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Heat.
That's what awoke her, burning heat spreading thickly through her stomach and searing everything it touches. Boiling, from the inside out. Twisting, winding, trickling.
"Vi."
Her skin itches against her clothing, rough in a way it hadn't been a few hours ago. Somewhere, by the source of that sticky heat, the fabric of her shirt clings taught against her stomach; any efforts to remove it falling short, her arms heavy when she tries to reach for it and refusing to move.
"Vi."
Her entire arm shakes with the effort to lift it, vision blurring even against the low light surrounding her when she opens her eyes for the first time in...
In...
Where am I?
Cold, soothing cold, envelopes her hand as it hovers unsteadily in the air and Vi clings to it like the very balm she needs for her soul.
"Vi, can you hear me?"
The cold holding her hand shifts, another hand coming to hold onto her as fingers begin rubbing against the back of her own. After a moment, that cold touch brushes against her cheek and shocks her eyes open for the first time properly.
Blue. So much blue.
Powder..?
The girl in front of her blurs and shifts, the room around them spinning and tilting everything askew, and taking the contents of her stomach with it - the awful glow of Shimmer amongst the half-digested remains of her earlier meal, splattering onto the floorboards between both women. Distantly, drowned under the flow of blood in her ears, Vi hears Powder gag before she recovers and starts to rub a hand over Vi's back.
"Easy, easy, easy."
Once everything has been evacuated from her stomach, she finds herself finally able to focus on more than the discomfort in her own body. It's quiet wherever they are, the main sounds audible being her own frantic breathing and the slow creaking of the building around her - an ominous sound, had she enough presence to absorb it entirely. Instead, her senses cling onto another piece of the slowly forming puzzle in her groggy mind - the scent of alpha, tinged bitterly with stress, from somewhere very close to her.
She can smell Powder, but this isn't her.
Finally opening her eyes to take in her surroundings, Vi has to hold back the urge to hurl up the remaining bile in her stomach at the sight of her childhood home. Colourful drawings scatter the walls and mangled furniture, memories of a life that doesn't exist anymore.
Caitlyn continues to hover somewhere above her on the makeshift bed on the floor, concern rolling off her in waves as she stares worriedly down at Vi.
Ah. Of course. Why would Powder be here?
Whether by a queer coincidence of time, or the imagined fancies of an addled mind, the scents of her family still hang onto the space around her, carved into the wood alongside the names of the girls who once lived here.
Honestly, Vi isn't sure those girls didn't die here, all those years ago.
"Gotta say, Cupcake... you smell a hell of a lot better than this shithole, that's for damn sure," Vi forces out, around a smile that she doesn't quite manage to commit to. She's still warm, so so warm. A curious pat to the bloodstain on her shirt comes away dry and disappointingly devoid of any pain. If that's not the source of her discomfort, then what..?
Caitlyn breathes a laugh, looking every bit like she's ready to bolt at a second's notice - an eye on the door, and hand by the hilt of her...
"What happened to your gun?"
Caitlyn glances down at her hand, before pulling it away sheepishly into her lap. With an annoyed glance up at Vi, she sits back to wrap her arms around her legs in her spot by Vi's side - and Vi hadn't been lying, she does smell good. Too good, for a girl covered in dirt and blood and who even wants to know what else.
"You're one of the more expensive dates I've had in a while, let's just say. How are you feeling?"
"Hot."
Caitlyn laughs, shaking her head and peering at Vi over her knees. "I see your almost-death hasn't done much to make you more humble."
Vi goes to reply, and is cut off by a shiver wracking her body. That heat, that ache... it's not going away, pulsing over her in another wave that has her instinctively reaching out towards Caitlyn. Immediately, she's rewarded by the same soothing touch from earlier, one of Caitlyn's hands coming up to press against her cheek, then her forehead, as the other girl hums a sound that doesn't sound happy in the slightest. When Vi presses her face further into Caitlyn's touch, she actually feels Caitlyn freeze for a moment before her voice comes again, this time lacking the humour from a moment ago.
"Vi, look at me a second."
Doing as she's asked, Vi turns to look back up at Caitlyn and feels her chin being held gently to keep her still as Caitlyn scans over her face. After a second, she dips forward to breathe in deeply against Vi's neck, eyes wide when she pulls away.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit! We don't have time for this..."
"Mmm... what is it?"
Caitlyn runs a hand through her hair - or does her best attempt anyways, what with it being tied up in the ponytail still. She opens her mouth to answer, and hesitates as she glances down at Vi's body where she instead points towards the bulge in Vi's pants; the one she herself hadn't noticed, but isn't very surprised to find.
