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It’s at the dog park when Vi first thinks it, really thinks it, on a cold winter day where they’re both standing by the fence, rapidly cooling coffees in hand, breath coming out in cloudy puffs in the bright sunny air.
They used to do this all the time in the months before they started sleeping together, being together, the platonic not-quite dates where Vi had convinced herself that her attraction was admiration, that the butterflies she felt was just caffeine. Caitlyn, too busy for a dog of her own, always liked to stand outside the park, leaning on the metal bar of the chain link and chatting with Vi while they watch the animals play.
They had been standing in comfortable silence, listening to the dogs run in the packed down snow, barking and play growling as they chased each other, or balls thrown by their owners. A large fluffy black dog was sniffing at the ground nearby and spotted them, trotting over with nose held high and feather duster tail wagging happily.
Caitlyn cooed and leaned a hand down for the dog to sniff and Vi could feel the affection bubbling inside her, like a hot drink warming her chest. She leaned back slightly, watching as the dog butted against Caitlyn’s hand for a pet, Caitlyn beaming as she happily did as requested.
Her nose and cheeks were red from the cold air, the tips of her eyelashes and wisps of her hair peeking out from under her wool hat white with frost, and her smile was warm and glowing as she bent down over the fence to give the dog a good scratch behind his ears. The sun was bright against her skin, softening the sharper angles of her features, and as the dog ran off to continue playing, she turned and looked over to Vi with those bright blue eyes, wrinkled at the corner from her smile.
And all Vi could think was I love you.
She didn’t say it though. It felt too new, too soon. It had only been six weeks since they first got together, and that was too soon, right? Too soon to be diving into any of this.
The owner, an older man, came by with a smile to introduce the dog as Barkley and he and Caitlyn engaged in polite small talk about dogs and the park as Vi stood back, drinking her coffee before it turned cold. Until Caitlyn reached over and rested a hand on Vi’s arm while introducing her as ‘my girlfriend’ and the warm bubbling built up inside again and Vi almost blurted it out right there, right in front of this stranger and his big fluffy dog.
She managed to control it though, and instead just gave Caitlyn a warm smile and the man a hand to shake.
A bit later when they walked back to the car together, Caitlyn’s arm tucked through Vi’s as she held Vi close against the wind as it picked up, Vi thought about if she could say it. She’d never felt like this before with anyone, and it was hard not to doubt that maybe she was just confusing excitement or the simple joy of happiness or if she was just feeling it because she expected to feel it.
And she couldn’t shake the worst, most terrifying doubt that lingered in the back of her mind at the quiet of night.
What if Caitlyn didn’t feel the same?
It was around that time when Vi started getting ads on her social feed for sex toys.
“Babe, babe look.” Vi snickered that evening, legs tangled up in Caitlyn’s as she lay on the couch while the other woman sat. She flipped her phone around, angling it towards Caitlyn showing her the display. “This just popped up.”
Caitlyn leaned forward, squinting slightly at the screen and chuckled. “It’s figured out you’re a lesbian, then.”
Turning the phone back to her, Vi tilted her head to look over the purple dildo in the ad on her screen with curiosity. “I wonder why I never got these when I was single. I mean, thinking I was straight or not, a vibe’s a vibe right?”
Caitlyn let out a light laugh. “I suppose whatever data the Mighty Algorithm has, says that queer women are just more likely to buy toys from an advertisement.”
Vi snorted through her nose as she swiped through the other pictures in the ad’s post, pausing on the one that displayed the toy sitting in a harness on a model. She hovered her thumb over it, chewing the inside of her cheek.
“Have you ever used one?” She asked without looking up, imagining those straps tucked against Caitlyn’s hips, enjoying the warm buzz the thought sent through her.
“No, actually,” was Caitlyn’s cool reply as she continued to look through her phone. “Toys always seemed a more… long term relationship thing.”
The implication sat between them for a minute, quiet and heavy. Then Vi offered a shrug and a nod, and scrolled past the ad. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
A few weeks later on another of their nights together, Vi was alone in Caitlyn’s apartment, waiting for her to come home and busying herself in the kitchen.
Caitlyn can’t cook. Not well, in any case. She can manage enough for herself with those recipe delivery meal kits, but without them she’s absolutely hopeless in the kitchen and they often end up eating takeout together on their nights in. Vi, however, was used to being the oldest child and oft-caretaker of the younger and knew her way around a cutting board and stovetop. And since today she was early at Caitlyn’s apartment she thought she would surprise her girlfriend with a wonderful roast chicken meal.
