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The crowd had gathered around the 2015 purple Dodge Challenger, jumping and cheering, just in time for the driver to finally emerge from the front seat.
“Dickhead,” Jayce mutters, shaking a few loose strands of hair from his eyes. “Why does she always have to be the last out of the car when she wins a race.”
“Jayce, you do the exact same thing,” Viktor says, nudging Jayce playfully.
“Whatever. Let’s get out of here. The after party’s in full swing according to Mel. Tequila shots on me, so I can squeeze lime in my eye and rub salt in the wound.”
Caitlyn laughs and gives him a light shove as Jayce opens the door of his blue Ford Mustang (“This is Ford Performance Blue, Caitlyn. Give the colour respect please.”), and he smiles at her warmly.
She’d been hanging around with the Hex crew since she moved in with Jayce four years ago after seeing his ad for a roommate online, and Jayce and Viktor had been in the underground racing scene since they were barely out of highschool. Jayce is their lead driver, having helped out at his local mechanic shop since he was a kid. He first got behind the wheel of a car at eleven, and his years of experience meant he was an incredibly skilled driver by the time he started entering races. She wasn’t too sure when Viktor had joined Jayce, only that together the pair had earned quite the reputation for never winning a single race, despite arguably being more skilled than other teams. They only started winning once Mel offered up chunks of her trust fund to finance the best car parts, after having seen Jayce push into first place on a hairpin turn at sixteen, only to lose on the straight because his engine couldn’t keep up.
Mel rarely came to the races in person, opting instead to set up a large screen at whichever club was nearby to stream it live to a crowd of people. This would inevitably transition into a huge party where most of the crews and solo racers would head to celebrate (or commiserate) and unwind.
Of course, Vi and her crew never came to those. Vi, with her 2015 purple Dodge Challenger, who’s currently clapping her hands above her head, grinning at the floor as the crowd still surrounds her. From Caitlyn’s experience, Vi was a practical racer – she turned up fifteen minutes before the starting time, talked strategy with her crew, then got in the car and raced. That’s not to say that Vi wasn’t allowed to enjoy a bit of attention from her adoring fans, just that Caitlyn isn’t even sure how she has so many when the only interactions they had with her were a few minutes either side of the race itself. Maybe that’s why Jayce is so pissed off.
Caitlyn’s just about to climb into the back of Jayce’s Mustang when a voice echoes across the street.
“Hey cupcake!”
Jayce’s head whips around with a speed Caitlyn swears could match the Mustang at full pedal, and she sighs before turning back to see Vi standing with her hand next to her mouth, smirking. Her pink hair is pushed back with a metal band, and she’s wearing her signature black leather jacket. With her hand reaching up, a slither of muscled skin is exposed just above her black ripped jeans.
“If you get sick of sidelining in the backseat, come back later and I’ll take you for a ride.”
Jayce slams the door and makes towards Vi, but Caitlyn grabs his forearm, holding him back. A few of the girls around Vi start giggling, and Caitlyn stands taller, trying not to feel self-conscious in her short skirt and knee-high boots.
“She’s just trying to rile you up Jayce. If she actually offended my honour, you know she wouldn’t still be upright.”
Caitlyn isn’t actually sure how true that is – she’d heard whispers of Vi’s occasional performance at the cage fights that popped up near the shimmer dens - no finesse or grace, like in her racing, just pure, wild fury. Caitlyn's still pretty confident that she's got the speed and agility to pack at least one punch before Vi could stop her though.
Jayce puffs some hair out of his face and his shoulders deflate some, the anger at Vi's baiting short lived.
“C’mon,” Caitlyn says. “I’ll even squeeze the lime in your eye myself, as a treat.”
—
The four of them push their glasses together with a clink before throwing them back. Caitlyn grimaces at the burn, sucking hard on a lime slice as Jayce cheers loudly. The party had indeed been in full swing when they arrived – lights dimmed, music blasting, and the entire underground racing scene piled into the basement of an office bloc which moonlighted at one of the hottest clubs in the city. Well, almost the entire scene.
