Cait moans from low in her throat, hips twitching up before spreading further to accommodate the shift. Vi's fingers, thick and calloused, fill her up so good, and the building pressure inside her spikes dangerously high.

"I'm-- almost--" she groans out, strained, round nails digging into Vi's back as she rocks helplessly onto her. God, it's not even a minute after that she comes, her whole body overtaken with tension and heat and Vi. Colors burst against her closed eyelids, and for a moment she's completely silent, even her breath frozen in her lungs. And then she crumbles all around Vi, long limbs slackening their hold, head lolling against the pillow, breath coming in heavy puffs from her lips.

"Good god," she mouths, barely audible through her dry throat and heavy tongue.