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Today is a beautiful Friday afternoon in late August, and, two months into their relationship, Cait and Vi are going to attempt something they've never done before.

They're going to relax.

Caitlyn's parents allowed for them to spend the weekend at their vacation home, on the outskirts of Piltover -- away from the constant whirring and buzzing of the city, a quiet spot dipped in greenery.

It's perfect weather; that fine seam between summer and autumn where the day still stretches languidly on, the sun bright without blazing, the evening cool without chilling. The woods surrounding the area are as lovely as they've always been, rich warm greens just beginning to foster that golden tint. The lake by the vacation home glints crystalline in the afternoon sun, a shimmering pool of perfect blue.

For once, they won't have to fight anything; chase anything, run from anything. For once, they can just rest.

So why do Caitlyn's nerves feel like a bundle of just-lit Progress Day firecrackers?

Because-- because, obviously, she's got plans. She's a planner, it's what she does. And she'd have to be an idiot not to picture-- rather vividly-- all the ways she and Vi could spend this three-day weekend, alone, in her family's lavish vacation home. It's too precious an opportunity to waste.

Not that she's told Vi as much. No, those vivid images are restricted purely to the inside of her head.

For now.

"Well, make yourself comfortable," she declares as she opens the door, hoisting the luggage inside before clearing the way for Vi. "Are you hungry? I ensured the fridge is fully stocked for our arrival."

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Vi whistles as she steps through the threshold into the second largest home she has ever seen (the first one being Cait's actual family home). All the walls are practically just windows, and her child bedroom fits into just the entrance. It looks even more like a magazine since likely the family only stays here occasionally. Good thing she has her hands in her jacket pockets already, she doesn't feel good enough to touch anything.

"I'm going to have to really start calling you Princess more than Cupcake from now no," she jokes, shooting Cait a teasing smile. "Should I shower before I step into the rest of the house?"

"None of that," Caitlyn retorts with a scoff, suppressing the juvenile urge to make some comment about how she'd like Vi in the shower. Keep a lid on it, Kiramman. "Though I do request you take your boots off."

She does the same herself, before stepping further down the entryway into the living room. "Come on. I'll give you the tour."

Vi let’s out a chuckle at Cait’s gentle reprimand. She kicks her boots off by stepping on each heel, but then bends to stand then nearly next to Cait’s.

She’s kind of giddy, really. She doesn’t mind this lavish lifestyle too much, especially when it comes to the food and small comforts. She keeps her hands in her jacket pockets still, though.

“Please,” she enunciates, tone slightly fancy. “Lead the way, Princess.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes, not unkindly, and links her arm through Vi's before walking on. "So this is the living room-- through here is the kitchen. As mentioned, there's enough food to last us through the weekend, with snacks in the cupboards, and liquor right here." She points up to the liquor cabinet lining the kitchen wall, glass doors set into elegantly carved oak. There's dozens of bottles up there, most of them aged about a century and worth a small fortune. "Dad's quite possessive of his Domaine Leroy, but we're welcome to anything else."

There's always something uneasy about introducing Vi to her lifestyle, knowing she's grown up surrounded by luxury Vi could've never even dreamt of. It's a conscious effort to keep her tone from tipping into apologetic, but she knows that would only bring tension into the air. Not helpful.

She tugs her into the next room. "Games room. We've got billiards, darts-- though do be warned I'm umatched in both-- this little... foosball table, which I believe my dad purchased in college and never had the heart to toss out," she flicks one of the handles as she passes by, "oh-- and board games. You ever play board games?"

Vi kind of enjoys following Cait around, having her pull on her. They’ve built their relationship based on picking each other up, really. They haven’t had too many idle moments to enjoy just simple contact.

“It’s been years since I’ve played any game,” she responds with just a hint of sadness behind it. “Most of them devolved into yelling and fighting over fake money.” VI’s tone shifts to nostalgic. “I once bet Vander I’d eat his shoe if he beat me and he almost held me to it.”

Vi brushes a hand on the foosball table. “Why do I get the feeling you’re super competitive when it comes to games?”

Caitlyn softly squeezes Vi's hand at the recollection, her smile soft. Vi isn't always the most forthcoming about her past, for understandable reasons-- it's nice to be let in on it, though, when she's allowed.

"Competitive? Me?" She chuckles, expression lightening. "Just a healthy amount, I assure you."

“A healthy amount, I’m sure,” vi laughs lightly, gently leaning into Cait standing next to her, which cranes her head back a little to look up at her. She can never bring up her past without it dampening whatever mood they were in, so she always changes the subject as soon as she can.

She taps her fingers on the table to further change the mood and distance herself from the memory. She shuffled backwards to what she assumes is the next direction of their tour, keeping her eyes on Cait with her best cocky smile. “I’ll totally kick your ass later, I promise.”