“C’mon!” Jayce calls over the music, grabbing Mel’s hand and looping his arm around Viktor’s waist. “Time to dance!” He wiggles his eyebrows at Caitlyn and she nods once, still sucking on the lime. They make their way through the writhing crowd to the middle of the dance floor. Caitlyn’s pleasantly buzzed, moving her body to the music, gripping Mel’s waist over her short dress, bumping Jayce’s shoulders, looping her arms around Viktor’s neck as they all laugh and dance together.
Since they arrived, people had been coming up to the three of them, fans clapping Jayce or Viktor on the back, or complimenting Mel on the great party. Some people even try to flirt. Caitlyn can’t help feeling like an outsider, even as Jayce pours liquor into her mouth from the bottle.
After another couple of fans ask the three for a photo, the wretched feeling has settled firmly in the pit of Caitlyn’s stomach and she can’t stand it any more, looking at them all huddle together. She rushes through the crowd, now even more packed than when they arrived. Out on the street, the cool air hitting her face, the feeling doesn’t fade and she feels tears prickle as she takes a few deep breaths.
“Caitlyn! You good?” The three of them are standing in the doorway to the club, concern on their faces. Caitlyn leans back against the brick wall, not knowing what to say without sounding childish. She decides she doesn’t care.
“When are you going to let me behind the wheel? Teach me how to drive, I want to be part of this!”
Mel and Viktor exchange a look as Jayce balks slightly.
“You guys can take this,” Mel says, coming to kiss Caitlyn lightly on the cheek before heading back inside. Viktor shifts uncomfortably on his cane, glancing at Jayce.
“Do we have to talk about this now Cait?”
“Yes! Jayce, you know ever since I found out what you guys do I’ve wanted in. I see the rush you get from the race, the power you hold when your hands grip the wheel. The grins on your stupid faces as they do the countdown. I always just sit and watch, and it’s fine, you’re my friends and I love you, but it’s so hard not being on the team.”
Jayce sighs, running a hand through his hair, the other resting on his hip.
“Cait, look I get it, of course I fucking do, but it’s- you can’t just...I-” he looks at Viktor. “Help?”
Viktor shakes his head, looking sheepishly between them. “You know I have no issue with Caitlyn learning with us, but I fear my lack of...practical experience wouldn’t be the best for her tutoring.”
Jayce throws his hands in the air, turning helplessly. Caitlyn’s fists curl in frustration.
“Do you not think I can do it?” She whispers, something sharp in her tone. “Or can you just not stand the thought of sharing some of the spotlight?”
“That’s not fair, Caitlyn. You have no idea what it takes to get here, what you can lose. It’s not a fucking game, something you do just because you want to be part of the gang – you’re already part of the gang, for fucks sake, you don’t need to drive to be that!”
“I’m constantly on the outside! I mean look at tonight!” She shouts, gesturing towards the door, the heavy bass barely audible on the street. “It’s always the three of you, the Hex crew, and I’m just…”
“You’re seriously saying you want to drive for the glory, because you’re jealous of random strangers wanting a photo of us?” He scoffs. “I mean if that’s the reason, why don’t you fuck off with Vi and ask her, that’s all she cares about. I take this shit seriously, Caitlyn.”
She blinks at him angrily, her throat tight. He shifts slightly, crossing his arms.
“Maybe I will.” She storms past them both, knocking Jayce on the shoulder as she passes, her bag almost hitting him in the face.
“Caitlyn, where are you going? If you’re leaving at least get a cab!” He calls after her. Without turning back, she gives him the middle finger. “Text me when you get home!”
Fuelled by their argument and the alcohol still fuzzing through her mind, Caitlyn doesn’t want to head home and finds herself following Jayce’s advice.
