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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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"Trigonometry," Cait answers between kisses and licks. "Had a miserable time of it in secondary school."

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.

Vi laughs but it sounds faraway. It’s distracted, the joke overshadowed by Cait and her lips and her hands. The slowness of it all cuts sharp edges into her nerves, unused to focused and methodical treatment.

“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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"Good," Caitlyn says, and kisses Vi's breast once again. Then twice. She spends a moment contemplating what to do next-- torn between the desire to stay right where she is, and the urge to give Vi more. Push her further. See what sounds she'll make as she twists and crumples into the bed.

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."

Vi closes her eyes as Cait continues, little moans and groans following Cait’s movements. It’s nice, and not too much despite the sensitive contact.

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.

Caitlyn laughs at Vi's protests. The rare glimpses of her juvenile side are, to her, adorable.

"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?"

It feels like hours to Vi as she waits for Cait to get whatever it is she needs. Probably some moisturizer or she needs to fix her hair.

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.

"Of course you are," Cait reassures, planting a kiss to her cheek. "I just thought it could be nice."

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."

The moment Vi feels any insecurity from Cait, her inner worries shift focus to comforting her. “No! I’d love to! This thing is so cool, I just…” she looks at it and hesitated, rakes her lip with her teeth. “How do you use it exactly?”

"Oh-- so you've never...?" Caitlyn's excitement bubbles back up all at once, twinkling in her eyes. She sits up straighter, shuffles closer, takes the toy fully between her hands.

"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?"

Vi can’t help but observe and take Cait’s explanation in with wide, surprised eyes. Given where she spent most of her teen and early adult years, Vi’s never had anything inside her that wasn’t her own or someone else’s fingers. And someone else’s fingers was also relatively rare, which was on purpose. Despite the newness, Cait’s excitement and clear knowledge easily starts her abdomen into a tight, coiled heat.

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?”

"Oh, um, the one I have at home is a bit different. I just bought this one. Since it's intended for couples, and all." Cait brushes the hair at her nape, a hint of self-consciousness tinging her cheeks just so.

"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?"

Vi is paying attention to the toy, she swears, it’s just she can’t help but keep her eyes ok Cait. She’s so cute when she’s excited, especially when she keeps going on and on about what she’s excited about. And that what she’s excited about in this case is getting her off. It brings a goofy, lopsided smile to Vi’s lips.

“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?”

"Right," Cait nods, quietly turning the toy back off. "I've never tried one with a partner before. I think it could be fun, though." Her shoulders hitch up slightly, her chest all knotted up with a mixture of eagerness and nerves. "What do you say?"

Vi leans forward and pulls Cait’s lips into a kiss. It’s a little awkward since they’re both sitting a bit apart, having admired the toy and it’s functions. But she kisses her nonetheless for as long as her legs allow.

When she pulls apart she brings her hand to cup Cait’s cheek and smiles into her eyes. “I’d love to.”

Cait's smile broadens right into a grin, and she involuntarily lets out a high-pitched little squeal before catching herself and clearing her throat.

"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?"

Vi smiles at Cait’s excited response. She can be so adorable over the oddest things, and that’s why she loves her.

“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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Cait looks down at her with a warm, low-lidded smile, the sight of Vi splayed out beneath her flaring the want in her belly all the higher.

"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.

Vi cannot look away, of course. She was told to lay down and she does not go against that, as much as she wants to sit up and kiss and help Cait. Maybe next time she can touch her and kiss her and feel as she helps ease the toy inside her, whispering in her ear how excited she is for Cait to fuck her with it. For now, Cait’s own nerves shake loose the ones in Vi’s chest as she watches, and she can’t help the little moan out her lips when the toy settles into place and the other end sticks out between Cait’s legs.

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.

Caitlyn sinks into the kiss, steadying herself with one palm on the bed, the other bundling in the thick of her hair. She likes when Vi gets demanding. She wants to give her everything.

"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.

There’s something about Cait and this moment that sets butterflies loose in Vi’s chest. It’s like that giddy feeling your first time, something new and exciting and a little bit of nerves. Her eyes follow Cait’s hand until she can’t see it anymore due to their closeness. She smiles up at Cait, a small gasp on her lips as hears the electric buzz of the toy.

“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?”

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