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As she makes her way into the bar, Caitlyn Kiramman has one goal, and one goal only.
Taking a girl home for the night.
It’d been a while since she had both the time and energy to bring a pretty girl over to share her bed with. Her work had become more exhausting than usual, case after case draining her mind and senses resulted in a really bad case of stress which had been eating her alive for months now. But not tonight. Tonight, she was determined to be eaten alive in a completely different way.
On previous nights, Caitlyn had spotted the vibrant place on her way home from work. Colorful lights made their way through the windows as music played, the energy irradiating from the place pulling her in like a magnet, tempting her as she waited for the traffic lights to change from red to green.
She had made up her mind as she drove home that same evening. Caitlyn Kiramman deserved a break, a full night to have fun and relax. Tonight was a treat to herself, an opportunity she was not willing to waste.
Blue eyes scan the inside of the rather decent establishment, taking in her surroundings as she makes her way to an empty stool right next to the bar. The clicking of her heels comes to a halt once she finally takes a seat, placing her handbag on her lap, back turned to the impeccable wooden bar. The hem of her black cocktail dress showing off her thighs as she crosses one long leg over the other in a swift motion.
It’s a matter of time
The thought is suddenly interrupted by a feminine voice calling from behind.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Bingo
Caitlyn turns to the voice with a smile that falls only slightly at the realization that the woman who just offered her a drink is, ironically, one of the bartenders.
Which is a bummer for Caitlyn, because this is certainly the most attractive woman she’s seen in her entire life.
Although she’s aware of the charm and elegance a suit can bring to someone’s appearance, there is no denying the fact that what’s caught Caitlyn’s attention goes beyond a gray vest and a tie.
The bartender stares back at her with a smile, one that makes the small tattoo on her cheek rise with the motion, the shaved side of pink hair let’s silver piercings show, shining under the light coming from the other side of the bar, and suddenly, Caitlyn’s mouth is so dry that the idea of getting a drink becomes a must.
The pink-haired woman on the other side of the bar has caught her attention in more ways than one, she can admit that to herself easily. Caitlyn’s eyes follow along intricate tattoos, covered by the bartender’s sleeves. Curiosity guides her thoughts as to where they might lead. With rugged hands tending the bar and an inviting smile, she waits for a response.
It is then that Caitlyn realizes she hasn’t said a word.
“Yes, please.” She manages to answer without stumbling on her own words. Her mind is blank, distracted; if she’s honest, she hadn’t thought of a specific drink just yet. Her hands, resting on the wooden surface of the bar, start picking at her nails. She looks back up at the woman in front of her, raising an eyebrow. “Any recommendations?”
A smirk crosses the bartender’s face, the gesture leading Caitlyn’s attention to the small scar on her lip.
“Well, that entirely depends…” Comes her answer, as the bartender tilts her head just a bit, and Caitlyn swears she just saw gray eyes giving her a once-over. “What kind of night are you looking for?”
Caitlyn swallows, her mouth is dry.
“I’m... not completely sure.” She lies with a smile “A fun one, I suppose.”
“Fun.” Repeats the bartender, raising a scarred eyebrow as she takes a clean glass from behind the bar, rolling up her sleeves. A smirk makes it’s way across her face “I can work with that.”
Caitlyn watches as the woman in front of her grabs a bottle and begins preparing a drink with ease, pulling out moves she assumes one might do just to show off.
“Pretty sure I haven’t seen you around before” The bartender says, eyes clearly focused on the task at hand. “First time here I assume?”
Caitlyn nods, her eyes glued to the bartender’s smooth movements as she grabs a different bottle, bright blue liquid fills up the glass all the way.
“Figured as much” The woman says as she finishes preparing the drink. “I’d remember such a stunning gal, especially if she’s looking for fun.” She adds, placing a small red umbrella next to a slice of lime on the edge of the glass; gray eyes show a particular glow as she stares proudly at her concoction.
Caitlyn takes the drink handed to her with a slight blush on her cheeks; she can feel the bartender’s awaiting gaze as she brings the straw to her lips, the fresh and sweet flavor makes her eyes go wide.
