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Outside of Babette's, a line wraps around the establishment, as is typical on any exhibition night. Caitlyn, Mel, and Jayce happen upon this buzzing crowd after trekking across the bridge from Piltover. Mel shakes her head and gestures for the other two to follow her to the front where she drops Lest's name to gain entry. The space is dark and dense with people from one wall to the next. The tail of Caitlyn's hair whips about as her head swivels in search of Vi, one of the talents this evening, while Mel and Jayce order drinks from the bar.
Beyond the walls of the exhibition space, Vi, Powder, and Sevika share a dressing room. A long mirror lines one wall of the room with several stools before it. The three of them sit equidistant apart before the mirror. Vi grabs a pencil of eyeliner and stands to be closer to the mirror as she applies.
Lest regards them from her peripheral with her nose in the air as she puffs out a cloud of smoke. A decorative shawl wreathes her shoulders and a floor length glittering gown hugs her body and shines in the overhead light. "Okay, boys are we ready?" she asks as she saunters further into the room. She leans against the wall to observe them. "Looking good, Sevika," she says.
Sevika glowers, half of the lower quadrant of her face penciled with facial hair. "You aren't in drag."
"No, I'm a queen, darling," she drawls through a smile. "Anyway, Babette is running late but she wants to send out a couple of reminders and housekeeping tasks." She produces a folded sheet of paper from her cleavage and unfolds it to read. "One: confirm Vi's name—Vi for vibrator or vice."
Vi turns from the mirror to glare at Lest in proxy of Babette in mild embarrassment. "I'll go with vice."
"I would, too," Lest says without looking up. "Two: Vibrator's girlfriend—guess Babette chose for you there—is not allowed to buy her no matter how much money she throws at you—that must be me," she says with a bemused laugh. "That statement works both ways with a name like Vibrator."
Powder and Sevika laugh.
"That's not my name," Vi growls.
Lest's eyes slide to Vi. "This rule is underlined with a description of Caitlyn. A certain Topsider doesn't play about her Bottomsider, I take it?"
She folds her arms. "Real original joke there, Lest. Are all these damn rules about me?"
"Two: Sevika—guess not, Vibrator—is not allowed to intimidate anyone out of buying her."
Sevika also folds her arms with a low growl. "I don't like all this 'buying' talk."
"And three...it just says keep an eye on Powder at all times."
Everyone jumps at the sound of an explosion, except Vi who just face palms. Powder looks from the pink-stained corner across the room where one of her bombs just exploded to everyone now staring at her. She steeples her fingers together in her lap. "So...what're we talkin' about?"
Sevika's eye twitches.
"I understand this rule clearly now," is all Lest says. She points to Vi. "You're responsible for her." She gestures vaguely toward them all. "Babette's always thankful for any and all citizens of Zaun who lend their...talents," she smirks, "to the establishment, especially on exhibition nights. The coins earned on nights like this keep the lights on. End note." Lest folds the paper and tucks it back into her cleavage. She takes a puff of smoke and it billows out naturally as she says, "Now get your cocks on. T-minus-thirty minutes until curtains open." She walks away.
Vi returns her attention to the mirror and applies a thick line of eyeliner to her other eye. She grabs charcoal and streaks lines down her face from eye to jaw. Beside her, Powder readjusts her baggy pants to reveal the waistband of her boxers, midriff exposed in a loose fitting crop. In lieu of binding, she wears two sports bras that further flatten her already modest chest. She paints on facial hair then admires herself in the mirror.
"Ekko's gonna love this," Powder says, admiring herself in the mirror. "I might be calling him baby girl tonight."
Vi bemoans in a loud sound. "Can you at least pretend we’re related?" she gripes, covering her ears.
"Most people would be high-fiving their siblings for getting some." Powder gives Vi a once over then says, "But I guess this is what I can expect from a prude."
Sevika chuckles underbreath. She tests an area along her chin to check for smudging.
Vi colors beneath streaks of makeup. "I am not!"
The light dims in violet hued eyes as Powder dies of boredom. "'Kay..." she drawls, flippant. "Bomb to your head, freakiest shit you and that pig've done?"
Sevika even pauses in mild, though grudging, curiosity.
Vi sputters as she takes a step back. "I’m not answering that." Her momentary discomfort is quickly replaced with anger and she reclaims that step. "And don't call her that," she growls in genuine ire for the first time all evening. Only Vi can sometimes remind Caitlyn the entirety of PPD is a sty.
Powder shrugs and turns away with a dismissive wave of her hand. "S'what I thought."
Sevika stands stiffly in the ensuing silence and walks across the room. "I'm gonna...pack," she finishes flatly then closes the bathroom door behind her. One at a time they all awkwardly avoid each others' gazes as they enter the bathroom to strap on. It's Powder, of course, who breaks the uncomfortable silence with two simple words as she returns from the bathroom.
"Mine's bigger."
Vi scoffs. "It's cartoonish is what it is."
Sevika gestures toward her crotch then toward Vi. "These are appropriate." Apparently not the down-the-thigh length Powder sports. "Go back and wash your hands," she adds.
Powder rolls her eyes. "Yes, daddy," she says, to the discomfort of everyone in the room.
"Powder," Vi growls before the bathroom door slams behind her. In her absence, Vi looks to Sevika. "By the way? Mine's bigger than yours," she says with the same genetic snark.
Sevika looks down at her. "Didn’t think I’d have to tell you, of all people, that it’s not the size that matters, but what you can do with it." She walks away.
"Is that a short joke?" Vi asks as she follows Sevika out of the dressing room. "Because I’m not short."
They make it to the door then flinch backward at the sound of an explosion. Vi curses herself for slipping for even a moment in Powder's presence.
"Next one’s gonna have dye in it," Powder warns from where she peeks around the bathroom door.
"Fucking quit it," Vi finally shouts while Sevika mutters, "Real mature."
