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Itʼs The First Time
They say first times were always memorable. No matter what it was or how it went. Whether it was riding a bike, learning an instrument, firing a gun, or having your first kiss. All of it was different, yet the level of impact always was on the same level.
The first time Caitlyn brought Vi up at topside and showed her the home she resided in, the meeting with her parents weren't exactly the most ideal. While they both had many things to point out and criticize about Vi, mainly her mother, Vi herself had a few comments about their way of living and how they seemed to have taken a handful of things for granted. Including their daughter, apparently.
The following first time was when Caitlyn finally managed to convince Vi to be part of the Enforcers. She had a long, immensely detailed speech prepared in order to convince Vi that despite the Wardens and Enforcers being 'assholes', she could definitely help her improve the standards in the force and that they'd be able to root out the corrupt together.
Then again, what Caitlyn had learned from all the times she spent with Vi was that the latter was always full of surprises. The moment she asked Vi if she was interested in ultimately accepting her invitation to the force, the pinkette merely leaned against the nearest wall, crossed her arms and asked, "As long as I'm with you, I'm in."
That was the first time Caitlyn truly felt like her heart would stop. Vi had so casually uttered her condition, clearly not something she should've made a big deal out of. But, her heart seemed to have a complete mind of its own. Seemed to take that line with something more than just a simple agreement.
Caitlyn was always used to being calm and composed. Itʼs what she was taught to be, especially with all the formal parties her parents had mostly forced her to attend with them. Even under the most critical eye in Piltover, Caitlyn never backed down or stuttered in the slightest bit.
When Vi cornered her against the wall at the brothel down at Zaun though, Caitlynʼs logical vocabulary was stolen by the small distance between them, the low, husky voice that sounded as smooth as velvet and the goddamn gleam in the rebelʼs diamond blue eyes.
It's as if she was brought back to that moment when she found herself cornered once more against a wall by none other than Vi, whose eyes held the same look as she leaned close and spoke in that throaty manner that honestly made Caitlyn much weaker than she was willing to admit.
"Well, well, well, cupcake... Is it safe to say our first case is now officially closed?"
Paperwork of said case in hand, Caitlyn promptly cleared her throat, flicked her gaze left and right to make sure no officer of the force had trailed after them on their way to her relatively new office.
"Yes, I suppose it is." Caitlyn replied, mentally giving herself a satisfactory nod at her success in not stumbling verbally.
"What do you say we get a couple of celebratory drinks, then? Just you and me?"
"Drinks. Celebratory. Yes, I, I agree. That most definitely is a good way to celebrate."
"At your house?"
Caitlynʼs eyes widened. "What? My house? Are you mad?"
Vi raised an eyebrow, lips curved into an amused smile. "What, big girl like you don't want mommy to find out you brought the bad girl back home?"
Scoffing at the light yet mocking tone, Caitlyn tucked away some of her stray hair away from her face. Once she realized how timid and flushed she looked, which received her a much wider smile of entertainment, Caitlyn straightened up and tried inching forward to somehow force Vi to retreat back.
Unfortunately, the Zaunite didn't move an inch, bringing them both much closer together thanks to Caitlynʼs failed attempt of asserting any sort of dominance whatsoever. Nonetheless, the Kiramman lived up to her name and didn't back down so easily. She stood her ground and defended herself with a look as serious as she could present with Vi being so close before her.
"Must you phrase it like that? Also, I am a grown woman, Vi. I don't need permission to bring a guest home. Yours or my parentsʼ."
Viʼs amused smile turned lighter and more casual, giving Caitlynʼs cheek a few light taps of commendation. "Great, then. I'll just go and check on Powder back home and, well, I'll see you at your place."
Caitlyn only then realized the wall was mostly supporting her weight and that she was clutching the unfinished paperwork against her chest as tight as if it was her lifeline. She was unable to stop herself from evidently sighing at the reprieve when Vi pulled back and ended up chuckling at her reaction.
"See you tonight, cupcake."
What Caitlyn forgot to mention to Vi was that her parents wouldn't be home until tomorrow due to business she cared far too less to completely remember. With her mother and father elsewhere, this meant she and Vi would have their celebratory drinks all by themselves and with no concerns in interruption whatsoever.
The moment Vi left the station, it didn't take long for Caitlyn to blaze through the papers she needed to handle. With no precise time when Vi would be arriving at her family abode, Caitlyn felt a bit pressured in making sure everything was going to go well.
People would think she'd be more experienced in dealing with guests and socializing so naturally with others, but as her parents and a handful knew, she wasn't as much of a socialite as some assumed she was.
Once she left the station and rushed to her house, Caitlyn made more than a mere hundred of an effort to jump into the shower and rinse herself clean from all the dirt and remnants of smoke that may have stuck to her from their relatively eventful chase with a group of criminals earlier.
Feeling cleaner than a whistle, Caitlyn had thrown on her purple sleepwear set while she browsed through her collection of clothing to see what would fit the occasion the most.
Only when Caitlyn perceived that she was considering the more risqué options of her wardrobe did she find herself shaking her head and looking at the two provocative nightgowns she had in hand with disbelief.
"Caitlyn, what are you doing?" The Kiramman questioned herself with an incredulous tone, a perplexed look on her face. "Am I seriously thinking about dressing up for... For her of all people?"
Behind her, one of the two doors of her bedroom was slowly pushed open and a familiar-looking brawler stepped inside, greeting dying down, eyebrows raising up and cut lip shaping into an amused grin.
Leaning back, Vi crossed her arms and silently watched Caitlyn pace back and forth at the foot of her bed, which was filled with various pieces of sleepwear ranging from a silly set of gears and cogwheel-printed pajamas to a lacey nightgown that had Vi rubbing her chin in amusement.
After checking up and dropping off some food for tonight for Powder, who was pretty much giving their new home a makeover with her colorful spray paintings, Vi made her way to the new Sheriffʼs Estate with a backpack containing the finest rum she may or may not have bought from an illicit trader at the fissures.
The gate was locked and yes, it may have been quite tall, but it was certainly no match to the structures Vi had scaled ever since she was young. Not bothering on ringing the doorbell, she climbed over the steel border and walked up to the stairway.