“Fruity” She says, noticing the way the bartender’s shoulders relax and her smile grows at the positive feedback. Suddenly, she realizes the pink-haired woman might as well be waiting for Caitlyn to pay for the drink in her hands. As she turns around to do so, another customer’s voice calls from across the bar in an attempt to get the bartender’s attention. She’s pulling out the credit card from her wallet, when the woman stops her.
“First drink is on the house.” She says. Caitlyn looks up just in time to see the woman’s face as she starts walking backwards to the other side of the bar “For good luck” She adds, a wide smile on her face, then a wink.
A wink.
Caitlyn doesn’t move for a good minute until the cold radiating from the drink in her hand sends a slight sting that makes her snap out of… whatever that was.
As she turns and pretty much forces herself to look around the people gathering on the dance floor, her eyes seem to have a mind of their own, ever so often looking around, looking for pink hair and tattoos. Caitlyn sighs and proceeds to shake the thought away with a particularly long sip she takes directly from the glass. A simple conclusion tries to replace that of sweet compliments and an even sweeter drink.
Bartenders must earn their tips.
Despite the sweetness of her drink, the chuckle that escapes her lips tastes sour. She knew it had been a while, but seriously? The bartender?
Bloody hell, Caitlyn, are you really this desperate?
Caitlyn has reached half her drink by the time she feels a presence leaning next to her on the bar, she looks over discreetly just to find a blond young man placing an empty beer bottle on the bar. The sound of glass against wood warning her of how close he actually is. She averts her gaze, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Hey, baby. Why so lonely?”
Shit.
Slurring his words, Caitlyn can smell his fowl breath. From the corner of her eye, she can see the way the man gives her a shameless once-over that makes her wince.
“Yo, bar girl!” He yells, reaching a hand out toward the other side of the bar, catching the attention of the bartender “I don’t have all night!”
Caitlyn’s shoulders relax at the sight of pink hair. The bartender approaches, showing a slightly more serious look on her face.
“Lemme get you something, yeah?” Comes the question, and even when Caitlyn so politely refuses, once, twice, he insists.
Caitlyn rests her temple on the tip of her fingers, placing her elbow on the bar surface as if to create an invisible barrier between her and the situation. She looks away again, still, out of the corner of her eye she can tell the bartender knows exactly what’s going on.
“Look man, I don’t think she’s interested...” She starts, her words directed at the young man, yet, her gaze focused on blue eyes. In an attempt to be done with this as quickly as possible, she adds “Just let me know what I can get for you and-”
“Can it, will ya?!” He yells, slamming a hand against the bar making a few faces turn their way.
Caitlyn can see the bartender’s hands turning into fists.
“Sir-” She begins, in an obviously forced attempt at being polite; but then her sentence is interrupted by another yell, and that does it for Caitlyn.
“It’s okay!” She finally says, with her crossed arms resting on the bar, she leans towards the bartender before turning over to look at the man for the very first time “Wanna buy me something?” She asks, adding a flirty swing of her shoulders. Pleased, the stranger nods. Caitlyn then turns towards the pink-haired woman, a smug smile on her lips, and asks “May I see your menu?”
The bartender looks confused at the sudden request, but obliges without saying a word and watches as Caitlyn scans the menu in front of her.
“Oh, I could go for some fries right now…” She says, her index finger tapping her bottom lip as she continues scanning the menu, she lifts her gaze towards the woman to catch the exact second realization hits the bartender’s face, followed by an amused look.
“Oh, we have all sorts of toppings available for those.” Comes the bartender’s response as she leans forward and points at a specific area on the menu, looking up only for a moment to see blue eyes looking back at her with a pleased smile. “They do have an additional cost of course...” She adds, eyeing the guy’s reaction from afar just for a split second before returning her attention to Caitlyn “We have bacon, guacamole, oh, and extra cheese is added for free if you get four toppings or more…” The bartender has only begun to mention the triple burger and large onion rings order to share, when the man interrupts them.
“Woah there, chill…” He says, surprise written all over his face as Caitlyn turns to look at him. “I meant a drink, I can get you a drink.”
