Not a sickfic, just a super quick Violyn drabble for you all—this will be my last fic until Feveruary!
Based on a text post I saw once on Pinterest like three years ago
It’s a cool, windy night in Piltover, the bright moon casting a glowing stream of soft light into the windows of the Kiramman estate. The largest bedroom is filled with a comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from a lightly snoring pink haired woman, her body sprawled out across the cushy bed as she hugs a pillow close.
Next to her, the heir of the aforementioned estate, Caitlyn Kiramman is equally sound asleep, the soft duvet pulled up to her chin, her long dark hair falling lightly on her silk pillow.
The two had started the night curled up together, arms wrapped lovingly around each other as they drifted off to sleep. It was how they spent every night, exchanging low whispers and soft touches late into the night until they both eventually surrender to the gentle calling of dreamland.
It’s only when Caitlyn somehow no longer senses Vi’s comforting presence holding her that she is awoken, half asleep, half aware that her wife is no longer in her arms.
With her eye still closed, trying to stay as close to sleep as possible, she reaches out a delicate hand to feel around for Vi. Her eye opens only when she feels the soft scarred skin of her wife’s bare arm.
Scooting closer to her sleeping form, Cait admires her as she lightly traces the large tattoo on her back, she had subconsciously turned to face Caitlyn in her sleep, her gorgeous face so relaxed, her mouth agape slightly as she snores on, her breath deep and even.
Ignoring how peaceful Vi looks, Caitlyn starts tapping Vi’s face with her fingers to wake her up. When that doesn’t work, she resorts to pressing gentle kiss after kiss against her face until her wife lets out a sleepy groan, signaling that she’s now somewhat conscious.
“Come, warmth.” Caitlyn half whispers, half whines, her lips hovering over Vi’s ear and Vi shutters, a sleepy grin dawning on her face at her girl’s clingy tendencies, something she found wildly adorable.
Without missing a beat, silently, eyes still closed, the soft smile still lingering on her lips, she shuffles closer to Caitlyn, wrapping her arms around her. She still doesn’t totally understand this new habit of hers that’s become an almost nightly occurrence, but the Zaunite assumes it has something to do with the way Vi always runs warmer, while Caitlyn never seems to retain enough heat herself, and the fact that Cait loves to be held in her strong arms.
Nuzzling her nose into her soft, dark blue hair, Vi presses a gentle kiss to her head with a sleepy sigh. Caitlyn smiles and snuggles deeper into her comforting hold.
“I love you.” She hums, warm, content and at peace in the safety of Vi’s arms, before drifting easily back to sleep. Though not before hearing Vi’s raspy voice thick with sleep, whisper the three little words—that fill her heart with comfort—back to her.
