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“Wait, so you never learned how to ride a bike? Seriously?” Vi taunts Cat through her screen, the other woman covering half of her face in embarrassment.
“I– no, I just… I was busy–”
“Busy?”
“ I had other hobbies, Violet!” Her exasperated voice is dotted with breathy laughter, Vi’s amusement growing as she pushes further.
“Like what, Cat?”
“I took… fencing classes…”
“ Fencing–”
“ Don’t laugh!” Cat cuts her off before she can finish, and they laugh, and laugh, and Vi feels the entire mass of the sun swirling at the base of her throat. They’ve been on call for almost an hour now, not nearly as naked as usual. Vi leans comfortably on a pillow, a white undershirt and boxers wrapping her frame, and Cat is sitting cross-legged within her sea of plush bedding with each sensitive part of her gilded in deep-green lace. The lingerie had tripped a circuit in Vi when it was first revealed– she had started the call in an unassuming turtleneck, slowly slipping it off when things got a bit heated– but now, it’s almost as if Vi has forgotten what Cat is wearing completely, her eyes solely locked in on trying to catch glimpses of her face.
Here is what Vi knows about Cat: She has a tooth gap. Her hair is black. Her skin is perfectly smooth and unblemished, save for one mole on her stomach. Her laugh sounds like a choir of antique bells, and her shoulders tilt to the left when she’s shy, or embarrassed. Vi considers writing all of this down, maybe on paper, or in a note on her phone, but that would probably be a little… weird. And it’s not like she would forget, anyway. The corner of Cat’s perfect mouth curls up into a smirk, and Vi realizes she’s been staring.
“You’ve been staring.”
“You don’t know that. You can’t see my eyes.” The choir of bells again, and the subtle shaking of angled shoulders. All Vi does is watch every movement, her body a warm, soft pile.
“You–” Cat starts, her lips pursing shut not to stop, but to think; her head moves as if to look around, then shakes away the thought and gives a small laugh.
“What?” A grin starts to spread on Vi’s face. “I what?”
“Nothing, it’s– it’s silly.” Vi leans forward, silently egging her on. Cat fidgets for a moment, then speaks again. “I just… I keep thinking that you’re beautiful. Like, more… more beautiful than anyone I can think of. It’s strange, right? I haven’t… I haven’t seen your face, even– I… I just keep thinking it. Sorry.” Her head turns away from the screen, her lips twitching as she artlessly chuckles at herself and looks everywhere but at Vi. Vi feels like she’s licking a battery.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Cat.” Cat immediately scoffs at Vi’s response, flushing a visible deep pinkish red when she looks to see Vi unmoving, steady in her words.
“You haven’t seen me, Violet.”
“I told you, I just know. Trust me.” Cat laughs again, her brassy laugh bubbling over onto Vi’s keyboard.
“Alright. I trust you.”
Going to work has become considerably less hard for Vi since Viktor managed to hire a girl who is, for all intents and purposes, the spitting image of Cat.
The hours seem to fly by for her, not quite proud, yet not quite ashamed at how much she stares at this new girl. Taller than her, but slender, like a black cat, or a snake. Her figure is so perfect that it’s almost vulgar, even in plain black work clothes and that green apron that clashes with her blue hair– something she repeatedly laments about each time she catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror or a window.
“I thought you had black ones, no?”
Caitlyn. Vi forgets her last name. She would be so… God, the thoughts that Vi would have about her … if only she weren’t so insufferable.
Sometimes, for a series of half-seconds, Vi will entertain the thought that maybe, by some insane grace of the universe, Cait and Cat are the same person. But, with every shift, this thought slips farther and farther away from her. The woman that she feels that strongly about, the woman that makes her entire body soft– No way in hell it could be her.
Cait gracelessly sweeps the floor as she talks, her hands unsure as a newborn calf as she grips the handle of the broom. Vi follows after her with a mop, pausing awkwardly every few moments to make up for Cait’s painfully slow pace.
“Those are for supervisors. We only get green, then red for the holidays. You just missed that one” Cait pouts, pulling a chuckle from Vi.
“Does anyone look good in this shade of green? It just looks awful , really. I see why you put your hair up in that hat. Maybe I should, too. You know, I just think it’s odd that–”
“You sure talk a lot, huh?” Cait stops in her tracks, one hand around the broom as the other flies to her hip, her weight falling to its side.
“Excuse me?” Vi wordlessly looks at Cait, then snaps her gaze to the broom in her hand, jerking her head toward the floor. Cait scoffs, returning to her sweeping as she continues. “I didn’t realize this was a silent activity.”
“I didn’t realize it was a leisurely one, either, but someone’s taking her time.”
“How much are you paying me, Vi?”
“Way too much, obviously.” Cait huffs, and Vi rolls her eyes before continuing her work, a smirk just threatening to tug at the corner of her mouth.
“Ever cleaned a toilet before?” Cait scoffs, a superior grin on her face.
“No.”
“Well, looks like I’m about to pop your cherry.”
“That’s disgusting, Vi.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Inappropriate.”