Caitlyn is aware of the amused look on the woman in front of her when she fakes a surprised gasp.
“Oh, I’m afraid I misunderstood. Since you mentioned you’d buy me something…” She assures, looking at the man straight in the eye as she takes a hold of her drink “I appreciate it but as you can see, my friend here…”
There’s a pause, and Caitlyn turns to look over at the bartender.
“Vi.” The woman behind the bar adds with a smirk. Caitlyn smiles.
“Vi,” Caitlyn repeats slowly, tasting the name on her lips before turning back at the man, proudly holding her drink up “She has me covered.”
Both Vi and Caitlyn’s attention shifts to the man as he scoffs, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Fuck this” He says, averting his gaze in annoyance “Just gimme another beer.”
The smile on Vi’s lips is rewarding.
“With pleasure, Sir.”
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The man walks away with a cold beer in hand and a curse under his breath. Caitlyn isn’t sure if he’s even out of earshot when Vi lets out a laugh. Caitlyn is more than happy to join in.
“Why, you had me worried for a second there.” Vi says, nervousness clear in her voice as she looks back at amused blue eyes “But that was savage, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn’s smile grows at the reaction, but the laugh gets stuck in her throat at Vi’s last word.
“Cupcake?” She repeats, confused at the unexpected nickname.
The bartender, Vi, then points at the drink in Caitlyn’s hands.
“Oh, it’s your drink” She clarifies “That’s what we call those here.”
Caitlyn looks down at the glass between her hands and scoffs a laugh. “So, you’re telling me that you refer to your customers by their drinks’ name?” She asks lifting an eyebrow in curiosity. “Well, that seems rather unprofessional of you.”
Burly shoulders move along with her laughter, followed by a slight shake of her head.
“Well, if you don’t like it….” She starts, her eyes moving from the half filled glass between delicate hands to meet deep blue eyes “What should I call you then?”
Caitlyn can feel her cheeks warm up at the sudden interest shown.
“Caitlyn.” She answers as she pushes a strand of hair back into place. Caitlyn watches as Vi opens her mouth only to be interrupted by a loud yell coming from the other side of the bar.
“Vi!”
Caitlyn’s gaze catches a blue haired girl in the same bartender uniform who, god knows how, manages to hold three beer bottles in one hand and four empty glasses on the other, all as she makes her way to what Caitlyn can only assume is the kitchen.
“Three margaritas and a mojito! Chop chop!” She says and Vi let’s out a sigh once the young woman disappears behind an open door.
“On it!” The bartender manages to say as she leans her head back and runs a hand through the shaved side of her hair.
“Duty calls.” Is all Caitlyn can say as she offers a sad smile in return.
“Yeah. But hey, If you’re still looking for fun I’d say you give the dance floor a chance.” Vi says in an attempt to lighten up the mood. She gives one last sweep with the cloth over the counter as she adds “Pretty sure Ekko is already getting everything set up, he’s the best DJ this side of town.”
Caitlyn stares at the woman as she focuses on cleaning the already impeccable bar, then nods.
“I suppose I could.”
“Yeah…” Comes Vi’s response as she throws the cloth over her shoulder, averting her gaze at the sudden change in energy. She finally looks up and adds “And… I mean, if you need anything else… I’ll be right here.”
Caitlyn offers her one last smile before she spots the blue haired girl reappearing behind Vi.
“Vi! Come on!” She urges with an annoyed whine. Vi manages to snap out of it and return a quick smirk towards Caitlyn before following behind the younger girl; who’s words sound distant, yet clear. “Are you seriously flirting again?”
Caitlyn catches Vi’s response in a hushed voice.
“Shut up!”
After another sip of her drink, Caitlyn finds the dance floor way more appealing.
Vi ends up preparing a total of seven margaritas in record time, something she’d call a personal achievement.
It’s shortly after Ekko starts working his magic setting up just the right mood for those on the dance floor, that the bar ends up flooded with customers, The wild type that is, those who push each other around, urging for the bartenders to get their requested drinks as fast as possible. Vi has no idea how she manages to survive tonight’s crowd.
It’s once the wave of sweaty bodies has died down that the bartender finally gets a break. As she dries the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, Vi looks around the bar. Then it hits her.
