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“Hey, Vi, I’m heading out if that’s okay. School’s letting me borrow the studio today.”
“Go on, traitor,” Vi said, mirth in her voice as she carefully sorted the pile of vinyl records delivered that same morning. It was a quiet day, the weather was unusually clement for the time of year, and Ekko had been helping her much more than he should have– she could afford to let him off for one afternoon.
She preferred working alone on those days, anyway. Music was playing softly from the speakers installed at various corners of the shop, setting the mood and shifting her focus to her task at hand. Vander’s record store had been a staple of the neighbourhood for people young and old alike and she intended on keeping it that way, even if it meant pissing off a few old yokes with her overgrown hot pink mullet and muscle tees. And supposed ‘bad taste’ in what is supposed to be ‘good music’, but what does she know.
Once various tasks completed (not without some sweeping Mylo called her ‘daily boogie’), she set to start closing up shop. She enjoyed her job, don’t get it twisted, she just preferred the comfort of her couch and a cold drink. Speaking of drink, she remembered the beautiful, cold soda she had in the fridge–
Until the bell above the front door chimed, indicating a new customer and tearing her from her carbonated reverie.
Her eyes were met with a swipe of long, luscious midnight blue hair before anything else, the color alone pinning her in place. The mysterious girl barely acknowledged her as she did a beeline for the vintage section, swiping through the relics with perfectly manicured, also midnight blue nails. Before she could say anything about her rudeness, or politely ask if she needed any help, she noticed headphone wires peeking out of her hair, hidden where her ears would be. No wonder she hadn’t noticed her.
She had a good view from the register, where she had been standing behind for the past few minutes. So, while the girl was perusing, she gave her a good look.
Initially, she couldn’t tell if her eyes were blue or brown, as they were downcast, but she could not deny that she was pretty, if not beautiful, in the put together way. She was wearing a light blue cardigan and what she assumed to be a pleated skirt. She couldn’t see the bottom half from where she was sitting but she thought she might be wearing expensive loafers or whatever little shoes you would wear with a pleated skirt. Before her mind started wandering on what underwear she might be wearing, she gave the mystery girl’s left hand a quick look for a ring, relieved to find her ring finger bare.
Upon her unfounded relief (not every female customer is a potential hook-up, Violet,) and realizing that she might be a massive fucking creep for staring at the only customer in the store, she busied herself with whatever was happening on her computer screen, which mostly consisted of moving her mouse around and sending random emoji sequences to her little sister on her phone when she got bored of hardly working, all while sneaking glances in the blue haired girl’s general direction.
As she was about to annoy her sister once more, she caught the familiar sound of a generous pile of records sliding across the desk, mysterious girl in tow.
“Hello. Just – getting these. You have quite the collection here,” her voice was sweet, if not shy, sporting a bit of an accent. Vi couldn’t help but wonder where she might be from. She sounded… posh. She smelled posh.
“Nothing but the best,” she said, with the friendliest smile she could muster, dimples making their appearance. Now was not the time to get flustered over a customer she was most likely never going to see again. Still, as she scanned the items, she couldn’t help herself. “You’ve got good taste.”
“Oh, um, thank you,” she let out a small chuckle and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, and Vi could swear her cheeks had turned a subtle shade of pink. Was she wearing lip gloss? She was definitely wearing lip gloss. A similar shade painting her cheeks decorated her plump, pouty lips, and she was certain she had a gap tooth. Fuck, she was beautiful.
And Vi wished she was wearing something better than her stupid (hilarious, but stupid nonetheless) ‘not my first rodeo’ muscle shirt. If she knew she would meet the most gorgeous woman she had seen in a while, she would have at least worn something more presentable.
As they completed the transaction and Vi took her time bagging up the records, the mystery girl bit her lower lip and took a small breath before saying in a… nervous? tone: “Do you have any recommendations? I’ve been trying to expand my horizons, and you look like you know your… stuff.” She was clearly trying her best to sound casual, almost nonchalant. And Vi would be absolutely foolish to not take the bait.
“I’d love to. Anything you’ve been looking at recently? We could start there,” she made show of leaning back against the back of her chair and crossing her arms over her torso– and noticed blue eyes briefly look down at her biceps. So she was flirting.
“I like what’s playing right now,” she replied, almost immediately. “Who is it by?”
Vi knew her face lit up like a thousand suns because the girl looked like she was about to start laughing.
