#lihawrites

Vi huffed, still irritated. "I just don't understand why you wandered through rain, in the middle of autumn. I also don't understand why you don't have a pair of socks thicker than two-ply tissue."

Caitlyn sneezed sadly. She let out another pitiful whimper before rolling onto her stomach, resisting the urge to freak out over the lace of her bralette digging into her skin.

She had hurried home in an attempt to set up a surprise for Vi. Her wife had been feeling the emotional burden of Caitlyn's late-night absences at home, so as soon as Caitlyn could arrange a day to leave work early and do something special, she had taken the opportunity.

Everything had been going well until her car broke down. She had tried getting a cab, but finding an available one during rush hour seemed impossible. So, she had reasoned like any rational person who was only a ten-minute walk away from their house, why not make the rest of the journey on foot?

An hour later, she was splayed out on the bed, red-faced, eye watery, attempting to look sexy in her black lingerie, ready to welcome her wife home.

"Got it!" Vi triumphantly brandished her fist in the air, a pair of fuzzy socks balled up in her palm. Caitlyn picked her head up, her bleary expression souring at the sight of the garishly red socks, the emblem of her father's favourite football team embroidered into them.

Vi's warm palm tenderly encased Caitlyn's freezing ankle as she slid the socks on, and Caitlyn instinctively arched into her body heat.

"I wanted to take care of you today," Caitlyn said with a wet sniffle, her limbs starfished out on the mattress in defeat. "'Make you feel good."

"Oh, yeah?" Vi asked teasingly, her hands travelling up to finger the straps of Caitlyn's garters. She chuckled, slowly coaxing Caitlyn onto her back.

"Cupcake, you don't need to go out of your way to make me feel good." Vi pressed her mouth against Caitlyn's inner thigh, exploring the expanse of her flesh. "In fact, why don't you let me make you feel good, hm?"

Caitlyn sneezed again, violently. Vi pulled back in surprise, her half-lidded gaze widening impossibly. She mashed her lips together to suppress the chortle threatening to escape her chest.

"On second thought, maybe 'good' can wait," Vi cooed, tucking a still-damp strand of hair behind Caitlyn's ear. "Let's just focus on feeling fine, for now."

Caitlyn loved to watch Vi pant.

"You're so..." Vi trailed off with a groan, jerking her hips into Caitlyn's palm.

"So what?" Caitlyn repeated teasingly, withdrawing her fingers to the first knuckle before sinking them back in with a force that made Vi's walls quiver around her fingers.

Vi dropped her head back against the redbrick wall, chest heaving against the confines of gauze wrapped around her sternum. A bead of sweat trickled down Vi's collarbone and Caitlyn leaned in to lick it up.

"Good! Good... you're so good t'me. So fucking... the best," Vi babbled endlessly, chanting her praises into the humid night air.

The proclamation slowed down Caitlyn's speed a little. She had to pause to admire the slope of Vi's nose, the roundness of her cheeks, the wide, hazy dilation of her pupils. In the background, a heavy bass thrummed, vibrating the wall Caitlyn had cornered Vi against. Bright neon lights flashed under the doorway of the employees exist they had used to sneak out, offering just enough visibility for Caitlyn to disassemble Vi.

Clearly, the stall was not appreciated. Vi frantically tugged at Caitlyn's waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. "Don't stop."

Caitlyn pressed Vi further into the bricks, using the weight of her body as leverage to drive into that familiar wet heat with a reignited passion. Their lips clashed together, neither one willing to let the other pull away for too long.

Just when Caitlyn's hand had started to cramp, Vi twitched and shivered uncontrollably, losing herself to the waves of a well-earned orgasm. Caitlyn gently extracted her fingers once Vi went loose under her, licking up what she could off the digits before reaching into her bag for a pack of tissues.

Vi snorted, blinking the tears out of her eyes. "Have I ever told you how much I love you, cupcake?"

Caitlyn preened a little on the inside, discarding one napkin away for a second, this time to wipe the shimmery eye shadow and ruined mascara from Vi's face. She shrugged innocently.

The notion outraged Vi. She spun them around, splaying one palm on Caitlyn's back to ensure that the collision into the wall was as soft as possible.

"Oh my—Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Stop hyperventilating"

"Stop—That's fucking easy for you to say! Whose going to clean this place? I have customers coming in the morning!"

Vi waved her hands around her bakery. The butter yellow walls were embedded with bullet holes. Her frames, featuring pictures she had taken herself of all the places that had inspired her, were shattered. Quite a bit of furniture was upturned as well, and some of her chairs had been broken.

That was not to mention the half a dozen grown men knocked out on the floor, dirtying it up with their blood.

Annoyingly, Vi was reminded of Powder's warnings about getting involved with the heir of the Kiramman Family.