She didn’t even notice the moment Caitlyn left the bar.
Grey eyes scan the dance floor and, to her surprise, it seems like Caitlyn actually took her advice.
The bartender feels a smile tugging at the corner of her lips when she sees slender feminine arms wrapped around the taller woman’s neck as she leans in. Caitlyn’s lips seem to move against soft skin, murmuring words Vi doesn’t get to hear.
She then averts her gaze quickly, forcing herself to focus back on drying the glass in her hand.
The bartender places both hands on her hips as she takes a moment to stare at the clean glasses, neatly arranged in front of her, when she hears a familiar voice behind her.
“Hey…”
Vi turns around to find Caitlyn sitting on the stool right across from her, fingers slightly gripping at the almost finished drink in her hands.
“Well, hello to you too.” Vi’s eyes are focused on casually cleaning the bar between them, too focused to notice the look on the woman’s face before adding “Any luck?”
The scoff that comes out of Caitlyn’s mouth is what makes Vi actually look up.
“Not really, no.” Caitlyn answers with a defeated sigh.
“Really?” Vi’s eyebrow rises, and the next words come out of her mouth before she can stop herself “Thought I saw you dancing with someone not long ago”
Caitlyn’s eyes look up at her for a second, and Vi freezes. Before she can word an excuse for overstepping, she’s quickly interrupted by Caitlyn’s voice.
“Oh…” She says, bitterness presenting her voice as she points back at dance floor with her thumb. “You mean that girl?”
Vi’s eyes follow Caitlyn’s thumb to spot that same woman all the way at the back of the dance floor, as she seems to be fiercely making out with someone, pressed against the wall by a man who starts planting kisses down her neck, a knee pressed between her legs.
Vi breathes in between clenched teeth.
“Yeah…”
Vi looks back at a clearly defeated Caitlyn as her hand runs through dark blue hair, then a sigh.
“I just...” She starts, her words slightly slurred together as she looks back at Vi, and sighs once again. “I lied, alright… I did know what I was looking for tonight, but by this point I don’t think It’ll happen”
With the amount of experience Vi has on the job, she can recognize a drunk rant when she sees it. She’d usually focus on getting back to work, make up an excuse to check on the kitchen, or, on worst cases, straight up send a quick text to Powder to have her yell at her from across the bar with whatever “urgent” matter she might come up with on the spot.
But not this time, with her arms resting on the counter, Vi finds herself actually listening to Caitlyn as she lays her frustrations right then and there. She watches as the woman in front of her speaks, her hands moving along, emphasizing her words with swift movements.
It’s when she starts ranting about Marcus, who Vi can only assume is Caitlyn’s boss, that the tipsy damsel throws her head back in frustration, losing her balance on the stool.
Vi is quick to catch Caitlyn’s wrist, stopping her from falling backwards.
“Woah, careful there, Cupcake” Vi says with a slightly amused look as she helps Caitlyn back on her seat. “How many of those have you had?”
It’s then that Caitlyn seems to finally take a moment to breathe. An embarrassed chuckle comes out of her mouth, showing a tooth gap Vi hadn’t noticed before as Caitlyn stares back at her.
“One” She answers, an eyebrow raised as she looks at the drink in her hands, then at Vi “Although I was not expecting your drinks to be this strong.”
Vi frowns only slightly.
“They aren’t.”
Realization hits Vi like a truck as she looks back at a confused Caitlyn, who begins rubbing her temples with shut eyes.
“Let me see your drink.” Vi demands, not waiting for a response as she snatches the glass right off Caitlyn’s hands.
“Hey!” Comes Caitlyn’s rather late response as she stares up at the woman, narrowing her eyes.
Vi holds the drink up against a black light on her side of the bar. And then she sees it.
It’s hardly noticeable at first, but the longer Vi looks, the clearer the pink substance seems, blended into the unfinished drink.
Shimmer.
Vi curses under her breath.
“Shit”
As she looks back at Caitlyn, Vi is sure the woman in front of her can see the fear in her eyes.
