#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.

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?"

Caitlyn woke up to the sound of water rushing. She groaned, burying her worn body deeper into the mattress, her limbs protesting each movement. Sunlight filtered through the sandy curtains, lighting up the rented room in softened rays.

Last night had been incredibly gratifying. Caitlyn ran her fingers across the hickeys on her collarbone, barely able to control the silly smile on her face at the memory.

"Vi," she had gasped, her nails digging into the elusive thief's upper arm, finally in Caitlyn's grasp, if only for a brief, stolen moment in between their real lives.

"Mm, you always taste so sweet. Like a cupcake." Caitlyn wanted to smack that knowing smirk off Vi's face, but then her lover went back to nipping at her neck. A familiar burst of raw heat exploded in the pit of her stomach, and she figured the banter could wait for later.

Gentle, lilting notes travelled from the ensuite, just barely audible over the shower. Caitlyn finally slid out of bed, ignoring the slightly concerning cricks in her joints—the joys of hitting your early thirties.

She was assaulted by a cloud of steam when she entered the bathroom, the mirror fogged up save for an adorable heart in the corner.

"Cait?" Vi asked, sticking her head out of the cubicle. Caitlyn's heart stopped in her chest as the sight of Vi, naked and wet, dripping strands of pink hair plastered to her face.

Caitlyn wordlessly shed her boyshorts, kicking them to the side before joining Vi under the spray. "I heard singing."

Vi turned a delightful shade of red, her hands instinctively resting on Caitlyn's waist. "Old lullaby from my childhood," she admitted with a casual shrug. "Don't remember who sang it to me, though."

Caitlyn's palm slid against Vi's cheek, forcing her lover to look up at her. Vi's hand came up to wrap around Caitlyn's wrist, her fingers tracing the calluses Caitlyn had earned from years of firing her rifle.

Caitlyn ran her thumb over the tattooed name, slowly and reverently. Unable to resist the urge, she kissed Vi's scarred eyebrow, tracing a path from Vi's temple to her jaw, all the way down to her collarbone.

"What, I didn't satisfy you last night, Sheriff? Still got another round left in you?" Vi teased cheekily, her face scrunching up with faux discernment. Caitlyn smirked against Vi's skin, practically able to feel the vibrations from her hitched breath.

"Just repaying you for all your efforts, Violet," Caitlyn purred, her gaze sharpening at Vi's melting facade. All she needed was a little push.

Vi gasped when she felt Caitlyn's thigh firmly press against her core, a fresh wave of arousal already drooling from her slit. She dropped her head back against the tile, reflexively rolling her hips in search of friction.