"You're cute when you get cocky. Even if it's wholly unwarranted." She drops a kiss onto Vi's temple before obligingly guiding her through the next door.

"Entertainment room," she explains, though it's plan to discern from the screen taking up the entire far wall, the floor lined with leather sofas and plush carpets. "We could watch a movie in the evening, if you'd like. Oh--" She touches a hand to her cheek with the realization-- "You've never seen Aina, Warrior of Lazaroth, have you?"

Vi lets her mouth hang open. She’s pretty sure she say a TV in the game room too. That’s likely what it means to be rich, you make a room for each specific activity.

She snaps out of it and looks at Cait as if she’s just insulted her. “Never seen Aina— do I look like the kind of lesbian who’s never seen Aina? Learned my best moves watching that movie.” Vi steps back and does a little twist and round-house punch.

“Including-“ she wraps her arms around Caitlin’s shoulders and smiles up at her. She tugs her down softly to kiss her forehead, but misses and plants it on her brow. “Though that would be easier if I was taller.”

"Oh, my gosh." Caitlyn's eyes brighten, a girlish giggle ringing from her throat. Her cheeks even flush lightly at the gesture, even if it's just a silly little brush of lips to her brow.

"You know, I had such a crush on her when I was a girl. Well, it took some years to unpack, but-- you know."

Her arms loop around Vi's waist in return, hair spilling over her shoulder in a curtain of inky black as she angles her head down, touching forehead to forehead.

"In hindsight, they really were due a kiss on the lips in that scene, don't you think?"

Vi welcomes the touch and the warmth that comes with it. It’s strange how rare this feels, this moment of quiet where they can just be with each other and the world isn’t exploding.

“Oh I definitely do,” and she closes the distance, pressing her lips to Cait’s

Caitlyn sighs into the kiss, sinking into it readily. One hand nestles in the curve of Vi's waist, the other drifting up to her cheek, cupping it softly. It's hardly the most passionate kiss they've shared, but she's weirdly giddy about it -- bubbling with the thought that she and Vi, for all their differences, can still share in a precious childhood experience. Even if it's a slightly cheesy action-adventure movie with visual effects that don't quite hold up.

"Mm, much better," she concludes, eyes crinkling with her smile. "You know what my favorite scene was? When Neri got injured in battle, and Aina carried her." She plants a kiss at the corner of Vi's mouth. "Wasn't that romantic?"

Vi answers immediately with, “Oh you want me to pick you up, is that it?”

Caitlyn bites her lower lip through a grin. "Is it so wrong to want to feel like a wounded warrior princess, just once?"

Vi’s smile widens, a little too much so it veers into goofy. It’s not that she’s never been with another woman, but there’s definitely a lot of newneess to being with Cait. Her heart tends to flutter into her chest and she gets what people mean about getting lost in the way someone looks at you.

It does feel like having a girlfriend for the first time.

VI’s quick about it. She takes a step back and to the side, places an arm at Cait’s back and behind her knees, and with a short ‘hup’ hoists Cait up in her arms, carrying the taller girl wounded warrior princess style.

She deepens her voice on purpose and quotes the very familiar lines, “Neri, I’ve got you. Hold on to me!”

Caitlyn squeals, then quickly dissolves into schoolgirl giggles as Vi hoists her up, with all the effort one might need to lift a bag of peas.

It's-- silly, maybe, how much this delights her, when they've actually had to carry each other to safety in real life-or-death situations. But isn't it nice, for once, to pretend? To have no panic or dread pulling at her senses, allowing her to fully take in the here and now-- Vi's strong arms around her, the scent of her shampoo?

(She flat-out refuses to share Cait's shower products. "Too posh," she'd said. "Everything you have smells like rich girl.")

"You're so strong," she sighs out once her giggle subside, head lolling to rest against Vi's shoulder. That fact's never once evaded her, of course, but she marvels at it each time just the same. Her fingertips caress the outline of Vi's sculpted arm, appreciative. "Do I weigh anything to you?"

Vi swings Cait around just slightly, laughing along with her squeals. She's sure it's a different image from the film. For one, Aina was almost a foot taller than Neri, and Cait's length is hard to keep in mind, so she ends up bumping Cait's feet lightly against the table. Still, Vi could easily carry Cait for most of the rest of the tour.

"You?" She bounces her in her grasp, adjusting her slightly. "You don't weigh anything at all." She turns her head to brush her cheek against Cait's, and her voice comes out deeper again, imitating her memory of Aina. "Our love lightens the challenges on road ahead."

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That gets a full-on guffaw out of Caitlyn -- easily the least ladylike sound to escape her lips in recent memory -- and she throws her head back in a swoon: "Oh, Aina!"

