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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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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?"

Vi wraps her arms around Cait and pulls her close, enjoying sharing in her afterglow. She leans her head back to encourage all of the access she'd like.

"Well, you know..." she laughs softly against Cait. "I might let you if you're really nice to me."

Caitlyn lifts an eyebrow. It might be her imagination, but she could swear she glimpsed a hint of shyness to Vi's voice, the way it rasped at the end there. Regardless-- be the request teasing or sincere, she's quite content to play nice.

"Alright," she accepts, withdrawing from Vi's belt to instead place both hands over her hips. Leaning up on her elbows, she kisses her chastely, once, before settling into a longer, deeper kiss.

"Violet," she sighs against her lips, "I think you're wonderful." She pulls back just slightly, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as she gathers her thoughts. Then she buries her face against Vi's neck again, and sets about kissing her way to her collarbone-- slow, scattered kisses between words.

"I'm so lucky you chose me. I've never met anyone like you." She caresses her gently, tracing over hipbone, up to the edges of her stomach, to her ribs. Her thighs rub against the contour of Vi's hips, an automatic motion that she'd barely even recognize, were it not for the friction from the stiff fabric. It makes her flesh tingle.

"You're strong, and you don't take anyone's shit, and you're a fighter, but you won't give up your soft parts. You are so," she inhales sharply before smothering a kiss in the valley of Vi's breasts, "goddamn lovable. Every part of you is gorgeous. The way you move. The way you laugh. That ridiculous little noise you make when I do this--" she curls her fingers, very abruptly, against Vi's bellybutton. But she lets up the next moment, pleased with the reaction she got. She kisses the tops of her breasts, once, twice more, then lifts her head to look her in the eye.

"I'd like to touch you. Very much. May I?"

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Vi keeps her crooked smile as Cait kisses her and shifts. The smile melts into slightly parted lips as she leans back, allowing Cait's touch and kisses against her. The slow, precise touches warm her from the inside, but it's the words that completely seem to melt her. She feels her limbs grow heavy and skin begin to buzz as Cait goes on. Just when she expects her to stop, Cait has more to say, and Vi's breath has picked up with the nerves that begin to bubble at the pit of her stomach.

No one has every said anything like this to her. No one has ever said this much. And then Cait tickles her and all that tension, pleasure, and anxiousness jolts a strained gasp from her mouth.

Vi tries to remain present, to not let her mind wander into thoughts of is she really all the things Cait just said? Does she deserve to be here, in this amazing home with someone like Cait? Can she keep this going or will Cait someday find out she's not any of those things.

"Y-you don't have to if you'd prefer not to..." she manages meekly with a nervous smile, nerves fluttering in her chest.

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Caitlyn's mouth twitches, like it can't decide on what expression to settle. She can't help but find the reply silly (what part of her looks like she doesn't want to?), but it's so uncharacteristic of Vi that it rouses her concern at the same time.

She tilts her head, looking at the woman beneath her through a furrowed brow.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

The look on Cait's face is enough to let Vi know that she's screwing this up. It settles all the bad kinds of nerves heavy in her abdomen. She stops herself from trying to sit up and shift away.

"This is..." Vi reaches a hand out and places it on Cait's cheek, a familiar and comforting gesture. "Believe it or not, this is all very new to me." She clears her throat and adds more confidence to her voice. "Not sex, I've had sex before, I mean..." And her voice softens again, a sort of embarrassment tinging her words. "A relationship." She looks up at Cait, hoping she doesn't have to explain more.

"Ah," Caitlyn answers, a bit stunted. She blinks slowly, once, then adds-- more to herself than anything-- "Of course."

Vi had spent the majority of her young adult life in prison, after all. Caitlyn can't imagine it's a fitting backdrop for romance to blossom. And she feels a little dumb just then, because how had this thought not occurred to her?

She sighs, dropping to rest by Vi's side on the mattress. "I'm sorry, was I overdoing it?"

Vi breathes a sigh of relief as she reads understanding in Cait’s eyes, even if there’s a disappointment to her moving off of her.

“You’re wonderful,” she says as she reaches out and brushes at her hair. She looks down, away from Cait, thinking through her words and if she wants to admit this. She swallows.

“No one’s ever said the stuff that you said to me before.” She bites at her bottom lip, and takes a moment before she looks back up at Cait. She shifts a little closer, her voice is quieter, admitting a greater secret. “I’m scared to disappoint you.”

"Disappoint me how?" Cait's lips purse, her expression pinching, like she's the one taking offense in this. "I already know you, Violet. We've gone through hell together. There's no side of you you could show me that'd scare me away." She takes Vi's hand in her own, trying for a grin. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

This should not be what they talk about during sex. This is why Vi doesn't open up often, it just floods out, everything she's been holding inside. She lets out a big sigh, attempting to change the mood with a broad smile.

She doesn't know what to say next, so she pulls Cait in for a kiss. Her thumb on Cait's cheek brushes at her soft skin, draws the line of her cheekbone, as her fingers sink into soft, long hair. "Good," she breathes out between kisses, not letting Cait go.

Vi keeps her crooked smile as Cait kisses her and shifts over her. The smile melts into slightly parted lips as she leans back, allowing Cait's touch and kisses to take over her senses. The slow, precise touches warm her from the inside, but it's the words that completely seem to melt her. She feels her limbs grow heavy and skin begin to buzz as Cait goes on.

“Oh my goood,” Vi groans, face hot red and goofy smile overtaking her face. It’s sweet, if a little embarrassing. She yelps in a surprised laugh at the tickle against her bellybutton. “Stop,” she moans lightly, no weight behind the request.