The only light on was the one in the living room and Caitlynʼs bedroom and when Vi checked the former from outside, she figured the sniper was up in her abode judging from the lack of her presence in the main area.
Rather than knocking on the door like any sane person would do, Vi chuckled to herself as she climbed the walls and entered the mansion through an open balcony, which apparently led her to the bedroom of Caitlynʼs parents. With absolute care, Vi tip-toed across the room and stepped out in the hall, where she then led herself towards Caitlynʼs quarters.
For the third time, Vi chose to forget about knocking and decided to just open the door and make her entry, only for her to find the youngest Kiramman in the middle of contemplating on what to wear for their evening celebration.
Despite the sight of Caitlyn clad in purple capri pajama pants and a matching modest thin-strap chemise, it certainly didn't decrease her appeal in any other way. In fact, Viʼs interest seemed to grow even more.
At one point, Vi pretty much expected Caitlyn to be the type to wear fancy, expensive sleepwear probably every night. Granted, these garments were probably ten times more expensive than Viʼs pair of worn-out boots, it still didn't hide the fact that simplicity clearly suited the young Sheriff.
Of course Vi wouldn't mind seeing Caitlyn try on one of the racy nightwears on the bed. Opportunities were meant to be taken, after all.
"I mean," Vi started, causing Caitlyn to jump in surprise and whirl around with an evidently shocked expression on her face. The Zaunite didn't pay it no mind and settled on just continuing with, "I wouldn't mind if you're gonna dress up for me. Not that you need to, of course."
Caitlyn, with a face completely red, questioned back, "How'd you even get inside my home?"
"Scaled the gate and the walls." Vi nonchalantly replied, shoving her thumb over her shoulder and to the direction where the master bedroom could be found. "Your parents left their balcony doors open. Probably not a safe thing to do with possible thieves lurking in the night."
"Do you ever knock?" Caitlyn continued to ask, putting on an exasperated look as she completely forgot about her evening clothes scattered on the bed.
"No, I don't. But hey, I'm not really a thief. Not anymore, at least. In fact," Vi took off the sling of her pack and withdrew the bottle she brought for them to drink. "I came bearing a gift. Or in this case, a drink."
"Drink, right." Caitlyn cleared her throat and started going around the room, collecting the rest of her clothes and storing them back into its rightful places.
"You alright there, cupcake?"
"Of course. Never better, like they always say."
Huffing, Vi seemed to have had enough of the other woman's excuses. She wasn't really known for her patience, nor her tactfulness. Always straight to the point, always getting answers first. The situation between her and Caitlyn was certainly not different. Itʼs been like this ever since they met, and though she found it adorable at first, she was starting to question why now.
"Okay, what gives, huh? Why are you so awkward with me?" Vi deposited the bottle back in the bag, which she then left on top of a footrest before she trailed after Caitlyn. The latter's pace seemed to become faster when she realized the pinkette was following her.
"Awkward? Me? To you? Oh no, no. You must've misunderstood."
"Oh, have I?"
"Yes, you have. In-" Caitlyn had just deposited a hastily-folded stack in one of the shelves in her walk-in closet when she spun around to return to the bedroom, only to come face to face with Vi. "-deed."
"Why don't you look me in the eyes right now," As if they were back at the brothel in Zaun, Vi spoke in that hushed, husky murmur that made Caitlynʼs heart roar one thunderous beat after another. "and tell me what's bothering you, hmm?"
It really did felt like they were replicating the aforementioned memory. Even more so when Vi closed in and trapped Caitlyn in between herself and the built-in shelves of clothes behind her, one hand resting beside her head and on the edge of a shelf. The things Vi did to her, let alone just by hearing her speak with that heart-stopping huskiness.
"Um, I..."
Vi leaned closer than ever, right hand coming up to lightly pinch Caitlynʼs chin between her fingers. Her diamond-hued gaze casted low, her smirk widening in the slightest bit when she noticed the way Caitlynʼs lips seemed to tremble with incomplete word she tried saying.
"Is this... the first time you've been so close to someone like this?" Vi asked, tone curious and voice seemingly becoming more of a soft whisper.
"Maybe." Caitlyn managed to utter out, swallowing evidently immediately afterwards.
"What, you haven't had your first kiss yet?"
At the mention of a kiss, Caitlynʼs eyes dropped down to Viʼs lips, her gaze lingering on the cut upper lip before they traced the shape of it with an emotion that almost made her gulp again.
"...No." Caitlyn raised her gaze, looking somewhat assuredly at the Zaunite. "Have you?"
Vi stared for a few seconds before she shook her head. "Whatʼs there to kiss in prison? Probably the floor whenever they beat me up."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Now that question seemed to quirk an amused gleam in Viʼs eyes. "It's a no, cupcake."
"I see. Of course. It wouldn't make sense if it...-"
"Do you want it?"
Caitlyn, whose gaze had been wandering to the side in the midst of her response, snapped her full attention back to Vi, only to find the brawler looking at her with a tender look that held a level of softness and emotion that made her legs go terribly weak.
"Want what?"
"My first kiss?"
If it wouldn't have been so pathetic of her, Caitlynʼs mouth would have fallen open at the offer. She gazed into Viʼs eyes, waiting to see if there were any signs that would tell if this was some sort of joke the pinkette was attempting to pull.
What she got was the most vulnerable yet beguiling diamond blue gaze that stared back at her as if she a sight to behold in a world full of wonders. With how loud her heart was thumping in her ears, she wouldn't be surprised if Vi could hear every resounding beat.
"Wouldn't that mean... you'd be my first kiss as well?"
Vi smiled. It wasn't playful, nor teasing, but it was surely sincere and delicate. "I'd say that's a fair trade, don't you?"
"Why me? Of all people you could kiss, why me?"
"Same reason why you're not pushing me away."
"And that reason is?"
Vi inched closer and Caitlyn could practically already feel her lips against hers, despite the existing inch left in between them as the former whispered, "I trust you."
One trembling breath and a grip on her red jacket was all Vi needed to vanquish the remaining distance. She closed in, capturing Caitlynʼs lips with her own. They felt softer against her relatively dry and split lip. Warmer. Fuller.
