Baby you're sick, I want your love

She descended on Vi like a goddess, kissing deliberately off-centre of her lips, landing on the right side of her chin before trailing downwards to suck gently at her neck, reminding Vi of what she so desperately wanted but couldn’t have. She was really regretting not wearing that jacket right now. She missed having Caitlyn’s soft lips on her, twirling their tongues in tandem and licking that adorable tooth gap between Caitlyn’s upper teeth. 

Sensing her dismay, Caitlyn squeezed her bicep comfortingly, but not without looking up at her for a second, the smile on her face spelling out “I told you so”.

“Hands up,” Caitlyn commanded more than said, and Vi threw her arms back with enthusiasm, fingers twitching in the air. “Good.” Then, tantalisingly slow, she began rolling up her shirt, the flat of her palms pressed against her toned stomach, moving up as more and more skin became exposed. 

Caitlyn bunched her undershirt up and under Vi’s chin, then leaned back to take in her topless form. The cold night air caused small goosebumps to pebble across her chest and Vi wished Caitlyn could just hurry up already, but the other woman seemed to be enjoying watching Vi squirm. 

“Are you cold?” she asked sweetly.

Vi just looked at her pitifully in response, arching her back off the mattress. 

“Poor darling,” Caitlyn tutted, then swooped down and took one of Vi’s nipples into her mouth, encasing it with the warmth of her tongue, while one of her fingers drew burning circles around the other one, cupping her breast with a kind of purposeful force that coaxed fire into Vi’s body and coiled downwards between her thighs. Vi couldn’t help the moan that escaped her, and Caitlyn hummed around her nipple in encouragement. 

“You warmer now?” Caitlyn asked, now brushing the hardened peaks with her thumbs, her ass grinding slowly against her boxers. Vi nodded without thinking, arching off the bed to push her chest further into her touch. “Please, more,” she whispered. 

Her hands trailed back down, resting on the elastic band of her boxers. “So very greedy, Violet,” she admonished. “Was it hard for you today? Feeling so shit that only me fucking you would fix you?” She dipped one of her hands down her boxers, palming her wet cunt directly, twirling two fingers in rusty curls and pulling just hard enough to elicit a whine from Vi’s lips, then travelling backwards to press a finger against her hole. “Answer me, Violet,” she commanded. “How much did you want me to fuck you?”

For some utterly brainless reason she couldn’t remember, or understand in hindsight, Vi kept her mouth shut, lips pressed firmly together in a line. 

“Oh,” Caitlyn chuckled, a dark, melodious sound. “Is that how you want to play, dear?” 

She placed her hands on Vi’s inner thighs, pressing them down until her spread knees were touching the mattress, drawing a delicious strain from her muscles. Laid out like this, her lower limbs were bent like a drawn bow with Caitlyn between them, gazing hungrily at her stretched boxers as if she could already see everything fluttering and soaking underneath it. Vi yearned for friction, for Caitlyn’s body so she could grind against it and feel the thrumming of her pulse under her skin. Caitlyn, of course, knew this, which was precisely why she denied it. Vi knew what Caitlyn wanted of her. 

Surrender. To give up her flesh and her soul for Caitlyn to mould into a shape that belonged to the both of them. To relinquish control and let her take the reins. She felt groggy, almost drunk under the dark gaze. Or perhaps that was the fever firing up again? Vi opened her mouth. She had to say something. 

“Please,” she panted. “I’m sorry, Caitlyn, please just touch me.”

And her hands were on her again, gently removing her underwear and discarding it onto the floor. “Was that so hard?” she asked, her voice washing over her like plush velvet against her skin. Caitlyn bent over her, giving her a tender kiss on the centre of her chest before travelling down, back between her thighs. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

A tongue pressed against her folds and Vi screamed sharply, slapping a hand across her mouth. She could sort of feel the sore throat resurfacing now, but she didn’t have time to process it due to the sudden probe at her clit, with all the intention and precise aim of a sharpshooter, causing her to moan out loud again. Her hands twisted in the air, and Caitlyn grabbed one of them, pressing it down on her crown. Vi tangled her fingers in the navy strands, pulling sharply on them as Caitlyn continued her tender ministrations. Caitlyn gasped and she felt the cold exhale vibrate through her cunt, igniting the blood in her veins with renewed fervour. 

