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“So,” Vi says, picking at the thin sheet covering Caitlyn’s bed, twisting it between her fingers.
“So?” Caitlyn repeats, looking up from her spot on the other side of the bed, rifle in one hand and a cloth in the other.
“Our meeting with Jayce and Mel is tomorrow.”
Caitlyn hums. “So it is.” A pause. “Are you nervous?”
Vi frowns, hating the way Caitlyn reads her so well, even after all this time. “A little,” she says, deciding to be truthful.
Caitlyn shifts, setting her gun down gently as she scoots over to sit next to Vi, a hand coming to rest on Vi’s own, stilling her fidgeting. “Hey. It’ll be okay.”
Vi looks down, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know. I guess… I just need a distraction, is all.”
Caitlyn says nothing, and Vi makes it all of ten seconds before she risks a glance at her. What she finds are gorgeous pools of blue, shaded over like the sea before a storm. Its familiarity sends a shiver down Vi’s spine.
“Distraction?” Caitlyn says, and her voice takes on a low timbre that personally stops Vi’s heart before kick starting it again at speeds that are honestly probably unhealthy.
“Yeah,” Vi manages. Caitlyn hums, and oh, Vi recognizes the look.
She’d seen it yesterday. Multiple times, in fact. Once when Caitlyn pushed her against the wall. Once when she took off her shirt. And once, when Vi went down on her.
Again, oh.
Realization must show on her face, because Caitlyn laughs, beautiful and confident and hot. Her fingers tighten their grip on Vi’s own as she leans in, and Vi meets her halfway, anticipating. Ready.
Their kiss starts off slow, leisurely, even with the undeniable heat behind it. They don’t have forever, but in this moment, it feels like they do. Then Vi adds her tongue into the mix, and she feels drunk at the sound of Caitlyn’s answering moan. She wonders if it’s possible to overdose on this kind of high, to overdose on Caitlyn. If so, she would gladly do so.
Caitlyn’s hands come up to tangle in Vi’s hair as their tongues slide together, and Vi grabs her by the waist, pulling her in. She pulls them closer, closer, closer, until Caitlyn’s straddling her lap, and Vi just has to pull back and admire the view.
Caitlyn’s panting above her, chest rising and falling rapidly as a small whine slips out of her at the loss of contact. Vi quickly latches her mouth to Caitlyn’s neck, nipping and biting and kissing her way down until clothing stops her from moving forward.
“Off,” Vi mumbles as she fumbles with the buttons on Caitlyn’s white shirt, her coat having been shrugged off long ago.
Her fingers slip over the buttons, and she groans in frustration, impatience taking hold as instead, she just brings up her other hand and yanks in two directions, ripping the shirt entirely. Caitlyn’s resulting moan is almost pornographic, her short-cut nails digging almost painfully into Vi’s scalp.
Vi finds her bare underneath, and her hand slides down to thumb at a pebbled nipple as she surges up to kiss Caitlyn again, greedily swallowing her sighs and gasps. Vi trails her lips down, over her jaw, her neck, her chest, littering the expanses of smooth skin with angry red marks.
She pulls back once more to quickly shrug off her own shirt, feeling more exposed than ever at the way Caitlyn looks at her unabashedly and hungry. Moving with more speed and grace than Vi thought possible, Caitlyn quickly stands up – albeit slightly shakily – and sheds herself of her pants and underwear before seating herself back in Vi’s lap and greeting her with a bruising kiss.
Vi’s fingers trail down slowly from Caitlyn’s chest, over the ridges of her stomach before settling above where Caitlyn needs her most.
“Vi,” Caitlyn groans, breathless. Her hands fall down to grip Vi’s shoulders as a slightly apprehensive look crosses her face. “Vi…”
Vi pauses, moving to grip Caitlyn’s hips instead. “What is it?”
Caitlyn purses her lips, though arousal still paints her expression loud and clear.
“What do you need?” Vi tries instead.
Caitlyn sets her jaw. “Spit in my mouth.”
Vi blinks, slightly taken aback. But then her mind flashes to a week ago, when she and Caitlyn were in Ambessa’s tent; the hard set of her jaw and the look in her eyes that she now recognizes as arousal. She grins, wolf-like.
“Open,” she says, grabbing Caitlyn’s jaw in one hand as her thumb rests on her kiss-swollen lips, pushing down and asking for entrance. Caitlyn’s eyes darken impossibly further as she obeys, Vi’s thumb resting on her tongue. “Good girl.”
And Vi does as she’s told, too. She spits into Caitlyn’s waiting mouth, heat rushing to her core when Caitlyn swallows around her thumb. She then pulls her mouth back open and spits one more time, relishing in the feeling as Caitlyn moans around her thumb as she swallows again.
“Vi,” Caitlyn whines as Vi pulls her finger out of her mouth, sounding absolutely positively wrecked.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” Vi says as she finally, finally brings her hand down down down , being met with wet heat. Caitlyn’s so slick that Vi’s fingers slip, struggling to find purchase at first. “Holy shit, cupcake,” she breathes. “You’re absolutely soaked.”
