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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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"Fuck!" She exclaims, punching the air next to her in exaggerated frustration. "I keep forgetting you're a total nerd and love cleaning. I take it back! I'll do your laundry, and I won't even sort them by color!" She steps closer to Caitlyn and tugs at her shirt. "I'll mix this one with your delicates! I won't even pair the socks with each other!"

"In your dreams," Cait shoots back, thwapping at Vi's wrist. It's pretty clearly ineffective on purpose. "You'll have to pry this off my cold, dead body!"

"Oh? You don't think I could?" She grabs ahold of the shirt in one hand, pulling at it more strongly, though not harsh enough to ruin it. She smiles up at Cait, challenge playfully shining in her eyes. "I'm a lot stronger than you, you know."

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"Oh, I know," Cait hums from low in her throat, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her heart's picking up its pace again, and this time, she won't let the moment slip by.

It's time for her ultimate weapon.

"I just think you're chicken."

Cait says those words and Vi stops mid-move, arm outstretched pulling on Cait's shirt, stance wide. She feels that heat in her ears, the word involuntarily raising her adrenaline. A challenge not easily ignored.

"Oh, you don't even know what you've just done, Kiramman!" She's laughing, but there's a sternness to it, a little bit of indignant anger mixed in at the audacity of being challenged. A few steps forward and she's pinned her against the table.

"What is this shirt, dry clean only? Ha!" Strong arms take hold of Cait's wrists, then maneuver Cait's hands so she's holding both in just one of her own, freeing her other hand to pull the shirt up. It's a technique she often used on Powder for some of their play fights. "I hope you don't like the color, cause it's about to get washed with something pink!"

It's not Cait's exposed abdomen that finally makes her stop; she's seen Cait in a bathing suit before. But she glimpses the bottom of her bra and that brings her back to her sense. The chorus of insecurities springs up -- don't push her too fast, she's never done this before, don't make her uncomfortable -- and Vi tenses and takes a step back, pulling her hands to her sides. "Um..." She was just trying to take her shirt off, how do you pivot from that? "Sorry, I'm just joking, of course."

Yes, Cait cheers inside her head, a wave of pulsing heat surging from her belly to her cheeks. Vi's grip on her is electric, and she submits all too readily, back arching in invitation: Yes, please, yes. At this point, she wouldn't care if Vi tore her blouse in two and rolled it in pig fat.

But in the blink of an eye, she's let go, backing away from her. Again. The heat in Cait's cheeks cools in the face of the realization--

"Oh, my god. You are chicken." She stares a moment, stumped, before raking her hands through her hair with an incredulous laugh. "What? Are you afraid my breasts will come alive and eat you?"

"What? No!" Vi's brow furrows in confusion. She expected maybe some anger or even some embarrassment from Cait. This feels like she's making fun of her somehow. "I'm trying to be respectful, treat you nice. Like a lady and shit!" She rubs at the back of her neck like when she's growing anxious. "I just didn't want to move things too fast for you."

"Too fast for me?" Cait's brow scrunches, arms folding defensively over her chest. "I'm sorry, I don't recall giving you a timeline."

Vi's eyes grow wide under her furrowed brow, confusion just mounting on itself. She's held herself back, she's been so considerate and thoughtful (by her standards). Why is Cait upset?

"Excuse me? You're mad at me?" She shrugs and lifts her arms, gesturing out in frustration. "Game room isn't the least romantic place I've ever had sex, but I would've thought you'd want your first time to be as special as it could be. Like at least when you're ready and not over a lost foosball game!" She swings her arms out and lets them drop at her thighs, like she can't believe she's the one that has to tell her this.

There's numerous points here Cait would like to address-- like how she isn't angry, mostly just confused, and how of course it wouldn't be actually over a lost foosball game, that's merely a preface.

It takes her a second to catch the one, big glaring issue in the middle, there.

"Alright, back up a moment," she takes a step closer, tilting her head to the side. "My what?"

Vi stands her ground as she always has, though she does tip her head backwards a little. "Your..." She hesitates, partly because she can't remember exactly what she was rambling about, but also because she doesn't think this is what Cait is asking about. "Your first time?" And she thinks that might still be confusing. "Having sex?"

Caitlyn inhales deeply, her lips drawn inwards with it, lending her the appearance of someone who'd accidentally bitten into a lemon. She holds her breath a moment, then very slowly exhales.

