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Caitlyn's breath is pooling against Vi's neck, her hands fiercely gripping onto Vi's shoulders.
"God," Caitlyn groans out, fierce and unforgiving. She restlessly bucks her hips, grinding onto Vi's clothed croch that is providing the friction she's chasing.
"Cait," Vi whines.
"Please, let me have this."
Vi still hasn't been able to process how they got into this position. One minute she was about to drift off to sleep, the next minute Caitlyn is on top of her. The fact that she is a little tipsy from alcohol isn't helping with organizing her thoughts whatsoever.
After so many months, so many sleepless nights, Caitlyn is with her again. Caitlyn, who was the reason of those sleepless hours. Caitlyn, who left a wound on her body and in her heart. Her, who made Vi hug herself in bed whenever she felt a little more lonely than usual.
Now here they are, in Vi's dark room and on the bed. Vi is letting Caitlyn please herself on top of her and use her like no tomorrow. She's leaning against the headboard, her hands gripping onto the sheets. She doesn't know why she isn't refusing and pushing Caitlyn off. It's as if she is frozen as she watches Caitlyn's desperate face.
"Aren't you mad at me?" Vi finally asks, knowing that she isn't going to get an answer.
Caitlyn ignores the question, choosing to rock her hips harder against Vi instead. It's truly a messy sight. Caitlyn's bottom half is completely undressed, her clothes scattered on the floor. As for Vi, her top half is nude, her shirt having been pulled off by Caitlyn. Her pants are still on.
Caitlyn leans forward to lightly bite into Vi's shoulder, trying to suppress her moans. The sensation easily sends a chill down Vi's spine and she bucks up her hips, failing to stop her own desires.
That makes Caitlyn move faster and she finally starts talking, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just had to find you."
Vi's lips curl into a small smile, but then quickly turn into a frown when she remembers once again how they left off. "We could've talked instead of..." she looks down at their met bodies, "this."
Caitlyn stays quiet again. What is she supposed to say? She isn't even embarrassed of the way she is sloppily grinding down on Vi or the way she is looking at Vi's breasts. Vi's confused yet needy expression is making her go crazy.
"Does it feel good?" Vi asks.
Caitlyn nods. "Really good."
She continues riding Vi and Vi's abs soon tense with the girl's movements. Caitlyn is so into it, she doesn't even seem to notice that Vi is enjoying it too. She just keeps going, soaking Vi's pants and whispering words that the girl can barely make out.
"Pitfighting? Really?," Caitlyn rants, words cut off by moans as she gets impatient, picking up speed again. "Stupid, could've gotten hurt."
So that's what she is mad about. Vi is one of the best, if not the best fighter in Zaun. She has trained for months to build a better body with enough power and endurance to win against bigger enemies. Her days only consist of sleeping, drinking, and fighting. That's all she can really do. Stepping another foot into Piltover would bring her more trouble. Perhaps, she was scared of the chance that she could come across Caitlyn.
"Well, I'm still alive, arent I?" Vi chuckles. "But I guess it did hurt a little when you hit me."
Caitlyn comes to a sudden stop. She's panting as her eyes widen at Vi's words. Her expression is unreadable but the tears quickly forming in her eyes are visible. One by one, they drop onto Vi and she is quick to gently cup Caitlyn's cheeks with her hands and wipe them.
"Vi, I—"
Vi cuts her off by sitting up and kissing her. Caitlyn's tense shoulders finally droop down and she returns the kiss, her hands moving up to Vi's jaw. They kiss and kiss, their lips moving in a way that is familiar to them.
Vi's hands fly up to Caitlyn's hips, digging into the skin there. She lies back down, pushes her own hips up into Caitlyn and pulls her down, encouraging her to continue. And Caitlyn does without wasting another second. Vi helps her out as Caitlyn moves the fastest yet, rutting against her. Caitlyn holds onto Vi's shoulders tightly as the pressure grows and she throws her head back.
"So good, goddammit," Caitlyn cries out.
Caitlyn's mouth has always been a favorite of Vi, especially like this. Especially when it's breaking and she loses all sense of temper in her.
Soon enough, with a moan to move mountains, Caitlyn releases, grinding her sex against Vi's crotch one last time and then dropping forward to let her body rest on Vi. She is panting as she digs her head into Vi's neck.
While waiting for Caitlyn to catch her breath, Vi wraps her arms around her, holding her close. "Don't worry about it," she whispers. "We're good."
"Vi," Caitlyn sighs out. "I regret it. I lost myself, I'm sorry."
Vi smiles, happy to finally hear that Caitlyn didn't mean the hit, even though she had already figured. "It's okay."
Caitlyn lifts her head to kiss Vi again. More gentle this time, both of them savoring every second of it. Caitlyn tries putting all of her feelings into the kiss and she hopes that Vi can taste them.
Soon, Caitlyn rolls off of Vi's body to lie next to her. Their arms quickly wrap around each other and Vi kisses Caitlyn's forehead gently, feeling the tension still lingering in her body as she curls into her.
Caitlyn's anger is justified just as much as Vi's pain, and Vi knows that. After all, Vi was the one to back out from the plan last second. But then Caitlyn hurt her on spot that she had healed, which led Vi into a pit of sorrow. Now, however, after seeing the worry and desperation in Caitlyn's voice and eyes, Vi has realized just how much she means to Caitlyn.