“That’s my little sister’s band. She’s been trying to get her music out there, and I play it here every now and then in case people might like it.” And once she got started, she could not stop. She started rummaging through the drawers, looking for any spare tickets Powder had given her in passing, almost threatening her to blow up the place if she didn’t give them away.
“Hey, they’re actually doing a gig tomorrow night, if you’d like to come? It’s a small show, but totally worth it. No strings attached, obviously, but the more the merrier, right?”
She could see the cogs turning in the blue haired girl’s pretty head as she looked down at the spare ticket. What she said next almost sent her reeling: “Is a drink before the concert included in your invitation? No strings attached, obviously,” she added, a small coy smile on her face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – was she asking her out? Shit, she was asking her out. And her brain took way too long to start functioning again as the other woman’s face was starting to fall, clearly regretting her boldness. She cleared her throat, hand flying to scratch the back of her neck in a nervous tick.
“Uh, yeah, of course. I’d love that, actually,” she gave her a chuckle to ease the nervousness, and decided to be honest about it. “Sorry, not used to pretty girls coming on to me while I’m working.”
A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised itself on the girl’s face. “Is that so? I was thinking the opposite, it’s not every day you get to meet a handsome record store clerk. My name is Caitlyn, by the way.”
Caitlyn. Vi was certain her face was beet red, and if she decided to open her mouth, a moan would probably come out.
She tried to compose herself as best she could, replying with a quick “I’m Vi. Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow then? I’ll give you the address, just give me one second while I find some paper and a pen...” She was fucking this up royally. How did she suddenly get so nervous?
“That’s okay,” Caitlyn replied. She took out a pen from her leather bag and scribbled something quickly on the back of her receipt. “You can text it to me.”
She slid the piece of paper over to Vi, who realized what she had scribbled in neat cursive handwriting was her name and phone number. She did not miss the little x next to her name.
Taking her newly purchased goods with her and adjusting the strap on her shoulder bag, Caitlyn gave her a polite smile. “I will head out now– I’ve probably taken too much of your time as it is. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Vi.”
“Yeah, uh, see you tomorrow, Caitlyn…” she mumbled, raising a hand to give her a friendly wave. Caitlyn was indeed wearing a pleated skirt, the fabric gently swaying along with her each movement of her hips as she left Vi alone with her thoughts in the now-empty store.
The cold soda had completely left her mind, thoughts of blue hair and glossy lips taking over. If she hadn’t known better, she could swear she was nursing a fever.
***
You know what they say: never waste a Friday night on a first date. And yet here Caitlyn was, in her heels with her hair straight.
She was sitting at one the few spare two-person tables, mini skirt and sheer blouse on, having arrived a few minutes prior to the time her and Vi had settled on via text the night before– she had waited for her counterpart to open the line of communication and was on the brink of reinstalling her dating apps until she heard the telltale text notification while she was in the shower, and they had been chatting on and off since.
As it turned out, Vi was not only an avid emoji user but she also had a penchant for sending her post-workout photos as an apology for the delay in getting back to her. As a result, Caitlyn had indulged herself and brought a confident hand between her legs, steam and water making her skin prickle. If she thought of Vi’s triceps for more than a minute, she could almost feel her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra.
“Cait? Hey gorgeous,” a now-familiar voice quipped behind her above the bar’s ambient music. Vi, for some reason, had taken it upon herself to start calling her Cait, and oddly enough, Caitlyn didn’t mind. If anything, it brought some heat to her cheeks.
“Hi,” Caitlyn replied simply, and they settled into small talk before Vi left briefly to lean over the bar and order them drinks. She was wearing the same ripped, light wash jeans she had seen her in at the store, hugging her strong thighs almost unfairly, her front left belt loop decorated with a carabiner carrying various items. This time, though, she was sporting a different sleeveless muscle shirt, Crater Gym logo on the front. She could see the side of her sports bra peeking through the shirt and hugging her midriff.
She crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs together as Vi made her way back safely, and opted to sip on her cocktail in hopes of a much-needed brain freeze to set her back straight.
She had sworn herself not to fuck on the first date, but she might just make an exception this time– the way Vi looked her over with nothing short of appreciation in her kohl-lined blue-grey eyes while they talked (lingering on the visible lace of her bra, she noticed,) sent shivers down her spine.
It wasn’t long before Vi’s sister’s band made their appearance on the makeshift stage, loud rock music reverberating through the bar and interrupting their slow descent into flirting, and Caitlyn couldn’t help but move her head along with the heavy drums. The blue haired girl, who could not be older than eighteen, was running from one side of the stage to the other and singing her heart out, and Caitlyn found the resemblance to Vi striking.
