Caitlyn's shoulders twitch with her laughter. Maybe it's mean to think so, but Vi's frowning face is adorable.

"I mean, look at them," she coos, cupping a breast in each hand. They fit perfectly against her palms, and she gives them a soft squeeze, as if in demonstration. "Did you know you have a freckle right here?" She cranes her neck to kiss just that spot, a couple inches above Vi's left nipple.