They're being purposely ridiculous about it, yes, but it doesn't change the fact that Vi's voice sounds hot pitched half an octave lower. That, and her feet not touching the ground for a solid minute now is making Cait's heart all kinds of fluttery.

She curls against Vi, nuzzling into the crook between her neck and jaw. Her tone drops back to normal-- a touch softer, even, breath washing warm over Vi's ear: "Is it bad that this is kind of working for me?"

Vi did used to fantasize about heroically carrying the girl she loved around, protecting her from harm, fighting to keep her safe. Not that Cait needs all that much protecting, but the vulnerable moments they've had have not felt romantic or fun. They're frightening and painful, not at all what the movie version led her to imagine. It makes this play acting all the sillier.

And then she feels a shiver from Cait's touch and breath on her skin. Her muscles tense and she starts to feel Cait's weight. This is another thing she's not used to. She's never had to hold back when she wanted someone. In jail, pickings are slim so you do what you can when you can. Cait's not like that, though, she's sure. She's fancy and organized and she's probably never touched another woman before. And she's sure she wouldn't want to start that in her parent's entertainment room. Vi's willing to wait for the right moment, for Cait to be ready.

Keeping her smile on, Vi clears her throat and gently sets Cait's feet on the ground. "You're right, it's pretty romantic," she says fondly. "Let's watch it tonight!"

Cait's upright on the ground before she knows it, and for all her poise and elegance, her face says exactly what she's thinking: Seriously? You're just going to... seriously?

But-- well, maybe she did come off a bit strong. Maybe Vi's just not feeling it at the moment. That's all right. They have all weekend.

She clears her throat, cheeks dusted pink with self-consciousness. (And with the images, so close to materializing, of her tongue sweeping up the side of Vi's neck, her teeth catching on her ear. God-- get a grip.)

"Yes, well, there's our plans for the evening. Very good." Cait pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and her gaze briefly dips to Vi's hand, before deciding against taking it again. She makes her way towards the door, trusting her to follow. "Let's go upstairs. I'll show you to our bedroom."

Vi's not sure what she saw or didn't see in Cait's slight shift in demeanor. There was a pause, a slight stiffness there, and her first instinct is maybe Cait didn't like being picked up after all. She follows her, clenching and unclenching her fist as she does when she's a little anxious.

She tries to lighten the mood by teasing a little, "A-are we staying in the room you used to as a kid? Any secret diaries or embarrassing collection of horse figurines you're going to try to hide from me?"

"What's wrong with horse figurines?" Caitlyn asks with a frown, crossing the last couple steps to the top floor.

"You've been to my actual childhood bedroom, besides. Any mortifying memorabilia I own, you've seen. The decor here, in comparison, is fairly bare-bones."

She opens the door to allow Vi in, the room's interior contrasting almost comically with what Vi's idea of 'bare bones' must be. Like the rest of the house, the windows stretch arched and tall, framed in gold. The canopy bed is large enough for three people, draped with semi-sheer lavender silk that allows the sun to filter through. The intricate wooden shelves on the walls are topped with various trinkets and decorations that seem not so indicative of Caitlyn's tastes so much as her parents: abstract sculptures of all sorts, little things that sway and jingle and chime.

"Make yourself comfortable," Caitlyn says, gesturing to the wardrobe by the far wall. "Might as well unpack our things, while we're at it."

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Vi laughs though she's not sure Cait took that as a joke. It's a different level of tension when it's just the two of them, and Vi has to distract herself saying dumb shit cause she can't stop thinking of the way Cait's cute face pressed up against her neck moments ago. She brushes at it as if she could still feel the soft tickles.

"I dunno, it's a house you visit less. Could get away with hiding stuff easier." Obviously hiding stuff is all Vi could think off. She used to hide always hide the last bite of her favorite candy from Powder, even if she would usually find it. In jail, she hid a great deal more things.

Vi does what she always does anytime she enters a new room. She drops what she's carrying and hops onto the bed. It also helps shake out some nerves. "Mmm, you always have the softest beds, though."

Comments like these remind Caitlyn the two of them have had very, very different upbringings indeed. But as she watches Vi flomp onto the bed, arms sprawled out and toes brushing the carpeted floor, the contentment in her face is so precious that any tension knotting up her chest eases almost immediately.

"Glad they're up to par," she replies, dropping onto the mattress beside her. "Does the lady approve, then?"

"Oooh, very much so," Vi answers as her stretch settles her in deeper agains the plush softness of the bed. She looks up at Cait, almost a sleepy smile on her lips. "One of the best perks of dating Piltover's finest." She brings her arms back down by her side, and brushes her fingers gently against Cait's arm as it goes down, resting her fingers against Cait's hand. "I could sleep for days in here."