She didn't expect to be parking her car outside Powder's apartment at four AM.
The skies looked warm yet dim at the same time, but mostly just darkness. Caitlyn was here, dark navy hair still damp and moist fresh from the bath she'd taken thirty minutes ago.
This was quite the development.
Caitlyn thinks, yeah. She gets this for developing a rather peculiar friendship with one of her students. This bond led her to do things out of her comprehension, partially out of her control.
Powder had her fair share of asking her for small favors. This particular one is far from it.
Because, really? Helping her bake cupcakes at four AM in the morning?
That's a bit too much, is it not?
The woman was still considering calling it off and enduring her student scowling at her with crossed arms the next day. It would've saved her the sleep debts and fixed her body clock for the meantime.
The question here is why Caitlyn even agreed in the first place. This whole agreement didn't exactly come out of nowhere given the context of its purpose.
She peers through her car window, narrowing her eyes to see if the building she's parked in front of is the one that matches the picture Powder had sent.
On the other hand, maybe she kinda knows why she decided to go.
It's only been a few days and she's aches to see Vi again. And to add onto that, that implied that Vi is aware that she's allowing Powder to pull Caitlyn out of her bed so early in the morning to bake with her.
It was odd. And the delusional side of her suddenly entertained the possibility that Vi may have missed her too.
Was she waiting for her..?
Fate really loves fucking her hard right in the ass.
Caitlyn hoped she hadn't parked in the correct place so she could reason that she lost her way. But her sight didn't deceive her when the features of the house from the picture exactly matched up with this one.
Great. She really can't reason on bailing out now.
She is on this ongoing battle of wanting and declining just with the thought of Vi.
Caitlyn on one hand wants to see her. She fucking does.
But at the same time, she doesn't want to and not because of Vi but because of herself with Vi.
She's terrified of possibly making the wrong move if Caitlyn happens to see her in the morning.
She takes a glance at the passenger seat, with her folded apron sitting neatly on top of it.
Caitlyn had her phone in the pocket of her tight jeans. She holds it up and (tries to) type her fingers on the keyboard, hoping to God's name that Powder would reply.
(They've been shaking ever since she gripped the steering wheel, the image of Vi's smile making her clit throb.)
Prayers were heard. In fact, it was Powder who messaged her first. The timing had never been perfect and it was the first thing that impressed her this morning.
Powder:
CAITLYN
I can see you from up here!
stay there, k? DON'T GO ANYWHERE
imma be down in a bit to pick u up
we live on the second floor of this shitty building, just so u know
Caitlyn:
Do you realize how ridiculous this whole thing is?
I mean, really Powder? Of all times...
Powder:
Lol
it's nothing that you can't handle, lady
besides, ik you love me. you can't do shit about it >:P
btw, i'm now walking down the stairs
thanks again, cait. you're like, the best.
Caitlyn:
Charming.
You better ace your scores on your upcoming midterms if this date of yours goes well.
Powder:
lady, i don't disappoint
anyways, i see you!
look up, amigo
Caitlyn gets out of her car while grabbing the apron, pinning it against the side of her rib and arm then closing it before leaning her back against it. Exactly in time, Powder finally came into view and pushed through the door to step on the cobbled pavement.
The moment her eyes landed on Caitlyn, they glistened in glee. She was wearing a large oversized t-shirt where the length reached her knees and her hair was unbraided, her notable side bangs still present to frame one side of her face.
She jogs across the empty streets excitedly and Caitlyn gives her a small wave, meeting her halfway.
"I don't get paid enough for this," she mumbles before letting the girl drag her by the arm eagerly to head back inside.
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"'Find the derivative of a function'? Caitlyn, I'm fucking dying just by looking at this sheet." another complaint escapes the younger girl's lips. Powder twirls the tip of her braided hair repeatedly around her finger.
"Calculus isn't your strong feat, Powder. Come on, it's a practice exercise."
"You sure you printed an activity sheet? 'Cuz I feel like this is my death certificate. I think I'm having an aneurysm."
"Don't be too morbid. And I am confidently sure that I printed Calculus questions."
"This is torture."
"I'm helping you!"
"Ugh, miss-" Powder throws her head back before quickly slouching in her seat. Her left arm hugs her left knee up near her chest while she writes with her right, and her forehead creases showing signs of concentration and stress. "I can't believe Vi told you my weakness and you're using it to your advantage. This is all part of some wicked plan you two came up, didn't you?"