“I’m assuming the singer is your sister,” Caitlyn leaned in to speak close to Vi’s ear, making sure she could be heard. She hadn’t caught the tattoo on her neck, ink swirling down the collar of her shirt, when they initially met. How far down did it go?
“Yeah, Powder! She’s good, isn’t she,” Vi replied in the same fashion, cologne making its way to her nose. She had opted to rest her arm on the back of Caitlyn’s chair, the proximity not unwelcome. “I meant it when I said she was a firecracker, she threatened to blow the store up if I didn’t invite the entire city to this gig,” she laughed, and Caitlyn was sure she found it funnier than it should have been, a giggle escaping her. Vi’s smirk was not lost on her, as she turned her attention back to the band.
Her arm had not moved from its position, and Caitlyn fought the urge to slide closer, craving the warmth radiating from her date. Or to run her hands through her thick pink hair, perhaps to pull it while–
“Do you want another drink? They’re finishing up soon, and I’ve told Powder I wasn’t alone, so she won’t mind if we stay,” Vi told her as the show wrapped up, and Caitlyn sipped on the remainder of her second cocktail, alcoholic buzz making her body tingle deliciously. She rummaged through her handbag, finding a pack of cigarettes and her lighter.
“I’m going for a smoke, actually, if you don’t mind,” Caitlyn replied, standing up and flipping some hair behind her shoulder. She gave her date a coy look, continuing: “Unless you’d like to join me.”
***
They were standing in the stuffy smoking area a moment later, Caitlyn lighting her cigarette and taking a drag. Vi was watching her intently, perhaps too intently, fixated on the action Caitlyn was performing. Lithe fingers holding the cigarette as she brought it to her lipstick-painted lips and lit it, careful not to let the flame touch her almond-shaped nails. Cheeks hollowing as she filled her lungs with smoke and let the remaining out in an almost languid breath. Caitlyn looked back at her, tilting her head.
“Never seen someone smoke before, handsome?” The nickname alone almost made her brain short-circuit, her self-control slowly leaving her body the more Caitlyn spoke.
“You make it look so…” she wasn’t sure if she could continue, for fear of doing too much, but she decided to go for it anyway. The worst thing she could do was tell her to fuck off and never call her again. “Erotic.”
“Erotic?” Caitlyn asked, earning a nod from Vi. She was burning up, and Caitlyn was clearly taking advantage of her flustered state. She was in her comfort zone, easing herself into outright flirting with Vi. “I can do something better, if you’ll allow me.”
“Uh– yeah. Go for it,” Vi was almost in daze, drinking her date’s words in as if she was parched. She had no idea what Caitlyn was going to do, but if she was honest, she had been at her mercy since they had met up less than two hours prior.
Caitlyn proceeded to take another drag and gently cupped her face with a manicured hand, nails lightly digging into her skin, and leaned in. She heard a gentle ‘open your mouth’ from her counterpart, and Vi could only obey, their lips almost touching as Caitlyn blew smoke between her lips.
Electricity coursed through her body, as her hand found its place on Caitlyn’s hip, grabbing it for balance. If she leaned in, she could steal a kiss, get a taste of her assumedly expensive lipstick. She almost had it, until Caitlyn leaned back, a satisfied smirk on her lovely face.
“How was it?” she asked, and Vi could tell she was trying her best to hide her obvious arousal. This was the only sign she needed to allow herself to push it further.
“Do you want to go back to my car? I know a place,” Vi said, hand not having left her date’s hip. She let her thumb snake its way under the hem of her blouse, above the skirt’s waistline, and could feel goosebumps raising on her soft skin.
***
Vi had driven through the busy Piltover streets with a strong hand on Caitlyn’s bare thigh, almost digging her fingers in, and Caitlyn was growing less confident in her own self-control the further they were from the city, high rise buildings soon replaced by hills and a progressively smaller city, the closer they got to the overlook across the bridge.
The thumb gently stroking the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to where she truly wanted her date’s hands nearly drove her to insanity, want bubbling up in her body and sending a flash of arousal to her core.
She had almost requested Vi to drive her home and have her however she needed to in her bed, as respectable people would, but the thought of her two dogs ruining the moment had deterred her– and there was nothing respectable about this entire situation, she realized. In truth, she wanted this experience to be the polar opposite.
