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the source of the sudden noise. Once the laughter subsided, Vi took her time to swap the empty shot glasses with new ones and filled them up with strawberry vodka, strong arms flexing under the jacket. With a welcoming smile, she pushed the tray towards the Piltovan.
"Here you go. Name's Vi, by the way."
"Caitlyn," the woman offered in exchange when rummaging for cash in the skirt's pockets. Way too many bills made their way next to the drinks, denoting that she must have not known things in Zaun cost just a fraction of what they did in Piltover.
The bartender whistled playfully while counting the wad of cash and smiled at Cait sympathetically when keeping only two bills and placing the rest next to the tray. "Things are cheaper over here compared to the topside. Especially tonight." With a wink, Vi turned around to tend to some drunkard who was starting to fall asleep nearby, leaving Caitlyn with her mouth slightly agape. Looking stupid and potentially attracting unwanted attention from dangerous people could have been avoided if only Cait had paid attention to everything her Zaunite friends explained earlier, instead of taking in the atmosphere.
Shaking her head to get out of the stupor, Caitlyn took the tray and went back to her friends, who were engrossed in the card game they’d started earlier. Once the tray got set on the table, everybody looked up with shit-eating grins.
"How'd it go, Sheriff?" Jayce teased.
Caitlyn distributed the glasses to everyone at the table and grabbed hers last. "Uhm… she now knows I'm a rich lesbian? I should have done my research before stepping into this place…" She raised the glass and shouted "Cheers!" before gulping the contents without waiting on the others.
The sweet liquid made its way to her belly, warming it up not only because of skipping dinner before leaving home but also because of the spark of desire felt for Vi at that moment. It would be a mistake to get together with a Zaunite, but it wouldn't have to get serious now, would it? It could totally be just fun for the night, just like all the other ladies she’d managed to woo at events or sneak into her room, right under her parents’ noses.
With that in mind, Cait kept going back to the counter for the next few hours to grab drinks for her friends and non-alcoholic beverages for herself. She didn't want to be inebriated to the point of losing control, although getting Vi to light a cigar up for her while sober was pretty embarrassing in itself. And as much as the group rooted for her to finally get some action, they sure enjoyed the gradual development between the two women without getting involved in their flirting. It was, however, very easy for Caitlyn to go back again and again, as Vi could hold a conversation on any topic thrown at her, and that was something rare even in the finer trenches of Piltovan society. Then again, one would have to be pretty good with people to work behind the counter, so maybe it wasn’t so shocking for someone whose job it was to socialize all day to be so knowledgeable.
As a last thing for the night, everyone at the table expressed the need for something to satisfy their hunger, and since the bar only had sweet things on offer, desserts were the only viable option. That's how Caitlyn found herself staring at the different options written in chalk on the menu above the serving area. Her hands splayed on the countertop for support, her body stretching to make it easier to read the clumsy cursive letters. "Two slices of chocolate cake, an eclair and two cupcakes, please," she ordered without taking her eyes off the menu, the corner of her right eye spotting the figure of someone familiar close-by.
Vi gazed at Caitlyn's elongated body and had to look somewhere else to hide her blush. "Coming right up!" she announced before grabbing a large platter to put the confections on together with some spoons and napkins. For a moment, Vi wondered if the patron's boundaries would be overstepped by putting something extra on one of the pastries. They'd been flirting all night, after all, so something had to give. Confidently, she placed a fresh blueberry on top of one of the cupcakes, hoping that it was what Caitlyn ordered for herself.
Cait relaxed her pose and eyed the two cupcakes quizzically, which prompted the other woman to casually explain, "Only the best for my most loyal customer," Vi winked, with some of her faded makeup revealing more of the person behind the mask.
Caitlyn smiled warmly and tucked some hair behind her ear, which was a pretty obvious sign for the bartender.
"My shift ends in a few minutes. Meet me in the backroom in 10 for one more treat tonight," Vi offered in a flirty voice, bushy eyebrows waggling suggestively.
