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Caitlyn was, as Vi affectionately called it, in her brat era.
After all the responsibility she’d carried, Caitlyn had developed a strange relationship with authority. Having tasted unchecked power and still reeling from the damage it had caused, she had, oddly enough, found herself unable to resist pushing boundaries. And although she would never ever admit it in a million years, there was nothing she loved more than being put in her place.
Yesterday, Vi had finally had enough; she’d let the tension brew and boil until it bubbled over, and she'd pulled her over her lap, pupils blown and arguing the whole time. But Vi had tugged her trousers down and slapped her, hard on the bare skin, and a tiny moan slipped past her lips, fragile and almost swallowed. Vi could see how wet she was when she justled her over her lap, shifted her legs slightly further apart so Vi could smack the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Of course, she had continued to fight her, predictably, but then had broken into tears, which had been followed by an orgasm, or three as Vi had toyed with her, fingered her over her lap and rubbed her clit until she had tapped out, exhausted.
By the end of it, her tense posture had softened, her edge gone, an element of relief evident in the way she held herself, almost like a weight had melted away, leaving a quiet satisfaction in its place.
But clearly, it hadn’t hit the spot, not by a long shot. Despite the lingering heat in her skin from yesterday’s punishment, she was back at it. Pushing. Prodding. Testing Vi at every turn from the moment she had opened her eyes.
Vi had come to understand that she found this to be a reliable form of stress relief; her persistent pushing was almost certainly a sign she was still stressed, and most likely a little upset that yesterday hadn’t fully taken the edge off. But, of course, that didn’t make it any less infuriating how oppositional she was to everything that Vi said. It was like a pressure valve, one that let off steam, until she was in full-on brat mode. And the more Vi reacted, the more determined she became to push it further.
“Caitlyn,”
She didn’t look up.
She sat at her desk, posture perfect, pen moving steadily as she annotated a report she’d already read twice.
“Caitlyn,” Vi tried again, sharper this time.
Still nothing.
She didn’t even pretend not to hear—just kept writing, flipping a page with deliberate slowness. It was subtle enough to give her plausible deniability, but intentional enough to make Vi’s eye twitch.
“You’re pushing it today, Cait,” Vi warned, her voice low and steady. She was only half-pretending to be annoyed; there was something about how she pushed her limits that Vi found… strangely attractive. The way her defiance always seemed to beg for something, even if Caitlyn would never admit it. It was almost like a game, the way they danced around each other.
She was being bratty, like she always did when she wanted to see just how far she could go before Vi caved.
“I’m not even doing anything,” she muttered, half under her breath.
Vi closed the file a little harder than necessary. “I’m asking you a question about the case.”
No response.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Vi asked evenly.
She blinked at her, expression polite and faintly puzzled. “Mm. Most of it.”
Vi exhaled through her nose. “Most of it.”
“Well,” she said mildly, “you tend to ramble when you’re irritated.”
Vi’s jaw tightened. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?” She asked, already turning away, as if the conversation were barely worth finishing.
Vi raised an eyebrow. “Gods, you’ve been dismissive, condescending, and deliberately provocative all day.”
“I’ve been efficient,” she corrected. “If you’re reading tone into it, that sounds like a you problem.”
Vi chuckled darkly. “And you’re about five seconds away from another spanking.”
Caitlyn glared at her, cheeks burning, but she didn’t step away. “You’re impossible,” she muttered.
“And you,” Vi said evenly, “are being a brat.” Her eyes darkened. “You know exactly what you’re doing. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re practically begging for it.”
She rolled her eyes, her arms crossed defiantly. “I’m not begging for anything,” she snapped. She hated that Vi could always see right through her. “You can’t do that again.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, an almost amused glint in her gaze, “Oh, I think I can,” she said, her voice dripping with sweet menace. “And I think you’ll let me.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe that’s a sign you just didn’t hit hard enough.”
The silence that followed was thick and full of nervous energy.
Vi stepped closer. “That’s a really stupid thing to say.”
Caitlyn took a deep breath, trying to hold onto her stubbornness. “Okay, sorry I didn't mean that, I..just..I’m still sore,” she said, her voice faltered just slightly. “I won’t let you—”
Vi stepped even closer, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “Oh, I think you will. You’ll go over my knee again, if that’s what it takes. Another session with the hairbrush sounds so tempting, doesn’t it?”
