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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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Cait's shoulders heave with her sigh, and she can't help the slight roll of her eyes. Come on, now. She knows she enunciated that clearly.

"I'm saying, you can stop tying yourself into a pretzel over the thought of taking my virginity," she elaborates, speaking slow, holding eye contact all the while, "because that ship had sailed some eight years prior. Okay?"

Vi’s quiet for a few moments, processing. You can practically hear the cogs in her head working as hard as they can. It’s not that the information itself is upsetting, but she’d let what she thought to be true inform and motivate her decisions over the last couple of months and it’s going to take a moment to shift from that.

There’s almost a little ‘ding’ as it all finally sinks in.

“Oh thank god!” She exclaims, dropping her head into her hand. She’s embarrassed but she wants to laugh at the same time. “I really thought… wow, okay… phew!” She looks up at Cait laughing with her entire shoulders. “I’m so stupid.”

"Okay," Caitlyn breathes out, relief creeping onto her features but not quite daring to settle there. Her hands pat down Vi's cheeks. "So we're good?"

Vi smiles, a laugh escaping as a hum through her nose. She in turn places her hands at Cait’s waist. “Yes! We are! As long as you’re good, of course.” And she pulls Cait in for a kiss without thinking much on it. “Can I make this up to you?”

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"I don't know, Violet," Caitlyn rolls her head back, the curtain of her hair sweeping across her shoulder, her smirk taunting. "Can you?"

Vi’s smile quirks one corner more than the other, cocky we ever. She presses another kiss to Cait’s lips. It doesn’t last long when, as she did before, Vi sweeps Cait up into her arms as easily as she did before. “Where’s our bedroom again?”

Caitlyn's smirk spreads to a full-blown grin as she's hoisted up again, and her arms loop around Vi's strong shoulders as she plants a kiss to her cheek. She's trying to keep a lid on her giddiness, still-- just in case Vi balks and puts her down again-- but she can't help the fact that her chest is swarming with those figurative butterflies.

"Up the stairs and to the left, darling."

Vi cannot change the goofy smile on her face as she carries Cait back to their room. As she walks, she'll squeeze at her, bounce her a bit, place kisses back against her cheek and forehead.

She doesn't throw her on the bed, but she sort of lets her drop a little awkwardly as the moment Cait hits the bed Vi is on top of her, kissing her lips fully and pressing her into the mattress. "Sorry I made you wait so long," she says between kisses.

Caitlyn's back arches as soon as it hits the mattress, pushing her up into Vi's touch. She runs her hands through Vi's cropped hair, down her broad shoulders, stroking and squeezing with the faintest hint of trimmed nail.

"Are you going to take my shirt off for real, this time? I bought new underwear for the occasion, you know."

"Oh my god," Vi breathes out against her lips as she kisses down Cait's cheek. "So it was you who had a plan this week." She wastes no time and slides her hands under the hem of Cait's shirt and pulls it up. "I don't have new underwear but I won't have it on for long anyway."

"Are you kidding? It's all I could think about all month." Caitlyn helpfully raises her arms over her head as her blouse is pulled up, long limbs stretching purposefully atop the mattress to highlight the display. (She's built up far too high to start getting shy.)

It's not the flashiest brassiere, but she finds it quite elegant. It's a white, lacy thing, the patterns reminiscent of floral imagery, with certain sections semi-sheer around her breasts. And there's a cute, lavender bow right in the middle. The bottom half matches, of course, once Vi gets around to exposing it.

"Well?" Cait bites her lower lip through an impish little smile. "Do you like it?"

Vi's never admired someone's underwear before. Underwear when presented has been meant for quick removal, and no one she's ever been with was as fancy or rich as Cait. This is new, but she doesn't mind it. She takes it in, not just because it's Cait half-naked, but it is a very pretty little thing. She takes in a deep breath and licks her lips.

"It's gorgeous," she breathes out, and brings a hand down to trace the strap from Cait's shoulder to the hem just above her breast. "I'll be very careful with it." She sinks into Cait's chest and kisses the bow, brushing her lips against cloth and skin alike. Her hands trace down Cait's sides, to the hem of her pants. "Do they match?"

Caitlyn glows with the praise, a pleased flush spreading outward from the bridge of her nose. Vi's hands at her sides have her squirming slightly, but she cants her hips, offering herself up.

"Why don't you find out, handsome?"