"I already knew what your 'weakness' was before she even said a word about it," Caitlyn states as a matter of fact, another notable thump from her chest starting to swell and flutter the butterflies in her stomach.
"Now you're defending her? Sheesh. My two older sister figures teaming up against me, who knew?!" Powder teases, the back of her palm touching her forehead while sighing dramatically. "What a cruel world. I hate you, traitors."
Right.
It had been a few days since Caitlyn had interacted with Vi from the grocery store. Which is just as equivalent to how long her mind's driving her crazy with not-so-appropriate thoughts.
Vi's absence was making Caitlyn long for her.
It's odd; to miss someone she barely knows but is incredibly horny for. Caitlyn realizes how pathetic that sounds and she fights the groan trying to escape her throat.
She should've sucked it up and asked for her number but no! Her cowardice had to get the best of her.
This wasn't even an issue in the past. Caitlyn could get ahold of anyone's number if she asked after learning that to most women, she was hard to say no to. As if it was even an option when at the end of the day, women already had their interest piqued both in and outside of the bedroom.
Caitlyn is hot.
She fucking knows that.
It doesn't take that long for anyone to spread her legs in front of her and come begging to whisper in her ear to fuck them until they can't think. The feeling always happens to be so damn mutual.
But it doesn't make her less of a weakling for backing out to have a chance at getting in touch with Vi.
Vi had consumed Caitlyn in her every waking moment. She had yet to appear in Caitlyn's dreams to drive her even crazier.
The idea of asking Vi's number through Powder appeared in her train of thought more times than she could count but Caitlyn didn't act on it. She would never use things to her advantage like that.
"You'll thank me later if Hoskel gives you a passing grade," Caitlyn remarks.
"Even if I will, this is still child abuse. And also, Hoskel fucking sucks, I hate his old ass. He has some fucking beef with me when I ain't even doing shit!" Powder points the tip of her pen at her for a quick second from that reply, which makes her tutor send her an unimpressed look.
"I know he sucks. But getting through his period easily will make you feel a bit better, no? The only 'abuse' I'm doing to you missy is giving you a good brain exercise."
Powder chuckles, rolling her eyes with this usual banter. She knew she had no choice but to trust Caitlyn's judgment. One way or another, she does make studying fun for her because being a little rascal around the woman is the extra cherry on top.
Despite it all, having these moments with Powder unexpectedly became an important part of her life that she can't bear to lose if she kept wondering how good would her older sister push her fingers into Caitlyn's pussy mercilessly, timing her thrusts into a stimulating rhythm.
The following nights after her interaction with Vi got Caitlyn's imagination busy and bothered.
Her voice helplessly whimpering Vi's name against the fabric of crumpled pillows and messy sheets, sounds of her pleads and begs to vanish into thin air as they bounce off the walls.
Caitlyn swore she could've heard Vi's voice in the lowest, cunt-dripping tone while she finger-fucked herself, knuckles deep that made her moans louder during those nights.
That voice was praising her, edging her to her limit...
'I'm fucking you good, aren't I, baby?' her imaginary voice said, making Caitlyn so lost in herself and nod desperately in response like the good girl she can be.
As if Vi was there in the fucking room.
"Just so you know, last time I checked, I do have a brain."
"Use it for a few minutes so you can rest after." her tutor reassures her with the promise of a break, determination flashes through Powder's eyes and considers the deal shaken and done.
"Fine. Get me some Snickers while I'm at it, teach?"
"In a moment, dear. I'll get them from the desk."
"Noted!"
Caitlyn smiles for the whole moment, sighing as she pays attention once more to her phone. She was keeping an eye on Powder, which was a necessary given considering her job. The task that was given to her was ten problem-solving questions on a worksheet with unlimited time for her to solve and write.
Her using her phone just came into the moment so that she could have something to do before Powder finishes solving. She'd pay attention to her if she asked a few questions of course.
And what could have she been looking at her screen to kill the time?
Easy.
Vi's Instagram.
The problem is...
It's a private account. And they aren't friends.
So she couldn't see the photos she had posted. The only way for it to be viewable is by sending a friend request.
She sneers to herself.
