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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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“Fuck,” Vi bites her lips and breathes out harshly. Cait’s aim is impressive as always, determining her target with ease and precision. Granted Vi’s been pent up for a while now and any contact would’ve driven her wild, but Cait’s clear knowledge of what she’s doing sets every nerve in her body ablaze.

She curls her toes and balls up fistfuls of sheet, back arching in response to Cait. A small twinge of embarrassment pricks her cheeks a further red, at what must be a strange sight of herself, twisted up at the sight of her very rich and proper girlfriend going down on her.

“Okay,” she gasps again. “You’re very good.” She closes her mouth to calm her breathing from getting away from her.

Cait's unoccupied hand moves to grip Vi's thigh, anchoring her to the mattress as her body jerks. Her reactions are more intense than she'd dared to imagine, and every noise out of Vi's throat, every rock of her hips only serves to deepen Cait's hunger. And the praise, shit-- Cait's no stranger to it, but hearing it from Vi, voice all gruff and breathy and straining, makes her heart beat double time.

She works her tongue against her-- small, precise circles-- only breaking contact for a moment to make her demand:

"Say that again."

And she sucks down against her clit, with the subtle but firm pressure of teeth.

“Aah!” Vi grunts and her hips buck against Cait’s mouth. She bites against her own knuckles to keep herself grounded and settled, even if little jolts still shake her fully.

It’s intense, this closeness, having Cait right at her center, sensitive and focused and hungry. It’s almost too much, and she keeps her hands moving, from bed to Cait’s hair, to her own thighs. She doesn’t know what to with them, or herself for that matter.

“Cait,” she manages to groan out, throat shutting almost immediately after, her torso tending and coiling. “You’re—ah!” It takes a few breaths for her to get the rest out. “Good.“

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The words buzz in her ears, made all the more delectable by how Vi had to struggle to get them out. She's thrashing about so much that it's getting hard to retain her grip-- and so Cait's hand releases her thigh, only for her arm to wrap fully around it, forearm locked over her stomach and fingers grasping her far hip.

"Again," she repeats, alternating between fervent licks and punctuated sucks, as her two fingers inside Vi curl, stroking her long and deep. She wants to hear her voice until it breaks.

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“You’re so good, you’re— Ffuuuck,” is the word that begins Vi’s long trail of loud moans and other profanities, grateful once more for the empty house. It’s a rising peak, a tense, tight coiling that reaches its breaking point.

All of Vi stops, head thrown back, and she goes quiet and still, muscles flexing, as she reaches over the peak and then crashes down the other side with a repeat cacophony or pleasure sounds. She feels Cait inside her as she clenches all around her.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, calming. “You’re…” her head feels floaty, muscles tired. “Amazing.”

Caitlyn guides her over the edge, extending her pleasure as far as it'll go with slow pumps of her fingers and soft strokes of tongue. When Vi has settled, finally, Caitlyn pulls back, delicately wiping her mouth against the back of her hand before climbing up mattress to lie at Vi's side-- propped up on her forearms, studying her with a tilted head and a self-satisfied grin.

She'll give Vi a few moments to catch her breath, for her eyes to flutter back open, before leaning down for a kiss.

It takes a long moment for Vi’s breath to finally catch up. She’s still breathing a little hard when Cait comes in for the kiss, but she accepts it and even pushes into it hungrily.

“Mmm,” she hums as they pull apart from the kiss and she can lean her head back on the bed. “That was…” maybe her brain needs a moment longer to recover, because all that comes out is, “Wow.” She grins up at Cait.

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"Mm-hmm," Cait drones in response, remarkably level for how wide her grin is. She traces her fingertips, still damp, along the expanse of Vi's bare stomach. "And you were concerned."

“I’ve never been happier to have been so wrong,” Vi says with a smile as she wraps her arms around Cait and pulls her closer for another kiss. “You’ve gotta teach me how you did that with your mouth so I can return the favor.”

"Oh? Do you need another demonstration?" Cait chuckles against her lips, palm coming to settle over Vi's firm hip. She kisses the corner of Vi's mouth, her cheek, down to her jaw. "You can take notes."

