Chapter Text
“Fuck cupcake.”
Vi scrambles to keep her hold on the desk, nails curling and damn near splintering the mahogany as she does so. Papers discarded on the floor, some still curling and falling through the air, a once neat pile of folders is strewn messily across the desk in front of her. The hand on her back pushes her further down into them, chin knocking against the wood, a rueful grin tears its way across her face.
Another harsh thrust sends her hips further into the edge of the desk, the wooden legs screeching quietly against the floor.
Caitlyn’s breath is warm on the back of her neck and Vi can feel more than hear her breathless chuckle.
Her fingers keep up a steady pace, curling just right, Vi groans quietly as molten heat in the pit of her stomach grows and her legs begin to shake. It’s so good, it’s always so good. Mind-numbingly perfect even though she knows how highly unprofessional it is to have your brains fucked out during work. But hey, it’s not her fault she must’ve looked especially good today. Unfortunately, the room isn’t soundproof, so she has to be careful, but the sinful sounds of her wetness clenching around Caitlyn’s fingers, isn’t helping their case.
She’s close.
Caitlyn of course notices, they’ve done this too many times for her, not too. She tsks quietly and begins to slow down, moving agonizingly slowly and Vi can fucking hear herself on the other woman’s fingers.
Holy-
She swears under her breath, letting her head tip forwards to rest against the desk, fingers slackening only momentarily and she tries to push her hips back into Caitlyn’s. The hand on her back keeps her down and the other hand, the hand Vi is much more fond of at this current time, casually moves in and out, like they’ve got all the time in the world.
They don’t. Vi’s lunch break ends in ten minutes.
Caitlyn laughs, enjoying herself, sliding the hand up to her shoulder and leaning even closer, lips against Vi’s ear.
“Was there a problem darling?”
That fucking word.
Vi hisses quietly as the fingers curl slowly, “you know damn well,” she spits out through gritted teeth. “You’re the one that pulled me in here. You want me so bad cupcake,” she turns her head, cheek resting on the desk as she bares her teeth in a sharp grin.
The other woman’s eyes flash with something, pupils blown, strands of hair falling out of her usually perfect bun, cheeks flushed. Nobody else gets to see her like this.
“You have to be quiet,” she says in her sheriff voice, which isn’t fair, and it sends a small gush of wetness right into her hand. The smirk on her face is so annoyingly cocky, because she knows exactly what Vi likes. Then she tilts her head and oh, no this is a trap. Her fingers begin to pick up the pace again and Vi’s mouth falls open, her reply faltering and dying on her tongue.
Caitlyn’s voice drops, it’s softer now, lighter, “can you do that for me?” Eyes searching Vi’s, fingers curling inside of her at an insanely fast pace. She couldn’t reply even if she wanted to, her hands grip the edge of the desk again, arms stretched in front of her, hips knocking into the desk again, again, again and again with each thrust.
The inside of her thighs are wet, and she lets out a chocked gasp when she feels Caitlyn’s thumb brush over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut, room filled with the sounds of Vi getting fucked within an inch of her life. Caitlyn’s quiet praises whispered into her ear, encouraging her, fingers pounding from behind, a tug in her stomach and liquid warmth spreading through her.
She comes with a quiet gasp, body tensing before collapsing into the desk. Caitlyn shushes her and slowly pulls her fingers out, raising her body up from where she had previously been pinning Vi down against the desk. Vi gasps, flexing out her hands before attempting to stand upright.
Key word: attempting.
Her knees immediately buckled, but before she could hit the floor, familiar hands catch her and push her back to land in the desk chair that had previously been behind Caitlyn. It’s a large leather thing, far too fancy fancy shmancy for Vi’s liking, but the coolness of the seat does wonders for her bare ass and legs. She sighs, tipping her head back to look up at the ceiling. What a sight she must be, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, her jacket half torn off her shoulders, pants around her ankles, sat with her legs open wide and bent at the knees, no doubt showing off the glistening mess that Caitlyn left.
