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Vi is still wondering if she’s dreaming.
She had been sitting in Caitlyn’s office, waiting for her to get back, when a blast of blue *something* burst from the center of the room, knocking Vi off of her chair, and temporarily taking her vision. When she scrambled to her feet, hands raised in preparation to fight whatever the fuck just happened, she hears the click of a safety being turned off and is facing the business end of a very familiar rifle.
Caitlyn had stood in front of her, wearing a *top hat*, and her old enforcer’s uniform, looking beyond pissed off.
“Who are you,” she had demanded before Vi watched her eyes flicker, confusion crossing features that were her girlfriend’s but somehow completely *not*.
“Vi?”
Once Caitlyn had put away her gun, things didn’t get any clearer. Vi could barely ask the right questions to figure out what was going on, completely distracted by the fact that this woman was Caitlyn Kiramman, knew the same things Caitlyn did, but was different in a way that was so uncanny it scrambled Vi’s brain. It took some work, Caitlyn did her best to explain, but once Vi heard the words *Hextech*, she knew she was out of her depth.
She had brought this version of Caitlyn to Jayce, explaining what she knew, and now she’s outside of his office door, waiting for an answer.
It feels like it’s been hours before the door opens. Caitlyn looks confused, and a little scared, while Jayce is horrified and almost giddy.
“Well,” Jayce says to Caitlyn, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, “Vi will help you get settled.”
“Settled?” Vi asks, pushing off of the wall, “what’s going on?”
“Somehow, the crystals we use to make Hextech opened an… and excuse the lack of technicality, but a portal between realities.”
Vi laughs, but Jayce’s face doesn’t show any humor, more like awe.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I am not,” Jayce says, “this is Caitlyn, by all accounts, but from a different universe.”
Vi glances at her, to find Caitlyn already staring at her.
“You want me to get her *settled*?”
“She’ll need a place to stay until I can figure out a way to reverse whatever brought her here,” Jayce says, “or the other me in the other universe does.”
Vi shakes her head, looking up at the ceiling as she tries to take all of this in, and nodding. It doesn’t really matter what happened, Vi can’t help with any of that, but she can definitely set this Caitlyn up somewhere and make sure she’s safe.
“Fine,” Vi says, “come with me.”
“I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” Jayce promises them both, but puts his hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder.
“Please do,” Caitlyn says, and Vi can hear the subtle strain in her voice, “I need to get home.”
Vi gestures down the hall, and Caitlyn falls in step besides her. It’s quiet for several long minutes as Vi guides them from the university and onto the street for the short walk to Caitlyn’s place.
“Are you and your version of me in love too?”
Vi almost trips, turning to Caitlyn. It’s weird that even though this is, apparently, a different Caitlyn from a different reality, Vi can read her so easily. The micro expressions, the attempts to seem calm while she’s nervous, are as evident to Vi in her as they are in *her* Cait.
“Yeah,” Vi says, hands in her pockets, “yeah, we are.”
“How did you two meet?”
“She broke me out of prison.”
“*Prison*?”
“What?” Vi asks, defensive, “is your Vi too good for jail?”
“She’s an enforcer-“
Vi scowls, shaking her head.
“The less I know about your world the better,” Vi decides, “I’ll want to kick other-me’s ass.”
Caitlyn smiles at that, nodding as if her Vi would agree.
Vi shakes her head and opens the door for Caitlyn, leading her back to the office where they met. Caitlyn takes a seat at her desk, owning the space as if it’s truly *hers*, and Vi flops down in the chair, still trying to wrap her head around all of it.
“What happened to your lip?” Caitlyn asks, gesturing to the scar.
“Knife fight in prison,” Vi says, “well, not really a knife fight, I didn’t have a knife, but I got cut pretty good,” Vi traces the scar up, over her eye, to where it lines up with the one on her eyebrow. Caitlyn looks pained for one moment, biting the inside of her lip, before she nods.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, it was a long time ago.”
“No, I’m sorry, it’s impossible to not see her in you, but you’re so different too. She has the same tattoo, but it’s much larger, and her hair is lighter pink.”
Vi hums, not knowing what to say to that, crossing her arms. Caitlyn looks at her like she wants Vi to make the comparisons too, but the door opens behind her.