Caitlyn chuckled with a knuckle brought up to her mouth, as Vi's ability to be so dorky with such threatening makeup on was endearing. Years of practice in Piltovan etiquette saved Cait from paying with shaky hands, although her entire being was shaken. It was usual for servers to be flirty with customers in Piltover, whether there was a hidden interest beyond getting tips or not. Knowing that most were just trying to take advantage of her affluence, Cait never entertained them, opting to just pay for a drink she’d be sipping on for hours on end. But based on their short conversations, Vi seemed to be genuinely interested in her without any strings attached. The rest of the night's budget went on the counter with a wink and a confident "Thank you, I'll be there in ten."
One of the patrons interrupted their staring contest, looking at them knowingly through his glassy eyes, obviously inebriated. "Man, you can cut the tension with a knife over here..."
A fake cough made its way out of Vi’s mouth, while Caitlyn picked up the dessert platter, awkwardly straightened her back, and walked back to her friends like a bee stung her ass. Sighing, Cait put the platter on the table and welcomed everyone to grab their treats, swatting Jayce's hand away when he reached out for the blueberry-topped cupcake. "The other one's yours," she said. Jayce acted mock-hurt and picked up the other cupcake instead.
"What took you so long?" Sky's question could barely be understood through a mouthful of cake, her head no longer covered up in bandages. By now, there weren’t that many people left in the bar, which meant it was acceptable for the ones remaining to discard the more bothersome elements of their attire.
"Don't you know, she's been distracted by someone," Mel interjected as she lifted the eclair off the platter.
"I'm right here?" Caitlyn asked with a toothy grin, the playful look in her eyes denoting that she was just mock-scandalized. "And it seems I’m not done getting distracted,” she said and then looked down at the ground, playing footsie with her own feet. Everyone at the table focused their gazes towards the woman, prompting her to look back up at them, the grin now just a smirk. “I've been invited to the backroom."
Jayce whistled admiratively and carelessly threw his cupcake back on the platter. Mel toasted with her eclair before biting into it for the first time.
"You got invited to do what, now?" Viktor asked through a drunken haze, eyes narrowed as he struggled to focus on Cait’s blurry face. "Vi used to bully everyone when we," he hiccuped before continuing to slur, "when we grew up, y'know? She will probably tie you up in the bathroom and draw a dick on your face."
Sky finished her bite and rubbed soothing circles into Viktor's back upon his head dropping onto the table face-first. "But uh, she's grown up like the rest of us and has always been a responsible person. You know we’d all be happy if you ended up with someone who’s not going to be there just for appearances," she quickly reassured Caitlyn and gave a thumbs up when the latter's face scrunched into a grimace caused by Viktor’s pessimistic comment.
After hearing the reassuring words, a pleased smile replaced the grimace on Cait’s face and her tense fists opened. "Thank you for your understanding. Now, what does 'meet me in ten' mean? Ten what, hours?" The table's occupants laughed at her confusion, save for Viktor, who’d managed to fall asleep now that the music coming from the speakers changed to something less deafening. Piltovan etiquette classes didn't teach her much about casual talk, let alone that of different dialects, and it showed in moments like these.
Jayce choked on his cupcake and recovered a few seconds later, before replying. "Ten minutes, you sheltered fool! Didn't they teach you that at manners school?" A round of laughter erupted, followed by Caitlyn's long sigh.
"Abbreviations of dialects weren’t part of the curriculum, no." It wasn't often that the woman's high status got brought up in their little group, but when it did, they tried to keep it lighthearted so she wouldn’t feel bad about it. Her replies would almost always be something preposterous, to make them stop.
"Your ten minutes are almost up, princess," Mel pointed out and took another bite of the eclair, moaning in pleasure at the taste. “You all should get a bite of this, it’s delicious!”