Speaking of, Vi watches as the other woman raises an amused brow at her, before turning to the sink in the corner of the office, washing her right, gloveless hand. She dries it and picks up the discarded glove up and off of the floor. Vi remembers how Caitlyn had bit the tip of one of the fingers with her teeth and torn it off, throwing it over her shoulder in a rush to be inside of Vi as quickly as possible. She now bends in front of the mirror, fixing her hair before settling her white beret back on top.
“Missed me then huh?” Vi says smugly, and a little breathlessly.
Caitlyn’s eyeroll in the mirror is affectionate as she straightens up and turns to cross the room, tossing Vi the goggles she didn’t even remember taking off.
“Your absence was noted in the office,” she says impassively, “besides, I saw you three days ago.”
“Well cupcake, somethin’ got you real worked up in those three days,” she smiles, admiring the way Caitlyn perches on the edge of her desk, long legs stretched out in front of her. Fuck she can’t wait until they’re both far away from here and she can get reacquainted with them properly. “What, got another marriage proposal?”
Caitlyn scoffs but it’s not entirely untrue. She’s the most sought-after woman in Piltover. The city’s top bachelorette. Sherrif of Piltover, heir to house Kiramman, best shot in all of Runeterra (in Vi’s opinion anyway) and legs for days. People are just waiting for her to be married off.
Knowing her, she probably got at least two more love letters in the mail during Vi’s absence.
“How is Ekko, I forgot to ask,” she hums thoughtfully, straightening up her paperwork, while looking at Vi out the corner of her eye, very obviously doing her very best to not look down.
“Yeah, because you were too busy ravishing me,” Vi snorts, shifting in the chair, “I mean honestly cupcake, where is your workplace professionality, you’re my boss, I could go to the ethics office with this."
Caitlyn bites back a grin and narrows her eyes at her, “firstly, I strongly recall you entering my office and asking if I’d had lunch, if not, then you brought lunch to me and then made a very obscene gesture-”
“It wasn’t that obscene-”
“With your hips. Secondly, you can go to the ethics office if you can tell me what floor it is on.”
Ah crap.
Vi chews the nail of her thumb thoughtfully.
“Eleven.”
“There’s only seven floors in the building darling.”
“Fuck.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes again and she wonders if it must hurt to do that so much. Dark blue eyes glance at the clock on the wall and Vi groans lowly, bending down to pull up her pants, wincing at the uncomfortable cold patch on her underwear. Her pants are creased, stiff, urgently needing a wash, they’re her only work ones and she’s been stuck in them the past few days, her boots too. Steel tipped but mud splattered so much you would never be able to tell the original color of them.
Whereas Caitlyn, is the very embodiment of what the Sherriff of Piltover should look like. Collar straight, ironed, Vi doesn’t think she’s ever ironed something in her life. Her boots polished so often that they’re probably clean enough to eat off of. There’s not a goddamn hair out of place.
She struggles with the zipper of her pants. “Ekko’s fine, the Firelights are doing good work. He’s just worried about a new branch of wannabe Chem-barons, I got the file on my desk.”
“There’s always more.”
Vi snorts, yanking the zipper up and down, the stupid thing won’t budge. Finally, it slides up and she sighs, “well cut off one head-”
“Two will grow in its place,” Caitlyn nods, picking up the lamp Vi had knocked off her desk.
Damn they really did a number in here huh?
She pulls her jacket properly back onto her shoulders, it’s not an enforcer one, so thankfully there’s less buckles and stupid high collars she needs to sort out. “Exactly. However, the people of Zaun have more agency now, there’s less people having to work out of desperation, meaning the Chem-barons aren’t doing good. Can’t succeed and can’t make profit without cheap labor.”
The Undercity was impoverished and neglected by Topside, making it easy for Chem-barons like Silco to exploit the people down there. The promise of money and power is always appealing when you’re lacking in both, and back then; well, up until about 8 months ago, everyone in the undercity was. However recent liberations have changed that.
Zaun is yet to be its own independent state, there’s still discussions within the council whether or not that would be ideal. Many claim that Piltover has false interests, they don’t care about the people of the Undercity, they never did, why could they now? Other’s fear that Zaun is too unstable to suddenly be thrust into independence. There is no independent government, with that comes the worry of who may come into power.
