"Me too, Vi," Cait sighs out, long lashes shuttering over her eyes. She turns her head, pressing a kiss to Vi's palm. After that little-- mishap, if you could call it that-- in the entertainment room, she doesn't want to get too ahead of herself. Vi's kisses are tempered, mellow -- and so Cait reins herself in to match her pace. Exhaling slowly through her nose, she kisses lazily across each finger, tracing the scars and callouses with her lips.

"... You're not really thinking of going to sleep, are you? Sun still out and all."