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In the past, Vi used to be better at filling empty hours. Apparently, not so much anymore.

It had been nice, at first: She got some extra sleep and lazed around for a bit, getting out of bed only to find something to eat, stretch, and tidy up a little. But then the minutes began to drag on, and then the hours. By midday, she no longer knew what to do with herself.

She couldn’t complain. She had asked for this, the night before:

Perhaps it was that the bed was especially warm and it had been rainy for almost a month, perhaps it was that she had been carrying gigantic blocks of concrete and metal all day, but suddenly she said, “I want to take a break tomorrow.”

“Really?” Caitlyn asked, snuggled up next to Vi under the blankets—a little sleepy, very lovely. She often suggested exactly that, especially while massaging Vi's shoulders after a long day. “Will you be okay on your own?” Her tone indicated that Vi would only have to ask and Caitlyn would stay by her side.

It wasn’t a bad idea, Vi thought. The preceding days had been rough for them both. Between the reconstruction work in the middle of the rainy season—with all the delays that this entailed—and the community aid efforts, they both arrived home late and fell asleep in each other's arms almost instantly, sometimes without even having time to chat.

However, Caitlyn had a meeting with the council early the next day. Vi knew how stressed Caitlyn got every time she canceled one of those, so she said, “I'll be fine. You can take a break when you have fewer things to do, then I'll cover for you in turn.”

Caitlyn was taken aback by the refusal. They usually spent their days off together, went on small dates and stuff—Vi liked trying new food places and Caitlyn liked to explore any new place. Caitlyn considered the idea carefully.

“I hadn't thought of it that way,” she admitted.

Vi raised a fist and exclaimed, “Teamwork!”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but bumped fists with her anyway.

Vi smiled. Cait was the best, it wasn't her fault that Vi hadn't thought this through. She needed to occupy herself with something, but there weren’t many options: The apartment was clean and there wasn't a single item of clothing in the laundry basket. She could go to Jericho's, but they had plenty of food at home. And Ekko would be busy with the Fireflies at that hour. She thought of doing some training, but after commenting that she wanted to loosen up her muscles, Caitlyn, taking it very seriously, had temporarily pulled the punching bag down from its rack. Vi didn’t want to move it, because she really appreciated the gesture.

But she wasn't tired anymore. She had a lot of energy, actually. So she started doing a lot of bullshit.

She did sit-ups. She ate. She tried to do some metalhead makeup. She peeled off the mess and reapplied her regular eye makeup, leaving her face paint abandoned near the couch. She did squats. She did push-ups. She ate some more, for leisure. She fooled around in front of the bathroom mirror. She did weightlifting with the kitchen water jug. She considered dyeing a few strands of her hair.

In other words, Vi was bored out of her mind.

Having exhausted her other activities, she turned her attention to the stack of magazines she always said she would look at later. Vi really liked those, but she had been too tired to read lately. Sat on the couch, she started flipping through the pages, finding the results of some matches in a well-known Undercity wrestling circuit and a list of novel piercings, reading interesting articles on great street art and new tech advances, as well as a couple of obscene comic strips that were very funny.

It was way into the afternoon and the rain had eased up. Vi was completely engrossed in her reading, sprawled comfortably on the couch, when she heard the door open abruptly. She jumped up, but it was just Cait, so she relaxed and smiled at her.

“Hey, welcome–” Vi stopped herself. Something wasn't right. Caitlyn looked… angry? Her face was slightly flushed and she was panting as if she had arrived in a hurry. Vi threw the magazine onto the pile, ready to spring into action. “Did something happen? Are you okay?” she asked. And then, half-jokingly, “Who's face do I have to punch?”

Caitlyn didn’t humor her, nor did she seem concerned about any exterior matters. Her attention—a slightly unnerving attention—was laser-focused on Vi.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Vi noticed that it was actually a little early for Caitlyn to arrive. Suddenly, Caitlyn was closing the door behind her. She locked it and strode toward Vi.

“Cupcake?”