The appointment of two Zaunite council members has arguably been the largest change, with three dying in the attack last year and another leaving all their duties, spaces cleared up, and Mel Medarda was more than open to hearing Caitlyn out.
Ekko had been considered for it, though he ultimately turned it down, preferring to stay in the Undercity and work closely with its people. Though the council consider him an Ambassador, his work is invaluable, as his knowledge of the inner workings of the Undercity.
But that’s where Vi comes in.
Her job title is…undecided? Deputy would be the official term but she doesn’t wear the uniform, refused to wear it in fact. The badge on her waist feels as though it burns through to her skin sometimes. She is not of Piltover but is also not of Zaun, Caitlyn described her as a bridge between the two. She’s arguably the only “enforcer” that the people of the Undercity would trust. Everyone knows who she is, she doesn’t even need the stupid badge. It’s mainly just to flaunt in snooty Topsiders faces when they try shit with her.
It's why she’s back and for between the two cities, giving updates to Ekko and the Firelights about Piltover and the force. Then she gives the council and the force updates about the Undercity. Ekko only travels up to Piltover for council meetings once a month or during times of crisis, so Vi relays any information he wants passed on for him.
It’s rocky but it works, for now it works.
She rounds the side of the desk, wiping the back of her mouth and smoothing out her hair, hoping it doesn’t look like she was just fucked by the Sherriff in her office.
“And…Jinx?”
Vi pauses and turns back to look at Caitlyn, who is nonchalantly wiping her chair where Vi was just sitting with her handkerchief.
“Nothin’ Ekko thinks she’s gone someplace else.”
Caitlyn hums and nods, straightening up. “Oh…and how are you feeling about that?”
Popping her jaw Vi lets out an amused puff of air, “we don’t have to do this.”
It’s true. She’d be glad to leave it as it is.
Caitlyn frowns, conflicted and she pulls at her fingers. A nervous habit that Vi had only recently picked up on. She never does it in front of other enforcers though.
“Well, she’s your sister.”
“She almost killed your mom,” Vi scoffs, “you don’t gotta pretend to care cupcake.”
“Key word: almost, lucky for us, she built a shoddy bomb,” she smiles weakly, though she’s paled significantly since the conversation had started. “My mother was lucky, some of the others weren’t. Jinx is still a wanted criminal, I won’t deny that I have my own personal grievances with her, but she is your family Vi. It’s a complicated situation.”
And that’s not even the half of it.
The clock on the wall tells her that she’s five minutes over her time for lunch, no doubt her coworkers will be giving her shit for it when she gets back. She rolls her neck, joints popping, and stuffs her hands in her jacket pockets as Caitlyn strolls past her to the door, cracking it open a smidge before stopping Vi with a hand to her chest.
Her best friend’s eyes are on her face and Vi doesn’t know if she’s going to kiss her or comment on the new scar on her chin.
A gloved thumb swipes at her lip, Caitlyn looks at her with an amused expression. “Did you get a Jericho’s before coming up here?” She whispers playfully.
Vi nods sagely, “’ts where I spend most my wages cupcake,” she murmurs back into the space between them. “Was gonna bring you some, but I know you Pilties don’t have an appreciation for that slop.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, hand leaving her face and she fixes her with a more serious look.
“There’s paperwork on your desk, I need it on my desk by the time you leave here tonight. No scribbles this time Vi, I mean it.”
She pauses, dropping her voice even lower. Hand skimming Vi’s waist. “I’ll be done at 7, if you wanted to come over, perhaps. No worries if not, I’m sure you’ve missed your own bed.”
Vi’s gone three days without seeing Caitlyn, and this thing they’ve had going on for about 6 months has annoyingly left her kind of needy.
So, she nods, shooting Caitlyn a cocky grin, “I’ll be there when you get back.”
Caitlyn nods shortly and pulls the door open, giving them a full view of the floor and the rows of desks before them. A few nosy officers perk up to try and get a peek at them, before returning back to their papers. She gives Vi a pointed look and she takes the hint, winking discreetly at Caitlyn and sauntering her way over to her desk.