Once they're dressed, packed and/or strapped, they wade through the long hallway of other acts and props, around leashed subs and floor crawlers. "Looking good, dolls," Sevika says to a group of queens passing by after their exhibit, statuesque in tall heels. They all smile and one, Viktoria, blows a kiss. Vi, Powder, and Sevika all wait behind a door that leads to the large room of people enjoying the show, including Caitlyn, Mel, Jayce, and Ekko who sidles beside them once he arrives.
They hear Lest introduce Sevika, who shoulders through the door to walk onto the stage.
"We'll start the bid!" Lest steps closer to stand beside him. "First one up for the evening is Sevika! A king with no drag name, how dreadful."
Despite the cheering crowd and nearly lecherous leering gazes, Sevika stands stiffly, a little defiantly.
"Sevika is all muscle and little words," Lest says. "For those who want all action and no talk, he's your man."
"Oh, he talks," Mel says.
Caitlyn's gaze widens.
Sevika continues to stand straight-spined until Lest drops the microphone to her side and mouths do something. His shoulders shift on a heavy, annoyed sigh. He steps away from Lest and turns from the crowd to pose, flexing his biceps and back to show his physique. Lest's gaze lingers for a moment before she returns to the mic. "Sevika, everyone. With a physique like this, he'd pin you from the bed, to the wall, to the ceiling, I'm sure."
A quiet laugh of absurdity bursts from Caitlyn's chest as Mel raises her hand. Someone nearly trips through the crowd to bring a microphone to Mel who waits patiently, expectantly. "Whatever anyone cares to wager for this handsome boy, I will happily double it," she says.
The entire room quiets. Lest waits a beat then says, "Anyone care to offer a counter?"
No one says a word and for once, Sevika smiles. It's a private curl of the lips directed at Mel who smirks in return. Her hazel gaze then slides to Lest who places the back of her palm against her chin and wiggles her fingers in a little wave. "Sold! Mel Medarda, you've just set yourself up for an interesting evening." Her gaze is filled with heat that seeps into her tone.
Before stepping away from front stage, Sevika steps closer to Lest and murmurs, "Enjoy the show? You're pitching a little tent there."
"Trust me, doll, it wouldn't be little." With a final wink, Lest engages the crowd again. "Next up, we have Vi!"
Vi steps onto the stage to the cheer of the crowd, positive he's received more applause than Sevika, who continues to captivate people at the front of the stage. Sevika's muscles bulge as he power poses. Vi walks to the very edge of the stage and pops the collar of his leather jacket before deciding to take it off entirely and throw it to the floor. He's left in fresh white binding tape on his torso, bare arms and shoulders that tell of his strength. He flexes once, arms raised and curled to show off his biceps, and even his triceps flex a little. A brush of hair peeks from under his arms, and warmth creeps up the back of Caitlyn's neck at just the mighty sight of him. Vi's cut his hair again for the event, shaved on one side with a flare of pink everywhere else. Even from here, Caitlyn can see a gentle curve along the seam of his zipper. She watches Vi drop a hand to his thigh and slowly lift it higher until he palms over the subtle bulge in his pants. Unconsciously, Caitlyn tugs at the collar of her turtleneck.
Waving arms attempt to touch him even if it's just his boot. She's caught between admitting she can't blame their enthusiasm, and...blaming them. But even her mind splinters into curious thought tangents: those muscles and how many times Vi has wrapped them around her in some way; what Vi's packing; whether it's a strap or a packer; whether it's bigger than his bulge suggests; whether or not he'll fuck her with it—and does he intend to; will he take it off and let Caitlyn fuck him with it?
The last thought steals her breath a bit. A fever dream she's long since put out cold.
Vi slouches into the long couch in the center of the stage, booted feet falling audibly to the floor. He spreads his legs and leans forward until his forearms rest on his thighs as he throws the crowd a smirk. The lights overhead throw an awful glare over the room, but Vi spies Caitlyn in the crowded yet intimate space. He leans back and throws an arm along the back of the couch.
Lest holds the mic with both hands and a mischievous smile. "I'm told Vi stands for Vibrator, and none of you will be needing yours when he's around—unless that's what you're into."
The crowd erupts into raucous cheering that bemuses Caitlyn. "It's not even creative," she says, colored by the memory of she and Vi having a laugh about the choices in stage names.
"When you're this aroused," Mel begins, gesturing toward everyone in the room, "it doesn't have to be."
"We'll start the bid!"
The crowd clamors to bid, as they had with Sevika. Several hands rise at once.
Caitlyn looks all around her, annoyed and dismayed by everyone's behavior. Numbers are called out one after the next. One such amount makes Caitlyn balk at the thought that anyone in Zaun has that amount of currency. Then the thought fills her with shame. Lest counts up to three as all bids cease on this large number when one more calls out that outpaces it by a third. Even Vi's nonchalant countenance bends toward surprise.
"Sold! To the polka-dot peplum person right here!" Mixed emotions ripple through the crowd.
The woman who won bounces onto the stage in oozing enthusiasm. Caitlyn's dissatisfaction grows as she watches her join Vi on the couch and cling tight to his side. She bats her lashes and lays a hand on Vi's thigh. Her hand quickly darts upward to grab him through his pants and Caitlyn's eyebrows rise before her gaze narrows into a sneer. Mel lifts a deflecting hand up to block as soon as she takes a step forward. "You can't buy him," she reminds. "And you certainly can't storm the stage."
"I can arrest her for assault," Caitlyn growls and actually reaches for a pair of handcuffs attached to her hip before she drops the linked chain. With no other recourse that won't ruin the entire evening and Babette's earnings, she sulks a little. "Why do you get to purchase Sevika?"
Mel's expression turns sage. "We have some history," she allows. "But we're hardly as involved as you two."