If Caitlyn had experienced face-to-face proximity to the woman she couldn't get the number of, what kind of non-existent guts would make her finger shoot her shot and tap the follow button?
Her username is @_ViLane_ , simply enough. It was short and brief in comparison to her younger sister's username which was: @monkeybombs_jinxpowderlane
Caitlyn found the contrast cute. Vi's direct simplicity? She found it alluring.
A lot about Vi is attractive. The epitome of her in general is what Caitlyn can't get enough of. What caught her eye was the one underneath her profile picture.
Where she realized Vi was short for her full first name.
Violet Lane .
She should've expected that already. Caitlyn felt a strong fondness for it.
It fits her.
She would know how she stumbled upon her profile almost immediately by scanning through Powder's list of following. Caitlyn took the time to scroll because, in certain circumstances, she was taught how to be patient. Good things that are meant in your life can't escape one's willingness to wait.
That's why she found the small icon of Vi's profile pic and tapped on it: the image of her slightly looking to the right side, eyes trailing downward and the side of her hair bangs almost covering the view of her left eye, her skin being sun-kissed, highlighted by the rays of a sunset.
Goodness, she doesn't deem herself a stalker but who knew one sexy woman could change the way Caitlyn is acting and realize a craving that had been absent in her poor sorry love life?
Caitlyn had become mutuals with Powder for a while now during the time she went on a rambling spree upon stalking Ekko's account.
His Instagram feed was only full of candid pictures of him skateboarding and reels of his tricks that Powder had to flex to her.
At that same time, that's where she also casually mentioned that it wasn't only her family that had decided to move from Zaun into Piltover but also one of Vander's closest colleagues as well. Benzo, was it?
It was surprising to find out that Powder and Ekko had always been childhood friends because not even once had anybody mentioned that part to Caitlyn.
It was even heartwarming when she learned both received the news of their scholarships at the same time and the whole crew celebrated back in Zaun a week before packing.
Caitlyn couldn't hold the smile on her face, unable to resist how adorable this potential love story is.
'He always saw me as a friend.' Powder would say, even when it's clear as day that in some pictures and stories from her Instagram highlights, it doesn't take an idiot to see how close they were. The eyes are bad liars as well given how they look at each other like they're each other's trophies.
Relationships like that made Caitlyn a bit envious. Even if she wasn't supposed to be.
"Ya know, I don't have classes tomorrow..." Powder suddenly brings up a topic, keeping her focus intact. Caitlyn snaps out of it and averts her eyes from her phone to the teen in front.
"Powder. It's the weekend, what do you expect?"
Powder could only nod, biting the inside of her cheek for feeling some sort of anticipation that Caitlyn was missing out. She keeps her eyes on her, patiently waiting for her student to take her time and not pursuing a conversation out of the moment.
She writes a few more times which took a couple of seconds before putting her pen down.
Caitlyn puts her phone down next, gazing at her expectantly. And now, she's seen fiddling with her thumbs nervously, lips pursed to keep herself from...grinning?
That was suspicious.
"Powder, did you get into trouble?"
"Huh? What, no! Why would you say that-"
"Then why do you look like you're about to commit arson and you're excited to tell me?"
"Ekkofinallyaskedmeout." Powder muttered a confusing word.
Caitlyn furrows her eyebrows, confusion written on her face which only got the teen to keep her leg on the chair from fidgeting. She hugs herself tightly and the blush on her face emphasizes what she meant.
"Pardon?"
"Ekko." Powder covers her mouth with a hand this time, hiding the stupidest cartoony grin showing on her face. "Finally asked me out."
"On a date?!"
"On a date, BABY! Cue the damn confetti! Woo hoo! UP TOP!" Powder yells, her voice giddy that felt like colors spreading across the room, and raises her hands, feeling her accomplishment the best that she could. Then, she gestured Caitlyn to give her a hard high-five which she gladly obliged, the sound echoing across the room.
" That's great! I'm happy for you!"
" Powder, one! Caitlyn, zeroooo!"
Caitlyn couldn't even bring herself to be annoyed at that.
"I wasn't aware we're counting points. But I'll let this slide."
"That's why you gotta help me. We're meeting up tomorrow in the afternoon! Fuckity, shit sticks, I'm nervous-"
"And what's there for me to help? Give you love advice? I'm not exactly the appropriate one for this." the older of the two tease. But the mood changed when Powder shook her head and was now looking at Caitlyn seriously for a brief moment, hesitation once again affecting her body language.