Viʼs hand moved from holding Caitlyn by her chin to cupping her by the cheek. The kiss was chaste at first, but as Vi pressed further against Caitlyn, she felt the Kirammanʼs hand finally move from her sides and wrap around her, gripping at the back of her jacket. The whole gesture was on the edge of evolving into something more, but when Caitlynʼs lips parted and the bruiserʼs name was whispered...
"Vi..."
...she was gifted a moment's worth of reprieve.
Vi gave Caitlyn a few seconds to take a breath, faces hovering across one another, cheeks flushed pink under the bright light at the ceiling of the closet. "Am I crossing a line here or...-"
One of Caitlynʼs hands suddenly moved and clutched at the front of her shirt, keeping her from pulling back. Her response came out in a breathless Whisper, pupils blown wide with desire. "No. No, just... Kiss me again."
"Again?"
"Please."
Vi didn't ask for any further confirmation. She closed back in, wrapping an arm around Caitlynʼs waist, while her other hand gripped at the shelf. The demure kiss between their lips only lasted for so long before Vi took initiative and let her tongue come out and lick at Caitlynʼs lower lip.
The Sheriff gasped, but before Vi could ask anything again, Caitlyn wrapped her arms around the pinketteʼs neck and reeled her back in with profound excitement. Vi groaned against her the second her tongue slid inside Caitlynʼs mouth and felt a similar wet muscle greet hers.
Another groan from Vi and a moan from Caitlyn, the two became greedier. Their teeth clashed every now and then, a sign of their inexperience towards the passionate act. Mouth seeking one another whenever one or the other would inch back to get a second's worth of air before diving back into the fervent exchange, the two seemed to become more and more insatiable by the minute.
Caitlyn felt like she was quickly becoming high on some unidentifiable yet addictive drug. With every moment she pushed herself against Vi, the more she seemed to drown into the burning sensation the dance between their lips caused.
All of a sudden, the floor disappeared from underneath Caitlynʼs feet, a yelp of surprise escaping her when Vi lifted her up and wrapped her legs around her waist, pinning her against the shelf with not much of an effort.
Instead of resuming their kiss, the two of them gazed at one another, one breath after another leaving their parted lips. Vi was looking at Caitlyn as if she was searching for something. For some sort of sign. A clue. A tell-tale.
Caitlyn placed a hand on Viʼs shoulder, while her right delicately snaked across the side of her neck and up to the shaved part of her head, trimmed nails tentatively scratching at her scalp.
"I think this is where we're supposed to stop." Caitlyn whispered, fingers tracing random patterns around the side and back of Viʼs head.
Viʼs face looked as if she was still seeking for a definite answer, but when her grip around Caitlyn slightly loosened, the sniperʼs heart seemed to jump at the thought of ending the moment in that point.
Without waiting any further, Caitlyn followed up with, "But I don't want to."
"You don't want to stop?" Vi asked in the very same husky murmur that made Caitlyn nearly forget herself.
"Do you?"
A small, almost imperceptible shake of a pink-haired head.
"Then... We don't have to."
The gasp that left Caitlyn was immediate, back slightly arching and head audibly hitting the shelf as she let it fall back and exposed her neck to Vi, who rushed in and latched her lips against her pale, vulnerable neck.
"Oh God..."
Vi trailed her tongue over Caitlynʼs throat, a deep hum seeping through her lips as she occasionally nipped and sucked at the delicate skin. Caitlyn squirmed and whimpered, the hand that was once on Viʼs shoulder now gripping pink strands of hair while her other hand was digging its nails at the back of the pinkette's neck.
"You... seem rather... experienced with this."
"It's just instinct, cupcake." Vi smirked against Caitlynʼs pulse, planting a soft kiss. "You could say that I'm a natural."
"Are you always this pretentious?"
A chuckle. "It's one of my many attractive qualities."
Caitlyn sighed as Vi carefully lowered her back down, hand caressing her cheek as she did. The Zaunite leaned in, humming under her breath as she rested her forehead against the Piltovian.
"To bed?"
Viʼs eyes fluttered open, narrowing with mischief when her gaze met Caitlynʼs. "Well, Miss Kiramman, how forward of you."
"Oh shut up and take me there."
Vi tittered as she scooped Caitlyn back up, carrying her bridal style out of the closet and back in the bedroom, where she gently laid the woman in her arms on smooth, luxurious sheets. Once she followed after, Vi swiftly positioned herself above Caitlyn.
Only to be rolled around until she found her back planted on the mattress and her head on a plush pillow, her eyes briefly raking over the body that mounted her before they were entranced by deep crystal blues.
"Guess that's one way to show initiative." Vi commented with a bit of a teasing smile, reaching up to trace the outline of Caitlynʼs jaw.
"Shh." Caitlyn hushed, intercepting Viʼs hand only to carefully remove the bandages wrapped around it. Underneath her, Viʼs smile slowly faded, expression replaced with a dazed look as she watched the process single-mindedly.
Once her right was unveiled, self-consciousness suddenly nagged at her from the back of her mind. Viʼs fingers twitched in Caitlynʼs hold and when she made a motion in pulling them away, the Kiramman chased after her and grasped them more securely before meeting Viʼs gaze once again.
"Donʼt."
Caitlyn brought Viʼs knuckles up to her lips, the touch of her kiss feeling ever so soft against the calloused skin. Beneath her, Vi watched in some form of mild awe as the woman on top of her gently worshipped her roughened hand as if it was a piece of treasure that deserved to be revered.
When Caitlyn seemed satisfied with all the affection she had given the exposed hand, she moved on to give the other the same treatment. Bandages were stripped, fingers were kissed and caressed, and once all was done, Vi took her hands back and pushed herself up to a seated position.
Strong, seemingly immovable arms wrapped around Caitlynʼs waist, her breath hitching when she was pulled close. Her hands immediately grabbed onto Viʼs broad shoulders, and Caitlyn would be deemed an absolute liar if she said she didn't like what she felt under her palms.
The arms around Caitlyn somewhat loosened when she snaked her hands underneath the red jacket, slowly pushing it off Vi, who maneuvered her shoulders in assistance. Once the clothing was removed and Vi was left with the fitted undershirt, Caitlyn took a moment to trace her fingers around the firm curves of the Zauniteʼs muscular arms.