Caitlyn hardly listens as her glowering gaze trains on Vi. She watches him lean toward the Nameless & Shameless woman to whisper in her ear. Simultaneously, his hand falls to cover hers resting on his bulge. Vi smoothly drags her hand away and scoots away a little to place it on the couch between them instead. Somehow, the woman appears giddy and chastened at once in a feat only Vi can achieve, as Caitlyn would strike her down with cutting words both now and if hers and Vi's roles were reversed.
"All right, Peplum, hands off the merchandise," Lest says. "Am I right, Coplyn—I mean, Caitlyn?"
Caitlyn's eyes narrow.
Lest turns to regard everyone on stage behind her. "If everyone has settled, we can move on." She turns back to the crowd. "Next—I don't think anyone's ready for this ticking time bomb."
Ekko grins.
"They're five-foot-three—"
"And a half!" a voice yells offstage.
"—and sporting a foot-long from what I've heard. If you'd like to be impaled with a lamp-post—presenting: Jinx!"
Ekko cups his hands around his mouth to loudly cheer Jinx's name.
Jinx walks on stage next. They wear the same slouching, nonchalant posture as any other day. The crowd roars raucously, as Jinx has become a bit of an urban legend for the resistance movement in Zaun against Piltover. They pass Vi to the opposite end of the couch and plops down in the same genetic gracelessness.
Ekko's brow furrows as he spies the girth in Jinx's pants that can be seen from space. "Woah, that's—umm—"
"I'm told their name is an homage to the fabulous Queen Jinkx, and I'm sold—don't know about any of you. Anywho, let's start the bid!"
Hands fly up. Ekko looks on in pride as others bid on Jinx.
Caitlyn looks around them then looks to Ekko. "This doesn't bother you?"
He shrugs, admits, "A little. But it's, like, a once a year thing, and I trust Powder and Jinx."
"I trust Vi," Caitlyn says. Vi's profession has never been in question. The issue is something else entirely and beyond conceptualization at the moment, something Caitlyn can't quite put her finger on.
Someone no one's even met purchases Jinx, to Vi's complete discomfort. "You're not going with that guy," she says once they're finally backstage.
Powder shrugs. "I'm more of a danger to him than the other way around."
Vi's the last one out of the dressing room after changing back into her street clothes. She hoists her bag on her shoulder and rushes through the same door as earlier. The crowd has greatly dwindled, save for a few stragglers, including Caitlyn who happily rushes to Vi's side the moment she sees her.
Caitlyn cups her face and kisses her in claim before Vi can utter a word. She presses in close and Vi wraps one arm around her waist then the other after dropping her duffel. "I'm taking you home, handsome," Caitlyn tell her. She curls her arm around Vi's shoulders and tugs her along.
Vi looks to Mel, Sevika, and Lest all standing in a circle grinning at one another and pauses. "Can Mel handle them?"
Caitlyn smiles a little and says, "The real question is can they handle her."
"You sound like you know from experience," Vi teases as she looks up at her.
"Hmm?" Caitlyn hums, a touch distracted as she, too, stares back at them. "No, I'm too young for her," she says, a touch wistful.
Vi tilts her head and slows to a stop. "Something you wanna share with the class, Cait?"
Caitlyn breaks from her reverie to glare at Vi. "I'm certain I don't understand what you mean. Now let's go." She keeps walking, but not before Vi catches the slight reddening of her cheeks. Caitlyn's shoulders tighten as she hears Vi cackle behind her.
Socked feet whisper on the floors as Vi and Caitlyn cross the bedroom. The estate shuts down like a business nightly with employed staff returning home. Caitlyn sometimes has to fight the feeling of being a teenager again, sneaking around and going bump in the night. She plops onto the bed in a rare display of gracelessness she only really lets Vi see.
Vi shucks her pants off and straightens to her full height, capturing Caitlyn's attention. The muscular curves of her trapezius muscles convex then concave in a downward slope to her lower back before the curve of her ass barely contained by tight boxer briefs that hug her thighs. She turns and Caitlyn's chest rises on a long inhale. Vi's torso is still bound, teasing with the gentle swell of her breasts above and the cut of her abdominal muscles below.
Decidedly uninterested in hiding her interest, Caitlyn regards her openly and says, "Come here."
Vi comes to stand before her with a little quirk in her brow.
"I've never seen this before." She strives to keep accusation from her tone as her gaze flicks to Vi's pelvis directly in front of her.
A grin splits Vi's mouth. "Bought it for the show." She quakes a little in surprise when Caitlyn lifts a finger to trace the shape of it. Thoughts of that woman from earlier push to the forefront of Caitlyn's mind before she battles it back but not before she cups Vi fully with enough pressure to push a quiet grunt of surprise from her lips.
"Do you want to wear it tonight?"
Slowly, Vi cants her hips forward. "N-no." She stares down into Caitlyn's taunting gaze, features slackening at the continued rub against her clit. "I want...I want—" Her voice halts in her throat when Caitlyn hooks a finger into her waistband and tugs to look inside. Vi sighs at the ticklish sensation of wisps of blue hair brushing her abdomen. "Cait—"
Caitlyn takes pity on her. Her touch falls away and she leans back on her hands with Vi between her legs. "What do you have in mind?"
Vi clears her throat. Her forehead wrinkles in thought before she shrugs and makes a familiar gesture—index finger and thumb forming a circle while the index of her other hand pokes through it. Caitlyn initially smiles wide in amusement. Then her smile dims to a simmer filled with heat. "Are you certain, Vi?"
"Yeah." Vi nods. Caitlyn sits up fully then stops moving all together when she speaks next. "I want all three at once. I've..." she looks away a little then back again, "prepped and stuff. Y'know, swept my back porch."
Her head tilts slowly, followed by a minute widening of her gaze. "Vi." The single syllable of her name is said with the utmost caution. "Are you certain?" Caitlyn asks again. "You—we haven’t—I haven’t penetrated you before."