The mention of it made her breath catch. She swallowed, heat flaring despite herself. “You can’t—”
“Oh, don’t I get to decide what happens, sweetheart?” Vi’s voice was soft, almost too sweet. “Remember our little agreement? You were bratty yesterday, and we both know how that turned out.”
Her scowl deepened, her arms crossed even tighter, but something in her shifted. The tension between them brewed, and god, it was so fucking hot. She hated how Vi could make her feel like this with just a few words. “You can’t do that.”
Vi looked her over. “I mean, I could. But I’m not cruel.” She leaned in just a little closer, lowering her voice. “I’ll give you an alternative.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What alternative?”
Vi’s expression softened just a little. “If you’re not up for another round of the hairbrush, you’ll take something else.”
Her stomach flipped, defiance warring with the heat pooling low in her body. “Something else?”
Vi paused, letting the tension stretch out between them before answering. “Something different,” she said quietly. “But very effective.”
Caitlyn’s breath caught in her throat, her bravado faltering for a split second. “No,” she muttered, arms still crossed, but the challenge in her posture was weakening, just a little.
Vi raised an eyebrow, giving her a last chance to rethink. “You don’t have a choice, Cait. You’ve been pushing me all morning. You’re getting punished. I’m letting you decide, spanking or something else…..”
The pause stretched on, and Vi could practically see the gears turning in her head.
”So, what’s it going to be?”
Caitlyn swallowed hard, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to be stubborn, to prove she wasn’t afraid. But deep down, she knew she would be punished either way, and there was a part of her.. a small, almost hidden part, that was curious to see just how far Vi would go, how much further she would push her.
So whilst the stubborn part of her wanted to keep going, to test the limits even more, save herself the embarrassment of giving in so easily. But the rest of her was aching for firmness, for something sharp, her body had already started to anticipate what was to come.
She stood, arms folded and clenched her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing dampness in her underwear.
“I said, what’s it going to be?”
Caitlyn lies bent over the counter, her underwear bunched around her ankles, feet apart. She's trying not to let her racing heart show on her face, a mix of anticipation and dread building inside her as she waits. Vi moves calmly in the kitchen, cutting, chopping, her back turned, focused on whatever she’s doing.
Her stomach twists. She doesn't know what's coming, but she knows it’s something, and it’s going to push her. "What are you doing?" she asks.
Vi doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she just hums quietly as she works away, taking her sweet time. She can feel the tension growing, stretching out before them. Sometimes, she swears the waiting is the worst part. Her body hums with the anticipation, nerves jittering, and every second that passes only makes the need for release stronger.
Finally, Vi turns around, a small grin playing on her lips, holding something up in her hand. She blinks, looking at it for a moment, unsure if she’s seeing things right.
“Ginger,” Vi says, grinning, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Her eyes widen in confusion. “Wait... What?” She stares at the ginger in Vi’s hand, still trying to make sense of the situation. “What is that for?” Her voice cracks, the anxiety slipping through despite her best effort to stay composed.
Vi just smiles, unbothered by her confusion and her chest tightens with uncertainty.
She's not used to being this unsure, and her mind races with questions she feels like she thinks she knows the answer to, given her position, and the shape of the root being dangled in her face, but still she isn't quite sure. "You’re going to put that… inside of me?” Caitlyn’s voice wavers, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face.
Her voice is perhaps more defiant than she feels, a wave of anxiety washing over her as she realises which is most likely about to happen, but she won’t back down. She doesn’t want to show how nervous she really is, even if her stomach is twisting. Shes nothing if not stubborn, and she’s not going to show any weakness anytime soon.
Vi raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by her attempt to hide her hesitation. “If you think you can handle it?” she says, almost teasing.
The question hangs in the air, and Caitlyn can feel the heat rising in her chest. She’s not going to let this intimidate her.
She laughs, “Fine,” trying to sound more confident than she feels. “Do as you please.”
“Good”
Vi lowers herself, pressing a soft kiss to Caitlyn's cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear. I'm going to put this inside of you," she says softly, into her ear, and she shudders. "In your ass. And you're going to take every last bit of it. Not because it feels good. Not because you want to. But because I’ve decided that this is what you need, to show you what happens to bad girls who misbehave. And you’ll hold it in until I say you've had enough”
Caitlyn shivers again.
Take your hands,” Vi instructs, calmly, “and hold your ass cheeks apart for me. And stay like that.”
