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The night was quiet. It was peaceful, you could say. The soothing breeze chilling the warm bodies pressed together under a silk cover. The smooth fabric brushed against naked skin.
Pinned under a panting brawler, Caitlyn lay. The muscles holding her softly strained in resistance. Vi was holding back, Caitlyn observed.
“It’s okay…” Caitlyn whispered. Her hands were up and caressing Vi’s cheeks, pulling her down slowly. Vi’s eyes closed as she accepted the embrace. Caitlyn sighed at the contact and tugged the Zaunite closer.
It wouldn’t be the first time the young couple made love under the moonlight. They’d done it many times, and each encounter got more and more personal. Vi never thought she’d be a gentle lover. It wasn’t in her blood to be gentle. Fight was her default, violence. Roughness.
But they’d done that. It was amazing, but not their style. So tonight, Caitlyn made it a mission to go slow, make it as enjoyable for the both of them as possible.
Vi groaned lowly, her lips working against Caitlyns in an amazingly suffocating grip. Tongues are introduced subtly, wet and warm. A shiver passes the women and they cling to one another. The pink haired woman loves what's going on, but she wants to make Caitlyn feel good. Better than this.
“Cupcake.” She moans. It’s hoarse and raw with emotion. Vi struggles to get out her carefully thought sentence and pauses, looking into those caring dark blue irises. “I want to make you feel good.” She settles, and Caitlyn nods.
The arms draped freely across Vi’s neck drop, roaming flushed skin. Caitlyn breathes a shaky breath as Vi slides down to rest betwixt her thighs. Her pale skin darkens as a hickey is formed from Vi’s soft suction to her inner thigh. Vi kisses her way down to the junction of Caitlyn's long legs and pecks the bush of hair above where she's needed.
“Vi.” Caitlyn gasps. Her expression shows just how much she enjoys the way Vi teases her, and it amuses the pink haired woman. When Vi licks a slow stripe through wetness for a taste Caitlyn tenses. Her moans vibrate through her chest and it makes slick coat Vi’s own opening.
Vi can see Caitlyn reaching down, but she still flinches when a hand makes itself known in her hair, gripping gently. Caitlyn's slender fingers comb through the strands soothingly, heavy sighs leaving her parted lips as Vi laps at her clit slowly. Her taste is definitely something to savor. Vi could imagine Caitlyn's wetness being compared to the richest wine out there, she was so good.
Maybe it was a few minutes, maybe it was an hour, but after a while Caitlyn somehow felt her orgasm build deep in her gut from the kitten licks Vi teased her with. It started slow and the pressure made her feel dizzy. Vi hadn’t noticed yet, though, so lost in the intoxicating taste of Caitlyn hot on her tongue and the sounds she made.
The dead give away Caitlyn was about to cum was the way her breaths merged together and the high pitched moans she let out. Vi opened her eyes and looked up at the woman. It was clear as day she was about to finish with her sweat covered forehead gleaming and the warmth radiating off of her flushed skin.
Caitlyn maintained eye contact as her face scrunched up in complete rapture, hand curling into a loose fist in Vi’s hair. Vi sucked Caitlyn's clit feebly and enjoyed the whine Caitlyn rewarded her with. The wound up spring finally snapped and a rush of liquid confirmed Caitlyn's orgasm, her breath hitching and her body shaking lightly. Her hips moved up and down against her pleasure source and she twitched with each blissful passing of tongue against her.
It felt like she went to heaven for a few seconds, her mind blanking to a point of ringing in her ears. Caitlyn gasped after a good second of holding her breath like the wind was knocked out of her. Which wasn’t wrong. She was panting and her head felt buzzed.
Caitlyn felt how damp the sheets under her were and she shifted off of the spot, resting on a cold, clean section.
“You good there, Babe?” Vi grinned, wet and glistening. Her gray eyes bore into Caitlyn's soul, and Caitlyn closed her eyes so as to not embarrass herself further with the expression she surely pulled at the intense stare.
A firm lick on her clit startled her enough for her to open her eyes and she eyed Vi’s smug smile. Vi uncurled herself from the comfortable spot between Caitlyn's thighs and crawled up to lay on top of the dazed woman. She let out a sigh and nuzzled into the crook of Caitlyn's neck.
The couple relaxed against one another and it almost seemed like Caitlyn was asleep. Almost.
She quickly buried her hands into the boxers of Vi, leftover and forgotten from their frantic disrobing. The woman moaned breathily at the unexpected feeling. She shuddered as Caitlyn immediately got to work on her clit, rubbing light shapes onto the bud.
The brawler's head spun and she ground down on the welcomed digits. Caitlyn moved her hand lower and slid her middle finger up into Vi’s entrance. It was a tight squeeze, it always was, and Vi squirmed. She rubbed up against the finger embedded in her folds and she moaned once more. Low and feminine.
Caitlyn loved the sounds she made. Her hard exterior made it seem like she might just be a grunter, but she was very vocal. It was cute.
A whine of Caitlyn's name tumbled out of Vi’s mouth and she groaned into the Piltovian woman's shoulder. Caitlyn then began to move her wrist, stroking and caressing the light pink walls surrounding her finger. The movements she made were faint, not wanting a fast orgasm. Cait wanted to build Vi’s finish up just like she had done to her. Although accidental.
A series of swears muffled by the skin of her shoulder assaulted Caitlyn's ears as she cranked her fingers awkwardly and she giggled. Tired.
Caitlyn pressed a kiss to the side of Vi’s head as she fastened her pace slightly. She slipped another finger into Vi’s tight hole and she dug upward, loving the way the woman jerked with each hilting. Vi’s hips pushed forward on Caitlyn's fingers. Practically riding them. It soon became a rhythm the pair followed.
Caitlyn's efforts for Vi’s build up shattered when Vi begged her to go faster, harder. She could have easily declined and continued how she was going, but Vi locked eyes with her. She looked as if she was on the verge of tears, and Caitlyn kissed the worry from her brows. Cait began to thrust, hard.
And after that, it barely took Vi a minute to cum. She clamped down on Caitlyn's slowed fingers and cried out. It was quick, as Caitlyn feared, but Vi shook her head at the offer for a second round.
“‘M tired…” She mumbled, still catching her breath. Caitlyn was exhausted as well. All of the work she and the brawler had to do during the day finally weighed on her and she slumped.
Without removing her fingers from inside of Vi, Caitlyn fell asleep. Vi noticed this and laughed, grabbing Caitlyn's hand and sliding her fingers from her heat. The wetness that coated them was ignored, Vi not caring about anything other than cuddling up against Caitlyn and going to sleep.
The remaining hours of the night up until the morning were quiet. Peaceful. And just calm.
Vi appreciated it.
Appreciated Caitlyn.