—
Caitlyn walks into the parking lot and heads towards the circle of sports cars in the back corner, illuminated only by a few flickering street lights and the pale moon. A group is gathered in the centre and Caitlyn can hear the faint beat of an electro-pop playlist, probably from one of their high-tech car speakers. Even from this distance, she can tell which of the shadowed figures belongs to Vi – leaning against the hood of a yellow Chevrolet Camaro, her face turned towards another driver, away from Caitlyn as she walks closer.
Caitlyn recognises Jinx in the crowd too, dancing in front of her black Mitsubishi 3000GT and laughing with another driver in her and Vi’s crew – a lanky boy Caitlyn can’t remember the name of. The driver Vi’s talking to is Ekko, her co-pilot. Claggor, one of the city’s race directors, notices Caitlyn and turns to call Vi’s name, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head in Caitlyn’s direction.
Vi turns around, a slight frown appearing on her face for a moment before she slowly pushes herself off the hood of Ekko’s Camaro. Caitlyn is no more than ten meters away now and pretty much the whole group is looking at her. She has the strongest urge to glance at the floor as she walks, or to tuck her hair behind her ears, but she keeps her gaze locked on Vi. Her jacket has come off sometime between the race and now, and the only thing providing any modesty is her cropped bandeau. Caitlyn can’t help but gawk slightly.
“Take a wrong turn out of the club, cupcake?” Vi asks, glancing down Caitlyn’s body, her expression painfully neutral. Caitlyn had undone a few buttons of her pinstripe shirt, and she thinks Vi’s eyes linger slightly at her open collar. At least they’re as bad as each other.
She stops next to the passenger door of Vi’s Challenger. They’re now facing each other, only a few paces away. Caitlyn squares her shoulders, tilting her head to the side as she slowly slides her hand into the handle of Vi’s car.
“It’s 2am, right? I assumed this counted as ‘later’. You gonna take me for that ride?”
Vi’s eyes snap back to Caitlyn’s from where they’d been watching her fingers curl around the door handle. Caitlyn raises her brows slightly.
Most people are exchanging looks with a mixture of surprise and amusement, and Caitlyn hears a few shocked laughs. One of them Caitlyn doesn’t know by name is full on gaping at her in shock. Ekko says something quietly to Vi, who leans back slightly against the side of the Camaro to hear, her eyes narrowing as she stares at Caitlyn.
“What about your boys, you got permission? Don’t want them throwing a fit at the next race.”
Heat travels to Caitlyn’s ears, thinking about their fight earlier, and she grips the handle tighter.
“That sounds like more of a ‘you’ problem really, Vi. Are you going to open the door or should I go somewhere else?” She replies with a sweet smile.
Everyone’s staring at Vi now, and for an awful moment Caitlyn feels sick with the realisation that Vi might laugh at her. She hadn’t considered the very real possibility that Vi would reject her, but it was becoming more and more rational with every passing second she just looks at Caitlyn.
Finally, Vi reaches into her pocket and the white lights of her Challenger flare up, and Caitlyn can breath again. She pulls open the passenger door and slides into the seat. The other drivers erupt into whoops and cheers, a few of them shouting encouragement as Vi strolls around the front of the car.
Caitlyn shuts the door and relaxes slightly. She’d never been inside Vi’s car – why would she ever have a reason to – but she’d heard others talk about what a nice job she’d done with the interior. The seats were classic black leather with her logo imprinted into the middle, to match the tattoo on her face. She’d added purple LEDs around the dashboard and center console, as well as a custom steering wheel with purple accents. The display had been replaced with a high-tech touchscreen that was currently showing a looping animation of a cityscape. Purple toned, of course. Caitlyn scoffs but had to admit it was impressive – she knew from the Hexes that this kind of modification wasn’t cheap, not to mention what Vi had done to the engine.
