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Vi will get Caitlyn's attention away from that book if it's the last thing she does.
Cait’s been bored to tears after weeks of bed rest. She mostly slept at first but as her strength came back, she's been buried in anything she can find to distract herself.
The problem is that she seems to be distracting herself from Vi. She doesn’t avoid her per se, they spend almost all of their time together. But when they sleep, she leaves a gulf of space between them. She stiffens when Vi touches her, flinches when she tries to kiss the soft skin of her neck. Something is up besides her boredom and Vi is determined to figure it out. But first, she has to get her attention away from that damn book.
Vi lies next to Caitlyn now, nestled into her bed. She guesses it’s technically their bed now but it’ll take a while longer for it to feel like it’s hers too. When Caitlyn turns the page, Vi moves to rest her hand on her knee. She responds by lacing their fingers together, moving their hands to the more neutral space between them on the mattress. Vi tries slipping her fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck but she goes rigid. So much for that. When she tries to kiss her neck and Cait leans away from it after a moment, Vi can’t take it anymore.
“Did I do something wrong?”
That does it. Caitlyn’s gaze snaps up from what she’s reading, alarmed.
“What?”
“Did I do-”
“No, I heard you,” she bookmarks her page and shuts the book, watching Vi with concern. “You haven't done anything wrong. What made you think so?”
“You don’t seem to like it when I touch you,” Vi answers, unable to mask the hurt in her voice. “I’m sorry if I did something-”
“No, I’m sorry,” she shakes her head, guilt laced in her expression. “I should’ve realized you’d worry. If it helps to hear it, I love when you touch me,” she murmurs and the way she draws out the word ‘love’ gives Vi a delightful shiver that she struggles to ignore.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” she mutters. “If you love it so much, what's the problem?”
Vi’s hurt shifts into curiosity when Caitlyn flushes so brightly even her ears turn pink.
“The problem is that I’m not supposed to engage in any…strenuous activity for another two weeks.”
Caitlyn clears her throat and it takes Vi a moment to realize what she’s saying.
“Wait, so you’re afraid to get too close to me because if you do, you’re gonna want to fuck me?”
She cackles when Caitlyn nods, exasperated with her teasing.
“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me. I’m flattered, cupcake,” she bats her eyelashes at her and Caitlyn purses her lips.
“I'm not avoiding you, we sleep in the same bed. I'm just keeping things light for a few weeks. It's less…frustrating.”
Vi brings the back of Caitlyn’s hand up to her mouth, kisses it, letting it linger just a bit too long. She tries to keep her cool, expression stony, but Vi can see in the way she shifts that it's getting to her.
“Doesn't take much to frustrate you, does it?”
The way she bites her lower lip is answer enough and Vi laughs.
“Alright, I’ll try to keep things light,” she mimics her accent, dropping her hand and curling against her in a way she hopes is chaste enough.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll try not to avoid you so much.”
“So you were avoiding me.”
“Oh, shut up.”
True to her word, Caitlyn leans into Vi’s touches again the way she clearly wants to. She lets Vi play with her hair as she reads and it never takes her long to lose focus on her book. She likes to fall asleep on Vi’s chest, ear over her heart. When Vi takes her hand, she absently traces the lines on her palm, the scars on her knuckles.
Also true to her word, after a week of this, Caitlyn is clearly about to lose it. Since she only has one more to go before she’s given the all-clear, Vi can get away with the bruising kisses she’s peppering across her neck. When she nips at her ear, though, Caitlyn pulls her away by the hair at the nape of her neck.
“I'm not supposed to move too much,” she reminds her.
“Don't move, then.”
“Thank you, I hadn't thought of that,” she replies in a deadpan that makes Vi snicker. She settles back against Cait's shoulder for a moment, examining a roll of bandages sitting on her nightstand.
“How many of those do you still have?” she nods her head at the nightstand. Caitlyn searches it for a moment before she figures out what Vi is referring to.
“These? Enough to wrap your arms if that's what you're thinking-”
“Thanks, but that's not the question. How many do you have?”
“Too many,” she sighs before she squints at her. “Wait, why?”
“So, say you broke your arm.”
Caitlyn just listens, critical but humoring her all the same.
“And you needed to keep it still. What would you do?”
“Go to a doctor, get it x-rayed, set the bone, and have a cast put on?”