Caitlyn ate her out like she was savouring a feast. She took her sweet time, constantly coaxing her to the edge of orgasm with several well-timed assaults on her clit, but then she would slow down and pull back, pressing a kiss to her folds as she drew her tongue out, a suck on her inner thigh. It was torture: being pushed to the highest point but then being chased back down. It was terrible enough that Vi felt tears prick at her eyes. But she knew this was another one of Caitlyn’s bastardly, insanely sexy tactics. To give Vi a taste of what she could have, prolonging the expectation until she was on her knees and begging before Caitlyn gave it to her with the air of a merciful, cruel deity. She would willingly fall for it every single time despite knowing the traps. Vi supposed that was true love.  

Caitlyn wrapped her tongue around her clit again for the hundredth time, and Vi’s blood was singing. Now was the time to beg before Caitlyn retreated. Oh Janna, she would beg her darndest, because she was a good girl–Caitlyn’s good girl–and if she asked for it she would receive and she would take anything—

“Oh please, please please–”

She lifted her face from between her thighs and Vi whimpered at the loss of the warmth. In the dim moonlight, she could see the glistening wetness smothered messily on Caitlyn’s aquiline nose and around her lips, making them look even more alluring and kissable, except she wasn’t fucking allowed to kiss them and she was even closer to sobbing out loud now because Caitlyn was so goddamn beautiful. 

“Use your words, darling,” Caitlyn said sweetly. “What do you want?” 

“Please let me come already!” Vi nearly shouted. Caitlyn narrowed her eyes and Vi’s heart dropped to her stomach. 

“It’s rude to shout,” Caitlyn said, and then slipped a finger into her wet folds without warning, circling right at the periphery of her opening. “Rude arseholes don’t get their way with me.”

Fucking shit. “I’m sorry,” Vi panted, and the tears streamed down her cheeks. “Baby, please. You have me and I can take it.”
“What are you?” Caitlyn asked softly, another finger slipping inside. She was so close, so close.

A taker. She must have said it the same time she thought it, because Caitlyn finally smiled in triumph and downright assaulted her clit with terrifying accuracy. She was much more rough than she had been before, but the contrast was just the thing Vi needed to push her over the edge and to begin her rapid descent into rapture. 

She must have screamed because her throat started hurting again, a stabbing pain that would likely persist. But she wouldn’t regret it in the morning and she wouldn’t regret it now.

Delirious, her limbs melting into jelly as she rode off her high, Caitlyn began kissing gently up her pubic bone and her hip while her hands gently massaged her strained muscles. “So good for me, Violet,” she praised, and even though Vi couldn’t really hear it over the blood thrumming in her ears, she smiled at the recognition.  

When she felt the world around her come back into focus, Caitlyn pressed a kiss to her temple and lay beside her, propping up her head with her arm, elbow planted in the mattress, smiling deviously. “Is that all, love?”

Vi shook her head immediately without even considering. She wanted more. And as long as Caitlyn was willing to give, she would be willing to eat out of her hand. 

“You sure?” Caitlyn asked, cupping her face so she was staring into endlessly earnest blue eyes. “I don’t want you to overexert yourself. You are sick and I don’t want to push you.” 

“I’ve been sleeping all day, cupcake,” Vi assured her. “I need to be awake at least for a little while today or I’ll go insane. I’m feeling incredibly awake.”

“You sure?” Caitlyn repeated worriedly. 

Warmth settled in Vi’s chest. Caitlyn was always so considerate of how she felt, always centering her world around her. Even now, when she could clearly see Caitlyn’s desire to continue, she would have stopped immediately if Vi had given the word. She wanted so desperately for Vi to be happy, and Vi felt the same way about Caitlyn. Vi still wasn’t very used to the whole being-taken-care-of aspect, but it gave her girlfriend such joy to do so that she’d let her do it, no questions asked. So when it came to satisfying Caitlyn’s needs, Vi would do anything in a heartbeat. 

“I’m sure,” Vi smiled. “I want this just as much as you do, Cait.”

A smile made its way across Caitlyn’s face. “Alright then.” 