Oh fuck-
Cait’s familiar footsteps halt immediately inside of the door, and Vi groans as two guns are drawn at the same time. Vi stands between the two barrels, facing her girlfriend. Cait looks like she has seen a ghost, and Vi can’t blame her.
“Violet- why- who is that-“
“Cait, it’s okay,” Vi says, stepping in front of the gun as Cait tries to move the barrel around her, “it’s super weird, but I promise it’s okay.”
Vi glances over her shoulder to Caitlyn, but she has already lowered her gun. Caitlyn looks at Cait, lips parted, in a subtle shock that’s not nearly as fearful as Cait’s, with something simmering behind her eyes.
“Who is that?” Cait demands again.
“She’s you from another universe-“
“Are you *drunk*-“
“No- I swear- just sit down, I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Do you have tea?” Caitlyn pipes up behind her, and Vi tilts her head back in a sigh before walking over to the desk, turning on the electric kettle.
Cait sits down, gun by her side, and she doesn’t look away from Caitlyn for a moment.
Two cups of tea later, the weapons are stowed safely and Vi feels like her brain is melting. The two Caitlyn’s are chatting casually, talking about guns, their workouts, weird and niche hobbies that build and build until Vi can’t follow along anymore.
They’re different, their face shapes aren’t the same, their eye color is not the same, but their mannerisms are eerily similar. They both push their hair behind their ears in the same way, they gesticulate the same.
Would they kiss the same?
Vi blinks back to herself, shocked by the thought that drifted across her consciousness. She clears her throat and sits up, trying to prevent the next sequential thought and be fine with this.
Unfortunately, Cait looks over at her when she clears her throat, and she soon has both of their eyes on her.
“Stop it,” Vi laughs, trying to divert their attention, “it’s freaky when you both give me that look.”
“Which look?” Caitlyn asks, “my Vi clears her throat like that when she’s uncomfortable. How are you feeling about there being two of us?”
Cait’s cheeks blush, but she doesn’t look away from Vi. Cait is checking in silently, and when Vi looks away, Cait can read her just as easily as she can read her double.
“I don’t think she’s uncomfortable,” Cait says, talking to Caitlyn but her eyes never leave Vi, challenging and reassuring, “at least, not like that.”
Vi scowls as she watches realization break on Caitlyn’s face, watching it turn to curiosity, then Cait’s mirror.
“I’m not-“
“Your ears blush like my Vi’s do,” Caitlyn says, a smirk Vi hasn’t seen before (but is terrified of) curls the corner of her mouth, “is it for the same reason.”
Cait blushes and crosses her arms as Caitlyn leans forward, examining Vi with a slow drag of her eyes down, and back up.
“Would she be upset?” Cait asks, looking at Caitlyn.
“No,” Caitlyn says, “it *is* her, after all, and she would do the same in this one’s situation.”
“Hmm,” Cait considers something before both of them nod, and then stand in unison.
“You guys can’t keep doing that,” Vi protests as Cait offers Vi her hand.
Vi takes it, incredulous and still confused as to what’s going on, before Caitlyn’s fingers slide into her other hand. Vi’s eyes widen, but as she swallows thickly, she’s the first one to take a step forward.
Cait leads the way through the home to their shared bedroom. Vi drops her hand then, staring around, heart hammering in her chest as Caitlyn looks at her, still appraising, with a smile Vi has rarely seen on Cait’s face. She knows how hot Vi finds her, and is intentionally making it harder for Vi to do anything but want her. Cait only gets like this after a lot of building up, or a couple of glasses of wine, but seeing her with unbridled confidence is making any hesitation Vi had about this fade away.
“Vi,” Cait calls to her softly, and Vi turns to her girlfriend. Cait smiles at her softly, cradling her face in her hands.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” she murmurs, and Vi smiles, “any version of me loves every version of you, and I like to tease you sometimes.”
Vi’s heart melts, and she leans in to kiss Cait softly, feeling Cait smile against her lips too.
“I’m pretty sure I had this exact dream once,” Vi admits, “it’s crazy.”
“It is,” Cait agrees, kissing Vi once more before walking back, "lucky you."
Caitlyn approaches next and, after a nod from Cait, kisses Vi.