Vi’s nose scrunches at the word. "But I’ve—with the strap—"
"There’s an insert. And you've had your own hands," Caitlyn agrees. "But..." At this point, she’s unsure of what she’s even protesting. Vi seems determined to shoot down her rebuttal, and the answer to why she's still rebutting escapes her. Caitlyn finds her answer as she searches the folds of her brain. "Anal is also new for us, Vi," she says. "And it may all be a lot to take in at once."
Vi’s mouth tugs into a lopsided smirk. "That’s what she said."
Caitlyn's eyes shut and her shoulders lift on a sigh. "Walked right into that," she grudgingly acknowledges once Vi laughs louder. "Can you take this seriously?"
Also grudgingly, Vi sobers. She looks up to the ceiling and squeezes her eyes shut while her cheeks puff then deflate with a large exhale. She plops down on the bed beside Caitlyn and stares at her fidgeting hands in her lap. "I’ve never done this stuff with anyone else because there wasn’t enough time in the day at fucking Stillwater of all places to say to someone, hey, can ya stuff all my holes until I get off? Much less to actually do it. You got in, did what you had to do, quickly, and you got out. Well, not in—wasn't enough time for that since I spent so much in solitary..."
A quiet moment of bereavement settles between them that cracks Caitlyn's chest open as it so often does. It's the root cause of her protectiveness, that borders then crosses the line into possessiveness, toward Vi: a desire to ensure, beyond logic and reasoning, that nothing and no one can ever hurt Vi again, including herself. Caitlyn sometimes finds herself just shy of self-flagellation at the thought of how much pain she's caused Vi in the past when dressed in her enforcer blues. This is the feeling she couldn't articulate when speaking with Ekko earlier: the overwhelming urge to shut the cruel world off from laying a finger on Vi, like that woman had done earlier. So many people, for various reasons, feel entitled to her body, whether for pleasure or pain. Caitlyn resists the urge to scoop Vi into her arms now, and instead provides her with the space safe enough to divulge her thoughts.
Vi looks at Caitlyn finally, mumbles, "Until you. I’ve never...done that with anyone, in Stillwater or since I've been out. And I've never trusted anyone else like I trust you."
Caitlyn's chest sews shut, but her heart doubles in size until it's hard to breathe as it rests on her lungs. She looks at Vi in wonder that, given everything, there's so much trust between them.
"I wanna know what it’s like to-to feel that, Cait. I think it'll be hot. And...I wanna be yours in that way. In every way."
"You are," Caitlyn says as she scoots closer. Her gaze is soft and round as she regards Vi. "Please know that I don’t think of you as anything or anyone other than mine, regardless of how or where I touch you. Or anyone else," she adds.
A corner of her mouth lifts upward. "You saw what she did, huh? I didn't like it either," Vi admits.
"I hated it," Caitlyn says flatly and with finality. She attempts at a moment of levity when she says, "You're supposed to be mine, after all."
The words alone make Vi’s shoulders droop on a heavy exhale of something resembling relief. "Show me, Cait."
She’s always felt rather powerless against the genuine want and need in those big round eyes and long lashes batting at her, and now’s no different. She swallows as the torrent of want she's tempered for months rises with the intensity of a geyser. Caitlyn nods and kisses Vi soundly. It takes little to coax Vi onto her back with her legs spread. Caitlyn settles between them and grasps Vi's hip before reconnecting their lips. Thick fingers tug at her hair tie until blue hair cascades down one shoulder in a waterfall and laps against Vi's arm.
Caitlyn pulls away when Vi pushes at her shoulders before grasping the hem of her shirt. It's up and over her head in short order then Vi pinches the front clasp of her bra open and cups her breast while she wraps an arm around her waist and curls a finger into a loop of her high-waist pants. "I can take a few minutes to do some proper resear—" Her sentence ends with a gasp as a warm mouth closes over her hardening nipple. She shivers a little at the contrast to the chilled air of her room.
"We don't need a PowerPoint on ass-fucking, Cait."
Her face warms over as is typical when presented with Vi's vulgarity. "All right." She grasps pink hair in a fist before Vi gets her mouth on her again and looks down into powder blue eyes. She drags Vi closer then drags their lips together in a soft slide. She catches Vi's lip between her teeth and bites until it earns her a groan for her efforts, then Caitlyn slips into her mouth once her lips part. Vi's predictable enough that Caitlyn can almost always tell what role she wants to play just by the way she kisses. Demanding and unrelenting when she wants Caitlyn to relent, docile and damn near timid when she wants Caitlyn to lead. She whimpers with relinquishment as Caitlyn holds her by the skull and dips inside her mouth with purpose. She pulls away and leaves Vi wanting with her mouth hanging open. "How would you like for this to go?"
Even caught in her grasp with a glazed gaze, Vi's cheeky enough to wiggle her eyebrows a little and say, "You know: two in my pink, one in my—"
"I’m not going a step further if you finish that sentence." She can't keep the loathsome amusement from showing on her face, and Vi laughs. "Do you have a preferred position?"
She shrugs as if she's never considered it then says, "Maybe...from behind?" Less eye contact, less vulnerable.
Still ranked high among favorite positions, underscored by the stirring of something warm curling in the pit of Caitlyn's stomach. "From behind it is."
They strip and reposition, and Vi grabs the headboard with both hands. It's far from a new position but, Vi quietly notes with a shiver as Caitlyn shifts behind her to swipe a tube of lube from the nightstand table, the first time this position will come with penetration. She feels the disturbance of a soft thud on the mattress, then Caitlyn's hands are on her, grasping her hips and pulling until they're flush from shoulder to thigh. Caitlyn kisses the shaved side of her head then rests her chin on Vi’s shoulder to watch her own fingers skirt across the twitching lines of her abdomen. A lifetime of rough handling, cuts, and bruises yet Vi's surprisingly sensitive to barely there touches. "I never tire of having you this way," Caitlyn says with a low husk to her voice already, nails raking upward gently.