Vi, whose hands were hiking up Caitlynʼs chemise from the back, smiled at the intense look in the Kirammanʼs eyes, letting her own fingers feel the skin and trace the seemingly delicate spine she found under the soft fabric of the flimsy nightwear. She licked her lips at the shudder she invoked from Caitlyn, relishing the sight of the womanʼs flushed face.
"Like what you see?" Vi asked, leaning in, but not enough for their lips to reconnect. "Because I'm loving what I'm touching."
"L-Likewise."
Vi chuckled, moving in from the side and pressing her lips against Caitlynʼs cheek. "You're so formal, cupcake. Can't I see a little bit of your wild side?"
"I..." Caitlyn groaned as she embraced Vi and brought herself closer to the other, feeling both of the Zauniteʼs hands ghost over her back, the motion further pulling up the chemise.
"Let's take this thing off. It's in the way."
With a feeble nod, Caitlyn allowed herself to be shifted back, providing Vi the opportunity to pull the top from her until she was bare from the upside of her waist. It was her turn to be self-conscious. She stole her hands back and wrapped her arms around herself, eyes wandering to the side and avoiding Viʼs.
Instead of just pulling her self-coverage aside, Vi tilted her head and brushed some off Caitlynʼs hair aside, tucking them behind her ear. She inched in once again, gave Caitlyn a kiss on the tip of her nose before asking, "What're you hiding yourself for?"
"Just... feeling shy, that's all."
Vi smiled, placing both of her hands on Caitlynʼs crossed arms before asking, "This okay?"
Caitlyn pursed her lips and glanced to the sides a couple of times before sighing and nodding, finally letting Vi unwrap her once more. Another shudder ran through her once she was exposed, her eyes timidly peering over to observe Viʼs expression.
What she got in return was a pair of crystal blue eyes gazing back at her with fondness that even an actual goddess would be flattered to receive.
Rather than turning her attention to the presented sight, Vi kept her gaze on Caitlynʼs face, the smile on her lips warm and heart-quickening. Their gazes only breaking once she advanced and trailed kisses over Caitlynʼs collarbone, lips gliding upward until they were pressed against the sniperʼs pulse.
Caitlyn pursed her lips, holding Viʼs head close to her. It was a wordless encouragement. One that further encouraged the pinkette to the point of switching kissing to sucking.
"Vi..."
Vi gave a muffled reply, too busy in leaving a mark on the delicate skin of the Kiramman woman.
"Y-You can't..." Caitlyn weakly protested, the moan falling from her lips being a clear contradiction of the former meek plea. "M-My parents..."
Vi didn't respond immediately. She continued to suck on the skin, retracting completely only when she saw a reddened spot left in her wake. Surely, come morning, it would bruise and anyone who'd see it would know Caitlyn had been with someone.
"Your parents, the Enforcers, everyone you'll meet tomorrow." Vi wore a sly grin as soon as she nuzzled her cheek against Caitlynʼs, breath brushing at the latterʼs ear. "They'll see it. They'll see how you're marked. How I placed my lips on that pretty little neck of yours and sucked, and sucked and sucked until I left this."
Viʼs grin stayed on her face as she pulled back, but only a fleeting moment passed before Caitlyn gave an attempt in conquering her lips with her own.
The curve on the corner of Viʼs lips couldn't be erased, even when she subdued Caitlynʼs tongue with her own and flipped them over until she had the woman pinned on the sheets. A sweet moan escaped Caitlyn as Vi switched their positions, her hands pushed against the bed as their lips fervently acquainted themselves with one another.
"Bloody hell...!" Caitlyn gasped out, throwing her head aside once Vi pushed her hips against her. Reflexively, her legs haphazardly wound around the Zauniteʼs waist, suppressing a groan the moment she felt the hardness of Viʼs abdominal muscles press firmly against her clothed heat.
Calloused hands slowly released her hands and despite being freed, Caitlyn stayed them on the bed and watched with bated breath as Vi ran her fingers over her sides before they groped at the pair of soft flesh bare in the evening.
An ardent moan left Caitlyn, hands gripping at the sheets as Vi descended on her chest and briefly nuzzled her face in between with a purr, mouth moving and latching onto a nipple soon after. The peak hardened in an instant in her mouth, the sensitive tip prodded and licked by an eager tongue before being greedily suckled by the rebel.
"Vi..." Caitlyn whimpered, the quenchless need for satisfaction taking over her. One of her hands couldn't seem to take it. Promptly, the sniperʼs right hand shot towards the back of Viʼs head, gripping pink locks in wanton desperation.
Vi switched to the other nipple, but instead of being gentle with this one, her teeth playfully bit down harder than the light nibbles she gave its twin. The woman pinned under her barely stopped herself from screaming at the sudden surge of pleasure that flooded her body from that one little gesture alone. Vi grinned, tugging at the nipple with her teeth before letting it go and licking back up until they were back to the same face level.
"How're we feeling?"
Cheeks flushed and chest heaving with traces of Viʼs love bites in full display, Caitlyn pulled the other close and reintroduced their lips to one another yet again. Slow, sensual, absolutely venereal. It felt as if they were both melting against each other with how strongly their desire burned inside of them. A whimper fell from Caitlynʼs delicate lips once more as Vi retreated in the slightest bit, teeth teasingly biting and tugging at her lower lip before letting it go with a quiet pop.
"Honest to goodness, I can't believe this happening..." Caitlyn breathed out, stroking the side of Viʼs face. "With you, of all people, too."
Vi tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. "What, did you have golden boy in mind?"
"What? Jayce? No!" Caitlyn scoffed, shaking her head. "He's like a brother to me."
"Mmm," Vi brushed her nose against Caitlynʼs, winking. "good to know."
Keeping her gaze on Caitlyn, Vi leisurely trailed her hand down until her fingertips bumped into the waistband of the Kirammanʼs pants. Crystal blue eyes widened evidently, mouth parting into a silent gasp of realization on what's about to come.