“Vi,” Caitlyn whines again as her exploring fingers gently graze her swollen clit. Her head falls as she buries her face into the crook of Vi’s neck, as if trying to muffle her sounds.
Vi’s purposefully ignores her clit, only sliding against it every once in a while, not enough for what Caitlyn needs. She teases her, circling her entrance before dipping just slightly back inside and coming back upwards to rub circles just shy of hitting the right place.
“Vi, please,” Caitlyn begs as her fingers dig into Vi’s back, holding on like a lifeline.
“Please what?” Vi murmurs with a flick against Caitlyn’s clit that has her gasping into her shoulder.
“I need you inside. Please, Violet please.” Vi shudders at the use of her full name, but compiles, finally sliding a finger into Caitlyn, and is met with another delicious moan. “More,” she pants.
A second finger joins the first, poking and prodding until she locates the soft, spongy spot that has Caitlyn crying out her name. There it is.
Wasting no more time, Vi begins her ruthless assault on the spot, pistoning her fingers in and out to hit it again and again. She pushes Caitlyn away from her just the tiniest bit, allowing herself space to look down and watch as Caitlyn rides her fingers, slick dripping down onto the edge of the bed.
“More,” Caitlyn chokes out. “More, I need more.”
Vi gives her a third finger. It slides in easily, joining as Vi curls up on the inward thrust. At this, Caitlyn moans high and loud, tilting her head back. Vi immediately takes her opportunity and bites down at the junction of her neck. She’s rewarded with yet another moan, and Caitlyn’s hips start to move erratically as she begins grinding down on Vi’s hand in earnest.
It’s not long before Caitlyn’s whines get higher as she tightens around Vi’s fingers, biting her lip in an attempt to stay quiet.
“Hey,” Vi says, nipping at her jaw. “None of that shit. I want to hear you.”
Caitlyn just grinds down harder in response, but her moans start increasing in volume and frequency. “Vi,” she says. “Vi. Vi. I’m gonna– I’m gonna–”
“Are you gonna come for me?” she asks, kissing her cheek softly, a sharp contrast to what her fingers are doing. It’s all Caitlyn can do to nod in affirmation. “Good girl,” Vi whispers, and that does the trick.
Caitlyn’s whole body goes rigid as she cries out, slamming her hips down as her orgasm crashes through her, gripping Vi’s back hard enough to leave marks that Vi will absolutely cherish in the morning.
As Caitlyn comes down from her high, Vi admires her. She admires the flush spanning her whole body, her parted lips, her messed up hair, the marks littering her chest, everything.
“Beautiful,” Vi breathes. “You’re beautiful.”
Caitlyn manages to blush harder. “Shut up,” she says affectionately.
Vi pulls her in for a kiss, running her tongue over the gap in Caitlyn’s front teeth. She’s been wanting to do that for fucking ever, and it’s just as good as she’s imagined.
“You’re so hot,” she murmurs, but she barely finishes her sentence before Caitlyn pulls her in again, grinding down on Vi’s still-clothed thigh, smearing her slick over the fabric. It’s obscenely hot.
Vi gets lost in the feeling, gets lost in Caitlyn. In the plush softness of her lips, the taste of her on her tongue (sweet, like a cupcake), in the small noises she makes. She kisses her until she can’t breathe and then some. Until she drowns and then some. Until she burns up and then some. Her senses flood with just Caitlyn Caitlyn Caitlyn, her lips, her tongue, her teeth.
But right as Vi is about to flip them and pin Caitlyn to the bed, Caitlyn pulls away. “In my drawer,” she says, voice sounding as gone as Vi feels. “There’s… well, you’ll see. I want to use it.”
Vi deftly but gently peels Caitlyn off of her and sets her on the bed before scrambling to said drawer, heart in her throat. Caitlyn laughs, saying something along the lines of being eager. She doesn’t care. If this is what she thinks it is…
Unlocking the drawer with the code Caitlyn gives her, she confirms her suspicions and is immediately rendered breathless. A beautiful blue dildo sits neatly next to a leather harness, engraved with markings along the shaft. She lifts it out of the drawer as well as the harness, turning to Caitlyn, who sits on the bed, biting her lip.
“It’s imbued with hextech,” Caitlyn explains. “That’s what the runes are. It’s so… the wearer can feel every sensation like it’s a part of their own body.”
Vi’s stomach and heart do cartwheels hand in hand. “Oh,” is all she says.
Caitlyn laughs, coy even as she blushes madly. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting.”
Snapping back to attention, Vi quickly steps into the harness, fastening it around her body before she clicks the dildo into place. Immediately, she feels different. Experimentally, she grabs the base with her hand and she shivers at the friction, strange and unfamiliar but fucking amazing nonetheless.
Vi climbs on the bed, kneeling in front of Caitlyn as she tries to get used to the extra weight between her legs. She looks up at Caitlyn, who’s facing her now, and that’s when she knows she’s in big trouble. Caitlyn’s eyes flash as she pushes her hair aside and leans down, and oh, holy fucking shit .