“What-?” Caitlyn’s question is interrupted by a pained groan, and Vi watches as she holds her head between her hands “Too loud…”
Vi takes no time sprinting over to a gate nearby, getting to the other side of the bar just in time to hold Caitlyn’s shoulders as she seems to lose balance again. Confused blue eyes stare back at her as Vi speaks.
“I’m gonna need you to come with me.” She finally says in a gentle voice next to Caitlyn’s ear, worry still present in her eyes as she notices hesitance in her gaze. “I’m gonna need you to trust me too, okay?”
Seconds feel like hours as Caitlyn stares back at her, until finally, she nods.
The light on the narrow hallway that leads to the kitchen is bright, too bright for Caitlyn’s liking as Vi helps her take a seat on a pile of beer boxes. In a second, she kneels before her.
“What?…” Comes Caitlyn’s question, and she can see Vi as she lets out a worried sigh through her nose, eyes glued to hers.
“I asked how you got here…” She repeats, slower this time, and Caitlyn can see the thoughts racing through her head as she adds “Do you have a car? Did a friend drop you off?…”
Caitlyn shakes her head slowly, stopping when the room starts spinning along with her.
“N-No…” There’s a pause as her hand reaches her head, trying to stop the spinning of the room “A cab, I took a cab… Was planning on leaving on one too.”
Vi hums at the response and sighs slowly as she stares at the slight pink glimmer, dancing, blending into blue irises, all behind dilated pupils.
“Well, I’m not gonna let you take a cab on your own… Not like this.” Vi says, her eyes wandering around the room before asking “Is there anyone you could call? Someone to come pick you up?”
Caitlyn’s scoff is answer enough, still, her eyes soften when she looks back at Vi, who is clearly waiting for a verbal response.
“Jayce is out of town…” She starts “Viktor and I aren’t exactly that close. And I’m not letting my parents see me like this.” She finishes with a sour chuckle.
Caitlyn swallows at the way Vi’s concerned eyes switch between each of hers. Her lip twitching slightly upwards before letting out a sigh.
“Alright.” She says, hands on her knees as she pulls herself up. Without turning around, Vi abruptly halts the march of a skinny young man passing by “Mylo, need you to cover me for a bit.” She says, not allowing him to respond as she turns her head towards the kitchen. “Claggor, you’re in charge!”
A distant “Yes, Vi.” comes from the kitchen, and it only takes a single look from Vi for Mylo’s mouth to stay shut.
Caitlyn watches, confused, as Vi turns towards the lockers on the other side of the hallway to open one of the metal doors.
“What’s going on?” Confusion is clear in Caitlyn’s voice as she sees the bartender pulling out a helmet from her locker before turning back to face her.
“Well, if it isn’t obvious…” She says, kneeling before her once again, presenting the helmet hanging from her fingers “Looks like I’m taking you home, Cupcake.”
A drizzle begins shortly after they’ve begun their journey through the chilling night; Vi’s eyes stay on the road until they reach a red traffic light and brings her motorbike to a stop.
“You alright back there?” She asks, turning around to look at the woman behind her. She can feel slender arms as they tense lightly around her waist.
“Yes” Comes a hushed answer.
Vi hums.
“I’m gonna take a look, is that okay?” Vi asks, her hand slowly reaching to grab the visor on Caitlyn’s helmet, not touching it just yet.
After a moment, Caitlyn nods, allowing Vi to take another look.
As she stares into Caitlyn’s eyes, Vi let’s out a visible sigh as her warm breath mixes into the cool night air. She can see the shimmer. Luckily, not filling blue irises completely, unlike she’s seen before, but still there, bright and present.
“Are you feeling alright?” She finally asks.
Caitlyn swallows.
“I’m... fine. I think-I think I’m better now.” She assures, words slow, but steady. “If we could just go slower...” Caitlyn’s arms tighten around Vi’s waist, she snuggles closer, then looks away. As if hoping Vi doesn’t see the blush that has begun spreading across her face.
Except she does, and it makes her let out a chuckle.