The next question that is being asked of her is where she knew Caitlyn was more involved than she thought she would be.
"You know how to bake, right?"
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Time check: 4:17 AM.
They already got working, no questions asked.
Despite how early it still was, Powder still worried about the time limit they had despite Caitlyn already reassuring her that her date was still a few hours away. The teen kept gripping her hair and looking at the clock stuck on their wall occasionally because of it.
Caitlyn on the other hand upon witnessing this is making sure her student doesn't have a seizure.
At one point, she playfully scolds her when Powder remarked about skipping classes because she would only be attending her minor subjects which she doesn't prioritize much despite handling them single-handedly like a pro.
Caitlyn might've done the same thing at her age maybe once or twice but she isn't going to encourage Powder to do such a thing. She's still a professional not an enabler of chaos.
"Vander's back in Zaun. He's visiting Uncle Silco for the meantime so it's only the four of us here for the next couple of days so we got the place all to ourselves."
No wonder, Caitlyn takes a good time to look around. Her heart calmed down the moment the ambiance of the whole place was peaceful at best.
"So you're taking advantage of your father's absence to fool around?" she gives Powder a knowing look, the girl's composure starting to falter.
"Hey! Jeez— well if you put it like that—"
"Lighten up. I'm just messing with you." Caitlyn pats Powder's back. Now watching the teen pull out transparent bowls by the small kitchen island and whisk from designated drawers. She lets the teen inspect the fridge, curiosity getting the best of her to start strolling around.
"My personality's rubbing off on you now, huh?"
"Unfortunately so." Caitlyn again takes the place all in.
She would honestly describe it as comfortable. The living room was the most spacious while the kitchen was small. Then two doors that would most likely be each of their bedrooms. A few big and small canvases that were painted with chaotic harmony hanging by the wall, obviously made by yours truly given with the signature of the artist in every bottom right piece.
A lot of things Caitlyn sees are what she takes note of to help her thoughts stray away from the nervousness building up in her abdomen with the fact that her sister is literally in one of these rooms, still fast asleep.
Like the treadmill, by the corner that's almost next to the wall and the sturdy canvas holder on the opposite of it where dried-off paint had been stained on its wood.
Yes. Interesting. It totally refreshed her mind and soul to ground zero.
She happened to feel more embarrassed when Powder could practically hear her thinking.
"If we finish early, my brothers wouldn't have to bump into you here."
"That's...not an issue for me?"
It wasn't exactly the issue, Caitlyn had meant to say if she decided to be an honest person today.
"Really?" Powder had grabbed the butter from the fridge and closed it with the heel of her foot, placing it next to the bowls. "Then why do you look like you're nervous—unless I'm just seeing shit."
Do I?
"Yes, you're just seeing things because you're too whipped," Caitlyn says with a tight-lipped smile. Gaslighting? The best solution. "Really, Powder. I couldn't care less if your brothers are here or not. I bet they're lovely."
"They're annoyingly lovely shit sticks, is the right term." Powder corrects, always needing to specify what aligns with her perspective in accuracy. "Claggy mostly sleeps in at his girlfriend's and Mylo happened to just crash there last night. The reason? I got no fuckin' clue. He probably partied hard like crazy."
"And what about...Vi?" Caitlyn couldn't help herself. "She's here, correct?"
Thankfully, Powder doesn't notice her painfully blatant interest when her thumb casually points to one of the closed doors. She then makes a napping gesture with her palms and a quiet snore but still dedicates an explanation for her to get the full idea.
"Fast asleep. The challenge here is that we're not supposed to wake her."
Her frown was apparent, lips parting in confusion.
"What? Why so..?"
"Yeahhhhhhhhhh—" Powder hisses through her teeth, shrugging her shoulders cheekily and in shame knowing she left an important significant detail out. "So I kinda, sorta, maybe lied."
"What do you mean—"
Oh. Caitlyn is fucked.
And not in the context she wanted to be fucked.
"She didn't know that you were coming. And she's gonna go after my ass for forcing you to wake up early and making you help me like this but hey! That's future me's problem—anyways, let's start..?"
I really am not getting paid enough to survive this.