Caitlyn didn't answer. Her hands went to Vi's hair and pulled her into a forceful kiss. Soft, Caitlyn's lips were very soft and a little cool. She guided Vi toward the couch while practically devouring her mouth.

Vi stumbled, her hands going to Caitlyn's waist, her pulse suddenly raced from the urgency of her love's touch. She barely registered when the back of her knees hit the couch, before falling onto it. Caitlyn straddled her without falling or breaking the kiss, which was kind of impressive. That woman had amazing coordination when she focused on something. Right now, clearly, that something was Vi.

When they separated, Vi asked breathlessly, “What was that for?” And then, unable to suppress a smile, “Not that I'm complaining, obviously–”

Caitlyn bit Vi's lower lip, making her gasp in surprise, and growled, “Don't think I didn't see that.”

Such an answer told Vi absolutely nothing.

“See what?” Despite her confusion, Vi’s hands tightened around Caitlyn's waist—damn, she looked beautiful like this.

Caitlyn let go of her lip. She pulled her communicator out of her pocket and held it accusingly up to Vi's face.

With some effort, Vi focused her gaze on the screen and saw herself. Earlier, while fooling around in front of the mirror, she had taken a couple of photos. Apparently, her big offense had been sending one of them to Cait, one in which she had lifted her top to show her abdomen. She had added the message: Hey, Kiramman. The photo showed the pink hair that ran along that area and part of the boxer's waistband under her loose-fitting sweats, but not much more.

Vi didn't understand what the problem was.

“You...? You didn't like it?” she asked.

“Did I not like it?” Caitlyn repeated, scandalized. Her face was impassive, but her eyes blazed in a way Vi knew all too well. She said, “Do you think it's funny, Violet?”

Alright, full name.

Vi was having trouble organizing her thoughts with Caitlyn's body pressed against her—she could feel Caitlyn's shape, her warmth, her agitation…—but she said, “Mmm… The message? Oh, yes.” Vi propped herself up on her elbows and tried to sit up. She placed her hands on Caitlyn's hips in a placating gesture. “I thought... I thought it'd get a laugh out of you.”

“A laugh!” Caitlyn settled herself further on top of her, immobilizing Vi's body with her weight, trapping Vi's hips between her thighs. Vi had to lie back down.

Caitlyn said, “Didn't you think it would actually be mortifying to have to see that without being able to do anything about it? Not being able to concentrate at work because of it? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? How terrible it was to have to wait so long to come home?”

“Um…” Vi didn't know how to respond to that. Naturally, her first instinct was to retaliate. “Wait, is that why you're… like this? Come on, it was just a stupid pic.”

Vi hadn't even sent that photo—a very tame one compared to the things Caitlyn often sent her, by the way—with a sexual intention. At least, not directly. She simply thought it'd be a nice gesture, considering Caitlyn always sent her pics—seriously, they were something else!—if Vi asked for them, but never requested any in return.

Now Vi was starting to see why.

Caitlyn glared at her, unconvinced.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

Vi's skin prickled. She should have protested a little more, she knew, but the look in Caitlyn's eyes was so overwhelming that she found herself nodding and obeying without thinking, her hands already unfastening the straps of her top.

Impatient, Caitlyn helped her pull the garment off, then threw it to the ground almost contemptuously. Her hands retracted and clenched into fists, almost as if she had to make a great effort to keep them away from Vi. Her eyes scanned over Vi's torso, something almost predatory in that gaze. She had begun to bite her lower lip in that pretty way of hers.

The view was beautiful from below, Caitlyn looked like a majestic sculpture—sometimes Vi forgot she was taller than her. Vi noticed her own ragged breathing as a result, her heart pounding.

However, the more she looked at Vi, the more Caitlyn's features softened. It was adorable.

“Cait…” Vi began, not knowing what to say but unable to contain her affection.

Caitlyn didn't let her continue. The severity returned to her face and she attacked Vi's neck with precision.

Vi felt a hot tongue and firm teeth against her skin.

“Ca-it!”