“Mhm. So you’re probably gonna wanna put gloves on.” Vi holds up two spray bottles, one clear and one opaque yellow. “One on the left is bleach, right’s just soap and water. You gotta spray the bleach on everything first and just let it sit for a while.” Vi moves to demonstrate, kneeling and lifting the seat of the toilet, before her body is shocked at a sudden, loud exclamation from Cait.
“ You’re getting that close to it?!”
Vi’s brain can’t discern whether it wants to burst out laughing, or grab Cait’s neck and squeeze. She does neither, staring with a dumbfounded look on her face.
“That’s… How can you stomach that? Is this kind of… filth… normal to you people?” A flush immediately spreads through Vi’s face, the corners of her mouth shooting downward.
“ ‘You people’? The fuck is that supposed to mean? Poor?” Cait steps back as Vi stands and approaches her, Cait’s eyebrows furrowing in defense. She pushes out a scoff.
“I— I obviously didn’t mean it like—“
“You know how fucking awful it is to work with someone like you? God, you just… you think you’re so much better than me. Than everyone.”
“That’s not true.”
“Don’t act stupid.” Vi’s voice isn’t raised, volume-wise, but it’s somehow… resonant. It rings throughout the room enough to make a small echo, and shuts Cait up satisfyingly quickly. They’re close now, Vi’s eyes like smoldering rocks that singe the delicate skin of Cait’s face. “You know it is. You know it’s true. And everyone else sees it, too.” After a moment, Vi steps back, peeling the black nitrile off of her hands and tossing it into the garbage. “Clean the damn toilet yourself. You can google it. You know, you’d be so fucking perfect if you just stopped talking.”
“Perfect?” Cait’s voice carries an unexpected tone, and, realizing what she just said, Vi snaps her gaze onto the other woman, who’s now leaning smugly against the wall with her arms loosely tangled below her chest. “Why don’t you tell me a bit more on that, Supervisor? ”
“Like hell.” Cait shrugs.
“Or I could tell everyone you were hitting on me just now. I suppose I wouldn’t mind.” Vi scoffs in disbelief, her tongue rolling against the insides of her lips.
“You fucking serious? You think I was hitting on you?”
“Well, what would you call it?”
“I’d call it telling you how annoying you are, personally.”
“That I’m perfect.” Cait’s face is strongly unreadable, but the smallest suggestion of a flush warms the high points of her cheeks. Vi forces herself to look away, anger still pulsing in her stomach in a new way she’d have trouble describing. She starts out the door, her nails pressing into her palms hard enough to bruise. “You would be perfect,” Cait says, halting Vi mid-step. “If you swore less, and took that blasted hat off.”
“My fucking hat??” Vi laughs in Cait’s face, approaching her once again as the door swings shut behind her.
“What’s perfect about me, Vi?” Cait’s regal grin is unmoving, though Vi thinks she imagines the woman’s breath slightly quickening, filling.
“Not the part that begs for praise, definitely. You always this shameless, princess?” That seemed to hit a nerve somehow, Cait’s eyebrow twitching as she immediately opens her mouth to protest.
“ Shameless? You’re the shameless one, saying things like that to your coworker– You could get fired for something like that–”
“You gonna tell on me?” Vi’s voice comes out husky and low, a genuine challenge lacing each word. Vi won’t admit it, but she is unbelievably horny right now, the guiltiness of her actions’ questionable nature only intensifying it. A hot, heavy thumping beats angrily in her chest, her stomach, down each of her limbs, and there are so many things she wants to do that her head is having a hard time picking one. Her body betraying her, her brain following closely behind. “You’ve got a porn star’s body, for one.”
“Vulgar.”
“Yeah.” Vi’s eyes scan her up and down. She’s used to this, this cat and mouse. This wolf and rabbit. “Your eyes. And that…” Vi’s hand makes contact at Cait’s sternum, earning a startled whimper from her that trails off into a wobbly hum as Vi’s hand slides up her neck, lingering at the base of her throat and just barely tightening her fingers, feeling Cait gulp against her palm. She travels up until her fingers rest below the other woman’s lips, her first two fingers brushing against the bottom one. The softness underneath her touch makes Vi shiver, and she sucks in a sharp breath to regain her composure. “That pretty little mouth. If only you knew how to shut the fuck up.” Cait, though her face is twisted and scrunched in feigned anger, is heavily flushed now, hot breaths tumbling loosely out of her open mouth.
“And what if I don’t want to?” Her voice comes out unlike she’s ever heard from her, breathy and raw. Vi’s body reacts on its own, a pulse between her legs that feels almost reflexive. “What if I won’t?”
The corners of Vi’s mouth nearly stretch off the sides of her face. “You want me to make you?”
“I didn’t say that.” Vi eradicates any space of silence following Cait’s words by slamming her lips into Cait’s, the chaste first stage of the pressing of lips only happening once, twice, before Cait’s tongue slips lightly between Vi’s lips. Vi responds by shoving her own tongue into Cait, pushing and licking with force that renders the other woman’s mouth a pliable, mushy mess. Every few seconds Cait breaks the kiss, her lips red and slicked wet, and puffs out some half-hearted protest, maybe a way to maintain some sort of dignity.