Vi doesn't know and Caitlyn isn't prepared to talk to her if that's the case—
"Powder—" Caitlyn whisper-shouts at her and the girl starts muttering tons of short sorrysorrysorry's! while shushing her to keep their voices down. "Oh— you are unbelievable—"
No wonder the whole thing felt odd for Caitlyn with the idea of Vi being a bit too okay with this.
She doesn't know!
"Yeah? And you still love me for it!"
"I do but— God, if your sister forbids you from tutoring because of this—"
"Hey, she won't! That's Dad's call!"
"Well, why didn't you tell her?!-"
"I just didn't want to hear her say that I shouldn't bother you like this early! Yeah, she loves me to death but she cares about other people. Relax, she isn't that strict! Hell, this isn't gonna be an issue. She'll just be surprised! Come on, she's not an early bird! She gets up late and if we finish early, you're lucky enough to leave the crime scene so can we please start?"
Caitlyn felt like she was sneaking drugs in school. Without anything to reply, she rushes to Powder's side by the kitchen to start working immediately as the stifled giggles of her student clouded the ambiance of the room.
"Does Vander know at least..?" She had to ask once more. Her nerves were relieved when Powder reassured her with a nod, grinning cheekily that reached her ears.
"He was the first one to know, I swear."
At least the higher authority can vouch for her. That's all that matters.
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Time check: 4:39 AM.
"The next time we're going to pull something like this—which I hope not—could you at least give me a heads up?" Caitlyn asks of her while mixing the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in the largest bowl with a spoon. She wanted to count on Powder to trust her enough and not spare the most significant details for the sake of her composure.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Caitlyn focuses on her task while Powder does hers; placing the cupcake sheets neatly in each row of the cupcake pan.
"If it's any reassurance, you know how kind my sis is. This stunt is nothing new to her and I've done wackier shit. She did say you're nice so her seeing you here will just be a slap on the wrist for me."
"I guess it won't be a problem, Powder. Thanks for letting me know."
"See? We're just makin' cupcakes for my boy at a really early time..! And it's not like I'm sneaking hot people into my room unlike someone else over here. Keep them damn hormones down, girl."
Without looking, Caitlyn sees the smirk and eyebrow wiggle on Powder's expression. She quietly chuckles at that. Touché.
"I didn't realize we're a bit alike than I think..."
"I'm no womanizer, woman. What the fuck do you mean by 'we're a bit alike?'" Powder snorts, shaking her head whilst continuing her job. "Only thing we have in common is that we're hopeless romantics and smart bad bitches who can rule the world if we wanted to, Caitlyn."
"My apologies for not giving the time of day to consider world domination."
"Forgetting your British roots, girl? Wow. The world is healing."
Caitlyn choked out a yelp and laughed at that clever joke. The baking process was going well as she expected and despite how jarring the whole setup is...
She was happy.
So happy that it almost convinced her that Vi waking up at any moment would go as smoothly as the butter she was about to mix with the sugar.
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Time check: 5:10 AM.
Caitlyn and Powder held the tray together. They didn't need to but they wanted to. Parts of her apron were stained and her cheeks were also stained with...well— some flour.
At some point prior, they had engaged in war when Powder started blowing flour in Caitlyn's direction. It didn't take a second to consider both parties are competitive as hell. The ending? They look like a complete mess.
"I definitely won."
"How on earth do you feel accomplished after we've wasted so much flour?"
Caitlyn frowns as they insert it inside the oven and close it. They look at the mess they made, the used bowls, spoons, and whisks laid there messily on the kitchen counter with residues of baking powder and other ingredients they've used scattered carelessly.
"I'll wash." Powder said.
"I'll try to clean up." Caitlyn followed.
They agreed in unison and started working until the cupcakes finally dinged.
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Time check: 5:38 AM.
"You sure you didn't come from a family of bakers?"Powder sticks her tongue out, deep in concentration to apply the frosting on each cupcake as perfectly as she could.
She had suggested (forced, really) Caitlyn to finally rest and settle on the couch while she did the finishing touches, engaging in their usual banter to pass the time.
"If I did, you wouldn't be passing in Calculus this semester."
"Okay, ego much?"
Caitlyn shrugs, waving her hand and shaking her head. "But no. Baking was a hobby. My father's the cook in the house and baking isn't exactly his strongest feat. So I tended to help him when I was young. The only thing we could bake were...well, cupcakes."