Caitlyn sighed as if the fight moments earlier had been a mere inconvenience, turning her gun's safety back on. "Do you have some rope?"

"Rope?" Vi parroted uselessly.

"Well, we should tie them up. What if they wake up and try to harm one of us?"

"Oh yeah, rope. Silly me, of course it must be upstairs in my kidnapping kit."

"Sounds like it'd come in handy right about now," Caitlyn snarked back, stepping over the leg of one of the goons so she could reach Vi. "Technically they attempted to kidnap us first."

Vi was never very good at ignoring her girlfriend, especially when Caitlyn made sense. Even more when Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi's waist, rubbing soothing circles into Vi's flesh. The security of the embrace, knowing that they were both safe took some of the fight out of her.

"I guess I have my jump ropes. Do those work?"

Caitlyn perked up, and Vi set about climbing the stairs to her little flat above the bakery. She took a moment to thank God that old Mrs. Levinson had agreed to sell her the whole establishment all those months ago, instead of letting the bakery and continuing to live upstairs. Vi couldn't imagine being responsible for an old lady dying by cardiac arrest.

When she returned Vi found that Caitlyn had taken off her coat, revealing the white button up she had worn for their date night, complete with—And Vi almost choked on her own drool when she noticed—suspenders. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to act normal.

"Oh, thank you, darling." Caitlyn kissed her cheek as she undid her cuffs to roll up the sleeves. Vi nearly fainted and saw heaven. Caitlyn didn't seem to notice, going about business as usual, her arms flexing against the fabric.

Vi, in an attempt to look busy, grabbed a broom to at least sweep the glass out of the way. She happened upon the bouquet Caitlyn had brought her, a gorgeous set of wildflowers, now torn and mangled.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

Vi froze, broom in hand. "Cleaning up."

Caitlyn effortlessly rose to her full height.

"Someone else will do that." The broom was gently eased out of Vi's white-knuckled grip and discarded. "I believe we have more important matters. Like date night."

"I think date night might be cancelled, cupcake," Vi said, already melting.

"Never." The word was half snarled, half moaned as Caitlyn ran her hands down Vi's body, kneading, and groping at her curves.

"Do you understand," Caitlyn began, "how bloody sexy you looked taking down those men with me. Took everything I had not to get distracted."

"You're—ahh—not so bad yourself, cupcake." Vi was definitely going to have hickeys tomorrow.

One of the goons groaned before going quiet again. Caitlyn wasn't deterred, pushing Vi against a counter before Vi took matters into her own hands and pulled herself up.

"What if they wake up?" Vi was whispering now, her face turning redder as she watched Caitlyn undo the buckle of her distressed jeans.

Caitlyn was so beautiful.

Vi had often observed her girlfriend when she was busy. Off the top of her head there were a few specific moments that emphasised just how gorgeous Caitlyn actually was.

There were the times when Caitlyn ate something from her childhood and her face scrunched up as if she was trying not to cry, and her nose would wrinkle adorably.

Sometimes, when reading a particularly engrossing murder mystery, Caitlyn would figure out who the murder was before the book revealed it. She would slam the book down with a triumphant, smug smile and gloat for the rest of the day.

One of the more seductive moments, for Vi at least, was when Caitlyn was preparing to shoot her rifle. Her face would go perfectly still, eye narrowed and focused. In that stillness, Vi would admire the sharp lines, peppered with the slight softness of Caitlyn's steady exhales.

But Vi's favourite moment to catch Caitlyn in was maybe when her girlfriend was completely buried in an intriguing case. This one in particular, something about a cleverly planned heist in a Piltovan museum.

Caitlyn was pacing around a large evidence board, covered from top to bottom in paper documents, photos, and red twine wound around thumbtacks. Vi had been dutifully listening to her girlfriend rant for the past 30 minutes, but she had reached a point where the sheer handsomeness of Caitlyn's furrowed face was too striking to ignore.

"Vi? Are not even listening?" Caitlyn had paused, arms crossed as she glared down at Vi.

Vi gave her a badly-timed grin. "Maybe?" She hoped the cuteness of the answer would save her some grief.

Caitlyn tapped her foot, bottom lip sticking out.

"I'm sorry, Cait." Vi stumbled to her feet immediately, reaching out to cup Caitlyn's face. Guilt overwhelmed her. "But you've been working yourself so hard. I think you need a break."

"You do?"

Vi nodded in confirmation.

Caitlyn sighed, forcefully rolling her shoulders. "I suppose a warm bath sounds nice."

"Oh yeah, sounds awesome." Vi felt her heartbeat pick up in excitement. Caitlyn started walking away.

"Very well. I suppose I'll go relax. Be a dear and clean up this mess for me, would you?"