Vi's surprised to find herself short of a quip to the statement, just a quiet gasp when Caitlyn drags a hand up defined abs to cup her breast. Vi leans all her weight against her to cuddle closer, and she’s gratefully accepted. Caitlyn’s free hand rises to grip Vi’s hair and tug her to the side so her lips can latch onto her throat.
She continues to massage Vi's breast softly in her hand just to hear the breathy sighs and occasional whine when she pinches her nipple. She sucks harshly along her skin with the exact force it takes to bruise then digs her teeth in until she feels Vi slacken in something similar to surrender. Then Caitlyn cups Vi with both hands and squeezes her breasts before pinching both nipples and giving a little tug until Vi arches toward her touch. Her name is squeezed from Vi's mouth, broken in half by a whimper, and Caitlyn breathes it in like oxygen. One hand releases her breast and travels lower through dense curls and lower still to where those curls become wet and give way to Vi's slit. A scarred mouth parts on a gasp and even Caitlyn's jaw unhinges at the first brush of nimble fingers to her clit. Caitlyn reaches lower to outline each lip with the tips of her fingers until Vi trembles against her. She rubs Vi softly and feels tension drain from her body.
Vi reaches back to tangle a hand in silken hair and murmurs, "Kiss me." Their lips meet in a slow slide. Caitlyn finally, reluctantly, releases Vi's breast to cup her face. Her tongue slides past parted lips, and a moan vibrates against her mouth. Vi bucks forward as fingertips brush her clit. Caitlyn quickly favors a side, Vi's favorite side, and rubs her softly. She wraps an arm around Vi's waist to pull her closer and feel the slow undulation of her body.
Caitlyn hasn't found a word yet that accurately encapsulates her feelings in moments like this: when she has Vi in front of her, wrapped completely in her embrace, when memory and awareness of anything else other than each other falls away, when she feels like she wants to cocoon Vi from danger with her body and everything she is. Moments when Vi is hers, and Caitlyn is free to brand her as such with the rake of her nails, the power of her grip, the bite of her teeth, moments like now in which she grips the headboard beside Vi's hand and ruts against her backside as Vi bucks with her entire body, fluidly and powerfully.
"Close," Vi moans. Sparks surge and singe as they radiate outward from the core of her. "Cait—"
"I know," Caitlyn whispers. She feels Vi firm under her fingertips as she nears orgasm.
Vi whimpers, "Cait—inside—"
"First you'll come," Caitlyn counters. Her hand rises to lay her palm on Vi's throat and encourage her to tip her head back onto her shoulder until warm lips brush her ear. "Then I'll fill you how you want. Everywhere, every hole."
Vi moans loudly to the ceiling. Her hand rises to grasp the back of Caitlyn's neck for something to hold on to as Caitlyn's hand continues to rest against her throat. "Faster." Caitlyn complies, hand moving from broad circles to a refined touch on the exact spot that makes Vi arch and whine. "There."
Her laugh is a low hum against Vi's shoulder where she plants a wet kiss then says, "I know, Vi. It's almost always right here." She releases her gentle pressure on Vi's windpipe to trap her arm between them instead.
Vi continues to thrust in an increasingly faltering rhythm against her hand, uneven and disjointed as her pleasure spikes. That's when she feels it. A single digit at her entrance: circling, probing.
Just the tip sliding in.
Her insides clench and clutch at each other, and Vi stiffens with a low moan that rises to a high pitched grunt as she comes. Her body sets in motion again, rolling smoothly forward and backward with choked, high-pitched utterances babbling from her mouth. "Please, Cait, please. In me. Caitlyn—" Caitlyn groans as much at Vi's words as the feel of short nails digging into the back of her neck, the warmth of Vi's pussy. She grits her teeth then bites her shoulder, and Vi whimpers and pleads all over again.
A full body reaction flares beneath Caitlyn's skin. She grabs Vi's hip with wet fingers once she comes down, then lines her forearm parallel to Vi's shoulder blades to push forward until Vi's bent forty-five degrees with both hands on the headboard, back arched. Caitlyn pauses to admire the view, but her brow furrows. "Is this all right?" she asks quietly.
Vi huffs a laugh and looks over her shoulder to lock eyes. "We've played way rougher than this, Cupcake."
Despite the truth in that statement, or perhaps because of the truth of that statement, Caitlyn feels her face warm. Swallowing, she says, "Yes, but this isn't play."
"We have a safeword, gestures—whatever. "Just—" Vi squirms a little. "Cait."
The naked need in her voice spurs Caitlyn more than anything else, always will. She reaches between Vi's legs from behind and cleaves through her folds, gathering precome as she goes along. She nudges Vi's clit just to hear her whine one more time before the tip of her finger returns to her hole. The art on her back ripples with every roll of hard muscle. Caitlyn notices when Vi's breath stops in her chest and places her free hand on the center of her back. "Breathe." Her lips quirk. "You've taken bigger."
"Ha-ha," Vi remarks dryly, though her mouth curves.
Caitlyn kisses the width of her shoulders as she inches higher until the tight heat she's always felt at the tips of her fingers, just out of reach, begins to engulf her in warmth. "Just a little stretch," she murmurs. Vi's head tips backward more and more with each continued press as Caitlyn claims more space inside of her. "Just a little deeper."
Vi's breath bursts in harsh pants until one breaks on a whimper. "Holy shit, you're inside me," she breathes in awe at the slide of Caitlyn's finger and the immediate electrical pulses that echo along her walls. A tremor wracks her body at the very thought: for the first time ever, she's let someone in.
"I am," Caitlyn mumbles, a little dazed with bliss. "How do I feel?"
