Skyfall
Caitlyn’s bedroom was a complete embodiment of the girl who lived inside it. Every square inch of it was neatly organised, from the clothes in her wardrobe being colour-coded and arranged by occasion to the stacks of books on her shelves sorted in alphabetical order. Even the items on her nightstand each had their own specific spot; Vi bet if she’d taken out a ruler at that exact moment they’d all be equally spaced, too.
Despite its neat-freak nature, Caitlyn’s room was cosy and welcoming. There was a lone double bed pushed up against one of the walls, covered in a floral pink patterned duvet. The flag of the Piltover Military Academy hung proudly above the headboard. Across the multiple desks and storage units in her room, Caitlyn had placed photo frames containing pictures of her family and friends. The lighting was soft and dimmed, not bright and aggressive like Vi was used to in her university issued accommodation.
The decoration that drew Vi’s attention straight away, however, was the bolt-action service rifle perched neatly on a stand drilled into the wall. It was expertly polished, with a slick wooden bump stock and a long glinting metal barrel. On a shelf beneath it sat multiple trophies and ribbons with inscribing Vi was too far away to read.
“You have a fucking gun in your room?” she asked loudly, dumbfounded, stepping over to take a closer look.
Caitlyn shut the door behind them and flung the doors of her wardrobe open. “Did you think you’re the only one here on a sports scholarship?” she asked slyly, rifling through her clothing to find another outfit.
Vi could finally make out what the words said on Caitlyn’s awards. They were shooting trophies, dating back to when she could have been only 8 years old. Best Shot, First Place, Best in Category, all accompanied by the name Caitlyn Kiramman.
“You really are full of surprises,” Vi muttered. “Hey, how comes you’re allowed to live off-campus then?”
“My mother pulled some strings. Now, turn around, I need to get dressed.”
Vi obeyed, turning to face the PMA flag over Cait’s bed. She observed the logo carefully, trying not to imagine Caitlyn undressing behind her, fiddling with her own fingers awkwardly. “So…” she trailed off. “Sorry for dropping that on you out there. I’m not expecting you to say anything, you know, I just wanted you to know that.”
A set of cold hands ran up Vi’s triceps and across her great shoulders. An arm snaked across her upper body, the other running over her abdomen, fingers lightly tracing muscular ridges popping out of the tight polo shirt Vi was still wearing. A warm body pressed up behind her and lips grazed against her earlobe, steady breath blowing onto the tender skin.
“How about I show you how I feel?” whispered Caitlyn seductively.
Keeping the physical contact, Vi turned around and locked eyes with Caitlyn, ocean meeting storm, and she beamed down proudly at the shorter girl.
Vi felt the breath in her throat hitch as she took in Caitlyn’s choice in clothes- or rather, her lack of choice in clothes. She was still wearing her skirt from earlier, however had taken off her white turtleneck and elected to not replace it, displaying a gorgeous white lacy bra underneath.
Caitlyn took her arm off of Vi’s stomach and cupped her cheek. Vi wasted no time thinking about her next move. She leaned in, closing her eyes, and finally connected their lips together.
Arcs of white hot electricity shot down Vi’s spine, spilling out to the depths of her stomach and the tips of her fingers. She welcomed the kiss enthusiastically, strong arms wrapping around Caitlyn’s lower back, hands trailing along the fabric of her skirt before eventually settling on the soft skin.
Their lips parted briefly and Vi slid her tongue over Caitlyn’s, earning a small gasp from the taller woman. Supple hands met Vi’s shoulders as she was pushed back onto the bed. Caitlyn swung her long legs across Vi’s crotch, straddling her waist, flipping her dark hair to the side before tugging at the hem of the polo shirt the girl beneath her was still wearing.
Vi didn’t need to be told twice. She whipped the shirt off eagerly and threw it down on the floor, flexing her rigid muscles.
Impatient fingertips explored Vi’s body as Cait broke the kiss briefly, feeling every bump and ridge, thick fibres tensing as hard as rock as Caitlyn examined her biceps, her abs, her chest, her bold back tattoos.
The party downstairs was a world away, faded into the abyss, as the girls relished in each other’s warmth. The music dissipated into the background, faint and subtle, as Vi reconnected their lips, grazing her teeth against Cait’s bottom lip.
Their embrace grew hungrier, more desperate, more needy. Cait ducked her head down and her tongue met Vi’s neck, running heat over the other girl’s neck tattoo. Vi let a small moan escape her lips as she embedded her fingers into Caitlyn’s scalp, her other hand reaching around to unbuckle Cait’s bra with ease.
“Caitlyn, are you in there? You need to- Jesus Christ, put some clothes on!”
The door slammed open. Mel stood in the doorway, her mobile phone pressed to the side of her face, the calm and collected demeanour she’d greeted Vi with earlier and yesterday completely gone.
Her eyes were wide, dumbstruck, and not at the sight before her. She said a few more words into the phone before locking eyes with Caitlyn, who had catapulted herself off of Vi the second she heard the door open. “Get some fucking clothes on and call your mother, now,” Mel commanded. Her voice was shaky with concern.
“What?” Caitlyn shot back, agitated, but Mel was already gone. She slammed the door shut, shaking the doorframe, before a second boom rang out through the top floor, reverberating through the walls.
Caitlyn hurriedly did her bra up again and slipped on Vi’s polo shirt. No time for proper clothes, Vi thought, as she sat there like a stunned mullet watching Cait pull out her phone and dial her mother.
“Mum?” Caitlyn spoke into the phone. Vi heard another voice on the line, the words garbled and distorted by the poor connection, unable to make out what the other woman was saying. “Are you okay? What- Oh my God.” Caitlyn cupped her hand to her mouth in shock. Small glinting tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. “Okay. Yes, I’ll come tomorrow. Okay, I love you. Goodbye.”
Vi leant forward with her hands on her knees. “Is everything okay?”
Cait stayed silent for a moment. She stared off into the distance and Vi soon realised she was looking at her rifle with a glazed look in her cerulean eyes. What she said next made Vi’s stomach drop, her skin crawl, her life come crashing down right in front of her.
“The Council have declared a state of emergency. Noxus just invaded Zaun.”