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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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"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.

Vi moans lightly, muffled at the back of her throat but her proximity to Cait's ears means she'll hear it. She enjoys having her hair played with, and grins as she feels the encouraging pull of where Cait wants her to go. She's easily persuaded of course.

She presses her lips to Cait's collarbone and moves a marked trail down her chest, no hesitation or signal she's going anywhere else but to her breasts. Her lips sink into the soft tops of them, feeling her chin scratch lace. She moves her hands to Cait's back, looking for the break in fabric that means a clasp or a tie of some kind, and then finds herself fumbling finding either. The fabric feels all 1 piece straight across, and she tugs and pulls and prods, looking for the easily exploitable opening she's used to finding. She pulls back and tries to peek behind Cait. "Is this a pullover?"

For the sake of preserving Vi's pride, Cait gives her a minute, waiting to see if she'll work it out herself. She can't help but chuckle at the question, though, and decides that's a good cue as any to intervene.

"Here, sweetheart," she says, and releases the front clasp with a flick of her fingers.

Vi might have been frustratedly embarrassed if it wasn’t that she’s now staring at the most beautiful pair of breasts she’s seen. As everything when it comes to Cait, they are somehow annoyingly perfect. She allows herself a shameless stare, taking in the shape; memorizing the details.

“That was mean to make it a puzzle,” she pouts and giggles as she moves closer to Cait. She wraps her fingers against the softest flesh and adds, “but you’ve made it up to me I guess.” Her hands massage and press, rough, pert flesh pressing against her palm. She pinches just a little. “Are your panties going to require some secret, fancy removal?”

Caitlyn sinks into the mattress with a deep, shuddering sigh, head tipping back as she gives herself over fully to Vi. She keeps playing with her hair as she touched her, rubbing encouraging circles into her scalp, twirling short locks around her fingers.

Her hips cant obligingly upward at the question, the inside of one thigh rubbing purposefully against Vi's side. "Mm, you can tear them off me, for all I care."

"Mmm," Vi exclaims lightly, intrigued. She's not complaining, but this is certainly not how she had been imagining their first time to go. She's obviously loving the confidence and experience, though she's also continuously pleasantly surprised.

She runs a hand down Cait's side, hand squeezing against Cait's hip as her fingers press into the delicate fabric. "You picked these out for me. I like them." Her fingers trace the patterns of the lace, pattern guiding her ever closer to Cait's center, all the while keeping her from fully touching her. She smiles down at her, hands working at different sensitive points. Her hand on Cait's breast pinches and rolls, her other hand draws circles down with her thumb, both applying pressure as she studies Cait's reaction.

Caitlyn's eyelashes flicker and flutter, breath hitching when Vi's touch provokes a particularly sensitive spot. She feels warm all over already, expectation and want swirling through her veins, and the muscles in her thighs tense when she thinks how stupidly easy it'll be for Vi to make her come.

"Do you?" she retorts, the question stunted by a hint of a moan. Her head rolls to the side, temple pressing into the pillow as she studies Vi sidelong. "Or do you just like teasing me?"

Vi's enjoying this all too much. "Can't it be a bit of both?" she grins and brings her smile to Cait's breast. She breathes out warmly against it as she takes it in her mouth, pliable and soft. Her lips sink in around it, while her teeth and tongue play with the erect, hard nipple. She smells her perfume all the more intensely now. She really came prepared for this, and Vi's kept her waiting long enough.

With a shift of her wrist, Vi slides her fingers under the top hem of Cait's underwear. She traces the curls under there as studiously as she had the lace, but follows her own path to Cait's wet, hot, and waiting center. Her finger sinks into soft heat, touching all of her, thumb tracing the path behind it.

She follows whatever movement Cait's body has to make, makes herself adjustable, keeping her focus on sensitive areas, but allowing Cait to move as she might need or want to.

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"Fuck," Cait breathes out as Vi's fingers slip effortleesly inside her, alerting her to the sheer extent of her wetness. She's so slick around her that for half a second she thinks to be self-conscious, but god if that doesn't seem trivial in the face of Vi touching her.

She rolls her hips in tune with the rhythm of her fingers, building it up, adding to the friction. Her breath is growing quicker and shallower, marked by the hastening heave of her chest beneath Vi's mouth, and she's finding it harder and harder to stay still against the mattress with all the pressure building up in her body.

"Little lower," Cait murmurs as Vi rubs against her clit, followed by a sharp whine when she obliges. "--There," she demands, one hand shooting down to wrap around Vi's wrist, anchoring it needily in place. "That's good."

It's not that Vi's mind wanders in this moment, all of her focus is very much on Cait. But it's still something new she can't help but take note of. Sex for Vi has generally been something to do quickly, to get done before you're caught. Half the time she hasn't even done it on a bed. Which has generally meant you go in fast and rough, no time for direction or instructions.

"Mm-hmm." Vi finds she really likes instructions.

With Cait's hand holding her to a specific spot, she presses deeper into her, reaching. Her finger and thumb works in opposite side to side motion, but both pressing in unison. She licks and sucks and pulls unintentionally when she keeps trying to look up at Cait through it all.

She's breathing and moaning hard against her. Cait in her perfectly plush bed and white lace lingerie, writhing and swearing and pulling her against her.

Cait isn't loud, but she is quite verbal, mumbling encouragement and demands between soft, hitched moans.

"Yes-- god," she filters through her teeth, dragging her heels against the mattress, twisting half onto her side. Once she's assured Vi has got the position and movement down just right, she releases her wrist, arm locking tight over her back. Her leg wraps around Vi's waist, too, needing her close, wanting every inch of them to touch. "Keep going."