Caitlyn placed her palm on Vi's sternum to hold her still and moved Vi's hands away from her. The message was clear: Do not touch me.

So Vi let her hands rest at her sides, pressed tightly against the cushions. Whatever this was, it was clear that Cait needed it. And Vi was starting to need it too.

Caitlyn moved down Vi's neck, kissed it thoroughly, nipped at it, did the same to Vi's throat and shoulders.

Vi's body had completely surrendered by the time Caitlyn reached her collarbones. Vi made way for her, throwing her head back and arching her body, baring herself as much as possible to Caitlyn's touch, kisses, and sweet bites.

Caitlyn kissed and licked one of Vi's breasts, before sucking on it. Vi shuddered, but Caitlyn's hand held her firmly in place. She teased Vi, sucking and licking her nipple, pinching it roughly with her fingers, making her groan. She proceeded to do the same with the other one, almost methodical.

Vi knew she was at a complete disadvantage here. While Caitlyn's bad temper was focused and purposeful, Vi was just lying there—her torso naked, her hips pinned, her nipples swelling, sensitive and erect from the attention they were receiving.

Caitlyn pulled back to admire her work with those dangerous eyes. She licked her lips as she reached for her communicator. Vi broke out in a cold sweat when the camera was pointed at her.

Caitlyn said, “Do you like pics? Let's take a few, shall we?”

Oh, she's not playing around today!

Suddenly acutely aware of herself, Vi swallowed.

Click, click.

A current of desire coursed through Vi's entire body. It flowed into her sex and her sensitive nipples.

“T-Take your damn pictures, then,” she snapped. Her response lacked force, her tone suddenly high-pitched.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. She shook her head disapprovingly and reached for Vi's pants. She pulled them down until they were just below Vi's thighs, which was worse than if she had pulled them all the way down. The stain on the boxers was obvious.

“Oh?” Caitlyn scoffed, bringing a finger to that spot. She traced Vi's shape across the damp fabric. “A lot of bravado for someone in this state.”

Vi felt her whole body burn with embarrassment and need. She heard it again: Click, click.

Why does she want photos of that?!

“Oh, but you're not at work, are you? You're not away from me, where you can't be satisfied,” Caitlyn said. She rubbed herself against Vi. The movement was so subtle and measured at first that Vi was slow to recognize it, thinking that Caitlyn would move away and panicking for a second. But there was a specific angle, an intentional pressure, and Vi's heart fluttered. She had the urge to help Caitlyn, to guide her hips the way she knew Caitlyn liked, but, remembering the order to keep her hands still, she refrained.

“There are no important things that require your immediate attention and that you can't focus on because of me,” Caitlyn went on. “You have me all to yourself. Compared to what you did to me today, Violet, I'm being kind. Do you understand?”

Kind?! Vi could feel Cait's heat against her own and was powerless to do anything about it, which was exactly the opposite of fucking kind.

“Ugh! Whatever,” she gasped, failing to sound indignant. “Lamest sexy pic ever, by the way! It was just my abdomen.”

Caitlyn didn't seem to like that reply. She leaned far forward, and Vi thought she would lie on top of her. Then, maybe, they would make sweet love, which, even though she liked this controlling Caitlyn, Vi couldn't deny also sounded good.

But that wasn't what happened. Caitlyn had only reached for Vi's face paint—the one Vi herself had left on the side table after doing that failed experimental makeup look that morning.

With the paint in hand, Caitlyn returned to her position, bent down, and pressed her soft, wet lips against Vi's abdomen. Vi's muscles twitched in a spasm. Unbothered, Caitlyn continued tasting her. She kissed Vi's sides, mouthed against Vi's ribs, traced Vi's abs with her tongue, nipped at the firm skin whenever Vi relaxed too much.

She stopped, suddenly more interested in ruffling Vi's hair and playing with Vi's nipples again. Then, without warning, she pressed the cold, creamy wax against Vi's stomach and began to trace slowly. Vi shuddered, but Caitlyn kept a firm hand on her.