"So the reason you've been acting odd this whole day-- is because you've been, anxious," she gestures vaguely with her hands as she searches for the words, "thinking how you might go about... deflowering me?"

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Vi flinches at that word. She’s honestly embarrassed now more than anything, but every negative emotion feeds into anger so that’s what she projects.

“I wasn’t planning it! I was doing the opposite! I was being mindful and respectful-“ she counts out each word pointing to her palm as if it were evidence. “-and holding back cause I want to wait until you’re ready!”

The situation is undeniably beginning to spiral, and any embarrassment or frustration Cait feels is reflected in Vi fivefold. They came here to relax. This isn't how any of this was supposed to go. Cait frowns, crossing the last bit of distance between them.

"Vi," she calls, placing a soothing hand on her strong shoudler. "This isn't a fight. There's no need to yell."

"I just..." The other hand pinches the bridge of her nose as she gathers herself. Now that the problem has made itself apparent, at least, she can take steps to rectify it. "Alright. You clearly need to hear this, so I'll be blunt."

Cupping Vi's face with both hands, now, she leans in, pinning her gaze purposefully beneath her own.

"Violet," she says. "I've fucked."

Vi isn’t great at regulating her emotions. She’s not uncontrollable, but she’s never quite learned to “deal” with a lot of them. And yet, when Cait’s voice softens and she steps closer, she feels so much of it disípate. She even can’t help placing her hands gently at Cait’s waist almost on instinct.

And then… what?

The silence that hangs between them after Cait’s words is distracting. She’s not even sure she heard that right.

“You’ve… what?”

Cait's shoulders heave with her sigh, and she can't help the slight roll of her eyes. Come on, now. She knows she enunciated that clearly.

"I'm saying, you can stop tying yourself into a pretzel over the thought of taking my virginity," she elaborates, speaking slow, holding eye contact all the while, "because that ship had sailed some eight years prior. Okay?"

Vi’s quiet for a few moments, processing. You can practically hear the cogs in her head working as hard as they can. It’s not that the information itself is upsetting, but she’d let what she thought to be true inform and motivate her decisions over the last couple of months and it’s going to take a moment to shift from that.

There’s almost a little ‘ding’ as it all finally sinks in.

“Oh thank god!” She exclaims, dropping her head into her hand. She’s embarrassed but she wants to laugh at the same time. “I really thought… wow, okay… phew!” She looks up at Cait laughing with her entire shoulders. “I’m so stupid.”

"Okay," Caitlyn breathes out, relief creeping onto her features but not quite daring to settle there. Her hands pat down Vi's cheeks. "So we're good?"

Vi smiles, a laugh escaping as a hum through her nose. She in turn places her hands at Cait’s waist. “Yes! We are! As long as you’re good, of course.” And she pulls Cait in for a kiss without thinking much on it. “Can I make this up to you?”

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"I don't know, Violet," Caitlyn rolls her head back, the curtain of her hair sweeping across her shoulder, her smirk taunting. "Can you?"

Vi’s smile quirks one corner more than the other, cocky we ever. She presses another kiss to Cait’s lips. It doesn’t last long when, as she did before, Vi sweeps Cait up into her arms as easily as she did before. “Where’s our bedroom again?”

Caitlyn's smirk spreads to a full-blown grin as she's hoisted up again, and her arms loop around Vi's strong shoulders as she plants a kiss to her cheek. She's trying to keep a lid on her giddiness, still-- just in case Vi balks and puts her down again-- but she can't help the fact that her chest is swarming with those figurative butterflies.

"Up the stairs and to the left, darling."

Vi cannot change the goofy smile on her face as she carries Cait back to their room. As she walks, she'll squeeze at her, bounce her a bit, place kisses back against her cheek and forehead.

She doesn't throw her on the bed, but she sort of lets her drop a little awkwardly as the moment Cait hits the bed Vi is on top of her, kissing her lips fully and pressing her into the mattress. "Sorry I made you wait so long," she says between kisses.

Caitlyn's back arches as soon as it hits the mattress, pushing her up into Vi's touch. She runs her hands through Vi's cropped hair, down her broad shoulders, stroking and squeezing with the faintest hint of trimmed nail.

"Are you going to take my shirt off for real, this time? I bought new underwear for the occasion, you know."

"Oh my god," Vi breathes out against her lips as she kisses down Cait's cheek. "So it was you who had a plan this week." She wastes no time and slides her hands under the hem of Cait's shirt and pulls it up. "I don't have new underwear but I won't have it on for long anyway."