"O-Oh..." Caitlyn tried pushing Vi back, but the Zaunite didn't budge an inch. "Wait, I think I'm wearing the wrong underwear for this...-"
"Does it really matter? It's gonna end up on the floor anyway. Or somewhere around your bed, I don't really care." Vi narrowed her eyes, a mischievous look shining in her own blue eyes. "Do you?"
When Caitlyn did nothing but gulp back in return, Vi ultimately slipped her right hand past and underneath the waistband, her roguish smile turning into a devilish grin when her fingers touched the damp spot on the cotton panties.
"Is this all for me, cupcake?"
Caitlyn groaned, biting her lip and nodding as she gripped Vi by the shoulders and braced herself. She muffled her moan with tightly sealed lips once she started feeling two strong fingers laggardly rubbing against her center.
The sight was everything Vi envisioned and more. Caitlyn trembling, writhing under her. A short bit of pressure was all it took for the woman to let out a sweet symphony in a form of a moan. It made the hunger within the Zaunite grow even more.
"Wonder how sweet you really are." Vi hummed as she stole her hand back, licking at the slight wetness in the pad of her fingers. "Care to give me a little taste of your icing?"
Caitlyn frustratedly huffed, mainly due to the sudden halt of pressure and the teasing quip the brawler was all too smug to give. "You are loving this too much."
Vi leaned in all of a sudden, a grin playing on her lips. "And you aren't?"
To punctuate her point, Vi ran her tongue over one of her fingers before taking two into her mouth, sliding it out with an audible pop. Caitlyn became rigid for a moment, relaxing as she shakily parted her lips and granted a wordless entry for Viʼs saliva-coated fingers.
"You really are a topsider." Vi murmured, sensually running her tongue over her teeth as she watched Caitlyn suck on her fingers as if they were the sweetest candy to be tasted. "So greedy. Always so eager to get what they want."
"Mmrf...!" came Caitlynʼs incomprehensible response, looking away but not at all stopping her lewd motions around Viʼs fingers.
The ex-criminal could only chuckle before she gently withdrew her fingers from Caitlyn, whose attempt to chase after the digits were as clear as day. Vi shook her head and gave Caitlyn a light peck on the lips before crawling backwards and finally grabbing her pajama pants, peeling it down with her underwear as well.
No sooner than later, Caitlyn was completely bare before Vi. Body painted with a thin sheen of perspiration, midnight violet hair sprawled across the soft pillows like beautifully spilled ink, lips slightly swollen from all the biting and intense kissing, Vi made sure to commit the sight into her mind for as long as she was capable of doing so.
"W-Well," Caitlyn cleared her throat as she propped herself up by her elbows. "aren't you going to undress as well?"
Vi quirked an eyebrow. "Is that a request?"
Caitlynʼs gaze flickered to the side in contemplation before their eyes reconnected and she said, "It's an order."
The sharp retort seemed to be satisfactory. "Roger that, Sheriff."
Elfin grin plastered on her face, Vi swiftly went to work in unveiling herself. Every article of clothing was undone with swiftness like no other but was taken off with a pace that could rival a snailʼs natural movement speed.
Caitlyn had taken a pillow in her arms, thumb between her lips as she zeroed her focus on the way Viʼs arms flexed when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her gaze also flicked down and lingered at the sight of Viʼs muscular thighs, which certainly competed with the appeal of her eye-capturing arms.
By the time Vi was as naked as the Kiramman, Caitlyn herself could only stare at the tight, well-built muscles on the brawlerʼs abdomen, gaze glancing at her arms whenever they became taut with the slightest movements.
"God, you'd make even a blind person see with how incredible you look." Caitlyn whispered in awe, clutching her pillow against her much harder than before.
That certain line made Vi chuckle. "I don't think that's possible, but hey, I'm flattered."
Before Vi could move forward and resume where they last left off, Caitlyn discarded the pillow and crawled towards her. Vi had yet to even formulate a quip when she found herself being abruptly tugged and pushed down on the bed, head planted on the same pillow Caitlynʼs head was previously on, eyes wide in mild surprise as she stared back up at the woman on top of her once again.
"Cait...-"
"Stay there." Caitlyn commanded, and though her tone wasn't as strict as she hoped it would be, Vi nodded and relaxed herself on the bed. "I want to try something."
"You're the boss."
It was Viʼs turn to prop herself up by her elbows, biting her lower lip as she allowed Caitlyn to run her fingers over her torso with a darkening look. Vi ducked in a quiet yet sharp breath as the Kiramman circled her nipples with her fingers, toying with the nubs until they were erect against her touch.
Caitlyn proceeded even lower, gritting her teeth when she felt a tad bit overwhelmed at the feeling of Viʼs abs under her touch. They were firm. Hard. Scarred. Oh so perfect.
"Where did you get these?"
"Wardens got pissed after I put them on their asses for the hundredth time. One of them drew a knife at me." Viʼs lips twitched as Caitlyn ran a finger over one of the three scars on her midriff. "Got a few cuts in before I broke their wrist."
"I see."
Just when Vi was expecting Caitlyn to move on to the next set of scars, the Kiramman leaned down and languidly ran her tongue over the healed abrasions. The warm, wet feeling against her skin sent a shiver up Viʼs spine, the tremble reverberating throughout her whole body.
Caitlynʼs hands wandered like a pair of explorers traveling through uncharted territory with a healthy amount of curiosity. They brushed over Viʼs skin as if a rough touch would break the other. Caitlyn gave one last lick and a parting kiss on one of the scars before she felt a few more around Viʼs arms.
"And these...?"
"From the usual fights." Vi puffed out, fists clenching and unclenching at the sheets beneath her. "You could say I have a thing for punching people."
"I noticed."
"Then again," Vi sharply inhaled as Caitlyn began doing the same damn thing she was doing onto her other scars. "if I had known you'd treat them like this, I would have gotten into even more fights than I had."
Vi snickered to herself, ignoring the way Caitlyn dug her nails into one of her arms as a wordless form of scolding. She sighed as the Piltovian glided her tongue over her shoulder before soft lips nipped at her earlobe, teeth occasionally tugging at the the piercings clasped at the shell of her ear.
"Cupcake really does suit you, y'know?"
"Mm-hm, and why's that?" Caitlyn asked, lips ghosting over the gear tattoo on the side of Viʼs neck before her lips latched onto the skin just slightly above the ink.