“Well, this is the third time you’ve asked…” Vi says, a compassionate smile on her face “But I’m afraid this is as slow as we can go, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn lets out a groan that makes the bartender’s chuckle vanish slowly. Vi then turns around, eyes focused on the still red traffic light as if it were to blame for her problems. She has seen the effects of shimmer before. Not long ago had protocol changed after both bartenders and patrons began noticing a bright pink glow often seen on some of their most “difficult” customers. Rumors had it, the pink substance had only begun to be used for something else. Spiking drinks.
The thought never failed to make her sick.
Vi feels the slow shifting of Caitlyn’s weight behind her.
“Are you feeling alright?” A soft voice asks, interrupting her thoughts.
Vi’s hands tighten around black handlebars.
“Yeah, I’m… Sure, I’m alright.” Comes a rushed lie, stumbled upon nervousness. “Why do you ask?”
The hold Caitlyn has on the bartender’s waist softens, suddenly becoming reassuring, comforting.
“You can tell me.” Caitlyn assures her, and Vi can hear the smile on her lips as she adds “This red light takes forever, anyways.”
Vi smiles only slightly before letting out a deep, long, sigh through her nose, eyes still focused on the red light above them. “It just pisses me of, you know? This whole shimmer thing…” She finally says, the word leaving a sour taste in her mouth. “Back when my old man owned the place we didn’t have to worry about this kind of shit… It just didn’t happen.” She’s angry, too angry to find the words right now, her hold on the handlebars makes her knuckles go white. “You seem pretty alright, Cupcake. You’re clever and funny and… Why, you had a pretty damn good shot at getting yourself someone for the night.”
Vi can feel the hold on her waist tense.
“Oh…” Caitlyn says, Vi recognizes surprise in her voice. “You really think so?”
Vi’s ‘yes’ is so soft she’s not sure if Caitlyn actually hears it.
At the growing silence between them, she assumes she didn’t.
Vi sighs.
“I’m sorry…”
“What for exactly?…” Caitlyn asks, and the way her hand reaches for Vi’s shoulder actually makes the bartender turn back to look at her.
“I don’t know, you just… You’re really something, Cup-” She stops herself, catching the way Caitlyn’s eyes widen only slightly. Vi stares back at soft blue eyes mixed with pink, and a sigh blows out of her nose. “I’m sorry this happened. You really didn’t deserve this, Caitlyn.”
Vi doesn’t wait for a response when she notices the red light illuminating Caitlyn’s face changing to green. She turns around almost too fast, eyes focused back on the road.
“Hang on, okay?” She waits for slender arms to wrap firmly around her before continuing their trip.
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Caitlyn turns her apartment’s light on only to immediately regret it.
The sudden brightness makes the long forgotten headache come back to her with a sharp sting on her temples. Caitlyn stumbles back when the room seems to lean to the side, only to be caught by a couple of strong hands, holding her shoulders, keeping her steady.
“Got you.” She hears Vi’s voice behind her.
A sudden thought makes her chuckle.
“You know…” Caitlyn starts, slowly feeling like she’s regained her balance. “I really expected to come back home with a girl, just… not like this.”
Caitlyn doesn’t expect Vi to actually laugh, still, she’s pleased she manages to do so.
Vi’s hands slowly guide her all the way to the couch and she’s more than happy to follow. She takes off her heels thinking the bartender’s laugh is a sound she could get used to.
As she sits back she finds herself running her fingers trough the suddenly very soft cushion next to her, it’s then that Vi’s words catch her attention.
“You might want to drink some water...” Vi’s suggestion makes Caitlyn nod absentmindedly.
She’s still focused on the cushion when her eyelids start feeling heavy.
“In the kitchen” She manages to say without slurring.
The silence that follows feels much longer than she expected.
“Right.” Comes Vi’s response before making her way to the counter next to the door they just managed to walk through. Caitlyn doesn’t say a word when Vi takes a glass and start pouring water into it before turning to look at her. “Do you have some aspirin, or maybe ibuprofen?”
Caitlyn’s eyes narrow.
“I…” The words mix in Caitlyn’s head to the point her temples start stinging again. She winces.
Suddenly, strong hands find her shoulders once again, helping her retain her balance.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” Vi’s voice is soft as she kneels before the taller woman, offering the glass of water with a compassionate smile “Just try and get some rest, okay?”