She does as she says, hands reaching behind her, concentrating on her breathing as she presents herself to Vi, asshole exposed to the air. She imagines Vi standing over her, watching her offer herself like this, and a hot blush creeps up from her neck all the way up to the tops of her ears.
She hears Vi spit to coat the root and flinches as she presses it against her rim, “You’re going to have to try not to move around too much. I don’t want it to slip out of you”
She takes it away for a second, before Caitlyn feels her thumb rubbing over her hole in small circular motions, spreading what she assumes is more saliva between her cheeks and eliciting a groan, making sure she’s slick enough to insert the ginger, before teasing at her hole again, putting a little more pressure on it. Vi goes to push it all the way in before pausing.
“Do you have anything you’d like to say to me, Cait? An apology might take the edge off?”
“Fuck you,” she tries to spit, but it comes out as more of a moan as the tip keeps hovering over her tight ring of muscle.
Vi slowly pushes the tip of the ginger plug, watching her hole stretch around the root. She pushes it all the way up to the flat base that she’s carved, tapping her hands to signal she can let go.
It’s subtle at first. Very subtle.
Vi watches her intently, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving her. “You okay?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn says, voice tight as she swallows. “It’s fine. Just a little… tingly.”
But the burn doesn’t stay subtle for long. It’s slow at first... just a faint prickling that seems to build with every passing second. She presses her lips together, trying to hold back the urge to wriggle away, her insides warming in a way she isn’t expecting. The heat creeps up on her, her eyes flickering up to Vi, who has the slightest hint of satisfaction in the way she watches her.
She feels her face heat up as the burn deepens, suddenly roaring like wildfire. She clutches the edge of the counter, trying to steady herself, but the sensation keeps growing, like someone has ignited a slow fuse under her skin that’s burning her from the inside out.
Her face twists, and she thinks she must look decidedly uncomfortable, which is exactly what Vi wanted as she see’s Vi try to hide a smirk
“This..this is… way worse than I thought.”
Vi’s lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s supposed to be a punishment, you’re not supposed to like it”
"Fuck—I’m sorry..tell me how long" she pleads, her voice tight with both discomfort and desperation.
Vi steps closer, her tone soft but firm. "Oh, sweetheart, we’re well past verbal apologies now."
Caitlyn's stomach twists, and she swallows hard, trying to keep her composure.
"You’re just going to have to show me just how sorry you really are," Vi adds, and it’s almost cruel as she whimpers and opens her mouth to respond, but Vi holds up a hand, cutting her off. "I’ll be back soon," she says with a brief smile. "I just need to grab something from upstairs. It won’t take long."
But she is already struggling. Badly. Her tongue swirls around her mouth to try and distract her from the burn, and her hands clench into fists in front of her, and she squeezes them as she tries to tolerate the sensation. Her eyes water as she blinks rapidly, trying not to show too much weakness, even as she lies here alone. Her legs shift uneasily as she stands. Her cunt throbs, neglected and aching for attention. Despite the pain, arousal pools in her lower belly as endorphins flood her system.
But, the burn is raw now, unforgiving, and each little movement seems to make it worse, more intense. Her body is so sensitive to every little shift, the discomfort multiplying in ways she didn’t expect.
“Ohh sweetheart, look at you”, Vi comes back down the stairs, voice dripping in mock concern.
“My poor baby, all teary and restless and so desperate”, Vi purrs, “Look at what a mess you’ve made”
And she has made a mess, she can feel the way her thighs stick together when she moves, and there’s a wet, heavy feeling that has gathered in-between her legs.
Vi spreads her globes of flesh apart. The skin is red and inflamed around the root “Ohh, and you’re so sore”
Vi strokes in between her legs, two fingers sliding up her slit and coming to rest near her clit, applying gentle pressure.
“Ohhh—mphhh—fuck”
Vi stands behind her and begins kneading the flesh of her ass with her hand, and Caitlyn bites down a whimper as she presses down the red patches of broken skin, trailing her nails across her hips.
Vi’s hand moves to the centre of her ass, and swirls her finger around the ginger plug. For one wonderful moment, she thinks that Vi is about to take it out.
Instead, Vi presses on the root, pushing it to the base right up against her skin. The root moves deeper, making her knees buckle under her. She whines as Vi holds it in place before delivering a slap to the swell of her backside. It’s not hard, but on her sensitive skin, it’s enough that she jerks forward, clenching her cheeks. She lets out a howl as her body squeezes the ginger, and more of the fiery oil is released into her skin.
