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Steel gray eyes.
Cold granite against her stomach.
The sensation of being utterly filled.
Those were the only three things Caitlyn Kiramman could focus on the next day.
The fact that her brain was stuck in the lascivious loop felt vaguely offensive at four o’clock in the morning. But, her body didn’t seem to understand that it had just been sated, only two or three hours ago. That one glorious orgasm, forced facedown against the counter, legs spread, cunt stretched. Even now, just thinking about it sent a knife-blade of pleasure tearing through her from head to toe.
Caitlyn groaned, and drew a hand over her eyes. They throbbed with exhaustion and the pinpricks of an impending hangover. God, she’d drank too much wine last night. It wasn’t her fault, though. What else was she supposed to do when the woman of her dreams had come swaggering through the front door, arms straining at her fucking shirtsleeves, tattoos visible on her skin, shirt so low cut that-
“Get a hold of yourself,” Caitlyn said aloud abruptly, her voice echoing in the empty coffee shop. Sometimes talking to herself helped. She’d found she’d been doing it more often lately - something she attributed to a certain silver-tongued stranger. Well, not a stranger. Not anymore. Definitely not after last night.
She groaned at her brain’s immediate reversion. Oh well. It seemed she was doomed to have a one track mind today.
Trying her hardest to ignore her filthy thoughts, she drew a rag over the display case that would hold pastries in a few hours. She bore down, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn smear. Probably from a grubby-fingered child who had pressed their face against the glass in their excitement to look at all the sugary goodies. A bolt of satisfaction zipped through her body when the smudge finally cleared away.
It was a Saturday, which meant Piltover’s Finest would be busier than it was on the weekdays. Caitlyn always worked the opening shift on the weekend because she prided herself on being a Good Boss. She liked to be as involved as possible with the shop and her staff - Margo opened during the week, and Caitlyn opened on the weekends. She didn’t mind. The coffee shop was like a refuge for her - especially early on a Saturday.
Well, usually.
Last night hadn’t ended when Vi had left her, disheveled and thoroughly fucked, in the mudroom. No, Caitlyn had stayed at the party until nearly three in the morning before they’d finally let her leave. Jayce had insisted that they play a round of cards, which had turned into two rounds, then four, until Caitlyn had finally stood up and announced that she was going home, damnit.
She’d had exactly enough time to get back to her house, change out of her dress, and take a frustratingly quick shower before she had to make the frigid walk to Piltover’s Finest to start cleaning up the store and getting it ready to open. Which meant she was running on exactly no sleep.
No sleep and the hormone levels of a thirteen year old boy.
Between those two things, her ability to focus seemed far out of reach. Even the smooth jazz playlist that she always turned on while cleaning wasn’t calming her nerves. Her synapses were simply firing on all cylinders, despite the all-nighter. Unable to stand the itch in her fingers any longer, she tossed the rag over her shoulder and tugged her phone out of her apron pocket. Much to her disappointment, there were no new messages - though, she tried to measure her chagrin. It was almost five in the morning on a Saturday, and Vi’s night was almost as long as Caitlyn’s - she probably wouldn’t be up for a few more hours. But, she had called, just as she’d promised. Breathless and exhausted, Vi had rung her around 3:30, just before Caitlyn stepped into the shower. They’d only exchanged a few words, Caitlyn grumbling about having to go to work, and Vi teasingly saying she was working too hard - which had made Caitlyn giggle - and then they’d parted on yet another promise to talk later.
Suddenly, she caught sight of her reflection in the glass of the store’s massive front window, doe-eyed and with a dreamy, dopey little smile on her face. Hurriedly, she got back to scrubbing the counter, ears burning with embarrassment. She was not spacey - at least, she never had been. Caitlyn Kiramman ran a tight ship in all aspects of her life. Her job was run on a rigid schedule, her clothes were perfectly pressed, she made regular appointments to see her friends… And all it had taken to unravel her into a daydreaming, smitten mess was one wrong number.
Despite the events of last night, that all too familiar flicker of anxiety stirred in Caitlyn’s gut once more. What if Vi went quiet again? Perhaps the woman had only been interested in the physicality of their… arrangement. When Vi saw what Caitlyn was like - really like - perhaps she wouldn’t be so enamored with her. A perfectionist, a touch neurotic, and She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told Vi that work essentially consumed her life. The rapid success of Piltover’s Finest promised more downtime in her future, once the shop really began to catch its stride. But until then, she was busy. And truth be told, she liked it that way. Idle hands are they devil’s workshop, as her mother had always said. Best put yourself to work, lest you do something foolish in your boredom.
Hell, the freest part of her schedule was right now, in the scant hours before dawn cracked the horizon. But at this hour, any partner she’d ever have would be snoring in bed and she’d be doomed to sneaking out to work in her attempt not to wake them. That’s certainly where it had begun to go wrong with Maddie.
God, maybe she did work too much.
Caitlyn shook her head and scrubbed harder, trying to banish the fretful thoughts.
