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Title: Rhinestone Cowgirl
Series: Shades of Violet
Author: Star
Word Count: 7,285
Pairing: Cait/Vi
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)
Rating: Explicit — oral sex, face sitting, bondage, strap-on sex, squirting, fingering.
Summary:
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
~*~
Vi and Caitlyn finally meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.
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Twenty-Five Years Old
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
Vi, who is lying on her back on their bed, nods. She’s been home from work for about an hour, and she’s just been lying here since she finished her shower. She is exhausted. It’s been a rough week.
Since she’s still in her residency, she has to do rotations on various different wards. She is just so glad the first month of her residency got the night shift in the Emergency Department out of the way. She knows she’d hate doing that later on, that’s for sure.
“Yeah, apparently,” Vi says. She sets down her phone on the bedside table. “They’ve been seeing each other for almost four months now. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for Jinx to introduce us to her.” Vi abruptly sits up. “Wait, you don’t think she’s ashamed of us, do you? We’ve met all of her other girlfriends so quickly.”
“I don’t think she’s ashamed,” Caitlyn says as she wanders into the bathroom. Vi can hear drawers opening and figures she’s taking off her makeup. “If we look at it logically — this is the first girlfriend we haven’t met straight away. So, that must mean this one is special.”
Vi slumps back on the bed. “Yeah,” she says. “Okay, yes, I like that answer better.”
Caitlyn leans back so Vi can see her from the doorway. “I’ve ordered dinner in for us,” she says. “It should be here in about twenty minutes. I’m just going to shower, so if you could get the door when it comes, that would be appreciated.”
“Of course,” Vi replies. “Hey…”
“Yes?”
“Kiss?”
Caitlyn smiles. She steps out of the bathroom, only in her knickers and stockings now. She closes the distance between them and kisses Vi slowly. Vi feels her toes automatically curl. She lifts one hand, cupping one of Caitlyn’s breasts, her thumb rubbing over the nipple.
“Can we have sex this weekend?” Vi asks when Caitlyn pulls back. “I feel like we haven’t had sex in so long.”
“You’ll forgive me for not wanting to touch you when you’ve just done a rotation in the infectious diseases ward,” Caitlyn replies, raising her eyebrow pointedly at Vi. She turns and wanders back through to the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Vi says. She lies back on the bed and picks up her phone. She texts Ella to see if she’s interested in participating in the line dancing event.
There are a few other people she’s texted — new friends from work, and old friends from university. She’s in that spot where she is still making friends at work. She’s been so busy that she hasn’t really had time to connect with anyone yet.
After idling for a few more minutes, Vi gets up and sets the kitchen table. She opens that day’s newspaper to the crossword puzzle, and sets Caitlyn’s pen down with it. Just as she’s finished getting everything ready, the doorbell rings.
She grabs some cash from Caitlyn’s purse in the entry hall closet and opens the door. She’s met with an older teenager who passes the bag of food over. Vi takes it and passes over the tip. She knows Caitlyn would have paid for the food when she ordered it, so she feels confident in handing over as much as she has. The kid’s eyes go wide as they take in the amount and Vi just winks at them.
“Have a good night,” she says with a nod. She shuts the door and makes her way back into the kitchen.
She’s just finished plating everything when Caitlyn wanders in. She drops a kiss to Vi’s shoulder and moves to the refrigerator.
“Wine?” she offers.
“If you’re having one,” Vi replies. She gets two glasses down from the cupboard, setting them on the bench in front of Caitlyn. Caitlyn pours a healthy serve of white wine into each glass and then has a long sip of her own before filling the glass once more.
“Bad day?” Vi asks.
Caitlyn sighs. She sets her glass down and sweeps her hair up into a ponytail. “Yes,” she replies. “Richard is being such a…” she trails off. “Dickhead.”
“Breaking out the big insults,” Vi teases. She takes their glasses and sets them down on the table. “Tell me about it?”
Caitlyn sits down across from her at their kitchen table and does just that. Vi knows that ever since Caitlyn started working for the law firm she’s at, she’s clashed with one of the name partners. Richard Olsen is a prick to say the least. Vi has met him only a handful of times since Caitlyn started working there, and he was rude to her each time. From assuming she was one of the caterers at a work function, to turning his nose up at her when she brought Caitlyn lunch when she had forgotten it at home. Vi doesn’t like him, and she knows Caitlyn hates him even more.
But her wife? She’ll stick it out if she thinks it’s the right thing to do. Vi isn’t even sure what would get Caitlyn to leave the firm. And it isn’t as if Caitlyn couldn’t get a job elsewhere, either — she absolutely could. But the contract Richard had her sign when he was wooing Caitlyn into the position was one that said she wouldn’t be able to take any clients with her if she moved firms. Vi knows that is standard practice, but she also knows that the Kiramman family has reach, and so does Richard. And he’ll claim that anyone Caitlyn talks to, even in a non-lawyer capacity, would be grounds for his firm to keep them as clients.
It had been a shock for Caitlyn to realise she had been so very screwed over. Richard was a snake. He had charmed Caitlyn — and that was a hard thing to do. He told her what she wanted to hear, and that was it. He had no intentions of letting Caitlyn run her own division after her first few years there, nor did he care about doing right by their clients.
When she found this out, Caitlyn had been heartbroken. If there is anything Vi knows about Caitlyn, it is that she has a good heart. She only wants to do the right thing by people, and that’s why she went down the lawyer route.
Cassandra had been beside herself, too. She had been using the Olsen, Wilcox, and partners law firm since before Caitlyn was born. After she had found out how her daughter was being treated, she moved firms completely.
Richard had, of course, taken it out on Caitlyn.
She had been assigned four back-to-back pro-bono cases. And they all took months to do. Which meant she didn’t bring in a single cent (apart from her baseline salary) for the entire first year of her job.
As Vi listens to Caitlyn talk about her day, her heart aches for her wife. She wants Caitlyn to leave. She wants Caitlyn to see that she’s worth more than the bullshit Richard spits.
Even though Caitlyn won’t leave, Vi still hopes. She hopes it doesn’t take something drastic for Caitlyn to finally quit, but she’ll be there for her wife no matter what.
After dinner, Vi kisses Caitlyn softly. She tells her to go and watch some trashy television while she cleans up.
The tired but appreciative look on Caitlyn’s face tells Vi she did the right thing.
Vi cleans up the kitchen, rinsing off their dinner dishes and stacking everything in the dishwasher. She switches it on and then makes herself and Caitlyn a pot of sleepy time tea to share.
“Tell me more about this competition,” Caitlyn says, bringing her mug to her lips to have a sip.
Vi nods, setting her own mug down on the coffee table. She brings one of Caitlyn’s feet into her lap and starts massaging it, eliciting a soft groan from her.
“Dad was basically steamrolled by Jinx,” Vi explains. “Apparently her new girlfriend loves line dancing, and Jinx thought it would be good to bring in some more business. Dad loves Jinx, so he caved. It’s a competition, but I don’t exactly know the rules, or the prizes. But I’m guessing it’s whoever is last on the dancefloor or something like that.”
Caitlyn hums. Her eyes are closed and there’s a small smile on her face. “That sounds lovely,” she replies. “I had an old friend, from Demacia, who loved to line dance.”
“One of your secret sexy or make out friends?” Vi asks, teasingly.
Caitlyn huffs a laugh. “Surprisingly, yes,” she replies. “For her sixteenth birthday, she could have had anything she wanted. But she wanted everyone to line dance. It was so funny, considering so many of us could barely dance at that age. I was seventeen, but barely had any coordination for dancing, even back then.”
Vi smiles, picking up Caitlyn’s other foot to massage. “I’m sure your moves got all the girls’ attention.”
“A little,” Caitlyn replies. “Lux had a crush on me,” she continues. “Said I was her lesbian awakening. Apparently, she had seen me making out with someone when she was fourteen.”
“And then on her sixteenth, you made out with her?” Vi offers.
Caitlyn nods. “It would have led to more, but as she was the girl of the hour, we couldn’t really sneak off. And before I could sneak into her room later that night, we had to leave because Halmeoni suddenly fell ill. I feel bad that I didn’t really get to explain myself to her that night. And that it had to wait until we got back to Piltover from Ionia because I didn’t have her number saved in my phone, but Mother had it in her office.”
“Caitlyn Kiramman, breaking hearts on all continents of the world,” Vi teases.
There’s a small smile on Caitlyn’s lips. “Unfortunately, that is true,” she replies. “Sorry you’re married to such a heartbreaker.”
Vi shrugs. “Nothing to be sorry for,” she replies. “I’m happily married to you. And if you break my heart, I will consider it my greatest honour.”
Caitlyn snorts. “You’re so silly.”
Vi sets Caitlyn’s foot down. “I know,” she replies. “But you’re falling asleep, so let’s get you to bed.”
Sighing, Caitlyn sits up from her reclined position on the couch. “You’re right,” she says. “Sorry for my sour mood.” She stands and stretches.
“Cait,” Vi says, setting her hands on Caitlyn’s hips. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Now, kiss me and go brush your teeth. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Caitlyn nods and presses a chaste kiss to Vi’s lips. “Okay.”
She leaves the room and Vi cleans up their half empty mugs, taking everything back to the kitchen. She figures she’ll deal with it all tomorrow since she has the day off from work.
As Vi steps into their bedroom, Caitlyn is exiting the bathroom. She climbs onto the bed, and Vi makes quick work of brushing her own teeth. She joins Caitlyn a few minutes later, spooning her wife.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says, bringing Vi’s arm up so she can cuddle it.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. She drops a kiss on Caitlyn’s bare shoulder and then the back of her head.
Only a few minutes pass before Caitlyn is fast asleep. Vi lies there, cuddling her wife, not quite sleepy just yet, but not wanting to leave. She hates how stressed Caitlyn is. She hates it a lot.
~*~
Vi spends her day off helping Vander set up for the line dancing competition. She hauls crates upon crates of alcohol, sets up the area for dancing, and makes sure that every single table and chair is clean. It’s hard work, but she loves it. She misses doing physical things with him. She used to help him all of the time when she was younger, and she still often jumps behind the bar whenever she’s here and he’s busy.
Like right now, even though the competition is about to start, she’s pouring drinks for patrons.
It’s only when Vander gives her a pointed look and tells her to get her butt on the dancefloor does she follow his orders. Caitlyn is looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing almost the exact same outfit from Halloween. But much to Vi’s chagrin, she isn’t wearing the bra from that night. Her boots give her an extra inch on Vi which she loves. Honestly, she always loves when Caitlyn wears boots.
The music starts, and everyone begins dancing. Vi laughs, having fun. She bumps into Caitlyn a few times, and her wife just smiles at her. Jinx doesn’t like being bumped into, though, and she makes a face at Vi and gently shoves her out of the way. It isn’t Vi’s fault she has terrible coordination. She tries her best, though.
They haven’t met her girlfriend yet — she had to go out of town for some last-minute business, and will be a little late. Even though she won’t, technically, be allowed to enter the competition aspect, she’ll still be able to dance.
After the third round, Vi is out. Caitlyn is still in and so Vi just watches her wife dance. She can’t help but stare at her ass, and the way it moves, and especially the way those shorts expose so much of her gorgeously long legs. Vi wants to sink her teeth into Caitlyn’s thighs.
“You look like you want to maul her,” Caitlyn’s friend, Ava, says as she approaches Vi. She was also out of the first round. She passes Vi a beer and Vi just grins, shrugging one shoulder.
“Guilty,” she replies. “I am very much in love with my wife.”
“Oh, to be in love, even after three years of marriage,” Ava says. She bumps her shoulder against Vi’s.
“If you want Cait and I to set you up with someone? We’re more than happy to,” Vi replies, taking another sip of her beer. “We know plenty of single women who would be happy to date you.”
Ava shrugs and adjusts her pink cowgirl hat. “Ask me again next year,” she says. “I’m going to let this year be the last that I try dating people without any friendly help.”
“You got it,” Vi replies. She clinks her glass against Ava’s own. “How is corporate law?”
“Boring,” Ava says without missing a beat. “It’s all numbers and mergers and bullshit. I should have gone into criminal law like Caitlyn.”
It takes everything in Vi not to respond to that. Not that she thinks Ava couldn’t keep it to herself, but it isn’t Vi’s story to share. If Caitlyn wants her friends to know that she’s miserable at work, she’ll tell them.
“Are you able to switch?” Vi asks instead.
Ava shrugs. “Eventually, probably,” she replies. “I’ll need to look into it properly, but I don’t see why not. I just want a good foundation first, and corporate law was the best way for me to do that.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Vi says with a nod. She glances up and sees Jinx and Caitlyn embrace. The round is over and they’re both in the next one.
Vi watches as Caitlyn’s gaze sweeps over the bar, and smiles when she sees her chatting with Ava. Vi gives her a small wave and Caitlyn waves back.
“Yeah,” Ava says with a sigh. “I want what you have.”
Vi turns her attention to Ava and gently bumps their shoulders together. “I want you to have it, too. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
They watch the crowd gear up for the next round of dancing, and Vi just watches, her attention completely on Caitlyn.
It’s a short while later that Vi hears Vander asking for a hand. She jumps behind the bar, and starts serving patrons, easing his load.
She’s good at this — she knows how to listen to the weirdest of orders, and she pours efficiently. The downside is that she always gets flirted with. And with the outfit she’s wearing, especially since it’s a form fitting black shirt, that not only shows off her arm muscles, but the faintest outline of her abdominal muscles, too, she’s been drawing a lot of attention. A part of her had also wanted to wear the same outfit from Halloween, but Caitlyn had presented her this shirt earlier in the evening while they were getting ready, and Vi fell I love. She loves the hat, though. Caitlyn had put it on her head earlier in the evening and had given her such a salacious look that Vi knows her request for sex is definitely going to be happening. She doesn’t even mind how Caitlyn wants it, she just wants her wife.
They have sex pretty regularly, but it has been a while since they’ve used the playroom. Between Vi’s work rotations, and Caitlyn’s ever stressed-out mood, they haven’t had the time to do much in the playroom. Vi is craving it, though. She thinks it will be good for them, and it would be a great way to relieve stress.
Just as she’s about to get her phone out of her pocket and text Caitlyn just that, a gorgeously curvy woman with long red hair and warm brown skin approaches the bar. She leans over it to tell her order, even though Vi very much can hear what she’s saying without leaning so far over.
“Here you go,” Vi says, setting the glass down in front of the customer.
“That’s odd,” the woman says, her tone sounding a little put out.
“What is?” Vi asks, concerned that she had somehow messed up her drink.
“Your number isn’t on my napkin telling me to call you,” the woman replies with a confident smirk.
“That’s because it isn’t available,” Vi says. She flashes her wedding ring. “I’m happily married.”
“That’s such a shame,” the woman replies. She picks up her pink drink and locks gazes with Vi as she takes a sip through the straw, her plump lips puckering as she sucks.
“I’ll have a scotch,” comes Caitlyn’s voice from the other side of the woman.
Vi smiles at her. “You got it,” she says, and she pours Caitlyn’s drink. Caitlyn must have heard the other woman flirting, because she runs her hand up Vi’s arm when Vi sets her drink down.
“Can I get your number, handsome?” she asks.
