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“Would you stop that?” an accented voice hissed from across the silence space between tables.
Vi jumped, blinking blearily as her eyes focused on the person who was whisper-yelling at her.
Blue eyes were glaring at her left hand, and Vi looked down, wincing when she saw her thumb pressed to the top of her pen…she’d probably been clicking it while the words in her textbook swam all over the place.
Vi looked up again, giving Caitlyn Kiramman, of all fucking people, a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” she mouthed more than whispered, since it was scarily quiet in the library, and Vi smiled for real when the preppy rich girl’s eyes widened with surprise.
She recovered and cleared her throat, mouthing back, “Thank you,” as she shifted around in her seat, clearly trying to get comfortable again after the study interruption.
Vi wasn’t honestly sure she’d been comfortable before. The library had really shitty chairs, which was why Vi always brought one of those stadium seat cushions. Worked for bleachers and it also worked to make sure her hips didn’t get fucked up while she yanked her hair out trying to figure out Victorian British Literature.
Summer semester was great because, early on, it had let Vi catch up on classes she’d missed in high school from going to juvie, and it was great now because she had a lighter course load going into senior year. It was a huge year for the rugby team, it was her second year as captain, and they actually had a shot at winning the championship this year. She needed time during senior year to practice, and she needed time to plan, and she needed time to sleep.
So, she’d stayed at Pilt U for the summer, sweating her ass off in classrooms that weren’t air conditioned well enough for how hot it got in the northeast and studying literature, which she hated, and she’d be lucky to pass. She was squeaking by as it was, and she really wasn’t looking forward to her final tomorrow afternoon. Her jaw ached from clenching her teeth, and she was tense and fidgety - and annoying the University Dean’s daughter with her pen clicking.
Vi yawned, jaw cracking, and stretched her arms over her head, cracking everything while she was at it. She was cracking her knuckles in a familiar sequence when her eyes caught on Caitlyn, who looked frozen, highlighter hovering over her notebook, lips very slightly parted.
Blue eyes traveled up to hers, and, when Vi raised her eyebrows, Caitlyn jerked back into note-taking mode, the squeak of her highlighter audible in the silent library.
Vi chuckled softly to herself, tugging her shirt down from where it had ridden up her stomach.
Well. That’s unexpected.
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Boring a hole through her notebook while highlighting sentences at random, Caitlyn prayed to any god that would listen that the ridiculously muscled, tattooed rugby captain with the crooked grin was sleep-deprived enough to put Caitlyn’s clear ogling down to some sort of hallucination.
The soft chuckling she could hear was dashing every single one of her hopes on that front, but she supposed she could live in denial.
It really, truly wasn’t her fault.
The time on the miniature clock she always brought with her to study since the one in the library was enormous and ticked, so she liked to sit as far away from it as possible, read one thirty three A.M., and Caitlyn’s rigid mental walls had started melting at around midnight. The stress of her impending Calculus II final was enough to make her pick her cuticles absolutely raw, and she was more than a little grateful to Mel for gifting her beautiful fidget rings for her last birthday. Her hands had been spared, which was at least one thing to be glad about, but she still felt wound tight enough to do a phenomenal impression of a longbow.
There had been little to offer her any kind of stress relief during the summer semester. She’d done her best with regular visits to her masseuse, an elderly Ionian woman whose tiny, wiry body possessed enough rage to actually make some of the knots in Caitlyn’s upper back unwind, but, inevitably, those knots came right back the moment she went to class or got a text message from her mother.
Summer semester, for most students, was a way to re-take classes they’d failed during the year, get a jump on the next semester, or pad their resumes. For Caitlyn, summer semester was all three of those things, in addition to…the absolute busiest few months of her social calendar. There were baby showers, and galas, and fundraisers, and lake trips, and beach trips, and any other engagement her mother deemed necessary for her to attend.
So, Caitlyn was exhausted, and stressed to the absolute max, and her ability to resist eyeing the stupidly attractive rugby captain’s chiseled stomach was shot to Hell.
Her highlighter made another obnoxious squeaking noise, and Violet - Vi - Vanderson chuckled again, and Caitlyn found herself thinking some deeply uncharitable thoughts about the hour, the location, the impending nature of a final exam she was unlikely to do very well on, despite all her studying, and…the fact that she was very, very deep in the closet.
Caitlyn supposed it was good that she was too worn out and stressed about other things to panic that Vi might tell someone that she’d caught her staring.
When the words, numbers, and letters in her notebook remained an unintelligible, colorful soup, Caitlyn decided that one thirty seven in the morning was a good enough time to give up. She’d studied as much as she was going to be able to, and tomorrow afternoon, she’d find out if she’d done enough to pass.
There wasn’t any utility in staying in the library and sitting across from a living, breathing distraction.
Caitlyn sighed heavily, capping her highlighter and slapping it down on her notebook, cringing when the sound echoed in the small area around the table.