Another slap, and she clenches, again involuntarily. "Mmphh..Oww!” The sharp breath that follows hisses through the gap in her teeth—soft, like a faint whistle. Her chest rises and falls with the effort, a ragged moan slipping out as the air escapes unevenly. Tears spill out of the corners of her eyes, tracing the curve of her cheeks, streaked with frustration.
Caitlyn closes her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing, but the burn is relentless. She fidgets, shifting from foot to foot, trying to distract herself. It was worse than she had imagined. Her ass feels raw, like it’s being seared with every passing second.
Vi steps closer, watching her struggle with quiet amusement. She can’t think straight. All she can feel is the fire inside, burning and throbbing like it was being scalded. Her body shudders, and she can’t stop fidgeting, wringing her hands nervously, trying not to look too desperate as the heat continued to grow.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice small and pleading. “I’m sorry, I can’t—I need—take it out. Please…”
“What are you sorry for, baby?”
“For—for pushing you, and being rude all day,” she gasps.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Vi’s voice cuts through the haze of burn. Vi’s hand slides over Caitlyn’s back.
She nods, and she’s all tears and slobber and contriteness as she looks up at Vi, eyes pleading and full of shame, and Vi immediately reaches between her cheeks and gently takes it out. She feels so unbelievably submissive, bent over like this. She’s broken open, laid bare in a way that makes her stomach churn with embarrassment, but somehow also, desperately hungry for more. The humiliation is overwhelming; if she's being honest with herself, she knows she’s absolutely fucking wrecked. All because of a single piece of ginger. She can’t believe how quickly she’s unravelled. There’s nobody else in the world that I’d let see me like this, Caitlyn thinks, and she screws her eyes shut and puts her head down into her folded arms.
The burn starts to fade, slowly retreating from the edges of her mind. It doesn’t stop immediately, but the fire was now a dull heat, something she can breathe through. And still, she can’t stop the way the heat rushes through her, the throb of her aching body matching the pulsing need between her legs.
Her whole body trembles as she tries to catch her breath. Vi’s eyes soften, her voice low and reassuring now, her hand gently cupping Caitlyn’s cheek. “It’s okay. It’ll fade”
She nods, but it’s not just a nod. Her head is heavy. “Please,” she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, trembling as the word slips out. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. Doesn’t even care. Just needs something. Vi’s gaze softens as she looks down at her. Her fingers brush her cheek, wiping away the tears that have spilt freely. She closes her eyes, shuddering as Vi’s thumb caresses her skin.
“Please, Vi, it still burns, it hurts I—I just, but mmhp, feels good”…..“I—I want you to fuck me, please.” Caitlyn’s head rolls to the side as she looks back at her, eyes pleading for some form of stimulation.
“Hmm, well that depends," Vi tuts, "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”
She nods weakly, ashamed at how easily she’s giving in.
Vi chuckles softly. “Who knew a piece of ginger would make you so compliant?” She leans down, kissing the top of her head. Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip.
“Do you think it would feel good if I fucked you here?” Vi murmurs as her fingers find her rim and hover around the outside, grazing over her skin.
She pauses, blinking as she tries to focus. Her mind feels hazy, thoughts slipping through her grasp before she can catch them, and she struggles to piece together a coherent response.
“Has it stopped getting worse?” Vi starts to apply light pressure now.
It has stopped getting worse. The faint burn lingering as it slowly starts to feel good, and the pressure Vi applies makes her ache for more. “It feels—” she exhales shakily. “Can you keep going?”
“Are you going to ask me nicely..?” Vi starts. “To fuck your sore little hole”
“Ahhh-mpph-god”, she splutters as Vi presses the tip of her finger into her muscle. The intrusion aches slightly, but fucking hell, it feels good now that the burn has died down. All tingly and claimed in the best way.
“Please, Vi”, she croaks, “fuck me”
”That isn’t what I asked you, sweetheart” Vi’s finger pushes in, noticing the heat. When she touches Caitlyn here, it’s normally warm, but this is hot, fiery heat that causes her knuckle to burn as she pushes it all the way in. Vi starts to move her finger slowly, in and out, watching the way her body responds, the way she pushes her hips back into her hand.
“Please, Vi” she steels herself, teeth gritted in humiliation, “Will you please fuck my sore little hole?”