Vi didn't bother trying to muffle her groan, feeling Caitlyn keenly suck at her neck, likely determined to leave a mark of her own. "Not only do you taste like it, but the way you treat me as if I'm breakable. Itʼs real sweet of you."
Unclasping her lips with a quiet gasp, Caitlyn asked, "Do you not like it?"
"On the contrary, I love it. In case you haven't noticed, Sheriff, I'm a bit..." Vi grabbed one of Caitlynʼs hands and led it between her legs, her left arm shaking as it struggled to hold her weight the second the other woman's fingers passed the patch of hair below and ultimately touched her drenched core. "...too sensitive for my own good."
"Oh." was the only thing Caitlyn could utter, pulling back to look at Vi with a raised eyebrow of her own. She made sure to look Vi in the eyes as she langurously slid her finger in and the way Vi fell completely on the bed, head throwing back and the tendons around her neck becoming visible as she hissed in pleasure. Oh, it was truly a marvelous sight to witness personally.
"Shit, cupcake..." Vi grunted out, hips jerking when Caitlyn gave a little wiggle with her fingers.
"A sight for sore eyes indeed."
Only a scoff was able to leave Vi before she gave a guttural whine when Caitlyn withdrew her fingers and started rubbing at her sex, firmly yet torturously running a digit over her clit every now and then.
"You may always be rough, even to the touch, Vi. But," Caitlyn started retreating, crawling back until she was settled between two thighs that looked like a treat themselves for her to enjoy. "I think taking my time with you will suit your taste well."
Vi took a trembling breath, an unsteady smile appearing on her face. "Is this like one of those first time kind of thing?"
"I think that's up to you in the future."
"Oh, so this isn't a one-time thing?" Vi suddenly had a wide grin on her face, almost looking smug yet goofy with that look on her face. "You just love to see it, right?"
"Oh shush."
"And here I thought you'd never eat anything from the undercity."
Caitlyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes and settled to give one of Viʼs shapely thighs a playful bite, almost smirking as she said, "I suppose you can call yourself fitting for my acquired taste."
"Aww, lucky me."
Any more banter between them died down once Caitlyn spread Viʼs lips open and slowly licked up to her exposed sex. A loud, almost incomprehensible cuss escaped Vi, whose back arched at the feeling of Caitlynʼs tongue prodding at her heat.
Once the sniper felt the other's legs twitch, Caitlyn immediately clasped her hands over them, smearing some of Viʼs wetness from her fingertips to the pinketteʼs inner thighs. Vi groaned and jerked her hips, Caitlynʼs nose poking at the lovebud peeking out from the hood of her heat.
It took a couple more licks until Caitlyn was sure Vi won't squirm away the first chance she would get. She freed hands and while her left slid two fingers inside Viʼs quim, her right pulled the hood back and exposed the sensitive nub begging for attention. With that raw, hungry look in her usually calm and cool eyes, Caitlyn closed in and latched onto Viʼs clit, sucking fervently and rolling it between her teeth.
"Fuck, that feels so good..." Vi shakily gasped out, rubbing a hand over her face as her back arched in reaction.
Those words seemed to fuel Caitlynʼs drive to perform even better. She was just about to try a different move when she abruptly felt a pair of strong, capable hands pull her upward. With a yelp, Caitlyn found herself yanked back to Viʼs eye level, a slightly irked pout on her face when she didn't even get the chance to completely try out what she had in mind.
"I wasn't finished!" Caitlyn, almost petulantly, complained, a displeased look written on her face.
"I wasn't finished earlier, but I let you have your turn."
"But...-"
"Now come over here," Vi said, grabbing Caitlyn by the hips and lifting her further up until she was kneeling on the pillows with thighs spread apart right on top of her bedmateʼs face.
Caitlyn, whose hands had reached out and grabbed onto the frame of the headboard, flushed bright red when she realized their position, feeling torn in between sexual excitement and absolute embarrassment.
"Vi, this position...!"
"Is great, I know." Vi finished differently, licking her lips at the arousing sight literally hovering right above her.
"It's completely mortifying!"
"No, it's not." And with that short yet final rebuttal, Vi tugged Caitlyn down, mashing her face against the young Kirammanʼs soaked sex.
A throaty groan flooded out of Caitlyn, while Vi moaned at the mouthful of honey that trickled onto her tongue. As if the taste of such snapped the coil of control within her, Vi became ravenous and practically devoured everything Caitlyn had to offer.
Caitlyn screamed on top of her, calling out to whichever God she seemed to believe in and voicing out how pleasurable every lick, suck and kiss Vi gave her dripping quim. The twist and steady snap-like motions performed onto her made her mind go blank, filling the space with nothing but unimaginable pleasure she had never felt until now.
Underneath her, Vi ravaged Caitlynʼs womanhood with impressive vigor. The sweetness that touched her tongue and made her taste buds tingle, leaving her hankering for more of the Kiramman.
Eventually, Caitlyn found herself succumbing to the titillating sensation. Gripping the headboard for a form of leverage, she began rocking herself against Viʼs mouth, filling the room with the headboardʼs repetitive collision against the wall and the hopeless moans that continued to pour out of her lips.
A rough, zealous hand groped one of her buttocks, assisting her with her thrusts as seconds soundlessly ticked away. Caitlyn ran one hand through her hair, tilting her head back as her breaths became more and more ragged.
Vines of pleasure were rapidly enveloping Caitlyn, her back beginning to tense and arch completely, while the tingling sensation of ecstasy started flooding through her nerves like some sort of pleasurable toxin.
Toes curling and eyes clenching shut, Caitlynʼs mouth fell open as a scream of sexual delight streamed out. The feeling consumed her whole, the flash of euphoria from her center burning her magnificently.
Vi gasped out and quickly pulled Caitlyn down and onto her lap, holding her close as she buried her lips against her neck. It was a bit of an awkward position, with Caitlynʼs right leg still slung over her shoulder, while the left seemed to curl tightly around her waist.
Regardless of their position, Vi held her tight, and so did Caitlyn to Vi in return.