No sooner had she preheated the oven and was chopping up the aromatics than the keys jingled in the door. It clicked open to the sound of Caitlyn’s heels on the hardwood and her letting out an exhausted sigh.
“Another great day?” Vi asked, not leaving her task to chopping up a yellow onion. She could hear Caitlyn’s shoes clatter to the floor as the woman kicked them off gracelessly before the soft padding of her socked feet came into the room.
“Are you cooking?” Caitlyn asked, instead of answering Vi’s question (which they both know would have been a groan and sarcastic ‘yes’). Vi turned her head enough to see her girlfriend and gave a grin and a wink.
“Making a roast chicken, only the best.” She picked up the chopped onion and dumped it in a bowl before grabbing the already peeled carrots to begin chopping them into thick chunks.
Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi’s midsection from behind, humming as she leaned her warm body against Vi’s back and rested her chin on Vi’s muscular shoulder. “And what’s the occasion? I thought you wouldn’t have arrived until I was already home.”
Vi made a face as she sliced through the orange vegetable. “Well Powder very strongly implied she needed me to stay here over the weekend because her long-distance boyfriend is visiting, so I needed a busy task to rid that knowledge from my brain.”
Caitlyn laughed, pressing a kiss to Vi’s neck. “Well she’s an adult just like you, she’s allowed to make those requests.”
“To me she’s still twelve.” Vi said with a mock shudder. “She can be forty and married with two kids and to me she’ll still be twelve.”
“Hmmm,” Caitlyn slipped a hand under Vi’s tank top, lightly running her fingers across Vi’s skin. “Well I for one am glad she made the request if it means I get to keep you around for such delicious meals.”
Vi inhaled sharply at the contact, raising an eyebrow. “Are you seriously segueing a conversation about my sister into sex?”
“No,” Caitlyn chuckled as she pressed forward a bit more, tucking her waist against Vi’s ass. “I’m distracting you from a conversation about your sister with sex.”
She added more pressure with her fingers as she slid her hand down to tease with the waistband of Vi’s sweatpants. Vi inhaled sharply as those fingers danced under the fabric, leaving hot marks on her skin.
“Babe,” she breathed out with a light laugh while Caitlyn kissed the back of her neck. “I have onion on my hands, I need to wash them first.”
“Or you can keep them on the counter.” Caitlyn murmured as her fingers brushed lower, over the fabric of Vi’s boyshorts just above where Vi ached, the pressure drawing out a whimper.
“Fuck.” Vi gasped, pressing her hands flat against the marble as Caitlyn shifted backwards, pulling Vi’s hips back with her for better access. She nudged Vi’s legs apart with a foot as she slid her hand under the fabric of the underwear, contact enticing slight gasps out of both of them.
Caitlyn continued to kiss the back of Vi’s neck and shoulders as her fingers worked, dipping in and out of slick and circling without making direct contact, the feeling forcing Vi to press down her weight onto her hands to keep steady. She started to breath more heavily, trying to keep her hips still as arousal made her head feel floaty.
Caitlyn’s other hand came up and gently ran a single finger along on the bottom of Vi’s jaw from ear to chin, before pushing firmly, tilting her head, exposing more neck for Caitlyn to kiss.
Vi’s eyes closed as the sensation started to overwhelm her, nerves buzzing with electricity.
Then Caitlyn cupped her teasing hand, pressed the heel of her palm hard while slipping two slender fingers inside. Vi gasped and Caitlyn nipped at her skin, pushing Vi’s hips forward with her own as her hand pushed backward. Vi’s fingers clenched and gripped on the marble as she pressed her palms into Caitlyn’s kitchen counter.
“You just get wet for me so quickly,” Caitlyn cooed into Vi’s ear as she gently ran along the edge with her tongue. “Do you know how tempting that knowledge is?”
“Cait.” Was all Vi could manage through her teeth. She rocked against the motion of Caitlyn’s hand as those long fingers moved through her with ease, pumping in and out before dancing across her clit and slipping back inside her again.
“Couldn’t wait until I put dinner in the oven, huh?” Vi laughed out through her short pants. Her body was starting to tense as her orgasm built, legs trembling. Caitlyn firmly nipped at her shoulder with a hum.
“Oven’s still preheating,” they both knew it wasn’t, “and I’m hungry now.”