The door opens and Vi steps into the car, turning the key in the ignition. The Challenger hums to life, purring as Vi closes her door. She leans over and wordlessly reaches for the seatbelt above Caitlyn’s shoulder, so close that Caitlyn can feel the warm breath on her cheek. She freezes, staring at the muscles in Vi’s arm as she pulls Caitlyn’s seatbelt across her body and clicks it into the buckle, her hand brushing against Caitlyn’s hip. Vi pulls the belt taut and Caitlyn gasps slightly, looking up to meet Vi’s gaze. She’s leaning over the center console and their faces are impossibly close. Her grey eyes flit briefly down to Caitlyn’s parted lips before she sits back and buckles herself in. Caitlyn lets out a shaky breath, watching the crowd cheer through the tinted windshield as Vi revs the engine a few times before reversing out and pulling onto the main road.
The speakers quietly play some slow alternative song as they drive along in silence, and Caitlyn realises that she’s never been alone with Vi before. In fact, she’s hardly ever spoken to her. They only interacted in passing glances or the occasional jibe during races. Aside from the rumours about her fighting, Caitlyn literally knows nothing about the woman.
They speed past a sign that indicates they’re heading just out of the city, towards one of the more residential areas. Vi stares straight ahead, one hand resting on her own thigh. She’d taken the band out of her hair so it falls softly onto her face. Some is tucked behind her ear, revealing a line of piercings, and Caitlyn follows the trail of black ink crawling from the back of her neck down over her arms. Vi’s eyes flicker over to Caitlyn, and she quickly shifts her gaze back outside.
“You’ve hung out with racers long enough to know what we mean when we say we’re taking someone for a ride, right?” She says it like a statement, but when Caitlyn doesn’t answer, Vi glances over again.
“Yeah,” Caitlyn says, clearing her throat slightly, all her earlier confidence dissipating. “I know what it means.”
Vi sighs. “Then what the fuck are you doing in my car right now, Caitlyn.”
She turns to stare at Vi in disbelief, an exasperated noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff escaping her lips.
“You tell me, Vi,” she bit out, enunciating the last syllable. “You’re the one who asked me to come and find you after the race, you’re the one who unlocked your door! I didn’t just teleport in here.” Caitlyn vaguely registers that this is probably the first time she’s ever heard Vi say her name.
Vi runs a hand through her hair, exasperated, before leaning against the window. They’d passed a number of houses as they’d left the city, but as the road had begun winding uphill, the houses were replaced by trees which seemed to get more and more dense.
“Where are we going?” Caitlyn asks, not entertaining the possibility that Vi could be taking her somewhere dangerous, could hurt her, but still feeling unnerved by not recognising her surroundings.
“For a ride.” Vi replies, quickly holding up her hand and laughing when Caitlyn scowls at her. “I’m kidding! Sorry! We’re just east of the city. There’s a spot at the top of this road I head to sometimes. Was the first place I could think of going.”
The car slows as they approach a chain link fence with a ‘No Entry’ sign on the gate. Vi puts the Challenger in park and hops out, pulling a set of keys from her pocket and unlocking the gate. Caitlyn can see the intricate design of her tattoos in the headlights, muscles flexing as she pulls the gate across. Caitlyn inhales in an attempt to settle the fluttering in her stomach, but instead she feels light-headed.
“What am I doing,” She whispers to herself, painfully aware that she’s sitting in the car of an objectively attractive lesbian in the early hours of the morning, what feels like miles away from civilisation. Vi’s footsteps crunch on the gravel road as she heads back towards the car and Caitlyn takes another shaky breath, hands gripping her skirt.
They drive slowly through the gate, stopping briefly so Vi can close it again, before continuing a little further up the road. It begins to even out and eventually the gravel stretches into a wide open space big enough for a few cars. Vi drives towards the edge, where the trees open up, and Caitlyn gasps as the city comes into view.