"Shoot," Caitlyn was startled and grabbed her cupcake from the plate, not wanting to let it go to waste. “I'll be back soon!" she promised as she walked backwards, and then turned to rush towards the backroom. Vi was already leaning against its door, examining her black painted nails with interest as casual whistles left her mouth, face paint now completely cleaned off. She was attractive with make-up on, but in the dim light of the hallway, the woman seemed younger and happier, her natural look matching the dorkiness displayed earlier. To say that this was what Cait had been hoping to see the entire night was an understatement. Lots of people wore makeup on the topside and seeing someone without any, just for a moment, was a breath of fresh air.
Vi stopped examining her nails and looked up when the sound of heels clacking on the floor approached her. The straightened posture of the woman now standing in front of her with hands clasped behind the back seemed to demand an air of respect. Up close, the details of the sheriff uniform looked more refined, as expected of garments for Piltover’s finest people. It was a challenge not to stare at Cait’s bosom while eyeing her up and down, but Vi felt the need to show that she could be in control of herself.
"Hey, Sheriff," she said with a goofy smile, her eyes trying to focus on the light blue irises of the other woman.
Caitlyn’s posture relaxed, but she made sure the cupcake wouldn’t slip from her fingers. Attempting to sound flirty, she spoke in a lower timbre, pearly white teeth poking through. "Looking good, stranger. Lead the way."
Vi tried to pretend she didn’t just see the one in front of her thirst so overtly. Caitlyn’s tooth gap was visible up close, reminding Vi of the one she herself had while growing up. So bothersome was the extra space that whatever cogs got saved up from hustling went into ensuring the gap was no more. She’d started seeing it as an endearing trait as an adult, however, especially when not even people from the rich parts of the realm bothered to hide it. Vi opened the door with a bow, gesturing with a smirk for Cait to get in. "Guests first."
Cait walked in and examined the surroundings like a kitten dropped into its new home, not hearing Vi’s yearning sigh caused by the dimness of green neon lights showering the former’s sharp features. A patched-up sofa lay in the middle of the room with a few blankets neatly folded on top. To its right, there was a mini fridge with a plate of fresh fruit and soda cans on top. A turntable was situated on the wall in front of the sofa, on a small cabinet filled with music vinyls. All of it was encircled by cardboard boxes overflowing with all sorts of items, most belonging to the bar, with the rest looking a bit more personal. Caitlyn Kiramman, renowned aristocrat, was about to spend time alone with a stranger in what looked like a storage room. A stranger who didn’t know her background and, despite the humbleness of the place, tried to make it presentable. Cait could have probably been lured here for completely nefarious reasons, but Sky promised that Vi was good people now, and that was reason enough not to worry.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll put some music on," Vi mentioned absent-mindedly after locking the door behind herself and walking to the pickup player, the sounds from outside the room now distant enough to not disturb them.
Cait put the cupcake on the edge of the fruit plate and grabbed one of the surprisingly nice-smelling blankets to throw on top of the sofa. It's not that its patched-up look was uninviting, but Caitlyn was aware of the risk of catching something in case things would get heated. She shuddered at the thought, then sat down cross-legged as a proper lady would and reclaimed the cupcake.
Caitlyn picked up the blueberry off the dessert and held it between her delicate fingers, eying it with interest. "I assume the music collection here is different from what’s been playing all night?" she asked. The fruit made its way through thin pink lips, its bittersweet taste reminding her of the wild berries she and Grayson used to gather in her childhood. Those were the times when Cait could be her rebellious self, when nobody cared about her nonaristocratic activities or money.
"Some niche stuff like Gang of Poros," Vi replied with her back to the sofa, crouched to sift through the vinyls. "You want to hear 'em?" she asked, head now turned to face Caitlyn.
Unaware of being watched, Cait gave a lick to the frosting, the aromatic taste of vanilla flooding her mouth like nothing else she'd tasted before. A moan of contentment escaped her, after which she looked at Vi, whose eyes were sparkling with mirth and lips contorted in a way meant to bottle up amusement. It was hard to not burst into laughter after realizing how simply enjoying a treat could seem inappropriate, but Caitlyn tried anyway with a grin of her own. "As long as they're not as loud as Plentakill."