“Okay, and if you're not a rich Piltie, you're gonna splint it. Find something stable and wrap the arm up with it.”
“Yes, I know what a splint is. Are you planning on breaking my arm?”
“No, but do you know what that looks like to me?”
She points to a chair across the room. The seat and backrest have tufted cushions, and the ornate arms and legs are some kind of expensive wood Vi can't identify.
“A chair?”
“Or,” she pauses, reaching across her to grab the roll of bandages. It’s the kind that's soft with some stretch to it and a way of clinging to itself. “A really big splint.”
Caitlyn scowls pensively at the chair until it clicks and her brows nearly disappear into her hairline.
“Are you asking if you can tie me to a chair?”
“More like gently wrap you to a chair, but yeah.”
She looks at Vi, shock mixed with a clear undercurrent of interest.
“You said you can’t move too much, so it might solve our problem. But it’s fine if you’re not into it.”
Vi holds the roll of bandages as Cait considers them.
“The rest are in the bathroom closet, third shelf from the top.”
Moments later, Vi returns with an armful of bandages and a pair of scissors. Caitlyn quirks the brow above her good eye.
“Planning to cut me out of this?” she asks, tugging on the collar of her shirt, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“If you want me to,” Vi winks. “But it's more for cutting you back out of these.” She grabs a new roll of bandages, gesturing with it.
“Ah. Then I'd rather keep this intact if it's all the same to you.”
“I’d rather you take it off if it’s all the same to you,” she playfully mocks. Caitlyn, never one to back down from a challenge, slips the shirt over her head and Vi loses her train of thought for a moment.
“Are you going to sit there all day or are you going to get on with it?” she smirks, clearly relishing Vi’s speechlessness.
“Careful what you wish for,” she warns as she takes her hand and leads her across the room. She gestures to the chair and Caitlyn dutifully sits. “Get comfy, you’re gonna be there for a while.”
Vi hears her breath hitch as she hooks her fingers under her waistband, dragging her pants and underwear down in one, smooth motion. She takes her time doing it, drinking in every inch of her long legs as dark fabric gives way to smooth skin.
Caitlyn is already shifting, subtly rocking her hips as Vi discards the last of her clothes, trading it for a roll of bandages.
“Stay still.”
She winds the bandage across her hips and around the back of the chair, working her way up. By the time she reaches the wound that’s nearly healed, the movement in Cait’s hips has quieted, not that she's calmed down much.
“Not too tight?”
“No,” she shakes her head, voice already going a little breathy.
“If anything hurts, just tell me.”
Vi keeps wrapping until she’s bound her from her hips to just under her breasts. As she cuts the bandage off from the roll, she experimentally grazes Caitlyn’s breast with her hand. She sighs, chest arching towards Vi as much as her range of motion will allow.
“Still moving a little,” she comments.
“I'm sure it's fine, I'm pretty well tied down.”
“Can't be too careful,” Vi shakes her head as Cait huffs, impatient. She wraps a little more under her arms and across her breastbone, taking care to leave her breasts exposed. Caitlyn gives a pleased little hum as Vi takes her wrist and binds it to the arm of the chair, going all the way to her elbow. She does the same on the other side, Her murmur turns into a soft groan as Vi parts her knees, lashing her to the outside of each of the chair legs, ankle to knee.
She reaches up to tease her breast again. Caitlyn tries to arch her back but she's firmly restrained.
“You okay?” she asks and Caitlyn nods emphatically. Vi kneels in front of her, straightening so she can brush a kiss right where her cheek meets her ear.
“Good,” she smiles, lips against her skin, and Cait shudders. Vi nips at her neck, sucking on the tender skin at her windpipe at the same time she pinches the nipple she's been toying with so she can feel Caitlyn's yelp vibrate against her tongue.
Caitlyn groans in disappointment when she takes her hand away from her chest only to gasp as she dips her hand into slick folds. She whines as Vi just barely grazes her clit and withdraws.
“Is all that for me, cupcake?” she asks, fingertips glossy. Caitlyn watches, transfixed, as Vi sucks her arousal off each finger, one by one. “You're sweet.”
“Violet, if you don't touch me this instant-” she growls, but it's too desperate to sound like a real command.
“You'll do what?” she teases at the same time that she humors her, even if it's not exactly what Cait means. She sits back on her heels, kissing her warmly on the inside of her thigh, right at the bend of the knee. Caitlyn seems grateful for the touch anyway, a half-relieved sigh escaping her.
