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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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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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She swallows and takes the toy back, feeling it jitter in her palm. Her smile is small, but eyes are big and curious. “Which way do you like to use it most?”
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"But-- see this button? You can control the intensity of the vibration. Like this." She presses up, and the gentle hum instantly picks up its pace, settling into a firmer buzz. "So-- usually I like to start off light, and build it up as I go, yeah? Um," her teeth drag her lip down, crooking her smile somewhat, "I really like this mode, personally."
She presses up a couple times more, and the steady buzz breaks into a series of three: two quick beats, followed by a longer, deeper pulse. Cait's cheeks flush a shade pinker, but the anticipation is plain in her smile. "Not bad, right?"
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“Yeah! That’s great!” Vi responds, honestly enthused, and possibly not in any way sexy. There’s also something Cait said that’s gotten her the most excited. “So you bought this toy for us? You’ve never used it before either?”
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When she pulls apart she brings her hand to cup Cait’s cheek and smiles into her eyes. “I’d love to.”
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"Okay, wonderful," she says, bouncing a bit on the mattress with the sudden rush of giddy excitement. She catches herself there, too, and stops. Geez. "Well-- will you lie down on your back for me?"
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“Yeah,” she breathes out, hoping it carries her nerves away along with it. She lays down, legs stretched out to either side of Cait. She worries that might seem weird and need her knees to shift, but then thinks that might be weird and leaves her legs around Cait. “Just nerves.”
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"You don't need to be nervous," she hums, stroking sweetly along Vi's thigh. "I promise I'll take care of you."
Granted, Caitlyn's own chest is eight kinds of fluttery, with nerves and eagerness and want-- but she's doing her best to maintain her composure as she parts her legs to press the toy's shorter end inside. It takes a bit of fiddling, her embarrassment intensifying threefold under Vi's gaze, and Cait lets out a low, apologetic little laugh as she works to fit it inside her.
"That should do it," she declares after a moment, and then, having decided she's had quite enough of Vi staring up at her, leans down to bring their mouths together.
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She doesn’t have enough time to take this new image of Cait in before she’s ontop and close and kissing her. Without hesitation, Vi brings her arms to Cait’s hair and jaw, pulling her in hungrily with the promise of what’s to come. “How does it feel for you?” She whispers quietly against lips.
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"Mm, I'd wager it's about to feel pretty good," she murmurs as the kiss dissolves, lips upcurled. She drops her hand from Vi's nape, reaching it instead between their bodies to switch the toy back to life. On the gentlest intensity, for now, to grant them both a period of accommodation.
"Let me know how you like it, alright?" Cait asks, voice soft, as she presses the toy between Vi's legs. She doesn't go inside yet, only offers measured external friction, rubbing steadily against her as her lips travel from the corner of Vi's mouth, to her jaw, to her neck.
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“Ah!” Her head pulls back with a more open mouthed gasp as she feels the toy, but most of all Cait moving against her. It’s surrounding, this sensation, feeling Cait’s lips and hands fully, and the pulse between her legs mirroring her own ache. Her hands grasp at Cait’s sides, needing purchase. “I like it,” she breathes out in a quiet, small voice, still taking the sensation in. “Do you?”