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Vi doesn’t do well with staying behind while Caitlyn goes off to one meeting or another. Caitlyn’s house is too still, silent, and perfect. Vi paces the living room like a caged predator, choking with too much energy and nowhere to put it. She’s wary of even sitting down in those stupidly pristine chairs.
All Vi can do to pass the time is think, and she hasn’t even been very good at it lately. She can’t let herself think too much about her sister, especially without Caitlyn there to pick up her pieces when she inevitably breaks down. The only reliably safe subject to think about is Caitlyn herself.
After the gruesome battle, there was only the relative peace necessary to patch everyone up. The two of them had their fair share of injuries to tend to. Caitlyn had to spend a couple of hours in surgery, but given the fact that she was one of the most important people in the city and that Vi emphatically threatened the doctors to take care of the last living person of all the ones that mattered the most to Vi, it was a success.
Still, both of them needed some time to let their wounds heal, physically or not.
That is not to say they haven’t touched each other since that first taste in a jail cell of all places. In fact, they look for solace in each other’s bodies possibly more often than they should, considering that most nights they end up hissing in pain after grazing a bruise, or pulling on their stitches and bleeding on expensive bed sheets, or just breaking down crying in each other’s arms at some point before, during, or after sex. It is never boring, at least.
So it is safe to say that Vi is eager for Caitlyn to return home. She would kill for a chance to relieve all the pent-up tension of waiting for her, but she would be perfectly content with just some company, a familiar face, Caitlyn’s hand in hers, her smile, that always loving gaze on her.
Finally, she hears the front door unlock and it is equal parts a comfort and a shot of adrenaline. It’s been only days since the two of them started living this routine together, and Vi has already made a Pavlov dog of herself when she hears Caitlyn come home to her. She’s almost salivating, still pacing the living room when Caitlyn walks in.
“Well, you look like you were having fun without me,” Caitlyn jokes when she enters the room and catches the last steps Vi takes before turning around to face her.
There are snarky comments, complaints, and even embarrassingly sweet admissions threatening to come out of Vi, but they all die on her lips when she catches sight of the other woman.
In the end, a feeble “Hey,” it’s all she manages to say.
“Hi,” Caitlyn replies. She’s smiling softly and Vi would dare to guess she’s biting her tongue to keep herself from saying one of those terms of endearment that usually make Vi bristle away from her. “I missed you,” Caitlyn confesses, blushes a little, and immediately turns away and starts babbling her complaints about her latest meeting.
She moves toward a table against the wall, where she starts to put down all the little things she carries with her throughout the day. Badges, weapons, keys, every bit of her uniform that she can drop with a little clatter on that table. It’s close enough to undressing, and Vi already found that little routine to be hot, but there’s something significantly different about Caitlyn this day.
“Vi? Are you listening?” Caitlyn asks, turning away from the task at hand to cross her arms and look at her girlfriend fondly.
She doesn’t even try to sound annoyed in the slightest about Vi’s noticeable lack of investment in Caitlyn’s retelling of a political debate that truthfully bored her as well. She expects her amusement to be matched by Vi, to receive a playful comment, anything other than Vi’s actual reaction.
“Your eye patch,” Vi blurts out, and instantly flinches at her lack of discretion.
“Oh!” Caitlyn exclaims. Her left hand moves to her face and her fingertips just brush the bottom edge of the new eye patch. “That… Right. I passed by the doctor’s office on my way home. I was all ready to leave the medical patch and start wearing this one from now on.”
The patch is blue, of course, and perfectly matches the color of Caitlyn’s new uniform. It sits firmly over her left eye, and three strings come out of it to secure it around Caitlyn’s head, getting lost in her hair, which falls flawlessly over it. Vi can’t quite put into words why the damn thing looks so good on Caitlyn. Shouldn’t it be a painful reminder of everything they’ve lost, and how close she was to losing even more? Or maybe it’s because it is constant and visible proof of Caitlyn’s strength and courage?
Maybe it’s attractive because it’s the closest thing to an imperfection on Caitlyn, although Vi would never call it that, just an irregularity. Vi has always had her tattoos, her piercings, and her handful of scars, but Caitlyn’s face was always so impeccable. Now there is a little something that reminds Vi that Caitlyn is real, human, vulnerable, and alive. It’s a testament that Caitlyn is so far from Vi’s first impression of her, she’s not a dainty princess scared to get her clothes stained, she will fight as hard and as dirty as needs to. She looks older, stronger, and many more things that Vi doesn’t have the words for.