Vi only whines and drags Caitlyn's hand to her breast as she leans back against her again. She gets in these spaces where she's less words and more formless vocal utterances that take less effort, less thought.
Caitlyn nuzzles the side of her head. "Talk to me, Violet."
"I wanna see you," she decides, voices in a fussy little tone Caitlyn's come to love, and has quite literally come to.
She nods. "Just let me pull out first." She nudges Vi forward and braces a hand on her hip. There's a brief pause as Caitlyn catalogues everything to near-perfect memory: the arch of her spine, the roundness of her ass, her own hand curled around her hip. She laments not seeing Vi to completion from this position then pulls out.
Vi flops onto her back. Caitlyn's stomach somersaults at the sight of a little shy smile that's no less playful as Vi stares up at her. She smiles back in relief to see that impish look rather than discomfort or pain. Caitlyn cups her cheek, and Vi leans into the touch, shuts her eyes when a warm mouth descends on hers. They kiss languidly, and Caitlyn contents herself with basking in the moment until Vi's scratching at her back and murmuring more against her mouth.
Caitlyn rises onto her hands and looks down at Vi from the shock of pink hair on her otherwise shaved head, her eyes staring right back, the bandage across her nose—aesthetic rather than functional tonight, the rising curve of her mouth that now crinkles the corners of her eyes. Vi shifts and the breadth of her strong shoulders squirm under Caitlyn's captivation. Her gaze lingers on the slight swell of her breasts topped with hard cherry nipples. Her abs flex with increased restlessness, and Caitlyn just stares on.
"Guess you’re my Dom for the night," Vi jokes with a wink as Caitlyn silently takes her in.
She smiles, charmed as always by her deflecting playfulness, though she shakes her head. "No play tonight," she reminds. "No Doms, no subs. I’m just Caitlyn and you’re just Vi."
Vi's chin dips, and Caitlyn just smiles.
"I see you," she says quietly, looking deeply into her eyes.
Each of Vi’s breaths grow harsher until she sits up and grips Caitlyn by the back of the neck to drag her into a kiss. Big emotions are almost always proceeded by action with Vi, always have been, whether fighting or fucking. How can those three words not evoke something so dormant inside of her, Vi had wondered if the world had strangled it? Her mouth wobbles imperceptibly when they break apart.
But of course Caitlyn sees it with the sharp eye of the sharpshooter who pierced Vi's heart to begin with. She places her hand on Vi's sternum to stanch it. "Easy," she murmurs.
Vi nods, exhales. The hand on her chest becomes a single finger that brushes so lightly across her breast that Vi shivers. She fidgets a little as Caitlyn circles one nipple then retraces her path until she circles the other, the ridges of her finger brushing her areola. Vi moans and arches to push into her hand, but Caitlyn rubs down her abdomen instead, brushing fine hairs on her way to a coarser patch between her legs. She leans forward to lay over Vi and watch the bunch of her brow as her palm seals over her entrance. She's even wetter than before and her nipples are on fire from attention that awoke the sensitive nerve endings only to leave Vi wanting.
This time, she slides in until she's down to the palm of her hand, and Vi clutches at her and moans. Caitlyn closes her eyes. Vi pulls at her both internally and externally as she feels strong thighs wrap around her waist. She's thought of this, imagined how it would feel to be inside Vi. How she'd react, the sounds she'd make. She smiles at learning that so far it's the same pitched and pitiful whimpers expelled against her ear as any other time. She thrusts slowly and listens to Vi's body, how her muscles slacken until she's sinking further into the bed, how her voice and breath stall, the churn of her hips as she begins to meet every thrust.
Seismotic waves quake along Vi's body and threaten to increase in magnitude. She wraps an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and buries her free hand in dark hair as the only thing grounding her. Warmth fans out in tendrils along her pelvis and behind her abdominal wall. She nuzzles into Caitlyn's neck and lines open-mouthed kisses along her throat as she spills into the palm of her hand. Her moans sharpen when Caitlyn hits her front wall, and she sucks harshly on a tensing tendon before biting down with a whimper.
Caitlyn groans at the feel and the knowledge it will bruise, and thrusts harshly with a buck of her hips. She curses under breath as Vi moans. She swivels her finger inside to hit along her walls and feels Vi's legs shake. "Can you take another?"
Vi nods hurriedly. "Yeah." She regrets her answer when Caitlyn pulls out. She chooses to share her disapproval when a hand covers her mouth.
"Shut up."
It's meant to be playful but she watches powder blue eyes dilate and lower to slits in real time, and suddenly Caitlyn can no longer ignore how wet she is from all of this.
She coats her fingers in Vi's clinging essence then enters her again swifter than last time, smoothly, with just enough girth and depth to make sparks burst behind Vi's eyes. She moans loudly against the hand covering her mouth as her eyes slip shut. "Just a little stretch," Caitlyn says again. She reaches further than Vi ever could, with both longer fingers and a more advantageous position to carve into her.
"Fuck," Vi sobs once her mouth is free. Her head lolls to the side. Her features slacken as she moans when Caitlyn thrusts through her.
"Good?"
"Good—more," she moans.
She feels Vi loosen and tighten at once and right after the other in waves. Caitlyn spreads her own legs a little further and angles her wrist in front of her hips as she grips the sheets below for leverage in preparation to drive Vi through the mattress when instead Vi says—
"Come on, Cait, my ass next."
Caitlyn almost whines as her preference for simply acquainting herself with the velvet interior of Vi's pussy is squelched. Almost, were it not for the tightening in her gut. She leans lower to kiss up Vi's neck, bite her jawbone. "Look at me," she says.
They lock eyes. Caitlyn looks open and besotted with adoration as she stares down at Vi whose lashes flutter and cheeks flush at the feel of Caitlyn's finger drifting lower to a place she hasn't been touched at all, let alone entered. She moans at the smooth glide of Caitlyn's soft touch across her perineum, aided by her own come falling between her cheeks. Her lip quivers a little and her thighs twitch.