A snort echoed back to her, and Caitlyn flushed pink, deliberately keeping her motions methodical as she packed up her bag to leave.
Her small clock was the last thing to go in her bag, and, as she stood up from the table, Caitlyn pulled out her phone to text Jayce. He was supposed to be around tonight, and it would be nicer to have him walk her to her car than to wait for campus security, who took forever to show up when there wasn’t an actual emergency.
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Vi gave up on trying to learn anything else about Dickens about the time it seemed like Caitlyn - who’d definitely checked her out earlier - sighed and slapped her highlighter onto her notebook.
It was almost two A.M., and Vi was kind of a night owl, but she’d been at the library so long that she was pretty sure her ass was fused to the seat, and her dyslexia was acting up so bad that it had actually taken effort to read the clock on her phone. All she could really do now was go the fuck home and try to get some rest before her final. If she could sleep at all, since stress made her insomnia act up, and Vi had stopped going on three A.M. runs around campus since she’d been stopped by security twice, and Vi didn’t have as much against guys on golf carts with big flashlights asking her what her “business” was as she did cops, but she still wasn’t a fan.
So, Vi shoved all her shit back into her bag and zipped it, swearing when a sheet of paper got caught in the zipper, and wrestling with her bag until she could shove the ripped sheet back in her bag and get the zipper fully shut. It was too goddamn late, and she was wound too goddamn tight. She wanted to hit something, and it had been a while since she’d gotten this jittery.
She stood up from the table, shaking out her leg to get her knee to crack before she pushed the chair in and checked around to be sure she hadn’t left a mess for the librarian to clean up. When she’d made sure that, this time, she hadn’t absentmindedly torn up a piece of paper, or an eraser, or whatever the fuck else into tiny pieces, Vi headed toward the exit.
It was kind of eerily quiet in the library. Aside from the one librarian on the night shift, she and Caitlyn were now the only two students in the library. There were more during the spring and fall semesters, but…not that many students took classes in the summer, so…it was just them.
“Shit.”
Vi raised her eyebrows, walking the final few steps to where Caitlyn was standing - and swearing at her phone. “Strong language there, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn looked up at her.
Wow, her eyes were even prettier up close.
“Cupcake?”
Vi grinned. “Yeah, you know. ‘cause you’re so sweet.”
Caitlyn’s lips pursed and she flushed a little pink. “I’m not sure how you’d make that assessment, given that we’ve never spoken.”
Point, Cupcake, Vi thought, and then shrugged. “Maybe I can just tell.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, going back to her phone with a sarcastic, “Right.”
Vi looked around the library as they fell into awkward silence, not really sure why she was sticking around when the door was right there.
A second later, she was glad she had, because Caitlyn groaned, phone to her ear, and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Bad news?” Vi asked, biting back a grin when Caitlyn glared at her again.
She was cute when she was annoyed, which Vi definitely didn’t need to be noticing.
A few moments passed, and then Caitlyn pulled her phone away from her ear with a sigh. “My friend isn’t answering his phone, and he usually walks me to my car when I study late. So, now, I have to call campus security and wait a shitting eternity.”
“‘A shitting eternity’?” Vi asked, chuckling at the wording.
“Have you ever had to wait for campus security to walk you to your car?” Caitlyn asked, one perfect eyebrow raised.
Vi’s smile fell. “Nope.”
“Well, then keep your judgement about my time measurement metrics to yourself,” Caitlyn snarked, mostly to her phone.
Vi wasn’t sure if it was the way Caitlyn’s hair was falling out of its the sleek ponytail, strands wisping over her ear and down her neck, or the frustrated scrunch of her nose as she stabbed her fingers at her phone screen, or the way Vi’d caught her looking earlier, her expression more unguarded than Vi had ever seen it, but whatever it was made Vi say, “I’ll walk you.”
Caitlyn’s head popped up in shock, her eyebrows creasing together. “What?”
Heart pounding a mile a minute, Vi repeated, “I’ll walk you.”
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Caitlyn blinked at Vi, who was rocking back and forth on her feet a little nervously, hands tightening and releasing on her backpack straps while she waited for Caitlyn to answer.
Finally, Caitlyn recovered her manners. “Oh. Uhm…you’re sure you don’t mind?”
Vi’s chin jerked up and down. “Yep.”
“Oh,” Caitlyn said, clearing her throat as she woodenly put away her phone. “Th- thank you.”
Vi smiled at her, and Caitlyn wondered if it was because she’d stuttered, or because she’d accepted the offer, but it wasn’t like she was going to ask.
“So uh…” Vi said, trailing off. “Where…?”
“Oh!” Caitlyn exclaimed softly. “Yes, that would. Right. Uhm, yes, it’s…” Caitlyn shook her head, giving up on her stupid, stammering explanation of where her car was parked and, instead, strode purposefully toward the library doors, a chuckling Vi trailing behind.