“I’ll do you one better,” Vi replies, leaning in close, knowing full well that the redhead can hear her. “Meet me in the supply closet in three minutes?”
Caitlyn downs her scotch in one mouthful, setting the empty glass back on the bar. “Make it two.”
She saunters off, her hips swaying and Vi grins, unable to stop from staring.
“So, you’ll go make out with her, but won’t give me your number?” the redhead asks, sounding put out.
“She’s my wife,” Vi replies with a shrug. “I’ll make out with her wherever she wants.”
The woman huffs and disappears. Next to her, Vander snorts. “Charming, kiddo.”
“Sorry, Dad,” she replies with a shrug and a wink. “I’ll be back — I’m just taking a small break.”
Vander just shakes his head and shoos her off.
There aren’t as many patrons at the bar counter, so Vi figures she can leave Vander to fend for himself for a few minutes. And she really, really wants to make out with Caitlyn for a few minutes.
The supply closet door is open and Vi steps inside, grinning when Caitlyn all but throws herself into Vi’s arms, accidentally knocking Vi’s hat off her head as she does. She kisses her hungrily, like she can’t wait to taste Vi. Vi loves it. She holds Caitlyn close, running her arms up Caitlyn’s back before settling on her hips.
“Having a good night?” Caitlyn asks when Vi starts kissing down her neck.
“Yes,” Vi replies. “You?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn replies.
Vi slides one of her hands up Caitlyn’s shirt, palming her over her bra. Caitlyn’s breath hitches when Vi’s thumb swipes over her nipple.
“I’ve been thinking,” Vi says, pulling back. She unbuttons Caitlyn’s shirt and Caitlyn helps her from the other end. “We should use the playroom tonight, Your Honour.”
“Should we?” Caitlyn asks, sighing when Vi pulls the cup of her bra down and sucks on her nipple. “What should we do in there, my love?”
Vi hums, her teeth scraping the underside of Caitlyn’s nipple. She takes in the way Caitlyn arches into her, her fingers going to the back of Vi’s head to keep her close. When she’s had her fill, Vi lets Caitlyn’s nipple slip from between her lips. She blows cool air on it and Caitlyn moans softly.
“I think,” she starts, tucking Caitlyn’s breast back into her bra. “You should ride me until your legs give out.”
“We don’t need the playroom for that,” Caitlyn says, her fingers tightening in Vi’s hair ever so slightly.
“We do if you tie me up,” Vi replies with a casual shrug. “To all of the posters of the bed. And just take what you want.”
Caitlyn hums. She cups Vi’s face and kisses her hotly. “I’ll think about it,” she says when she pulls back. She deftly buttons her shirt back up, and then puts her hat back on where it’s sitting on a shelf behind her. Vi scoops her own hat back up and pops it back on her head, getting it to sit properly.
“We should get back out there,” Vi says, nodding her head towards the door.
“We should,” Caitlyn agrees. “And Violet?”
“Hmm?”
“If any more women flirt with you,” Caitlyn begins, getting up into Vi’s personal space, but their hats bump together, severely undermining Caitlyn’s tone. “And you don’t shut it down immediately, I’ll spank you.”
“Yes, Your Honour,” Vi replies with a nod. She licks her lips and gasps ever so slightly when Caitlyn grabs a handful of her ass and squeezes.
Caitlyn opens the closet door and Vi steps out behind her.
“See, this is why I think I should get that C tattooed on my knuckle. That way people will see it even if they don’t see my wedding ring.”
“We’ll revisit that conversation later,” Caitlyn replies. “For now—”
“Caitlyn?”
Both Caitlyn and Vi turn their gazes towards the thin, blonde, white woman who is approaching them. She has a smile on her face and her gaze darts between Caitlyn and Vi, and the supply closet they just exited.
“Still making out with women in dark spaces, I see?” she says, grinning wider. “Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
“Lux, it’s good to see you,” Caitlyn replies. She hugs the other woman. She’s a bit shorter than Caitlyn, but the way her arms slide around Caitlyn is familiar.
Wait, Vi thinks, Lux? Her secret kissing friend. It’s not the first time that Vi has met someone from Caitlyn’s past, but this is the only one Caitlyn has ever hugged before. Everyone else she’s been perfectly polite with.
“Lux,” Caitlyn says as she parts. “Meet Vi — my wife.”
“Damn, Kiramman,” Lux says with a nod. “Okay, you’ve bagged yourself a hottie.”
Caitlyn beams at that. “She’s my everything.”
That makes Vi’s cheeks heat up. She is used to the objectification she faces, but Caitlyn giving her a compliment like that will always make her blush.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lux says. She extends a hand and Vi shakes it. She’s surprised that Lux’s grip is as firm as it is, and Lux smirks, like she knows what Vi is thinking.
“Lux is excellent in hand-to-hand combat,” Caitlyn says, stepping back to Vi’s side. “She was a General in the Demacian army, too.”
Vi nods, impressed. “Oh, are we stopping you from using the bathroom?” she asks upon realising exactly where they’re standing.
“Yeah,” Lux says with a nod. “I’m meeting my girlfriend’s sister in a minute, and I want to make sure I don’t have anything in my teeth.”
“I’ll look,” Caitlyn says and Lux immediately bares her teeth to Caitlyn in such a familiar way it almost makes Vi do a double take.
“They’re perfect,” Caitlyn replies. “Here, I’ve got mints if you like.”
“Yes, please,” Lux says. Caitlyn passes over a wrapped mint from one of her pockets and then passes one to Vi, too. Vi winks at her and unwraps it before popping it into her mouth.
“Come, we’ll help you find your girlfriend’s sister,” Caitlyn says. “How long are you in town for?” she asks as they walk.
Vi walks behind them, letting Caitlyn take the lead. They stop at a booth and Vi doesn’t even think Caitlyn realises they’re not even looking for whoever Lux is meant to be finding, but rather sitting down and catching up like the old friends they are.
Vi makes a detour to the bar, and checks with Vander to make sure he’s okay without her help. She pours herself and Caitlyn a drink each and makes her way back to the table.
“Thank you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She pats the spot next to her and Vi sits down. She taps her glass against Caitlyn’s and has a sip.
“She’s around here somewhere,” Lux says, stretching her neck to look around. “She said she was just helping her dad with something.”
Vi glances around, wondering who, in the thick crowd of people, Lux could be referring to.
“Here she comes!” Lux says, her tone happy.
Vi can’t see anyone approaching, but then she sees Jinx out of the corner of her eye.
Then she realises.
“Jinx! Meet my friend Caitlyn,” Lux says as Jinx says: “How did you already find my sister?”
“What?” Caitlyn, Lux, and Jinx all say in unison.
“Your friend?” Jinx asks, her gaze darting to Caitlyn.
“Your sister?” Lux says, her gaze darting from Jinx to Vi and then to Caitlyn.
“It appears,” Caitlyn says, leaning back into Vi, “that this world is smaller than we realised.”
Vi snorts. “I’ll say,” she agrees. She decides to keep it to herself that her sister’s girlfriend called her ‘a hottie’ not ten minutes ago.
“Is this the same Caitlyn that was your lesbian awakening?” Jinx asks, her face contorting into a frown.
“Uhh…” Lux trails off, looking a little sheepish. “Wait. I think I just called your sister hot.”
“You did?” Jinx exclaims. “Can we back it up a minute?”
“We met outside of the toilets,” Vi interjects. “Caitlyn and Lux know each other from when they were teenagers. None of us realised that Lux is your girlfriend, Jinx.”
“I’m positive that Lux wouldn’t have said that if she knew,” Caitlyn adds. “Please don’t be mad at her.”
“It’s still weird since you’re the reason my girlfriend even realised she’s lesbian,” Jinx says. “Huh, I guess we have that in common,”
Vi’s eyes widen at that. “What?”
Jinx shrugs. “Yeah, I totally had a crush on Caitlyn when I first met her. She’s the reason I even realised I like women.” She says it so easily, and shrugs so casually. “Those tits? Plus, she was always around. It’s kind of why I hated her a bit.”
Vi’s gaze sweeps to her wife. “Okay,” she says, standing. “I think I’ve had enough weirdness for the moment. I’m going to see if Dad needs a hand at the bar. I’ll leave you all to catch up.”
She tips her hat in their direction and makes her way back to the bar. Which is, thankfully, looking busier, and the relief on Vander’s face is palpable.
Wordlessly, she starts taking orders and pouring drinks. The work is easy, and it takes her mind off the fact that her baby sister had a thing for her wife. She’s over it before Caitlyn even approaches the bar, a concerned look on her face.
Vi just gives her a warm smile. She leans over the bar and kisses Caitlyn soundly on the lips.
“Go dance,” she says. “Be with your friends.”
“I’d rather be with my wife,” Caitlyn says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good, Cupcake,” Vi replies with a nod. “I just needed a moment to process. I promise I’m good.”
“Okay,” Caitlyn says with a nod. “Come and join me when you’re done here. I want to dance with you now the competition is over.”
Vi nods. “Give me ten minutes,” she replies.
“What was all that about?” Vander asks when Caitlyn has left.
Taking a deep breath, Vi fills him in on everything. He nods, a knowing look on his face.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Vi asks.
“Yeah, kiddo, I knew,” Vander replies. “Not much gets past your old man. Besides, it was harmless. She was a little infatuated, just like you were. Except she was thirteen and didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel like such a bad sister,” Vi says. She slumps against the bar, thankful there aren’t any customers around to hear what they’re talking about. She takes her hat off her head and runs a hand through her hair.
“Don’t,” Vander says warmly. “She told me not to say anything, and nothing was ever going to come of it, so nothing needed to be said.”
“Still,” Vi replies with a sigh.
“Don’t go dwelling on it,” Vander says firmly. “That’s a surefire way to make yourself upset. You can’t change it, it’s in the past.”
Vi nods. “Thanks, Dad,” she says. She gives him a massive hug and he kisses the top of her head.
“Go dance with your wife,” he says when they part. “You’re wearing this ridiculous outfit, so you may as well put it to use and dance for a bit.”
She smiles at him and pats his arm before walking away, putting her hat back on as she walks. She steps in front of Caitlyn and Caitlyn smiles brightly at her. She immediately takes Vi’s hands in her own, and they start dancing. It’s silly and it’s fun and Vi loves every moment of it.
They dance together until the song changes, and then Jinx cuts in, pulling Vi into her orbit. Vi puts her hat on Jinx’s head and Jinx grins. She hugs Vi tight and then spins around until she’s swept up into Caitlyn’s embrace. Vi smiles at them, and her smile turns softer when Lux hesitates before holding out her hand. Vi takes it and dances with her. As they dance, they chat. It doesn’t take long for Vi to realise why Jinx is so taken by Lux. She’s funny, smart, and deceptively strong — all things that Jinx loves.
When the song is over, Vi lets Lux’s hands go and turns back to face Caitlyn, who is hugging Jinx. They’re slow dancing, even though the song was a fast paced one. Seeing them together warms Vi’s heart. She knew it was hard for Jinx when she and Caitlyn first got together, and now she understands why. But she’s so glad it never stopped their own relationship from forming.
As the night goes on, they keep dancing. Ava pops into the middle of their group, and Vi feels bad that she had forgotten to include her. But when Ava smiles at Vi and then introduces a woman she just met, Vi doesn’t feel so bad anymore.
“I’m Ingrid,” the woman says. She’s got dark, glossy hair, and a complexion exactly like Caitlyn does.
Vi smiles at her and offers her hand to shake. “I’m Vi, nice to meet you,” she replies. “Have you met my wife?”
Caitlyn steps into Vi’s side and her expression changes to one of recognition when she looks at Ingrid. “I’m Caitlyn,” she says, offering her hand. Ingrid smiles and shakes Caitlyn’s hand.
Vi knows there aren’t many descendants of Ionia here in Piltover, so for Caitlyn to find someone who is clearly Ionian, but also has that Piltover accent like she does is lovely. Vi knows how much it means to her.
They chat for a bit, and Vi finds herself pulled into more dancing with Lux and Jinx while Caitlyn and Ingrid chat. She can hear them chatting in Ionian, and it makes her heart happy.
The night wears on, and even though none of them won the competition, Vi thinks they had a pretty successful night all around.
It’s late when they get home, and after showering, Caitlyn wraps her arms around Vi’s shoulders and kisses her so hotly that Vi’s toes curl.
“Take me to bed, Doctor Kiramman,” Caitlyn says softly. She brushes her nose against Vi’s own and Vi hoists Caitlyn up, holding her under her thighs.
Even though she was keyed up earlier to use the playroom, this feels better. She kisses down Caitlyn’s naked chest, lingering on a few of her freckles. She takes one of Caitlyn’s nipples into her mouth and tugs on the gorgeous brown nub. Caitlyn gasps, her hand going into Vi’s hair. She shifts, spreading her legs so they’re bracketing Vi’s body, and Vi takes the hint.
She lowers herself, settling between Caitlyn’s legs. She kisses right over her pubic mound, lingering for a few moments before dipping her head lower. Caitlyn tastes amazing. She always does. She’s warm and wet and Vi could do this for hours if she was given the chance.
Caitlyn shifts her leg so it’s draping over Vi’s shoulder. Vi hums against her, flicking lazily over Caitlyn’s clit with her tongue. She drinks in the noises that Caitlyn makes, the breathy little sighs, and the ‘oh’ she gives when Vi moves her tongue a specific way.
When the telltale hitch of Caitlyn’s breath indicates she’s close to orgasm, Vi focuses all her attention solely on what she’s doing. Caitlyn comes, her hips moving, and her foot digging into Vi’s back.
“Come sit on my face, darling,” Caitlyn says, patting Vi’s shoulder.
Vi doesn’t even hesitate. She straddles Caitlyn’s chest and lets out a soft noise as Caitlyn grabs her ass and forces her closer. Her hips move of their own accord as Caitlyn licks into her. She trails one hand up Vi’s chest, cupping a breast. Vi covers Caitlyn’s hand with her own. She closes her eyes and rocks into the movements.
Before she knows it, her legs are trembling on either side of Caitlyn’s head as she comes. She pants heavily, and slumps down onto the bed next to her wife. She watches as Caitlyn swipes her thumb over her lips and sucks the digit into her mouth. She growls softly and bodily pulls Caitlyn in for a kiss. Caitlyn lets out a startled but happy noise, and leans into Vi, kissing her hotly.
“We can revisit the playroom idea another day,” Caitlyn says when they part. “I promise we’ll do something soon. I know you’re craving it.”
Vi nods. “I am,” she says. She reaches up and touches her day collar where it rests against her skin. “I love that you noticed.”
Caitlyn gives her a soft smile and cups Vi’s cheek in her hand. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had time in there lately. But I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Thank you,” Vi says. Caitlyn leans closer and kisses Vi slowly. It’s full of promise, and Vi can’t wait to see whatever Caitlyn has in store for them.
~*~
After a late breakfast the following day, Caitlyn pulls Vi close and kisses her tenderly. She cups Vi’s face in both of her hands and Vi can’t help the soft moan that falls from her lips.
“What was that for?” Vi asks, feeling a little dazed when they part.
“Let’s go to the playroom, darling,” Caitlyn says. “You deserve a treat.”