With controlled speed, Caitlyn pulled her hand out from Vi’s pants and turned her around, Vi again gripping the marble countertop as her pants were pulled down, legs made to spread, and long dark hair and a hot tongue pressed between her thighs.
Vi groaned and leaned back, fighting the urge to bury her hands in Caitlyn’s hair, sensation starting to overwhelm her and she can’t help but mouth the words silently into the air, knowing this wasn’t the time to say them but desperate for it to feel real.
She thought about saying them constantly, to her credit.
“Got any Valentine’s plans?” Powder asked one morning while Vi was at home, her blue hair falling out of it’s messy bun as she plopped down at the table, a bowl of cereal in hand. Vi was already seated across from her tucking into her own bowl, wrapped in a thick fluffy house robe Caitlyn had gotten her for her birthday.
“Making her a nice dinner.” Vi said, with a simple shrug. “Order a box of fancy chocolates from the fancy chocolate shop. We both agreed to keep it simple.”
A nervous smile twitched at the side of her mouth before it bloomed into a full lopsided grin, as she blushed down at her bowl.
“What?” Powder asked, smirking at her from across the table.
Vi rolled a shoulder and let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “I’m, uh… I’m going to tell her I love her.”
Instead of the doting ‘aww’ or sarcastic mocking Vi expected, there was a pause of heavy silence. Powder stared at Vi with a shocked blank expression before she shot to her feet, hands slamming on the table so quickly and loudly that Vi jumped back.
“You haven’t fucking told her yet?” Powder shouted, more hair falling out of the bun from her movement “what the fuck Vi?”
“What?” Vi drew back in surprise “…what?”
Powder waved her arms in the air, disbelief all over her wide-eyed face. “You’ve known her for over half a year, you’ve been dating for three months of that and you’ve clearly been in love with her this whole time! Like very obviously, super gross, stupid in love! And you haven’t fucking said it?!” She looked at Vi like Vi had just confessed to a murder, and Vi looked back like she had just been accused of one.
“Uh…”
“Oh my god, she probably thinks you don’t.” With a dramatic motion of putting her head in her hands, Powder groaned. “You haven’t said it in three months, you probably shot her damn anxiety through the fucking roof.”
“That… really?”
“Why are you so bad at this?” Powder sat down, pointing an accusatory spoon at her sister’s direction. “You need to tell her, like, yesterday. With lots of flowers. This is your first serious relationship, she’s probably been waiting on edge hoping you actually do consider it serious and not just fooling around.”
Vi frowned at her sister and then her cereal. “No, she wouldn’t be thinking that, she wants to move slow, she said that when we started going out.”
Powder scoffed, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, for things like moving in together maybe. Saying ‘I love you?’ You say that as soon as you feel it. All girls know this.”
Vi scowled over the table. “Pow, I’m a girl.”
“Yeah and that’s why it’s worse,” Powder gestured towards Vi, before tapping on the tabletop with an acrylic nail. “You were conditioned in the same stew the rest of us were. Get your shit together and tell her. God, you’re going to have to hire, like, Micheal Bolton to serenade her to make up for this.”
“Wait, she hasn’t said it either, why aren’t you mad at her?” Vi crossed her arms, earning her an extremely dramatic eye roll and scoff from her younger sister.
“Because she’s not the one sitting here telling me she’s known she loved you for months and just hasn’t said anything even after she’s worn you like a glove.” Powder replied, far too casually and taking another bite of cereal. “Duh.”
Vi grimaced. “I’m not talking to you about this stuff anymore.”
“Eh don’t worry, I’ll find something else to yell at you about.” Powder stuck out her tongue and grinned, tucking into another spoonful and waving the empty spoon around. “Love you.” She sang out, voice on the edge of sarcasm.
Vi rolled her eyes as she stood, bringing her bowl over to the sink. “Love you too sis.” She wiped her hands on the towel after dropping off her dishes and began to walk to her room.
“See how fucking easy that was to say?” Powder called after her, and Vi snorted, shutting her bedroom door.
The box was sitting on Caitlyn’s welcome mat in the hall when Vi walked up. She picked it up, curious, looking over the plain cardboard but other than a shipping label there was nothing identifying it. With a shrug, she knocked on Caitlyn’s apartment door, tucking the box under her arm.
Caitlyn opened the door with a smile that blinked into a confused quirk of her mouth at the box in Vi’s arm. She glanced down at it and then back up to Vi, expression slightly puzzled.