"That. That's 'what'," Cait says, the wheels in her head already spinning and grinding away in thought. "You're going into a rut. Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was busy not dying?"
Caitlyn just stares at her hard for a moment, annoyance pressing onto her pretty features and twisting them ugly. "This isn't funny. You're no use to me if you're not thinking clearly."
"Maybe I don't care if I'm of use to you," Vi snaps back, slumping against the wall behind her and feeling the whole structure shudder above her.
Caitlyn smells so nice, and she wants nothing more than to reach out and tug her close - breathing deeply against her neck, the way Cait had done to her. Cait, with her stupid accent and stupid face. Cait, with her damn poise and her even more damned honour.
Cait... who's still glaring at her, a little.
"You know, if the wind changes you'll stay like that," Vi teases, like she has dozens of times to someone else, a long time ago. "Come on, Cupcake. Talk to me."
Caitlyn holds her glare for another moment longer, then a sigh lifts her shoulders and she looks away, to one of the far walls. "We need to get moving, it's not safe here." Turning back, her eye hovers over Vi's crotch for a second before she looks up to make eye contact. "Maybe if you deal with it now, it won't be too late before it sets in fully."
With that, she stands up and heads for the door - presumably to take watch while Vi does as she's been semi-ordered, an action that leaves Vi with the pleasant view of her walking away. She's not quite out the door yet, when Vi calls out to her - her thinking guided by the head Caitlyn clearly doesn't want it to be.
"Nothing stopping you helping me out, Cupcake. Would probably work a lot better than doing it myself."
Caitlyn pauses by the door, one of her hands holding it open slightly as she looks over at Vi. She frowns, pushing it back shut and crossing her arms as she moves a little back into the room. "I'm not doing that."
She sounds so petulant that Vi actually laughs, remembering something from earlier that she can use right now - if not to get her way, then at least to pester Cait just one more time.
"Aww how cute, you're shy now. What about that girl in the brothel?"
"I-- I don't know what you're--" Cait stutters, turning a little pink around the edges as her defensive stance falls away. She glances at the door, seemingly debating making good on that previous desire to bolt that Vi had read in her.
"You still smell like good pussy, it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"That's disgust--"
"Did she just lick your stamp? Or let you go all the way to mailing the envelope?" Vi barely gives Caitlyn a second to speak, greatly enjoying flustering her so badly. The questions and innuendos keep coming, until Cait actually marches the distance between them both to roughly cover Vi's mouth with a hand.
"Shut. Up."
The hand pulls away, but Vi doesn't get a chance to decide whether or not she is going to shut up before she's pulled into a kiss by Caitlyn. One of her hands, the one not against Vi's chest, begins to loosen the belts around Vi's hips. All joking forgotten now, Vi wraps her arms around Cait to pull her closer - just like she had fantasised about doing.
Alpha slowly permeates her senses, the scent of Cait so close, and now so eager, enveloping Vi just as the soothing feel of her touch had done earlier and drawing out her own desires fully. She'd pinged Cait as a queer one immediately upon meeting her, and there's truly nothing sweeter than being proven right - the other alpha indeed not shy now, as she finally succeeds at getting her hand inside Vi's underwear. Most would not react quite so favourably to having another alpha near them in rut, though it seems to be a... quirk they both have in common.
Cait pulls away from their kiss, pausing just long enough to give Vi a look that's a little bit gone and stealing one last kiss from her. Sitting up, Cait tugs on the waistband of Vi's pants for her to lift her hips and pulls them down when Vi gives her the space to do so; she doesn't pull them down all the way, just far enough for them to not be in the way. That cool, soothing touch wraps firmly around her cock once it's free and causes Vi to shiver once more as Cait gives a few slow pumps up the length.
Relief immediately washes over Vi, the heat burning inside her shifting to focus on Cait's stroking and no longer causing her skin to itch quite so much against her clothes.
Smiling slightly at Vi, Cait dips down to press another, exploratory kiss to the exposed hipbone as she continues to steadily caress Vi with her hand. The move causes Vi to inhale in anticipation, Cait feeling her deflate a little when the kiss doesn't land where she had been wanting it to - disappointment so evident that Cait has to bite back a laugh.
Patient and humble, all in one package, she muses, scattering more open-mouthed kisses across scarred and tattooed skin.