A small chuckle left Vi’s mouth at the reference. It was a long time ago those guys debuted in Zaun and went to give concerts throughout the world. "No, no, they're pretty chill. There's this new genre… someone started it in the Lanes a while back, but I'm guessing it never made it to the topside now, did it?" She picked up the vinyl titled ‘Gang of Poros - Transistor' and put it into the turntable. The gentle sound of an electric guitar started filling the room, followed by an accompaniment of a few other instruments, together forming a harmonious tune.
"I suppose not. I’ve never seen them in our music stores," Caitlyn murmured in between bites and put the wrapper next to the fruit plate after finishing the cupcake. She took a moment to take in the music by closing her eyes, head and slender arms sprawled on the back of the sofa. The white beret on her head silently fell to the ground, its absence unregistered by its wearer. "I like it, it's pretty relaxing," she said in a relaxed voice, opening an eye to look to the right when feeling the extra weight of Vi sitting down and shifting so they’d face each other. The latter began dusting off the beret in her hands and was no longer wearing the fighter jacket. "Oh, you don’t need to, it's an old piece I borrowed from my mother," Cait reassured, trying not to get distracted by the muscular biceps, a lot more pronounced than those of ladies in Piltover.
Vi looked at Caitlyn and then down at the item in her own hands, giving it a few more pats. "I want to. You're a guest in my house. My father's, technically, but he's always made me feel like I owned it as much as he did," she said, smile getting wider with each word to reveal a set of teeth as healthy as Caitlyn’s.
The more time the Piltovan spent in Zaun, the more she learned just how much propaganda everyone from the topside grew to accept. Sure, there were a few bad apples who may have tried to rob her group on the way here earlier in the evening, some of which emanated pretty strong odors while trying to sound threatening. However, most minded their own business and didn’t even look their way when traversing the city.
Cait peeked down at the other woman's hands and laid one of hers on top of Vi's calloused knuckles, giving them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to sympathize with how hard it must have been for everyone to keep this bar afloat in a formerly shambling economy. "Sounds like a good father. Is this your room?" she asked with eyes pointing at the surroundings.
"Nope, staff room. Less chances of us getting disturbed in here tonight than in the room I share with my sister upstairs. Sorry it's not up to par with what you're used to, Sheriff." Vi winced apologetically.
Caitlyn hummed and extracted the hat from strong hands, only to place it on top of Vi's head and brush her soft fingers to the other woman's cheek. "I've had fun in worse places, so try me," she said with an encouraging smirk, remembering how the worst place she’d gotten hot and heavy with someone was the smelly bathroom at an underfunded gala. Tonight was definitely an upgrade since it at least smelled of fresh fruit.
The two of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity with Caitlyn’s fingers softly tracing Vi’s hands and forearms, the other hand still occupied with brushing her cheek. Encouraged by the gentle motions, Vi bent over the empty space for a kiss. It was a bit awkward, partly due to the angle they were in. But as soon as the taste of vanilla made it to Vi's lips, she tapped at Caitlyn's legs to make space for herself and straddled the topsider, breaking the kiss in the process.
Cait laced her arms around Vi's neck and pulled her in for another kiss while deft fingers started to unbutton the former's uniform shirt, revealing the lacy lavender bra underneath. Vi traced her fingers on one of the cups and relished in the novelty of its delicate texture, smiling openly into Cait’s lips at the discovery. Caitlyn took the opportunity to shove her tongue into the other’s mouth, meanwhile bringing one hand upwards to play with Vi’s dark hair, strands a lot softer than expected.
Both of them stank of smoke from the taproom, but Cait couldn't bring herself to care this time around. Not tonight, when she could be as reckless as she wished. Vi undid the rest of the shirt's buttons, hands lazily roaming on the freshly exposed skin. The soft touches on Caitlyn’s torso made her breathe heavily while her tongue danced together with Vi’s to the rhythm of the song in the background.