Caitlyn’s hand comes up to balance herself on Vi’s muscular thigh and then her mouth is wrapping around Vi and Vi thinks she just might come then and there. Pleasure shoots up Vi’s spine like electricity, and then Caitlyn sucks and her hands fly to Caitlyn’s hair to keep herself steady, feeling almost ready to topple over at the sensation.
“Fuck, Cait, holy shit,” Vi groans.
Caitlyn hums as she takes her deeper, and the vibrations make her see stars. Caitlyn pulls back, dragging her tongue along Vi’s length as she does so before going back in; Vi honestly thinks she might die.
Vi thinks she’s going crazy, too, as Caitlyn bobs her head up and down, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure coursing through Vi.
It’s too much. It’s too little.
She needs more.
She needs to ruin Caitlyn.
With a herculean effort, Vi’s hands tighten in Caitlyn’s hair pulling her off of her, gut curling at the sight of spit-slicked lips. Before Caitlyn can say anything, she pushes her into the mattress, crawling on top of her.
“We are so continuing that later,” Vi says. “But right now, I’m going to wreck you until the only thing you can remember is my name.”
Pinning Caitlyn’s wrists above her head with one hand, Vi lines herself up with the other, prodding at Caitlyn’s entrance. Slowly, she pushes in, almost overwhelmed at the feeling of Caitlyn around her, squeezing her. When she finally bottoms out, they both moan, and Vi thinks this is where she wants to be for the rest of her life, buried to the hilt in Caitlyn.
“Vi,” Caitlyn keens. “Fuck me.”
Vi doesn’t need to be told twice.
She sets a brutal, breakneck pace, almost growling into Caitlyn’s shoulder as she feels her clench around her, feeling the tip of her cock hit that spongy area once again. It feels different, finding it like this, but it’s a good feeling all the same. Caitlyn’s nails rake down her back as she cries out again and again.
“Fuck,” Vi says. “You feel so good. You take me so well.”
“Vi–!”
Vi cuts her off as she grabs her by the jaw again, grunting with the effort to stay moving inside her. “Open.”
Immediately, Caitlyn’s mouth falls open with a moan. Vi spits, and Caitlyn arches off the bed as she swallows almost greedily. The hand restraining Caitlyn’s wrists slides down to palm at her breasts, almost using them as an anchor as she loses herself in the feeling of Caitlyn surrounding her.
“Fuck, you look gorgeous like this,” Vi says. “Wish you could see yourself…”
She pauses as an idea hits her. Without pulling out all the way, Vi manages to pull Caitlyn up and flip her onto her hands and her knees, and Vi repositions herself behind her. In front of them sits the mirror that Caitlyn always keeps at her bedside. Vi’s always hated it, but now, she kind of loves it.
“Look,” Vi says, taking a fistfull of midnight blue hair and pulling back slightly, tilting Caitlyn’s head up so she can see herself in the mirror. “Look at how beautiful you look, taking my cock. Such a good girl.”
They look like the picture of sin. Marks cover Caitlyn’s neck and chest, and the bottom half of her face is wet with saliva. Her lips are swollen and she’s blushing up to her ears, irises almost black. Vi doesn’t look much better, hunger dripping off her every expression. She wishes she can have this moment framed in time.
Caitlyn moans at the sight and Vi can feel her clench around her, stuttering her movements only slightly before she finds her rhythm again.
“Vi,” Caitlyn whines, her head dropping.
Vi pulls on her hair again. “Keep looking, cupcake. I want you to watch yourself as you come.” She drives into Caitlyn harder, ignoring the searing burn in her abs and thighs, lost in her own blinding pleasure.
“Vi,” Caitlyn chants. “Vi, Vi, Vi Vi Vi Vi.”
Her words turn incoherent as she slurs them, and Vi knows she’s close to orgasm. They both are. Just one last push.
Vi’s left hand snakes down between their bodies and finds Caitlyn’s clit with expert precision. She presses down, hard, and Caitlyn’s a goner. She comes loud and hard, screaming Vi’s name. Her orgasm pushes Vi over the edge as well, hips stuttering as she’s yanked over the edge.
Caitlyn collapses first, but Vi follows not soon after, falling on her side next to her. They lie there for a few minutes, catching their breath.
“God,” Caitlyn starts. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Vi agrees.
Turning over to face her, Caitlyn brings a hand to Vi’s face, kissing her gently. “Thank you, for that. I needed it.”
Vi laughs. “We both did, cupcake. I gotta say, you really outdid yourself there.”
Caitlyn laughs as well. “What can I say? I aim to please.”
“Looks like I didn’t fuck all the snark out of you.”
“Next time,” Caitlyn promises, eyes going almost too soft for the topic of conversation. “Listen, no matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know… I– I love you, Vi. And nothing will change that.”
Vi softens as well. “I love you too, Cait.”