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Caitlyn’s back hits the wall hard enough that it knocks the breath out of her lungs.
She can feel how stupidly wide her eyes are as she tries to recover from Vi’s unexpected compliment – or flirt? – and how her own lips are parted in surprise. And it doesn’t help that Vi’s smirking as she steps forward, presses her palm against the wall and leans into her, so close that if Caitlyn lowers her chin, their noses will be touching.
Vi’s making the most intense eye contact, too, which is only making her more flustered, and she’s bent forward enough that her warm breath tickles across Caitlyn’s face.
Caitlyn closes her mouth with an audible click of her teeth.
This close, the enforcer can see the small spattering of freckles across the height of Vi’s sharp cheekbones and all the little scars adorning her face. She can see how the roman numerals tattooed onto her cheek are slightly raised, scarred, but she finds herself focusing on the little nick carved into her top lip.
“So, what’ll it be …”
Vi’s looking up at her through her eyelashes.
Caitlyn doesn’t realize she’s been holding her breath until Vi’s playful grey eyes drop pointedly down to her own lips. She inhales sharply through her nose, and somehow, despite just being broken out of solitary confinement, Vi smells good.
“Man or woman?”
It looks like she’s biting back a grin as she asks it, crowding Caitlyn against the wall in a way that feels very appropriate for being in a goddamn brothel.
She’s trying to fluster me, and she knows it’s working.
Caitlyn’s face is on fire as she stands there, arms at her sides, stammering to come up with an answer. Part of her wants to be angry at Vi for bringing her to such a place and expecting her to play along, but the other, bigger part of her is just ridiculously attracted to how bold Vi is.
Nobody treats her like this in Piltover, that’s for certain.
Vi is just beginning to look over her shoulder – with a smug look on her face, like she’s proud to have one of the Councillor’s daughters against a wall – when Caitlyn is finally able to form a sentence again.
“Violet – I will not –”
Her scolding melds into a surprised squeak when Vi suddenly grabs her by the arms and whirls the two of them across the hallway, nearly knocking Caitlyn off her feet in the process. Caught completely off guard (again!), she stumbles as Vi pushes her backwards through the curtain of suspended beads and into an unoccupied room.
“Vi – what are you doing?” she hisses, grappling at Vi’s bandaged forearms to keep balance.
It’s only when Caitlyn gets her footing again that she looks at Vi’s face, and her stomach drops.
Vi looks scared.
Her eyes are wide as she looks up into Caitlyn’s confused, startled face.
“Silco’s here. He’s coming up the hall.”
“Silco’s here?!” Caitlyn squeaks.
“It seems like he’s looking for somebody.”
Vi releases Caitlyn’s arm to wring her hands, eyebrows pulled together as she frantically looks around the graciously empty room.
Now, Caitlyn’s heart is racing for another reason. If she gets caught down here, particularly by the man that she believes is tied to everything she’s been investigating, she could get thrown behind bars at Stillwater, herself.
The room they’re in is relatively small. Swirls of deep purple and turquoise cover the three solid walls, and a big red couch sits in the middle of the worn hardwood flooring. The beads separating their room from the hall are still swaying and clinking together, and the sound of them is competing with the low moans and rhythmic furniture-squeaking surrounding them.
All the rooms are completely viewable by anybody wandering the hallway, Caitlyn realizes with a start, as she catches a glimpse of writhing bodies in a room across the hall from them.
Isn’t that the opposite of what you’d want at a brothel?
Caitlyn’s about to suggest that they hide behind the couch when Vi interrupts her thoughts.
“Get on the couch,” she says urgently.
“What? He’s going to see us –”
Hissing at her to ‘just listen to me’, Vi grabs her by the shoulders again and walks her backward until Caitlyn’s legs hit the edge of the cushions. Firmly, Vi pushes her down into a sitting position on the squeaky leather, and then reaches up to pull her own hood over her head. Dumbfounded and flustered, Caitlyn looks up at her with furiously pink cheeks.
Vi stands between Caitlyn’s legs as they meet eyes again. Hers are dark and fluid, shadowed underneath her hood, and despite the serious situation they’ve landed themselves in, it looks like she has a smirk fighting across her mouth.
“Time to blend in, Cupcake.”
“Violet –"
And with that, she swings her leg over and plops down in Caitlyn’s lap, straddling her hips and holding onto the back of the couch to steady herself. The sudden intimacy knocks the breath from Caitlyn’s lungs and it escapes in an embarrassingly loud sigh as Vi settles on top of her spread thighs.
Vi’s warm and heavy in her lap, her thighs firm and squeezing on either side of Caitlyn’s hips, and when she leans forward with her eyes all heavy-looking, Caitlyn thinks her heart couldn’t race any faster if it tried.
She suddenly understands what Vi is getting at now.
Look the part.
The enforcer knows they could be in very-real danger if Silco comes into the room to check their identities, but that doesn’t stop her from moving to hold Vi’s waist, to breathlessly look up at Vi leaning over her. And Vi’s breathing hard, cheeks adorably flushed when she moves her hands to rest on Caitlyn’s shoulders.