Vi’s breath hitches as Caitlyn kisses her. It’s, inexplicably, the *same* as how Cait kisses her. She’s excited, eager, and a little impatient, like Vi has been difficult on purpose, but it’s how her girlfriend kisses. Vi sighs and leans into the kiss, hand coming up to cup Caitlyn’s jaw, losing herself in it for a couple of moments before remembering her actual girlfriend is standing just feet away.
Vi opens her eyes and looks over to Cait. Cait’s nose is dusted with a soft blush, biting her lip as she watches, jealously absent from her eyes.
“We look beautiful when we kiss,” Cait breathes in a soft laugh, “Violet…”
Vi pulls Cait in for a kiss, moaning softly at her quiet squeak of surprise until her arms loop around Vi’s neck, and Vi pulls her closer. Cait has always been able to calm her mind, take over her thoughts entirely, and now is no different. It’s amplified, and when Vi pulls away to take a breath, Cait leans over and kisses Caitlyn instead.
Vi swears she must be dead, and she did something right to see heaven as her girlfriend kissing *herself*. They move in harmony, opposite and exact, no wasted movements as their lips and tongues caress and work to make the other gasp or moan. Vi knows her girlfriend, and how competitive she is, and the two are in a battle to be *better* at kissing. Vi has no clue who wins when they pull apart, panting, eyes heavy with lust, before they turn that gaze back on Vi.
Vi backs up until her knees hit the bed, sitting down heavily as Caitlyn walks between her legs, and Cait sits next to her, turning her head with a finger on her chin.
Cait moans against her lips, tongue parting Vi’s mouth as Caitlyn kisses her neck. It’s categorically unfair as Vi gets dizzy from the onslaught of her girlfriend’s love and attention. They work like they’re sharing a mind, and Cait leans back when Caitlyn starts to take off Vi’s shirt to help.
“*Oh*-*” Caitlyn gasps, hands sliding up Vi’s stomach, smoothing over her tits to cup them and show off the piercings, “my Violet doesn’t have these-“
Vi blushes, both feeling slightly objectified but also superior to her other self, when Caitlyn ducks down and sucks on her nipple, tongue rolling over the bar, and Vi curses into Cait’s mouth. She has one hand buried in Caitlyn’s hair, the other clinging to Cait’s shoulders, as both of them kiss her like they’ve been craving her.
Caitlyn leans up to kiss her, and Cait takes over her neck. Cait kisses to bruise, in the way that makes Vi moan as she tilts her head further back to help give Cait space. Caitlyn leans into the tilt rising up until she’s guiding Vi flat against the bed, Cait laying next to her to continue kissing her throat.
Vi gets a moment’s break when they both lean back, but Cait taking off her top and Caitlyn sliding off her dress takes whatever breath she had and then some. They both look at each other, reaching out to touch in a way that’s a little too self-indulgent to be completely exploratory, and Vi is more than happy to just lay and watch.
Cait walks towards the dresser, taking off her pants as she goes, while Caitlyn helps Vi out of her pants.
“I was almost expecting more piercings,” Caitlyn teases her, putting the pants down as she straddles Vi on the bed.
“Sorry to disappoint,” Vi smirks up at her, cupping Caitlyn’s cheek. Caitlyn turns her head to kiss Vi’s palm, holding it in her own hand like it’s something precious.
“You never disappoint, Violet,” Caitlyn’s sincerity makes Vi blush far more than the teasing, and the soft kiss to her tattoo makes her feel too seen. She turns her head to the side, unable to form a coherent thought as Caitlyn kisses down her neck again and Cait returns with a box of toys.
“Really?” Vi asks, Caitlyn nipping her collarbones, “two of you isn’t unfair enough, you want to bring *more* stuff into this?”
“Yes,” Cait says, stroking hair off of Vi’s face, “now, relax.”
“Relax?” Vi asks, perplexed, as Caitlyn slides down the bed, onto the floor, as Cait straddles her chest. Vi is happily silenced, head tilting up to look at Cait. Her hands press up Caitlyn’s hips, groping on her way to her tits.
Cait smiles at her, hands on top of Vi’s as she massages them against her chest, and Vi nods to give Cait the additional permission she needs to lean up and guide her cunt against Vi’s lips.
Vi moans as she leans up, arms coming around Cait’s thighs to pull her down onto her face, tongue spreading Caitlyn apart, pressing inside of her, and Cait’s breath hitches. Vi smirks and holds her down, teasing her tongue where she knows Cait loves, flicking over her clit to make her thighs tighten around her head before returning to pushing inside.
