Caitlyn's eyelashes flicker and flutter, breath hitching when Vi's touch provokes a particularly sensitive spot. She feels warm all over already, expectation and want swirling through her veins, and the muscles in her thighs tense when she thinks how stupidly easy it'll be for Vi to make her come.

"Do you?" she retorts, the question stunted by a hint of a moan. Her head rolls to the side, temple pressing into the pillow as she studies Vi sidelong. "Or do you just like teasing me?"