With the hot breath becoming too much, Vi snaked her hands to Cait’s back through the shirt, to find delicate clasps and open them, extracting the lavender bra and throwing it on the sofa in haste. Vi’s freckled cheeks reddened as she pulled herself away to admire the sight, whistling appreciatively before spilling out what she thought constituted a compliment. "You've got some of the finest tits I've ever seen, Cupcake."
Caitlyn covered her breasts with one arm and looked to the side embarrassed for a second, mainly because of the directness of the other. Growing up among so many people deemed beautiful, she never got any sweet names or compliments related to her physique from former partners. And so, she’s never considered herself beyond average or had any endearment term from anyone who supposedly loved her. Her gaze shyly turned back to Vi, her voice barely a murmur. "Tits are the kind of birds I used to hunt with my tutor. Besides, I have a name, you know…"
"Yeah?" Vi asked, lips now brushing teasingly against Cait's neck while their hands fought jokingly for dominance. Once Caitlyn felt comfortable enough to let go of herself, her hands found their way to the lower back of the woman occupying her lap and started caressing the peach fuzz there, pleased with the slight jump caused upon the first touch. Although it was a silent jolt and her flirty tone was still unbothered, Vi's pupils dilated at the pleasant sensation, betraying its effect. "All the times you’ve visited my counter and you've barely mentioned it once. Can’t blame me for forgetting,“ she said in a raspy voice before planting the first kiss on Cait’s neck, “so remind me."
Cait let out a weak sigh of frustration at this person who kept making her feel things, but also in arousal from the butterfly kisses said person was applying to her neck at that moment. She had to admit, the hottie sitting in her lap right now was rough around the edges, but knew how to make her feel special in a good way. She looked at the ceiling and simply replied, "Fine, I shall repeat it for you. Caitlyn." The feeling of lips against her skin stopped at the answer, prompting her to look downwards.
"Caitlyn," Vi whispered with wonder before pecking Cait's lips, receiving a smooch in response. One hand lazily traced shapes on Caitlyn's abdomen while another dared reach for a breast to play with its nipple. They exchanged pecks back and forth until Vi broke away, her head making its way downwards to the other breast.
In between light pants, Caitlyn asked, "And you? I have to admit, I couldn’t hear you earlier, over the music in the other room."
The reply came after a tentative lick of the boob that had been ignored until then. "Violet, but everyone calls me Vi." Another lick, this time in a circle, followed by heavier breaths from above.
"Such a - ah - delicate name for a wildflower like you."
The remark was met with a bite of the nipple, provoking a yelp. The hurtful action was then replaced with a soothing graze of the lips against the little perked top.
"I can be delicate, too. But Zaun can do unfortunate things to people," Vi said, and then resumed the gentle licks and nips from before. The sound of glass shattering on the ground resounded from the taproom, followed by people screaming. Caitlyn froze, stopping her caresses on Vi's lower back, eyes wide in alert. "Don't worry, my father will take care of it."
The sudden break made Cait realize just how much her knees were hurting from holding the weight on top for so long, not knowing how to politely tell Vi to get off her. The current song trickled into the next one, this time around the instruments having a vocal counterpart, the sultry voice of the singer giving her an idea. Before any of them would resume touching the other, Caitlyn let out a fake cough, her cheeks getting red. "No bother, but I can feel my legs fall asleep. Would you mind…" she looked away, her already flushed cheeks reddening a bit more, "getting on your knees?"
A cheeky grin formed on Vi's mouth, before swiftly jumping off the other woman and kneeling on the ground. "Sure, Cup- Caitlyn." She winced, and upon looking upwards, her pulse quickened at the sight of Caitlyn sitting there expectantly with an amused expression on her face, arms crossed over her chest, legs slightly ajar. Vi placed a bold kiss on one of the knees, and then on the other, before nudging at them with a curious nose.
Cait took the hint and parted her legs to make some space and shivered, only now realizing just how cold the room was. Strong yet gentle hands traversed her long, goosebumped legs a few times, and then settled on the outer part of her thighs for a few seconds before pushing her skirt upwards to reveal a pair of lavender panties matching the previously discarded bra.