Caitlyn sighs softly, her fingers tracing patterns on Vi's chest. "I don't want to see everything slip away again because of... our stupid mistakes."
Vi nods, feeling a pit of guilt settle in her stomach. Her mind wanders back to Powder. Caitlyn is right, of course. This isn't just about them. It's also about Piltover and Zaun and everything else that comes with those. The dream of having a perfect world, a perfect future. They can’t afford to be reckless, especially Caitlyn.
"I know," Vi whispers, closing her eyes.
But Caitlyn searches for her eyes. "I'm not going to go after your sister anymore."
Vi tightens her arms around Caitlyn. Her eyebrows are now furrowed and her body tense.
"But if she steps another foot into Piltover, I won't let her escape this time." Caitlyn studies Vi's face for a moment, proud to have voiced out her thoughts but sad to see Vi like this. "I have to. You know that."
After a few minutes of silence, Vi sighs and finally opens her eyes. They make eye contact instantly, since Caitlyn was waiting for it. She reaches for Vi's cheek, brushing the back of her hand against it. She notices the tears in Caitlyn's eyes. "Alright... I just don't want to lose you again."
The vulnerability in Caitlyn's eyes makes Vi's heart ache. She didn’t realize how deep Caitlyn's fear runs, how much pressure she feels not only for herself but for both of them. Caitlyn always seems so strong, so composed, but now Vi sees the cracks in her armor. It's the fear she has of Jinx.
"And I don't want to lose you," Caitlyn whispers, her voice firm. "Can I stay here today?"
Vi can't hold back a chuckle, finding it ridiculous how Caitlyn felt the need to ask that even after barging into her apartment. Taking the chuckle as a yes, Caitlyn tangles her hands into Vi's hair and leans in to press their lips together. The kiss is long and unhurried, very different from the frantic moment they had earlier. It's slow, tender, filled with unspoken promises and the warmth of reassurance.
When they pull back, they press their foreheads together, their breaths mingling together in the quiet of the room.
"I love you, Caitlyn Kiramman," Vi says, her voice shy but confident at the same time.
Caitlyn's heart skips a beat. It's the first time she has heard those words and the first time she yearns to say them back. "I love you too, Violet."
Only now Vi's hair catches Caitlyn's attention. She closely examines it, seeing the girl's poor effort of dyeing it black and the way it has melted onto her forehead. She laughs. "You look like you haven't showered in weeks."
Vi laughs with her. "Doesn't it look good?" she asks, her tone back to its usual cockiness. "Do you want to shower together?"
Caitlyn is taken aback, her eyes wide and curious. She could never decline such wonderful request. She nods.
They quickly get up and Vi takes Caitlyn's hand, leading her to the bathroom. There, Caitlyn grabs the hem of her top and pulls it off, her now completely nude body glowing in the dim light of the room. Vi can't help but admire her, how beautiful she looks, how effortlessly she carries herself. She can't take her eyes off and Caitlyn is aware, standing there proudly with a smirk on her face.
Caitlyn then gets closer, putting her hands on Vi's waist. Vi finally comes back to her senses and is quick to take her pants off with trembling hands, all while Caitlyn is touching her anywhere she can. She wants to laugh at the patch of wetness Caitlyn has left on the pants, but she holds back. She doesn’t want Caitlyn to feel embarrassed or shy. So, she swiftly throws the pants into the laundry basket and then grabs Caitlyn's hands to kiss the back of them.
She then takes the lead and prepares the shower, making sure to get the more expensive shampoo and soap she had bought a few days ago ready. She steps in first and Caitlyn follows.
Showering together involves distractions, like the way Vi looks with water dripping from her hair and down her body. Now, Caitlyn is the one who is staring. Vi's body looks even more muscular when naked and Caitlyn seems to be enjoying this version more. She notices how her big arms tighten whenever she turns the shower faucet to get a good water temperature.
As Vi struggles to get the water a little more warmer, she sneaks glances at Caitlyn's breasts. She notices the way they perfectly sit on her slim figure and how they move so gracefully with every little movement she makes.
Finally, when the water is ready and they've both mentally worshipped each other's bodies, Caitlyn asks, "Wash me?"
Vi nods and takes the soap, rubs it in her hands, and presses them to Caitlyn’s chest, lathering it up to her shoulders. Her hands then land on Caitlyn’s breasts. She furrows her eyebrows in concentration, making sure her hands stay there as long as they can. Caitlyn seems to be enjoying the care, as she slides away the strands of hair covering Caitlyn’s eyes with a relaxed face.
She hums when Vi makes her way downwards, making sure to go over every spot of Caitlyn’s torso. Vi can feel Caitlyn’s eyes bore into her as she quietly slides her soapy hands down her legs. Vi then gets on her knees, ignoring the discomfort, and cleans her as asked. The eye contact and silence is never brief like the growing ache between their legs.
Caitlyn smiles down at her once Vi has finished and then she bends down to place her hands onto Vi’s waist. She pulls Vi up and into a kiss, ignoring how they are now standing directly under the water. They let each other lick all the corners of their mouths, bruising their lips eagerly. Caitlyn’s hands meet the back of Vi’s neck and Vis reach up to cup Caitlyn’s face, caressing her jaw.
When they pull away, Caitlyn realizes that they might have eaten the black dye during the kiss due to how Vi’s face is now covered in it. “Let me wash your hair.”