Vi can’t help it, she perks up at that. “But I thought you had work to do?”
Caitlyn shrugs. “Fuck work,” she replies. “This is more important to me. Connecting with my wife is more important to me. I’ll do the work later.”
Vi hesitates, but when Caitlyn swipes her thumb over Vi’s bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth, all doubts fly out of the window.
“What are we doing in the playroom then, Your Honour?” Vi asks around Caitlyn’s thumb. She nips at the pad of it, before taking Caitlyn’s hand in her own. She slowly sucks on Caitlyn’s index finger, then kisses her palm.
Caitlyn takes Vi’s chin in between her index finger and thumb and just brushes their lips together. “I like the idea of you being bound,” she says casually. “But I don’t think spread wide on the bed will be as fun…” she trails off and kisses down Vi’s neck, lingering on the pulse point.
Vi’s breath hitches as Caitlyn slides a hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her breast. She plays with Vi’s nipple and Vi feels soaked in seconds.
“Come, darling,” Caitlyn says, pulling back. Vi immediately feels cold from the loss of contact. She takes Vi’s hand in her own and leads her to the playroom.
Vi immediately strips and heads for the bathroom. She grabs a hair tie from the pot on the sink and makes quick work of tying her hair back into her standard braid.
“Violet,” Caitlyn calls out. “Are you ready, darling?”
“Don’t you want me to shower first?” Vi asks, exiting the bathroom, knowing that her confusion is probably written on her face.
Caitlyn shakes her head. “There’s no need, darling,” she replies. “Now, come here, please.”
Vi obeys. She steps into the harness Caitlyn provides her, and Caitlyn secures the dildo into the O-ring. It’s not one they’ve used before — it has multiple ridges, like gems, pressed into the length of it. It’s a clear dildo, and the gems are in reds and blues. It’s a custom made one they got a while ago, but haven’t had a chance to use yet. Caitlyn swipes over it with lubricant, and tells Vi to go and sit in the metal chair on the other side of the bed.
The metal seat is cold underneath Vi’s thighs as she tries to get comfortable.
“Wrists,” Caitlyn says. Vi immediately presents her wrists. Caitlyn slips a soft leather cuff around the first wrist and then chains it to the underside of the chair. She repeats the action with the second wrist and cuff, and Vi tugs on them when told to. Satisfied that Vi’s wrists are secure, Caitlyn nods.
She straddles Vi’s lap and presses in oh so close. Vi licks her lips, unable to take her gaze off Caitlyn as she lowers herself onto the dildo. Her soft moans make Vi’s skin prickle with desire.
It takes a moment for Caitlyn to start moving her hips, and she does so slowly. The angle that they’re at means that Caitlyn’s breasts are pressed right against the tops of Vi’s. She can feel Caitlyn’s hard nipples rubbing against her skin. She strains her neck, trying to get Caitlyn to kiss her, but Caitlyn just shakes her head. She smiles and dips her own head. Her teeth scrape along the underside of Vi’s jaw, nipping. Vi tilts her head to the side, letting Caitlyn have more access.
Caitlyn’s hips move in slow, deliberate movements. She’s just grinding against Vi more than anything. Vi loves it. She can feel how wet Caitlyn is, and it drives her wild. She tugs at her restraints, flexing her fingers, already desperate to touch Caitlyn.
“You’re such a good girl,” Caitlyn mutters as she kisses along Vi’s neck. She kisses her cheek, then her eyelids, and finally back down to her lips. Vi moans into Caitlyn’s mouth, chasing her when she moves. She knows the whine that falls from her is pitiful, but she doesn’t care.
A tsking sound falls from Caitlyn, and she gets up. Vi pouts.
“Stay still,” Caitlyn says. She turns so her back is facing Vi. Vi moans as Caitlyn bends over in front of her, showing off her glorious, soaking wet pussy before she stands again. She grabs the dildo and lowers herself back onto it.
Even though her back is to Vi now, Vi doesn’t care. Not when Caitlyn’s ass presses into her with every single movement. The change in angle means that the base of the dildo is providing Vi some friction, too, and she pants softly, enjoying the feeling. She lowers her head so she’s kissing along Caitlyn’s back wherever her lips can reach. She feels Caitlyn press back into her and Vi uses the change to nip at Caitlyn’s soft skin.
“Vi,” Caitlyn moans. “I’m so close.”
“I wish I could touch you, Cait,” Vi replies.
Caitlyn drops her head back onto Vi’s shoulder, exposing her long neck. Vi kisses the newly presented skin. A movement catches her attention and she watches as Caitlyn circles her fingers with her clit.
“You look so good,” Vi says. “How wet are you?”
“So wet,” Caitlyn pants. Her movements have sped up — her fingers moving faster, and her hips keeping the steady pace. “You feel so good, Vi.”
Vi turns her head and kisses Caitlyn’s neck again. Caitlyn’s soft noises fill the room and the telltale shift of her breathing has Vi focusing on Caitlyn’s hand where it’s between her legs. She squirts, and Vi watches the liquid gush from her wife. She strains against her cuffs once more, desperate to touch Caitlyn.
Caitlyn slumps against Vi, her breathing heavy. Her legs tremble ever so slightly, and Vi can feel the movements go through her own body.
“Cait,” Vi whines. “Please, touch me?”
With a nod, Caitlyn stands. She turns around and makes quick work of taking the harness off Vi. She tosses it onto the bed and then climbs back onto Vi’s lap. Her fingers press against Vi’s clit, knowing exactly how to touch Vi to make her see stars behind her eyes.
“Cait,” Vi pants. “Cait, Cait, Cait.”
“I’ve got you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She crushes their mouths together, kissing Vi so hotly, and so messily. She doesn’t even care how messy it is, just that Caitlyn is touching her.
Vi’s entire body shudders as she orgasms. She leans into Caitlyn as best as she can, her body arching into her wife’s hand. She slumps back into the chair a few moments later, panting heavily.
Caitlyn’s lips press kisses all over Vi’s face once more. Vi just smiles dumbly, kissing back whenever Caitlyn’s lips press against her own. Caitlyn eventually stops, resting her forehead against Vi’s own.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. “That was amazing.”
Caitlyn smiles and nods. She climbs off Vi’s lap and unties her bindings. They both avoid the wet spot on the floor, and before Caitlyn can scurry off to get the cleaning supplies, Vi grabs her wrist and pulls Caitlyn close. She sighs happily when Caitlyn hugs her. She closes her eyes, just breathing in her wife’s scent.
“This weekend has been a lot of fun,” Vi says. “I just want you to know that.”
With a soft smile, Caitlyn dips her head and kisses Vi soundly on the lips. “I’m glad, my love,” she replies.
“Let’s not wait so long to use the playroom again. I think you need it as much as I do.”
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the "my favorite character did nothing wrong" mindset is completely unappealing to me because i love thinking about all the things my favorite characters did wrong
getting fixated on something is funny because the first like week i have an insatiable need to tell everyone i know about it and spread the good word but by weeks 2 and 3 it becomes so intense and personal that even hearing it mentioned in public makes me sweat as if a dark secret was alluded to
Title: Rhinestone Cowgirl
Series: Shades of Violet
Author: Star
Word Count: 7,285
Pairing: Cait/Vi
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)
Rating: Explicit — oral sex, face sitting, bondage, strap-on sex, squirting, fingering.
Summary:
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
~*~
Vi and Caitlyn finally meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.
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Twenty-Five Years Old
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
Vi, who is lying on her back on their bed, nods. She’s been home from work for about an hour, and she’s just been lying here since she finished her shower. She is exhausted. It’s been a rough week.
Since she’s still in her residency, she has to do rotations on various different wards. She is just so glad the first month of her residency got the night shift in the Emergency Department out of the way. She knows she’d hate doing that later on, that’s for sure.
“Yeah, apparently,” Vi says. She sets down her phone on the bedside table. “They’ve been seeing each other for almost four months now. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for Jinx to introduce us to her.” Vi abruptly sits up. “Wait, you don’t think she’s ashamed of us, do you? We’ve met all of her other girlfriends so quickly.”
“I don’t think she’s ashamed,” Caitlyn says as she wanders into the bathroom. Vi can hear drawers opening and figures she’s taking off her makeup. “If we look at it logically — this is the first girlfriend we haven’t met straight away. So, that must mean this one is special.”
Vi slumps back on the bed. “Yeah,” she says. “Okay, yes, I like that answer better.”
Caitlyn leans back so Vi can see her from the doorway. “I’ve ordered dinner in for us,” she says. “It should be here in about twenty minutes. I’m just going to shower, so if you could get the door when it comes, that would be appreciated.”
“Of course,” Vi replies. “Hey…”
“Yes?”
“Kiss?”
Caitlyn smiles. She steps out of the bathroom, only in her knickers and stockings now. She closes the distance between them and kisses Vi slowly. Vi feels her toes automatically curl. She lifts one hand, cupping one of Caitlyn’s breasts, her thumb rubbing over the nipple.
“Can we have sex this weekend?” Vi asks when Caitlyn pulls back. “I feel like we haven’t had sex in so long.”
“You’ll forgive me for not wanting to touch you when you’ve just done a rotation in the infectious diseases ward,” Caitlyn replies, raising her eyebrow pointedly at Vi. She turns and wanders back through to the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Vi says. She lies back on the bed and picks up her phone. She texts Ella to see if she’s interested in participating in the line dancing event.
There are a few other people she’s texted — new friends from work, and old friends from university. She’s in that spot where she is still making friends at work. She’s been so busy that she hasn’t really had time to connect with anyone yet.
After idling for a few more minutes, Vi gets up and sets the kitchen table. She opens that day’s newspaper to the crossword puzzle, and sets Caitlyn’s pen down with it. Just as she’s finished getting everything ready, the doorbell rings.
She grabs some cash from Caitlyn’s purse in the entry hall closet and opens the door. She’s met with an older teenager who passes the bag of food over. Vi takes it and passes over the tip. She knows Caitlyn would have paid for the food when she ordered it, so she feels confident in handing over as much as she has. The kid’s eyes go wide as they take in the amount and Vi just winks at them.
“Have a good night,” she says with a nod. She shuts the door and makes her way back into the kitchen.
She’s just finished plating everything when Caitlyn wanders in. She drops a kiss to Vi’s shoulder and moves to the refrigerator.
“Wine?” she offers.
“If you’re having one,” Vi replies. She gets two glasses down from the cupboard, setting them on the bench in front of Caitlyn. Caitlyn pours a healthy serve of white wine into each glass and then has a long sip of her own before filling the glass once more.
“Bad day?” Vi asks.
Caitlyn sighs. She sets her glass down and sweeps her hair up into a ponytail. “Yes,” she replies. “Richard is being such a…” she trails off. “Dickhead.”
“Breaking out the big insults,” Vi teases. She takes their glasses and sets them down on the table. “Tell me about it?”
Caitlyn sits down across from her at their kitchen table and does just that. Vi knows that ever since Caitlyn started working for the law firm she’s at, she’s clashed with one of the name partners. Richard Olsen is a prick to say the least. Vi has met him only a handful of times since Caitlyn started working there, and he was rude to her each time. From assuming she was one of the caterers at a work function, to turning his nose up at her when she brought Caitlyn lunch when she had forgotten it at home. Vi doesn’t like him, and she knows Caitlyn hates him even more.
But her wife? She’ll stick it out if she thinks it’s the right thing to do. Vi isn’t even sure what would get Caitlyn to leave the firm. And it isn’t as if Caitlyn couldn’t get a job elsewhere, either — she absolutely could. But the contract Richard had her sign when he was wooing Caitlyn into the position was one that said she wouldn’t be able to take any clients with her if she moved firms. Vi knows that is standard practice, but she also knows that the Kiramman family has reach, and so does Richard. And he’ll claim that anyone Caitlyn talks to, even in a non-lawyer capacity, would be grounds for his firm to keep them as clients.
It had been a shock for Caitlyn to realise she had been so very screwed over. Richard was a snake. He had charmed Caitlyn — and that was a hard thing to do. He told her what she wanted to hear, and that was it. He had no intentions of letting Caitlyn run her own division after her first few years there, nor did he care about doing right by their clients.
When she found this out, Caitlyn had been heartbroken. If there is anything Vi knows about Caitlyn, it is that she has a good heart. She only wants to do the right thing by people, and that’s why she went down the lawyer route.
Cassandra had been beside herself, too. She had been using the Olsen, Wilcox, and partners law firm since before Caitlyn was born. After she had found out how her daughter was being treated, she moved firms completely.
Richard had, of course, taken it out on Caitlyn.
She had been assigned four back-to-back pro-bono cases. And they all took months to do. Which meant she didn’t bring in a single cent (apart from her baseline salary) for the entire first year of her job.
As Vi listens to Caitlyn talk about her day, her heart aches for her wife. She wants Caitlyn to leave. She wants Caitlyn to see that she’s worth more than the bullshit Richard spits.
Even though Caitlyn won’t leave, Vi still hopes. She hopes it doesn’t take something drastic for Caitlyn to finally quit, but she’ll be there for her wife no matter what.
After dinner, Vi kisses Caitlyn softly. She tells her to go and watch some trashy television while she cleans up.
The tired but appreciative look on Caitlyn’s face tells Vi she did the right thing.
Vi cleans up the kitchen, rinsing off their dinner dishes and stacking everything in the dishwasher. She switches it on and then makes herself and Caitlyn a pot of sleepy time tea to share.
“Tell me more about this competition,” Caitlyn says, bringing her mug to her lips to have a sip.
Vi nods, setting her own mug down on the coffee table. She brings one of Caitlyn’s feet into her lap and starts massaging it, eliciting a soft groan from her.
“Dad was basically steamrolled by Jinx,” Vi explains. “Apparently her new girlfriend loves line dancing, and Jinx thought it would be good to bring in some more business. Dad loves Jinx, so he caved. It’s a competition, but I don’t exactly know the rules, or the prizes. But I’m guessing it’s whoever is last on the dancefloor or something like that.”
Caitlyn hums. Her eyes are closed and there’s a small smile on her face. “That sounds lovely,” she replies. “I had an old friend, from Demacia, who loved to line dance.”
“One of your secret sexy or make out friends?” Vi asks, teasingly.
Caitlyn huffs a laugh. “Surprisingly, yes,” she replies. “For her sixteenth birthday, she could have had anything she wanted. But she wanted everyone to line dance. It was so funny, considering so many of us could barely dance at that age. I was seventeen, but barely had any coordination for dancing, even back then.”
Vi smiles, picking up Caitlyn’s other foot to massage. “I’m sure your moves got all the girls’ attention.”
“A little,” Caitlyn replies. “Lux had a crush on me,” she continues. “Said I was her lesbian awakening. Apparently, she had seen me making out with someone when she was fourteen.”
“And then on her sixteenth, you made out with her?” Vi offers.
Caitlyn nods. “It would have led to more, but as she was the girl of the hour, we couldn’t really sneak off. And before I could sneak into her room later that night, we had to leave because Halmeoni suddenly fell ill. I feel bad that I didn’t really get to explain myself to her that night. And that it had to wait until we got back to Piltover from Ionia because I didn’t have her number saved in my phone, but Mother had it in her office.”