Caitlyn had known she was gay since she’d first heard fairytales and hadn’t been able to picture Prince Charming as anyone but a woman, but she’d never felt as gay as she did right now.
She’d also rarely felt this pathetic, but such was life. It was roundabout two o’clock in the morning, her right hand was going numb from how tense the muscles behind her shoulderblade were, she was a bit disheveled, and, to top it all off, the hottest person she’d ever seen was walking her to her car.
When Caitlyn decided that she couldn’t stand either the silence or how pathetic she was, she asked, “Do you also have your last final tomorrow?”
Vi startled a bit, which Caitlyn thought was fair, given the fact that they’d been walking in silence for the better part of a quarter mile.
“Uh, yeah. British Victorian Literature. You?”
Caitlyn nodded. “Calculus.”
“You uh…” Vi started, clearing her throat before she finished, “You feel ready?”
It made absolutely no sense, and she had absolutely no reason to trust Vi other than that her chivalry seemed genuine, but, for some reason, Caitlyn found herself comfortable enough on this awkward walk in the dark to tell Vi the truth: “Not really. Math makes absolutely no sense to me, no matter how hard I try, but if I have to retake this course again, I might as well just flee into the woods to live in shameful solitude.”
There was a long silence following Caitlyn’s answer, and her hands tightened on the straps of her tote bag as she imagined that trite analogy about trying to shove toothpaste back into the tube.
“The woods, huh?” Vi asked, sounding a mixture of amused and genuinely concerned, and Caitlyn glanced over to see if one of those two things was winning out.
One corner of Vi’s lips was tugged up into a half smile, and, even in the dark, her light eyes sparkled, and Caitlyn very nearly tripped on an uneven bit of the path as her heart thrummed faster in her chest. Thankfully, she spotted it in time, which meant that she got to answer Vi in a standing position, rather than from the pavement. “Yes. I’ve been fantasizing about what color to paint my cabin.”
Vi snorted, her half-smile spreading into a full, beautiful grin, and Caitlyn was glad she didn’t have to speak at the moment because she was completely breathless.
“What shade of blue are you leaning toward?” Vi asked, mirth in her voice, and Caitlyn pulled up short, freezing on the path. She watched Vi walk a few paces past her, and then she watched Vi half-turn toward her.
“You good?”
Caitlyn was not good.
“Of course, yes.”
Vi nodded. “Okay.”
“Right,” Caitlyn said, mostly to herself as a sort of pep talk, which was a ridiculous thing to need for a walk, and forced her wooden body back into motion.
The panic - the frozen, visceral sensation of being seen - was passing quickly, to Caitlyn’s great relief, and, even upon a semi-frantic scan of Vi’s body language and general demeanor, she could see no…unease. No judgement.
Steeling herself to answer Vi’s question, Caitlyn subconsciously straightened her posture, and, when she opened her mouth, what came out was, “How did you know I was thinking of painting it blue?”
Vi cleared her throat, a little awkward, and her expression was almost sheepish as she turned her pink-tinged face toward her enough to gesture with her head. “You uh…seems like you like blue.”
Caitlyn looked down at her outfit as they walked, and considered her navy blue loafers, her navy blue pleated skirt, her pale blue and white striped cardigan, under which was a pale blue camisole…and the navy blue leather tote she was carrying.
She supposed that one didn’t have to be that observant to come to the conclusion she liked blue, but it was strangely touching that Vi had noticed, all the same.
The subject of this deluge of surprising feelings was still waiting patiently, so Caitlyn steered the conversation back toward the origin of this whole situation. “Do you feel prepared for your final?”
Vi huffed a small laugh. “You mean do I think I’m gonna need to flee into the woods tomorrow?”
Caitlyn grinned, and, despite herself, quipped back, “Excuse you, the woods are my solution to escaping academic shame, thank you very much.”
“What, no extra room in that blue cabin of yours?” Vi teased, and Caitlyn rolled her eyes, shaking her head as, internally, she panicked and died a little bit because she was fairly certain that Vi was flirting with her.
Dropping the joke, Vi answered her properly. “I’ve got my English Lit final tomorrow, and I honestly don’t know how it’ll go. I’ve studied as much as I can, but…I don’t know, maybe British Victorian Literature is my Calculus.”
Caitlyn nodded, saying the only thing she could really think of that might be remotely helpful when staring down a major exam for a dreadful subject. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Vi said. “You, too.”
Caitlyn smiled, and her reply was quiet, hushed a bit by the genuineness of Vi’s reply. “Thank you.”
They lapsed into silence again, and Caitlyn was both very glad and very frustrated she’d parked so far from the library.
“I’ve been stressing like crazy over this stupid final, so at least that’ll be over with,” Vi added sometime later.
Caitlyn heaved a sigh. “Yes, I’ll be so relieved once the exam is over. I’ve been wound as tight as a spring for months, it feels like.”