Once Vi parked in a seemingly conspicuous spot, away from onlookers but giving the two women a nice view of Piltover if the mood to enjoy it struck them. She then turned to Caitlyn but whatever she started saying was cut short as Caitlyn grabbed Vi by her shirt and leaned over the centre console, pressing their lips together and trapping her in a heated kiss.
As heated as it was, she kept the kiss short and pulled back almost as immediately, almost laughing at Vi’s frazzled state. Her eyes were shiny and bright, her cheeks bright red, and she felt warm to the touch.
“I’m sorry I– I’ve wanted to this all evening,” Caitlyn murmured, their faces close, noses nearly brushing. She snaked her hand up Vi’s neck, running a thumb over her lower lip. Thoughts of her mouth between her legs only made her more aggravated.
Vi simply shook her head, telling her she did not need to be apologizing and chasing her lips once more, hand cupping her face the same way Caitlyn had done to her back at the bar. This time though, she was holding her close, making the most of the cramped space they were sitting it, the affair growing more awkward as they went on. A laugh escaped Caitlyn when Vi hit the top of her head on the roof of the car as she tried getting closer to her, not realizing how little space they truly had.
“We should get in the back,” Caitlyn said between giggles, wiping the lipstick from Vi’s swollen lips. “Or you could drive us back to your place.”
“Fuck no,” Vi immediately replied, looking at Caitlyn who was wracked with humour at her genuine offense. She was drunk with need, and let Vi guide her out of the car and slide in the backseat, leaning back and tentatively spreading her legs for Vi to slide in between.
They wasted no time resuming their activities once settled in the backseat, Caitlyn unbuttoning her blouse as one of Vi’s hands found her thigh once more, unafraid of sliding it under Caitlyn’s skirt. Her other hand rested on the top of the backseat for balance, and Caitlyn’s hands were finally buried in that thick pink hair of hers. She had thought of playing with it, wondering what Vi’s reaction would be, and decided to let her impulsive thoughts take over. She gently trapped the strands between her fingers, and pulled.
“Fuck, baby,” Vi moaned, gripping her thigh, and Caitlyn gasped at the sheer force of it. “Don’t fucking do that,” she added hurriedly, nothing but pure need in her voice. Her lips were making their way south to her neck, as she nipped at the skin. Caitlyn knew bruises would bloom there soon enough, and she locked her thighs around Vi’s waist to bring her impossibly closer.
“Why, worried you’ll come from it?” Caitlyn half-moaned, feeling Vi’s hand grab onto the edge of her matching lace panties as she slid her tongue over her skin, a shiver coursing through her body. She lifted her hips slightly to let Vi slide the underwear down her legs, wetness sticking to it. Her arousal had completely taken over, no room left for embarrassment, and she spread her legs further for her lover.
“I nearly did when I saw you in that tight little skirt earlier,” Vi mumbled, too busy pulling the lace of her bra down with her teeth (Caitlyn almost lost it at the sight), and taking a pierced nipple hostage. She gently pulled, and Caitlyn cursed.
“Vi, please,” she begged, bucking her hips to get a semblance of friction. Every time she did it, Vi moved her hips back, and the frustration only piled up as she groaned.
“Tell me what you want,” Vi replied, having just swept her tongue across her nipple, making her way to the other one. She gave it the same treatment she had to the previous one, and Caitlyn was certain she would implode by the time she felt her touch where she craved it the most.
She pawed at Vi’s shirt, not wanting to vocalize her needs just yet, opting for a quick take this off, her counterpart quick to obey, exposing planes of muscle and taut skin once the damned shirt was discarded and out of their view. As it turned out, her tattoo covered nearly the entirety of her muscled back, ink connecting at her shoulders and down her arms, and she could not see the end of it beyond her waistline. The assumption of it taking up even more skin space turned her on even more.
Briefly, she wondered where the scars littering her upper body came from but before the questions could start, Vi lowered herself right between Caitlyn’s thighs, nipping at her skin. It was a tight fit in the back, Caitlyn’s long legs taking up most of it but finding the right angle had not been as difficult as either of them expected.
“Is that what you want?” Vi purred, looking up at her lover with unbridled lust in her eyes, and Caitlyn ran her fingers through her hair, nails lightly scratching her scalp. She could only nod, breath heavy and cheeks pink– she looked debauched, almost frazzled with need.
Vi’s lips slowly made their way to her pussy, leaving no skin untouched, and slowly ran the flat of her tongue across her core, staring right at her. Caitlyn nearly broke their eye contact, a wanton moan escaping her lips, but she was fixated on the way Vi was looking at her. As if she would betray her by looking away.