The butcher-block countertop beneath her rag was practically glistening, and she took a step back to examine it. Nodding sharply to herself, she turned and made her way to the storage room where the bags of coffee lay. Now for the more strenuous task of the morning: moving the beans. With the form of a practiced power lifter, she squatted down and pulled one of the 100-pound burlap sacks up and over her shoulder. Exuding only a delicate grunt, she walked the bag over to its spot behind the espresso machine and dropped it gently to the floor.
She was just letting out a breath, mind turning to her next task, when a muted noise startled her so badly that she jumped and let out a decidedly undignified yelp.
Thump-thump-thump.
There- standing in the front window, silhouetted by the frost on the glass- was Vi.
Her cheeks were flushed bright red with cold, but her face was the picture of pure joy as she grinned cheekily at Caitlyn through the window. A hat with an amusingly large white pom-pom was crammed atop her ruffled red hair, which was no longer slicked back stylishly as it had been last night. One hand was raised in a wave, and the other held a bouquet of flowers. She mimed a shiver and then pointed to the door, mouthing ‘unlock it’ and then, seeming to think twice, ‘please’.
Vi was here. At her shop. At four in the morning. Looking positively delicious - even with the goofy hat.
Dumbstruck, Caitlyn’s mouth hung open as she stood stock still for a half-second longer, before she jerked herself out of her stunned stupor and half-ran, half-tripped over to the front door and swung it open. The bell atop it jingled merrily as Vi stepped through the door with all the bravado of a cowboy bursting through saloon doors in an old western.
“Good morning,” she said, cheerfully. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
It was pitch black outside.
Caitlyn gawped for a moment before a nervous chuckle bubbled past her lips. “What on earth are you doing here at this hour?”
“I’m always up around this time, I’m an early riser,” Vi shrugged, a picture of nonchalance. Caitlyn didn’t buy it.
“But why are you here, Violet?”
A mischievous smile slinked across Vi’s lips at that, dispelling her previous feigned innocence. “I thought I’d keep you company while you worked. And I wanted to give you these,” she said, proffering the flowers. “As both a sincere apology for being a bonehead and a sincere thank you for boning me… by giving me head.”
It took everything in her to school her face into an unimpressed mask instead of bursting into laughter. “How long did it take for you to come up with that one?”
“I was thinking about it on the walk over here,” Vi grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
The thought of Vi muttering dirty jokes to herself as she walked down the snow-covered streets of Piltover at 4 AM was just too much for Caitlyn, and she couldn’t contain the unladylike snort that burst out. It only served to further widen Vi’s smile. “Well,” Caitlyn said, composing herself before shyly taking the bouquet. “Apology accepted and also, you’re welcome.” She threw in a wink for good measure, delighting in how the burly woman’s cheeks pinkened.
Truth be told, she was barely keeping it together herself. This was, quite possibly, the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. She blinked away tears and beamed down at the flowers. They were fragrant, they were gorgeous, they were… covered in dirt?
“Vi?”
“Yes?”
“Where did you buy flowers at this hour?”
“Oh,” Vi’s pink cheeks turned downright scarlet. “Uh… I got them from my neighbor’s flower pot they keep outside their front door.”
“You nicked me flowers?” Even though Caitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, her heart was squeezing in emphatic affection. It was thoughtful, funny, romantic - everything that made up the wonderful (sheepish-looking) woman standing before her. She didn’t know how she could adore Vi more.
A look of stricken anxiety came across Vi’s handsome features at the sound of her laughter. “Don’t be mad! Mrs. Kinley is a mean old bat who steals my packages - I know she steals my packages - she’s lucky I didn’t take the whole damn pot. And I knew no stores would be open this early and I really wanted to get you flowe-”
“Vi,” she interrupted when she finally got her giggles under control. “I love them. Thank you.”
“Oh,” Vi breathed. “Good.”
They stood there, falling into one of their familiar silences, breathing one another in with matching smiles and red cheeks. Caitlyn felt like a kid again, stuck with a hopeless crush that made her stomach do flips and her tongue tie into knots. But this time, it wasn’t on bratty Isabella Parker, who would claim to their entire class that Caitlyn tried to kiss her - oh the horror - and make her a social pariah for the rest of fourth grade. No, this time it was on a woman with soft eyes and rough hands, who smelled like cedar and made Caitlyn’s heart soar to heights that would feel dangerous if they weren’t so damn breathtaking.
It was only when a particularly harsh gust of wind send chills across her arms that Caitlyn realized they were still standing in the entryway.
“Gosh, please come in,” she said, ushering Vi deeper into the shop where it was warmer. “I apologize for the mess, I haven’t finished cleaning.”
Vi snorted and cast a theatric eye across the near-sparkling store. “Yeah, it’s a sty in here. Someone should really call the health inspector.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes and swatted playfully at her arm. “Sit,” she pointed to a chair. “I’ll make you a coffee.”
“Ah, yes, the real reason I came,” Vi had to duck another swat from Caitlyn, aimed at the pom-pom of her hat this time.