"Sounds to me your dad's your mom's wife."
"You're not entirely wrong." another shrug. Talking about her family was usually a once-in-a-while thing. But it's comfortable to be vulnerable when she opens up to some parts of her home life. It wasn't perfect but there were moments she could still count. "He's a good man."
"Word." the teen snaps her fingers, pointing her finger up in the air in sass. "He raised you well, lady. At least some Pilties are redeemable."
"You can say that again."
This whole place. It's comfortable like this. It felt...homey.
Perhaps in another life, Caitlyn could've had this in her early years if things were different. She's sure as hell wishing it is no—
"Powder?"
The click of the door from one of the rooms got the two to look at each other in panic. Vi's voice.
Caitlyn's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her skull and she felt helpless, trapped on this couch. Unable to move, her panic reaches Powder, giving the woman the same expression as the piping cone slipped from her fingertips and fell on the side.
What am I supposed to do?! Caitlyn's hands desperately asked, her face doing all the talking.
Just relax, let her see you! the teen mouths the words back, calming Caitlyn down with a gesture of her palm to stay put in her place.
The door fully opens and reveals—
"Heyyyyyy! Morning, sis!— OH, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Powder was about to play this situation cool but the yell of her cursing even faltered Caitlyn's attempt at being calm and keeping herself together.
Whatever strength that remains in her body should've vanished the moment her eyes landed on Vi:
whose eyes were barely open to see the two, only wearing a sports bra and boxer shorts. The sight of her abs alone which were godly toned and hard six-pack would've opened Caitlyn's legs wide and open in a jiffy.
Who knew the third time seeing Vi in person would be her, all in her almost naked glory right in front of Caitlyn?
She's sure as hell isn't dreaming when her brain goes haywire and doesn't try to hide the worse blush that spreads throughout her face. Caitlyn had to immediately look away, eyes landing on one of Powder's canvases.
Yes. These scattered paintings are definitely helping to keep her hormones going wild.
She wanted to fucking scream.
Powder's doing all that work for her.
"Christ— VIOLET!"
"Pow, why are you—"
Caitlyn doesn't look at her. She fucking can't but she knew when Vi's sentence didn't finish, her eyes would've widened in the same shock that she was in.
Truly a historical moment in her whole twenty-five years of living.
"VI, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! WE HAVE A GUEST!"
"Shitshit, sorry—" The door shut loudly once more, indicating that Vi went back inside.
Powder scrambles in her place ends up tripping from nothing on the floor and stands up immediately after the embarrassing display. Caitlyn finally looked at Powder, scowling at the teen with a: What did I tell you?! expression.
She ignores it and heads straight to the bathroom to grab something. It was a tank top, something that her sister could wear, anything. The situation felt like cleaning a crime scene, removing every evidence of it.
But Caitlyn who has a good memory? Vi's abs are permanently a tattoo in her brain.
She can't just forget seeing that display. Caitlyn, now with her pussy serving as her brain for a quick moment is imagining a vivid vision of her riding her dripping wet pussy against Vi's abs into oblivion.
'You ride me so good, Cait.'
'You look pretty up there.'
'All for me, baby?'
"VI!" Powder knocks on the locked door. "I got your damn tank top! Just pick and wear some damn shorts— anything, please!"
"You think that's not what I'm doing?!"
"Just open the door, fat hands!" Powder shoots Caitlyn a guilty smile and the door opens slightly, enough for her sister to throw the piece of clothing inside and right after her face, earning an oof from the woman. "You're welcome!" she chirps before closing the door again by pushing the whole weight of her back into a shut.
And Caitlyn is wondering how in the hell is she still alive.
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A few minutes have passed.
Caitlyn and Powder were on the couch, sitting in silence. Powder had decided to finish frosting the remaining cupcakes in a bit. Now, they're just waiting for Vi to come out of that door fully clothed, a needed conversation to be expected.
Caitlyn doesn't know where she stands in this...involvement.
Is she the one going to apologize or would it be the other way around? Will Vi have to kick her out—
The door opens, finally. Tension in the air is still thick it's a miracle nobody has choked when they breathe. Then again, that mostly applies to Caitlyn who is scratching her nails on top of her thighs enough to keep herself in the moment.
"Morning, you two." Vi steps out while rubbing her eyes then scratching the back of her head to her nape, her fist's knuckles resting on her hip.