Caitlyn had never really explored outside of the city, spending more time reading about other places than actually going, and she was awestruck by how small it looked from this distance. It was so easy to get lost inside, the tall buildings feeling all-consuming, the winding alleyways and sounds of the streets inescapable.
“Pretty cool, right?” She turns and sees Vi leaning against the hood of her Challenger, jacket back on and arms crossed, the wind blowing her hair slightly. She’s looking out over the cityscape, her face illuminated by the lights below, smiling softly.
“How did you find this place?” Caitlyn asks. There was nothing that indicated this place was dangerous, full of toxic waste or crumbling infrastructure, so she could only assume it was private land. To which Vi had the key.
“It was up for auction a few years back. I didn’t grow up here, and liked the idea of having somewhere…outside it, y’know? Quiet, where I could just think. Doesn’t seem so overwhelming when you can see the entire place from up here.” She says, nodding towards the view. Caitlyn can’t stop the surprise showing on her face.
“I assumed you were from here.” She says, heading back towards the car as the wind picks up slightly. “People say that’s how you’re so fast, you know the streets better than anyone. I heard you have shortcuts hidden everywhere – secret portals through walls or something.”
Vi laughs at that, leaning back slightly as Caitlyn takes a seat next to her. She can’t help but laugh a little too as she admires Vi’s profile.
“Not quite,” she says, still smiling. “It’s just practice.” Vi turns to look at Caitlyn. “Although people say Jayce has literally been touched by the Arcane. That you can see the glow on his stupid Mustang when he flies over the finish line. I’ve never really noticed though, I’m usually already way over it by the time he catches up.”
Caitlyn fakes a loud laugh, knocking into Vi’s shoulder, and Vi chuckles with her. This close she can see a line of freckles across Vi’s cheeks, the faint scar across her top lip. She realises she’s practically climbed on top of Vi, their thighs pressing closely together, and Caitlyn pulls away, but her smile falters when Vi follows her, leaning in. Caitlyn glances down at her mouth as Vi inches slowly closer, lips parting as she takes a shallow breath. Vi blinks suddenly and shakes her head slightly, moving away to look out over the city again. They sit in silence for a few moments, broken only by the rustling of trees and the faint sound of traffic.
“So, how long have you guys been together?” Vi asks suddenly. Caitlyn jerks back, brows furrowed. Vi looks at her again, frowning at her expression. “...you and Jayce?”
Caitlyn gapes at Vi, a shocked laugh bubbling from her throat. “We’re not together. We’ve never…It’s not like that with us, with any of them. Especially not the boys.” Vi inhales sharply and Caitlyn follows the movement of her broad shoulders.
“They’re my closest friends. Probably some of my only friends honestly. People didn’t really stick around after I left home.” Caitlyn murmurs, chuckling awkwardly.
Vi’s expression is blank again, a mirror of when she first saw Caitlyn approaching her in the parking lot earlier. Caitlyn lets out another singular laugh.
“Wait, is that why you’re always teasing me at the races? To try and get under his skin?”
“It does get under his skin, that’s why I assumed you were dating. He always seemed...jealous, I guess.” Vi rubs the back of her neck, turning back to the view again.
Caitlyn nods slowly, waiting for Vi to say more. When she doesn't, Caitlyn feels her cheeks warming, slightly embarrassed for some reason. She coughs again.
“So, is this your usual spot then? I thought the whole point of taking someone for a ride was to be somewhere that everyone knows about, where people can stumble across your car and spread the word, or whatever.” She looks over her shoulder towards the entrance. “The locked gate seems kind of counter-intuitive.”
“I don’t have a usual spot.” A beat. “I’ve never brought anyone here before.”
She’d spoken so quietly that Caitlyn almost thought she misheard. She turns, and there’s something earnest about the way Vi looks at her now, something unfiltered in her eyes, her upturned brows and soft lips. The fluttering in Caitlyn’s stomach returns as they look at each other, and Caitlyn is so sure Vi can hear the sound of her heart in her chest.
