Caitlyn squeals, then quickly dissolves into schoolgirl giggles as Vi hoists her up, with all the effort one might need to lift a bag of peas.
It's-- silly, maybe, how much this delights her, when they've actually had to carry each other to safety in real life-or-death situations. But isn't it nice, for once, to pretend? To have no panic or dread pulling at her senses, allowing her to fully take in the here and now-- Vi's strong arms around her, the scent of her shampoo?
(She flat-out refuses to share Cait's shower products. "Too posh," she'd said. "Everything you have smells like rich girl.")
"You're so strong," she sighs out once her giggle subside, head lolling to rest against Vi's shoulder. That fact's never once evaded her, of course, but she marvels at it each time just the same. Her fingertips caress the outline of Vi's sculpted arm, appreciative. "Do I weigh anything to you?"
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It's-- silly, maybe, how much this delights her, when they've actually had to carry each other to safety in real life-or-death situations. But isn't it nice, for once, to pretend? To have no panic or dread pulling at her senses, allowing her to fully take in the here and now-- Vi's strong arms around her, the scent of her shampoo?
(She flat-out refuses to share Cait's shower products. "Too posh," she'd said. "Everything you have smells like rich girl.")
"You're so strong," she sighs out once her giggle subside, head lolling to rest against Vi's shoulder. That fact's never once evaded her, of course, but she marvels at it each time just the same. Her fingertips caress the outline of Vi's sculpted arm, appreciative. "Do I weigh anything to you?"