“Right, here’s what's going to happen. You're going to spread your cheeks for me, again, spread them nice and pretty for me”, Vi murmurs, and she can hear her fiddling with the straps and buckles behind her. Vi walks around the counter. The dildo she's fastened to the harness is bright blue, a medium size, not too big but still large enough that the thought of taking it where a faint burn still lingers, thrumming through her nerves, makes her stomach flip.
"And then you’re going to suck my cock, with that perfect tongue of yours, get it nice and slobbery and wet.” Vi pauses. “And then, you’ll take all of it up your ass like the good girl you are.”
She whimpers at the words, but reaches behind her without question. “There we go,” she can hear the smug grin in Vi's voice, and she presses her hips back demandingly and spreads her cheeks open for the second time today. There’s no real practical purpose to it, as Vi now stands in front of her; the order is meant to embarrass, acting as a deliberate display of her obedience. Her face burns, yet despite herself, a shiver of arousal runs through her at the thought of following Vi’s command so willingly.
Caitlyn opens her mouth for her, offering her tongue, without her even having to prompt, and she takes the tip into her mouth and sucks, slowly pushing forward to take more of her. “You’re so sweet for me, hm? Going to take whatever I give, aren’t you?”
She gives it another lick before taking the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She pulls her head back, and the saliva she's coated the silicone with leaves a trail from her lips to the tip. “So good at following orders, baby,” Vi coos, as she bobs her head and takes the length deeper. Vi groans, her nails scraping over her scalp as she begins rolling her hips into her face carefully, trying not to make her gag on her size, never pushing more into her mouth than she is sure she can take. "Good girl", Vi says softly, stroking down the side of her face and wiping away the streaks of drool that have escaped her lips. She moves back around to stand behind her. “Say the word, and we’ll stop, okay?”
“Mphh-yes-keep going”, she groans.
She does. Vi runs the head of it between her cheeks, around her rim, paying attention to the way Caitlyn pushes her hips back. She feels the head of the strap push at her entrance, teasing before applying gentle pressure. Vi withdraws slightly before she slides herself back into her, and she arches, shivers running down her body from the feel of Vi stretching her, and they both moan as she bottoms out. Vi starts to move in and out of her slowly, but surely working herself to a faster rhythm, holding onto her with an arm pushing down on her arched back that she used as leverage to angle her hips, hitting her deeply every time, rolling on every thrust. Vi slips her hand under her, between her legs, two fingers finding her clit and slowly rubbing it in time with her thrusts. Caitlyn puts her face down into her arm, and she bites at the skin from how intense the pleasure is.
“You look so gorgeous like this, Cait”, Vi murmurs. “My perfect girl, taking her punishment so well…fuck”
She groans again, and the sound of her breath catches in the gap between her teeth, escaping in a sharp, breathy whistle that mingles with her little gasps and cries as she's rocked over the counter with Vi's thrusts.
“Mmpp…you make such a good sub when you want to be Cait”, Vi pants in her ear as she grinds into her again.
“Gods, I’d do anything for you…..give you anything you wanted you know”
The praise pours over her like molten lava, slow and heavy, sinking deep into her, carving out space she didn’t know was there. Her heart stutters, and suddenly the tears come again, hot and unbidden, streaking down her cheeks.
She feels like she’s forgotten when she ends and where Vi begins, and the sensation of Vi filling her up so completely, pounding into her from behind makes her toes curl.
“You gonna come like this, baby?” Vi murmurs, mouthing at the shell of her ear, one hand tracing down her hip as she slams into her, one hand rubbing around her clit, hot and wet as droplets of arousal land on her thighs with the motion, “Gonna make a mess of yourself for me?”
The filthy words push her over the edge, and her hole clamps down on the strap, and Vi can feel her squeeze it as she comes, back arching upwards as she screams, silently into the air, her vision blurs at the edges and little white stars burst from the corners of her eyes. She falls, panting over the counter, dizzy, and suddenly she can feel the stickiness smeared down the insides of her thighs, the coolness of the counter against her hot skin, the way the blood rushes and buzzes in her ears. A soft moan of part exertion, part relief escapes her lips, but it all feels a bit much, and she puts her forehead down on the counter, closing her eyes.
"Hey, hey, are… are you okay?" Vi’s voice is low, almost uncertain. She leans forward slightly, her hand brushing Caitlyn’s hair back from her face, fingers trailing lightly over her skin.