“Caitlyn Kiramman, breaking hearts on all continents of the world,” Vi teases.
There’s a small smile on Caitlyn’s lips. “Unfortunately, that is true,” she replies. “Sorry you’re married to such a heartbreaker.”
Vi shrugs. “Nothing to be sorry for,” she replies. “I’m happily married to you. And if you break my heart, I will consider it my greatest honour.”
Caitlyn snorts. “You’re so silly.”
Vi sets Caitlyn’s foot down. “I know,” she replies. “But you’re falling asleep, so let’s get you to bed.”
Sighing, Caitlyn sits up from her reclined position on the couch. “You’re right,” she says. “Sorry for my sour mood.” She stands and stretches.
“Cait,” Vi says, setting her hands on Caitlyn’s hips. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Now, kiss me and go brush your teeth. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Caitlyn nods and presses a chaste kiss to Vi’s lips. “Okay.”
She leaves the room and Vi cleans up their half empty mugs, taking everything back to the kitchen. She figures she’ll deal with it all tomorrow since she has the day off from work.
As Vi steps into their bedroom, Caitlyn is exiting the bathroom. She climbs onto the bed, and Vi makes quick work of brushing her own teeth. She joins Caitlyn a few minutes later, spooning her wife.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says, bringing Vi’s arm up so she can cuddle it.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. She drops a kiss on Caitlyn’s bare shoulder and then the back of her head.
Only a few minutes pass before Caitlyn is fast asleep. Vi lies there, cuddling her wife, not quite sleepy just yet, but not wanting to leave. She hates how stressed Caitlyn is. She hates it a lot.
~*~
Vi spends her day off helping Vander set up for the line dancing competition. She hauls crates upon crates of alcohol, sets up the area for dancing, and makes sure that every single table and chair is clean. It’s hard work, but she loves it. She misses doing physical things with him. She used to help him all of the time when she was younger, and she still often jumps behind the bar whenever she’s here and he’s busy.
Like right now, even though the competition is about to start, she’s pouring drinks for patrons.
It’s only when Vander gives her a pointed look and tells her to get her butt on the dancefloor does she follow his orders. Caitlyn is looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing almost the exact same outfit from Halloween. But much to Vi’s chagrin, she isn’t wearing the bra from that night. Her boots give her an extra inch on Vi which she loves. Honestly, she always loves when Caitlyn wears boots.
The music starts, and everyone begins dancing. Vi laughs, having fun. She bumps into Caitlyn a few times, and her wife just smiles at her. Jinx doesn’t like being bumped into, though, and she makes a face at Vi and gently shoves her out of the way. It isn’t Vi’s fault she has terrible coordination. She tries her best, though.
They haven’t met her girlfriend yet — she had to go out of town for some last-minute business, and will be a little late. Even though she won’t, technically, be allowed to enter the competition aspect, she’ll still be able to dance.
After the third round, Vi is out. Caitlyn is still in and so Vi just watches her wife dance. She can’t help but stare at her ass, and the way it moves, and especially the way those shorts expose so much of her gorgeously long legs. Vi wants to sink her teeth into Caitlyn’s thighs.
“You look like you want to maul her,” Caitlyn’s friend, Ava, says as she approaches Vi. She was also out of the first round. She passes Vi a beer and Vi just grins, shrugging one shoulder.
“Guilty,” she replies. “I am very much in love with my wife.”
“Oh, to be in love, even after three years of marriage,” Ava says. She bumps her shoulder against Vi’s.
“If you want Cait and I to set you up with someone? We’re more than happy to,” Vi replies, taking another sip of her beer. “We know plenty of single women who would be happy to date you.”
Ava shrugs and adjusts her pink cowgirl hat. “Ask me again next year,” she says. “I’m going to let this year be the last that I try dating people without any friendly help.”
“You got it,” Vi replies. She clinks her glass against Ava’s own. “How is corporate law?”
“Boring,” Ava says without missing a beat. “It’s all numbers and mergers and bullshit. I should have gone into criminal law like Caitlyn.”
It takes everything in Vi not to respond to that. Not that she thinks Ava couldn’t keep it to herself, but it isn’t Vi’s story to share. If Caitlyn wants her friends to know that she’s miserable at work, she’ll tell them.
“Are you able to switch?” Vi asks instead.
Ava shrugs. “Eventually, probably,” she replies. “I’ll need to look into it properly, but I don’t see why not. I just want a good foundation first, and corporate law was the best way for me to do that.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Vi says with a nod. She glances up and sees Jinx and Caitlyn embrace. The round is over and they’re both in the next one.
Vi watches as Caitlyn’s gaze sweeps over the bar, and smiles when she sees her chatting with Ava. Vi gives her a small wave and Caitlyn waves back.
“Yeah,” Ava says with a sigh. “I want what you have.”
Vi turns her attention to Ava and gently bumps their shoulders together. “I want you to have it, too. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
They watch the crowd gear up for the next round of dancing, and Vi just watches, her attention completely on Caitlyn.
It’s a short while later that Vi hears Vander asking for a hand. She jumps behind the bar, and starts serving patrons, easing his load.
She’s good at this — she knows how to listen to the weirdest of orders, and she pours efficiently. The downside is that she always gets flirted with. And with the outfit she’s wearing, especially since it’s a form fitting black shirt, that not only shows off her arm muscles, but the faintest outline of her abdominal muscles, too, she’s been drawing a lot of attention. A part of her had also wanted to wear the same outfit from Halloween, but Caitlyn had presented her this shirt earlier in the evening while they were getting ready, and Vi fell I love. She loves the hat, though. Caitlyn had put it on her head earlier in the evening and had given her such a salacious look that Vi knows her request for sex is definitely going to be happening. She doesn’t even mind how Caitlyn wants it, she just wants her wife.
They have sex pretty regularly, but it has been a while since they’ve used the playroom. Between Vi’s work rotations, and Caitlyn’s ever stressed-out mood, they haven’t had the time to do much in the playroom. Vi is craving it, though. She thinks it will be good for them, and it would be a great way to relieve stress.
Just as she’s about to get her phone out of her pocket and text Caitlyn just that, a gorgeously curvy woman with long red hair and warm brown skin approaches the bar. She leans over it to tell her order, even though Vi very much can hear what she’s saying without leaning so far over.
“Here you go,” Vi says, setting the glass down in front of the customer.
“That’s odd,” the woman says, her tone sounding a little put out.
“What is?” Vi asks, concerned that she had somehow messed up her drink.
“Your number isn’t on my napkin telling me to call you,” the woman replies with a confident smirk.
“That’s because it isn’t available,” Vi says. She flashes her wedding ring. “I’m happily married.”
“That’s such a shame,” the woman replies. She picks up her pink drink and locks gazes with Vi as she takes a sip through the straw, her plump lips puckering as she sucks.
“I’ll have a scotch,” comes Caitlyn’s voice from the other side of the woman.
Vi smiles at her. “You got it,” she says, and she pours Caitlyn’s drink. Caitlyn must have heard the other woman flirting, because she runs her hand up Vi’s arm when Vi sets her drink down.
“Can I get your number, handsome?” she asks.
“I’ll do you one better,” Vi replies, leaning in close, knowing full well that the redhead can hear her. “Meet me in the supply closet in three minutes?”
Caitlyn downs her scotch in one mouthful, setting the empty glass back on the bar. “Make it two.”
She saunters off, her hips swaying and Vi grins, unable to stop from staring.
“So, you’ll go make out with her, but won’t give me your number?” the redhead asks, sounding put out.
“She’s my wife,” Vi replies with a shrug. “I’ll make out with her wherever she wants.”
The woman huffs and disappears. Next to her, Vander snorts. “Charming, kiddo.”
“Sorry, Dad,” she replies with a shrug and a wink. “I’ll be back — I’m just taking a small break.”
Vander just shakes his head and shoos her off.
There aren’t as many patrons at the bar counter, so Vi figures she can leave Vander to fend for himself for a few minutes. And she really, really wants to make out with Caitlyn for a few minutes.
The supply closet door is open and Vi steps inside, grinning when Caitlyn all but throws herself into Vi’s arms, accidentally knocking Vi’s hat off her head as she does. She kisses her hungrily, like she can’t wait to taste Vi. Vi loves it. She holds Caitlyn close, running her arms up Caitlyn’s back before settling on her hips.
“Having a good night?” Caitlyn asks when Vi starts kissing down her neck.
“Yes,” Vi replies. “You?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn replies.
Vi slides one of her hands up Caitlyn’s shirt, palming her over her bra. Caitlyn’s breath hitches when Vi’s thumb swipes over her nipple.
“I’ve been thinking,” Vi says, pulling back. She unbuttons Caitlyn’s shirt and Caitlyn helps her from the other end. “We should use the playroom tonight, Your Honour.”
“Should we?” Caitlyn asks, sighing when Vi pulls the cup of her bra down and sucks on her nipple. “What should we do in there, my love?”
Vi hums, her teeth scraping the underside of Caitlyn’s nipple. She takes in the way Caitlyn arches into her, her fingers going to the back of Vi’s head to keep her close. When she’s had her fill, Vi lets Caitlyn’s nipple slip from between her lips. She blows cool air on it and Caitlyn moans softly.
“I think,” she starts, tucking Caitlyn’s breast back into her bra. “You should ride me until your legs give out.”
“We don’t need the playroom for that,” Caitlyn says, her fingers tightening in Vi’s hair ever so slightly.
“We do if you tie me up,” Vi replies with a casual shrug. “To all of the posters of the bed. And just take what you want.”
Caitlyn hums. She cups Vi’s face and kisses her hotly. “I’ll think about it,” she says when she pulls back. She deftly buttons her shirt back up, and then puts her hat back on where it’s sitting on a shelf behind her. Vi scoops her own hat back up and pops it back on her head, getting it to sit properly.
“We should get back out there,” Vi says, nodding her head towards the door.
“We should,” Caitlyn agrees. “And Violet?”
“Hmm?”
“If any more women flirt with you,” Caitlyn begins, getting up into Vi’s personal space, but their hats bump together, severely undermining Caitlyn’s tone. “And you don’t shut it down immediately, I’ll spank you.”
“Yes, Your Honour,” Vi replies with a nod. She licks her lips and gasps ever so slightly when Caitlyn grabs a handful of her ass and squeezes.
Caitlyn opens the closet door and Vi steps out behind her.
“See, this is why I think I should get that C tattooed on my knuckle. That way people will see it even if they don’t see my wedding ring.”
“We’ll revisit that conversation later,” Caitlyn replies. “For now—”
“Caitlyn?”
Both Caitlyn and Vi turn their gazes towards the thin, blonde, white woman who is approaching them. She has a smile on her face and her gaze darts between Caitlyn and Vi, and the supply closet they just exited.
“Still making out with women in dark spaces, I see?” she says, grinning wider. “Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
“Lux, it’s good to see you,” Caitlyn replies. She hugs the other woman. She’s a bit shorter than Caitlyn, but the way her arms slide around Caitlyn is familiar.
Wait, Vi thinks, Lux? Her secret kissing friend. It’s not the first time that Vi has met someone from Caitlyn’s past, but this is the only one Caitlyn has ever hugged before. Everyone else she’s been perfectly polite with.
“Lux,” Caitlyn says as she parts. “Meet Vi — my wife.”
“Damn, Kiramman,” Lux says with a nod. “Okay, you’ve bagged yourself a hottie.”
Caitlyn beams at that. “She’s my everything.”
That makes Vi’s cheeks heat up. She is used to the objectification she faces, but Caitlyn giving her a compliment like that will always make her blush.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lux says. She extends a hand and Vi shakes it. She’s surprised that Lux’s grip is as firm as it is, and Lux smirks, like she knows what Vi is thinking.
“Lux is excellent in hand-to-hand combat,” Caitlyn says, stepping back to Vi’s side. “She was a General in the Demacian army, too.”
Vi nods, impressed. “Oh, are we stopping you from using the bathroom?” she asks upon realising exactly where they’re standing.
“Yeah,” Lux says with a nod. “I’m meeting my girlfriend’s sister in a minute, and I want to make sure I don’t have anything in my teeth.”
“I’ll look,” Caitlyn says and Lux immediately bares her teeth to Caitlyn in such a familiar way it almost makes Vi do a double take.
“They’re perfect,” Caitlyn replies. “Here, I’ve got mints if you like.”
“Yes, please,” Lux says. Caitlyn passes over a wrapped mint from one of her pockets and then passes one to Vi, too. Vi winks at her and unwraps it before popping it into her mouth.
“Come, we’ll help you find your girlfriend’s sister,” Caitlyn says. “How long are you in town for?” she asks as they walk.
Vi walks behind them, letting Caitlyn take the lead. They stop at a booth and Vi doesn’t even think Caitlyn realises they’re not even looking for whoever Lux is meant to be finding, but rather sitting down and catching up like the old friends they are.
Vi makes a detour to the bar, and checks with Vander to make sure he’s okay without her help. She pours herself and Caitlyn a drink each and makes her way back to the table.
“Thank you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She pats the spot next to her and Vi sits down. She taps her glass against Caitlyn’s and has a sip.
“She’s around here somewhere,” Lux says, stretching her neck to look around. “She said she was just helping her dad with something.”
Vi glances around, wondering who, in the thick crowd of people, Lux could be referring to.
“Here she comes!” Lux says, her tone happy.
Vi can’t see anyone approaching, but then she sees Jinx out of the corner of her eye.
Then she realises.
“Jinx! Meet my friend Caitlyn,” Lux says as Jinx says: “How did you already find my sister?”
“What?” Caitlyn, Lux, and Jinx all say in unison.
“Your friend?” Jinx asks, her gaze darting to Caitlyn.
“Your sister?” Lux says, her gaze darting from Jinx to Vi and then to Caitlyn.
“It appears,” Caitlyn says, leaning back into Vi, “that this world is smaller than we realised.”
Vi snorts. “I’ll say,” she agrees. She decides to keep it to herself that her sister’s girlfriend called her ‘a hottie’ not ten minutes ago.
“Is this the same Caitlyn that was your lesbian awakening?” Jinx asks, her face contorting into a frown.
“Uhh…” Lux trails off, looking a little sheepish. “Wait. I think I just called your sister hot.”
“You did?” Jinx exclaims. “Can we back it up a minute?”
“We met outside of the toilets,” Vi interjects. “Caitlyn and Lux know each other from when they were teenagers. None of us realised that Lux is your girlfriend, Jinx.”
“I’m positive that Lux wouldn’t have said that if she knew,” Caitlyn adds. “Please don’t be mad at her.”
“It’s still weird since you’re the reason my girlfriend even realised she’s lesbian,” Jinx says. “Huh, I guess we have that in common,”
Vi’s eyes widen at that. “What?”
Jinx shrugs. “Yeah, I totally had a crush on Caitlyn when I first met her. She’s the reason I even realised I like women.” She says it so easily, and shrugs so casually. “Those tits? Plus, she was always around. It’s kind of why I hated her a bit.”
Vi’s gaze sweeps to her wife. “Okay,” she says, standing. “I think I’ve had enough weirdness for the moment. I’m going to see if Dad needs a hand at the bar. I’ll leave you all to catch up.”