By the time Vi regained enough composure to look, Cait had almost finished: on Vi's abdomen, in large, bold letters, it read, simply, Caitlyn.

Oh. Pretty!

Caitlyn placed the painting back on the side table. As she leaned toward it, she pressed her chest against Vi's face. Everything she was doing, she was doing to torture Vi, it seemed. Caitlyn put a hand behind Vi's neck and pulled her close to kiss her. Vi melted. It wasn't a gentle kiss, Caitlyn bit Vi's lower lip and sucked on it, then she pulled away.

Click. Click. Click. Different angles and everything. Click. Click. Caitlyn's eyes were dark. They scanned Vi hungrily, there was no escaping them. Vi was aware of her appearance: flushed, with erect nipples, swollen lips, and disheveled hair, with Caitlyn's name highlighted in black letters against her already marked skin. To be ogled at like that, only touched to be in the exact state that Cait wanted her to be in, was humiliating, and new, and good. Too good.

Caitlyn tilted Vi's head back to photograph the lovebites on her neck, turning Vi's face to one side and then the other to get a full view.

Click. Click.

Fuck.

“Cait, I'm sorry,” Vi heard herself say.

A glint appeared and disappeared like a flash of lightning in Caitlyn's eyes, her voice a little sweeter as she asked, “What was that, darling?”

Although she was having trouble speaking, Vi forced herself to say, “I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I didn't think it was a big deal…”

“But you understand now, right?” Caitlyn prompted her.

Vi wanted to object, she still believed she had arguments to do so, but she found herself nodding.

“Oh, my darling,” Caitlyn sighed. She covered Vi's jaw with kisses and Vi let out a half-whimper, half-sigh-of-relief sound. Caitlyn pressed her lips against Vi's, softer this time, but just as overwhelming.

Vi kissed her love back eagerly, wanting to prove she deserved this reprieve.

Between kisses, Caitlyn maneuvered over her and finished removing Vi's pants, which soon joined Vi's top on the floor. Caitlyn, on the other hand, remained fully clothed, with her dark turtleneck top and leather boots, clad in tight high-waisted pants, hair pulled back in a ponytail slightly tousled by the weather—she looked perfect.

Next came Vi's boxers, ruined by her need. Caitlyn lifted herself off Vi's lap just enough to pull them down. Vi tried to kick them off, but Caitlyn stopped her with a hand on her knee. Reaching back, she skillfully adjusted the boxers around Vi's ankles, restricting her movements.

Oh.

“You have no idea how pretty you look, Vi.”

Back to Vi. That was a good sign, Vi thought. At least until she felt a raw, sharp slap land squarely on her cunt.

“Fuck, Cait!”

“Answer me, Violet.”

It wasn't the first time Cait had slapped her like that, but it was the first time she'd done it without Vi asking her to. A question was etched on Caitlyn's face, her usual gentleness making itself known for a moment, awaiting confirmation, but ready to step back if asked.

She was so sweet! Vi felt delirious. How could she deny Cait when she felt so safe beneath her?

“Ah, yes! Umm…” Vi looked at herself, how marked she was all over, with Caitlyn's striking signature running the length of her abdomen, immobilized by her ankles, her cunt completely exposed. She felt so loved. “Thanks for making me pretty, Cait.”

She was rewarded with another kiss, long and intoxicating, as Caitlyn tended to Vi's throbbing clit with her thumb.

“Such a good girl,” Caitlyn cooed, and felt at Vi's entrance.

Vi let out a small, decidedly girlish sound.

“Cait, please…”

Caitlyn slapped Vi's pussy again. This time Vi squealed, though Caitlyn's weight and her own boxers around her ankles kept her from moving too much. She gasped.

“I like the way you beg, but I don't want that right now. You're not going to ask me for anything, Vi. You're going to take whatever I give you and you're going to thank me for it. Understood?”

Vi was stunned. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. No words came out, and she received another lash for it. The fire shot through her insides and her cunt throbbed sharply, giving way to that unbearable warmth inside her.