Vi’s legs spread for more leverage, and she feels a hand against her inner thigh. Vi stiffens, but Cait pets through her hair.
“I’m just getting a toy ready,” Caitlyn says, and it’s disorienting to hear Caitlyn’s voice between her legs while she’s also on her face, “a feeldo, it’s the blue one you.”
Vi’s breath hitches as Caitlyn eases the larger bulb inside of her, and she reaches down to adjust it herself to make sure it’s comfortable.
“Oh *Vi*,” Cait rocks her hips, and Vi is having fewer and fewer opportunities to breathe as Cait grips her hair tighter.
Caitlyn straddles her waist and Vi’s grip tightens on Cait’s thighs as Caitlyn eases herself onto the toy, pressing it deeper into Vi, and making Vi tighten around it as she begins to ride. Vi moans, pace stuttering as she hears Caitlyn moan in time with Cait.
“Vi- let go-“ Cait pants, pulling against her.
Vi does as she’s told, worried for only a moment as Cait gets off of her face to only turn around and get comfortable again. Vi can hear her moans muffle between kisses, and Vi’s hips buck in a shock of arousal. Caitlyn gasps at the thrust of the toy, making Cait laugh, and Vi absolutely dizzy. It’s all she can do to try and balance both of these sensations, the pleasure coursing through her, the taste of Cait on top of her, the feeling of thrusting into Caitlyn at the same time.
She can feel Cait getting close. Her legs shiver more frequently, her hips shy away whenever Vi’s tongue circle her clit because it’s getting so sensitive, and Vi takes a deep breath before leaning in. Her lips encircle Cait’s clit, tongue working in sharp flicks, making Cait cry out and hunch over, clinging to Caitlyn for support.
“Vi- yes- *yes*-“ Cait gasps, “there- oh- there-!”
Cait’s thighs tighten until Vi’s breath is cut off, trembling as they try to squeeze further before her orgasm makes them jump together once more and then go lax. Cait pulses around her tongue, and Vi licks her through it until Cait is sliding off of her face.
Caitlyn bends down to kiss the mess away, replacing the breath in her lungs with her own, and Vi hugs her tightly as she rides the feeldo.
“More,” Caitlyn moans into her mouth, “Violet- fuck me-“
Vi nearly cums from the demand alone, using the energy to flip them over. Vi works her hips in harsh, deep, thrusts that fuck the voice from Caitlyn’s throat, soft, surprised, gasps replacing that confidence. Vi buries her face against Caitlyn’s neck, teeth settling against her pulse in a harsh bite, anticipating the nails that dig into her shoulders seconds later. They’re sharper than Cait’s and Vi swears they draw blood as Caitlyn’s legs squeeze around her waist, cumming with the same breathy moans as Cait.
Vi gasps and slowly leans back, Cait’s hands smoothing over the burning lines from Caitlyn’s nails. Vi slowly pulls back, looking at the red mark on her neck, and knowing the her in the other universe is going to bend over backwards to cover it with her own.
Cait pulls Vi up, kissing her, energy coming back to her from the short break, and Vi bumps against the strap she’s wearing.
“Let me taste her first,” Caitlyn sits up, pushing to her hands. Cait nods her permission and Vi feels a little bit like a toy, something to be talked about, not talked to, and she’s worried about discovering new parts of herself as she sits back down on the bed.
Vi scoots up to the headboard, Cait sits down beside her, as Caitlyn lays flat on her stomach. Vi sighs, sensitive, as Caitlyn licks her cunt, tasting how slick she is, before leaning in properly. Vi exhales harshly, tilting her head to the side as she lazily kisses Cait, soaking in Cait’s afterglow and her slower build. Vi should be apprehensive, but she’s too relaxed to really think about what it means when Caitlyn eats pussy *contemplatively*.
“My Violet really likes this…” Caitlyn murmurs, almost to herself as she runs a finger against her cunt.
Vi lifts her hips, trying to help with the angle as Caitlyn gathers slick.
“do you…”
Caitlyn eases the lubed finger against her ass and Vi gasps, knees leaping together and arching off the bed, Caitlyn’s lips against her clit and finger in her ass making her cry out in the shock of pleasure she has *never* felt before.