“Ooo,” Vi looks up at Cait, voice sing-songy. “I get to unwrap a present.” She hums against Cait’s skin, kissing down her abdomen as she shifts herself down. With the experience between them, Cait’s pants are discarded with incredible ease.

Sitting back on her knees, throwing Cait’s pants behind her, Vi looks down at her, drinking the vision of her in. She smirks. “They do match. How cute.” She lowers herself over again, bringing hungry lips to nip at Cait’s collarbone.

Caitlyn giggles, bubbly and warm, both arms looping back around Vi's shoulders as she presses herself to her. Her whole life, it feels, she's spent adorning herself for the sake of other people's praise -- so much of being a Kiramman is putting on appearances. But with Vi, the praise resonates deeper; Cait likes knowing she's pleased her, likes the way she looks at her, like she could eat her right up. That enough is alone to get her hot all over, and she hums from low in her throat under Vi's bites and kisses.

"Mm, hey," she murmurs, fingers plucking at the hem of her hoodie. "Let me see you, too."

Vi’s a little impatient already and she lets out a little growl at Cait basically requesting she stop kissing her. She doesn’t want to stop and sit up and undress. She wants to just sink into Cait and finally taste her. Vi’s never really spent a lot of time on foreplay before. The circumstances she was usually in required a lot more speed and stealth.

She’s waited this long, she can be patient a bit more.

Vi holds herself up, looking down at Cait, her flushed breathlessness dampening the desired effect of her cocky smile. “You want to see, huh?” She pushes herself up onto her knees and without much grace slides her hoodie up and over her head.

She didn’t get the notice so she’s not wearing anything fancy, just the usual black sports bra. But what she does have, she puts on display as she flexes her arms and abdominals. “Hey, I hear you like guns.”

Caitlyn snort-laughs, lifting a hand to bury her face against it. Just for a moment, though. She does want to see.

"Mhmm. Big fan," she answers, smile lopsided. Her eyes dance between Vi's arms, stomach and chest, finding difficulty settling. "Don't suppose I could touch them?"

Vi’s cheeks warm at hearing Cait’s laugh. She loves that sound, and loves seeing Cait’s hair splayed out on the bed as she takes her in.

“Weeeeell,” Vi pretende to consider her answer. She smiles down at Cait, teeth catching her lip for a moment. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.”

"You're too kind," Caitlyn replies, and barely waits until she's finished her sentence to run her hands all over her. There's palpable hunger in the way she takes her in, caressing and squeezing along those powerful arms, the defined ridges of her abdominal muscles.

"God," she soulfully sighs out, "it's like you were sculpted in marble."

Vi holds back shivers from her nerves shooting every which way at Cait’s focused, studied touch. The anticipation of finding out what Cait knows or likes makes her all the more excited.

She snorts a little, biting her lip, trying to hold it back, but she can’t. “Arms and abs aren’t the only part of me there rock hard, sorry, I’m sorry,” she hunches over Cait, laughing into her hair.

"That-- doesn't even make sense," Caitlyn scoffs, nose scrunching. She lets her arms slacken around Vi, patting her back as she laughs. Her breath is tickling her neck, which is pretty nice, actually, but not enough to balance out her disdain. "Am I getting into bed with a fourteen year old boy?"

Vi appreciates Cait humoring her. She presses little kisses against her temple in between laughs. “Oh trust me,” she presses her lips against Cait’s earlobe, then whispers, “You’re gonna be so into my weird shit soon enough.” And she takes it into her mouth.

"Ah," Cait filters through her teeth, head tipping instinctively towards Vi's mouth. "That's better." Her fingers knead into the dip between Vi's shoulders, coaxing her on.

Sure, Vi didn’t take her pants off yet but she’s wasted enough time not kissing Cait so it’ll have to wait. Her tongue flicks out against Cait’s earlobe and she sucks gently, scratching gentle teeth against it. She slowly feels Cait relax under her and she guides her back down onto the bed.

“I’ve wanted to touch you this whole time,” She breathes out as she runs her hands down Cait’s sides. “The wait was kind of fun, though. Like a challenge.” Her hard move back up, fingers touch lightening as she gets closer to Cait’s chest. “This is way more fun though,” and she palms each breast firmly, the fancy soft fabric creating more of a barrier than she wants.

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"Oh, I prefer this by far," Caitlyn drawls in response, then lets out a hitched moan as Vi grabs her breasts. Vi's a little rough, which she likes; she presses herself closer, one hand raking up Vi's nape to bundle in her hair, none too subtle in the way she tugs her head down towards her chest.