“This was at your door when I came up,” Vi explained, handing the box over.
“Oh!” Caitlyn realized, taking it and waving Vi in as she brought the box over to the counter. She looked it over before giving a shrug and putting it down, beginning to open it. “I wonder what it is.”
“You really order so many things you forget what you might be getting?” Vi teased. Caitlyn chuckled and gave an apologetic nod of her head as she lifted the flaps and looked inside. Her eyes instantly widened and she slammed the flap closed, ears turning bright red.
Vi grinned widely with delight at Caitlyn’s reaction. “What is it?” She asked, inching closer.
“Nothing.” Caitlyn said, clearly fighting back a laugh. Vi reached over and tried to tease her fingers off the top of the box and Caitlyn immediately tried to shoulder her off. “No, it’s supposed to be a gift!” She protested.
Vi stood her ground, pushing back. “Is it for me?” She asked, managing to slip one of Caitlyn’s hands off and get a finger under a cardboard flap, Caitlyn pushing it down to try and prevent her from opening it. “C’mon Cupcake, let me see!”
“It’s not time yet.” Caitlyn scolded firmly, though she was clearly not putting up much of a fight. The blush at her ears was spreading across her cheeks and even as she tried to sound stern there was a clear smile playing across her face. “You’re not supposed to- Vi!”
Vi had managed to pull Caitlyn’s hands away and pushed her aside with her hip, both women laughing as Vi shot forward to grab the box and open the flaps, pulling the box out of Caitlyn’s reach and looking inside to see-
“Oh.” Vi blinked with surprise and then grinned widely, looking over at a bright red Caitlyn and laughing some more. “Oh ho ho, this is for me is it?” She put the box back down on the counter, where Caitlyn snatched it back over, trying to still maintain her composure.
“Well, yes, well, both of us, it- it was intended for Valentine’s,” Caitlyn explained, flattening the cardboard flaps to the side of the box a few times to keep them open. “Guess there’s no reason why we can’t celebrate earlier.” She glanced over to Vi, sucking in her lower lip in an attempt not to smile and Vi let out a scoff of a laugh.
Caitlyn took the bright blue dildo out of the box and held it gingerly by the base, turning it over in her hands. Her expression was curious but neutral as she looked it over and then up at Vi.
“This is something you have more experience in, as a change.” She said, non-judgementally but with a smirking raised brow in Vi’s direction.
Vi’s face went hot as she blushed, scratching the back of her head. “Well not like a ton, only a couple of times really. I mostly just like-“ she demonstrated a vague hand motion and Caitlyn made a noise like a stifled laugh at the sight. “Plus they don’t look like that.”
“Well,” Caitlyn pressed her mouth together as she placed the toy down and took the harness out of the box, holding it up in front of her in dangling leather straps and metal clasps. “Then shall we try something new together?”
Vi looked at it while biting her lip, thinking of the various possibilities. Those straps tugged against her hips, flush against Caitlyn’s, what Caitlyn might look like while Vi-
“Could I wear it first?” Caitlyn’s voice broke through her fantasizing. Her lilting accent and polite question jarred a bit with the idea of exactly what she asking and Vi almost laughed and teased, but Caitlyn’s expression was open and earnest. At Vi’s lack of response she blushed, thumb fidgeting along one of the harness’ clasps.
“Sorry,” Caitlyn chewed her lip, looking at the toy again, “I only just realized that you might have been solely interested in wearing than… I should’ve discussed this with you first-“
“Yeah, no, I’m good with that.” Vi interrupted, nodded, offering a reassuring grin. “I was just a bit surprised cause I figured you’d want me to wear it first. Since usually I’m the one, y’know,” She offered a lopsided grin and a wink, making another hand motion.
Caitlyn snorted a laugh through her nose, ears turning red again as she looked back down at the toy.
“I’m certainly desperate to see you in it,” she admitted, before her voice lowered, looking up at Vi through her lashes. “But currently I’m more desperate to see it in you.”
Vi swallowed.
“Before or after dinner?”
After dinner, which was probably the sensible option, Vi was waiting in the bedroom stripped down and drumming her fingers on her bouncing knee. Caitlyn was in the bathroom getting herself, well, strapped in. This felt like a big step, somehow, and again Vi’s nerves were getting the best of her. At least this time Caitlyn was about as new to the whole experience as Vi was… she has said she thought of toys as a long term relationship step. Did that mean she considered this a long term relationship, that she expected it to go on, and might be worried about what Vi thought?