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Cait's soft yet firm voice flows through Vi's brain, tickling her senses more than a sound can. Cait grabs hold of her and Vi moves with her, adjusts to her position, but keeps her hand firmly where Cait placed her. She feels the rising tension in Cait's limbs seep into her own, her pulse quickening in her ears.

"Fuck," she grunts against Cait's skin, but doesn't let her lips leave her breast for very long, though she does wrap her arm around Cait's back to brace the both of them against each other. She wishes she'd removed the underwear fully, then she might have better motion, but all the same she's pressed up against and inside Cait and she feels magnificently warm and perfect wrapping herself around her. Risking the precision of her touch, she pushes a second finger into her, sliding smoothly to her core.

Cait moans from low in her throat, hips twitching up before spreading further to accommodate the shift. Vi's fingers, thick and calloused, fill her up so good, and the building pressure inside her spikes dangerously high.

"I'm-- almost--" she groans out, strained, round nails digging into Vi's back as she rocks helplessly onto her. God, it's not even a minute after that she comes, her whole body overtaken with tension and heat and Vi. Colors burst against her closed eyelids, and for a moment she's completely silent, even her breath frozen in her lungs. And then she crumbles all around Vi, long limbs slackening their hold, head lolling against the pillow, breath coming in heavy puffs from her lips.

"Good god," she mouths, barely audible through her dry throat and heavy tongue.

Vi is focused and intent. She doesn’t want this to end but she wants nothing more than to witness how Cait climaxes. Cait, always so precise and purposeful, body composed of years worth of academy training and social etiquette. Well dressed, well behaved Princess of the castle, now writhing and digging nails into her back as she crashes and rocks against her. Vi’s jaw slackens as she just watches, barely blinking, taking in the rise and then the fall. She’s sorry she’s made her wait.

As Cait’s body relaxes, Vi lets her down onto the bed as if she were made of paper, delicate and careful. She removes her hand from Cait so as to not overstay it’s welcome, and allows herself a taste of her.

She smiles down at Cait, all too pleased with herself. “Yes, I am.”

Caitlyn grins lopsidedly up at her, hazy eyes blinking slow. Vi's cockiness, in this moment, seems especially well-deserved-- so she doesn't try and offer some snarky remark, instead simply angling her chin up with a breathy demand: "Kiss."

Vi kisses Cait with the gentleness of a first kiss, at least to begin with. As it goes on, she lazily pulls more from it. She parts Cait’s mouth with her own, tongue seeking out its match. It’s wanting in its request and yet loving in its restraint. She loves this woman, and for that she’ll explore her completely in time.

After a few moments she slows the kiss down and pulls away to allow them both a rest. She leans her head to the side and drops it onto the bed. “Had a good time?”

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"Mrmm, yeeees," she drawls out with a satisfied giggle, one long arm draping lazily over Vi's side. "You're," she bends her neck to drop a kiss onto Vi's shoulder, "very good."

Vi can’t help but beam somewhat. She’s sure her performance was helped by the lead up to it, the best meal is when you’re the hungriest after all. But she knows she’s good too.

She brings up her hand to twirl in Cait’s long hair as she leans over her. She considers if Cait might be too tired, would prefer to rest. She hopes not, but she’s not going to push just yet either.

Vi opens her arms and leans her back onto the bed. “Come here,” she asks, with a small motion of her hands towards herself to indicate what “here” she means.

Caitlyn leans onto her arm, shifting halfway before remembering the underwear still bundled around her knees. She wrangles herself free of them in three consecutive kicks-- far from her most graceful, but eh-- before happily collapsing against Vi, nestling into the crook of neck. She brushes her lips to the skin there, slowly shaping a string of kisses from her collarbone to the edge of her jaw. Vi's warm, soft despite the firmness of muscle, and -- as her venturing tongue is quick to discover -- she tastes faintly of sweat.

"Now, tell me something," Caitlyn hums into her ear, one hand reaching down to pluck at the buckle of Vi's belt, "Are we ever getting you out of those pants?"

Vi wraps her arms around Cait and pulls her close, enjoying sharing in her afterglow. She leans her head back to encourage all of the access she'd like.

"Well, you know..." she laughs softly against Cait. "I might let you if you're really nice to me."

Caitlyn lifts an eyebrow. It might be her imagination, but she could swear she glimpsed a hint of shyness to Vi's voice, the way it rasped at the end there. Regardless-- be the request teasing or sincere, she's quite content to play nice.

"Alright," she accepts, withdrawing from Vi's belt to instead place both hands over her hips. Leaning up on her elbows, she kisses her chastely, once, before settling into a longer, deeper kiss.

"Violet," she sighs against her lips, "I think you're wonderful." She pulls back just slightly, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as she gathers her thoughts. Then she buries her face against Vi's neck again, and sets about kissing her way to her collarbone-- slow, scattered kisses between words.

"I'm so lucky you chose me. I've never met anyone like you." She caresses her gently, tracing over hipbone, up to the edges of her stomach, to her ribs. Her thighs rub against the contour of Vi's hips, an automatic motion that she'd barely even recognize, were it not for the friction from the stiff fabric. It makes her flesh tingle.

"You're strong, and you don't take anyone's shit, and you're a fighter, but you won't give up your soft parts. You are so," she inhales sharply before smothering a kiss in the valley of Vi's breasts, "goddamn lovable. Every part of you is gorgeous. The way you move. The way you laugh. That ridiculous little noise you make when I do this--" she curls her fingers, very abruptly, against Vi's bellybutton. But she lets up the next moment, pleased with the reaction she got. She kisses the tops of her breasts, once, twice more, then lifts her head to look her in the eye.

"I'd like to touch you. Very much. May I?"

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