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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 sighs into the kiss, sinking into it readily. One hand nestles in the curve of Vi's waist, the other drifting up to her cheek, cupping it softly. It's hardly the most passionate kiss they've shared, but she's weirdly giddy about it -- bubbling with the thought that she and Vi, for all their differences, can still share in a precious childhood experience. Even if it's a slightly cheesy action-adventure movie with visual effects that don't quite hold up.

"Mm, much better," she concludes, eyes crinkling with her smile. "You know what my favorite scene was? When Neri got injured in battle, and Aina carried her." She plants a kiss at the corner of Vi's mouth. "Wasn't that romantic?"

Vi answers immediately with, “Oh you want me to pick you up, is that it?”

Caitlyn bites her lower lip through a grin. "Is it so wrong to want to feel like a wounded warrior princess, just once?"

Vi’s smile widens, a little too much so it veers into goofy. It’s not that she’s never been with another woman, but there’s definitely a lot of newneess to being with Cait. Her heart tends to flutter into her chest and she gets what people mean about getting lost in the way someone looks at you.

It does feel like having a girlfriend for the first time.

VI’s quick about it. She takes a step back and to the side, places an arm at Cait’s back and behind her knees, and with a short ‘hup’ hoists Cait up in her arms, carrying the taller girl wounded warrior princess style.

She deepens her voice on purpose and quotes the very familiar lines, “Neri, I’ve got you. Hold on to me!”

Caitlyn squeals, then quickly dissolves into schoolgirl giggles as Vi hoists her up, with all the effort one might need to lift a bag of peas.

It's-- silly, maybe, how much this delights her, when they've actually had to carry each other to safety in real life-or-death situations. But isn't it nice, for once, to pretend? To have no panic or dread pulling at her senses, allowing her to fully take in the here and now-- Vi's strong arms around her, the scent of her shampoo?

(She flat-out refuses to share Cait's shower products. "Too posh," she'd said. "Everything you have smells like rich girl.")

"You're so strong," she sighs out once her giggle subside, head lolling to rest against Vi's shoulder. That fact's never once evaded her, of course, but she marvels at it each time just the same. Her fingertips caress the outline of Vi's sculpted arm, appreciative. "Do I weigh anything to you?"

Vi swings Cait around just slightly, laughing along with her squeals. She's sure it's a different image from the film. For one, Aina was almost a foot taller than Neri, and Cait's length is hard to keep in mind, so she ends up bumping Cait's feet lightly against the table. Still, Vi could easily carry Cait for most of the rest of the tour.

"You?" She bounces her in her grasp, adjusting her slightly. "You don't weigh anything at all." She turns her head to brush her cheek against Cait's, and her voice comes out deeper again, imitating her memory of Aina. "Our love lightens the challenges on road ahead."

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That gets a full-on guffaw out of Caitlyn -- easily the least ladylike sound to escape her lips in recent memory -- and she throws her head back in a swoon: "Oh, Aina!"

They're being purposely ridiculous about it, yes, but it doesn't change the fact that Vi's voice sounds hot pitched half an octave lower. That, and her feet not touching the ground for a solid minute now is making Cait's heart all kinds of fluttery.

She curls against Vi, nuzzling into the crook between her neck and jaw. Her tone drops back to normal-- a touch softer, even, breath washing warm over Vi's ear: "Is it bad that this is kind of working for me?"

Vi did used to fantasize about heroically carrying the girl she loved around, protecting her from harm, fighting to keep her safe. Not that Cait needs all that much protecting, but the vulnerable moments they've had have not felt romantic or fun. They're frightening and painful, not at all what the movie version led her to imagine. It makes this play acting all the sillier.

And then she feels a shiver from Cait's touch and breath on her skin. Her muscles tense and she starts to feel Cait's weight. This is another thing she's not used to. She's never had to hold back when she wanted someone. In jail, pickings are slim so you do what you can when you can. Cait's not like that, though, she's sure. She's fancy and organized and she's probably never touched another woman before. And she's sure she wouldn't want to start that in her parent's entertainment room. Vi's willing to wait for the right moment, for Cait to be ready.

Keeping her smile on, Vi clears her throat and gently sets Cait's feet on the ground. "You're right, it's pretty romantic," she says fondly. "Let's watch it tonight!"