She tips her hat in their direction and makes her way back to the bar. Which is, thankfully, looking busier, and the relief on Vander’s face is palpable.
Wordlessly, she starts taking orders and pouring drinks. The work is easy, and it takes her mind off the fact that her baby sister had a thing for her wife. She’s over it before Caitlyn even approaches the bar, a concerned look on her face.
Vi just gives her a warm smile. She leans over the bar and kisses Caitlyn soundly on the lips.
“Go dance,” she says. “Be with your friends.”
“I’d rather be with my wife,” Caitlyn says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good, Cupcake,” Vi replies with a nod. “I just needed a moment to process. I promise I’m good.”
“Okay,” Caitlyn says with a nod. “Come and join me when you’re done here. I want to dance with you now the competition is over.”
Vi nods. “Give me ten minutes,” she replies.
“What was all that about?” Vander asks when Caitlyn has left.
Taking a deep breath, Vi fills him in on everything. He nods, a knowing look on his face.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Vi asks.
“Yeah, kiddo, I knew,” Vander replies. “Not much gets past your old man. Besides, it was harmless. She was a little infatuated, just like you were. Except she was thirteen and didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel like such a bad sister,” Vi says. She slumps against the bar, thankful there aren’t any customers around to hear what they’re talking about. She takes her hat off her head and runs a hand through her hair.
“Don’t,” Vander says warmly. “She told me not to say anything, and nothing was ever going to come of it, so nothing needed to be said.”
“Still,” Vi replies with a sigh.
“Don’t go dwelling on it,” Vander says firmly. “That’s a surefire way to make yourself upset. You can’t change it, it’s in the past.”
Vi nods. “Thanks, Dad,” she says. She gives him a massive hug and he kisses the top of her head.
“Go dance with your wife,” he says when they part. “You’re wearing this ridiculous outfit, so you may as well put it to use and dance for a bit.”
She smiles at him and pats his arm before walking away, putting her hat back on as she walks. She steps in front of Caitlyn and Caitlyn smiles brightly at her. She immediately takes Vi’s hands in her own, and they start dancing. It’s silly and it’s fun and Vi loves every moment of it.
They dance together until the song changes, and then Jinx cuts in, pulling Vi into her orbit. Vi puts her hat on Jinx’s head and Jinx grins. She hugs Vi tight and then spins around until she’s swept up into Caitlyn’s embrace. Vi smiles at them, and her smile turns softer when Lux hesitates before holding out her hand. Vi takes it and dances with her. As they dance, they chat. It doesn’t take long for Vi to realise why Jinx is so taken by Lux. She’s funny, smart, and deceptively strong — all things that Jinx loves.
When the song is over, Vi lets Lux’s hands go and turns back to face Caitlyn, who is hugging Jinx. They’re slow dancing, even though the song was a fast paced one. Seeing them together warms Vi’s heart. She knew it was hard for Jinx when she and Caitlyn first got together, and now she understands why. But she’s so glad it never stopped their own relationship from forming.
As the night goes on, they keep dancing. Ava pops into the middle of their group, and Vi feels bad that she had forgotten to include her. But when Ava smiles at Vi and then introduces a woman she just met, Vi doesn’t feel so bad anymore.
“I’m Ingrid,” the woman says. She’s got dark, glossy hair, and a complexion exactly like Caitlyn does.
Vi smiles at her and offers her hand to shake. “I’m Vi, nice to meet you,” she replies. “Have you met my wife?”
Caitlyn steps into Vi’s side and her expression changes to one of recognition when she looks at Ingrid. “I’m Caitlyn,” she says, offering her hand. Ingrid smiles and shakes Caitlyn’s hand.
Vi knows there aren’t many descendants of Ionia here in Piltover, so for Caitlyn to find someone who is clearly Ionian, but also has that Piltover accent like she does is lovely. Vi knows how much it means to her.
They chat for a bit, and Vi finds herself pulled into more dancing with Lux and Jinx while Caitlyn and Ingrid chat. She can hear them chatting in Ionian, and it makes her heart happy.
The night wears on, and even though none of them won the competition, Vi thinks they had a pretty successful night all around.
It’s late when they get home, and after showering, Caitlyn wraps her arms around Vi’s shoulders and kisses her so hotly that Vi’s toes curl.
“Take me to bed, Doctor Kiramman,” Caitlyn says softly. She brushes her nose against Vi’s own and Vi hoists Caitlyn up, holding her under her thighs.
Even though she was keyed up earlier to use the playroom, this feels better. She kisses down Caitlyn’s naked chest, lingering on a few of her freckles. She takes one of Caitlyn’s nipples into her mouth and tugs on the gorgeous brown nub. Caitlyn gasps, her hand going into Vi’s hair. She shifts, spreading her legs so they’re bracketing Vi’s body, and Vi takes the hint.
She lowers herself, settling between Caitlyn’s legs. She kisses right over her pubic mound, lingering for a few moments before dipping her head lower. Caitlyn tastes amazing. She always does. She’s warm and wet and Vi could do this for hours if she was given the chance.
Caitlyn shifts her leg so it’s draping over Vi’s shoulder. Vi hums against her, flicking lazily over Caitlyn’s clit with her tongue. She drinks in the noises that Caitlyn makes, the breathy little sighs, and the ‘oh’ she gives when Vi moves her tongue a specific way.
When the telltale hitch of Caitlyn’s breath indicates she’s close to orgasm, Vi focuses all her attention solely on what she’s doing. Caitlyn comes, her hips moving, and her foot digging into Vi’s back.
“Come sit on my face, darling,” Caitlyn says, patting Vi’s shoulder.
Vi doesn’t even hesitate. She straddles Caitlyn’s chest and lets out a soft noise as Caitlyn grabs her ass and forces her closer. Her hips move of their own accord as Caitlyn licks into her. She trails one hand up Vi’s chest, cupping a breast. Vi covers Caitlyn’s hand with her own. She closes her eyes and rocks into the movements.
Before she knows it, her legs are trembling on either side of Caitlyn’s head as she comes. She pants heavily, and slumps down onto the bed next to her wife. She watches as Caitlyn swipes her thumb over her lips and sucks the digit into her mouth. She growls softly and bodily pulls Caitlyn in for a kiss. Caitlyn lets out a startled but happy noise, and leans into Vi, kissing her hotly.
“We can revisit the playroom idea another day,” Caitlyn says when they part. “I promise we’ll do something soon. I know you’re craving it.”
Vi nods. “I am,” she says. She reaches up and touches her day collar where it rests against her skin. “I love that you noticed.”
Caitlyn gives her a soft smile and cups Vi’s cheek in her hand. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had time in there lately. But I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Thank you,” Vi says. Caitlyn leans closer and kisses Vi slowly. It’s full of promise, and Vi can’t wait to see whatever Caitlyn has in store for them.
~*~
After a late breakfast the following day, Caitlyn pulls Vi close and kisses her tenderly. She cups Vi’s face in both of her hands and Vi can’t help the soft moan that falls from her lips.
“What was that for?” Vi asks, feeling a little dazed when they part.
“Let’s go to the playroom, darling,” Caitlyn says. “You deserve a treat.”
Vi can’t help it, she perks up at that. “But I thought you had work to do?”
Caitlyn shrugs. “Fuck work,” she replies. “This is more important to me. Connecting with my wife is more important to me. I’ll do the work later.”
Vi hesitates, but when Caitlyn swipes her thumb over Vi’s bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth, all doubts fly out of the window.
“What are we doing in the playroom then, Your Honour?” Vi asks around Caitlyn’s thumb. She nips at the pad of it, before taking Caitlyn’s hand in her own. She slowly sucks on Caitlyn’s index finger, then kisses her palm.
Caitlyn takes Vi’s chin in between her index finger and thumb and just brushes their lips together. “I like the idea of you being bound,” she says casually. “But I don’t think spread wide on the bed will be as fun…” she trails off and kisses down Vi’s neck, lingering on the pulse point.
Vi’s breath hitches as Caitlyn slides a hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her breast. She plays with Vi’s nipple and Vi feels soaked in seconds.
“Come, darling,” Caitlyn says, pulling back. Vi immediately feels cold from the loss of contact. She takes Vi’s hand in her own and leads her to the playroom.
Vi immediately strips and heads for the bathroom. She grabs a hair tie from the pot on the sink and makes quick work of tying her hair back into her standard braid.
“Violet,” Caitlyn calls out. “Are you ready, darling?”
“Don’t you want me to shower first?” Vi asks, exiting the bathroom, knowing that her confusion is probably written on her face.
Caitlyn shakes her head. “There’s no need, darling,” she replies. “Now, come here, please.”
Vi obeys. She steps into the harness Caitlyn provides her, and Caitlyn secures the dildo into the O-ring. It’s not one they’ve used before — it has multiple ridges, like gems, pressed into the length of it. It’s a clear dildo, and the gems are in reds and blues. It’s a custom made one they got a while ago, but haven’t had a chance to use yet. Caitlyn swipes over it with lubricant, and tells Vi to go and sit in the metal chair on the other side of the bed.
The metal seat is cold underneath Vi’s thighs as she tries to get comfortable.
“Wrists,” Caitlyn says. Vi immediately presents her wrists. Caitlyn slips a soft leather cuff around the first wrist and then chains it to the underside of the chair. She repeats the action with the second wrist and cuff, and Vi tugs on them when told to. Satisfied that Vi’s wrists are secure, Caitlyn nods.
She straddles Vi’s lap and presses in oh so close. Vi licks her lips, unable to take her gaze off Caitlyn as she lowers herself onto the dildo. Her soft moans make Vi’s skin prickle with desire.
It takes a moment for Caitlyn to start moving her hips, and she does so slowly. The angle that they’re at means that Caitlyn’s breasts are pressed right against the tops of Vi’s. She can feel Caitlyn’s hard nipples rubbing against her skin. She strains her neck, trying to get Caitlyn to kiss her, but Caitlyn just shakes her head. She smiles and dips her own head. Her teeth scrape along the underside of Vi’s jaw, nipping. Vi tilts her head to the side, letting Caitlyn have more access.
Caitlyn’s hips move in slow, deliberate movements. She’s just grinding against Vi more than anything. Vi loves it. She can feel how wet Caitlyn is, and it drives her wild. She tugs at her restraints, flexing her fingers, already desperate to touch Caitlyn.
“You’re such a good girl,” Caitlyn mutters as she kisses along Vi’s neck. She kisses her cheek, then her eyelids, and finally back down to her lips. Vi moans into Caitlyn’s mouth, chasing her when she moves. She knows the whine that falls from her is pitiful, but she doesn’t care.
A tsking sound falls from Caitlyn, and she gets up. Vi pouts.
“Stay still,” Caitlyn says. She turns so her back is facing Vi. Vi moans as Caitlyn bends over in front of her, showing off her glorious, soaking wet pussy before she stands again. She grabs the dildo and lowers herself back onto it.
Even though her back is to Vi now, Vi doesn’t care. Not when Caitlyn’s ass presses into her with every single movement. The change in angle means that the base of the dildo is providing Vi some friction, too, and she pants softly, enjoying the feeling. She lowers her head so she’s kissing along Caitlyn’s back wherever her lips can reach. She feels Caitlyn press back into her and Vi uses the change to nip at Caitlyn’s soft skin.
“Vi,” Caitlyn moans. “I’m so close.”
“I wish I could touch you, Cait,” Vi replies.
Caitlyn drops her head back onto Vi’s shoulder, exposing her long neck. Vi kisses the newly presented skin. A movement catches her attention and she watches as Caitlyn circles her fingers with her clit.
“You look so good,” Vi says. “How wet are you?”
“So wet,” Caitlyn pants. Her movements have sped up — her fingers moving faster, and her hips keeping the steady pace. “You feel so good, Vi.”
Vi turns her head and kisses Caitlyn’s neck again. Caitlyn’s soft noises fill the room and the telltale shift of her breathing has Vi focusing on Caitlyn’s hand where it’s between her legs. She squirts, and Vi watches the liquid gush from her wife. She strains against her cuffs once more, desperate to touch Caitlyn.
Caitlyn slumps against Vi, her breathing heavy. Her legs tremble ever so slightly, and Vi can feel the movements go through her own body.
“Cait,” Vi whines. “Please, touch me?”
With a nod, Caitlyn stands. She turns around and makes quick work of taking the harness off Vi. She tosses it onto the bed and then climbs back onto Vi’s lap. Her fingers press against Vi’s clit, knowing exactly how to touch Vi to make her see stars behind her eyes.
“Cait,” Vi pants. “Cait, Cait, Cait.”
“I’ve got you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She crushes their mouths together, kissing Vi so hotly, and so messily. She doesn’t even care how messy it is, just that Caitlyn is touching her.
Vi’s entire body shudders as she orgasms. She leans into Caitlyn as best as she can, her body arching into her wife’s hand. She slumps back into the chair a few moments later, panting heavily.
Caitlyn’s lips press kisses all over Vi’s face once more. Vi just smiles dumbly, kissing back whenever Caitlyn’s lips press against her own. Caitlyn eventually stops, resting her forehead against Vi’s own.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. “That was amazing.”
Caitlyn smiles and nods. She climbs off Vi’s lap and unties her bindings. They both avoid the wet spot on the floor, and before Caitlyn can scurry off to get the cleaning supplies, Vi grabs her wrist and pulls Caitlyn close. She sighs happily when Caitlyn hugs her. She closes her eyes, just breathing in her wife’s scent.
“This weekend has been a lot of fun,” Vi says. “I just want you to know that.”
With a soft smile, Caitlyn dips her head and kisses Vi soundly on the lips. “I’m glad, my love,” she replies.
“Let’s not wait so long to use the playroom again. I think you need it as much as I do.”
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idk how to word this properly but wrt the fanfic thing you reblogged earlier. Why do fanfic writers have such different expectations than any other content hosting platform?
Like lets take youtube as a point of comparison, Engagement like comments and likes largely exists to boost the works place in algorithm, thats why youtubers put in calls to action and other engament bait. Few with decent reach even read the comments and the audience shouldnt try to develop any weird parasocial relationship with the youtuber. Fanfic authors ask for likes (kudos, because the websites gotta use nonstandard language for some reason) and comments despite them not having any impact on an algorithm, and seem to want the audience to try and develop a relationship with the author based on tumblr posts like that one.
Why the radical difference in behaviour away from the norm? And honestly with all the (usually) metaphorical blood spilled online about parasociality why are authors really surprised that the audience tries to keep their distance as is best practice with any other content producer?
okay I am going to answer this as kindly and as calmly as I can and try to assume that you are asking this in good faith. because my friend, the fact that you feel the need to ask is, to me, The Problem.