“Oh yeah,” she chuckles. “Let me get my pen and notebook, just a moment,” and she takes another kiss. It’s just nice to hold Cait, warmth to warmth, low voices not because they could be heard but simply this intimate moment.

She looks at Cait and winks mischievously. She runs a hand through her hair, brushing down the back of her neck. “I learn better by doing, though.”

Cait swallows lightly, goosebumps prickling along her neck where Vi's fingers skim.

"Well then, by all means," she answers, trailing an open-mouthed kiss over Vi's ear, "Pursue whatever method suits your needs."

Vi lets out a small shiver at Cait’s lips on her ear. Not having to break apart as soon as they’re done is lovely, actually. She hopes to remain wrapped up in Cait forever.

She kisses Cait, slow and sweet. As she presses into the kiss, her tongue seeking out Cait’s, she pushes the other woman onto her back again. At some point they’ll have to eat, but for now, she has a lot of catching up to do.

“So…” she starts, kiss venturing from Cait’s lips to her jaw. “You’re not interested in seeing my boobs or…?”

"I've been awaiting their reveal with bated breath," Caitlyn answers, arms snaking around Vi's back immediately with the invitation. "If I may."

She releases the clasp -- with considerably less hassle than Vi did hers, though she's courteous enough not to mention it -- and tugs the straps down the length of Vi's arms before tossing the garment haphazardly onto the nightstand. (It lands perfectly atop the lamp.)

"Ah," she says, taking in the sight before her. Her smile slants lopsided, showing teeth. "They're cute."

“Cute?” Vi responds, a confused frown scrunching her forehead. She lifts and holds herself over Cait. She looks down at her chest and can’t help compare them to Caitlyn’s own bare chest. “What’s cute about them?”

Caitlyn's shoulders twitch with her laughter. Maybe it's mean to think so, but Vi's frowning face is adorable.

"I mean, look at them," she coos, cupping a breast in each hand. They fit perfectly against her palms, and she gives them a soft squeeze, as if in demonstration. "Did you know you have a freckle right here?" She cranes her neck to kiss just that spot, a couple inches above Vi's left nipple.

It’s difficult to remain indignant when your girlfriend is touching and kissing your boobs, and Vi is no exception. She gasps at the light kiss and squeeze and it anchors her in place. She could stay insulted, or she could get her boobs touched.

“I, ah, didn’t,” she grunts, voice pacifying from irritation to softness. “What else makes them cute?”

Caitlyn hums thoughtfully, feeling her own breath reflect onto her cheeks as she nuzzles into warm flesh. She presses her arm's weight onto Vi's side, gently coaxing her back atop the mattress to grant herself better reach.

"Your pretty pink nipples," she answers then, flicking her tongue out against the tip of one before taking it into her mouth.

Vi’s never had someone say anything about her was “pretty.” It’s not something she’s ever sought to be. But the word from Caitlyn’s mouth elicits a soft gasp, followed by a bigger gasp as Cait’s mouth takes her in.

“That mouth of yours,” she breath-laughs out. Her hands reach up into Cait’s hair, fingers massaging against scalp in slow, steady circles. “You’re really good with it.” She looks down, her wry smile betrayed by the redness in her cheeks. “But weren’t you going to teach me something?”

Heat pools in Caitlyn's stomach anew, settling there, deep and weighted. With her face buried against Vi's chest, the warmth of their bare bodies blending together, Vi's fingers in her hair and her voice supplying steady praise -- god, Cait could stay like this forever.

Even Vi's pointed question fails to instill any urgency in here. "I can teach you plenty," she murmurs, tongue swirling lazily around her nipple, fingers kneading into pliable flesh. "In a moment."

“Hah-ah!” Vi’s nerves shoot through her in shockwaves. With this much focused contact, Vi’s chest is much more sensitive than she’d realized. To think moments ago she was worried about Cait not being ready to have sex, and now she’s the one writhing uncontrollably and asking her to teach her.

“I’m sure you can,” she groans out, nails scratching lightly at the top of Cait’s head. “What aren’t you good at?” She laughs.

"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.