Vi hated paperwork. If she could choose to be an enforcer and never do paperwork again, she would. It was just annoying! The way most of the writing was in cursive and she refused to learn the style of writing. The way some of the words were just wrong and her lower ranking officers would write the wrong things Vi was saying during meetings. It just pissed her off even more.
How did Caitlyn stay so calm?
Vi was sitting on their newly bought red couch, replacing the two arm chairs, in front of the coffee table and fire. She didn’t want a desk. She had a desk at the precinct, plus she didn't want to steal her wife’s “swagger”. Her eyes immediately glanced over as the ravenette, seeing how her eyes scanned over the paper, lips pressed in a thin line before she would set the paper down with those oh so careful long fingers… then using said fingers to pick up her pen and sign. C. Kiramman.
Why was this sort of arousing? Vi needed to get her libido checked or something-
Vi just scoffed and looked at her papers, leaning back. Of course, Caitlyn heard her wife’s noise and turned her head over towards the couch.
“Something wrong, darling?” Cait’s accent piercing through the word ‘darling. And Vi loved it.
“I just don’t understand it. I say everything I want the officers to write down and it’s like it goes through one ear then out of their ass!” Vi tossed her arms up before moving to get up, moving over to the glass cabinet, grabbing the fancy whiskey bottle.
“Violet.” Caitlyn warned, causing Vi to look up and turn her head around, looking at her. Caitlyn continued, “It isn’t 5 yet, you know the rules.” She pointed to the grandfather clock next to the door. Rules. Another thing she hated with paperwork. You cannot write: ‘ass’ ‘tits’ ‘fuck’ ‘fuck no’ ‘shit’ ‘bullshit’ the list could continue.
“Cupcake, cmon. Its’s… 4:15!” Vi mumbled, tilting her head. Yeah, Caitlyn’s no emotion stare… Vi just mumbled before twisting the cap back on and sliding it to the side, moving back over to the couch with a huff.
“Is something bothering you, love?” Caitlyn spoke, the soft padding of footsteps growing closer before the couch dipped next to her. Caitlyn, in her usual black turtleneck and black jeans with her hair in a very grabable ponytail, now sitting next to Vi, her right leg folded on the couch, other hanging off the side.
“It’s just this paperwork stuff, it’s… truly annoying. It’s getting me all pent up, but it’s all good, I promise.” Vi used her hands to make some sort of motion towards the papers before she waved her hand, moving to lean over and grab the papers before… a hand on her shoulder stopped her, now being pulled back to the couch.
“We can take a break, if you want?” Caitlyn’s innocent smile and look made Vi think it was some cuddling! Vi grew to love cuddling. But the hand resting on her thigh… suspicious.
“What do you have in mind?” Vi asked in a small whisper. Caitlyn stared at her for a moment, her lower lip coming out a bit, thinking. Then she smiled. “Take your pants off.” She whispered. It made Vi let out a laugh, immediately apologizing. Caitlyn did end up smiling, arm on the head of the couch behind Vi, mindlessly playing with Vi’s shirt. Caitlyn knew Vi loved her directness to jump into stuff, and also understood it was funny at times.
Vi felt a hand on her cheek once her laughing settled, quickly being pulled into a kiss, both inhaling each other before their lips moved together. After a fairly slow make out session, their lips red and eyes dilated, Caitlyn pulled away. Vi was already quick, a hand to the back of Caitlyn’s neck, pulling her neck to her lips, placing slow, wet kisses along her jaw and neck.
Caitlyn bit her bottom lip, tilting her head away from Vi, giving her more access, a smile on her lips, but Caitlyn remembered her objective. The bulge in Vi’s pants.
“Vi, I said, pants off.” Caitlyn whispered, a hand moving to the back of Vi’s hair, gripping and pulling her head back, showing off Vi’s adams apple. Hot. Vi’s mouth went dry before she swallowed, throat bobbing before she was quick to move her hands down to unbutton her pants.
The two’s eye contact needed to be studied. The way blue eyes looked into grey eyes, both with the same amount of hunger. Cait’s nails sort of dug into Vi’s scalp, gripping a bit harder on the red hair. Vi lifting her hips up to slip her pants down, letting them fall to gravity, pooling around her ankles.