Maybe there’s no need to overthink it at all, just…
“It looks hot,” Vi says, plain and simple.
“What?” Caitlyn scoffs, a familiar sound that Vi still finds adorable. “It does not. It’s a medical device, Vi. Nothing more.”
Caitlyn turns away from her again, but Vi notices that she’s just idly fiddling with her little trinkets on the table. Captivated, unable to look away from Caitlyn’s profile, Vi slowly approaches her.
“Well, looks good on you,” she says.
The sincerity in her tone successfully puts a smile on Caitlyn's face. She turns toward Vi again, but her smile leaves her when she catches the expression on Vi’s face. Her heart starts to race the second she registers that the desire in Vi’s eyes is not only serious, but urgent. Caitlyn’s lips part to reply, but no words come out, only an expectant sigh leaves her.
“So fucking hot,” Vi sighs too, and it’s the last she can manage before closing the distance between them.
She finds Caitlyn’s mouth with her own and kisses her with bruising urgency. Caitlyn’s surprised whimper is divine, and even better when it comes accompanied with enthusiasm that perfectly matches Vi’s actions. Their hands are on each other’s bodies in an instant, and they’re much more eloquent than they can be with words. Vi’s fingers tremble when she runs them down Caitlyn’s spine, afraid to touch too hard or have the body in front of her vanish when she discovers it’s all a dream. Caitlyn’s palms cradle Vi’s face as if she were something delicate, the most precious thing in the world.
And opposite emotions, carnal and burning are also expressed through their touches. Vi’s hands slide downward and grip Caitlyn’s ass with noticeable ardor, pressing their bodies together as close as possible. Caitlyn runs her hands softly through Vi’s short hair, and seamlessly switches to tugging on her hair to bring Vi closer, to angle her face how she wants it to deepen her kisses, and to pull her away enough to get some words.
“Missed me that much then?” Caitlyn says breathlessly.
She smiles at Vi, who gets about one second to revel in the sweet love of that smile before her eyes look up and once again find the accessory in question that got her this riled up in the first place. She is ambushed by an impossible-to-ignore need to see how Caitlyn’s face will look riding an orgasm while wearing that eye patch and, additionally, to feel herself come undone while looking up at her like her.
So, without another word, Vi groans against Caitlyn’s lips and effortlessly picks her up. Vi marvels at the fact that Caitlyn wraps her legs around her waist as if it were second nature. Vi moves them toward the table on the side of the room and places Caitlyn there, careful with her and careless with all the objects she sends down to the floor in her haste. She thinks she hears Caitlyn reprimand her for it, but she quiets it with one more kiss, one more swipe of her tongue into Caitlyn’s mouth, before relocating to her neck.
It is right around that time that their hands start losing their eloquence and start working purely on instinct and desperation. They start tugging on each other’s clothes as if they were a personal offense, and they get to hear a distinctive and not all that unfamiliar sound of fabric ripping when Vi finally gets the honor of pulling off Caitlyn’s pants. She doesn’t mind leaving Caitlyn’s shirt on but unbuttoned, it matches the eye patch anyway. Shirtless herself, Vi sinks down to her knees in front of Caitlyn.
“Are you in a hurry?” Caitlyn asks her, but it doesn’t come out as mockingly as she intends to when she’s biting her lip so eagerly like that.
“Honestly? Yeah,” Vi replies, wraps her arms on Caitlyn’s strong thighs, and sharply pulls her closer to the edge of the table, causing a yelp to come from the other woman. “Want me to slow down, cupcake?”
“No,” Caitlyn answers quickly, but firmly. “Go on.”
Her heels are digging into Vi’s back, urging her closer, and Vi happily obliges. She delights in the feeling of Caitlyn’s soft skin under her lips as she trails teasing kisses and bites along the woman’s thighs. But then, summoned by the enchanting sounds of Caitlyn’s impatient huffs, Vi makes the mistake, if it could even remotely be called that, of looking up at Caitlyn’s face. The unbuttoned shirt, her naked chest rising and falling with every breath, the hair falling over her face, her lips parted and bruised by Vi’s kisses, the eye patch standing out against her pale skin, and her right eye hyper-focused on Vi. From her place between Caitlyn’s thighs, Vi stands no chance at being patient.
