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ladieskissing2021-12-05 05:23 am
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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."
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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“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.”
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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.