[this is, for the record, in response to this post]
fanfiction writers are not *posting content.* (I also have reservations about engaging with the term "content producer" or "content creator" but let's put that aside for now, I'll circle back to it.) you say "they seem to want the audience to try and develop a relationship with the author" as though it is strange, off-putting, and incomprehensible to you, when in fact that is the point of writing fanfiction. it is a way of participating in fandom. it is a way of building community and exchanging ideas and becoming closer with people.
if authors wanted to solely ~generate content~ that would get them attention (?? to what end, the dynamic you have described seems to equate algorithmic supremacy as winning for winning's sake, as though all anyone wants to do is BUILD an audience without ENGAGING with them, which I cannot fathom but let's pretend for a moment that is, in fact, true) then like. if that were the case why on earth would they choose a medium in which they categorically cannot succeed and profit, because it isn't their IP?
you are equating two things that are not at all the same thing. to the degree that parasocial relationships are to be avoided, and "that person is not trying to be your friend they are trying to entertain you, please respect their boundaries" is a real dynamic -- which it is!! -- like. you have to understand that the reason that is true for the people of whom it is true is because it is their JOB. they are storytellers by profession, and they are either through direct payment, or sponsorship, or advertising, or through some other means, profiting off of your attention. i don't say this to be dismissive, many wonderful artists and actors and comedians and any number of a thousand things that i enjoy very much go this route but they do so as a *career choice.* and so when you violate the public/private boundary with them, you are presuming to know a Person rather than their Worksona. the people who work at Dropout or who stream their actual play tabletop games or who broadcast on TikTok or YouTube are inviting me to feel like i know them to the degree to which that helps them succeed in their medium and at their craft, but there MUST be a mutual understanding that that's a feeling, not a fact.
however.
a fanfiction writer is not an influencer, not a professional, and is not looking to garner "success." there is no share of audience we are trying to gain for gain's sake, because we are not competition with one another, because there is nothing to win other than the pleasure of each other's company. we are doing this for no other reason than the love of the game; because we have things we want desperately to say about these worlds, these characters, these dynamics, and because we *want more than anything to know we are not alone in our thoughts and feelings.* fanfiction is a bid for interaction, engagement, attention, and consideration. it is not meant to be consumed and then moved on from because we are NOT paid for our work, nor do we want to be. the reward we seek is "attention," but attention as in CONVERSATION, not attention as in clicks. we are not IN this for profit, or for number-go-up. there is no such thing: legally there cannot be. we are in this because we want to be seen and known.
like. please understand. i am now married to someone i met because of mutual comments on fanfiction. our close friend and roommate, with whom i have cohabitated for over a decade now, is someone I met because of mutual comments on fanfiction and livejournal posts. that is my household. beyond my household, the vast majority of my closest personal friends are people with whom I built relationships in this way.
you ask why fanfiction writers want THIS and not "the norm," but the idea of everything being built to cater to an algorithm to continue to build clout, as though the only method of reaching people is Distant Overlord Creator and Passive Receptive Audience being "the norm" is EXTREMELY NEW. this is not how it has always been!! please think of the writers of zines in a pre-internet fandom, using paper and glue and xerox to try and meet like-minded people in a world that was designed for you to only ever meet people in person, by happenstance, in your own hometown. imagine the writers of the early internet, building webrings from scratch to CREATE a community to find each other, despite distance. imagine livejournal groups, forums, and -- yes, indeed, of course -- comment threads IN STORIES -- as places where people go to *converse.* in the past, we had an entire Type Of Guy that everyone knew about, the BNF ("Big Name Fan") whose existence had to be described via meme because it was SO DIFFERENT THAN THE NORM. treating fellow fans like celebrities or people too cool for the regular kids to know was an OUTLIER, and one commonly understood to lead to toxicity.
in the past, I have likened writing fanfiction to echolocation. i am not screaming because I like hearing the sound of my own voice, though i can and do find my voice beautiful. i am screaming so that the vibrations can bounce back to me and show me the world. the purpose is in the feedback. otherwise it is just noise.
does this make any sense? can you see, when i describe it that way, why an ask like yours makes me feel despair, because it makes us all sound so horribly separate from one another?
perhaps I will try another metaphor:
a professional chef who runs a restaurant will not have her feelings hurt if you never fight your way into the kitchen to personally tell her how much you enjoyed the meal. that would, indeed, violate a boundary. professional kitchens are a place of work, and you have already showed her you enjoyed the meal by paying for it, or by perhaps spreading your enjoyment by word of mouth to your friends so they, too, can have good meals. you show your appreciation by continuing to come back. if a bunch of people sitting around randomly happen to have a conversation about how much they love the food, it wouldn't hurt that chef's feelings to not be included in the conversation. however: EVEN IN THIS INSTANCE, it is ADVISABLE AND APPROPRIATE to leave a good review! you might post about how much you like this restaurant on Yelp, and it would probably make the chef feel great to see those positive comments. but the chef doesn't NEED them, because the chef is, again, *also being paid to cook.* that's why she started the restaurant, to be paid to cook!
i am not being paid to cook.
i am at home in my own kitchen, making things for a community potluck where i hope everyone will bring something we can all enjoy together. some people at the potluck are better bakers, some better cooks; some can't cook at all but are great at logistics and make sure there's enough napkins for everyone; some people come just to enjoy the food, because that's what the party is for. and if I, as this enthusiast chef who made something from my heart for this reason alone, learned after the fact that a bunch of people got together in the parking lot to rave about my dish but no one of them had ever bothered to tell me while I sat alone at my table all night, occasionally seeing people come by to pick up a plate but never saying anything to me -- of course that would bother me, because I am not otherwise profiting off the labor I put in. this is not a bid to be paid, because if someone WERE to say "hey, great cake!! here's five bucks for a slice" i would say no, friend, that is not the point and give them the money back. i'm not trying to Get Mine. I am in it to see the look on your face. I'm in it so you can tell me what about it moved you, so that I can say back what moved me to make it in the first place. so we can TALK about it.
because what happened in the first place is this: one time I had a cake whose sweetness, richness, flavor, intensity, and composition moved me so much that I *taught myself to bake.* so I could see how much vanilla and sugar was too much, so I could learn how to make things rise instead of fall flat, so I could even better appreciate the original cake by seeing for myself the effort and talent and inspiration that goes into making one even half as good.
learning to do so is a satisfying accomplishment in and of itself, yes.
but I also did it because at the end of the day we should EAT the cake. and it's a lonely thing, to eat alone when a meal was always designed and intended to be shared.
so, to answer your last question: i'm not surprised, i'm just sad. because somehow two things that were never meant to be seen as the same have been labeled "content," and thus identical. and it diminishes both the things that ARE intended to be paid for AND the things that are not, because it removes any sense of intimacy or meaning from the work.
i hope you know i'm not mad at you for asking. but i'm frustrated we've come to live in a world where the question needs to be asked, because the answers are no longer intuitively obvious because we're so siloed.
I feel the need to also state something regarding "standard language".
AO3 was founded in 2008/went live in 2009 when the "liking" meta was not nearly as strong as it is now. The kudos feature was added in 2010.
fanfiction.net (where a lot of people posted before AO3 gained momentum) used (and still uses) "favorite" to describe enjoyed fics. The like button on Facebook was introduced in February 2009. YouTube videos still used 1 to 5 star ratings in 2009 and wouldn't switch to likes and dislikes for another year or two (a feature switch a number of people hated when it happened, BTW). Twitter's name for liking a tweet was favoriting it in 2009, and that stayed the case until 2015, when the button changed from a star to a heart. Reddit's system for this is still in 2025 called upvotes/downvotes (and that immediately puts Reddit in someone's mind if you call it that! brand recognition!).
It's not like no place was calling things like that "likes" (if the feature existed here on Tumblr in 2009 I think it would likely have been called liking even then for instance--likes certainly existed under that name in early 2012 here) but it was not ubiquitous in 2009-2010. That didn't start coming until Facebook liking hit it big, and that took a bit after Facebook introduced it. (The Fanlore wiki suggests the Facebook like feature might have played into AO3's choice to add a kudos button, but the language still wasn't standardized in 2010. Sites were still calling that sort of thing by all sorts of names.)
It's not quite accurate to say AO3's "gotta use nonstandard language for some reason". Liking wasn't yet standardized language for saying you enjoyed something on the internet in 2009/2010. It's more accurate to say that AO3 simply hasn't gone the route of homogenizing like many other sites that changed their differently-named "I enjoyed this" features to likes have. It picked a name in 2010 and stuck with it. That's all.
anything u think about YOUR life after 10pm is bs to be ignored. anything u think about a character’s life after 10pm should be posted about online and expanded on for paragraphs. :)
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Title: Rhinestone Cowgirl
Series: Shades of Violet
Author: Star
Word Count: 7,285
Pairing: Cait/Vi
Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)
Rating: Explicit — oral sex, face sitting, bondage, strap-on sex, squirting, fingering.
Summary:
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
~*~
Vi and Caitlyn finally meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.
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Twenty-Five Years Old
“I’ve signed us up for the line dancing competition on Saturday at my Dad’s bar,” Vi says when Caitlyn gets in from work on Thursday evening. “He needed more people to fill the spots, and it’s also a good way for us to get to meet Jinx’s new girlfriend.”
“So, they’re serious then?” Caitlyn asks, shedding her work clothes.
Vi, who is lying on her back on their bed, nods. She’s been home from work for about an hour, and she’s just been lying here since she finished her shower. She is exhausted. It’s been a rough week.
Since she’s still in her residency, she has to do rotations on various different wards. She is just so glad the first month of her residency got the night shift in the Emergency Department out of the way. She knows she’d hate doing that later on, that’s for sure.
“Yeah, apparently,” Vi says. She sets down her phone on the bedside table. “They’ve been seeing each other for almost four months now. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for Jinx to introduce us to her.” Vi abruptly sits up. “Wait, you don’t think she’s ashamed of us, do you? We’ve met all of her other girlfriends so quickly.”
“I don’t think she’s ashamed,” Caitlyn says as she wanders into the bathroom. Vi can hear drawers opening and figures she’s taking off her makeup. “If we look at it logically — this is the first girlfriend we haven’t met straight away. So, that must mean this one is special.”
Vi slumps back on the bed. “Yeah,” she says. “Okay, yes, I like that answer better.”
Caitlyn leans back so Vi can see her from the doorway. “I’ve ordered dinner in for us,” she says. “It should be here in about twenty minutes. I’m just going to shower, so if you could get the door when it comes, that would be appreciated.”
“Of course,” Vi replies. “Hey…”
“Yes?”
“Kiss?”
Caitlyn smiles. She steps out of the bathroom, only in her knickers and stockings now. She closes the distance between them and kisses Vi slowly. Vi feels her toes automatically curl. She lifts one hand, cupping one of Caitlyn’s breasts, her thumb rubbing over the nipple.
“Can we have sex this weekend?” Vi asks when Caitlyn pulls back. “I feel like we haven’t had sex in so long.”
“You’ll forgive me for not wanting to touch you when you’ve just done a rotation in the infectious diseases ward,” Caitlyn replies, raising her eyebrow pointedly at Vi. She turns and wanders back through to the bathroom.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Vi says. She lies back on the bed and picks up her phone. She texts Ella to see if she’s interested in participating in the line dancing event.
There are a few other people she’s texted — new friends from work, and old friends from university. She’s in that spot where she is still making friends at work. She’s been so busy that she hasn’t really had time to connect with anyone yet.
After idling for a few more minutes, Vi gets up and sets the kitchen table. She opens that day’s newspaper to the crossword puzzle, and sets Caitlyn’s pen down with it. Just as she’s finished getting everything ready, the doorbell rings.
She grabs some cash from Caitlyn’s purse in the entry hall closet and opens the door. She’s met with an older teenager who passes the bag of food over. Vi takes it and passes over the tip. She knows Caitlyn would have paid for the food when she ordered it, so she feels confident in handing over as much as she has. The kid’s eyes go wide as they take in the amount and Vi just winks at them.
“Have a good night,” she says with a nod. She shuts the door and makes her way back into the kitchen.
She’s just finished plating everything when Caitlyn wanders in. She drops a kiss to Vi’s shoulder and moves to the refrigerator.
“Wine?” she offers.
“If you’re having one,” Vi replies. She gets two glasses down from the cupboard, setting them on the bench in front of Caitlyn. Caitlyn pours a healthy serve of white wine into each glass and then has a long sip of her own before filling the glass once more.
“Bad day?” Vi asks.
Caitlyn sighs. She sets her glass down and sweeps her hair up into a ponytail. “Yes,” she replies. “Richard is being such a…” she trails off. “Dickhead.”
“Breaking out the big insults,” Vi teases. She takes their glasses and sets them down on the table. “Tell me about it?”
Caitlyn sits down across from her at their kitchen table and does just that. Vi knows that ever since Caitlyn started working for the law firm she’s at, she’s clashed with one of the name partners. Richard Olsen is a prick to say the least. Vi has met him only a handful of times since Caitlyn started working there, and he was rude to her each time. From assuming she was one of the caterers at a work function, to turning his nose up at her when she brought Caitlyn lunch when she had forgotten it at home. Vi doesn’t like him, and she knows Caitlyn hates him even more.
But her wife? She’ll stick it out if she thinks it’s the right thing to do. Vi isn’t even sure what would get Caitlyn to leave the firm. And it isn’t as if Caitlyn couldn’t get a job elsewhere, either — she absolutely could. But the contract Richard had her sign when he was wooing Caitlyn into the position was one that said she wouldn’t be able to take any clients with her if she moved firms. Vi knows that is standard practice, but she also knows that the Kiramman family has reach, and so does Richard. And he’ll claim that anyone Caitlyn talks to, even in a non-lawyer capacity, would be grounds for his firm to keep them as clients.
It had been a shock for Caitlyn to realise she had been so very screwed over. Richard was a snake. He had charmed Caitlyn — and that was a hard thing to do. He told her what she wanted to hear, and that was it. He had no intentions of letting Caitlyn run her own division after her first few years there, nor did he care about doing right by their clients.
When she found this out, Caitlyn had been heartbroken. If there is anything Vi knows about Caitlyn, it is that she has a good heart. She only wants to do the right thing by people, and that’s why she went down the lawyer route.
Cassandra had been beside herself, too. She had been using the Olsen, Wilcox, and partners law firm since before Caitlyn was born. After she had found out how her daughter was being treated, she moved firms completely.
Richard had, of course, taken it out on Caitlyn.
She had been assigned four back-to-back pro-bono cases. And they all took months to do. Which meant she didn’t bring in a single cent (apart from her baseline salary) for the entire first year of her job.
As Vi listens to Caitlyn talk about her day, her heart aches for her wife. She wants Caitlyn to leave. She wants Caitlyn to see that she’s worth more than the bullshit Richard spits.
Even though Caitlyn won’t leave, Vi still hopes. She hopes it doesn’t take something drastic for Caitlyn to finally quit, but she’ll be there for her wife no matter what.
After dinner, Vi kisses Caitlyn softly. She tells her to go and watch some trashy television while she cleans up.
The tired but appreciative look on Caitlyn’s face tells Vi she did the right thing.
Vi cleans up the kitchen, rinsing off their dinner dishes and stacking everything in the dishwasher. She switches it on and then makes herself and Caitlyn a pot of sleepy time tea to share.
“Tell me more about this competition,” Caitlyn says, bringing her mug to her lips to have a sip.
Vi nods, setting her own mug down on the coffee table. She brings one of Caitlyn’s feet into her lap and starts massaging it, eliciting a soft groan from her.
“Dad was basically steamrolled by Jinx,” Vi explains. “Apparently her new girlfriend loves line dancing, and Jinx thought it would be good to bring in some more business. Dad loves Jinx, so he caved. It’s a competition, but I don’t exactly know the rules, or the prizes. But I’m guessing it’s whoever is last on the dancefloor or something like that.”