It’s supposed to be an act, Caitlyn knows that, but it doesn’t dull the feeling that the unlikely duo are balancing on the precipice of something dangerously intoxicating.
And she wants more.
“I’m not sure this is convincing enough,’” Caitlyn murmurs up at her.
She can see how Vi’s pupils blow wide when she slips her hands just barely under her red jacket, feels how warm and soft she is along the curve of her waist. Vi’s lips part in a soft exhale, and her eyelids droop lower as she bites into her lip. The expression on her face is so undeniably hungry that it sends a thrill up Caitlyn’s spine.
“Well fuck, Cupcake.”
The warmth of Vi’s breath washes over her, and Caitlyn leans her head back until it rests along the backrest’s cushions, exposing her neck in a way that she hopes will taunt Vi. She moves her hands lower to the small of Vi’s back and presses into her, urging her closer, and Vi immediately scoots forward until their torsos press together.
Two can play this game.
Vi pushes herself up onto the height of her knees then, so that she’s leaning completely over Caitlyn, meeting her eyeline, and her pink hair hangs forward between the two of their faces. Slowly, Caitlyn lifts her hand to brush the stray pieces behind Vi’s ear, and she doesn’t miss how Vi’s eyes flutter closed at the soft touch.
They both lean that last bit closer until their noses bump together, and Caitlyn keeps her hand on the side of Vi’s tattooed neck, caressing over the black gear slowly as they stare at one another.
Vi’s breathing gets deeper and heavier, and she licks across her own bottom lip like she’s getting ready to do something – the ‘something’ that Caitlyn’s been thinking about since she first laid eyes on Vi in Stillwater.
Vi’s dark pink lips are parted, and Caitlyn lets her gaze hover on the fullness of her slicked bottom lip, on the gentle curve of her cupid’s bow. She notices how the confident smirk that’d been playing on Vi’s face earlier has disappeared and been replaced with a shamelessly needy expression that makes heat flare between Caitlyn’s legs.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asks Vi.
Even in the dimmer lighting, she can see how the pink on Vi’s cheeks deepens at the question, and Caitlyn notes how her breath catches as she nods a very clear yes.
She slips her hands from the curve of Vi’s spine around to squeeze at the top of her strong thighs, thumbs pressing into her hip bones, and Vi’s eyes drop to Caitlyn’s lips. Anticipation swirls low in her stomach as Vi leans that tiny bit closer, her hood effectively shadowing their faces from the rest of the world, and then their mouths meet softly.
Oh, good Gods …
Bright white bursts behind Caitlyn’s closed eyelids, and intense desire zaps through her when their lips touch. It feels way too good when Vi’s strong hands work their way into Caitlyn’s indigo hair like she’s done it a million times, when she curls them around the back of her neck and tugs Caitlyn closer to her. Their lips press together more firmly, and it makes Caitlyn’s head spin.
Grabbing her hips, Caitlyn gently pushes Vi back down into her lap, leaning forward so that the two are at a level eyeline, and Vi immediately scooches forward again so that their hips are completely slotted together. The sudden movement makes Caitlyn inhale sharply because that also feels ridiculously good – Vi sitting on her lap, her strong thighs spread to accommodate her as they kiss like they can’t get enough of one another.
Caitlyn can feel herself getting sucked into their collective consuming hunger as she slides her hands underneath her jacket, up Vi’s broad back. She squeezes into the built muscle there, and Vi groans into Caitlyn’s mouth before kissing her deeper.
The noise she makes is enough to make Caitlyn squeeze her legs together, and desperately, she parts her lips under Vi’s in an unspoken request for her hot tongue. Vi gives it to her gently, licking along her bottom lip before slipping it past her teeth, and the heat and the taste of Vi in her mouth forces a whimper from Caitlyn’s throat.
Vi moans back in response.
Among their own lustful sounds, though, are footsteps, Caitlyn suddenly realizes.
Right, the whole reason they’re in this room is because Silco’s lurking in the halls.
Around them, the air is sticky with humidity, and Caitlyn swears she can hear somebody coming down the hallway. Despite her desperate desire to pay attention only to Vi’s small noises of pleasure, she notices that it sounds like they’re getting closer and closer to their room. And when the footsteps stop, seemingly right outside their room’s beaded curtain, Caitlyn’s heart leaps up into her throat.
Is it Silco?
The hair on the back of Caitlyn’s neck stands up, the indescribable feeling of being watched creeping over her skin. Thankfully, Vi hasn’t seemed to notice yet, blissfully unaware that the man they’re hiding from is, perhaps, watching them make out on the couch.
Panic swirls through Caitlyn’s chest, the emotion battling with the feeling of being ridiculously turned on, and then an idea strikes her. She pulls away panting from Vi’s ravenous mouth.
Silco will definitely be less likely to interrupt something obscene.
Caitlyn wraps her arms around Vi’s back, one hand on the back of Vi’s hood to make sure it continues hiding her telltale pink hair, and she pulls her close, into her neck. The fabric of her hood hides both of their faces well, and Caitlyn moves her lips to Vi’s ear while clutching at her back with her other hand.