Cait's upright on the ground before she knows it, and for all her poise and elegance, her face says exactly what she's thinking: Seriously? You're just going to... seriously?

But-- well, maybe she did come off a bit strong. Maybe Vi's just not feeling it at the moment. That's all right. They have all weekend.

She clears her throat, cheeks dusted pink with self-consciousness. (And with the images, so close to materializing, of her tongue sweeping up the side of Vi's neck, her teeth catching on her ear. God-- get a grip.)

"Yes, well, there's our plans for the evening. Very good." Cait pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and her gaze briefly dips to Vi's hand, before deciding against taking it again. She makes her way towards the door, trusting her to follow. "Let's go upstairs. I'll show you to our bedroom."

Vi's not sure what she saw or didn't see in Cait's slight shift in demeanor. There was a pause, a slight stiffness there, and her first instinct is maybe Cait didn't like being picked up after all. She follows her, clenching and unclenching her fist as she does when she's a little anxious.

She tries to lighten the mood by teasing a little, "A-are we staying in the room you used to as a kid? Any secret diaries or embarrassing collection of horse figurines you're going to try to hide from me?"

"What's wrong with horse figurines?" Caitlyn asks with a frown, crossing the last couple steps to the top floor.

"You've been to my actual childhood bedroom, besides. Any mortifying memorabilia I own, you've seen. The decor here, in comparison, is fairly bare-bones."

She opens the door to allow Vi in, the room's interior contrasting almost comically with what Vi's idea of 'bare bones' must be. Like the rest of the house, the windows stretch arched and tall, framed in gold. The canopy bed is large enough for three people, draped with semi-sheer lavender silk that allows the sun to filter through. The intricate wooden shelves on the walls are topped with various trinkets and decorations that seem not so indicative of Caitlyn's tastes so much as her parents: abstract sculptures of all sorts, little things that sway and jingle and chime.

"Make yourself comfortable," Caitlyn says, gesturing to the wardrobe by the far wall. "Might as well unpack our things, while we're at it."

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Vi laughs though she's not sure Cait took that as a joke. It's a different level of tension when it's just the two of them, and Vi has to distract herself saying dumb shit cause she can't stop thinking of the way Cait's cute face pressed up against her neck moments ago. She brushes at it as if she could still feel the soft tickles.

"I dunno, it's a house you visit less. Could get away with hiding stuff easier." Obviously hiding stuff is all Vi could think off. She used to hide always hide the last bite of her favorite candy from Powder, even if she would usually find it. In jail, she hid a great deal more things.

Vi does what she always does anytime she enters a new room. She drops what she's carrying and hops onto the bed. It also helps shake out some nerves. "Mmm, you always have the softest beds, though."

Comments like these remind Caitlyn the two of them have had very, very different upbringings indeed. But as she watches Vi flomp onto the bed, arms sprawled out and toes brushing the carpeted floor, the contentment in her face is so precious that any tension knotting up her chest eases almost immediately.

"Glad they're up to par," she replies, dropping onto the mattress beside her. "Does the lady approve, then?"

"Oooh, very much so," Vi answers as her stretch settles her in deeper agains the plush softness of the bed. She looks up at Cait, almost a sleepy smile on her lips. "One of the best perks of dating Piltover's finest." She brings her arms back down by her side, and brushes her fingers gently against Cait's arm as it goes down, resting her fingers against Cait's hand. "I could sleep for days in here."

Caitlyn watches Vi stretch like a big cat in the sun, never tiring of the way those defined muscles knit and slacken. A hint of gooseflesh works its way down her arm, following Vi's fluttering fingertips, and when her hand finally settles over her own, she turns her palm to link their fingers.

"Suppose I wouldn't stop you. You certainly are overdue a good, solid rest."

She studies her face; her big, blue eyes. Their faces are close enough that she can feel Vi's breath on her lips.

"Though I would miss you terribly."

"I couldn't be away from you for that long."

Slowly and carefully, Vi shifts a little closer to Cait. She places her lips gently over Cait's, as she's done many times before. As if she's aware the implications of kissing in bed, and is all too conscious of setting a boundary. She kisses Cait with a warmth and a love that does not betray the involuntary thoughts of climbing ontop of her and straddling her waist. She just doesn't want to freak her out.