“Good girl.” Vi earned, Caitlyn moving to hoist her left leg over Vi, straddling her, hands on each side of Vi’s neck. Cait’s hips moving down, making contact with Vi’s lap. Vi’s cock twitched at the contact, but Vi’s restraint was always baffling. And they were back to devouring each other’s lips. Cait sometimes captures Vi’s bottom lip between her teeth, releasing to let her tongue run along the skin before leaning back down for a kiss. The hardening under Caitlyn’s hips was getting both of them excited.
“Cait, cmon…” Vi whispered, a hand moving to grab Caitlyn’s hips, trying to get her to move lower. She knew Caitlyn, knew that her wife wanted Vi to beg for everything. Caitlyn was now on Vi’s neck and shoulders, trying to bite and suck and lip whatever she could. She paused, a hand on the side of Vi’s neck slid down to grab her wife’s hand, setting it back down on the couch. “Hands to yourself, baby.” Caitlyn whispered.
Caitlyn knew how worked up she got her wife, so she decided to skip her torso, for now. Caitlyn placed two hands on Vi’s shoulders, moving to stand up. And the site was beautiful. Vi’s eyes were almost closed, staring up at Caitlyn, eyebrows furrowed a bit. Caitlyn’s lipstick smudged against Vi’s lips, faded ones on her jaw and neck once the make up finally wore off on the skin. “Gorgeous.” Caitlyn whispered, a hand cupping Vi’s face, a thumb caressing her bottom lip before Vi instinctively parted her lips.
Caitlyn’s thumb moving between her lips, Vi taking them and giving small sucks and licks, a small nibble when Cait removed her hand fully from Vi.
“Can you be good and keep your hands to yourself?” Caitlyn asked, moving to spread Vi’s legs, kneeling down between them. Vi was quick to nod, already trying to take her boxers off. Caitlyn smiled at the urgency, moving to help Vi, nails grazing against skin. And what a present, Vi’s cock bounced up, already hard, pre-cum leaking.
“Oh my… you really have been pent up.” Caitlyn whispered, her hand moving to wrap around the base of Vi’s dick, giving a small squeeze.
“Cait- Cait please…” Vi already looked like she was on the edge, tears swelling in her eyes, fisted balled up to her sides.
“I know, I know, just keep your hands to your sides, I’ll give you what you want.” Caitlyn spoke, leaning forward, slowly beginning to stroke up and down her wife’s beautiful cock. Cait knew she was going too slow, she was doing it on purpose. Sinking her hand down before she would add a bit of pressure to softly pull up on her cock.
Vi was doing perfect, obeying her so well. The noises she was making was getting the heat between her thighs harder to ignore.
Vi let out deep grunts and high pitched moans. Vi was never quiet. Even if Cait gagged her, she was still so loud, and Caitlyn loved it.
“You’re being so good baby, such a good girl.” Caitlyn whispered before she finally leaned down, hand pressing against the apex of Vi’s pelvic bone and taking the length into her mouth. The warmth of her wife’s mouth made Vi twitch, a hand moving to Caitlyn’s arm. Lucky enough, Cait didn’t say anything, allowing this but Vi knew not to go any further.
Caitlyn slowly began to bob her head, tongue gliding along the side of Vi’s cock, sometimes giving a small suck or kiss to the tip before repeating. Vi was so responsive, abdomen flexing, thighs flexing as well as her moans and breaths came out quick and low.
Caitlyn sped up a bit and Vi was not going to last much longer, she was beginning to thrust her hips up, the hand on her wife’s arm now moving up to grip the base of Caitlyn’s ponytail. Caitlyn hummed, a ‘yes’ almost.
Vi sprung into action, holding Caitlyn’s head in place as she thrusted up, the tip hitting the back of her wife’s throat, making them both moan.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna… fuck.” Vi gasped, eyebrows knitting together, mouth open, almost drooling.
It only took Vi a few more thrust before she thrusted a bit hard, finally cumming. Her hips stuttered, hands on the back of Caitlyn’s head, keeping her there. And… oh my god… Vi felt Caitlyn swallow. Earning a small whimper before she let go of the blue hair and Caitlyn moved to sit up, looking up at Vi with a grin.
“You’re a beast, babe.” Vi whispered, leaning back, laying her arm over her head. Caitlyn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a small laugh, “Thanks, I try.” She moved to get up, pecking Vi’s lips, before moving back to her desk.
Vi loves paperwork.