“She *does*.”
Vi moans as Caitlyn turns her wrist, leaning into Cait to kiss her desperately as Caitlyn fucks her with a finger in her pussy and one in her ass, tongue swirling against her clit.
“Oh fuck-“ Vi’s voice is tight, “oh *fuck*- cupcake-“
Vi has to break the kiss as she tilts her head back, neck tight as she presses against the headboard, heartbeat picking up as her voice cracks and she cums, chin tucking against to her chest as she looks down at Caitlyn, slightly in awe as she gently pulls her fingers out and kisses her clit.
“I’ll be trying that next time,” Cait whispers to Vi, making her laugh weakly, as Caitlyn uses a towel in the toy box to wipe off her hand.
“You better,” Vi huffs, still dizzy, as she moves. She’s exhausted, blissed out, but Cait’s hand on her side is pulling her forward over her lap.
Vi spreads her legs to straddle Cait’s lap, sighing as she slowly sinks down on the toy. Cait smiles up at her, eyes flicking over her shoulder to give Vi a heads up as Caitlyn’s hands smooth over her stomach, groping her chest.
“I love them,” Caitlyn murmurs, playing with the bars through her nipples.
Cait smiles and leans in to kiss Caitlyn, then Vi.
“I do too,” Cait says, making Vi shiver with the soft praise, “come on, my darling, can you use your strong legs and ride me?”
Vi huffs, managing a weak glare, knowing Cait is pushing her buttons on purpose but helpless to do anything but meet the challenge head on. She leans forward, rocking her hips to work herself up to it before rising and sitting on the toy. Vi’s head rolls back, supported by Caitlyn’s shoulder, and Cait reaches between them to rub her clit.
“A-ah-“ Vi is so sensitive, so *held*. Cait has one hand on her thigh, one rubbing her clit, while Caitlyn plays with her tits and kisses her neck. It’s overwhelming, overstimulating, and Vi feels completely lost in the sensation of all three of their bodies.
She loses track of everything. She forgets whose hands are whose and where they are, taken in the movement of skin on skin, the sound of breath on breath, until it crests into encompassing pleasure. Vi shakes with the intensity of it, lifting off of the toy to fall backward against Caitlyn once she’s too sensitive to stay still.
Caitlyn gently lifts her to lay on the bed, stroking her hair, caressing her cheek, as Cait takes off the strap.
“Beautiful, Vi,” Caitlyn coos, smiling at her, “you did so well for both of us.”
“My darling,” Cait sits on her other side, laying down, draping her arm over her stomach as she gets comfortable.
Vi’s brain tries to reboot, taking her time with her eyes closed, when there’s a loud *WHOOM*, a shock panicking Vi to sitting. There’s a blue fizzling in the air, and Caitlyn is gone.
“What-“ Cait sits up, staring around, “what was that?”
Vi winces as she pushes herself up onto her knees, looking around the room. Caitlyn’s clothes are gone, as is her gun, and Vi flops back on the bed.
“That’s kind of how she showed up,” Vi mumbles, brain too foggy to think about it, “she’s probably gone now.”
“Probably? Just like that? What happened? Should we tell someone-“
“Cait- baby-“ Vi takes her forearm, “I just got double-teamed by you and another you. Give me an hour before I start thinking about reality switching, okay?”
Cait pouts, kissing Vi’s cheek.
“Twenty minutes,” she proposes, “then I’m going to talk to Jayce.”
“Fine,” Vi yawns, pulling Cait down to the bed, curling up against her chest, “twenty minutes…”
***Caitlyn gasps as she stumbles, feeling as if she has been dropped from the second story. Her knees ache, her skin is still hot, but she’s somehow fully dressed and holding her gun. She looks around, panting, as she’s in the exact same place she was when she left.
“Caitlyn!”
Caitlyn turns, gun up, before seeing Vi, *her* Vi, jogging towards her with that confident smile.
“We kicked some serious ass, good run, cupcake,” she laughs, but her smile and her stride fades as her eyes lock in to the side of her neck. Caitlyn reaches up to touch it, wincing at the dull pain left by Vi’s teeth.
“You’re going to want to sit down for this,” Caitlyn sighs, but her smile is fond, “I don’t want you passing out with a bloody nose when you hear what I just experienced.***