And if her legs are a little bit shaky on the way over, nobody dares to comment on it.
xXx
The ink from her pen smudges again under her hands and she curses under her breath, trying to wipe away at the streaks, only making them bigger. Now you can’t even tell which box she ticked, looks like she got over enthusiastic and ticked all of them. That, along with her barely coherent chicken scratch writing, her reports always look like a mess.
In her defense, being in prison for seven years, doesn’t really give you the time to practice your calligraphy.
She chews on the end of her pen, metal squeaking under her teeth, as two shadows cover up the light coming through the giant ass windows to her right. Great, just what she needs.
“Mir, Kepple,” she nods, reclining back in her chair, kicking her boots up onto the desk and she can imagine Caitlyn’s scowl if she ever saw it. “Any reason you’re disturbing my hard work?”
Kepple leans forward and glances at her paper, “you spelt pacify wrong.”
She clicks her tongue and shrugs.
“That why you came over? Cos I know you Pilties get some sick healthcare benefits, but I sure as hell know supervision isn’t one of them,” she points her pen to his desk across the large room. “Unless you’ve got binoculars hidden in that thing…”
Kepple’s pointed ears twitch, and his orange eyes look her up and down dubiously.
“All enforcers carry binoculars, it’s a requirement.”
Mir nods and pats the side of her utility belt. One of the compartments is a larger pouch than the others, the perfect size for a small pair of binoculars or a spyglass.
Vi nods appraisingly “huh.”
The two glance at each other, seemingly having a silent argument, despite Vi being sat right in front of them. With Kepple’s head jerk towards her, Mir rolls her eyes and elbows him sharply. She glances back over her shoulder to Caitlyn’s office, where the door remains closed.
It’s funny how scared they all are of her.
When all Vi knows her as is cupcake.
God, Caitlyn would kill her if she called her that in front of the others.
“Well, it’s just,” she rushes out before stopping and sighing, nibbling her lip nervously and shuffling closer. “Maddie seemed to be speaking to Sheriff Kiramman more than usual, like she was taking advantage of your absence.”
Vi frowns, looking at them before slowly sliding her gaze over to where Maddie sits at her desk, conveniently close to Caitlyn’s office.
“So?”
The two blink, and glance at each other.
“We thought you ought to know,” Kepple raps his knuckles on her desk as Mir nods in agreement. “That’s your woman, it isn’t right to-”
Huh?
Vi raises a hand, cutting him off. She levels them both with a hard stare, trying to see if they’re fucking with her. Then she looks around the room and sees everyone else with their heads down, minding their own business.
“Me and Cait-Sheriff Kiramman aren’t together guys,” she says slowly. “She’s not my woman,” she does air quotes around the last word and they both look at her incredulously. Immediately they begin talking over each other and she shushes them, like they’re bickering siblings.
Mir snaps her head back to look at Caitlyn’s office, and then Vi. “You’re not dating?”
“No.”
Kepple snorts and rubs his neck in a suggestive fashion whilst nodding at Vi, “does she know that?”
Heavy boots hit the floor as she straightens up, jaw set.
“The fuck are you implying Kepple?”
He taps his neck again and when she looks at Mir, the other woman blushes and hands Vi a compact silver mirror. Slowly she snaps it open and angles it towards her face, “seriously guys what am I looking at here-” she trails off when she sees it.
A hickey.
Caitlyn Kiramman left a hickey on her neck.
“Huh,” she snaps the mirror shut and hands it back. “Burnt myself,” she shrugs, scooching her chair closer to the desk, feigning interest in the same piece of paperwork that she’s been stumped on for over an hour.
“On what?”
She crosses something out with her pen, “hot steam, was looking into some abandoned shimmer factories, turns out they’re not as abandoned as we thought.”
“And that hot steam just managed to get that one little section-”
“The perfect mouth shaped bit-”
“It’s a little hard to believe-”
“Are you sure you’re not dating?”
Oh, she’s sure. Are they having sex most days of the week? Yes. She also has a room in the Kiramman estate, despite owing her own flat which she never uses. They also commute together in the mornings unless Caitlyn has a morning meeting. They’re also partners in the field. Vi’s the only one who’s allowed to touch Caitlyn’s rifle and Caitlyn is the only one allowed to help with Vi’s wraps. Sure, Vi makes her laugh, the uptight sheriff of Piltover giggles over coffee in the breakroom and maybe, just maybe other enforcers caught a glimpse of her leaning onto Vi’s shoulders after a long shift.