“Cupcake,” Vi whispers, her hand reaching up to gently caress the side of her face, and Caitlyn leans into her touch. Vi’s hand tilts Caitlyn’s chin up as she leans in, lips parting slightly before pressing softly against hers. Caitlyn’s eyes flutter closed and she reaches up to slide her fingers through Vi’s hair, bag falling off her shoulder. Their mouths move against each other slowly, and the hand that isn’t gently cupping Caitlyn’s face settles onto her waist. The touch against her bare skin sends a spark through Caitlyn and she gasps slightly, tugging a fistful of Vi’s hair and pulling her closer. Vi moans into Caitlyn’s mouth, shifting to stand firmly between Caitlyn’s legs, hands travelling to grasp the underside of her thighs and pull Caitlyn sharply forward. Caitlyn breaks away, arms circling Vi’s neck for support. They stay like that for a moment, Caitlyn perched on the hood of the Challenger, legs wrapped around Vi’s waist, breathing heavily, lips swollen. Vi’s pupils are blown as she licks her lips.
“Kiss me again,” Caitlyn whispers against her, and Vi groans before wrapping those muscled arms around Caitlyn’s waist, kissing her so fiercely Caitlyn can hardly breath. Vi’s mouth moves down to her neck and presses soft, sweet kisses there, and Caitlyn’s head tips back with a small gasp, gently gripping the back of Vi’s neck. Vi’s hands tighten on Caitlyn’s and she nips gently against Caitlyn’s skin before continuing to press soft kisses down Caitlyn’s body. Caitlyn leans back on her elbows, lips parted in silent pleasure, eyes closed, her head tilted towards the sky. Vi reaches to deftly undo the buttons of Caitlyn’s shirt, pushing it open and taking an exposed nipple in her mouth and sucking hard. Caitlyn’s thighs tighten around her waist and she moans at the feeling of the two of them pressing against each other. Caitlyn places her hand over Vi’s and brings it up to cup her other breast, squeezing gently and letting out a soft gasp. Vi shifts her hips closer, breath shaky against Caitlyn’s skin. Caitlyn shivers.
She feels Vi’s thumbs dip beneath her waistband as she moves up to kiss her again, slow and open-mouthed.
“Can I?” She whispers, hands travelling down, coming to rest on Caitlyn’s bare thighs, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. All Caitlyn can do is nod, and Vi breathes heavily through her nose, closing her eyes as she slides her hands slowly beneath Caitlyn’s skirt.
Vi’s mouth works its way back down Caitlyn’s body, small kisses littered on her neck, her collarbone, over her bare chest, all the while squeezing Caitlyn’s thighs firmly, fingers dancing closer but never touching where Caitlyn needs her. Caitlyn grips the hair at the nape of Vi’s neck as her mouth continues down. Her head tips back and she lets out a soft moan – Vi’s fingers had crept beneath her underwear to grip her hips. Heat pools between Caitlyn’s thighs and she squeezes her eyes closed, breaths coming out ragged.
“Vi, please,” she begs. “I need-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Vi gasps out, pushing Caitlyn further onto the Challenger to bring her legs over her broad shoulders. Caitlyn falls back onto her elbows again, watching as Vi pushes her skirt up to her waist, eyes locking with Caitlyn’s as she presses a slow and deliberate kiss on the inside of her thigh. Caitlyn groans at the ache between her legs, leaning back to look up at the stars. She feels Vi’s breath against the dampness of her underwear and shivers again, arms covering her face.
Vi’s lips move to the dip of her thigh and Caitlyn’s legs shake with tension. Pulling Caitlyn’s underwear to the side and exposing her to the warm night air, Vi finally, finally presses her mouth to her and Caitlyn releases a low groan of satisfaction. Vi’s tongue swipes across her clit in maddening circles, slowly and gently at first. Caitlyn moans as the pressure increases, her hands grasping at nothing until Vi laces her fingers through them, and Caitlyn’s squeezing them in tandem with Vi’s tongue as she picks up the pace, her entire body coiling tight.
