Caitlyn leans onto her arm, shifting halfway before remembering the underwear still bundled around her knees. She wrangles herself free of them in three consecutive kicks-- far from her most graceful, but eh-- before happily collapsing against Vi, nestling into the crook of neck. She brushes her lips to the skin there, slowly shaping a string of kisses from her collarbone to the edge of her jaw. Vi's warm, soft despite the firmness of muscle, and -- as her venturing tongue is quick to discover -- she tastes faintly of sweat.

"Now, tell me something," Caitlyn hums into her ear, one hand reaching down to pluck at the buckle of Vi's belt, "Are we ever getting you out of those pants?"