But they’re not dating.
That was made clear from the beginning.
xXx
Vi stands opposite Caitlyn in the sewers. Their strike team left with the blubbering mess they’d found tied up down here, his intel potentially leading them to Jinx. The thought of seeing her sister again after everything that had happened was…well, she had conflicting emotions about it all.
By some kind of miracle, Caitlyn’s mother had survived the blast, though not without injury. It took weeks for her to wake up and when she did the very first thing, she told Caitlyn to do was fix her posture, so immediately they all let out a sigh of relief. The recovery would be a long one, Tobias had informed his wife, and she’s likely be left with a walking aid for the rest of her life. She took it surprisingly well.
Councilors Hoskil, Bolbok and Salo all died in the blast. Jayce had immediately resigned, determined to be by Viktors side whilst he recovered. Apparently, they just work together? Even though Vi was under the impression that they were dating, but whatever. Mel and councilor Shoola, along with Cassandra had immediately began discussing actions moving forward. Prior to her waking up, Medarda and Shoola had agreed to Caitlyn’s proposal of a strike team to try and bring in Jinx, wanting to grab her separately and avoid conflict with Zaun as a whole.
Their searches had been fruitless, until one day, they got a tip and they went down. Vi had thrown up twice that morning. Once when she saw herself in the enforcer unform, the second when they went down to the Undercity and a Zaunite kid had flinched at the sight of her.
She just wanted this over and done with.
“Everyone in my life has changed. Promise me you won’t change,” she squeezes her eyes shut, ducking her head. She hears quiet footsteps and gasps when she feels Caitlyn’s gloved hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes snap open, her breathing increases as she looks into dark eyes. But Caitlyn’s eyes are looking somewhere else entirely, fixated on her lips. She leans in, glances up at her, then leans in again and pauses, giving Vi the chance to move away if she wanted to.
Her lips are softer than Vi could’ve ever imagined, smooth against Vi’s own chapped ones. They kiss twice, slowly before Caitlyn pulls away, thumb stroking at her cheekbone.
“I won’t.”
Hand on her thigh, other hand on the buzzed part of Vi’s hair. Dark eyes still on her lips and Vi’s never felt desire like this before. She’s used to being looked at. There’s no privacy in prison, and there were a lot of interested women. But this?
Her chest heaves and she releases the hold on her gauntlets, letting the heavy metal crash to the ground and she pulls Caitlyn in, arms wrapping around her waist, head tipping up to meet her halfway. Caitlyn sighs happily against her lips, hand scratching at Vi’s hair and they stay there for longer than what would be considered professional.
But the tip was a bust.
Jinx wasn’t there, she wasn’t anywhere.
Caitlyn insisted they continued to search. Eyes sharp and hungry, lips soft and welcoming. It began to eat her alive. This thing they started, it was all too heavy to acknowledge the implications of it. So casual, fun.
Stress relief.
It should’ve felt weird, but it didn’t. They still hung out, still teased each other and then just happened to also end the days with earth shattering sex.
Three months in, they call off the search. Officially declaring Jinx gone. At this point great progress has already been made between Zaun and Piltover, so why not focus their attention on the people there, instead of someone whose location is unknown and may stay unknown forever.
Vi hung up the uniform. Dedicated to still helping, but not whilst wearing that.
Caitlyn understood. At first, she didn’t, and they argued. Then she apologized and demonstrated just how sorry she was to Vi.
God she was sore the next morning, but in a good way.
So, it’s causal.
But they never really acknowledge it, other than it’s not strings attached. They don’t go over any rules other that they made an effort to not advertise it to everyone they knew, trying to keep it on the down low, obviously they weren’t doing a fantastic job at it.
When Kepple and Mir walked back to their own desks, with their tails between their legs, it left Vi somewhat dumbfounded and totally unable to focus on her paperwork. She watched everyone else in the office with narrowed eyes, picking up on the way Maddie quietens whenever she’s near, or the way some of the other’s glance over at her and then Caitlyn’s office, during their hushed conversations.