“This is so… You’re so–” Huffing, light whimpers. Vi’s head spins on each word, each sound. “Inappropriate. D-Disgusting. Filthy.” Vi’s hands scramble fervently along each edge and curve of Cait’s form, occasionally taking handfuls of soft flesh from her chest or ass. Cait’s hands are more tense, desperately grabbing and squeezing at Vi’s shoulders, and down the solid lengths of her arms. Vi slowly trails her kisses to the side, marking along her jaw and stopping at her ear, biting lightly before almost-whispering;
“You’re right. You are pretty filthy, huh?” Cait, of course, begins to object, as Vi starts kissing and licking at the smooth bend of her neck.
“I-I wasn't– I obviously meant y- you– fuck…”
“Got you to swear.”
“Shut up.” Vi’s hands slow, resting on the tops of each side of Cait’s hips.
“What was that?” Cait drives words between scalding huffs and low growls.
“Shut the… Shut the fuck up, Vi– V- VI!!!” Cait nearly screams the other woman’s name as she lifts her knee up between Cait’s legs, pushing down on her hips to intensify the pressure. Slightly startled by the sudden cry, Vi looks up at Cait.
“You alright?” Cait doesn’t answer; She knocks the back of her head against the wall, mouth open and gasping between gulps. Just when Vi feels worry creeping through the back of her head, she feels movement. As if she has no control over them, Cait’s hips twitch over Vi’s thigh, rolling and bucking in small movements as an involuntary bid for friction. Vi is completely reeling now, her head floating ten feet above her, her body a stack of lava rocks. God, she loves fucking pretty women, she loves it so much. She would give up food for it, water, sleep. She’s certain she could sustain herself only on the needy grinding of lush hips, whining, moaning, screaming. She feels dizzy.
Cait must notice Vi faltering, movements growing sloppy and jittery as Vi’s own body is flushed from head to toe, because her hands begin to move again, with intention. They had been grasping at air and covering her mouth for a bit now, frantically waving and erratically jerking as if they couldn’t decide where to settle. But their path is smoother now, one hand traveling down the front of Vi’s torso, the other snaking up the back of her neck. Vi shakes at the feeling of her sharp, yet soft fingertips, dragging her eyes up to meet Cait’s. Before either of them need to say anything, in one fluid movement, Cait drops her hand below Vi’s waistband, the other reaching beneath her beanie and tugging a strong fistful of hair. Vi’s jaw flies open as her head is yanked back, a choked cry jumping out of her throat. Cait teases, sliding her hands lightly along the surface of Vi’s boxers, tightening her fist with every heavy breath. Vi feels Cait’s long, silky strands of hair brushing against her skin as Cait kisses her neck softly, her pillowy lips parted just enough to let her velvety tongue slip through. It’s heaven, the soft feathering against her shoulder, the warm, slick sliding sensation against her neck. The dainty, determined hand in her pants. It feels like a million small flames spinning around each other, bouncing on the inside surface of her skin. And though the woman is barely putting any pressure at all, Vi begins to feel a familiar swirling in the base of her stomach.
God, she’s barely even doing anything, am I seriously about to fucking come from this?
She feels a deeper red spread across her face in humiliation, avoiding eye contact with Cait at all costs. She could ask her to stop. She could make her stop…
But it feels so good. Fuck, it feels so good. It feels so—
It comes before she even expects it, a shooting vibration that coats every inch of her body. She tries her best to hide it, clamping her mouth shut and restricting her movements, but there’s only so much she can do. Her body jerks involuntarily, a loud groan banging at the flimsy gate of her weakly gritted teeth. The tension in her body releases with a rough sigh, followed by fast, short breaths through a slackened jaw. Cait stares at her for a moment, before her mouth spreads out into a toothy grin.
“Did you…?” Cait asks, cautiously, smug as all hell. Vi clamors through gasps and swallows.
“Don’t…Don’t flatter yourself.” Cait’s wide grin turns into a half-smirk, her left eyebrow tentatively furrowing.
“Alright.”
Vi’s apartment door clicks loudly shut, a dumbfounded look on her face that hasn’t left her the entire remainder of the night. Of all the things she’s done to steal company time…
The fuck is wrong with you? It’s entirely unfamiliar for her to give in so easily. To let someone see her like that, unraveled and pathetic. What about this coworker made it so impossible to harden? It couldn’t be trust, surely.
Maybe it was something else. Maybe something deep within her did trust her, for some insane, inscrutable reason. Maybe she just reminds her too much of Cat.
Cat. God, what she’d give to do all of that with Cat. To feel that black hair slide along the skin of her collarbone, to hear those sighs and moans, full bodied and gliding across her ear instead of through a tinny laptop speaker. She could get just as worked up all over again thinking about it, her head already starting to spin.
Violet Leather: Hey, Cat. Thinking about you
Violet Leather: I’d give anything to fuck you in person. I hope you know that
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Violet Leather: Let’s call again soon.