The music blurred together with laughter, bottles clinking, and conversations that didn’t matter. You were halfway through another drink when someone slid onto the stool beside you.
“You always did pick the worst places.”
You didn’t have to look.
“Vi.”
She leaned against the counter with a crooked grin that looked more tired than confident. Her hair was messier than usual, and there was a flush across her face that said she’d been drinking almost as much as you had.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I could say the same.”
Silence settled between you.
Not awkward.
Just… familiar.
The bartender placed another glass in front of Vi.
“You shouldn’t,” you muttered.
She raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve had enough.”
“So have you.”
“Fair.”
She laughed once, shaking her head.
“Guess we’re still good at telling each other what not to do.”
The words landed heavier than either of you intended.
You looked away first.
Months had passed since the breakup. Maybe longer. Time blurred when you stopped counting.
Neither of you had ended things because you stopped caring.
Sometimes caring wasn’t enough.
Sometimes Zaun demanded more than people had left to give.
“You look okay,” Vi said quietly.
“I look okay.”
“You happy?”
You let out a laugh that sounded hollow.
“You asking because you want the truth?”
She didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
Another hour disappeared in scattered conversation—old stories neither of you meant to bring up, arguments that somehow became jokes, jokes that somehow became silence again.
Eventually you stood.
The room tilted.
“Whoa.”
A steady hand caught your elbow before gravity won.
“I got you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You almost introduced your face to the floor.”
“I was… inspecting it.”
“The floor?”
Vi snorted.
“You are absolutely gone.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “Difference is I’m still walking straight.”
“Barely.”
She paid your tab before you could protest.
“Hey—”
“You can complain tomorrow.”
“I was going to.”
“I know.”
Outside, the night air was cool enough to cut through the haze.
The streets were quieter than the bar.
Neon shimmered across puddles left from earlier rain.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
You walked slower than you meant to.
Vi matched your pace without saying anything.
Every time you stumbled, she pretended not to notice.
Every time she drifted too close to the edge of the sidewalk, you nudged her back with your shoulder.
Old habits.
The apartment building appeared sooner than you wanted.
“There,” you said, pointing at the entrance.
“Made it.”
“Barely.”
“You really like that word.”
“It fits.”
You fumbled with your keys.
Missed the lock twice.
“…This thing moved.”
“It definitely didn’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
Vi took the keys gently.
“Can I?”
You sighed dramatically.
“Fine.”
The door clicked open in seconds.
“Show-off.”
“Years of practice.”
The hallway felt strangely quiet after the city outside.
You reached your apartment and leaned against the frame while searching every pocket you had already checked.
Vi held up the keys.
“You handed them back to me.”
“Oh.”
“…You really are drunk.”
“You’ve mentioned.”
She unlocked the apartment.
“You should get inside.”
You stepped in, then looked back.
“You don’t have to leave immediately.”
The words slipped out before you could think.
Vi hesitated.
Not because she expected anything.
Because she remembered too much.
“I’ll stay until I know you’re okay.”
“That’s probably smart.”
Your apartment looked almost exactly the same.
Different books.
Same couch.
Same chipped coffee table.
Same window overlooking the city.
You dropped onto the couch with an exhausted groan.
Vi disappeared into the tiny kitchen.
A minute later she returned with two glasses of water.
“You giving me orders?”
“I’m preventing tomorrow from being worse.”
“You sound responsible.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
You accepted the glass anyway.
For several minutes, neither of you spoke.
The apartment hummed softly around you.
“You ever think about it?” you asked eventually.
“What?”
“Us.”
Vi stared into her water.
“Sometimes.”
“Me too.”
“I usually stop myself.”
“Why?”
“Because wondering doesn’t change anything.”
You nodded.
It was the answer you expected.
Still hurt.
“You know,” you said after a long pause, “I was angry for a while.”
“I know.”
“I blamed you.”
“I know.”
“And then I blamed myself.”
Vi rubbed the back of her neck.
“I did enough blaming for both of us.”
Another silence.
Less painful this time.
“I don’t hate you,” you admitted.
“I never thought you did.”
“I was afraid you hated me.”
Vi looked genuinely surprised.
“I couldn’t.”
“You could’ve.”
“Maybe.”
She shook her head.
“But I didn’t.”
The honesty in her voice settled something neither of you had realized was still unsettled.
Not fixed.
Just… quieter.
You yawned.
“That’s my cue.”
Vi stood.
“You should probably stay”
“I don’t think thats a good idea.”
“Please?”
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“The manipulation.”
She smiled.
“Some habits stick.”
She lead you into you bedroom, helping you get undressed.
“I’m glad you’re doing okay.”
You met her eyes.
“Me too.”
She also gets undressed and is let in her bra and boxers.
You both lay in bed, turned away from each other. You fall asleep hoping it won’t be awkward tomorrow.
Well, it would.
You wake up from a few noises. The clocks reads 2:36 am.
The noises are coming from the bathroom and you go towards them.
You lean against the door, and it’s Vi. But she’s groaning and whimpering.
You heart races as you consider the reality of what could be on the other side of this door.
Before you have time to tell yourself what you want, your hand is reaching for the doorknob and turning it.
She’s jerking off, fast and hard. Her head is leaning back. She jerks up once she realizes she’s been caught.
You both just stand there staring at each other. Then she speaks first but it sounds like broken whimpers.
“I’m sorry, I just needed to finish. You looked so pretty sleeping and I couldn’t wake you up like that.”
“Vi-“
“I understand if you think it’s weird but-”
“Vi.”
She shuts her rambling up and pays attention.
“You could’ve just asked.”
She looks like you just told her that she won the lottery.
“So you’re not mad.”
“No I’m not mad at you.”
"Can I taste you baby?"
The question catches you off guard but it doesn’t seem so bad.
“Yes”
Vi practically lunges to get you on the bed and your clothes off.
She’s already sliding your panties off and latches her mouth of your pussy.
Vi eats you out like it's her last meal.
You moan out and grab onto her hair. And she groans ss you do so.
You start using her mouth, grinding her face into your pussy.
You finish fast but she doesn’t mind, she’s too busy lapping it all up.
“So good.”
She waste no more time flipping you over and using her pre-cum tip to slide in between your folds.
“I missed you so much, so, so much baby.”
She slams inside of you, making you let out a moan.
“Tell me you missed me.”
“I missed you”
“Ohhh fuck.”
She fucks you harder, slamming in and out of you till she finds that spot. And when she does, she keeping hitting it. Making you scream and moan over mad over again.
“Vi-!”
“Not my name, cupcake.”
“Please mommy”
“Please what? What do you need, baby?”
“I wanna cum.”
And with that she fucks you faster, moving her hand underneath you to rub your clit.
Your eyes start rolling to the back off your head ss she pulls you up by your hair.
She continues to fuck you with no mercy until you cum.
“Vi!”
She fucks you through your climax then she gets to hers. She pounds into you whispering sweet threats in your ear.
“Im gonna get you pregnant baby, you want that?”
“Yes, I want it so much!” You swear out.
When she finishes she flops next to you and nuzzles into your neck.