“Fuck– Vi–, oh god,” she lamented, trying her best not to start fucking her face in earnest as Vi continued her ministrations, pulling at pink strands and nearly bursting at strong hands keeping her thighs open. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs and ass, now sitting around her waist, her blouse was wide open and the lace of her bra had been pulled down to expose her bare breasts, nipple piercings gleaming under the dimmed car light. She felt horribly exposed, and the mere thought of strangers driving by, potentially discovering them in such a compromising position made her entire being ache.
She could feel the pressure building and she ground her hips against Vi’s mouth, who had resorted to letting her do whatever the hell she wanted, moaning appreciatively when Caitlyn pulled at her hair a little too hard, though the thought of reaching peak this way delayed her gratification.
She lightly tapped the top of Vi’s head and called out to her, and she begrudgingly pulled back, a strand of saliva still connecting them. She looked nearly as flustered as Caitlyn was, a satisfied smile on her face as she wiped her face from any remnants of her lover’s need.
“You alright, cupcake?” she asked, nothing short of sweet. Caitlyn snaked her hand at the back of her neck and pulled her up, kissing her as deeply as the angle allowed. Their tongues met, played together for a moment, and Caitlyn used the distraction to slide her hands down Vi’s front, grabbing her belt and unbuckling it.
“Let me touch you, please,” she simply said between kisses, and Vi gave her the green light with a nod, gasping when the pads of her fingers met her clit, and the wetness surrounding it. Caitlyn felt her way around, confidence slowly but surely bumping up as Vi unconsciously ground against her fingers, their lips meeting once more in a heated kiss.
As they kissed, tongues tangled and moans shared within the confined space, Vi’s hand was back between Caitlyn’s legs, stimulating her just as much as she was. She tentatively circled a finger at her entrance, and Caitlyn spared no time in taking it to the last knuckle, a whimper leaving her lips. Her hips matched the cadence of Vi’s hand, taking it as deep as she possibly could.
“More – Vi, fuck, more–” Caitlyn begged, and Vi obliged, sliding a second finger in, pumping them inside of her. Caitlyn knew she had gotten louder, fucking herself on Vi’s fingers while maintaining a similar pace as she touched her, pleasure building up at the deepest part of her. She was dangerously close to the edge, her forehead painted with a layer of sweat, pressed against Vi’s equally damp and warm skin.
“Fuck, I wish–” Vi started, before a shaky moan wracked through her, “I wish I had brought my strap,” she continued, kissing Caitlyn for good measure, before starting up again, running her mouth, “I could fuck you so good, bend you over,” Caitlyn didn’t catch much of whatever else she said, as she shook through her orgasm, a litany of curses leaving her lips.
It didn’t take much time for her lover to take suit, both women fucking into each other’s fingers for a moment, wanting to drag the pleasure out as much as they could.
They kissed throughout, bringing each other back down slowly. Caitlyn shuddered as Vi slid her fingers out, and to Caitlyn’s orgasm-induced disbelief, sucked them clean.
This was not going to be a one-time affair, she was sure of it.
They gave each other enough time to catch their breaths, as Vi delicately pushed the lace back over Caitlyn’s breasts with her index and thumb. The action, paired with Vi’s meek look on her face, made her explode into laughter.
“What?” Vi inquired, as Caitlyn was lost in her giggles.
“I just think–” she hiccupped, “I think it’s very polite of you. To care for what little modesty I have left,” she laughed, and Vi joined her in the laughter.
“You’re welcome, princess,” she replied, helping her slide her skirt back down and over her smooth, lightly bruised thighs. They clothed themselves back in relatively comfortable silence, their eyes meeting once they were done.
Caitlyn couldn’t help it; she leaned in and stole a kiss.
“Thank you,” she murmured against Vi’s lips. “We should do this again.”
Vi’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Yeah, I think we should.”
***
Their legs tangled in the backseat, they fell into easy conversation until Caitlyn let out the smallest, most polite yawn Vi had seen in her life, and she offered to drive her back to her city apartment.
They had kissed one final time at Caitlyn’s door, and Vi had promised to call her once she got home, as compromise for not staying for tea – she knew that if she stayed, she would have immense trouble leaving her.
She drove away, thoughts of blue hair and glossy lips in her mind, oblivious to the lacy pair of underwear wedged between the backseat and the car door she had discarded in a fit of passion.
She would have to see her again, after all.