Caitlyn had been carrying the weight of resentment ever since that fateful argument with Vi in the depths of the Lanes. It wasn't just anger at Vi–it was a bitter hatred that extended to her sister, Jinx. She hated Vi for ruining the best chance she had at getting revenge for her mother. The anger festered, growing heavier with every passing day, until it became impossible to ignore. It drove Caitlyn to take matters into her own hands.
Determined to confront her demons, she ventured deep into the chaotic heart of Zaun, navigating its grimy streets and suffocating smog. She had tracked Vi’s whereabouts to a modest dwelling tucked away in the underbelly of the city. Standing at the door, her heart pounded–not with fear, but with anticipation of finally unearthing the truth. She raised her hand and knocked, the sound sharp and demanding in the heavy silence. Each second that passed felt like an eternity as she waited, her impatience growing, her emotions teetering between rage and a desperate need for closure.
The door creaked open, and Vi stood in the doorway, her brows furrowing at the sight of an unexpected visitor.
“Hello?” she asked, her voice cautious
“We need to talk,” Caitlyn said brushing past her before Vi could process who was standing on her doorstep
“You can't just walk into people's homes,” Vi protested, closing the door behind her as she turned to face Caitlyn.
“I need an explanation,” Caitlyn snapped, her words sharp with pent-up anger.
“Explanation?” Vi’s irritation flared as she crossed her arms. “What are you even talking about?”
“Why did you stop me from taking a shot?” Caitlyn demanded, her voice rising. “It was my only chance at getting revenge for my mother, and you knew that!”
Vi’s eyes narrowed, her voice hardening. “Are you serious, Caitlyn? You really think I was going to let you hit a kid?”
“I wasn't going to hit her!” Caitlyn shot back, her frustration spilling over. “I had the shot lined up perfectly, and you stopped me!”
“Because I actually have a conscience, Caitlyn! Something you clearly lacked in that moment,” Vi countered, her anger now matching Caitlyn's.
“God, Vi,” Caitlyn said throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You should learn that you can't save everyone.”
Vi’s jaw tightened, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Are you joking right now?”
“Does it look like i'm joking, Vi?” Caitlyn hissed, her glare sharp enough to cut.
Vi’s fists clenched at her sides. “I was so stupid to think you could change. To think that promise you made actually meant anything!”
“I didn't change. You did,” Caitlyn snapped back, her voice laced with venom. “I should've known you'd never choose me over her.”
“You can't stand being wrong, can you?” Vi shot back, her voice low and dangerous.
“And you can't stand not being in control,” Caitlyn retorted, stepping closer, her face inches from Vi’s. “I guess we both have things we need to fix.”
The air between them was electric, the tension so thick it felt suffocating. Vi could feel her pulse hammering in her ears, her anger and frustration building with every word. Caitlyn's eyes burned with fury, daring Vi to respond.
“You can't always be a hero,” Caitlyn said, her tone cutting, her words laced with bitterness.
Something in Vi snapped. She knew she should have thrown Caitlyn out then and there, ended the argument before it spiraled any further. But instead, she reached out, grabbing Caitlyn by the collar and yanking her forward. Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was raw and furious, filled with anger, regret, and a torrent of unspoken emotions.
For a moment, Caitlyn froze, but she didn't pull away. The heat of the kiss consumed them both, their pain and rage spilling into a moment neither of them could have predicted–or stopped.
They tumbled onto the bloodstained mattress, it's worn fabric creaking under their weight. Caitlyn ended up straddling Vi’s lap, her breath ragged as she finally pulled back from the kiss. Her chest heaved, eyes dark with a mix of fury and lust. Without hesitation, she reached for Vi’s tattered shirt, yanking it off in one swift motion, exposing Vi’s scarred but powerful frame. Caitlyn's fingers tangled roughly in Vi’s short pink–now black–hair, her grip firm enough to draw a sharp, guttural groan from Vi that sent a jolt through her.
Vi leaned back onto her elbows, her lips parted as Caitlyn shifted lower, her thighs pressing firmly against Vi’s sides. Caitlyn ground her hips against Vi’s stomach, the friction igniting a smoldering heat between them. The room seemed to shrink around them, their breathing and the creak of the mattress the only sounds as Caitlyn's movements grew more deliberate, her intensity consuming them both.
Vi opened her mouth to speak, but the words never left her lips. Caitlyn silenced her by slipping two fingers into her mouth, her tone commanding and sharp. “Shut up,” she ordered, her voice low and dripping with authority.
Vi’s wide eyes flickered upwards to meet Caitlyn's gaze, the dominance in those stormy blue irises sending a shiver through her. She could do nothing but comply, her tongue curling instinctively around Caitlyn's fingers. Her breaths grew heavier as she felt Caitlyn grind against her bare abs, the slick heat making Vi acutely aware of the growing warmth pooling between her own legs.
The room was charged with raw energy as Vi’s eyes dropped, drawn to the connection between their bodies. The sight of Caitlyn's flushed skin moving rhythmically against her sent a jolt of desire through her. A muffled groan vibrated from Vi’s throat, the sound resonating around Caitlyn’s fingers, which drew a sharp moan from Caitlyn in return.
The rhythm of Caitlyn's hips quickened, her movements growing more desperate and erratic. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her nails dug into Vi’s shoulders as a trembling moan escaped her lips. Her body shuddered, the climax washing over her in waves. For a moment, she nearly collapsed forward, her strength stolen by the intensity of her release.