"Heya, sis! You uh- woke up early today, huh?" she chirped. Vi had chuckled, voice low and sarcastic. Her eyes finally open, enough to look at the two for judgment.
"Yeah. Heard a few noises." Vi turns her head to look at the kitchen, smiling that the answer is still inside the house. "Wonder why."
"Yeahhhhhhh. Me and Cait had way too much fun."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Vi steps forward a bit and the fist on her hip reveals a key when she uncurls her fingers. In an instant, Powder trusted her instincts when her sister tossed it, catching it mid-air with a loud clasp of the teenager's hands.
"What is this?" Powder takes a good look at the key.
"Use my motor." she pulls out her wallet, making Powder catch it with one hand this time. Caitlyn watches the scene unfold before her eyes, feeling more of a stranger as each second passes.
She should speak. Say something. She knew she was being a bother so might as well open her mouth before standing up to walk out of the doo—
"Buy us some takeout. Make it three. Caitlyn's staying for breakfast." Vi says, giving her sister the chance to do so with an approving nod. Her eyes, though still tired from just waking up and having to exert the sudden energy from earlier's panic, dart over to Caitlyn, gauging her reaction.
"Really?!" Powder beamed.
"Yes."
She doesn't know what she looks like at that moment but might as well take a guess that Caitlyn is looking at her back like she's been dying to kiss her.
"You aren't gonna cook, sis?"
"No." Vi points to their fridge. "Unless you want Caitlyn to eat one of our leftovers?"
"Duly fucking noted, sister." Powder stands up, smiling this time with no more hint of nervousness, and jogs halfway to hug her sister.
Vi hugs her back with one arm before spanking her in the head with a heavy palm. "We're gonna talk about this later, by the way. Why on earth did you make Caitlyn come by to do whatever this is so early?"
"Viiii, I'll explain it laterrrr. You two love me! Isn't that reason enough?" Powder points out, wrapping an arm around Caitlyn who could only smile, feeling too out of place for her liking. "Oh, Caitlyn! You're so gonna love the food, I promise you. There's this Chinese restaurant that—"
"Powder. Food. Now." Vi reminds her, fighting the urge to smile and keep her face neutral. "You can talk to her later."
"Oh, okay! You aren't mad at me, right?" Powder asks, rushing into Vi's room to grab the helmet.
"What? No. Why would I be?"
"See, Cait! Told you she isn't that strict!" she says, satisfied that she'd proven her point.
"What is that suppose to even mean—"
"And that's my cue! Toodley—doooo~! I'll be back before you guys know it! Oh and Vi," Powder was finally ready to pass by the door until she stopped to give one piece of favor. "Make Caitlyn feel welcome, please? Take care of her for me."
Caitlyn felt like she was breathing harder. Vi didn't take her eyes off her, her presence now the apple of her eye.
Vi is making it hard not to make Caitlyn open her legs wide for her and only her. Her voice leaves Caitlyn's imagination to take its toll and create the voices inside her head.
'I'll take care of you so well, baby.'
'Fuck, you're good.'
'So tight.'
'Look at you.'
'So damn pretty.'
'Suck my fingers, Cait.'
'Oh, baby.'
"I promise," Vi says sincerely, giving a thumbs up. "I got your girl."
"Love ya, Vi!" Powder shoots a wink and rushes out the door. Leaving the two women in their little bubble.
Silence.
Silence.
A cough.
Vi's lips against her knuckle, then rubs her eyes once more. Clearing her vision, her mind; things that Caitlyn is incapable of doing around her presence.
"And then there were..." Vi trails off, massaging the bridge of her nose. "Two..."
Somewhere in the middle of the quiet, it became comfortable enough for Caitlyn's heart rate to calm down and laugh sweetly.
This whole thing is ridiculous. Here she is, still on her dirty apron, sitting on their couch with Vi still not even half-awake to comprehend what her senses should be comprehending.
Two imperfect people in one room. There was a fondness to it. So they laugh like they have known each other for decades. Caitlyn blushes. Not out of malice this time but out of the authenticity of the other.
Vi is sexy. But she's also adorable. An impeccable combo.
Caitlyn.
Can't.
Get.
Enough.