Vi sucks once, sending a jolt of pleasure through Caitlyn. Her mouth parts in a soundless moan. Moving forward just enough to loop Caitlyn’s hands around her neck, pressing Caitlyn’s thighs against her own stomach, Vi squeezes her hands once before releasing them, never letting up with her tongue. Caitlyn opens her eyes to see Vi staring directly at her. From this angle, Caitlyn can see every flick of Vi’s tongue against her and she whimpers. One hand circling her thigh, Vi moves the other between them to drag a finger through the wetness there. Caitlyn’s hips roll forward, chasing that feeling, squeezing on nothing.
“Fuck, Vi, I want- to feel you inside- please.”
Vi’s eyes roll back as she groans and the vibration sends pleasure rolling up Caitlyn’s spine. Vi presses a single finger against Caitlyn’s entrance, teasing. Caitlyn twitches, releasing the fistful of Vi’s hair to throw her arms over her face, biting her bottom lip to keep from begging Vi to just please fuck me.
“You’re so wet, cupcake, fuck.” She moves off Caitlyn’s clit to take a mouthful of thigh and suck hard as she slowly sinks two fingers inside. Caitlyn’s too far gone to care about the noises she’s making as Vi curls her fingers, working relentlessly to give Caitlyn what she wants. They stay like that – Caitlyn, splayed across the hood of Vi’s Challenger, legs pushed up as Vi brings her closer to the edge – when a blaring ring cuts through their pants and moans.
Caitlyn jolts, head flying up to see Vi pull away from her to glance at the noise, fingers still inside her. Scrambling, Caitlyn manages to pull her phone out of her bag, Jayce’s name flashing on the screen. The time in the top left reads almost 4am and Caitlyn’s swears quietly, moving to sit up, but Vi holds her in place with one muscled arm. She’s shaking her head.
Caitlyn stares at her. “I should probably answer this.”
Vi hums in acknowledgement, blinking slowly, before she draws her fingers out just to push a third back in, all the way down to her knuckles. She smirks at Caitlyn’s sharp inhale, the squeeze of her thighs. Caitlyn’s phone is still ringing. She falls back against the Challenger again, groaning as she presses answer.
“Cait! Where are you? We thought you were heading home but you’re not here, and you weren’t answering your phone so I started panicking and thought maybe-”
“Hey, yeah, sorry. I-” Vi curls her fingers in a way that makes Caitlyn practically blind. “I’m fine.”
“Where are you?” Jayce asks, and Caitlyn squeezes her eyes shut as the hand holding Caitlyn still moves to press against her clit, circling at a speed that has Caitlyn squirming. She desperately tries to think of an answer that doesn’t involve telling Jayce who’s face is currently between her legs. She settles for something resembling the truth.
“I’m uh...with someone.”
Jayce pauses, then lets out a surprised laugh. “Damn girl! Where did you manage to pick someone up from? Didn’t think you had anything going on right now. Were they good?” Caitlyn lifts her head to look at Vi, whose looking directly at Caitlyn, eyes dark. Caitlyn doesn’t break the eye contact.
“Yeah, she’s good.”
Vi smirks as she picks up the pace of her fingers working inside Caitlyn, the finger on her clit, and Caitlyn can feel the pleasure building, her body tingling. “I’m hanging up now, be back soon.”
She can hear his laughter as she ends the call, throwing her phone haphazardly. Vi doesn’t let up, pushing Caitlyn closer to the edge and all she can do is throw her head back and try to muffle the string of sounds spilling from her mouth as they echo around the clearing.
“Don’t do that, cupcake, let me hear you. Wanna know when you’re close.” She crooks her fingers inside her again, and Caitlyn’s vision whites out.
