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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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She'll give Vi a few moments to catch her breath, for her eyes to flutter back open, before leaning down for a kiss.
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“Mmm,” she hums as they pull apart from the kiss and she can lean her head back on the bed. “That was…” maybe her brain needs a moment longer to recover, because all that comes out is, “Wow.” She grins up at Cait.
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She looks at Cait and winks mischievously. She runs a hand through her hair, brushing down the back of her neck. “I learn better by doing, though.”
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"Well then, by all means," she answers, trailing an open-mouthed kiss over Vi's ear, "Pursue whatever method suits your needs."
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She kisses Cait, slow and sweet. As she presses into the kiss, her tongue seeking out Cait’s, she pushes the other woman onto her back again. At some point they’ll have to eat, but for now, she has a lot of catching up to do.
“So…” she starts, kiss venturing from Cait’s lips to her jaw. “You’re not interested in seeing my boobs or…?”
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She releases the clasp -- with considerably less hassle than Vi did hers, though she's courteous enough not to mention it -- and tugs the straps down the length of Vi's arms before tossing the garment haphazardly onto the nightstand. (It lands perfectly atop the lamp.)
"Ah," she says, taking in the sight before her. Her smile slants lopsided, showing teeth. "They're cute."
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"I mean, look at them," she coos, cupping a breast in each hand. They fit perfectly against her palms, and she gives them a soft squeeze, as if in demonstration. "Did you know you have a freckle right here?" She cranes her neck to kiss just that spot, a couple inches above Vi's left nipple.
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“I, ah, didn’t,” she grunts, voice pacifying from irritation to softness. “What else makes them cute?”
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"Your pretty pink nipples," she answers then, flicking her tongue out against the tip of one before taking it into her mouth.
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“That mouth of yours,” she breath-laughs out. Her hands reach up into Cait’s hair, fingers massaging against scalp in slow, steady circles. “You’re really good with it.” She looks down, her wry smile betrayed by the redness in her cheeks. “But weren’t you going to teach me something?”
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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."
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“I’m sure you can,” she groans out, nails scratching lightly at the top of Cait’s head. “What aren’t you good at?” She laughs.
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The graze of Vi's blunt nails against her scalp is quietly electric, filling her head with static. It feels so good, touching her, being held close, every twitch and shiver running through Vi rippling out to her, too. She knows she was just about to hand her back the reins, but--
"I want to get you off again," Cait says decisively, angling her head to make eye contact as she bites down against nipple.
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“Wha—Ah!“ Vi looks down at Cait only for her teeth to send a jolt through her and she throws her head back again. She’s breathing hard, holding onto Cait, hair completely a mess (more than usual) from her twisting around. She slowly looks down when she’s collected enough of herself. She had a plan but she’s now forgotten it with the way Cait’s looking at her.
“Okay.” She couldn’t say something cool even if she tried.
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The hungry throb between Caitlyn's legs at the mental image is all it takes to sway her.
"Mm, let me go for a second," she mumbles as she pulls back, leaning up on her arms. "Need to get something from my bag."
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Vi whines as Cait sits up, eyes opening and lips pouting. She sits up enough to see Cait, wanting to at least get to see her if she’s leaving. “What could you possibly need from your bag, I’m right here!” She’ll allow herself some selfishness.
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"Don't pout. You're going to like it."
She does feel somewhat silly, crouching naked in the corner of the room and rooting through her suitcase, but a couple moments later she produces the desired item: a smooth, indigo-blue silicone vibrator, one end short and curved and the other longer, straighter.
"There we go," she says, holding it up for Vi to see as she steps back towards the bed. With one knee atop the mattress, she leans forward, offering out the toy. "Would you like to try?"
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Vi again underestimated Cait, and her eyes grow wide as she sees the toy in Cait’s hands. She knows what it is, of course, she’s been in prison for years but not under a rock. Still, she swallows hard and sits up, absentmindedly closing her legs as she carefully takes it from Cait as if it might explode.
“I’m just as good with my hands, you know,” she offers, stamping her nerves down.
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But sending Vi's trepidation, her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she places a hand back over the toy. "We don't have to, of course, if you'd rather not."
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"It's all very simple. See, this end goes in me," she thumbs the curved side, the words spoken with remarkable nonchalance for the thumping they inspire in her chest-- "and this end goes in you. Granted, we could stick to external stimulation, if that seems like a bit much. Anyway, this here here turns it on," she demonstrates with a long press to the circular button at the toy's base, bringing it to life with a hum. She tips it back towards Vi's hand, pausing briefly in her explanation. "Do you want to feel?"
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