She can’t respond at first, her eyes flickering open as she tries to steady her breathing. It’s been a while since she’s let herself feel like this, quiet, without that constant edge of resistance. The fight has drained out of her, but she’s not sure how to say it without sounding pathetic.
She shifts a little, her body still trembling. “I’m—I’m not sure”, she croaks.
"Hey," Vi whispers, brushing her thumb over the back of her hand. "It’s okay”
Vi gently brushes her hair back, her hand warm against her skin. She notices the way Caitlyn is still trembling, her eyes glassy. “You’re still crying,” Vi says softly, eyes full of concern. “What do you need, baby?
She closes her eyes, face still flushed, her breath unsteady. She doesn’t want to admit how exposed she feels, too exposed, way more so than before. Vulnerable in a way that makes her want to pull back, but the sensation of relief hums under the discomfort, soft and undeniable.
“Need you,” she whispered, her voice small, embarrassed, but as soon as she pushes the words past her teeth, she feels even more relieved they’re out there in the open. Lighter even.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Vi murmurs, pulling her closer into her arms. “I’ve got you.
Vi leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Come with me, yeah?"
The couch is already piled with blankets, and Vi reaches for the thickest one, tugging it free.
“Sit,” she says gently.
Vi drapes the blanket around her shoulders, then sits beside her, pulling her carefully into her chest. She tucks her into the blanket and into her arms, and she melts instantly, her head finding Vi’s shoulder, her fingers clutching the blanket like she’s afraid to lose the warmth.
"Is my perfect girl feeling more relaxed?" Vi asks, her fingers gently brushing through Caitlyn’s hair.
She just nods and swallows hard, her eyes darting away even as she leans instinctively into Vi’s touch.
“I’m… sorry. For before.” Her voice comes out hoarse, small, unsteady.
Vi doesn’t move her hand. She just watches her. “Sorry for what?” Vi asks softly.
Caitlyn winces, curling in on herself a bit under the blanket. “For… being difficult. For the attitude. I know I was… rude.” She squeezes her eyes shut, embarrassed. “I don’t know why I act like that. I just— it just happens. And then you look at me and I…” Her voice trails off. “I shouldn’t be like that with you.”
Vi lets out a slow breath, her thumb stroking just under her eye.
“Hey,” she murmurs, tilting her chin up gently. “Look at me.”
It takes a moment, but Caitlyn does.
“You know I meant it,” Vi tells her, tentatively. “I’d do anything for you, give you anything you wanted. You know that, right?” She smiles. “All the time, not just when you’re bouncing on the end of my strap.”
She lets out a small, breathy laugh, the sound catching her off guard and breaking some of the awkwardness that’s coiled in her chest. The corners of her lips twitch as the nervous warmth spreads through her, and she leans slightly into Vi, the laughter fading into a soft, embarrassed smile.
“I get it,” Vi murmurs, “and it’s okay. I know you. I know how your mind works. You push like that when you’re overwhelmed. You get sharp when you’re scared to ask for what you actually want.” Her fingers slide down her jaw, reassuring. “That’s your way of telling me you need me. But I understand. I know it’s how you’re working through everything in your head. You need to unload, and sometimes that means testing me, being a little bratty.” Her lips curve into a gentle, almost teasing smile, but it’s full of warmth. “And yeah, maybe it’s a little rude, but it’s not a problem for me. It’s part of how you process it all, and I’ll always let you do that, and I’ll always be here for you when you need to let that out.”
Vi’s thumb brushes over her cheek, soothing. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to feel guilty for that. Not really. It’s about you needing something. And I’ll give it to you, every time.”
She wants to say something, anything, but the words are stuck somewhere deep inside, tangled up. She simply nods, a barely audible sound escaping her lips, and cups Vi’s cheek, thumb brushing softly over her lower lip. Vi closes her eyes, leaning into the touch, letting the quiet stretch between them. Caitlyn leans forward, pressing a long, gentle kiss to Vi’s lips, warm, deep, and grateful, “Thank you,” she murmurs into the kiss, her voice soft and sincere. Her fingers curl into Vi’s shirt as she rests her head back on her shoulder.
“What I mean to say is, deep down, you’re a very good girl, even when you don’t feel like it.”
She flushes, hiding a small, amused grin. “Shut up,” she murmurs, teasing, but there's none of the earlier tension, just warmth and fondness. Slowly, she lets herself sink into Vi’s arms, curling against her and relaxing completely, until her fingers loosen in Vi’s shirt as she drifts off to sleep.