“That took far too long to figure out, but I think I got it.” Caitlyn’s voice came from the hall. “I almost had to resort to looking up instructions, but it should be secure now.”
She emerged at the door, dressing in just the harness and a black lace push-up bra, the blue dildo hanging comically off the front of her hips. Vi thought it almost matched her eyes, and then wondered if that was the sort of compliment she could give right now. She had to bite back the laugh.
“What do you think?” Caitlyn asked, looking down at herself and back up to Vi, jutting her hip in a slight pose. “Frankly I feel ridiculous, but I guess that will change once we get started.”
She began to walk over to Vi, who reached out a hand in anticipation. “Why are you still wearing a bra?” Vi asked, already completely naked herself, brushing her hand against the harness on Caitlyn’s hip as the other woman came to stand between her legs. Caitlyn smiled and leaned down, giving Vi a face full view of cleavage.
“You ruined the surprise of unwrapping one gift,” Caitlyn said, sounding almost smug, “I figure you should get to unwrap something”
Vi groaned in appreciation and almost said the words right then, bringing her hands up to squeeze at Caitlyn’s breasts and lean up for a kiss. With a chuckle Caitlyn kissed her deeply and moved to sit on Vi’s lap, the toy pressing up against Vi’s abs as Caitlyn settled. They kept kissing, slowly and sensually, Caitlyn running her hands through Vi’s hair as Vi reached around to unclip Caitlyn’s bra. She leaned back to lay down as Caitlyn settled overtop of her, pausing to break the kiss only to start sliding the bra straps off Caitlyn’s arms.
“Like this?” Caitlyn breathed, dragging a hand down to press between Vi’s legs, both of them inhaling at the contact. “How on earth do you always get so wet for me so quickly, darling?” Caitlyn kissed at her jaw as she began to move her hand, spreading the slick around.
“Have you looked at you?” Vi grinned, letting out a whine as Caitlyn dropped her mouth down to kiss at her neck. “Because fuck Cupcake, I just can’t stop wanting you.”
“Well I won’t keep you waiting.” Caitlyn murmured, moving slightly to take the toy in her hand, shifting and adjusting her hips. A slight furrow came to her brow as she concentrated shifting it to Vi’s entrance, nudging it around to get lubricated before moving to push it in.
Vi lay back and took a breath to try and relax. She wasn’t used to being on her back normally with Caitlyn and it was a little uncanny. It’s not that she didn’t want this, but the position wasn’t nearly as enticing as what she preferred, leaning over Caitlyn with her hair spread out on the sheets…
“Ready?” Caitlyn asked, looking up at her with dark eyes.
“Actually, wait,” Vi gently pushed Caitlyn’s shoulder, moving to sit up. At Caitlyn’s concerned expression Vi patted her arm reassuringly. “You’re fine, I want to try it this way.”
She moved to stand and gestured to Caitlyn to lie down. When she did, Vi moved to straddle her legs, the dildo sitting up awkwardly between them as Vi got her legs comfortable. Caitlyn ran her fingers along Vi’s legs, looking her over.
“This is alright?” Caitlyn asked, “I don’t want you to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Oh, we’re good.” Vi leaned down to kiss Caitlyn hard, pushing her down and running her hand through that dark silk hair with gusto as they kissed until gasping. Vi pulled back with a grin. “I just like seeing you like this much better. You good?”
Caitlyn’s chest was heaving from the kiss, but she managed a grin. “Oh yes.”
Vi moved herself up and took a deep breath as she moved the toy to position and adjusted herself over it. Slowly she exhaled and pushed in, lowered down, until she was up flush against Caitlyn’s waist with the toy buried fully inside.
“How does it feel?” Caitlyn shifted her hips slightly and Vi tightened her grip as the sensation moved through her.
“Fuck, it’s…” she bit her lip. “It’s different, not just how it feels but feeling it while being able to look at you.”
She gave an experimental rock and immediately groaned, fingers clenching on Caitlyn’s hips. “Shit, that, okay.” She swallowed as Caitlyn brought her hands up to rest on Vi’s forearms gently.
“You’re alright?” Caitlyn asked again, squeezing her hands, voice and touch tender. Vi nodded with a breathless ‘yeah’ and rocked again. This time Caitlyn inhaled sharply, fingers clenching.