"We really should stop meeting like this." Caitlyn brings up, putting a hair behind her ear. Vi agrees with a hum. "Not being in the best appearance and all that. B-But you look good though! Better than what I look like right now, at least."
Nailed it.
"I beg to differ." she greets back, the same way she used to. "You look nicer."
Nicer.
Nicer is good.
Things with Vi always felt like new territory; a candy store around the block that she could always feel welcome coming back to over and over.
"What brings you here? Powder better have a good fuckin' reason." the woman asks again, Caitlyn gulps.
"Ah. I'm assuming you don't know?" she asks, genuinely. Caitlyn's nervousness was gone the moment this conversation made her feel light-headed.
Talking to Vi was easier than what her worries made up to be.
How could she not have asked for her number if it could be this simple?
"That Ekko asked my little sister out on a date? Guess I don't." she jokes.
Fuck, Vi's kindness is killing her.
She is exactly a woman of her word for taking care of Caitlyn like this...
(She keeps in mind to print Powder easier Calculus questions for their next sessions as a thank you)
"She told you?"
"Little man did." Vi goes her way to sit down on the couch as well, in the farthest end opposite to where Caitlyn's spot is, resting her elbows on her knees. "Ekko, I mean." she clarifies for further context. "It's a nickname. We're all close. Pow didn't share a thing. I wouldn't force it out of her if she didn't want to."
"As I've heard." She covered her face with a dirty, flour-covered hand but it didn't matter. She was still ashamed of the whole not-exactly-bad ordeal from earlier: Vi's abs.
"I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly. In my defense, I thought you knew that I was coming."
"Hey, no need to apologize. It's my fault. I have a bad habit of walking around like that." Vi explains her side casually. "But not around my brothers, obviously. I happen to do that with prior knowledge of them not being around. Clagg's with his daughter at his girlfriend's and Mylo couldn't get home so Claggor handled his ass last night. The drunkard that he is."
Think of friendly thoughts, Caitlyn.
Don't you dare push another image into your dirty little head.
Vi's naked body every morning? Psh. What is that, am I right?
Can you eat it?
...
Dammit.
"It's nice to see you again, you know."
"In my almost naked glory?" Vi smirks.
Caitlyn's cheeks turned beet red for the millionth time and Vi laughed at her. She couldn't even be mad because her laugh is fucking precious and music to her ears.
She did not expect to be teased. (Despite most of her imagination about Vi is where she's flicking her tongue barely in her wet entrance, circling that warm tongue around her clit and stopping her hips from thrusting into her mouth.)
"I'm sorry. I had to. I'm joking."
"I can see where Powder got some of her humor from." Caitlyn points out, swooning when Vi flashes a smile.
"Oh, that part? That's got nothing to do with me." Vi shrugs, shaking her head to be replaced by a genuine adoration for her sister. "She's her own person. And the damn coolest. I'm proud of her."
"The feeling's mutual. I couldn't agree more."
"Glad we're on the same page." Vi rests her back on the couch. Caitlyn sits properly, watching her from the corner of her eye until- "Anything I can do to help then, cupcake?"
"Cupcake?" Caitlyn turns her head to face Vi. "You mean, me?"
"Yeah. You."
Oh.
"I doubt those cupcakes are gonna decorate themselves," Vi added, chuckling at Caitlyn's reaction. The fucking teaser that she is. "I should help. You came all your way here this early and it's the least I could do."
The woman stands up from her place and Caitlyn forces herself to get back up on her composure before Vi plays with her worse.
(But don't get her wrong. If Caitlyn was bold, she would've loved for Vi to fuck the confidence out of her...)
"W-We can finish frosting the rest before Powder gets back." The two head towards the kitchen, and Vi picks up the piping bag Powder had left beside the cupcake pan.
"Let's get started then." she smiled at Caitlyn before starting to work.
And if Caitlyn just had the confidence to think straight (haha), it would've been possible that Vi was trying to flex her muscles and call her out for it with a flirt. But she helplessly just trails her eyes on every curvature of that bicep.
To redeem her self-consciousness, she convinces herself that Vi's showing it all for her.
Caitlyn secretly wishes Powder would take a long time to come back. She didn't expect to have some alone time with Vi.
Were there any complaints?
Of course not.
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slight spoiler: cait's gonna meet the siblings :)
you go, girl.
The next chapters may take a while to get published! Stay tuned for the next and thank you for reading!