“Silco – I think he’s watching,” she whispers.
Vi shivers, maybe from the heat of Caitlyn’s breath at her ear, or maybe from the idea of being watched, and she attempts to pull away, but Caitlyn keeps her close with her hand.
“If it looks like we’re really in the throes of things, he won’t have the guts to interrupt.”
She breathes it by Vi’s ear, then snags her lobe between her teeth and hums softly into the seashell curve of the cartilage. Vi gasps, and her hips rock down into Caitlyn’s at the nibbling, but she gives a barely noticeable nod.
“Put your acting hat on, Cupcake.”
Vi punctuates the sentence with a heated, panting kiss, then slowly climbs off Caitlyn’s lap.
Now in full sight of the hallway, Caitlyn’s glad that she ditched her Enforcer hat and the more distinguishing parts of her uniform earlier. She’s hoping her face is still shadowed underneath her own hood.
Vi sinks down to her knees on the floor in front of her, and in her peripheral vision, Caitlyn can see a shadowed figure hesitating in the hallway. She can’t tell if they’re facing their direction and staring through their beaded curtain, or if their back is to them, but then Vi’s hands come to rest on her knees and Caitlyn’s breath gets caught in her throat.
“Open your legs,” Vi murmurs.
The words still strike Caitlyn like they’re real, though, and a burning blush spreads across her face as Vi stares up at her, smirking. She’s suddenly aware of how short her skirt is as she spreads her legs apart and the fabric rides dangerously high up on her thighs.
Graciously, Vi keeps her eyes on Caitlyn’s face as she bends forward, her big hands slipping along the outside of her thighs gently. The lingering touch has Caitlyn gripping the leather cushions, and she doesn’t have to pretend to lift her chin in pleasure when Vi’s breath tickles across the inside of her thigh.
“You want to go down on me, huh? That’s going to cost you extra,” Caitlyn says, loudly enough to be easily overheard and with a hardened accent.
“I’d pay all the money in the world to eat you out,” Vi answers back.
It rolls off her tongue smoothly and sounds significantly less stilted than when Caitlyn had tried to make it clear to whoever’s lingering in the hall that they’re about to get into it.
A smirk continues to play on Vi’s lips, and her eyes flash with humour and something hungrier as she starts pushing Caitlyn’s skirt up slowly. Caitlyn’s heart starts hammering again and she can feel her eyes widening as Vi leans forward, headed closer and closer to where she so desperately wants her in reality.
Holding eye contact, she ducks her head low enough that her chin is resting on the fabric of her skirt and then she bites her lip and groans loudly. The noise of pleasure, though it’s staged, makes Caitlyn’s jaw drop open.
Vi is officially pretending to go down on her.
Now, the ball is in her court.
Dropping her head back onto the backrest’s cushions, she lets out a breathy sigh. Vi’s hands dig into her thighs in response before she starts running them up and down the sensitive skin along the inside of her legs, the roughness of the bandages wrapped around them making goosebumps erupt over her skin.
“Just like that,” Caitlyn moans up at the ceiling.
The embarrassing part is that she’s hardly exaggerating.
She doesn’t want Vi to stop touching her, even if it’s just her thighs, and she looks back down at her with her bottom lip between her teeth.
The look on Vi’s face sends a shiver down her spine. She’s got her mouth hanging open in pleasure, and her eyes dance wickedly over Caitlyn’s upper body before she meets her eyes. The pinkness in her cheeks is nearly matching her hair as she breaks into a grin. Waggling her eyebrows, she presses her mouth against the top of Caitlyn’s thigh and lets out another moan while holding her gaze.
Oh, fuck.
Her eyebrows even turn up in the middle, too, like she’s putting on a sinful show for Caitlyn in addition to the person in the hallway, and Caitlyn’s low stomach flutters with arousal. She reaches down and curves her hand around the back of Vi’s head, over her hood, and starts gasping and moaning like she’s about to finish.
“Ah, Violet, don’t stop!” she cries.
Vi bites her lip, eyes black with hunger, and she sighs loudly while watching Caitlyn. Her hands dig into Caitlyn’s thighs again, and Caitlyn looks her straight in the eyes when she loudly announces that she’s going to come in her mouth.
Vi groans, her jaw hanging open in what looks like very-real pleasure.
As Caitlyn pretends to orgasm, she looks up just in time to catch the shadowed figure walking away, leaving from where they had been standing outside their room. Perhaps they had been a bit too convincing, Caitlyn thinks, and had accidentally encouraged the lurking figure to wait until the end of the show to leave.
What a pig.
“Whoever it was, they’re gone now,” she murmurs to Vi.
Vi hums in response, looking over her shoulder just to be sure before she pulls off her hood.
“They literally waited there the entire time,” Caitlyn hisses.
She sits forward and pushes her skirt back down, trying to calm her blushing face as she meets Vi’s gaze. There’s sweat beading along Vi’s forehead, and she wipes her arm across her face with a smirk.
“I would have waited there, too, Cupcake. That was hot as fuck.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“If you want to practice your acting with me again in the future, let me know,” Vi grins.