“You got any plans for how you’re gonna celebrate?"
“Celebrate?” Caitlyn asked, quizzical.
“Yeah, you know. Celebrate being done with the exam. Big, stressful thing out of the way.”
Caitlyn’s lips twisted in a wry smile. “Aside from a dreadful engagement party brunch, I’ve got a free weekend. I suppose that counts.”
“That does not count,” Vi replied, sounding almost offended.
“Well…” Caitlyn told her, shrugging. “Then, no.”
“Damn…” Vi sighed. “You gotta figure out something to do to unwind, at least.”
Caitlyn could think of literally only one thing she actually wanted to do to unwind, and she thought that if she told Vi what that was, she’d have to check herself into a mental institution, because it would be insane to proposition the rugby captain after speaking with her for less than twenty minutes.
Caitlyn’s ogling from afar the past few years notwithstanding, they didn’t know one another at all.
“Mm,” Caitlyn hummed, digging in her tote bag for her keys to give herself something to do while she thought of a response that wasn’t, “I’d love to do you to unwind.”
With a victorious noise, Caitlyn located her cluster of keys, which had somehow gotten unhooked from their little, designated clip. “I’ll think on that.”
“For sure. I hope you can unwind at least a little bit before your final, too. Stress probably won’t help you be better at math,” Vi joked lightly, nodding as they slowed to a stop next to Caitlyn’s car.
“You might be right about that.” Caitlyn turned to face Vi properly, a genuine smile coming to her lips easily. “Thank you very much for walking me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Vi replied, shifting a little bit back and forth on her feet, her eyes darting to the side.
Curious about what appeared to be sudden nerves, Caitlyn inclined her head, waiting to see if Vi enlightened her or if, maybe, she was just uncomfortable with gratitude.
Vi took a deep breath, and Caitlyn’s keys dangled limply from her fingers as Vi made very deliberate eye contact.
“My housemate’s out of town.”
Caitlyn blinked at her.
“If you ever want to…unwind.” Vi swallowed, perfect, pearly teeth chewing anxiously at her bottom lip.
Caitlyn’s heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she absolutely could not come up with a pithy reply, so she did the only thing she could think of to reply to Vi’s offer in the - stunned but very enthusiastic - affirmative.
Caitlyn dropped her keys back in her bag.
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Vi watched Caitlyn’s neat cluster of keys fall into her shoulder bag, listened to them jingle as they hit something inside that stopped their fall, feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience.
She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and she definitely didn’t know what to do with the fact that Caitlyn…was standing there holding the handles of her shoulder bag and looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
Jerkily, Vi turned and gestured with her shoulder for Caitlyn to follow her.
Vi’s heart beat out of her chest, drowning out the sound of her boots scuffing on the sidewalk, and Caitlyn’s loafers clicking a steady rhythm next to her.
Just say something, Vi mentally yelled at herself. It was probably rude not to talk to the person you’d just invited to hook up, and it was starting to be an awkwardly long time since they’d left the parking lot, and Vi’s jackhammering heart was caught in her fucking throat.
“Did you feel that?” Caitlyn asked.
Vi made a confused noise, forcing herself to actually look at Caitlyn and try to be, like, normal.
When her eyes started talking to her brain, Vi registered that one of Caitlyn’s slender hands was raised, palm up, and she was looking at the sky with a squinty expression on her face.
Come to think of it, it did kind of smell like rain…
Before Vi could make a comment about summer storms, the wind gusted, whipping leaves across the sidewalk.
Vi picked up the pace, indicating with her head for Caitlyn to follow. “Uh, we should probably…”
“Yes…” Caitlyn agreed, hugging her bag tighter to her side, slim shoulders shrugging up toward her ears against the strong wind as they walked quicker and huge raindrops started to fall, splattering the sidewalk like the sky was trying to start a paintball fight.
Vi’s apartment wasn’t even that far - all they had to do was cross the street up ahead and round a corner, and, bam, home-sweet-home.
But they weren’t gonna make it.
Like the clouds were reading her mind, they ripped open.
“Ah, shit.”
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Caitlyn gasped in tandem with Vi’s observant curse as it began to rain - pour, really - a nearly-opaque curtain of water obscuring her vision of the pavement ahead.
The streetlamps provided unhelpful blurs of whitish yellow in the tableau, and the palm she was holding aloft to see about the severity of the clearly imminent storm had a puddle of water in it. Caitlyn gasped again as warm fingers wrapped around hers.
“Come on!” Vi laughed, tugging her frozen form forward.
Caitlyn’s body lurched into motion as Vi led her through the rain, both of them jogging as well as they could while holding hands and shielding their bags from the rain.
“It’s just up here,” Vi yelled over a boom of thunder that shook the pavement.
“Thank God,” Caitlyn replied, water splashing against her teeth as she answered Vi’s incredulous grin with her own.