Caitlyn slowly withdrew her fingers from Vi’s mouth, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself. The raw vulnerability of her post-orgasmic state was short lived, though, as Vi took advantage of her momentary weakness. Without warning, Vi shifted her grip, sliding Caitlyn off her lap and flipping her onto her back in one swift motion.
Vi moved quickly, kicking off her boots and tugging her pants down, her actions fueled by an almost feral urgency. As the last layer of clothing was shed, Caitlyn's breath hitched. Vi stood before her, raw and unapologetic, the faint glimmer of a strap harnessed around her hips making Caitlyn's eyes widen in surprise. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked up at Vi, her earlier dominance faltering for just a moment as anticipation replaced it.
Vi knelt on the edge of the bed, her presence commanding and unwavering as she gazed down at Caitlyn, who lay sprawled beneath her. A sly smirk tugged at Vi’s lips as she tilted her head.
“Isn't this what you really came for?” Vi asked, her voice low and taunting. “An argument that would end in this?”
Before Caitlyn could muster a response, Vi grabbed her thighs and roughly spread them apart, settling herself between them with deliberate dominance. Her hands slid to the waistband of Caitlyn's underwear, pushing it aside to reveal her. Caitlyn's breath hitched, her earlier bravado faltering as Vi positioned herself at her entrance.
“Please, as if I came here for–”
Caitlyn's words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Vi thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming her already sensitive body. Her head fell back against the mattress, her legs trembling as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
Vi groaned at the feeling of Caitlyn tightening around her, the sound guttural and raw. She looked up at Caitlyn, her gaze heated and unwavering. Slowly, she began to move, her pace calculated but her thrusts rough, each one eliciting a small whimper from Caitlyn.
“You just wanted to get fucked, didn't you?” Vi taunted, her voice dripping with mockery as she watched Caitlyn come undone beneath her.
Caitlyn couldn't answer. The pleasure coursing through her rendered her speechless, her chest heaving as her back arched off the mattress. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her body responding instinctively to Vi’s every movement.
Vi laughed darkly, taking in the sight of Caitlyn's flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Look at you,” she sneered. “So pathetic.”
Leaning forward, Vi placed her hands firmly on either side of Caitlyn's head, caging her in. Her thrusts never faltered, the rough rhythm leaving Caitlyn trembling with every motion. Vi's breath was hot against Caitlyn's ear as she continued to claim every inch of her, the room thick with tension, heat, and the undeniable pull of unspoken emotions spilling over.
Caitlyn gazed up at Vi, her expression a stormy mix of struggle and pleasure. The mocking words, “So pathetic,” that spilled from Vi's lips only fueled Caitlyn's frustration. Yet, despite the anger simmering within her, those same words sent a pulse of heat through her body, heightening her pleasure in a way she couldn't deny.
She could feel another orgasm building, relentless and overwhelming, and Vi’s sharp gaze told her she could see it too. The tension in the room thickened as Vi’s movements quickened, her own need driving her forward with desperate intensity.
Caitlyn's climax hit first, a shattering wave that tore a loud, unrestrained moan from her lips. Her nails dug into Vi’s arms, leaving red trails as her body trembled. “Vi, please,” she whimpered, her voice tinged with desperation as tears welled in the corners of her eyes, the overstimulation pushing her to the brink.
“I'm almost there,” Vi rasped, her voice cracking under the weight of her impending release. Her hips stuttered, and with a low guttural moan, she finally succumbed. Her arms shook as she braced herself on either side of Caitlyn's head, her strength faltering as the intensity of her climax washed over her.
Vi slowly withdrew from Caitlyn and collapsed onto the bed beside her, the weight of exhaustion pulling her down like an anchor. Caitlyn turned her head, her eyes flickering over Vi’s motionless form. Her chest rose and fell heavily, eyes closed, the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin. What the hell did we just do? Caitlyn thought, her mind spinning as the reality of the situation began to settle in.
Forcing her trembling body to move, Caitlyn sat up, her movements sluggish. She ran her hands through her tousled hair, pushing it back from her face in an attempt to compose herself. “Vi,” she said softly, her voice almost breaking the silence.
Vi’s eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting Caitlyn's with a half-lidded weariness. “Hm?” she murmured, her tone neutral, unreadable.
“I’m gonna go,” Caitlyn said, her voice steadier than she felt. The air in the room was suffocating, and she knew that if she stayed even a second longer, she might not have the strength to leave.
Vi's jaw tensed at the words, the earlier argument flashing through her mind like a bitter reminder. But she didn't move, her body still rooted to the mattress. “Go,” she said simply, her voice flat, her eyes slipping shut again as though dismissing the moment all together.
Caitlyn hesitated, her heart pounding as she tore her gaze away from Vi's still form. She pushed herself to her feet, each step toward the door feeling heavier than the last. When she reached the door, her hand hovered over the doorknob, lingering.
“This doesn’t–” she began, turning back to Vi, her voice laced with something between defiance and desperation.
“Go, Caitlyn,” Vi interrupted, her tone sharper now, cutting her off before she could finish. She already knew what Caitlyn was stubbornly trying to say, and she didn't have the strength to hear it.
Caitlyn froze for a moment, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her. Finally, she nodded, her throat too tight to speak, and opened the door. Stepping into the cold night air, she left without another glance back.
The walk back to Piltover was eerily quiet, the city's usual hum of life replaced by an oppressive silence. Each step echoed in her mind, accompanied by the whirlwind of thoughts she couldn't escape. The memory of Vi–of the argument, the touch, the vulnerability–clung to her like a second skin.
What the fuck did I just do? she whispered to herself, her words swallowed by the empty streets.