“That’s it, that’s so hot, you’re so hot cupcake, come for me, that’s it,” Vi encourages as moans spill from Caitlyn’s lips, her whole body twitching as she feels herself tipping towards the edge. With a final thrust of Vi’s fingers, Caitlyn lets go, moaning Vi’s name and clenching around her as she rides out her orgasm. Vi keeps working her fingers, dragging it out, until Caitlyn reaches between them to grasp Vi’s wrist, halting her movements.
Vi slowly pulls out, shuffling Caitlyn’s legs from her shoulders as she comes up to kiss her. One hand rests against Caitlyn’s hip, Vi’s thumb stroking soft circles against her hipbone. Caitlyn hums happily, bringing her arms around Vi’s neck to deepen the kiss, their mouths moving languidly against each other. Vi pulls back with a laugh.
“Well, that was unexpected. Definitely not unwelcome though.” She smiles as Caitlyn laughs too, brushing a strand of hair from her face. It feels intimate, being this close, staring into each others eyes with stupid grins on their faces.
Placing a small kiss against Caitlyn’s cheek, Vi slides out from between Caitlyn’s legs to stand before lifting Caitlyn off the Challenger. Caitlyn wobbles slightly as her feet meet the ground and Vi grips her waist, solid and strong.
“You okay cupcake?”
Caitlyn nods, light-headed with her post-orgasm glow.
“Although,” she says, stepping towards Vi so their chests press against each other, hooking her fingers through Vi’s belt loops to pull her in. “I am 100% getting short-changed.”
Vi barks out a laugh, bringing her arms to circle Caitlyn. “Oh really? Once not enough for you?”
Caitlyn dips her fingers into Vi’s waistband before moving to fiddle playfully with the button of her jeans. Vi’s throat bobs, breaths coming out shorter as she stares open-mouthed at Caitlyn.
“Maybe another time,” Vi says, eyes flicking to Caitlyn's lips as Caitlyn brings her tongue to flit across them. She gulps again. “Gotta get you home so the gang doesn’t freak out and think you’ve been kidnapped.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but pulls away. Vi squeezes her waist once before letting her hands fall and walks towards the passenger door, flinging it open and bowing low as she gestures for Caitlyn to take a seat inside.
They drive in silence on the way back to the city, Caitlyn directing Vi once they get close enough. Vi sings quietly along to the soft music, hands tapping the wheel, and Caitlyn smiles, feeling warm and…
“Hey, cupcake.”
Vi’s hand is resting on her thigh, shaking gently. Caitlyn looks outside, blinking slowly as the blaring neon lights of the 24-hour mart just down the street from her apartment come into focus.
“I didn’t want to pull up directly outside, just in case. Don’t want either of us getting in trouble,” Vi murmurs. Caitlyn nods, biting her lip before turning to Vi.
“So, um,” she says uncertainly. “Should uh, I mean…”
She takes a deep breath.
“Do you want my number?” Caitlyn asks. She doesn’t really know what she wants from Vi, but she doesn’t really want to go back to being strangers and definitely wouldn’t mind doing this again.
Vi squeezes Caitlyn’s thigh once, grinning, before she reaches out to pull her in. Her mouth is warm and soft and Caitlyn melts into the kiss. They move together so in sync and Caitlyn really doesn’t want to stop, but it’s almost 5am and she can’t help the huge yawn that creeps up on her. Vi laughs.
“Yeah, cupcake. I want your number.”
Vi watches as Caitlyn walks to her apartment building, waving once before Caitlyn turns her key in the door and heads upstairs. The warmth blooming in her chest shifts as she tries to figure out exactly what the fuck she’s meant to say to Jayce, and then she remembers their fight and wonders if she should still be mad at him. Her phone buzzes in her bag, and Caitlyn smiles, pulling it out. The message is short and sweet, and Caitlyn saves the number under something inconspicuous, taking a deep breath as she reaches her front door.
She’s so screwed.