Vi dives right in, pressing her mouth to Caitlyn’s center. She laps eagerly at her wetness, groaning first at the taste of her and then at the feeling of Caitlyn’s fingers gripping her hair and holding her in place. Vi gets to know her more and more every time she gets to do this, she learns the pace and pressure necessary to undo Caitlyn with her tongue. That also means she knows the exact ways to make this last longer, to drag Caitlyn’s pleasure and bring her to higher and higher places. It turns out that Vi was in a hurry to get there, looking up at Caitlyn from between her thighs, but she is beyond content to enjoy her time there, with Caitlyn dripping down her chin and her thighs pressing on the sides of her head.
Caitlyn clearly enjoys every second of it, enough to let Vi tease her for a few minutes. She throws her head back and, as much as Vi is enraptured by Caitlyn’s exposed neck, especially when it displays fresh marks left behind by Vi’s mouth, it’s not exactly what she wants.
“Look at me, cupcake,” Vi demands.
As if the brief interruption in pleasure caused by Vi pulling back enough to speak isn’t enough, those words definitely get Caitlyn’s attention. She’s more than happy to comply. Vi makes a delectable sight, working her mouth against Caitlyn with fervor. Her hair’s messy, her eyes often flutter closed as if this brought her even more pleasure than it does Caitlyn, and sometimes Caitlyn will get a glimpse of Vi’s tongue or her damp chin and cheeks and she will blush and gasp at the indecent and addictive sight.
But the definitive best moment of it all is when Vi can’t hold herself back any longer and Caitlyn notices the second that Vi lets go of one of her thighs to move her hand toward her own body. While looking up at Caitlyn and working her tongue against her clit, Vi unceremoniously shoves her own hand past the waist of her pants and underwear at once. She moans louder than before when she gets to rub her fingers against her center, and Caitlyn replies in kind when she feels those vibrations on her core.
“Seriously, Vi?” Caitlyn gasps. “It is just an accessory.”
She swears she can feel Vi smirk while still eating her out. Vi can’t explain herself, even if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied. She limits herself to a raised eyebrow and speeds her movements in a way that predictably has Caitlyn gasping again and bucking her hips forward and into Vi’s eager mouth.
“I’m close,” Caitlyn says through a broken whisper, interrupted by heady whines that she’s simply incapable of holding back anymore. “Keep touching yourself, darling.”
Once again, she gets Vi moaning against her. In this context, the term of endearment is almost enough to undo Vi. She knows Caitlyn can’t see exactly how desperately she’s working her fingers against herself, but something tells her that her girlfriend knows she’s just as close. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she got herself there, but she doesn’t regret it for one second.
Just a couple more heavenly minutes pass, with the room filled with the sounds of every groan and whimper of extreme pleasure coming from both of them. The tension between them keeps growing until Caitlyn’s thighs start shaking, her pleasure takes her breath away, and Vi can feel her coming undone against her mouth.
“Vi!” Caitlyn cries out. Her face contorts with please, her mouth falls open, and she looks just like the utmost expression of pleasure.
Vi keeps working on her, with soft touches, teasing a little, but slowing down, easing her through the waves of bliss. Sooner than usual, Caitlyn finds the strength to reign her focus. She obviously notices the desperation in Vi’s eyes. It reveals that she’s tethering on the edge of a white-hot orgasm.
“Keep going, baby,” Caitlyn said quietly, hand still gripping Vi’s hair. As Vi’s pleasure takes over, she loses herself, she rests her face against Caitlyn’s thigh and closes her eyes, but just then she hears the words that make her come apart. “Eyes on me, Violet,” Caitlyn tells her.
“Fuck! Cait!” Vi yells, complying, and staring at Caitlyn’s gorgeous face unflinchingly looking down at her, gazing straight at her while Vi’s body went through that delicious high.
Finally, Vi gets to stop her movements and get her hand out of her pants. She’s still breathing heavily, looking at Caitlyn, admiring the contrast of the severe-looking eye patch and the adoration in her right eye as she looks down at her.
“Come here, please,” Caitlyn says at least.
Satiated, and happy in a way too sincere for her to want to examine any time soon, Vi moves back up to her feet. Her legs are shaking, but her body can’t possibly feel any better at that moment.
Caitlyn smiles at her and lovingly wipes Vi’s chin with her thumb. Then she leans in and kisses her, still tasting herself on Vi’s lips. They kiss each other slowly now, without a hurry, without any intention to be separated any time soon.
Vi is only compelled to pull back for a moment, just to say, “It really does look good on you, cupcake.” And Caitlyn’s laughter makes the most perfect response and reward.