5 o’clock rolls around and as she stands with about half of the room to clock out, she feels their eyes on her back as she makes a beeline to Caitlyn’s office. Some shooting her knowing looks, some disapproving ones, but plenty of smirks.
She raps her knuckles on the door before opening it and casually swings around the doorframe. Caitlyn looks up, pen in hand and a perfectly arched brow, awaiting Vi’s words.
Vi jerks her thumb over her shoulder, “that’s me clocking out.”
Caitlyn nods slowly, “yes, you’ve finished at 5 every day that you’ve worked here,” an amused smile on her face. She looks somewhere over Vi’s shoulder, smile faltering slightly. “Is something the matter?”
“I-” Vi starts but cuts herself off with the shake of her head, “nah, I’ll see you later yeah?”
Caitlyn nods and returns back to her work, Vi stares at her best friend for second and hesitates, before closing the door behind her. She follows the others into the locker room, wrenching her one open and tossing her jacket in there, along with the provided blade that came with the job, it’s not like she even needs the thing anyway. She swaps her work jacket for her red one, pulling it on over her shoulders.
Bending over, she’s half in her locker as she rummages around the trash in there. Though she lets out a happy noise when her fingers wrap around an uneaten breakfast bar, she tears the wrapper off and sticks it in her mouth.
Aw crap, it’s stale.
She straightens up and slams the locker shut, jumping about three feet in the air when she sees Kepple stood behind where the door was.
“What the fuck man?”
“Are you sure you’re not dating? It’s just, there’s a lot of bets going around the office and-”
xXx
Vi will never get used to entering the Kiramman estate through the front doors. She’d gotten so used to entering through Caitlyn’s balcony, even when she was first given a room here, she’d rather scale the building than use the front door.
The guard there doesn’t even bat an eye at her, instead opening the door for her and greeting her good evening. Permanence is a fairly new concept to her; one she’s struggling to grasp. But no matter how welcome the Kiramman’s try to make her, she can’t help but feel as though she’s always intruding. She’s reminded how she doesn’t belong up here every time she sits down for dinner with them, and stares at the several different knives and forks. She feels guilty anytime she sees Cassandra Kiramman hobble around the grounds, or suddenly stops to clutch at her leg.
She also feels anger.
Anger that her biggest worry in life right now is what fork to use for what dish. Something so trivial. How Topsiders biggest worries are about their silverware or which new piece of Hextech to invest in, when a Zaunites biggest worry is whether or not their parents are coming home tonight, or if they’ll have enough food for the week.
Things are progressing, they’re moving and she’s happy for it, she really truly is. She’s just struggling to find her place.
Vi trudges up the marble stairs (again her point, marble stairs?) and begins to navigate her way through the maze of the house. Her room is just down the hall from Caitlyn’s, it’s a stupidly massive room. She throws her jacket over the back of a chair and showers quickly. The showers here are probably bigger than her childhood bedroom, though she has no idea why, what else could someone do in here other than wash?
But you’ll never hear her complaining about the massive shower head and hot water.
Toweling off her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. She’s gained weight. Her face is less pale and gaunt, collarbones aren’t as prominent, the upside of seeing regular sunshine and eating fresh food instead of scraps. She’s also bulked up, her arms shapelier, and it’s not just for show. Caitlyn has an appreciation for them, both when they pick her up and when Vi is on top, an arm bent near Caitlyn’s head and the other woman bites into the thick muscle there, to stop herself from shouting out too loudly.
Her stomach too, the impressive v cut, the defined abdominal muscles. She looks good, healthy.
After a generous amount of self-appreciation and flexing, she changes into some softer lounge pants, putting her white tank top from before back on and then collapsing onto her bed, staring up at the dark blue canopy above her bed. Stomach full, she’d picked something up on the way back, street food. Well, as close to street food as Piltover does, it still felt like fine dining when she’d ordered it, nothing compared to what Jericho would whip up for her.
Sighing, she rolls over onto her stomach, eyes landing on the pile of clothes in the corner of her room, the laundry basket right next to them.
Her aim isn’t the best.