She wrapped her hands down her waist, gently enveloping her in a strong embrace, then she lifted Vi just so their chests were touching and Vi was draped over Caitlyn’s body. Vi fisted her hands in Caitlyn’s thin shirt, grinding gently against the stiff peaks beneath it. “You’re still dressed,” Vi whispered, tugging on the shirt collar impatiently. Caitlyn laughed, tracing the tattooed tapestry of gears and steam down her arms and her back.

Her blue eyes flashed, and Vi knew that Cait had had another one of her devious ideas. Caitlyn pushed against her chest gently, then sat up and herded her to the end of the bed. Vi crossed her arms, not understanding. 

Caitlyn draped a blanket on her shoulders and coaxed her into a kneeling position. “You’re not getting sick again,” Caitlyn explained, tucking an edge into the makeshift cocoon. 

“But now I can’t move,” Vi protested. 

“That’s the point,” Caitlyn said. “Sit here, watch me and don’t move. Can you do that for me?” 

Vi gulped as she realized what Caitlyn was insinuating. “Yes,” she breathed. 

“Good girl,” Caitlyn purred, tapping Vi’s chin gently. She leaned back on her elbows, crossing her legs languidly as she gauged Vi’s reaction. When she was finally satisfied that Vi wasn’t going to move–her fingers were digging bloody wells into her palms to prevent them from shooting out and just touching Caitlyn right there and then–she smiled, and then pulled up the hem of her shirt.

It was evident that Caitlyn was intending to take her sweet time with this, something that Vi both loved and hated. Excruciatingly, Caitlyn peeled off her top, revealing an expanse of albastar skin and the freckle just under the swell of her breasts, sporting a tiny bruise where Vi had paid special attention to when they’d last had sex. Vi swallowed the saliva collecting in her mouth and pinched the side of her thighs, and Caitlyn fixed her with a flirtatious stare just before pulling off her shirt entirely and tossing it to the side. 

She let Vi feast her eyes for a few moments. Vi had seen Caitlyn topless hundreds of times, but she’d never get enough of it for a lifetime. She ran her tongue under her teeth, wishing she was licking stripes up soft skin and supple breasts. Caitlyn just looked at her knowingly, a proud smirk on her face that screamed she knew all too well what this was doing to Vi. It was precious, asshole behaviour. 

She watched as Caitlyn dragged her fingers up her stomach and cupped her breasts, running an experimental finger across a pert nipple and gasping as she did so. The whine sent a shiver down her spine, and Vi hugged the blanket around herself tightly, feeling herself go mad in suffocating heat. 

Caitlyn’s left hand snaked downwards to the hem of her panties, and let her crossed legs unwind as she pulled them off. The sight of her girlfriend’s spread legs sent coils down her stomach and pooled between Vi’s bare thighs. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning out loud. Now fully naked, Caitlyn’s hand continued downwards, and she lifted her ass just a fraction so Vi could get a clear view of her finger sinking into wet folds. Both of them gasped audibly as it slid in. Vi’s breaths were more like short, ragged pants now. She wanted to be in between Caitlyn’s legs so badly, wanted to feel that warmth clenching around her fingers, wanted to be the one undoing her. 

She checked herself. She couldn’t. Caitlyn had given an order. On some nights, Vi would purposely disobey her just for the fun of it, but tonight was not one of them. Caitlyn had been so good to her all day, it was only fair if Vi was good for her too. Vi twitched, clenching her thighs together as Caitlyn added another finger, ripping another sharp exhale from her exposed throat as she keened. Caitlyn wasn’t very vocal during sex, but Vi would trade the cacophony of pleasured songs from a thousand other girls for a single, hitched sigh from Caitlyn Kiramman. She was so lucky. How the hell was she lucky enough to land up with Cait? 

“Cait, please,” Vi breathed. “Please let me touch you.”

Caitlyn shook her head, dark blue waves shifting across the pillow, and then slipped in a third finger, just to aggravate her further. The heat was unbearable now, like burning acid coursing in her veins. Vi was going to fucking come from watching her girlfriend masturbate. She was never going to live this down. 

“Oh, Vi,” Caitlyn gasped, pumping her fingers in and out. Vi felt herself short-circuit. 

“You are going to be the death of me.”

Caitlyn opened a blue eye, foggy with pleasure, staring her down. “Touch yourself,” she said. “Do you think you can come with me, darling?” 