Vi sighs at the affection, her hips bucking slightly into Cait's hand in a stilted manner, as if she's trying not to. Deciding to take pity on her for being good, Cait lifts up just enough to drop a teasing kiss on the tip of Vi's dick - seeing Vi squeeze her eyes shut, and visibly shudder under her. Not waiting for her to recover, Cait allows the first couple inches to slide past her lips, running her tongue over the head.
Cait's hands may be cold, but her mouth is anything but.
Vi moans her name, one of her hands falling down to wrap around Cait's ponytail. It just sits there, not pushing down but preventing her from pulling away either - the possessive grip enough to have her own blood start to thrum in her veins, the first reminder of another potential problem with Vi fighting off her rut...
The longer this goes on, the more likely it is to set Caitlyn off right alongside her.
Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...
Mother. Mother and father together.
Sheriff Marcus, and his stupid fucking moustache.
Jayce.
Oh, that's a good one.
Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.
Successfully turning herself off her current situation, Cait focuses on sucking off Vi properly - doubling her efforts, accepting more of Vi into her mouth and bobbing up and down the length. Focuses on her own pheromones rather than Vi's, pumping them out into the air around them both. It's a risky move, considering how vulnerable they are right now; the last thing they need is to be signposting that fact to anyone who wanders by close enough to smell them.
But, it's an extra shot at sating Vi's rut before it can set in properly.
Vi is apparently plenty amicable to having another alpha helping her, so it stands to reason that she'd also enjoy Cait's scent and find it appealing enough to hopefully help - a belief that pays off, when Vi sighs again and thrusts slightly into Cait's mouth. Allowing her to set the pace for now, Cait meets the shaky thrusts easily, tongue sliding over slick skin where possible. Vi still has that possessive grip of her hair, using it now to pull Cait's head down slightly in time to meet her hips.
When Vi's movements halt, Cait pulls up against the hand on her head to suck at the tip once more, feeling Vi pulse in her mouth as a second's warning before she comes moaning her name. Cait does consider just spitting it out for a second, until she notices Vi watching her with a dazed expression.
Oh, what the hell. I've done worse.
Vi shudders when she swallows, still watching her as Cait leans down to press a last fleeting kiss on a sharp hipbone. With a light tap to Vi's hip, she gestures for her to lift her hips again and rights Vi back in her trousers before tugging them back up - the belts, she just leaves open. Vi can deal with those herself.
Strong hands grip onto her jacket, and she finds herself being tugged up and into a hug. She hadn't been prepared for being grabbed, and topples clumsily onto Vi under her; her reward is equally strong arms wrapping around her waist and trapping her there on top of Vi, who breathes warmly and deeply against the spot where her collarbone meets her throat. Settling only slightly uncomfortably into the cuddle, Cait does her best to return it - the 'best' here being looping her arms under Vi's neck.
"Am I not crushing you?"
Vi simply hums a negative sound, and makes no moves to let Caitlyn go for the time being. Cait humours her, relaxing into her spot and allowing herself to enjoy the warmth and comfort of Vi against her. She smells like sweat, and the sickly sweet tang of the healing potion Caitlyn had practically forced into her, and something so uniquely Vi - anger, maybe.
Sadness, also.
"Are you okay..?" Cait asks, uncertain in the quiet that has settled between them.
Vi hums again, this sound more pleasant than the one before it. Filled with something warm, not unlike the feeling of Vi and her flushed skin, as she finally relinquishes her hold of Caitlyn to instead loosely grip slim hips. They make eye contact when Cait lifts up onto her elbows, peering down at Vi under her.
"Vi?"
"I'm okay. Better than okay."
Cait smiles, even as she tries to send a scolding look at the girl pinned beneath her. It doesn't really work. "You had me worried there, not answering. Are you sure you're feeling better?"
Rubbing her thumbs over Cait's hips, Vi smiles back up at her - all easy, toothy grin and shaky bravado. "I feel a lot better, thanks to you." Then, the easy grin turns wicked as she shifts to a more leering look, "I guess I owe you one, Cupcake."
Rolling her eyes, Cait drops down to press a quick peck to the tip of Vi's nose - and enjoys the very brief sight of the other woman going crosseyed to follow her as she does so. Employing a finger to clinch her little tease in action, Cait taps her finger to the exact same spot she had just kissed, and laughs when it causes Vi to go crosseyed a second time.
"You owe me more than one, Sweetness."
The nickname cause Vi to flush to the tops of her ears, owlishly looking up at Caitlyn above her. She looks good down there. "Sweetness?"
The only answer she receives, is Cait tapping that same finger to her own lips.