That’s Powder's thing-Jinx’s thing.
Most of her stuff is here, what little she owns. The apartment in Zaun is close to the Firelights hideout, though now it’s less of a hideout and more so official headquarters and is barely big enough to fit her bed.
The single mattress, on a rickety wooden frame, goes from wall to wall. There’s a small dresser holding spare clothes and a rusty emergency pair of gauntlets kicked under the bed, similar to her old mans ones. But that’s it really.
Caitlyn had insisted she decorate her room in Piltover though. It’s mostly weights and exercise gear, a lamp that Caitlyn thought was super ugly so Vi bought it to spite her (it is horrendous though). She doesn’t have any family portraits or heirlooms, she had nothing from her previous life when she left prison, so starting anew felt odd. It’s a strange feeling coming to the realization that you own nothing of sentimental value.
That if your house burned down tomorrow, your biggest worry would be finding a new place to stay, not about the stuff you lost.
The grandfather clock out in the hallway chimes, and she realizes that Caitlyn must not be far, so she clambers off of her bed and pads down the hall to the other woman’s room. It’s a part of her routine now and-
“Violet.”
She jumps and raises her fists, turning to meet the gaze of a very unimpressed Cassandra Kiramman. Vi clears her throat and awkwardly drops her hands, smoothing out her lounge pants.
“Mrs Kiramman.”
“Please, Cassandra.”
“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” Vi mutters and the older woman rolls her eyes. Damn she looks like Caitlyn. Mr Kiramman’s genes barely had a fighting chance. “You uh, good? Productive day?”
They stare at each other.
Cassandra’s walking stick is a grand thing, polished wood and a fancy ass silver handle, embedded with blue crystals. Vi wouldn’t be surprised if it was a secret Hextech rifle in disguise.
“You missed dinner,” she cocks her head curiously and Vi nods, rocking on the backs of her heels.
“Uh yeah, yeah Cait’s working late.”
She glances at the clock.
Cassandra hums, “but you weren’t. I know you must still have your reservations Violet, but you can still join myself and Tobias for dinner when Caitlyn isn’t here.”
And, yeah, she knows that, logically she does. However, the thought of making small talk with the parents of the girl she’s secretly screwing every night, isn’t her idea of a fun time. Especially when Tobias is eager to know everything about her still, even though she’s been living here for months, and Cassandra watches with her calculating look.
“Course,” she smiles, “I just y’know-”
“Are you…going to wait for her?” Cassandra gestures to Caitlyn’s door that is directly behind them.
Uh.
Vi chews her lip, and scans Cassandra’s face for any sign of judgement, when she only sees curiosity, she relaxes and shrugs.
“She wanted to talk over some plans she had for uh…accessible transport between Zaun and Piltover.”
Smooth.
Cassandra’s eyes widen and she nods thoughtfully, white glove gripping the head of her stick as she begins to move past Vi.
“Well, should you require a consultation…”
Vi nods, “we’ll ask.”
Cassandra stares at her once more and Vi feels naked under her scrutinizing gaze. Her eyebrows seem to be permanently furrowed, lips almost always pursed, she’s an intimidating woman. Small in stature sure, but in terms of intellect and power? She’s fucking terrifying.
She and Tobias are an odd pair indeed.
“Goodnight, Violet,” she gives her own awkward smile, and it fills Vi with relief to know she’s not the only one who still feels weird about this whole thing. She offers her a salute and the woman continues down the hall to her own room, Vi can only imagine how large and glamorous hers is.
Only when she’s out of sight, does Vi turn and smack her forehead into the door and groan loudly. She turns the handle and enters Caitlyn’s room, tugging the string of a tall lamp next to the door and smiling slightly as she takes it in.
Her vanity, full of products which she rarely ever uses. It’s mostly for those fancy galas her family holds. There’s a coat folded over the back of the chair, it’s unlike Caitlyn to leave clothes out, she gives Vi enough shit for it. Her desk has papers piled neatly on it, the corkboard above it overloaded with various pinned papers and strings.
The elegant chest of drawers have some half pulled out and when Vi walks towards the foot of the bed she smirks at what she sees. Several pairs of underwear, lingerie, like Caitlyn couldn’t decide which she wanted to wear for today, which is odd because Caitlyn usually wouldn’t be fussed about what bra she wears to work.