Her face is as red as her hair when she smiles up at Cait. “Well,” she says, voice coy, hips wiggling gently under Cait. “You did ask very nicely.”

"Thank you," Cait answers, her smile wide and pleased. She drops a quick kiss onto Vi's lips before going about undoing her belt, casting the strip of leather haphazardly to the floor before tending to the fly of her pants.

As she drags the hem of the opened pants down, she studies Vi's face, humming thoughtfully. "You know, it's odd," a tug brings the fabric down to her knees, "How come your name's Violet when you're bright red?"

Vi bites her lip as Cait undresses her further. She raises her hips, lifts her legs to allow the full removal of her pants. She’s bubbly and giggly and her laugh shakes her shoulders. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.” She sits up and pulls her socks off. “Are you Cait cause you don’t like to wait?” She guffaws at her own bad joke.

Cait rolls her eyes, taking a moment to consider whether to honor this with a reply. "You're right," she answers finally, planting her palms flat against Vi's shoulders and pinning her back to the mattress in a single blunt shove, "I don't." And she pushes out her tongue, dragging a wet path from Vi's chest to the waistband of her boxers.

Vi’s gasp is loud and from deep within her chest. Had they not been alone in the house she would’ve been worried about someone listening. Hands involuntarily reach out for avail but do not grab or hold onto any part of her, instead sliding up her body as she moves down. Cait can be a bit intense but Vi likes it.

She’s giddy and nervous and wants to tease a little more; it gives her a small feeling of control. “I’ll get some cute underwear for next time.” They both know that’s a lie.

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"Trust me, I'm not fussed," Cait responds with a nip to Vi's hipbone, two fingers sliding down to hook beneath the edge of her underwear. She breaks her mouth away then, looking Vi in the eye to make sure: "Okay?"

“Please,” she breathes out deeply immediately, anticipation and nerves tightening her muscles. She lifts her hips for easier access and smiles up at Cait hungrily. “You don’t have to ask me anything, I’m down.”

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"Good," Cait says, and finally does away with the last barrier between them.

"You're beautiful, by the way," she mutters, all casually, as if her heart isn't going a mile a minute. Her tongue slips out to wet her lips as she traces fingertips along Vi's bare thigh, skims up over her hipbone, and finally dips between her legs. The wetness that greets her knocks her a little off-axis, and she blurts out an 'ah', her fingers still for all of a moment before curling up.

Vi’s never been called beautiful. Not the way Cait says it. Not like someone meant it. It flutters her chest more than Cait finally taking off her panties.

Vi let’s our little grunts and breaths and Cait’s methodical touch moves to her center. Her want on full, unmistakable display, she breathes in and lets her head fall back as Cait touches her. “Mmm-hm,” she chuckles. “I guess you do know what you’re doing.”

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"You guess," Caitlyn repeats with a roll of her eyes, two fingers drawing slow circles over Vi's clit. "Don't worry, darling. You'll know."

Her fingers briefly withdraw then, only to venture inside, instead; in their place, Cait lowers her head, letting her breath run hot over the swelling pink nub before taking it between her lips.

“Fuck,” Vi bites her lips and breathes out harshly. Cait’s aim is impressive as always, determining her target with ease and precision. Granted Vi’s been pent up for a while now and any contact would’ve driven her wild, but Cait’s clear knowledge of what she’s doing sets every nerve in her body ablaze.

She curls her toes and balls up fistfuls of sheet, back arching in response to Cait. A small twinge of embarrassment pricks her cheeks a further red, at what must be a strange sight of herself, twisted up at the sight of her very rich and proper girlfriend going down on her.

“Okay,” she gasps again. “You’re very good.” She closes her mouth to calm her breathing from getting away from her.

Cait's unoccupied hand moves to grip Vi's thigh, anchoring her to the mattress as her body jerks. Her reactions are more intense than she'd dared to imagine, and every noise out of Vi's throat, every rock of her hips only serves to deepen Cait's hunger. And the praise, shit-- Cait's no stranger to it, but hearing it from Vi, voice all gruff and breathy and straining, makes her heart beat double time.

She works her tongue against her-- small, precise circles-- only breaking contact for a moment to make her demand:

"Say that again."

And she sucks down against her clit, with the subtle but firm pressure of teeth.

“Aah!” Vi grunts and her hips buck against Cait’s mouth. She bites against her own knuckles to keep herself grounded and settled, even if little jolts still shake her fully.

It’s intense, this closeness, having Cait right at her center, sensitive and focused and hungry. It’s almost too much, and she keeps her hands moving, from bed to Cait’s hair, to her own thighs. She doesn’t know what to with them, or herself for that matter.

“Cait,” she manages to groan out, throat shutting almost immediately after, her torso tending and coiling. “You’re—ah!” It takes a few breaths for her to get the rest out. “Good.“

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The words buzz in her ears, made all the more delectable by how Vi had to struggle to get them out. She's thrashing about so much that it's getting hard to retain her grip-- and so Cait's hand releases her thigh, only for her arm to wrap fully around it, forearm locked over her stomach and fingers grasping her far hip.

"Again," she repeats, alternating between fervent licks and punctuated sucks, as her two fingers inside Vi curl, stroking her long and deep. She wants to hear her voice until it breaks.

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“You’re so good, you’re— Ffuuuck,” is the word that begins Vi’s long trail of loud moans and other profanities, grateful once more for the empty house. It’s a rising peak, a tense, tight coiling that reaches its breaking point.

All of Vi stops, head thrown back, and she goes quiet and still, muscles flexing, as she reaches over the peak and then crashes down the other side with a repeat cacophony or pleasure sounds. She feels Cait inside her as she clenches all around her.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, calming. “You’re…” her head feels floaty, muscles tired. “Amazing.”