Caitlyn hums. Her eyes are closed and there’s a small smile on her face. “That sounds lovely,” she replies. “I had an old friend, from Demacia, who loved to line dance.”
“One of your secret sexy or make out friends?” Vi asks, teasingly.
Caitlyn huffs a laugh. “Surprisingly, yes,” she replies. “For her sixteenth birthday, she could have had anything she wanted. But she wanted everyone to line dance. It was so funny, considering so many of us could barely dance at that age. I was seventeen, but barely had any coordination for dancing, even back then.”
Vi smiles, picking up Caitlyn’s other foot to massage. “I’m sure your moves got all the girls’ attention.”
“A little,” Caitlyn replies. “Lux had a crush on me,” she continues. “Said I was her lesbian awakening. Apparently, she had seen me making out with someone when she was fourteen.”
“And then on her sixteenth, you made out with her?” Vi offers.
Caitlyn nods. “It would have led to more, but as she was the girl of the hour, we couldn’t really sneak off. And before I could sneak into her room later that night, we had to leave because Halmeoni suddenly fell ill. I feel bad that I didn’t really get to explain myself to her that night. And that it had to wait until we got back to Piltover from Ionia because I didn’t have her number saved in my phone, but Mother had it in her office.”
“Caitlyn Kiramman, breaking hearts on all continents of the world,” Vi teases.
There’s a small smile on Caitlyn’s lips. “Unfortunately, that is true,” she replies. “Sorry you’re married to such a heartbreaker.”
Vi shrugs. “Nothing to be sorry for,” she replies. “I’m happily married to you. And if you break my heart, I will consider it my greatest honour.”
Caitlyn snorts. “You’re so silly.”
Vi sets Caitlyn’s foot down. “I know,” she replies. “But you’re falling asleep, so let’s get you to bed.”
Sighing, Caitlyn sits up from her reclined position on the couch. “You’re right,” she says. “Sorry for my sour mood.” She stands and stretches.
“Cait,” Vi says, setting her hands on Caitlyn’s hips. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Now, kiss me and go brush your teeth. I’ll join you in a minute.”
Caitlyn nods and presses a chaste kiss to Vi’s lips. “Okay.”
She leaves the room and Vi cleans up their half empty mugs, taking everything back to the kitchen. She figures she’ll deal with it all tomorrow since she has the day off from work.
As Vi steps into their bedroom, Caitlyn is exiting the bathroom. She climbs onto the bed, and Vi makes quick work of brushing her own teeth. She joins Caitlyn a few minutes later, spooning her wife.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says, bringing Vi’s arm up so she can cuddle it.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. She drops a kiss on Caitlyn’s bare shoulder and then the back of her head.
Only a few minutes pass before Caitlyn is fast asleep. Vi lies there, cuddling her wife, not quite sleepy just yet, but not wanting to leave. She hates how stressed Caitlyn is. She hates it a lot.
~*~
Vi spends her day off helping Vander set up for the line dancing competition. She hauls crates upon crates of alcohol, sets up the area for dancing, and makes sure that every single table and chair is clean. It’s hard work, but she loves it. She misses doing physical things with him. She used to help him all of the time when she was younger, and she still often jumps behind the bar whenever she’s here and he’s busy.
Like right now, even though the competition is about to start, she’s pouring drinks for patrons.
It’s only when Vander gives her a pointed look and tells her to get her butt on the dancefloor does she follow his orders. Caitlyn is looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing almost the exact same outfit from Halloween. But much to Vi’s chagrin, she isn’t wearing the bra from that night. Her boots give her an extra inch on Vi which she loves. Honestly, she always loves when Caitlyn wears boots.
The music starts, and everyone begins dancing. Vi laughs, having fun. She bumps into Caitlyn a few times, and her wife just smiles at her. Jinx doesn’t like being bumped into, though, and she makes a face at Vi and gently shoves her out of the way. It isn’t Vi’s fault she has terrible coordination. She tries her best, though.
They haven’t met her girlfriend yet — she had to go out of town for some last-minute business, and will be a little late. Even though she won’t, technically, be allowed to enter the competition aspect, she’ll still be able to dance.
After the third round, Vi is out. Caitlyn is still in and so Vi just watches her wife dance. She can’t help but stare at her ass, and the way it moves, and especially the way those shorts expose so much of her gorgeously long legs. Vi wants to sink her teeth into Caitlyn’s thighs.
“You look like you want to maul her,” Caitlyn’s friend, Ava, says as she approaches Vi. She was also out of the first round. She passes Vi a beer and Vi just grins, shrugging one shoulder.
“Guilty,” she replies. “I am very much in love with my wife.”
“Oh, to be in love, even after three years of marriage,” Ava says. She bumps her shoulder against Vi’s.
“If you want Cait and I to set you up with someone? We’re more than happy to,” Vi replies, taking another sip of her beer. “We know plenty of single women who would be happy to date you.”
Ava shrugs and adjusts her pink cowgirl hat. “Ask me again next year,” she says. “I’m going to let this year be the last that I try dating people without any friendly help.”
“You got it,” Vi replies. She clinks her glass against Ava’s own. “How is corporate law?”
“Boring,” Ava says without missing a beat. “It’s all numbers and mergers and bullshit. I should have gone into criminal law like Caitlyn.”
It takes everything in Vi not to respond to that. Not that she thinks Ava couldn’t keep it to herself, but it isn’t Vi’s story to share. If Caitlyn wants her friends to know that she’s miserable at work, she’ll tell them.
“Are you able to switch?” Vi asks instead.
Ava shrugs. “Eventually, probably,” she replies. “I’ll need to look into it properly, but I don’t see why not. I just want a good foundation first, and corporate law was the best way for me to do that.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Vi says with a nod. She glances up and sees Jinx and Caitlyn embrace. The round is over and they’re both in the next one.
Vi watches as Caitlyn’s gaze sweeps over the bar, and smiles when she sees her chatting with Ava. Vi gives her a small wave and Caitlyn waves back.
“Yeah,” Ava says with a sigh. “I want what you have.”
Vi turns her attention to Ava and gently bumps their shoulders together. “I want you to have it, too. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
They watch the crowd gear up for the next round of dancing, and Vi just watches, her attention completely on Caitlyn.
It’s a short while later that Vi hears Vander asking for a hand. She jumps behind the bar, and starts serving patrons, easing his load.
She’s good at this — she knows how to listen to the weirdest of orders, and she pours efficiently. The downside is that she always gets flirted with. And with the outfit she’s wearing, especially since it’s a form fitting black shirt, that not only shows off her arm muscles, but the faintest outline of her abdominal muscles, too, she’s been drawing a lot of attention. A part of her had also wanted to wear the same outfit from Halloween, but Caitlyn had presented her this shirt earlier in the evening while they were getting ready, and Vi fell I love. She loves the hat, though. Caitlyn had put it on her head earlier in the evening and had given her such a salacious look that Vi knows her request for sex is definitely going to be happening. She doesn’t even mind how Caitlyn wants it, she just wants her wife.
They have sex pretty regularly, but it has been a while since they’ve used the playroom. Between Vi’s work rotations, and Caitlyn’s ever stressed-out mood, they haven’t had the time to do much in the playroom. Vi is craving it, though. She thinks it will be good for them, and it would be a great way to relieve stress.
Just as she’s about to get her phone out of her pocket and text Caitlyn just that, a gorgeously curvy woman with long red hair and warm brown skin approaches the bar. She leans over it to tell her order, even though Vi very much can hear what she’s saying without leaning so far over.
“Here you go,” Vi says, setting the glass down in front of the customer.
“That’s odd,” the woman says, her tone sounding a little put out.
“What is?” Vi asks, concerned that she had somehow messed up her drink.
“Your number isn’t on my napkin telling me to call you,” the woman replies with a confident smirk.
“That’s because it isn’t available,” Vi says. She flashes her wedding ring. “I’m happily married.”
“That’s such a shame,” the woman replies. She picks up her pink drink and locks gazes with Vi as she takes a sip through the straw, her plump lips puckering as she sucks.
“I’ll have a scotch,” comes Caitlyn’s voice from the other side of the woman.
Vi smiles at her. “You got it,” she says, and she pours Caitlyn’s drink. Caitlyn must have heard the other woman flirting, because she runs her hand up Vi’s arm when Vi sets her drink down.
“Can I get your number, handsome?” she asks.
“I’ll do you one better,” Vi replies, leaning in close, knowing full well that the redhead can hear her. “Meet me in the supply closet in three minutes?”
Caitlyn downs her scotch in one mouthful, setting the empty glass back on the bar. “Make it two.”
She saunters off, her hips swaying and Vi grins, unable to stop from staring.
“So, you’ll go make out with her, but won’t give me your number?” the redhead asks, sounding put out.
“She’s my wife,” Vi replies with a shrug. “I’ll make out with her wherever she wants.”
The woman huffs and disappears. Next to her, Vander snorts. “Charming, kiddo.”
“Sorry, Dad,” she replies with a shrug and a wink. “I’ll be back — I’m just taking a small break.”
Vander just shakes his head and shoos her off.
There aren’t as many patrons at the bar counter, so Vi figures she can leave Vander to fend for himself for a few minutes. And she really, really wants to make out with Caitlyn for a few minutes.
The supply closet door is open and Vi steps inside, grinning when Caitlyn all but throws herself into Vi’s arms, accidentally knocking Vi’s hat off her head as she does. She kisses her hungrily, like she can’t wait to taste Vi. Vi loves it. She holds Caitlyn close, running her arms up Caitlyn’s back before settling on her hips.
“Having a good night?” Caitlyn asks when Vi starts kissing down her neck.
“Yes,” Vi replies. “You?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn replies.
Vi slides one of her hands up Caitlyn’s shirt, palming her over her bra. Caitlyn’s breath hitches when Vi’s thumb swipes over her nipple.
“I’ve been thinking,” Vi says, pulling back. She unbuttons Caitlyn’s shirt and Caitlyn helps her from the other end. “We should use the playroom tonight, Your Honour.”
“Should we?” Caitlyn asks, sighing when Vi pulls the cup of her bra down and sucks on her nipple. “What should we do in there, my love?”
Vi hums, her teeth scraping the underside of Caitlyn’s nipple. She takes in the way Caitlyn arches into her, her fingers going to the back of Vi’s head to keep her close. When she’s had her fill, Vi lets Caitlyn’s nipple slip from between her lips. She blows cool air on it and Caitlyn moans softly.
“I think,” she starts, tucking Caitlyn’s breast back into her bra. “You should ride me until your legs give out.”
“We don’t need the playroom for that,” Caitlyn says, her fingers tightening in Vi’s hair ever so slightly.
“We do if you tie me up,” Vi replies with a casual shrug. “To all of the posters of the bed. And just take what you want.”
Caitlyn hums. She cups Vi’s face and kisses her hotly. “I’ll think about it,” she says when she pulls back. She deftly buttons her shirt back up, and then puts her hat back on where it’s sitting on a shelf behind her. Vi scoops her own hat back up and pops it back on her head, getting it to sit properly.
“We should get back out there,” Vi says, nodding her head towards the door.
“We should,” Caitlyn agrees. “And Violet?”
“Hmm?”
“If any more women flirt with you,” Caitlyn begins, getting up into Vi’s personal space, but their hats bump together, severely undermining Caitlyn’s tone. “And you don’t shut it down immediately, I’ll spank you.”
“Yes, Your Honour,” Vi replies with a nod. She licks her lips and gasps ever so slightly when Caitlyn grabs a handful of her ass and squeezes.
Caitlyn opens the closet door and Vi steps out behind her.
“See, this is why I think I should get that C tattooed on my knuckle. That way people will see it even if they don’t see my wedding ring.”
“We’ll revisit that conversation later,” Caitlyn replies. “For now—”
“Caitlyn?”
Both Caitlyn and Vi turn their gazes towards the thin, blonde, white woman who is approaching them. She has a smile on her face and her gaze darts between Caitlyn and Vi, and the supply closet they just exited.
“Still making out with women in dark spaces, I see?” she says, grinning wider. “Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
“Lux, it’s good to see you,” Caitlyn replies. She hugs the other woman. She’s a bit shorter than Caitlyn, but the way her arms slide around Caitlyn is familiar.
Wait, Vi thinks, Lux? Her secret kissing friend. It’s not the first time that Vi has met someone from Caitlyn’s past, but this is the only one Caitlyn has ever hugged before. Everyone else she’s been perfectly polite with.
“Lux,” Caitlyn says as she parts. “Meet Vi — my wife.”
“Damn, Kiramman,” Lux says with a nod. “Okay, you’ve bagged yourself a hottie.”
Caitlyn beams at that. “She’s my everything.”
That makes Vi’s cheeks heat up. She is used to the objectification she faces, but Caitlyn giving her a compliment like that will always make her blush.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lux says. She extends a hand and Vi shakes it. She’s surprised that Lux’s grip is as firm as it is, and Lux smirks, like she knows what Vi is thinking.
“Lux is excellent in hand-to-hand combat,” Caitlyn says, stepping back to Vi’s side. “She was a General in the Demacian army, too.”
Vi nods, impressed. “Oh, are we stopping you from using the bathroom?” she asks upon realising exactly where they’re standing.
“Yeah,” Lux says with a nod. “I’m meeting my girlfriend’s sister in a minute, and I want to make sure I don’t have anything in my teeth.”
“I’ll look,” Caitlyn says and Lux immediately bares her teeth to Caitlyn in such a familiar way it almost makes Vi do a double take.
“They’re perfect,” Caitlyn replies. “Here, I’ve got mints if you like.”
“Yes, please,” Lux says. Caitlyn passes over a wrapped mint from one of her pockets and then passes one to Vi, too. Vi winks at her and unwraps it before popping it into her mouth.
“Come, we’ll help you find your girlfriend’s sister,” Caitlyn says. “How long are you in town for?” she asks as they walk.
Vi walks behind them, letting Caitlyn take the lead. They stop at a booth and Vi doesn’t even think Caitlyn realises they’re not even looking for whoever Lux is meant to be finding, but rather sitting down and catching up like the old friends they are.
Vi makes a detour to the bar, and checks with Vander to make sure he’s okay without her help. She pours herself and Caitlyn a drink each and makes her way back to the table.
“Thank you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She pats the spot next to her and Vi sits down. She taps her glass against Caitlyn’s and has a sip.
“She’s around here somewhere,” Lux says, stretching her neck to look around. “She said she was just helping her dad with something.”
Vi glances around, wondering who, in the thick crowd of people, Lux could be referring to.
“Here she comes!” Lux says, her tone happy.
Vi can’t see anyone approaching, but then she sees Jinx out of the corner of her eye.
Then she realises.
“Jinx! Meet my friend Caitlyn,” Lux says as Jinx says: “How did you already find my sister?”
“What?” Caitlyn, Lux, and Jinx all say in unison.
“Your friend?” Jinx asks, her gaze darting to Caitlyn.
“Your sister?” Lux says, her gaze darting from Jinx to Vi and then to Caitlyn.