The Kiramman visibly shook in the Zauniteʼs arms, her orgasm still sending all of her senses into overdrive. It was unlike any other feeling, and she could feel her cunt clench around nothing, yet feeling the curve of the hard set of muscles Vi had on her midriff pressed against her pulsating sex was most definitely responsible for the added sensation.
"Dear God, that was... That was just..." Caitlyn groaned and rested her forehead against Viʼs shoulder, feeling somewhat deaf but thankfully still able to catch the husky chuckle coming from the pinkette.
"Damn, cupcake. Who knew?"
"Knew what..?"
Vi pulled back and once Caitlyn caught sight of her face, her cheeks impossibly reddened even more at the sight of the lower half of her face glistening with her essence. It was as sullied as her stomach, which had fallen victim to being the recipient of the aftershocks of the Sheriffʼs orgasm.
"Who knew your icing would taste as sweet as you are?" Vi then grinned, showing no shame whatsoever. "Guess only me, right?"
Caitlyn, despite feeling drained and fulfilled, managed to give Viʼs shoulder a firm swat, which only caused the latter to laugh. "I hate you."
"Mmm, but not my mouth." Even with her half of her face stained with cum, Vi wasn't denied when she leaned in to kiss Caitlyn. "Not my tongue. My arms. My body."
As she said the last part, she felt Caitlyn jerk her hips, instinctively rubbing her dripping nethers at her lower abdomen. Vi had to resist wearing another smug grin, knowing she'd earn another swat if she dared showing it.
"Never my body, huh?" Vi chose to quip, smirking in triumph. "You like it too much."
Caitlyn, whose hands were idly resting on Viʼs shoulders, huffed and redirected her gaze elsewhere, adding in a murmur, "You forgot your personality."
Vi raised an eyebrow. "My personality?"
"Yes, that." Caitlyn cleared her throat and turned back to Vi, but her gaze remained low and focused on the finger she was using to trace the outline of Viʼs collarbone. "Your voice, your eyes. Your heart, most especially."
It took a moment, but Viʼs mischievous look later morphed into a sincerely surprised yet warm face, the smile on her lips once again turning somewhat innocent and goofy. Happy. It looked as if she had just gotten the greatest gift she could ever have.
"I guess that's one way to say you love me."
Caitlynʼs eyes widened, head snapping up and face flushing madly. "What? I did not say that!"
"You didn't have to. I know you already do." Vi wore her grin again, winking. "Don't worry, cupcake. The feelingʼs mutual."
Mouth mid-protest, Caitlynʼs voice died down in an instant. It was her turn to look surprised. Genuinely and openly, she stared back at Vi, clearly not expecting the light yet honest confession from the other woman's part.
"You... love me?"
"How can't I?" Viʼs grabbed a part of the blanket and started wiping her face, an idle smile on her face. "Out of everyone in Piltover, hell, maybe in Zaun, too. You're the only one that's ever trusted me like this. Treated me like a person. Looked at me as if I could make a difference."
Caitlyn pulled the blanket away, setting it aside to be able to meet Viʼs gaze without any hindrance. "Vi..."
"I guess you could say, despite the poisonous toxins around me, I found my cure." Vi cupped Caitlynʼs face with one hand, brushing her thumb over the outline of the Kirammanʼs cheekbone. "And that cure is you."
Speechless. Out of words. Absolutely mute. Caitlyn didn't know what to say, or what to do when she felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest like some sort of explosive. The way Vi said it so easily, so honestly, it caused a plethora of feelings to blossom within her. The impact was indescribable.
"I love you, Caitlyn Kiramman." Vi murmured in the same way yet again that made Caitlyn feel like melting in her arms. "Despite being a topsider."
A breath of a laugh was inspired out of Caitlyn by the last line. She knew it was Viʼs attempt in lightening the mood and she could only shake her head and embrace the brawler in reply, giving the latter a kiss on the cheek.
"You're despicable."
"You love it."
Caitlyn couldn't keep herself from smiling. "I do."
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Epilogue
"Y'know? I think I could get used to this kind of topside life."
Sun up high, warm light freely permeating into the room, soft and thick blankets draped over their naked selves, Vi practically purred as she nuzzled her cheek against Caitlynʼs. The sniper was ironically yet adorably nested in the strong, favorable arms of her partner, humming in agreement as she relished the warmth and security Vi provided.
Truth be told, Caitlyn, too, could get used to these kinds of mornings.
"It feels nice. Less lonely." Caitlyn murmured, pressing her face against Viʼs chest, while she made a sound of satisfaction at the feeling of a calloused finger tracing over her back over and over again. "Quite a relaxing way to start the day."
"Think I could get a little good morning kiss?"
Caitlyn chuckled, raising her head and caressing Viʼs cheek. "Well, why not?"
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
The two lovers furrowed their eyebrows in confusion at the sound of something knocking against glass, prompting them both to turn their attention to the balcony doors of Caitlynʼs bedroom.
Only to find Powder insistently knocking at the double-doors, waving her arms in the air once she saw them spot her. As if her bright blue braids and quirky clothes weren't enough to serve as some sort of beacon for attention.
"Jinx?" Caitlyn said in surprised confusion, while Vi wore a mix of disbelief and bafflement of her own.
"Powder? What the hell...?"
Taking one of the blankets on the bed, Vi loosely wrapped the sheet around her body to provide herself some modesty as she approached the balcony, unlocking the knobs before pulling one of the panels open.
"What are you doing here, Pow?"
"What am I doing here?" Powder scoffed before she began counting her reasons through one hand. "First, you told me you'd be back before midnight. You didn't, and I just knew you stayed the night with little Hat Lady over there."
"Powder, I...-"
"Second, you promised we'd go and eat at Jerichoʼs for breakfast today! And where were you? Oh yeah, munching little fancypantsʼ carpet for your morning grub."
Behind Vi and on the bed, Caitlyn clutched a pillow against her chest, evidently blushing in embarrassment when she heard Powderʼs second point. She didn't know if she'd be horrified or if she should just hope to the fullest that a hole would open underneath her and swallow her whole.
"Third...!" Powder took a deeply exaggerated breath before saying in a deadpan manner, "Mommy and Daddy Kirammanʼs downstairs and they're about to come up here in probably less than ten to fifteen seconds."