After putting her flowers in a vase (on display for the whole shop to see), Caitlyn began the lengthy process of turning on all the machines, reveling in the comforting hum of the equipment coming to life. It set her nerves at ease, made the shop seem somehow warmer. She’d never been one for small talk, had always considered herself a quiet sort of person. Having a secret over-the-phone lover had been so out of character for her, she had regularly wondered if she was losing her mind over the past few weeks. But the woman on the other line had made it easy, and even now, in a moment where Caitlyn typically would’ve fallen into a silence so awkward that it may have been intolerable, there was a certain easy charm about Vi’s countenance that just made all of her muscles unclench. She was still nervous - how could she not be, with the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen sitting mere feet away from her? But, she wasn’t uncomfortable. That was practically unheard of for Caitlyn.
She was turned around, finishing the task of grinding up some of the beans when a screeching, groaning sound startled her into turning around. Vi was dragging her chair closer to the counter, positioning herself up right near where Caitlyn would be working. She offered up a sheepish grin before setting herself into her seat. Caitlyn felt her ears go hot.
“Not close enough, huh?”
“Never.”
Vi said it so simply that Caitlyn had to stop herself from visibly swooning. Or launching herself across the counter at the woman. Her self-control was touch and go today.
“So,” she said, in an effort to distract herself. “You must be that five-coffee order that Margo told me about. Good tipper, I hear.”
“Ah, yeah. My peace offering for making my crew work in this shitty weather.”
Caitlyn grinned and leaned forward against the counter, not missing the way Vi’s eyes darted to the unbuttoned collar of her shirt before meeting her gaze. “Well, that makes this more interesting then. Which coffee is yours?”
“Not the sugary monstrosity, if that’s what you’re hoping. Just a plain black with room for cream,” Vi looked somewhat self satisfied and Caitlyn groaned her disappointment.
“No fun,” she grumbled, but busied herself with making up the drink. It took a bit longer than usual as the machines had just warmed up, and Caitlyn could feel Vi’s gaze boring a hole in her back as she worked. She tried to keep her blush to a minimum.
When the timer on the machine announced its completion with a ding, she poured the steaming liquid into a coffee mug that she usually reserved for guests who didn’t enjoy stealing (she’d learned the hard way that fun mugs went missing constantly) and walked around the counter to present it to Vi. The redhead accepted it with a pleased groan of anticipation, and Caitlyn tried to ignore the way her knees went weak at the sound. She must not have hidden it well enough, because Vi smirked over the rim of her cup before letting out another sinful groan - though this time, it was definitely dramatized for her benefit.
“If I didn’t know how good our coffee was, I’d say you were doing that to get a rise out of me, Violet.”
“Can’t a woman just enjoy a good cup of joe?”
“Oh, so if this shop was filled with people, you’re telling me you’d be making these noises?”
Vi leaned forward conspiratorially. “You should know firsthand how little I care who hears me.”
Refusing to back down (though still weak in the knees), Caitlyn sniffed, “You were actually quite quiet, as I recall.”
Vi snapped her fingers together as if remembering something. “That’s right, you were the loud one. I had to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming. How could I have forgotten?”
Caitlyn opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her throat worked as she tried to conjure up something - anything. But the ghost of Vi’s fingers inside her was impacting her thinking, and she wound up settling for, “Drink your coffee.”
Vi did exactly that, eyes twinkling. She paused after her second swallow, chuckling slightly. “I don’t mean to knock your barista skills, but I believe you forgot cream, Ms. Kiramman.”
She absolutely had. The presence of Vi had short-circuited her entire nervous system, and had fried her brain too, it seemed. God, Caitlyn was usually so cool, calm, and collected. It had been easy to channel cold superiority when she’d been mad at Vi. The nerves in her stomach hadn’t gone away in the face of the dumbstruck redhead, but she’d been able to think through them at least. Today, it appeared she was cursed to be on the backfoot. She hurried over to the counter, where the pitcher of cream sat. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s over here, let me-”
At the same time, Vi pushed herself to her feet, saying, “No, I can-”
And just like that, they were in a mirrored position from last night. Caitlyn bent over the counter, Vi standing all too close behind her. She froze, heart thumping in her ears. Vi chuckled, but it was strained. Caitlyn tried to make her body remember she’d just had an orgasm a few hours ago, and it was not in desperate need of another one. But, her cunt clenched defiantly around nothing and she grit her teeth.
Slowly, she turned around, now trapped between Vi and the countertop, holding the pitcher in the middle of their bodies. She stood a bit taller than Vi, though not as much as last night with her heels. Still, it sent a swell of confidence through her and she let her lips drift into an easy smirk. Immediately, Vi blushed. It was then, with their proximity, she noticed the coffee that had beaded atop the woman’s upper lip.
“You have coffee..” she murmured, raising her thumb to Vi’s scarred lip to wipe away the smudge. Caitlyn wondered how she got that scar. She made a note to ask when she could think beyond her basest desires.
“So cliché,” Vi murmured. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just done it.”
So, Caitlyn did.