Vi ogled at the damp spot on the underwear and then up with hungry eyes, asking for permission with one manicured finger already dragging itself languidly above the band. Caitlyn gazed at the hand hypnotized, licking her lips before nodding in approval and raising herself enough to allow for the undies to be taken off. The chill of her naked buttcheeks now held captive by calloused fingers made her steal the beret from Vi’s head and throw it somewhere across the room, feeling the need to dig her hands into the dark locks of hair below.
With a moan caused by the hair grab, Vi slowly made her way to Caitlyn's core, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on soft thighs. Unbothered by the curly hairs tickling her cheeks, Vi gave a brief lick to the clit, being met with a surprised gasp from above and long fingers pulling weakly at the hair on her head. Another lick, and then more, until they'd found a steady rhythm where Vi would trace all sorts of shapes on the increasingly wet canvas of Caitlyn's sensitive skin, while the latter would rock her hips to chase friction with the one buried between her legs.
Within minutes, Cait's moans and yelps had become higher in volume and pitch, almost drowning out the music coming from the turntable and the sound of people playing games in the taproom. As more voices joined fun activities on the other side of the door, Caitlyn's breath became more ragged and whiny, sometimes murmuring Violet's name along with expletives. And although it was clear at this point that people were rooting for some individuals playing pool, it felt like those cheers were for the two women's private moment. Vi took her hands off Cait's buttcheeks and started roaming them on cold legs instead to provide warmth, all the while looking upwards to be met with flushed cheeks, closed eyes, and breasts bobbing in unison with the rocking of slender hips.
The sight of statuesque perfection almost made Vi choke, neck and hands suddenly overcome with a wave of sweat she welcomed without stopping the ministrations. In that moment, she was glad for taking some time to clean off the makeup which would have otherwise caused a mess in between the thighs she was trapped in.
The music stopped after a while, leaving the room's occupants alone with their own sounds of pleasure and the increasing volume of cheers from the taproom. The lack of coherent words from Caitlyn signalized that she was close, directing Vi to cradle her waist for stability. A few more sucks and licks got to tease the swollen clit, a bit more forceful than before, but not enough to hurt. Heavy blue boots wrapped around Vi's bandaged back, hitting it randomly as the whimpers from above became increasingly desperate.
At the same time as a victorious shout emerged from the other side of the door, Cait gave out a sharp cry before releasing the lock on Vi's hair, her legs going slack, flushed chest heaving, head resting defeated on the back of the sofa. The lack of warmth between her thighs went by unnoticed for a few minutes, until her eyes opened and didn't see anyone below, the uniform’s short skirt now covering her privates. She looked around, finding Vi sitting next to her, facing her while eating grapes with a blush on her cheeks and shine on her mouth and around it. It was hard to concentrate on any of the words that came out of Vi’s mouth, the glistening on plumpy red lips reminding Caitlyn of what had happened earlier.
"Around here, we go knocking on people's doors on the Night of Horrors, asking 'trick or treat?' Most open the door with a knife in their hand and reply 'trick' before they try to stab you," Vi explained, sighed in disappointment, and then shoved another grape into her mouth before continuing with a dreamy expression on her face. "But darling, you've been such a sweet treat tonight." She sighed again, this time content.
Caitlyn snorted, glad to at least get called something more normal. "Are you sure it wasn't just the cupcake? I can assure you I'm more bitter than I look."
Vi licked her lips, which were still covered in juices. "Nope, it was all you," she replied with a sheepish grin, which brought some extra color to Caitlyn’s cheeks.
This was one of the most filterless people Caitlyn had ever been intimate with, but also the only one with head game so insane . And in that moment, she wondered whether this caring, hardworking, handsome woman sitting next to her could turn from a one-night stand to something more, Cassandra be damned. All she could bring herself to say was, "Shut up," before kissing the smugness off Vi's perfect, glistening face.