“It appears,” Caitlyn says, leaning back into Vi, “that this world is smaller than we realised.”
Vi snorts. “I’ll say,” she agrees. She decides to keep it to herself that her sister’s girlfriend called her ‘a hottie’ not ten minutes ago.
“Is this the same Caitlyn that was your lesbian awakening?” Jinx asks, her face contorting into a frown.
“Uhh…” Lux trails off, looking a little sheepish. “Wait. I think I just called your sister hot.”
“You did?” Jinx exclaims. “Can we back it up a minute?”
“We met outside of the toilets,” Vi interjects. “Caitlyn and Lux know each other from when they were teenagers. None of us realised that Lux is your girlfriend, Jinx.”
“I’m positive that Lux wouldn’t have said that if she knew,” Caitlyn adds. “Please don’t be mad at her.”
“It’s still weird since you’re the reason my girlfriend even realised she’s lesbian,” Jinx says. “Huh, I guess we have that in common,”
Vi’s eyes widen at that. “What?”
Jinx shrugs. “Yeah, I totally had a crush on Caitlyn when I first met her. She’s the reason I even realised I like women.” She says it so easily, and shrugs so casually. “Those tits? Plus, she was always around. It’s kind of why I hated her a bit.”
Vi’s gaze sweeps to her wife. “Okay,” she says, standing. “I think I’ve had enough weirdness for the moment. I’m going to see if Dad needs a hand at the bar. I’ll leave you all to catch up.”
She tips her hat in their direction and makes her way back to the bar. Which is, thankfully, looking busier, and the relief on Vander’s face is palpable.
Wordlessly, she starts taking orders and pouring drinks. The work is easy, and it takes her mind off the fact that her baby sister had a thing for her wife. She’s over it before Caitlyn even approaches the bar, a concerned look on her face.
Vi just gives her a warm smile. She leans over the bar and kisses Caitlyn soundly on the lips.
“Go dance,” she says. “Be with your friends.”
“I’d rather be with my wife,” Caitlyn says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good, Cupcake,” Vi replies with a nod. “I just needed a moment to process. I promise I’m good.”
“Okay,” Caitlyn says with a nod. “Come and join me when you’re done here. I want to dance with you now the competition is over.”
Vi nods. “Give me ten minutes,” she replies.
“What was all that about?” Vander asks when Caitlyn has left.
Taking a deep breath, Vi fills him in on everything. He nods, a knowing look on his face.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Vi asks.
“Yeah, kiddo, I knew,” Vander replies. “Not much gets past your old man. Besides, it was harmless. She was a little infatuated, just like you were. Except she was thirteen and didn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel like such a bad sister,” Vi says. She slumps against the bar, thankful there aren’t any customers around to hear what they’re talking about. She takes her hat off her head and runs a hand through her hair.
“Don’t,” Vander says warmly. “She told me not to say anything, and nothing was ever going to come of it, so nothing needed to be said.”
“Still,” Vi replies with a sigh.
“Don’t go dwelling on it,” Vander says firmly. “That’s a surefire way to make yourself upset. You can’t change it, it’s in the past.”
Vi nods. “Thanks, Dad,” she says. She gives him a massive hug and he kisses the top of her head.
“Go dance with your wife,” he says when they part. “You’re wearing this ridiculous outfit, so you may as well put it to use and dance for a bit.”
She smiles at him and pats his arm before walking away, putting her hat back on as she walks. She steps in front of Caitlyn and Caitlyn smiles brightly at her. She immediately takes Vi’s hands in her own, and they start dancing. It’s silly and it’s fun and Vi loves every moment of it.
They dance together until the song changes, and then Jinx cuts in, pulling Vi into her orbit. Vi puts her hat on Jinx’s head and Jinx grins. She hugs Vi tight and then spins around until she’s swept up into Caitlyn’s embrace. Vi smiles at them, and her smile turns softer when Lux hesitates before holding out her hand. Vi takes it and dances with her. As they dance, they chat. It doesn’t take long for Vi to realise why Jinx is so taken by Lux. She’s funny, smart, and deceptively strong — all things that Jinx loves.
When the song is over, Vi lets Lux’s hands go and turns back to face Caitlyn, who is hugging Jinx. They’re slow dancing, even though the song was a fast paced one. Seeing them together warms Vi’s heart. She knew it was hard for Jinx when she and Caitlyn first got together, and now she understands why. But she’s so glad it never stopped their own relationship from forming.
As the night goes on, they keep dancing. Ava pops into the middle of their group, and Vi feels bad that she had forgotten to include her. But when Ava smiles at Vi and then introduces a woman she just met, Vi doesn’t feel so bad anymore.
“I’m Ingrid,” the woman says. She’s got dark, glossy hair, and a complexion exactly like Caitlyn does.
Vi smiles at her and offers her hand to shake. “I’m Vi, nice to meet you,” she replies. “Have you met my wife?”
Caitlyn steps into Vi’s side and her expression changes to one of recognition when she looks at Ingrid. “I’m Caitlyn,” she says, offering her hand. Ingrid smiles and shakes Caitlyn’s hand.
Vi knows there aren’t many descendants of Ionia here in Piltover, so for Caitlyn to find someone who is clearly Ionian, but also has that Piltover accent like she does is lovely. Vi knows how much it means to her.
They chat for a bit, and Vi finds herself pulled into more dancing with Lux and Jinx while Caitlyn and Ingrid chat. She can hear them chatting in Ionian, and it makes her heart happy.
The night wears on, and even though none of them won the competition, Vi thinks they had a pretty successful night all around.
It’s late when they get home, and after showering, Caitlyn wraps her arms around Vi’s shoulders and kisses her so hotly that Vi’s toes curl.
“Take me to bed, Doctor Kiramman,” Caitlyn says softly. She brushes her nose against Vi’s own and Vi hoists Caitlyn up, holding her under her thighs.
Even though she was keyed up earlier to use the playroom, this feels better. She kisses down Caitlyn’s naked chest, lingering on a few of her freckles. She takes one of Caitlyn’s nipples into her mouth and tugs on the gorgeous brown nub. Caitlyn gasps, her hand going into Vi’s hair. She shifts, spreading her legs so they’re bracketing Vi’s body, and Vi takes the hint.
She lowers herself, settling between Caitlyn’s legs. She kisses right over her pubic mound, lingering for a few moments before dipping her head lower. Caitlyn tastes amazing. She always does. She’s warm and wet and Vi could do this for hours if she was given the chance.
Caitlyn shifts her leg so it’s draping over Vi’s shoulder. Vi hums against her, flicking lazily over Caitlyn’s clit with her tongue. She drinks in the noises that Caitlyn makes, the breathy little sighs, and the ‘oh’ she gives when Vi moves her tongue a specific way.
When the telltale hitch of Caitlyn’s breath indicates she’s close to orgasm, Vi focuses all her attention solely on what she’s doing. Caitlyn comes, her hips moving, and her foot digging into Vi’s back.
“Come sit on my face, darling,” Caitlyn says, patting Vi’s shoulder.
Vi doesn’t even hesitate. She straddles Caitlyn’s chest and lets out a soft noise as Caitlyn grabs her ass and forces her closer. Her hips move of their own accord as Caitlyn licks into her. She trails one hand up Vi’s chest, cupping a breast. Vi covers Caitlyn’s hand with her own. She closes her eyes and rocks into the movements.
Before she knows it, her legs are trembling on either side of Caitlyn’s head as she comes. She pants heavily, and slumps down onto the bed next to her wife. She watches as Caitlyn swipes her thumb over her lips and sucks the digit into her mouth. She growls softly and bodily pulls Caitlyn in for a kiss. Caitlyn lets out a startled but happy noise, and leans into Vi, kissing her hotly.
“We can revisit the playroom idea another day,” Caitlyn says when they part. “I promise we’ll do something soon. I know you’re craving it.”
Vi nods. “I am,” she says. She reaches up and touches her day collar where it rests against her skin. “I love that you noticed.”
Caitlyn gives her a soft smile and cups Vi’s cheek in her hand. “I’m sorry that we haven’t had time in there lately. But I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Thank you,” Vi says. Caitlyn leans closer and kisses Vi slowly. It’s full of promise, and Vi can’t wait to see whatever Caitlyn has in store for them.
~*~
After a late breakfast the following day, Caitlyn pulls Vi close and kisses her tenderly. She cups Vi’s face in both of her hands and Vi can’t help the soft moan that falls from her lips.
“What was that for?” Vi asks, feeling a little dazed when they part.
“Let’s go to the playroom, darling,” Caitlyn says. “You deserve a treat.”
Vi can’t help it, she perks up at that. “But I thought you had work to do?”
Caitlyn shrugs. “Fuck work,” she replies. “This is more important to me. Connecting with my wife is more important to me. I’ll do the work later.”
Vi hesitates, but when Caitlyn swipes her thumb over Vi’s bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth, all doubts fly out of the window.
“What are we doing in the playroom then, Your Honour?” Vi asks around Caitlyn’s thumb. She nips at the pad of it, before taking Caitlyn’s hand in her own. She slowly sucks on Caitlyn’s index finger, then kisses her palm.
Caitlyn takes Vi’s chin in between her index finger and thumb and just brushes their lips together. “I like the idea of you being bound,” she says casually. “But I don’t think spread wide on the bed will be as fun…” she trails off and kisses down Vi’s neck, lingering on the pulse point.
Vi’s breath hitches as Caitlyn slides a hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her breast. She plays with Vi’s nipple and Vi feels soaked in seconds.
“Come, darling,” Caitlyn says, pulling back. Vi immediately feels cold from the loss of contact. She takes Vi’s hand in her own and leads her to the playroom.
Vi immediately strips and heads for the bathroom. She grabs a hair tie from the pot on the sink and makes quick work of tying her hair back into her standard braid.
“Violet,” Caitlyn calls out. “Are you ready, darling?”
“Don’t you want me to shower first?” Vi asks, exiting the bathroom, knowing that her confusion is probably written on her face.
Caitlyn shakes her head. “There’s no need, darling,” she replies. “Now, come here, please.”
Vi obeys. She steps into the harness Caitlyn provides her, and Caitlyn secures the dildo into the O-ring. It’s not one they’ve used before — it has multiple ridges, like gems, pressed into the length of it. It’s a clear dildo, and the gems are in reds and blues. It’s a custom made one they got a while ago, but haven’t had a chance to use yet. Caitlyn swipes over it with lubricant, and tells Vi to go and sit in the metal chair on the other side of the bed.
The metal seat is cold underneath Vi’s thighs as she tries to get comfortable.
“Wrists,” Caitlyn says. Vi immediately presents her wrists. Caitlyn slips a soft leather cuff around the first wrist and then chains it to the underside of the chair. She repeats the action with the second wrist and cuff, and Vi tugs on them when told to. Satisfied that Vi’s wrists are secure, Caitlyn nods.
She straddles Vi’s lap and presses in oh so close. Vi licks her lips, unable to take her gaze off Caitlyn as she lowers herself onto the dildo. Her soft moans make Vi’s skin prickle with desire.
It takes a moment for Caitlyn to start moving her hips, and she does so slowly. The angle that they’re at means that Caitlyn’s breasts are pressed right against the tops of Vi’s. She can feel Caitlyn’s hard nipples rubbing against her skin. She strains her neck, trying to get Caitlyn to kiss her, but Caitlyn just shakes her head. She smiles and dips her own head. Her teeth scrape along the underside of Vi’s jaw, nipping. Vi tilts her head to the side, letting Caitlyn have more access.
Caitlyn’s hips move in slow, deliberate movements. She’s just grinding against Vi more than anything. Vi loves it. She can feel how wet Caitlyn is, and it drives her wild. She tugs at her restraints, flexing her fingers, already desperate to touch Caitlyn.
“You’re such a good girl,” Caitlyn mutters as she kisses along Vi’s neck. She kisses her cheek, then her eyelids, and finally back down to her lips. Vi moans into Caitlyn’s mouth, chasing her when she moves. She knows the whine that falls from her is pitiful, but she doesn’t care.
A tsking sound falls from Caitlyn, and she gets up. Vi pouts.
“Stay still,” Caitlyn says. She turns so her back is facing Vi. Vi moans as Caitlyn bends over in front of her, showing off her glorious, soaking wet pussy before she stands again. She grabs the dildo and lowers herself back onto it.
Even though her back is to Vi now, Vi doesn’t care. Not when Caitlyn’s ass presses into her with every single movement. The change in angle means that the base of the dildo is providing Vi some friction, too, and she pants softly, enjoying the feeling. She lowers her head so she’s kissing along Caitlyn’s back wherever her lips can reach. She feels Caitlyn press back into her and Vi uses the change to nip at Caitlyn’s soft skin.
“Vi,” Caitlyn moans. “I’m so close.”
“I wish I could touch you, Cait,” Vi replies.
Caitlyn drops her head back onto Vi’s shoulder, exposing her long neck. Vi kisses the newly presented skin. A movement catches her attention and she watches as Caitlyn circles her fingers with her clit.
“You look so good,” Vi says. “How wet are you?”
“So wet,” Caitlyn pants. Her movements have sped up — her fingers moving faster, and her hips keeping the steady pace. “You feel so good, Vi.”
Vi turns her head and kisses Caitlyn’s neck again. Caitlyn’s soft noises fill the room and the telltale shift of her breathing has Vi focusing on Caitlyn’s hand where it’s between her legs. She squirts, and Vi watches the liquid gush from her wife. She strains against her cuffs once more, desperate to touch Caitlyn.
Caitlyn slumps against Vi, her breathing heavy. Her legs tremble ever so slightly, and Vi can feel the movements go through her own body.
“Cait,” Vi whines. “Please, touch me?”
With a nod, Caitlyn stands. She turns around and makes quick work of taking the harness off Vi. She tosses it onto the bed and then climbs back onto Vi’s lap. Her fingers press against Vi’s clit, knowing exactly how to touch Vi to make her see stars behind her eyes.
“Cait,” Vi pants. “Cait, Cait, Cait.”
“I’ve got you, darling,” Caitlyn says. She crushes their mouths together, kissing Vi so hotly, and so messily. She doesn’t even care how messy it is, just that Caitlyn is touching her.
Vi’s entire body shudders as she orgasms. She leans into Caitlyn as best as she can, her body arching into her wife’s hand. She slumps back into the chair a few moments later, panting heavily.
Caitlyn’s lips press kisses all over Vi’s face once more. Vi just smiles dumbly, kissing back whenever Caitlyn’s lips press against her own. Caitlyn eventually stops, resting her forehead against Vi’s own.
“I love you,” Caitlyn says.
“I love you, too,” Vi replies. “That was amazing.”
Caitlyn smiles and nods. She climbs off Vi’s lap and unties her bindings. They both avoid the wet spot on the floor, and before Caitlyn can scurry off to get the cleaning supplies, Vi grabs her wrist and pulls Caitlyn close. She sighs happily when Caitlyn hugs her. She closes her eyes, just breathing in her wife’s scent.
“This weekend has been a lot of fun,” Vi says. “I just want you to know that.”
With a soft smile, Caitlyn dips her head and kisses Vi soundly on the lips. “I’m glad, my love,” she replies.
“Let’s not wait so long to use the playroom again. I think you need it as much as I do.”
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