"You're sensitive," Caitlyn observes. "I'd wager I could just touch you here instead and you'd finish in a couple of minutes—maybe even one."
"Cait," Vi whines. She's flushed from face to chest but her cheeks redden even more.
Caitlyn's answering grin doesn't mean Vi any good. "Perhaps another time," she concedes, just as uninterested in stopping now as Vi appears to be. She uncaps the lube with one hand and squirts. Vi releases a high grunt at the cold feel—to which Caitlyn responds: pretty—as she watches it slide down until she feels it land on her finger.
She probes lower still, past fine and coarse hairs alike that tickle nerve endings so unused to stimulation, Vi moans from the simple touch. She shifts restlessly beneath and thrusts to fuck herself on Caitlyn. She's put in contact with a finger now brushing her rim. Caitlyn catalogues every whine and writhe as she stares at her all the while. Vi's so tight, she appears to balk at the very idea of an intrusion, even as her hips swing wildly into Caitlyn's hand.
She attempts to push inside, and moans at the constriction that keeps her out. "Let me in, Vi," Caitlyn teases. A small sense of entitlement surges along with overwhelming determination that Caitlyn gently leans in to. She leans lower to drag her tongue upward across a pert nipple, and her eyes shut as fingers sink into her hair. Caitlyn licks her again then swirls her tongue around her areola, favoring spots that make Vi arch and gasp. Her lips pucker to suck a bruise into the underside of her breast, and she rides the wave of the writhing body beneath her. She feels Vi contract and release around the tip of her finger and wet her hand at once. Vi opens more and more like the flower of her namesake under Caitlyn's ardent attention, enough for Caitlyn to sink in unnoticed. She can only slide the tip in before she literally feels Vi clamp down everywhere, but she smiles in victory to herself with Vi's nipple between her teeth. It's short lived as they both moan when Vi tightens even further around her in a deep pulse.
Vi clutches her close and only exhales when Caitlyn tells her to. Her shoulders loosen and she sinks back into the mattress. "You're inside me," she echoes again, this time through a cracked voice.
Caitlyn slides a little deeper until she can feel her fingers brush each other from inside of Vi. Her stomach flips violently. "I can feel—"
"I can feel," Vi says through panted breaths.
"Is this okay?"
Vi's silent for a moment. Then she nods. Caitlyn lowers until they're pressed chest to chest, cheek to cheek. Her eyes shut as she just feels Vi in a different way. She doesn't move, save for the occasional nudge of her thumb to Vi's clit that makes her tense and release. She listens to every time Vi's breath catches, timed with steady tightening. Vi bites off a moan as sparks of sensation alight within her from every direction. Her voice is throaty when she asks, "What are you doing?"
Caitlyn, solely focused on sensation, refocuses on Vi in an instant. "Giving you a moment to adjust." She leans up to look down at her. "Unless you want to stop."
"Cupcake, I'm so fucking horny," Vi admits. "Fuck me already."
She grins and gives an exploratory thrust. Long lashes flutter against freckled cheeks but Vi continues to stare up at her. She grabs Caitlyn's biceps as though to brace herself, as if Caitlyn's going to fuck her into the mattress already. Which she has no intention of doing.
Yet.
Vi starts to meet her thrusts, and Caitlyn breaks eye contact to look down and watch the flex of her abdomen and thighs, watches her own hand between Vi's legs, feels the way Vi grips her tightly. By now she can faintly hear how wet she is with each thrust, and Vi's jaw slackens on a moan. Every sensation inside of her has doubled. She can't tell where her pleasure even comes from anymore, just feels the constant building throughout her pelvis and the tingling sparks reaching as far as her fingertips.
"How do you feel?" Caitlyn asks.
Vi's head whips to the side. She bites her lip hard, only releases it to beg, "Don't stop, please."
Caitlyn's head jerks in a nod. "Anything you want, Vi."
She gratefully fucks into her with a little more force. Caitlyn rises onto her knees between Vi's legs and raises one until she's straddling her thigh. She thrusts once to relieve the pressure concentrated in her clit as she slides through Vi from nearly every hole. It's this thought that drives Caitlyn's hand between her own legs. She allows her eyes to slip shut to the stimulating sounds of Vi being fucked by her. Her clit is hard, and she rubs it directly from beneath its hood before gliding through the length of herself, shivering at the feel.
Caitlyn thrusts into herself once with a quiet moan and withdraws her hand to inspect wet fingers. "This is what you do to me," she murmurs, gaze flicking to Vi. She reaches down to press her thumb to Vi's forehead and smears her own precome in ownership down the bridge of her nose, across her open mouth where an agile tongue grazes the tip of her finger, and down to her chin.
"Fuck," Vi breathes quietly, a glistening streak bisecting her face.
Something in both of them twists, just a little.
"Wear it," Caitlyn says abruptly, and relishes in the answering moan she receives.
Whether or not Vi is going to offer a reply is irrelevant as Caitlyn enters her mouth. Her middle and ring finger glide smoothly inside, wet with the taste of herself as she glides across a muscular, flexing thigh. Vi's flung right to the brink from the feeling of being possessed so thoroughly. Caitlyn is everywhere, arresting all five of her senses. She's inside her just about everywhere she can fit, and goosebumps race up Caitlyn's arms when she feels Vi clench and whine around her, the taste of herself now on Vi's tongue.
"Close your mouth," Caitlyn instructs, clipped. "Don’t think. Just feel me."
Vi whines again then does as told.
"Now just breathe."
Her chest rises and her shoulders expand on a deep inhale. They maintain eye contact as Vi reaches up to grab her wrist and just holds her.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Caitlyn purrs and smirks as she watches her lashes flutter shut.