Vi pulled them to a halt, carefully checking both ways as they reached a crosswalk, and then they resumed their mad dash after she’d ascertained the coast was clear.
A short while after that, Vi was tugging her under cover of a small eave and Caitlyn’s hands were both cold again as Vi let go to fumble for her keys in the soaked pocket of her jeans.
“Fucking fuck—“ Vi muttered, finally yanking the keys out of her pocket as lightning flashed, lighting up the battered brown paint of the front door better than the sad excuse for a porch light.
A moment later, the door was open and they were hurrying inside, dripping water on the scuffed wood floor as Vi got the door shut and latched.
She turned as soon as that was done, leaning her broad back against the door. “Oh my God,” she laughed, running a hand over her pink-haired head, shaking her hand off when she was done, leaving her with slicked-back hair and that damned grin.
Caitlyn let her bag slip from her shoulder, barely remembering to set it down gently as she lunged forward, taking a wide-eyed Vi’s face in her hands and kissing her.
To Vi’s credit, she responded quickly, shifting the slightly awkward slant of their lips together so that they were kissing properly, and oh, this was such a good bad idea.
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Breathless from the rain, and, now, because of Caitlyn, up against her and kissing her unexpectedly hot and heavy, Vi slipped one arm around Caitlyn’s tiny waist and cupped the back of her neck with the other, groaning when Caitlyn moaned at the closer contact.
They were practically stuck together chest-to-knee, their wet clothes clinging and warming slowly.
Caitlyn’s tongue drew along her bottom lip and Vi gasped, hand fisting the material of Caitlyn’s soaking wet sweater as Caitlyn’s tongue touched hers.
Vi pushed back, kissing Caitlyn harder as she grabbed for the edges of her sweater, fingers catching on smooth buttons as she tugged it open and helped Caitlyn pull it fully off.
It hit the floor with a wet smack and Caitlyn smiled against her lips, both of them laughing even as Caitlyn’s fingers scrabbled at the bottom of Vi’s t-shirt, making goosebumps break out, raising the hair on Vi’s arms as she leaned back enough to start to drag it over her head.
The rain on her skin stuck the wet cotton to her arms, and Vi struggled with getting the shirt over her elbows, and struggled some more when Caitlyn pulled her forward by her waist with cold hands and leaned in to kiss her again.
Vi panted into the kiss, clenching and shivering as Caitlyn’s nails scratched her sticky skin, just a little bit, and she whined, the burst of sound pathetic in the dead quiet of the apartment as she failed at yanking off her shirt.
Caitlyn leaned back with a chuckle, raising one of those eyebrows as she asked, “Need a hand?”
Vi scoffed, yanking her arms apart, her body squirming as her elbows strained against her shirt. “Fucking obviously.”
Blue eyes rolled, but Caitlyn steadied her with a firm grip on her hips before she reached up and helped her get her shirt off.
“Mmf!”
Vi swallowed Caitlyn’s noise of surprise as she slammed forward, sending them both stumbling toward the bedroom.
As they made their way, they both struggled out of more clothing, and Vi was almost shaking with anticipation.
Caitlyn Kiramman was about to be naked in her bed.
Holy shit.
Vi huffed an amazed laugh against Caitlyn’s lips, hoping that the Dean’s daughter put it down to the fact that Vi was also trying to stumble out of her beat-up high-tops.
They made it to the bedroom and Vi only had one bruised elbow from smacking it on the doorframe, which she thought was pretty good, since she hadn’t turned on any lights and Caitlyn’s tongue in her mouth was making her dizzy.
The backs of Vi’s knees hit her bed way sooner than she thought they would, and she tripped onto it with an “oof!”, trying not to be too embarrassed about it when Caitlyn laughed.
“Ugh,” Vi groaned, sitting up enough to click on the little lamp she had on her scuffed nightstand. Warm, yellowy light filled the room, but Vi wasn’t looking at her desk (which was a mess), or her floor (which was kind of a mess), or her closet (which was a complete mess), because Caitlyn was standing in front of her, lamplight highlighting the shadowy lines of her muscles as she started to pull her blue camisole off.
Vi swallowed as she watched the hem of Caitlyn’s camisole slide up over pale skin dotted with a few little moles, and then the soft divot of her bellybutton, and then Vi only had a second to appreciate the fact that Caitlyn was hiding abs underneath those preppy little sweaters before she was tugging her shirt up enough to pull it off and Vi was staring like a pervert as Caitlyn tossed her shirt to the side and her fantastic tits bounced and jiggled with the motion. Wide-eyed and feeling insane, Vi gave into impulse, wrapping her arms around Caitlyn’s waist and pulling her closer until she was face-first in Caitlyn’s tits.
“Holy fuck,” Vi groaned, kissing across one of the lacy cups of Caitlyn’s navy blue bra, soft skin under her hands as she spread her fingers against Caitlyn’s surprisingly muscular back.