“God,” she said, “I know I can’t actually feel it, but watching you… wow.” She breathed out the final word with something like awe. Vi couldn’t help herself and preened a little, arching her back as she made another roll of her hips to settle in.
“Like the view?” She teased, though her shaky breathing betrayed the cocky attitude a bit. “Really shows off my abs, huh?”
She flexed her core and winked, biting her tongue to keep from making noise as Caitlyn jerked a little, laughing.
“I think your ego is getting worse from all my compliments.” Caitlyn teased, running a hand over Vi’s stomach. “But yes, this certainly is a nice view.”
“Hm, mine’s pretty nice too.” Vi smirked, running her hands up to take Caitlyn’s tits in her hands, squeezing playfully.
“Don’t distract me,” Caitlyn shot back with a matching grin, even as she arched into the touch. “Let me see you come apart before you have a go at them.” She gently grabbed at Vi’s hands and pulled them off, putting them on her hips instead and releasing them to lie back.
Still smirking Vi shifted her hips and leaned forward, toned arms pinning down on either side of Caitlyn’s head, earning a gasp. Looking down, biting her lip, Vi rocked slightly to adjust to the new angle. Caitlyn’s pupils were so dilated the blue was barely visible and her hands gripped Vi’s hips almost possessively and god, knowing how much this affected Caitlyn felt just as good as the toy.
“How’s the view now?” Vi asked, voice getting husky. Caitlyn licked her lips.
“I’ll let you know in a moment.” She breathed out, flexing to sink her hips into the mattress just slightly before thrusting up. The force of it caught Vi off guard, making her let out a groan and she pushed her hips back down to counter balance and-
“Oh fuck, babe, just like that.”
They rocked against each other, breath quickening, as Vi’s fists gripped the bedsheets on either side of Caitlyn’s head, her messy pink bangs falling in front of her face with each thrust.
Pressure and pleasure and just pure sensation built up inside Vi as they moved and when one of Caitlyn’s hands came up to palm a breast Vi let out a sharp whine, almost losing balance and falling forward. She pushed herself back a bit more, sitting up, gasping Caitlyn’s name quietly under her breath as everything started to overwhelm.
Caitlyn’s hand was still on her breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple shooting sparks into Vi’s core. Her other hand brushed down between them to begin to circle Vi’s clit as she moved on the toy, the skin between them so slick.
Vi cried out, louder than she meant, and fell forward again, closing her eyes and ducking her head as every last thread of concentration went into keeping herself upright. She began to move faster, hearing the bed creak, gasping with little cries. She could feel Caitlyn moan under her, the hand on her breast moving to cradle her jaw and lift her head.
“Look at me.” Caitlyn’s voice was high and strained, almost pleading, “I want to see you.”
Vi tensed and opened her eyes, meeting Caitlyn’s, both of them breathing hard almost in unison as their hips moved together and it was so much, it was too much, and everything was burning and felt amazing and-
“There you are.” Caitlyn breathed, her finger on Vi’s clit pressing in the way she knew made Vi’s hips jerk. “Come for me, darling.”
Vi’s body tensed and her hips jerked as she bit back a cry, moaning out a ‘God Cait-!’ before sitting back, thighs squeezing Caitlyn’s hips, her hands pushing onto hipbones to still them as she went taut. She vaguely heard the other woman groan at the sudden pressure before her ears were filled with ringing and static and everything went limp.
Breathing heavily, Vi opened her eyes to look down at Caitlyn, who had her hands on Vi’s shoulders to help keep her upright.
“That looked intense.” She said with a raised eyebrow. “You alright?”
Vi grinned through her gasping, feeling the buzz of energy she got after a strong orgasm and shifted her hips, causing Caitlyn to whimper. She leaned forward, raising herself to pull up and off the toy, grunting at the weird sensation of it slipping out.
With a heave she dropped herself down beside Caitlyn and immediately began to kiss her shoulder up to her neck, hand coming up to roll at a nipple. Caitlyn gasped, arching, and gave a light laugh, turning into Vi to give her better access.
“That’s a ‘yes’ then?” She asked as Vi ran her teeth along the skin of her neck. Vi hummed and smiled, bringing her hand away from Caitlyn’s chest to tug at the straps of the harness.
“Take this off,” she murmured, “I want to go down on you.”