With a gentle tug to the collar of Vi’s coat, she crushed their lips together in an assault of poorly-withheld restraint. It was just as magical as it had been last night, though less frantic. The smell of cedar tickled her nose and she sighed as Vi’s scent wrapped around her, setting the edges of her nerves into a warm blaze. They moved languidly together, exploring one another’s mouths with their tongues. Caitlyn discovered that Vi’s hips would roll forward if she snagged her lower lip between her teeth, so she made a habit of doing that every few seconds just to delight in the other woman’s desire.
Vi’s mouth was soft and hot and it was driving Caitlyn fucking crazy.
She had half a mind to let Vi fuck her again right on this counter. But the distant chime of a clock pulled her out of her reverie and they broke apart, panting. It was a quarter to six. How in the world had the time just slipped away?
“Shit,” she said, between gasps. “Shop opens in fifteen minutes.”
“The universe hates me,” Vi complained, but her tone was teasing. Caitlyn scoffed but pressed one last affectionate peck to the woman’s lips. She broke away, cheekily poured some cream into the woman’s coffee and then returned the pitcher to its rightful spot.
“I’m so sorry you came all this way just for me to have to work a shift,” Caitlyn said apologetically, busying herself with putting the final touches on getting the shop ready.
Vi shrugged and moved her chair back to its original spot before settling herself down on it. “I figured.”
Caitlyn paused to look at the woman, arching an eyebrow. What did that mean?
“I’ll be here until about ten. That’s four hours, Violet.”
“Ah, that’s not so bad,” Vi yawned and took another sip of her coffee, her eyes twinkling merrily as she watched Caitlyn. Surely the woman didn’t intend to sit here for four hours as Caitlyn worked? That would be horrifically dull for Vi. The redhead seemed to read her mind because she chuckled and produced a battered, mass-market paperback out of her rear pocket. She held it up for Caitlyn to see, and she squinted to make out the title.
The Shining.
Her heart warmed and she didn’t even try to fight off the smile that stretched her lips until her cheeks hurt.
“You’re still reading it?”
“God, yes. I’m like almost done. I’m not joking when I say this may be the best book I’ve ever read, Cait,” Vi’s face was, indeed, vehemently serious. “Figured it would entertain me through your shift.”
Caitlyn clapped her hands together in what could only be described as glee. “Oh that’s wonderful, Violet! I’m so chuffed. I thought you’d enjoy it, that’s why I bought it- wait, where did you get a physical copy?”
“Made Powder give me hers when we got home last night. Was already cookin’ up this plan to surprise you,” Vi grinned, looking quite proud of herself.
“You absolute charmer.”
“Ah, then you’ll be thrilled to hear this next part. I was wondering if you’d want to come to my place after you got off. Seeing as I’m definitely going to finish this book while you work, I was thinking we could watch the movie. Since we didn’t manage to last time, remember?” she smirked.
Caitlyn’s face heated. She remembered.
“I would love to,” she breathed, swallowing the lump in her throat. “But, I’ll be honest, I haven’t slept in a solid 24 hours and I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to..” She gestured vaguely into the air.
Vi burst out laughing. “I figured we would just crash on the couch and lounge around whenever we woke up. Get your mind out of the gutter,” she paused, seeming to hesitate. “Unless you don’t want to. And that’s totally cool too! I’d completely get it if you wanted to go home and sleep in your own bed.”
Caitlyn’s heart somehow got softer watching the flicker of insecurity on Vi’s face. “No, I’d like to come over. Very much.”
“Fuck yeah,” Vi said, sitting back with a grin. “Alright, well… It’s a date.”
Caitlyn chewed on the inside of her lip to stave off the tears threatening her eyes. This was, without a doubt, the most romantic thing that had ever happened to her. This entire situation, front to back. The wrong number, the phone sex, the fated meeting, the fight, the makeup sex, and the chivalrous stud turning up at her work the morning after. Hell, this would make an incredible romance novel. The kind of story she’d stay up all night reading, until the light from her phone gave her a headache. Even then she’d push through, just to see how it ended.
“It’s a date,” Caitlyn repeated softly.
After that, things got busy. The coffee shop filled up after the doors had been unlocked for only ten minutes. Piltover’s Finest was thriving. It always filled Caitlyn with such fierce pride, seeing her dream coming to fruition right before her eyes. She delighted in serving customers, remembering regulars and wishing them well. But today, her mind was admittedly stuck on a certain redhead who had retreated to a booth near the window, nose stuck in her book. Vi would glance up every so often, when she wasn’t mesmerized by the story and send her a small smile or a sly wink. Caitlyn kept it together for her shift, but the sense of relief that crashed over her was staggering when Margo walked through the front door at 9:45.
“Hi!” She gushed, smiling far too wide for a shift trade off. The green haired woman eyed her with amusement as she hung up her coat and began the process of putting on her apron.
“Good morning. Eventful night, I take it?”
Caitlyn blushed. “That obvious?”
“Maybe,” Margo shrugged. “Or maybe we just spend too much time together in this place. Was it the wrong number girl?”