She needed to ask Caitlyn why in the fuck she was so jacked.
But like.
After they’d…unwound a little.
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Caitlyn gasped, winding her fingers into soft pink hair as Vi kissed along the edges of her bra cups, the sensation hot and thrilling, and if this was a bad idea, then Caitlyn needed to have more of those.
She let go of Vi’s head long enough to unhook her bra and throw that to the side to join her shirt, and her knees wobbled as big hands cupped her breasts, kneading gently, roughened thumbs brushing her nipples as Vi groaned but, rather unexpectedly, took her time, covering Caitlyn’s skin in soft kisses before sucking her nipple into her mouth.
“Oh!” Caitlyn gasped, grabbing for Vi’s head with one hand and her shoulder with the other as her knees nearly buckled.
Vi chuckled against her skin, and Caitlyn was reminded of the library just a little bit earlier…before she wasn’t thinking of anything at all but Vi’s mouth on her other nipple.
Caitlyn’s skin was still chilled, and Vi’s hands and mouth felt hot as she touched, and kissed, and drove Caitlyn completely insane.
Vi’s moan was a blazing reminder that Caitlyn desperately needed her to be naked.
Caitlyn’s appreciation from afar and idle fantasies had absolutely nothing on the real thing. She genuinely couldn’t believe that this was happening, but she wasn’t about to let the opportunity to act on her attraction to the rugby team captain go to waste.
Dragging her eyelids open, Caitlyn reached down to claw for the band of Vi’s sports bra, yanking up as soon as her fingers gained purchase on the tight fabric.
Laughing, Vi leaned back, abdominals rippling as she pulled off her sports bra, and Caitlyn could see absolutely no other option than to hastily undo the zip on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a damp, crumpled heap, where she left it to straddle Vi’s hips.
“Whoa,” Vi uttered, laughter fading almost instantly as she, instead, reached for Caitlyn’s thighs.
There was a kind of appreciation in Vi’s eyes and in her touch that Caitlyn thought she might get drunk on, but she shoved that dangerous thought into a far corner of her mind as she leaned forward and set her hands on the mattress on either side of Vi’s head, boxing her in.
A strong hand left her thigh to close nearly fully around her bicep, coasting zinging warmth up and down her skin.
Vi grinned. “What now, Cupcake?”
The cockiness was…ludicrously hot, but Caitlyn wasn’t one to let challenges go unmet, so she pushed her anxieties aside and raised an eyebrow, answering Vi’s question: “I thought I’d eat you out, if you’re amenable.”
It was incredibly gratifying to watch Vi’s nervous swallow.
Caitlyn was the one grinning now, as she leaned down for a kiss…but only skimmed her lips across Vi’s before she started a path downward, unable to prevent herself from humming excitedly as she touched and kissed her way down Vi’s muscle-bound torso.
Vi was just…unreal. Solid muscle that jumped underneath her fingertips and flexed with Vi’s gasping breaths was complemented beautifully with soft skin and gentle curves. Caitlyn gave the skin just to the right of Vi’s bellybutton a hard, open-mouthed kiss, sighing when Vi’s hand cupped the back of her head.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Caitlyn murmured, overcome by the want mixed with thrilling surreality as she carefully slid off the edge of the bed and kneeled between powerful thighs.
Both her hands and Vi’s shook slightly from excitement as they rid her of boxer briefs that were soaked from more than the rain, and Caitlyn licked her lips, relishing the sight in front of her for a moment.
The thick muscle along the insides of Vi’s thighs twitched, and Vi swore, and then Caitlyn leaned in, hesitating just where she could feel the heat from Vi’s soaked, swollen cunt, waiting until Vi met her eyes and nodded to close the rest of the distance.
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“Fuck! Ohhh, my God,” Vi groaned, fighting to keep her eyes open and then screwing them shut and arching her head into her thin mattress as Caitlyn sucked on her clit, flicking her tongue over it fast and hard.
She was alternating between that and gentle kisses and licks all over, and Vi wondered if maybe this was a bad idea, because she was never going to be able to concentrate on anything ever again, since the sight of blue eyes looking up at her was stamped permanently on the insides of her eyelids.
Caitlyn moaned, pulling off with a wet noise, and Vi shivered as Caitlyn’s breath puffed over her pussy, and then Caitlyn leaned back in.
Blue eyes met hers again, and Vi watched and felt Caitlyn’s tongue stroke broadly over her pussy, soft and wet and hot and…not enough.
With a frustrated, desperate groan, Vi reached down and used both hands to spread her lips, exposing her clit for the kind of treatment Vi needed right now to fucking come.
“Fuck, yes,” Caitlyn breathed, and Vi arched hard, her skin feeling overheated, the backs of her knees prickling with sweat as Caitlyn leaned back in to suck and lick and drive her out of her fucking mind.