“Y-yes!” she spat out, like a drowning woman gasping for air. “T-Thank you, Cait!”

“Good.” Caitlyn petted her hand to Vi's pussy, playing with her fluids, her other hand still holding the damn communicator. She parted Vi's thighs as far as the restraint allowed, then spread her folds, making Vi gasp at the sensation of air.

Click. Click. Click.

Damn it, Vi hoped that the sound wouldn't awaken anything in her. She dared to look at her love's face. It was always captivating to see Caitlyn completely focused on a task. That was no different when her task was Vi.

Burning pleasure shot through Vi when Caitlyn caressed her clit with circular movements. Caitlyn smiled knowingly at what must have been a look of pure ache in Vi's face, and she inserted two fingers inside her.

“Thank… y-you…” Vi exhaled.

Caitlyn rewarded her for remembering her manners by curling her fingers inside her, preparing the place she knew so well before she began thrusting into Vi, sliding deep and then back to the entrance, stretching.

Vi threw her head back, her belly tense from the attention on her clit and the fullness of her swollen cunt, but her mind was emptying of worries. Empty of everything but Cait. Then she heard something that made her nerves jump. This time it wasn't an obsessive series of clicks—she was more or less prepared for that—but a single blip.

“R-Recording?!” Vi exclaimed, incredulous.

“I want to record the pretty sounds you're making,” Caitlyn said, as if that explained everything. “Do you hear it, Vi? Do you hear how wet you are for me?”

Vi heard it, embarrassingly amplified once she paid attention.

“Fuck…”

And now her voice saying “Fuck” would also appear in the video.

“You're so tight,” Caitlyn praised, bending down to kiss Vi's clit.

Vi emitted something like, “Nghhh!” She knew the correct response was Thank you, yet her body was beginning to crave Caitlyn's unkind attention. So, with a mocking attempt in her voice, which actually came out as a pathetic whimper, she replied, “I'm not usually on the receiving end of this.”

It wasn't true, of course, but she knew what that answer would get her. She almost regretted her temerity when Caitlyn withdrew her fingers, leaving her empty. Then came another slap. Her clit, which until then had been spared and pampered with gentleness, received part of the blow and throbbed with agonizing pleasure. Vi writhed.

“Oh, my bad,” Caitlyn said with a playful exasperation in her voice, “I'll have to fix that right away. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be neglected.”

Vi thought about what to say, still undecided whether to upset Caitlyn further or appease her with a Sorry, or another Thank you.

Caitlyn didn't give her a chance to choose anyway. Her hand moved up and down relentlessly against Vi's cunt. Once, twice, three times, each impact shook Vi to her core. The pain was perfect. Vi felt another wave of fluids gush from inside her and let out a cry.

“Oh, darling. Look at the mess you've made on our couch.”

Vi couldn’t respond. She had static inside her brain—behind that, she could faintly hear her own gasps, and then the sound of her fluids as Caitlyn collected them on her fingers. The scent of her own arousal hit her.

“Let's see that handsome face,” Cait said, shifting the focus of the recording from her hand caressing Vi's pussy to Vi's stunned expression. Vi smiled, though she wasn't entirely in control of her body, so it probably came out as a funny grimace.

Cait didn't seem to mind, she smiled back with satisfaction and said, “So needy.”

The communicator was pointed again towards the inside of Vi's thighs with total shamelessness. Caitlyn put her fingers to her mouth and sucked Vi's fluids off them.

Vi's cunt reacted to the display. Distantly, she knew that every single one of her physical reactions was being recorded by the camera. Not that she cared anymore.

With her fingers still in her mouth, Caitlyn leaned towards Vi's face, smiling. “And now I'm hungry because of you.” She let her words hang in the air, just long enough for Vi's slowed-down brain to grasp what was coming. With her hand coated in a mix of Vi's arousal and her own saliva, Caitlyn stroked Vi's clit, a little harder this time, making Vi moan. “You never stop causing me trouble, do you?”