Sheepishly, Caitlyn nodded.
“You finally take things to bed instead of just talking on the phone?”
Not knowing if her cheeks could get any redder, Caitlyn nodded again. Margo hooted and clapped her on the back like a celebrating teammate would. “Nice, Kiramman! I’m proud of you.”
Caitlyn focused on pouring the espresso she’d been holding into a cup of ice, and trying not to giggle. “Actually, I’m about to go home with her when my shift’s over.”
Margo gasped. “Oh, shit! She’s here? Where?”
As surreptitiously as possible, Caitlyn jerked her chin in Vi’s direction.
“Oh my god, Vi is your mysterious phone pal?”
“I’m as surprised as you are,” Caitlyn chuckled, serving her final customer and untying her apron.
“She tips well,” Margo said, stepping up to the register. “And she’s stupid hot. I approve of this.”
She glanced at the redhead, finding her not in the booth any longer, but leaning against the front door casually with her eyes on Caitlyn. Caitlyn bit her lip with a smile rather than agree that Vi was certainly ‘stupid hot’. Saying her goodbyes, she grabbed her coat from the hook, replaced it with her apron and wove her way towards where the woman of her dreams was waiting.
“Ready?” Vi asked.
She nodded. Vi extended her hand and when Caitlyn took it, wound their fingers together tightly - as if she would never dream of letting go. Caitlyn shivered with delight. They set off into the frigid air of Saturday morning, their breath hanging in clouds as they chatted.
“You know, you’re a lot shyer than I expected,” Vi mused, her mouth a lopsided smile.
“Oh?” Caitlyn said dryly, casting a sideways glance at the woman. “Did I seem like an extrovert over the phone?”
“No, but I assumed you’d be fairly outgoing when you forced me to my knees and then spit in my mouth.”
“I beg your finest pardon?”
“Hm, no, you already did that.”
Their conversation quickly dissolved into shrieks and giggles as Caitlyn jumped atop Vi’s back, trying to tackle her to the snow-covered sidewalk. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s muscular shoulders - shivering at their hardness, despite their playful antics - and encircled her legs around Vi’s waist. Then, she held on for dear life.
“Unhand me!” Vi roared through her laughter, jumping around like a crazed bronco in her attempt to throw Caitlyn off.
“Not until you take it back!”
Passersby on the sidewalk stopped to stare, but Caitlyn was heedless of their attention as they continued to play wrestle. It shocked her, how easy things felt with Vi. Their conversations had always come easily - which was new to her. Caitlyn wasn’t shy, not exactly, but she did have a tendency to struggle making small talk, especially with new people. But that had never happened with them. Their dialogue had always flowed freely and effortlessly, and it seemed like being face to face did nothing to stymie that natural ease.
“Never!” Vi dug a fist into a nearby snowdrift, emerging with a handful of snow, and in one quick movement, thrust it over her shoulder and down the front of Caitlyn’s coat. With a shriek, she leg go and tumbled down into the drift. She landed softly, the snow cushioning her fall, but Vi scrambled to her knees over top of her. Her eyes were wide.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry - are you okay?” The words fell out of her beautiful lips in one great rush.
Instead of answering, Caitlyn simply reached up to cradle Vi’s jaw, tilting her face side to side to show off the control she held. Then, she leaned up as if to press their lips together. Vi’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in anticipation. But, just before their mouths met, Caitlyn whispered, “You’ll find I am perfectly outgoing when there’s something I want. But, what I want right now would probably get us arrested for public indecency. So, I suggest you take me home quickly, stranger.” Then, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Vi’s mouth.
“Tease,” Vi grumbled. But she hurriedly pushed herself to her feet before offering a hand to help Caitlyn up. Her cheeks were as red as her hair. Caitlyn was obsessed with how easily she could bring Vi to her knees - literally and metaphorically. The woman put up a tough exterior, but all it took was Caitlyn lowering her voice an octave and the redhead was putty in her hands. It was exhilarating, that power. She could make no promises not to abuse it.
They only had a few more blocks to walk before they were standing in front of Vi’s apartment building. It was a quaint, brick building. Square and uncomplicated, though charming in its age. Caitlyn decided she quite liked it, though Vi seemed somewhat embarrassed as she led them inside. Caitlyn noted, with distinct amusement, the gaping hole in the flower pot at the apartment across the hall from Vi’s door.
“Here it is,” Vi said when she finally finished fumbling with her keys and swung her door wide. Caitlyn stepped inside and a full body shudder passed through her body when the scent of cedar, the scent of Vi, wholly encapsulated her. It was heavenly. She took a deep breath in as Vi closed the door behind them.
Vi’s apartment was small, but decidedly cozy. The walls were the typical landlord-special white, but tasteful artwork and sports paraphernalia (it appeared Vi had played rugby at one point in her life) hung at perfect intervals along them. Photos of Vi at various stages of life were interspersed between paintings that were clearly hand-made - streaks of blue and pink covered canvases in a style that was both affronting to the senses and yet intriguing. Idly, she wondered who had done them. Vi didn’t strike her as the artistic type.