Vi hears the bedroom door open behind her and recognizes the footsteps.
“You’ll never believe what Claxon was trying to run by me earlier,” Caitlyn rushes out and Vi can hear her unbuttoning her jacket and hanging it up. “Honestly the nerve-”
Vi whistles lowly and turns, a lacy pair of almost sheer, green underwear held up before her. Caitlyn trails off and her cheeks pinken.
“Damn cupcake, hot date tonight?” she teases before tossing them back onto the bed. “I’ve never seen that pair before.” She takes delight in the way Caitlyn stares at her, half-bent over from where she was about to unbuckle her boots.
Slowly, she straightens up and walks forward, collecting all the garments off of her bed and hurriedly stuffing them in her chest of drawers, slamming it shut. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to tidy up this morning,” her voice is tight, and Vi moves in behind her, gently pressing her front to Caitlyn’s back.
Her lips brush Caitlyn’s ear, “this wouldn’t have anything to do with me coming home today, would it?”
She can hear Caitlyn’s gulp.
Bandaged hands slide around Caitlyn’s impossibly small waist, before sliding down and squeezing her hips. She kisses her shoulder, annoyed that the shirt is still on, but thankfully Caitlyn takes the hint and begins to unbutton it. Vi helps her by dragging it off of one shoulder before Caitlyn even reaches the bottom buttons and snaps the elastic band of her bra with her teeth.
It’s a lacy, dark blue number that matches Caitlyn’s eyes.
Vi’s hands tighten around her hips, before sliding around the front, fingers playing with the button of Caitlyn’s trousers. She pauses and looks up from where she’s been kissing Caitlyn’s shoulder, the other woman’s eyes remain shut, but she nods eagerly. Vi smiles, her teeth pressing into milky pale skin as she pops the button and begins to slide them down her long legs.
She bends down to assist Caitlyn, pulling the boots off and the trousers, keeping the woman’s matching underwear on. As she stands, Caitlyn goes to shrug off her shirt, but Vi slides a hand up over her shoulder, keeping the fabric there.
“Keep it on,” she husks into Caitlyn’s ear, before pulling back and walking towards the bed. There’s an obscene number of pillows piled up on it, satin sheets, a billowing canopy somehow more dramatic and elegant than Vi’s own one. She shuffles back against them and taps her lap. “What are you waiting for cupcake?"
Caitlyn’s stood there, illuminated by the streetlights shining in through the window, and the soft amber glow of the small lamps in the room. In her lacy bra and underwear, white shirt hanging loosely off of her body. She walks over slowly and Vi has to refrain from commenting on those legs, god she can’t wait to be wrapped around them again.
A dainty hand rests on her shoulder as Caitlyn swings herself over her, to straddle her, weight gently settling onto her lap. She reaches up, back arching slightly, chest pushing forward into Vi’s space and like a moth to flame, Vi attaches her lips to the lace of the bra, mouth seeking out the stiff nipple under the fabric. Then she feels a light tickle on her head and looks up, seeing Caitlyn’s hair down as Caitlyn slides the band onto her wrist and runs a hand through her waves.
God she’s so hot.
A hand moves to cup Vi’s cheek, and she leans into it, mouth falling open slightly as she feels Caitlyn gently grind on her lap.
She can barely form a coherent thought, so all she can say is-
“Sit on my face.”
It goes on for hours, as it usually does. Caitlyn damn near breaks Vi’s nose and almost pulls out clumps of pink hair, from how messily and aggressive it is. They laugh about it, Vi giggles into her mouth, into her skin, rough hands mapping their way across flawless pale skin. Eager to learn, to discover, as if she doesn’t already know Caitlyn’s body off by heart, as if she doesn’t know it as well as her own.
They don't have a word for it, maybe they would if they properly spoke about it, or acknowledged it.
How some nights Vi falls into Caitlyn's bed and doesn't leave until sunrise, their limbs pressed so tightly together it's hard to tell when one starts and the other stops.
It's just casual, and Vi is fine with it. Until she isn't.