At that, Vi and Caitlynʼs eyes widened in panic, both blurting out a shocked, "What!?"
The third point served as some sort of trigger for the two Enforcers. Caitlyn rushed off the bed, tossing every clothing she figured that belonged to the Zaunite. Vi caught them one by one, managing to slip her pants and shirt first before she received a piece of underwear that definitely didn't belong to her, which was then followed by her boots.
Fancy panties in hand, Vi was just about to tell Caitlyn it wasn't hers when they heard the nearing voices of the older Kirammans. Powder gave a dramatic gasp of panic and rushed to grab Vi by the arm, pulling her towards the balcony until they both crashed against the railing and ended up toppling over the edge.
"Oh dear God." Caitlyn clasped a hand on her mouth as she watched the two sisters fall off her balcony like a pair of pink and blue tumbling blocks, head shaking herself back to focus once she realized she was still naked and had a handful of seconds to make herself decent before her parents knocked on her door.
Unable to find her underwear in the mess of her bed, Caitlyn settled on just slipping her pajamas pants and chemise back on, calling out, "Just a moment!" when she heard one of her parents knock and her father say her name.
Five seconds later, one of the doors of her chambers was pushed open by none other than her mother, who looked rather disappointed that Caitlyn seemed to have just woken up. Apparently, ten o'clock in the morning was just too late in the older womanʼs standards.
"Ten in the morning, yet you just left the bed." Mrs. Kiramman crossed her arms and eyed her daughter with disapproval. "That is not how I raised you, Caitlyn."
"Well, mother, I was rather exhausted from the case yesterday, which, may I proudly say has been done and closed. With Viʼs help, too."
Mrs. Kiramman held back a groan at the last part, but her expression showed her clear dislike towards the ex-criminal. Behind her, Mr. Kiramman seemed to take the news in a different manner. He looked pleased, even.
"Ah, so you and that new Deputy are getting along well, I assume?"
"We are, father." Caitlyn replied with an affirmative nod, offering a small smile and ignoring the way her mother was surveying her bedroom with distaste. "She's immensely reliable in the field."
"Despite the lack of proper train..." Mrs. Kirammanʼs words escaped her as she stopped right in front of a forgotten red jacket on the footrest near the bed.
Upon the discovery of the familiar coat, Mrs. Kirammanʼs gaze further zipped around the wide quarters as if she was on a lookout for an assassin, her eyes eventually landing on the strips of bandages hanging over the edge of her daughterʼs bed.
Caitlynʼs eyes nearly bulged out its sockets when she realized not only what her mother was now holding, but was also currently gaping at in full shock and disbelief.
As for Mr. Kiramman, he managed to identify the jacket almost immediately, but not so much could be said when it came to piecing out the scenario. Smiling, he said, "I see your partner lent you her coat."
"She did." was Caitlynʼs coolly spoken yet immediate lie, while Mrs. Kiramman contradictingly said, "She didn't."
Mr. Kirammanʼs eyebrows knitted together, confused as he looked between his wife and child. He didn't have to wait long to acquire an explanation of the situation.
"Caitlyn Kiramman!" The matriarch of the family spun around to face her daughter, throwing the jacket onto the floor. "Did you bring that... That criminal into our home? Into your bedchambers nonetheless?"
"Mother...-"
"Dear child..."
Mrs. Kiramman became so pale once she saw the hickeys and slightly faded bite marks around Caitlynʼs neck and shoulders. Her eyes darted between her daughter and the mess that was called her bedroom. The sheets were tangled, a pillow had fallen on the carpeted ground, bandages were dangling over the bedside, a raggedy backpack laid on the floor, red jacket accidently neglected and stumbled upon and, of course, the clear aftermath of the evening activities Caitlyn was highly likely involved in.
"You slept with her!?"
Meanwhile, below Caitlynʼs balcony, Vi and Powder could be found bristling out of the bushes, the pinkette between the two hopping around on one boot while she slipped on and tied the laces of the other.
"Wow, those are going to be your in-laws?" Powder commented, jamming a thumb over to where Mrs. Kirammanʼs words of incredulity were originating.
"Shut up, Pow." Vi huffed, pulling her little sister towards the gates they'll be scaling once again. "Let's go and just grab some breakfast from Jerichoʼs."
"Woo-pee! Your treat!"
Once the two of them climbed over the walls of the Kiramman Estate and was on their way to the bridge connecting Piltover to Zaun, Powder started nudging her sister with her elbow, a cheeky grin on her face.
"Sooo," Powder started, her face and tone clearly showing she was going to ask something no good. "what happened? Give me the details! But not all of them! Ew! Just the general stuff. No need for me to know how you made fancypants lose, well, her pants."
Vi lightheartedly rolled her eyes, giving a giggling Powder a light shove on the shoulder. "I am not telling you anything about what happened."
"Come ooooon! Just a tiny, itty-bitty detail? No? Please? Pretty please?"
From the very beginning, Vi always had a weakness, and that was Powder. Even now, though Caitlyn had been added into that unofficial list, Powder was still, and would always be, one of her vulnerabilities. Sighing, Vi rubbed her nape, feeling her face warm up a little as she recalled what she had said to Caitlyn and admitted it out loud.
"I... I told her I love her."
"Ooooh, my sissyʼs in love!" Powder teased with a wide grin before her expression twisted into an exaggeratedly disgusted look. "Eugh! Love is in the air, folks, and I am definitely getting a gas mask once we get back. Can't contract what you just got. Ew."
Vi shook her head and wrapped an arm around Powder, giving her cheek a little pinch until the younger Zaunite started yelping out, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Okay, okay! I give up! Viiiii!"
Though Vi couldn't wait to spend some time with her baby sister, she took a glance over her shoulder and smiled to herself, letting Powder do most of the talking on their way back down the fissures.
She said those three words to Caitlyn, and she knew it wouldn't be the last.
Vi could only hope Caitlyn would last through Councilor Kirammanʼs likely never-ending lecture for her.
As she slipped her hands into the pocket of her pants, she felt her right touch a bunched up piece of clothing she had hastily stuffed inside. Her face became blazingly red, while a grin of mischief nearly conquered her face.
Well, that's one way to get a remembrance of her first time.
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