She let her eyes wander over the rest of what she could see. A massive comfortable-looking couch beckoned her from the living room. It was draped in blankets and a surprisingly tasteful assortment of decorative pillows. A large stack of DVDs and video games sat piled haphazardly next to a TV that was almost too big for the cabinet it sat on. It was endearing that Vi still used DVDs. Old school. Stubborn. Caitlyn liked that. Lamps and plants covered nearly every available surface - though some of the ferns looked a bit worse for wear. All in all, it was a place that Caitlyn could see herself in very easily. The thought warmed her heart and made a smile flit at her lips.
“I know it’s not much,” Vi looked sheepish, and Caitlyn furrowed her brows in confusion.
“It’s perfect,” she insisted. And then, at Vi’s responding snort, “No, really. It’s you. You don’t know how long I’ve imagined what your apartment looked like, smelled like. What sorts of decorations you put up, what type of meals you cook. So all this… It’s just perfect.”
Vi shuffled in place, staring at her boots with a shy smile on her face. “Well, alright. If you say so. Although, your imagination probably didn’t think up Larry.”
“Larry?”
“The little bastard of a mouse that I can’t seem to catch. Keeps eating holes into all my cereal boxes.”
Caitlyn laughed and just like that, the uneasy tension that Vi had carried in her shoulders promptly disappeared. Her posture relaxed and that easy grin appeared back on her face. She showed her through the rest of the apartment, which was only two rooms; the bathroom and - more interesting to Caitlyn - the bedroom. Both were as tastefully decorated as the living room had been. Vi’s bed was large and had dark grey, fluffy, linen bedding that looked absolutely heavenly. It was actually difficult to restrain herself from tumbling into it and falling asleep.
She’d talked a big game on the walk home - the cold had been invigorating. But now, in the warmth of Vi’s space, Caitlyn’s eyes were almost too heavy to stay open. Thankfully, Vi seemed to take notice.
“C’mon,” she said gently, tugging them back out into the living room. “I promised a couch and a movie.”
Caitlyn kicked off her shoes and coat and then curled up into the massive pile of cushions as Vi fiddled with the DVD player. By the time she actually got it working, her eyes were already half closed. The only thing that woke her up was Vi settling herself at the opposite end of the couch. That made her blink awake and turn to look at the woman with an arched eyebrow.
“Really?”
“What?”
“You’re going to sit all the way over there?”
“Well, I don’t know! I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, like, snuggle or anything. Maybe you want to take it slow! I mean, we’ve only-”
“You had your fingers inside me not even twelve hours ago, Violet. I think we’re past worrying about taking it slow,” Caitlyn said, dryly. Vi spluttered out a nonsensical response and then fell silent, blushing profusely and fiddling with a tassel on one of the pillows. Caitlyn watched her, bemused, and then made a great show of huffing, “Guess I just have to do everything myself, hm?”
She scooted over to the redhead, positioned Vi exactly how she wanted her (the woman was all too happy to comply) and then let out a delighted groan as she settled her head into the woman’s lap. Vi’s hands immediately came up to play with her hair and Caitlyn let out a far dirtier noise than the groan. Ever so slightly beneath her, she felt Vi’s hips twitch.
“Eyes on the screen,” she ordered, but couldn’t help her smirk.
“So bossy,” Vi tugged playfully on a strand of her hair.
“Oh please, spare me.”
“Spare you from what?”
“Pretending like you don’t love it,” she raised her eyebrow again and looked up at the redhead, who was steadfastly avoiding her gaze.
“Eyes on the screen,” Vi retorted.
“That’s what I thought.”
They settled into comfortable silence as the beginning scenes of the movie started to play. The grainy, nostalgic film reminded Caitlyn of being a kid again and she found herself no longer able to fight off sleep. The Torrances hadn’t even moved into the hotel before Caitlyn was completely unconscious. She wasn’t awake to see it, but Vi drifted off not long after that.
The sun filtered through nearly its entire trajectory, bright noon light into warmer afternoon light into dim evening light, before Caitlyn was able to drag the veil of sleep off of herself. She woke, her head thick and her eyes sticky, and squinted at a clock on the wall. They had slept for almost seven hours. They’d skipped lunch and were almost past dinnertime. She glanced up at Vi. Warmth bloomed like spring flowers in her chest. Vi’s head was tilted back onto the armrest of the couch and soft snores were falling from her open mouth. One hand was behind her head and the other was curled protectively around Caitlyn’s shoulders. The thought arose in her mind that she didn’t need dinner at all. Maybe she should just snuggle back down and drift off. Caitlyn was about to do just that when a sound tore from the redhead’s lips.
Caitlyn looked back up. That hadn’t been another snore, it had sounded more like..
Another sound, this time more fully fledged. A moan, undeniably. Vi shifted in her sleep, her legs tightening around Caitlyn’s body. Then, a fuzzy, mumbled, “Cait..”