Vi nodded, finally loosening her grip on the blanket and immediately falling back on her fingers. She found her clit almost immediately, still sensitive from Caitlyn’s expert tongue fucking earlier on, and let out an unabashed howl. Caitlyn froze and looked at her, pupils dilating until black had swallowed the pale blue. 

Then Caitlyn was pouncing on her, already slick fingers plunging into Vi’s cunt while her other hand scrabbled against Vi’s back, marking her with burning new scars. Vi buried her face into Caitlyn’s chest, kissing and wrapping her tongue round each nipple in turn. “Vi–” Caitlyn panted, arching further into the warmth of her mouth, “Vi–you’re going to distract me–”

“--I don’t care,” Vi said, pressing urgent kisses down the pale length of Caitlyn’s neck, pink and purple bruises blossoming in her wake. “Cait, please let me make you feel good too.”

Caitlyn stared at her tenderly, lips just an inch from hers. If she leaned in now she could capture it with her own, draw breath from Cait like she was some fountain of longevity, but Caitlyn’s fingers were still sheathed in her cunt, a gun to the head, a warning of what she’d get if Vi crossed the line. Instead, Vi ducked her head and perched her chin on Caitlyn’s shoulder. Her girlfriend hummed in satisfaction and gave her a quick kiss on her crown. “Good girl.”

Her fingers began to move again, twirling around her clit and gently flicking it. Vi bit her lip to keep from screaming–her throat was already hurting like a bitch–and tightened her grip around Caitlyn’s waist like a vice. Encouraged by her response, Caitlyn added another finger, which found her clit with terrifying accuracy. All three fingers were caged around her, coaxing her continued ascent of pleasure, gaining speed as she reached that sweet, familiar high once again–

Vi came with her eyes rolling back into her head, seeing white stars. As she arched backwards, Caitlyn fell against her, her chest heaving, both their hands soaked in come and sweat. 

Vi felt heady, like her soul had decided to leave the corporeal realm. She’d been close to blacking out a few times today, but nothing like this. Perhaps it was the drugs kicking in, but she felt the tiredness wash over her like a gentle wave, and in the darkness she could hear the sound of Caitlyn’s heartbeat, like a mantra against her pulse. Higher than God.

Her girlfriend recovered first, gently laying Vi down on the mattress and covering her with the blankets. The bed creaked as Caitlyn’s weight rose away and returned with a basin of warm water. Vi cracked an eye open to see Caitlyn wiping her off gently with a fluffy towel, soothing her too-tight muscles back into a state of relaxation. She felt like jelly, like a rubber band that had been stretched out to the elastic limit before being released, the loss of all the potential energy and tension coiled within her hitting like whiplash. 

“You alright?” Caitlyn asked softly, lifting a leg to clean the mess under it. 

“Yeah,” Vi hummed. “Never better.”

“So does having sex feel better when you’re sick?” Caitlyn inquired, eyes twinkling. 

“Oh,” Vi said, her voice croaking embarrassingly as the pain in her throat decided to make itself known once more. “Sex generally just feels better when it’s with you.”

Caitlyn scoffed. “Well, that’s the last time we’re doing this. I can hear how wrecked your voice is.” She wiped her hand on the towel and popped open another ibuprofen tablet. Vi took it gratefully. 

“I wasn’t done answering the question,” Vi said haughtily. “It feels better, actually. Maybe it’s the drugs. Maybe it’s because it’s so much easier to be overstimulated when your body’s defenses are down.” 

“Right.”

“Hey,” Vi said, propping herself up with her elbows. “We should try this next time you get sick.”

Caitlyn gave her a withering look. “Don’t jinx me, Violet Lanes.” 

“I’d never,” Vi said cheekily. 

As it turned out, Caitlyn came down with the flu two days later. The pair of them were rendered utterly useless and had to call Jinx to “help out” around the house while they remained immobilised in bed. They’d initially called Viktor, but he and Mel had their hands full with another victim of the flu, who was apparently an even bigger baby than usual when he was sick. Caitlyn swore 72 times up and down, whenever she felt well enough to speak, that she would be killing Vi the second she regained her strength. Vi made a mental note to ask Tobias if he would consider putting together a clinical trial to prove that influenza could also be transmitted sexually, and took her medicine on time dutifully so she’d recover before Caitlyn did, and she could have her fun putting Cait through the mattress.