Heat pools in Caitlyn's stomach anew, settling there, deep and weighted. With her face buried against Vi's chest, the warmth of their bare bodies blending together, Vi's fingers in her hair and her voice supplying steady praise -- god, Cait could stay like this forever.

Even Vi's pointed question fails to instill any urgency in here. "I can teach you plenty," she murmurs, tongue swirling lazily around her nipple, fingers kneading into pliable flesh. "In a moment."