The smile that crawled across Caitlyn’s face at the realization that Vi was having a sex dream - about her - was hot and almost predatory. Oh this was delicious. Caitlyn was fully awake now, watching Vi’s face contort and her lips form incoherent murmurs. It was just too enticing, too tempting. Much as she would’ve loved to just sit and listen to the woman dream about her, Caitlyn just could not stand to keep her hands to herself any longer.
She began to pepper kisses up the inner part of Vi’s leg, her access to skin frustratingly blocked by the woman’s pants. Heat emanated from Vi’s core, she could feel it even through the fabric. Slowly, she slid her hands up the muscular woman’s thighs and settled them around her hips, holding them in place when they twitched weakly. Whenever she dipped below her waistband, Caitlyn knew the woman would already be soaked and ready for her.
She was reminded of Vi’s taste, and she drew her tongue across her lips, chasing the ghost of the flavor. Heady and salty, mixed with backnotes of sweetness. Her own hips canted forward into the couch cushions, spurred on by the memory. Moving quicker now, fueled on by a desire that had roared back to life with all the ferocity of a woman starved, she made no attempt to be gentle as she unbuckled Vi’s belt and tugged her pants down to mid thigh.
Naturally, that woke Vi up.
“Huh?” her voice was still fuzzy with sleep. When her eyes met Caitlyn’s, staring up at her from between her legs, they went wide and dark all at once. “Oh,” she finished, weakly. Caitlyn smirked.
“Is this okay?” She murmured into the spot where Vi’s hip met her thigh, nipping at the skin and then soothing it over with her tongue.
“I- God - I was having a dream.. How did you know?” The hand that had been curled around Caitlyn’s shoulders moved up to twist into the hair at the nape of her neck.
Caitlyn let out a dark chuckle, nuzzling into the soft hair that dusted Vi’s pubic bone. “You may have been quiet when I fucked you last night-” Vi’s hips jerked up harshly at her words, bumping against her chin. “-but you are certainly not a quiet dreamer, darling. Now, I’ll ask again, is this okay?”
Instead of answering, Vi’s head fell back on the armrest once more, her eyes rolling back in her head as she tugged Caitlyn’s face closer to her bare cunt. God, she was so close she could fucking smell her. Caitlyn’s mouth watered, but she clawed to maintain her self restraint. That rush of power, of intoxicating confidence -that was becoming common every time she spoke to Vi- surged and gave her the strength to hold back. But, just barely.
“Violet,” she growled, her fingers digging deep crescents into the skin of the woman’s thighs. “Answer me when I speak to you.”
Vi didn’t answer so much as explode with pleas, her hips rocking up and up, searching desperately for Caitlyn’s mouth. She had to bite the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood in order to restrain herself from dragging her tongue up Vi’s desperate pussy. But, Caitlyn Kiramman was many things. And stubborn was at the top of that list.
“Not a fucking answer,” she bit out, her patience wearing as thin as her self control. But, god, she was rewarded for her composure by the sight of the woman beneath her. She hadn’t even touched Vi yet, and she was trembling, beads of sweat standing out on her temple, and the hand that wasn’t tugging insistently on Caitlyn’s hair was in a white-knuckled grip on the couch cushion. In short, she looked like a goddess. And Caitlyn so badly wanted to tell her exactly that. But she still had not answered, and she needed to rectify that before she could sate the burning hunger between her legs.
“Roll over,” she said abruptly, backing up and sitting on her heels. Vi blinked her hazy eyes open, staring at Caitlyn as if not quite hearing her. “Now,” Caitlyn said, more insistently this time.
Hastily, and with a distinct lack of coordination, Vi rolled onto her stomach. She peered curiously over her shoulder at Caitlyn. She had that defiant, bratty look on her face that screamed ‘anything you tell me to do, I will push back on’. Caitlyn smirked. She wondered how quickly she could get that look to melt right off Vi’s face.
She moved forward, letting her perfect mask of cool superiority slip into place, delighting when Vi took in a sharp breath at the sight. She straddled the back of Vi’s thighs, running her hands up and over her ass, kneading her fingers into the firm flesh. “When I ask you something,” Caitlyn said, enunciating clearly and speaking slowly. “You answer me.”
Vi raised her eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the left side of her face. “And if I don’t?” She asked, batting her eyelashes in an infuriating picture of innocence.
Caitlyn’s open palm came down on Vi’s ass with a sharp crack.
The redhead jerked forward, her mouth falling open in shock and a strangled moan tumbling out. There was a perfect, red, imprint of Caitlyn’s hand on the left side of her ass. She admired it, tracing a gentle finger across the outline as she waited for Vi to gather her wits.
“J-Jesus,” Vi choked out.
Caitlyn leaned over her, making sure to speak directly into her ear. “That’s not my name, Violet.”
Vi let out a string of curses, none of them including any of the words Caitlyn was expecting to hear. Her own cunt was seizing around nothing, and she could feel herself dripping into her jeans. She felt unmoored, out of control, and yet so firmly in it. But she didn’t know how much longer she could take this herself.
She returned to her spot on Vi’s thighs, all business now. She let her hand come down on the left side of her ass, making a matching hand print. “What’s my name?”