Vi nods with her eyes closed. Her cheeks hollow and she moans as she sucks.
"Tell me, Vi—if you can—" Caitlyn smiles down at her in amusement twined with affection unending. "Do you feel like mine now?" She sticks her thumb under Vi’s chin until she’s controlling her entire mandible. Then Caitlyn moves Vi’s head up and down in a nod. She hums a little laugh at the pathetic look on her face. She slides in deeper and pushes her fingers further into Vi's mouth until she gags. "Because from where I'm sitting, on top of you and inside every hole you have to offer—" Vi whimpers and Caitlyn gasps softly at the helpless sound. Her voice is throatier when she speaks next. "I don't think you could possibly belong to anyone else."
She feels the sharp pulses around her that signal Vi's ratcheting pleasure. When she eases her fingers back down her tongue, Vi's finally able to nod unassisted.
Caitlyn hums. "Good. You are. You don't belong to Babette's, or Stillwater, or any enforcer."
Vi's eyes focus as she looks up at Caitlyn. The meaning of her statement passes between them, the separation of who Caitlyn is from her profession no matter how intertwined the two can be.
Caitlyn's smile softens. "You're just mine. All mine," she coos.
She feels the rings of both holes clamp down around her before Vi whimpers once then shouts as her entire body goes rigid. Her throat constricts as much as the rest of her does, leaving her voice a discordant string of sounds as she struggles to say anything at all. Caitlyn releases her mouth but wraps her hand around Vi’s throat to feel each moan vibrate in the palm of her hand as she fucks her a little harder. Vi jerks and bucks beneath her, and Caitlyn rides her through it with her own quiet whimpers she has to bite off as her stiff clit glides along Vi's firm thigh.
Their eyes lock and Caitlyn hungrily feasts on the pleasure pulsing through her body. Her voice is both silk and gravel as she asks, instructs, "Another, okay?" Vi nods and tightens all around her at the mention, but Caitlyn still says, "Tell me."
"Please make me come," Vi begs and moans as Caitlyn begins to slide through her again. She thrusts harder and faster than before as she thumbs her clit; and Vi can hear her own moans, loud and lengthening. The sparks she feels inside come faster with each quickening thrust and stack on top of each other to short circuit Vi's entire body. She doesn't have to maintain an increasingly faltering rhythm as she comes, doesn't have to stop and restart as her arm tires. She just gets to lie there, moan and pull at her own hair while Caitlyn fucks her.
A sapphire gaze watches on in pride as she holds Vi in the palm of her hand. "Whose is this?"
"Your—mm—" Vi’s voice is muffled again as Caitlyn enters her mouth.
"Quite right, Vi." She smiles around her next question. "And whose are you?" It isn't lost on either of them that Vi demanded the same of Caitlyn mere months ago.
She releases her mouth, and Vi spreads her knees wider as Caitlyn slides deeper, one thought pushed to the forefront of her mind. "Yours," she answers through panted breaths.
Caitlyn pounds her ass harder and pushes high, clipped grunts from her throat. "Say my name, Violet."
"Caitlyn. I’m Caitlyn's—please," Vi whines.
"You are," Caitlyn assures. A stifled growl rests in her chest. Her clit pulses as she enters Vi's mouth again, gaze half-lidded as she leers down at her and says, "Just wait until I give you my strap, deep in every hole—your mouth, your cunt, your arse."
She feels Vi tense around her for the span of two heartbeats before she even hears Vi cry out when she comes, a guttural sound that tugs at Caitlyn's insides. Then Vi's one chopped sob after the other as she contracts all around Caitlyn in tight bursts that match each muffled cry. All the while, Caitlyn continues to fuck her mouth without fail. She feels herself clench and release in sympathy as she stares down into that long ago lost-to-pleasure gaze. Vi's whimpers sweeten to elongated whines as it seems she just can't stop, and her eyes squeeze shut, head whipping to the side. Caitlyn says nothing, just hooks down on her tongue and tightens her grip on Vi's jaw to drag her back until she can see her better, though Vi's eyes remain shut, eyebrows high and furrowed.
When she finally subsides, she sucks Caitlyn's fingers again. One hand releases the bedsheets and drags down Caitlyn's forearm to grab her wrist and Vi just holds her there for a moment, unaware of the gaze that watches her in wonder as she almost self-soothes from the intense experience she just had. Vi gives one last jerk of her hips in aftershock then slowly opens her eyes halfway to regard Caitlyn.
"Welcome back," she says softly, only half-teasing as she smiles down at her.
Vi finally releases her hand. Her voice scrapes against her throat on the way out when she hoarsely says, "Cait."
"Hi, Vi." Caitlyn leans down to press her lips to Vi's forehead then presses their foreheads together. "Are you okay?" She feels Vi nod against her and smiles again. "Good. I'm going to pull out, okay?" Again, Vi nods, but Caitlyn feels her tense everywhere. She doesn't pull any further. Instead, she kisses Vi's name tattoo, the scar on her eyebrow, the scar on her lip, and she feels Vi loosen and sigh. Caitlyn connects their lips together fully. Vi moans and chases after her. She grabs Caitlyn by the back of the neck to pull her closer. As her tongue meets Vi's, Caitlyn slowly eases out again.
"We should bathe," she mumbles against her lips.
"You finger a girl's ass and can't give her aftercare, Cupcake?"
She smiles in knowledge of exactly what that means and wraps her arms around Vi to hold her close. "You did so well," she mumbles, pressing a kiss to Vi's forehead. "You were so good, Violet," she whispers between them. She smiles at the sound of a contented sigh.
"Was it good for you?" Vi asks quietly.
"Very," Caitlyn answers. She luxuriates in the genuinely happy smile her reply earns before Vi nuzzles into her neck and marvels at the concept of letting go with someone she trusts so completely.