Vi threw her head back, helpless. In one swift motion, her boxers were pulled off her ankles. Caitlyn finally threw the awful device away and focused on her, settling herself between Vi’s thighs. Vi didn't have time to react before Caitlyn's hot mouth fell on her pussy. Caitlyn had to keep her steady as she ran her tongue firmly along the dripping slit, licking from where Vi ached the strongest to where Vi was a wet mess. She pushed inside Vi with her tongue and fingers, licked up and sucked hard on Vi’s pulsing clit. That way Cait tore her apart lovingly.

An incoherent mess, Vi reached into Cait's hair and held her against her cunt, even though she hadn't asked for permission. Caitlyn was too preoccupied to notice, content to bury her face deeper.

Electricity coursed through every nerve in Vi's body as Caitlyn invaded her completely—Cait's lips, Cait's tongue, Cait's breath, the tip of Cait's nose, the vibration of Cait's low voice. Vi could feel Cait's love all over her, inside her, in every sensitive spot that made her mouth scream and her brain shut down.

Cait pulled back from her and said, “You taste so good.” Stuffing Vi with her fingers, searching for the spot she knew so well inside, she added, “Such a tease. Is this what you wanted?”

Caitlyn's mouth fixed on her clit and Vi moved her hips against that greedy mouth. Her voice sounded terribly like sobbing as her pleasure was built up.

“Are you going to cum, handsome?”

Yes! If Cait said that Vi was about to come, then Vi was about to come. At some point she had possessed the determination to last longer, but she had lost it after Caitlyn reached the exact spot inside her and pressed it insistently, all while still sucking hard on her clit.

“I w-want to cum!” Vi whimpered.

Caitlyn persisted in her ministrations, her low groans pouring directly into Vi, and Vi couldn't but give what was being demanded of her.

“Cait, Cait…”

Between incoherent repetitions of Caitlyn’s name, Vi let go. She only had to allow herself a little for her body, convulsing violently, to do the rest. Vi heard Caitlyn swallow and the world blurred around her.

For a moment, she found herself pleasantly detached from everything, feeling nothing but the aftershock of her orgasm.

Some time passed.

Or maybe it was immediately after, Vi couldn't tell. Caitlyn was squeezing Vi's waist and smiling mischievously, lips glistening.

“Still with me, love?”

Vi couldn’t find her voice, so she nodded frantically.

“You're so cute,” Caitlyn said. She began to remove her boots, pants, and underwear.

Vi's mouth watered at the unmistakable scent of Caitlyn's arousal. She tried to move. She was weak, but for Cait she could manage. She could…

Vi couldn't do shit, because soon Caitlyn was between her thighs, one leg over her. She pressed her pussy against Vi's. Tender, at first. The mere slickness between them was almost too much for Vi in her current state. Then Caitlyn pressed harder and started thrusting.

Vi felt Cait's need, Cait's soft flesh opening her up. It was so good she teared a little. Caitlyn's pussy was just as perfect as the rest of her.

Through her dizziness, Vi pushed the hem of Caitlyn's top over her tits, and Cait chuckled raggedly, amused. Vi palmed Cait’s breast, kneaded the softness with her fingers, her thumbs rubbing the hardened nipples. Caitlyn watched enthralled for a few seconds, her breath heavy, before bending down so that her perfect tits were within reach of Vi's mouth, who gratefully received them in her tongue, and sucked.

Cait let out a sweet sigh and rolled her hips harder. Each bump of her pussy made Vi see stars. In no time, Vi was close again.

If Caitlyn's face was any indication, she was also getting there. She thrust desperately, rubbing her clit against Vi, smearing Vi with her fluids, leaving as much of herself as she could on her.  Her thumb found its way inside Vi's mouth, and her fierce eyes once again were taking in as much of Vi as possible. Everything about her just seemed to scream Vi's name. She was so, so sweet.

“I love you!” Vi said awkwardly, the words barely distinguishable with Cait’s thumb resting on her tongue.