“C-Caitlyn!” Vi yelped out, her face buried in the couch, jaw clenched so tightly that she could see the muscles working in her cheek.
“Good girl,” she crooned, drawing a gentle hand across the angry red mark. “Now, let me ask again: is this okay?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, god- Caitlyn, yes.”
She smirked when Vi corrected herself, the woman’s easy compliance satisfying something deep within her. “Good,” she praised, then spanked Vi once more for good measure. “That was for making me repeat myself. Now, roll back over.”
This time, Vi complied immediately.
Caitlyn didn’t bother with any more demands, didn’t even bother making the woman undress. She needed relief and she needed it now. Standing on shaking legs, she stripped off her pants, tossed them away, and then in one lithe step (thank god she’d taken up yoga again) straddled Vi’s face.
“Holy f-”
Caitlyn lowered her cunt to the woman’s face before she had a chance to get the rest of the swear out. For her credit, Vi only took a few stunned seconds before she surged up into Caitlyn’s core, diving between her folds like she was starving. Her tongue was hot and eager, sliding a scorching path from her entrance to her clit and then back again. Caitlyn nearly shrieked as she finally got what she needed, biting her own knuckles to stave off the scream building in her throat. She was facing towards Vi’s legs, and watched with tremendous satisfaction as Vi’s hips rose up and off the couch in rhythm with her tongue strokes on Caitlyn’s cunt. Her pants were still shoved halfway down her legs, and the insides of her thighs were glistening with her own slick.
“T-touch yourself,” Caitlyn said, her voice harsh and low. “I want to watch, baby.”
Like it had been shot from a gun, Vi’s hand shot to her own needing pussy, not bothering with slow strokes. She rubbed tight, fast circles into her own clit. Her pace was so ferocious that the veins in her forearms stood out with each twist. Even Caitlyn’s knuckles couldn’t block the filthy moan that tore from her mouth at the sight.
“That’s it, Violet, such a good girl for me,” it was like a dam had burst in her mouth, and she found herself unable to stop talking. “Touch yourself just like that, god, yes.”
She rolled her hips down into Vi’s mouth, coating her chin with her desire. Caitlyn began a bruising, rocking pace, grinding down on Vi’s lips, tongue, teeth, chin. She was half out of her mind with the need to finish, to release, to cum.
“Yeah baby,” she panted. “Right there, j-just like that, oh Vi, you’re doing so well for me.”
Vi’s hips snapped up once, twice, and then froze midair. Caitlyn was about to scold her for stopping when suddenly the woman cried out into her cunt as she hit her peak, the vibrations making Caitlyn’s back arch. Vi’s abs went visibly taut where her shirt had ridden up, sweat coating her skin. Her legs shook and her hips ground forward into her hand wildly until she finally sagged back into the couch, resuming eating Caitlyn out with vigor.
And the only though in Caitlyn’s lust-addled mind was: I need to taste her.
So, with her climax beginning to tingle low in her stomach, she leaned forward and buried her tongue into Vi’s spent cunt. God. It was even better than she remembered. She lapped desperately at Vi’s cum, the heady taste coating her tongue and her throat as she greedily tried to swallow every drop. Then, Vi did something particularly talented with her tongue and Caitlyn was tumbling over her peak and muffling her scream between Vi’s legs.
She saw stars so vividly that for a moment she feared she lost consciousness. But then, Vi rolled her hips weakly up into her face, and Caitlyn returned to her body. Wave after unrelenting wave of pleasure wracked Caitlyn’s body, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her arms finally gave out and she collapsed, boneless, against the redhead. She slid back around to settle herself against Vi’s chest, listening to her heartbeat gradually return to a calmer rhythm.
The peace stretched until they’d both managed to catch their breath, though Caitlyn still fancied she could see the outlines of stars behind her eyelids.
“You,” Vi said, her face mussed up and pink. “Are my dream woman, Caitlyn Kiramman.”
That statement had them both crashing into one another again, breathless and giggling, until Vi insisted that they needed to shower the day off. They tumbled down the hall into her bathroom, where they took their time undressing each other - first with their eyes and then with their hands. Backs met cold tile, moans echoed off linoleum, fingers charted paths down hips and into wet heat. They showered until the water ran cold, and stayed a bit longer even after that. When they finally emerged from the bathroom, hanging off one another and laughing like everything was one big inside joke, they made their way back to the couch and restarted the movie that they’d fallen asleep to.
They curled up there, warm, sated, and perfectly, blissfully happy. Caitlyn looked up at Vi, smiling to herself as the redhead winced at something happening on the screen. Gently, she twined their fingers together and returned her attention to the movie. That night, they would each set their alarms for four in the morning, and Vi would concur that the book had been better than the movie, and they would kiss one another good night for the first time.
That would be how most of their days would end from that moment on.
A wrong number in a set of ten digits, a slip of the finger, a slip of the tongue. A statistical improbability blossomed into a lifetime of love, happiness, and security.
No mystery about that.