It was…she was so good, and Vi wanted to last long enough that Caitlyn didn’t think she was a clueless goddamn virgin but she wasn’t gonna, because Caitlyn had found just the right rhythm and angle, and it was starting to wind the tension in Vi’s core so tight it hurt worse than abs circuit day.
Vi hissed, yanking one hand away from holding herself open to grab the edge of the bed as her face screwed up and her breath came faster and faster. “I think– I think I’m gonna–”
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Caitlyn moaned as Vi came apart on her tongue, clit twitching, wetness pulsing against her chin.
She tasted so good, and Caitlyn wanted to make this happen seventeen more times.
The fact that they had finals in a few hours was homophobic.
Fingers tapped her head uncoordinatedly but quickly enough that Caitlyn knew that Vi might be a bit too sensitive, and she pulled away, licking her lips.
She hadn’t really been conscious of the action until she saw Vi’s blown pupils, but Vi had clearly been conscious of it, because, before Caitlyn could react, she was sitting bolt upright and pulling Caitlyn to her feet just to tip them over onto the bed in a tangle for a messy kiss.
Moaning unselfconsciously, Caitlyn melted into Vi, the feeling of Vi’s lips against hers so good that she almost forgot that she could touch Vi.
To Caitlyn’s delight, Vi rolled them both over, laying solid weight on top of her.
Absolutely thrilled by this development, and wanting to feel her more than Vi was allowing, with the way she was courteously bracing most of her weight off of her, Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi’s back and her legs around Vi’s waist, pulling.
This had an unexpected effect, which was that Vi’s rippling stomach was now pressed against her center.
Caitlyn swore against Vi’s lips as the rugby captain noticed, flexing her stomach and starting to rock her hips, grinding and dragging solid muscle against her.
The slightly rough fabric of her underwear ground on her clit, giving her the tiniest bit of friction along with the incredible pressure, and Caitlyn kissed Vi nearly frantically as the twist in her lower belly coiled tight.
Her legs clamped around Vi’s waist, inner thighs burning as that coil abruptly snapped, her legs shaking hard enough to jostle Vi as her orgasm crackled through her limbs.
Vi’s ceiling was blurry when Caitlyn managed to pry her eyes open, and she had barely enough wherewithal to notice that Vi was trailing those wonderful kisses down her body before she had to grab for Vi’s pillow for something to ground her.
“Holy shit!” Caitlyn breathed, hips bucking into the quick kiss that Vi pressed to her cunt.
Vi chuckled, puffing air over her cunt that made Caitlyn squirm. And then she was squirming some more, because the rugby captain was gripping her hips, holding her solidly in place as a hot tongue rasped between her thighs.
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Vi was doing her best to concentrate past how fucking insane this was, because Caitlyn tasted amazing, and she sounded amazing, and Vi needed to remember every single detail of this because there was no way this was ever happening again, but she was having trouble with any thinking at all because holy. Fucking. Shit.
Caitlyn yanked her hair, and Vi grunted, pulling her mouth away from Caitlyn’s pussy with a wet, sucking sound. “You good?” she asked, panting.
“Yes! Sorry!” Caitlyn answered, the words breathy and high, and then she yanked Vi’s hair again, this time toward herself, and Vi got the memo.
She grinned, wrapping her hands tighter around the upper creases of Caitlyn’s thighs again to pull her closer. “I’ll get back to it, then.”
It kind of sounded like Caitlyn was trying to have some kind of response to that, but then she was moaning louder than she had been before as Vi angled her head so she could fuck Caitlyn with her tongue and still give her clit a little bit of friction with her nose.
Caitlyn’s grip on her hair was tight, and Vi wondered if Caitlyn had noticed how bad she was squirming, because Vi kind of had a thing for having her hair pulled, but she figured probably not, because after not very long…
“Oh– Ohhh, my God, Vi!” Caitlyn wailed, hips trying to jump off the bed as Caitlyn convulsed, coming hard with Vi’s tongue buried inside her.
Vi stayed right where she was until she thought she might pass out from not really being able to breathe, and then she pulled back, breathing hard, slick coating her lips, and her nose, and her chin, and her neck–
Caitlyn’s head bobbled up off the mattress and Vi watched as she dragged her elbows underneath her with a heavy sigh.
Vi smirked at her, about to make some stupid comment, maybe because she was oxygen-deprived, or maybe because Caitlyn was just so insanely hot, but before she could ruin the moment, one of Caitlyn’s perfect eyebrows raised.
“Round two?”
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“Good uh…good luck on your final.”
Caitlyn huffed a laugh, looking at Vi over her shoulder as she got dressed. “Well, at least if I don’t pass, I’ll not have spent the night beforehand in a blind panic.”
Vi grinned at her, abdominals rippling as she sat up, the sheet pooling around her hips. “Yeah, this was a uh…much better way to spend the night than what I was planning.”