Caitlyn liked it well enough. She kissed Vi and groaned as she came all over her pussy, her body spasming beautifully.

Vi held her love, reassuring, resisting her own orgasm, until she couldn't. She came a second time with her cunt pressed against Caitlyn's.

Cait whimpered, holding onto Vi however she could. It took her a few moments before she collapsed. Vi held her in her arms.

“Love you too,” Caitlyn said, lazily kissing the side of Vi's face as she caught her breath.

Vi let herself drift off, immersed in nothing but pleasant sensations—her heart calming down, her pussy gently throbbing, Cait's kisses and her occasional laughter.

For a while, everything was soothing.

When Vi regained some consciousness, it was raining again. She heard dishes clinking in the kitchen. She was alone. There was a blanket over her body and Cait had abandoned her.

The smell of rich stew floated in the air.

“I made that,” Vi blurted out.

Caitlyn came back with a bowl in her hands and sat next to her.

“Yes. It's really good,” she said with a gentle smile.

Vi couldn't help herself, she needed more sweet words. She wanted Cait to know that she would always take care of her.

“I made it, your favorite,” she announced proudly. She felt a little dumb still. How did people normally talk?

Caitlyn chuckled. She put the spoon down in the bowl as she chewed. Vi felt Cait's cool hand running through her hair, lazily scratching her sweaty scalp.

“Yes darling, you did. You're so good.”

Good.

Vi was good.

Vi was so good!

The next day, Caitlyn was lying in bed, looking at her communicator.

“What are you looking at?” Vi asked when she came out of the shower. She had just finished her training.

“Just your pretty pics,” Caitlyn answered, distracted.

Vi stopped on her tracks, the towel slid off her head and fell onto her shoulders.

“My what?!”

“Hm? Don't you remember?” Caitlyn pointed the screen at her.

Oh, Vi remembered.

“Cait, why did you keep those?!”

“What do you mean why? I told you you looked pretty.”

Vi saw the image. Of her. Everything, everything on display.

“What the fuck?”

“I'm starting a collection,” Caitlyn explained. She turned the screen back to herself and continued scrolling.

“Starting?!” Vi repeated.

“I'm trying to organize them from my favorite to my least favorite,” Caitlyn said seriously. “But it's so hard. They're all my favorites.”

Vi couldn’t believe it.

“There's also the video, which would be in its own category, I think,” Cait said thoughtfully. She reproduced the damn thing and terrible wet sounds inundated the room.

“Do you hear it, Vi? Do you hear how wet you are for me?”

Ragged breathing, and then Vi's embarrassing voice: “Fuck…”

“Okay, pause. Pause!” Vi exclaimed, covering her face with her hand.

Caitlyn did so and sat up, looking at her with concern.

“It does bother you that much, doesn't it?” She sighed, crestfallen. Yet, when she spoke again, she did so solemnly, “I'll delete them.”

Vi's heart sank.

“No, cupcake.” She reached out and cupped Caitlyn's face in her hands, then kissed her. “You don't have to do that.” Another kiss. “But fuck!”

Caitlyn smiled against her lips, looking way too pleased.

Resigned, Vi collapsed onto the bed, wrapped her arms around Caitlyn's hips and buried her face in the curve of her waist, where she placed more kisses.

Cait giggled and leaned into her. They stayed like that for a moment. Then Caitlyn said, “Look.”

Vi looked up and saw the video paused on a specific frame. It was right after Caitlyn had told her that she “wanted to see her handsome face”. There was no funny grimace, like Vi had suspected—she looked beyond happy, a huge smile on her reddened lips. That was the face of a woman who was exactly where she wanted to be.

“See? So handsome!” Caitlyn boasted.

Vi growled and bit the soft skin of Caitlyn's side. “You’re unbelievable.”

Caitlyn giggled and put the communicator aside. She ran her fingers through Vi’s hair as she said, “I'll treasure them all, dear. I can’t wait to take more of them.”

Vi pulled Caitlyn closer with a huff of indignation, secretly flushed with giddiness.