They didn't get to take their time like this last time. It was beautiful but they also knew that every touch was on borrowed time, that one or both of them might not live long enough to love each other like this again.
Now, Vi can pause just to put her cheek into Caitlyn's palm where her hand rests, open, on the arm of the chair. She strokes Vi’s face with her thumb, threads her fingers into her hair as she smiles, warm and a little amused.
“You spent all this time tying me up just so I could play with your hair?”
It doesn't sound like she minds, but Vi kisses her palm and shifts between her knees, craning up again to kiss her. Caitlyn moans into her mouth, clearly enjoying the way Vi moves her tongue against hers, the way she sucks on and nips at her lower lip.
“Got a lot more than that planned,” she breathes against her lips when she has to come up for air.
Vi is going to kiss every inch of her that isn't bound to the chair.
She nibbles the shell of her ear, whispers that she looks good enough to eat and Caitlyn shivers, leaning towards the feeling of her breath on her skin. Vi kisses down the side of her neck where it smells warm and sweet and like something indescribably her. Down the smooth curve of her shoulder and across the wiry muscles of her upper arm. She's rewarded with the sweetest sighs and hums as Caitlyn basks in the attention.
Vi takes her breast into her mouth, pulling a despondent whimper from her throat.
“Ah! Fuck me,” she breathes and Vi knows it's more of a curse than a plea, but she responds to it all the same, releasing her with a little tug.
“That's the plan,” she grins.
“Is it? Because it seems like-”
Caitlyn gasps, Vi capturing her other nipple in her mouth before she can finish. She drags her lightly through her teeth as she pulls away, relishing the little squeak she gets in answer. Vi can't help but cup Caitlyn’s breasts in her hands, kissing her at her breastbone right where the curve of them starts.
“Hmm,” she hums against her skin. “Beautiful.”
A quiet laugh sounds in Caitlyn's chest.
“Thank you,” she grins, a self-satisfied lilt in her tone.
Vi kisses her one more time before slowly lowering herself to sit between her knees. She lavishes her inner thighs with warm, open kisses. Some are gentle, drawing soft sighs, some hard and biting, suckling bruises into her smooth skin and pleased hisses out of her mouth.
The bend of Caitlyn's thighs are slick. She's dripping, soaking into the expensive upholstery.
“Hope this isn't your favorite chair.”
“To hell with the chair, just please for the love of-”
Vi parts her with her tongue, dragging it up the length of her. Caitlyn nearly sobs when she circles her clit. She could probably get her there in a few expert swipes of her tongue, but Vi intends to savor her. She kisses every inch of her here, too, exploring her and listening to the different sounds she can pull from her.
Softly circling her tongue makes Caitlyn pant but dipping her tongue inside her draws a deep moan from her lips. When she flicks her tongue against her clit, Cait shouts so loud Vi wonders the house is really big enough to keep others from hearing. Gentle suction gives Vi a delicious, high-pitched whimper that quickly becomes her favorite.
Vi starts to moan quietly herself, heat pooling between her legs as she's buried between Caitlyn’s. She locks eyes with Cait, flicking open the button on her pants and slipping her hand under the waistband of her underwear.
“Wait,” Caitlyn breathes and Vi stills her hand. “Take them off.”
Vi stands, doesn't bother to wipe the slick off of her chin, and shimmies out of them. Caitlyn’s lips part slightly as she stares hungrily.
“And your shirt,” she adds, sighing appreciatively once Vi is naked in front of her, eyes raking up and down her body.
Vi settles back between her knees, dipping her hand between her legs so that Caitlyn can see. Vi lets her watch for a moment, their eyes locked as she leans back in. She moans as she tastes her again and Cait answers with her own grateful sigh.
Caitlyn's panting gets quicker, more desperate with the hum of Vi’s voice against her. It only makes Vi groan louder, a feedback loop as they bring each other closer.
Vi can tell that Caitlyn is close when she starts talking, a breathy and desperate litany right at the crossroads of praising her, commanding her, and begging her.
“Oh god yes, that's it,” she keens, hands twitching and Vi knows she wants to put them in her hair.
Her tone is going higher into her upper register and Vi’s groans are catching up.
“That's it, right there,” she tells her and Vi dutifully keeps working that spot right above Caitlyn’s clit as she slips two fingers inside herself.