She breaks the kiss after a few moments, and brushes her cheek with her thumb. "I'm glad I'm here with you."

"Me too, Vi," Cait sighs out, long lashes shuttering over her eyes. She turns her head, pressing a kiss to Vi's palm. After that little-- mishap, if you could call it that-- in the entertainment room, she doesn't want to get too ahead of herself. Vi's kisses are tempered, mellow -- and so Cait reins herself in to match her pace. Exhaling slowly through her nose, she kisses lazily across each finger, tracing the scars and callouses with her lips.

"... You're not really thinking of going to sleep, are you? Sun still out and all."

Vi bites the inside of her lip as Cait kisses her fingers. Each kiss sends little pulses of electricity through her nerves and her jaw tenses in an effort to stay still. She's never told Cait this -- it's not like the opportunity has really come up -- but her hands, despite how their roughness, are very sensitive. Soft, warm touches, gentle lips, it travels directly to her center.

No, she has to stay calm and even. Cait trusted her enough to invite her here alone, she's not going to betray that.

Not harshly, Vi pulls her hand away and uses it to push herself onto her back (hiding her hand under herself to ease the tickles and tingles). "Pff, as if I'd miss the opportunity to beat you at foosball." Her tone is loud, a brick shattering through a very delicate and quiet moment.

Caitlyn can't help but pout, just for a moment, when Vi pulls her hand away. It's hard not to feel like she's hitting all the wrong beats today-- and Cait's been an excellent shot her whole life.

Still, she can't say no to a bit of friendly competition. "Famous last words, Violet," she tuts as she shifts to a sitting position, then pushes up onto her feet. "What does the winner get, hm?"

Vi follows Cait with her eyes, sitting up and propping herself on her hands. "Well, if you win, what do you want?"

Cait contemplates this a moment, biting her lip.

"When we have dinner tonight," she begins, folding her arms over her chest, "I want you to use all the appropriate cutlery. That means the steak knife is for steak, and the fruit knife is for fruit. The salad fork is for salad, and the dessert fork is for dessert. So on and so forth."

She cocks a challenging eyebrow. "And you?"

Vi absolutely can’t help the frown that crosses over her feature. “That’s what you’re picking? That’s not even fun!” She grumbles a bit and shoved her hands into her jacket pocket, a pout on her lips as she looks away, clearly now rethinking what she was going to ask for.

“If I win,” she looks back at Cait, a glint in her eyes. “You eat with your hands.”

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"Not fun? Why, it'd be downright delightful for me. Not to mention it'll be helpful preparation for the next time I take you out to dinner." Nobody dared say anything to the young miss Kiramman and her companion, of course, but the looks from the wait staff as Vi tore into the chicken with her bare hands plague Caitlyn to this day.

"Oh, that's so derivative," she scoffs with a roll of her eyes, but accepts this. "You could've gone more ambitious, you know, considering the fact you won't be winning anyway. But very well. Come on." She loops her arm through Vi's, tugging her back towards the game room with an urgency to her step.

Vi doesn't retort. Mainly because in the moment she can't think of anything quippy, but also because she's just excited to play a game and see a new side to Cait.

She knows how competitive Cait can get. She's seen the medals and trophies, the accolades. The title of "Piltover's Finest" is not a casual title for her. Which really just sets a fire in Vi's gut. She has to win.

And win she does. It wasn't easy by any measure. Cait is in excellent form with a strategic mind. She actually started shit-talking, though her voice, out of breath as she was, remained the most distracting thing. So what if Vi once or twice may have held down Cait's pole to stop her from fully twisting it.

Vi leans back with swagger and self-congratulation, even if the win is by just 1 point and she was sweating when Cait was getting close to getting it. "So, what's for dinner?

Caitlym takes that foosball match as seriously as she's ever taken anything. She's not even particularly fond of foosball-- if that old thing didn't have clear sentimental value to her dad, she doubts she ever would've played it-- but Caitlyn Kiramman never backs down from a challenge, and more importantly, she has no desire to eat dinner with her hands.

So how the hell does she miss that last point?

"I don't believe this," she throws her hands down on the sides of the table, before raising one arm to point at Vi. "You cheated! Admit that you cheated."