Caitlyn inhaled sharply, quickly reaching down to struggle with the clasps of the harness, letting out a frustrated noise. Vi laughed and sat up to help her, pushing Caitlyn back down with a kiss as they pushed the harness down off Caitlyn’s hips. Teasingly dancing her fingers across Caitlyn’s stomach, Vi pulled away from the kiss and, with a wink, began to kiss her way down.
Vi stared at the box of chocolate and strawberry truffles with nerves buzzing. She was standing just outside Caitlyn’s door again, on Valentine’s day proper, dressed in her nicest dress shirt - the one she had worn to her first not-date with Caitlyn. She fiddled with the collar.
Taking out her key she moved to unlock the door - Caitlyn wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour and Vi was planning on preparing dinner before she got there - but as she turned the door handle the door swung up to a surprised looking Caitlyn standing in front of her.
“I heard your keys.” She said, looking Vi over. “I thought you weren’t going to be here for another two hours?”
“I was going to surprise you with dinner.” Vi explained, heart in her throat. Caitlyn was dressed incredibly casually in an old sweater that used to be Vi’s and tight leggings. Those leggings were always Vi’s weakness. Caitlyn smiled warmly.
“And here I took the afternoon to surprise you.” She chuckled, letting Vi come inside. “Well, I did manage to finish, come and see.”
“You got more sex toys already?” Vi asked jokingly. Caitlyn laughed and walked toward the bedroom, beckoning Vi to follow. She did curiously, stopping when Caitlyn did at the open door. Caitlyn was shifting a bit nervously.
“This is… now don’t take it to think I’m rushing into things but we…” she nodded her head to the side, humming as she seemed to try to find the right words. “Well, you’re over so much. This is practical as well as, well-“ she cleared her throat. “Come see.”
She walked inside, Vi following, and walked up to her dresser. Fingers fidgeting, Caitlyn reached forward and pulled the second drawer open. Vi walked over to look inside.
It was empty.
Confused, Vi blinked up at Caitlyn, who was blushing brightly and looked between the drawer and Vi before explaining.
“That’s for your clothes.” She said in one heavy exhale, thumb tapping rapidly against the drawer as she rested her hand on it. “It’s not- I know you don’t want to move away from your sister just yet and I don’t want you to feel rushed for your first big relationship, but you always have to bring that overnight bag and it’s just such a hassle for you so I thought you would, that this would be a good idea.”
Vi stared at Caitlyn.
And fuck, she almost said those words. She should have said them. Caitlyn standing there, looking at her expectantly, open drawer beside her because she wanted Vi to have her own part of Caitlyn’s home without sacrificing her own home with Powder, Caitlyn, who was so particular about her organizing, had trouble committing, wanted Vi to be here, with her, take up space in Caitlyn’s space.
She should really say those words.
“I got you chocolates.” She said instead, holding up the box.
Caitlyn looked at them and smiled appreciatively, reaching to take them and Vi, overwhelmed with emotion, straight up threw the box into the open drawer and surged forward to grab Caitlyn in a bruising kiss, walking her backwards to the bed because those words were just too complicated to even think right now, when all she wanted to do was feel.
She finally says them an hour later when she’s saying nonsense, bent over a pillow with Caitlyn behind her, filling her with the strap at a bruising pace.
Vi’s gripping the bedsheets, face half pressed into the mattress as she’s rocked forward by Caitlyn’s thrusts, thighs shaking from the effort of staying up to match the angle of Caitlyn’s longer frame, and her brain is starting to short circuit from the sensation.
“You like when I fuck you like this?” Caitlyn rasps in her ear, one hand holding both of Vi’s down as she bends over her. “You like it when I take what I want from you?”
“God-“ Vi whines, burying her face in the bed before turning her head back, needing to breath in desperate gasps. “Yes, yes, fuck, I love it, I love how you fuck me.”
“My big strong girl, letting me fuck her.” Caitlyn purrs. “You feel so good, Violet.” She reaches a hand around Vi’s waist, fingers stroking at the slick coating her inner thighs, running them up to press just above her clit. It’s already so sensitive, she’s been eaten out twice already before this, and Vi bucks so hard she almost pushes Caitlyn off her.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
“Be good and come for me,” Caitlyn slows down just a little as Vi speeds up, keeping the pace even. “Loudly darling. I want to hear you.”