Caitlyn inclined her head, curiosity overriding her interest in Vi’s bare torso. “What had you been planning to do?”
Vi shrugged, and Caitlyn was, admittedly, only half-listening to her response.
“Dunno. Panic. Eat hot chip.”
Caitlyn blinked at her, confused. “Pardon?”
Vi stared at her. “You know? The meme? ‘All women do is eat hot chip and lie’?” Vi stared at her some more, and Caitlyn stared back blankly.
“…wow,” Vi finally said, and Caitlyn swallowed nervously.
Not for the first time, she felt…separate from her peers.
And now she was suppressing the urge to burst into hysterical laughter at referring to a still-very-naked Vi as her “peer.”
“I’ll uh. I’ll find it and send it to you. It’s pretty funny,” Vi added, halting Caitlyn’s rising anxiety.
“What?” Caitlyn asked, frankly perplexed by the offer.
Vi scratched her nose, the movement accompanied by more muscles rippling. “I’ll send it to you. Can’t go around not knowing about eating hot chip, especially before finals.”
Caitlyn snorted. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to be in suspense for the next few hours.”
“Not me.”
“What?”
“I’m definitely gonna eat hot chip during my final,” Vi quipped, grinning.
“Your professor lets you bring in snacks?” Caitlyn asked, curious.
“Not sure. Gonna bring some anyway.”
Caitlyn watched her with wide eyes as she lifted one arm and flexed, bicep popping out.
“Gotta have fuel.”
Caitlyn was tracing her eyes over the veins in Vi’s forearm when a pointedly cleared throat pulled her out of her trance.
“See something you like?”
Snorting, Caitlyn stood up, striding out of the room without a backward glance to go and locate her oxfords. “I feel like I should be offended if you don’t know the answer to that.”
A thump followed by smaller, scrambling thumps echoed from Vi’s room, and Caitlyn was chuckling to herself as she slipped her feet back into her still-wet shoes with a shudder.
She stayed focused on her task, gathering her tote from where she’d dropped it last night in her frantic need to be kissing Vi immediately.
When she was dressed and ready to appear in public, she turned, and found Vi pulling on a sweatshirt. “You’re heading out, too?”
Vi raised an eyebrow at her. “I said I’d walk you to your car.”
She had, and, also, Caitlyn had absolutely assumed that that offer had expired. “…that you did.”
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The walk to Caitlyn’s car was a little weirder after having had a bunch of sex.
Like…a lot of it.
Like, Vi-was-honestly-a-little-sore a lot of it.
She hadn’t really known what to say to Caitlyn last night, and she didn’t really know what to say to her in the morning after seeing her naked.
“Are you feeling any better about your British Victorian Literature final?”
“Huh?” Vi jerked her head toward Caitlyn. “Oh, uh…no, honestly. I just really suck at all the ‘reading and writing’ subjects.”
“Do you just not like them?” Caitlyn asked, and Vi was glad she noticed that Caitlyn just looked curious - not judgmental - before she answered.
“I’m dyslexic, so they’ve just always been a struggle, I guess. Numbers make way more sense.”
Caitlyn chuckled. “I wish we could trade places. I’d happily take your final for you.”
“Yeah? You like English Lit?”
Vi definitely wasn’t noticing that Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled a little when she nodded.
“If it had been up to me, I’d have majored in it.”
“What do you mean ‘if it had been up to’ you?”
Caitlyn heaved a sigh, adjusting her bag. “My parents are very…opinionated.”
Vi sucked her teeth. “That sucks.”
“…yeah,” Caitlyn sighed again, looking…heavier.
“For what it’s worth, I’d definitely trade places with you for the exam, but I think it might be kind of obvious,” Vi said, gesturing between them.
Caitlyn cracked a smile, laughing as she watched Vi’s hand point back and forth between all the shit that was really different. “Well, I appreciate the thought.”
“Same,” Vi said, a little sorry that they’d reached the parking lot where Caitlyn’s shiny Audi was still sitting.
They didn’t talk as they walked through the lot, cutting across empty spaces, but Vi didn’t feel as awkward about it as she had when they’d left her apartment.
Caitlyn dug around in her bag for her keys, pulling her keyring out with a jingle and a victorious noise as they reached her car. “Thank you very much for…” Caitlyn gestured with the hand holding her keys, kind of pointing between them, and back toward where Vi’s apartment was, “…walking me to my car.”
Vi’s lips twitched into a grin. “No problem, Cupcake.”
“So, I’ll just, uhm…” Caitlyn said, awkwardly pointing between herself and her car.
“See you around,” Vi told her, stepping back enough that Caitlyn could open her door, and waiting until Caitlyn had turned her car on and was backing out of the parking space to pull up the hood on her sweatshirt, shove her hands into the pocket, and walk back to her apartment, wondering the whole time if she should have asked Caitlyn for her number.