“Don't stop,” she insists as Vi pumps her fingers in time with her tongue.
“Don't stop, don't stop,” she pleads, repeating it like a rapid-fire mantra. She doesn't need to. Vi wouldn't dream of stopping.
“Don't stop, I-” Caitlyn’s voice breaks, going silent for the split second right before she crests into climax. It comes back in earnest as she peaks.
“Fuck, Violet!” she wails, bucking against Vi’s tongue. The ecstatic way she calls her name, grinds against her, the taste of her as she comes into her mouth is more than Vi can bear. With a few more desperate thrusts of her hand, she comes right behind her, her scream muffled with her mouth still buried between Cait’s legs.
Riding out her own orgasm, Vi doesn't have the presence of mind to slow her ministrations and Caitlyn’s tortured whimpers crescendo as she comes again with a high-pitched cry so loud Vi wonders if she should’ve covered her mouth while she was binding her to the chair.
She slows her movements as Caitlyn comes down from her high, breathless and sweating. She sits back, resting her cheek against Cait’s thigh and admiring the sight of her. The pink glow in her cheeks, the way her lips look a little fuller than usual, parted slightly as she catches her breath. Her hair is prettily disheveled, her skin luminous with a light sheen of sweat. The best thing, though, might be the gentle affection in her expression as she stares back at Vi.
“You’re so beautiful,” Caitlyn murmurs and she follows it with a throaty giggle. “And very good at that.”
“What can I say? It’s a passion of mine,” she shrugs, teasing, before returning the grin that Caitlyn gives her.
“Clearly,” she sighs happily before looking down at the bandages covering her. “Could you-”
Vi wordlessly reaches for the scissors, carefully cutting her legs and arms free. She wasn’t bound very tightly but Vi still gently massages her newly-freed limbs just in case. When she cuts the bandages at the back of the chair and Caitlyn moves to stand Vi puts a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Take it slow,” she warns.
“I’m fine,” she insists but Vi puts an arm around her waist anyway, guiding her to the bed.
“I know and I want you to stay that way.”
Caitlyn lies down, happily exhausted, and Vi slips into bed on the other side. Vi brushes the only remaining bandage that covers the wound on her front.
“Still okay? No pain?”
“No pain,” she shakes her head. “You kept me very still.”
“Good, you can tell your doctor that.”
Caitlyn rears back, incredulous.
“I am not telling her-” she starts before she realizes that Vi is shaking in silent laughter. “You’re awful,” she huffs, smiling as she curls up on Vi’s chest.
Exactly a week later, Caitlyn comes sauntering in with a pleased look on her face.
“All clear?” Vi asks. “Or do I need to keep tying you up for another week?”
“All clear,” she confirms. “While that does sound fun, I’m looking forward to expanding our horizons a little bit.”
“Whatcha got in mind?”
“Give me a moment,” she holds up her hand, disappearing into her closet. Now Vi is truly curious. She waits, expecting Caitlyn to emerge in something lacy any moment. When she reappears fully clothed with something leather dangling from her hand, Vi’s jaw drops.
“That’s not…” she begins. “Is it?”
“It’s a strap-on,” Caitlyn patiently explains as if she has no idea why Vi is in shock.
“I know it’s a fucking strap-on,” Vi sputters. “What I don’t know is why the thing that’s strapped on is glowing.”
“It’s obviously hextech,” she shrugs, unfazed.
“Oh, of course, it’s obviously hextech,” Vi answers, dripping with sarcasm.
“If you don’t want to try it, that's alright.”
“No, we’re definitely trying it. I just need you to understand that you don’t find those lying around your average sex shop.”
“Yes, I know, I had it commissioned. It’s the only one that exists as far as I’m aware.”
Vi shakes her head, reeling.
“You are way freakier than I gave you credit for.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
“You got me there,” she shrugs. “So, what’ll it be? You wanna wear it or take it?”
“Doesn’t matter, I enjoy both. You?”
“Same, I’m flexible.”
“Are you?” she asks and there’s something about the seeming-innocence of her tone that makes Vi shiver. She nods in answer and Caitlyn crosses the room, threads her hand into Vi’s hair, tugging just slightly to tilt her head so she can kiss her ear. Her pulse quickens as Caitlyn murmurs sweetly to her, her breath and the tone of her voice warm against her ear.
“Prove it.”