“Baby—“ Vi’s muscles are curled tight, her entire body ready to snap, she’s babbling, her voice high and pleading “yes, please, fuck me, I love you so much, I-“
And Caitlyn gasps, the grip she has on Vi’s hand tightens, the other hand pushes flat fingers against her clit, her hips hold the thrust a bit longer, a deep groan vibrates through her.
“I love you,” Vi whines out again and again as Caitlyn’s hips lose their rhythm, as Caitlyn comes on top of her crying out Vi’s name and Vi’s brain skips like a scratched record, her own orgasm crashing like a wave. “I love you, I loveyou IloveyouIloveyou I- I—!”
She collapses forward, Caitlyn groaning as the movement pulls her down too, still attached at the hip, and they fall into a heap of sweat and tangled limbs, catching their breath, Vi on her stomach with Caitlyn pressed against her.
Vi gulps for air, limbs shaking as the haze clears and she starts to come down to the feeling of Caitlyn kissing the back of her neck, nuzzling gently behind her ear.
Caitlyn begins to shift and move back, gingerly trying to not put too much weight down.
“You alright?” She asks, letting out a hum as Vi nods. “I’m going to take it out now, okay?”
She sits back and slips the toy out, the sensation causing Vi to shudder and bury her face into the bedsheets again, trying to cover her embarrassment by pretending she’s still coming down.
She can hear the soft slide and thump of Caitlyn removing the harness and dropping it on the floor. A moment later she feels the warmth of her body press up beside again as Caitlyn settles in and wraps an arm around her waist.
Vi can’t believe she said it, said it then, after days of agonizing and overthinking she just blurted it out. Just ruining the moment. Caitlyn’s arm tightens around her waist as her fingers start to gently drum against Vi’s skin, and she can feel Caitlyn’s breath on the back of her neck.
“You sure you’re alright?” Caitlyn asks softly, releasing her grip on Vi’s waist to stroke at her hair, try to encourage Vi to move her head. “I know that was a bit intense, but if I said something or did something, please let me know so-“
“Not you.” Vi mumbles. Caitlyn’s hand pauses it’s movements in her hair, waiting for Vi to elaborate. She turns her head to the side, eyes screwed shut with shame, fighting back an emotional overdose that threatens tears at the corner of her eyes. “I’m embarrassed I said that.”
“Said what?” Caitlyn asks earnestly. She brushes Vi’s hair aside and pushes herself up a bit to see Vi’s face a bit more clearly.
Vi doesn’t reply, and Caitlyn lets out a small ‘oh’ after a pause. She runs those fingers down Vi’s arm and up again, leaving tingles in their wake, and pushes on Vi’s shoulder to encourage her to turn onto her back. Vi resists for just a half moment and then turns, still avoiding Caitlyn’s eyes.
“Hey,” she tilts Vi’s face up and over until their gazes meet, Caitlyn looking down at Vi with something shimmering in her eyes, in that deep blue. She leans down to give Vi a tender but firm kiss, draws back and brushes her thumb gently against the skin of Vi’s cheek. Vi swallows, ready to come up with some excuse, laugh it off, joke that she just had her brains fucked out and didn’t know what she was saying, reassure that it’s okay if Caitlyn doesn’t-
“I love you too.” Caitlyn’s voice breaks through the haze of worries, and she says it while holding Vi’s gaze, blue eyes bright and warm.
Vi let’s put a slow exhale and blinks, looking at Caitlyn as the shock melts the worry away. “You…” Vi breaths, “I love you.” She repeats carefully. The words are out, on purpose this time. It feels unreal.
Caitlyn smiles and gives Vi a delicate kiss.
Then she’s… laughing. She’s laughing and it’s that bright, sunny, glowing laugh that wrinkles the corners of her eyes and shows off her gap toothed grin and she’s kissing Vi. Kissing Vi and laughing and murmuring ‘I love you’ into Vi’s lips.
And Vi’s laughing in return, relief and happiness and post-orgasmic bliss mixing together to make her giddy and stupid, bury her hands in Caitlyn’s hair as they kiss until they’re breathless and have to pull apart, still laughing as they catch their breath. Caitlyn rests her forehead on Vi’s as their laughter finally slows and Caitlyn’s mouth is still twitching at the angles, pulling up into grins that Vi thinks she can’t help, because that’s happening to Vi too.
She loves her.
It’s as simple as that.
“You finally told her when?!” Powder shouted the next day, throwing a decorative couch pillow at Vi, who avoided it easily and shrugged sheepishly with a grin.