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The thing about sex is that everything is warm. 
The body against you, the comfort of the sheets you're about to be placed on, and the burning desire in between your legs in need of another warmth to pleasure it. Whether it's a mouth, a tongue, or three fingers in deep, the passion behind every movement and thought is warm.
But it was always too fast for her. For Caitlyn.
You are always chasing a high until you become numb. It's a short escapism in a casual occurrence until you're out of breath after the bliss you're chasing. 
Until everything hits you with the release of a tidal wave. 
After that, there's nothing.
Sex is casual. 
Sex almost meant nothing.
Caitlyn tried to find any more sense of worth in it from the bodies she'd ever been with. Even for just a small part of it.
She never thought she'd have sex again after so many mundane experiences and lost hope beyond the impermanence of those moments.
With Vi, though? Goodness.
Time was slow.
Beautifully slow.
Sex then became one thing where you should feel everything. 
Caitlyn feels Vi so much, it's addicting.
She hums and whines every second Vi's mouth is on hers. 
Their tongues were warm, their breaths hot, their bodies flushed.
To think for a moment, she wouldn't get to taste her and now here she is, about to lose her mind with the essence of Vi. Their skins were still damp and cold from the rain. Skin still moist from remnants of droplets from their hairs. But even so, sensations of Vi's tongue feverishly dancing with hers in harmony were so warm her head was in the clouds.
To think that the bed was so near yet here she was, her back against the now closed door, strong arms holding her thighs, still wrapped around Vi's waist. 
They couldn't help it; they had this urge to rush and take it slow. They feel too good on each other to reach the comforts of the sheets. To even give a damn.
Vi could make her cum here if she wanted to. And that seems to be the only fucking plan she's had in mind.
Then Caitlyn remembered that this was Vi we were talking about. The Vi who'll give her what she wants in the best way possible. The Vi who isn't just going to just fuck her and go. The Vi who keeps on giving without any exchange.
The Vi who's going to ravish and fuck her mad while being the most caring person on this very earth.
Caitlyn isn't chasing this particular high as quickly as she can like she used to. 
She wants to cherish all this. 
It's too good to be over this fast. 
It's more than chasing the pleasure of release. 
It's more than how many orgasms she'll be having tonight.
It's a give-and-take; sharing what they could offer with the mind and soul. More than flesh pounding right into each other with no purpose after and leaving the bed cold.
As much as she waited for this, for Vi to be just as needy as she was, her virtue of patience finally made sense to prolong every sensation she could get out of her lover.
Her end goal is to keep this warmth as close as possible. Vi is that warmth.
She might as well drown from it; burn herself and melt into a puddle on the floor.