Caitlyn’s gaze focuses on soft gray eyes that make a smile tug at the corner of her lips, after taking a sip of water, she nods.
The first thing Caitlyn sees when she opens her eyes is darkness, the familiar kind, the one she knows better than anyone.
The darkness of her empty bedroom.
With the moonlight seeping through the blinds, she sits up with a groan, leaning her head back on the bed frame slowly. Her eyes stay shut as events from that same night begin flooding her mind one after the other, blurred together into a messy memory that makes her eyes snap open, wandering through the darkness, searching. A sudden thought crawls into her head, making her pinch the bridge of her nose, the question, the possibility of the memories coming back to her to be nothing but a dream. Her train of though stops at the sight of the cocktail dress still on her body, which, luckily or not, confirms her suspicions.
Caitlyn refused to admit she’d given up on her “mission” shortly after the incident on the dance floor. A part of her can’t accept the fact that she had this beautiful woman’s arms wrapped around her neck, her skin soft against Caitlyn’s lips as she whispered into her ear, inviting the stranger to leave the bar, to join her for the night; only for the woman to pull back immediately, surprise written all over her face as she’d oh so politely reject her invitation. It hurt, yes, and yet, the more Caitlyn relives the memory, the more she finds herself not minding as much as she initially though; having found herself in the pleased company of the bartender, of Vi, shortly after had eased the painful aftermath of disappointment.
But then came the shimmer.
Caitlyn frowns at the memory thinking back on the sudden salty taste of the drink, which should have been warning enough, and yet, slipped her mind completely, too distracted by the events of the night to even notice.
She sighs, the memory of worried gray eyes staring into hers makes her cheeks burn.
The possibility of coming back to the bar just to see Vi again sounded like a good plan B. The thought of becoming a regular behind the bar as she marveled herself with the drinks the bartender would make just for her brings a smile to her face. And yet, the corner of her lips twitch shortly after. That was a good backup plan indeed, if the circumstances had turned out differently.
Right now she couldn’t even think of showing her face back in the place, the mere image in her head makes her stomach turn with embarrassment. There’s no way she’s coming back. How could she after everything that happened?
Having been with other women throughout the years had helped her recognize exactly what her type looked like. Still, the last thing Caitlyn expected for the night was to actually find it, to find her, working at the bar she’s been driving across from on her way home for the past few years. To consider it was not the place, but rather something else that’s been pulling her in this whole time, makes her feel stupid.
Stupid.
She can’t remember the last time a woman made her feel like this.
Caitlyn’s mind begins to wander, and so do her hands.
Fingertips reach the hem of her dress under thin, white sheets, slowly exploring as her mind comes across a memory of calloused, strong hands, reaching for her, holding her, touching her.
The damp spot she finds in the center of her laced black panties makes her breath hitch, then roll her eyes.
Of course she’s wet.
Caitlyn’s legs spread only slightly, granting additional space for her fingers to wander under the sheets, under her dress, moving the delicate fabric of her panties aside to find wetness, pure desire. Allowing the smoothest glide of her fingers as they travel through her folds, finding her clit, the sensation so raw it makes her moan.
“Shit” It comes out as barely a murmur, her voice still raspy from sleep, yet filled with desire.
Vi’s voice is fresh in her memory, whispering softly from the back of her mind as her fingers start circling her clit, her other hand gripping at the sheets on the empty side of her bed (the cursed side of her bed she considers calling from now on). The sudden thought of the bartender’s body being the one filling that space is enough to send a shiver down her spine.
“Ah… yes...” Oh how she wishes to see pink hair buried between her legs, tattooed arms keeping her thighs in place as they begin to shake. She doesn’t even think, nor does she care when the bartender’s name leaves her lips in a shameless cry.
“Vi!”
At least she doesn’t until the door swings open.
“I’m back, Cupcake! I’m here.” Comes Vi’s voice as she makes her way into the room, the yellow light coming from the hallway illuminating her silhouette as she walks over to Caitlyn’s bed.Her eyes seem focused on scanning whatever is written on the pill bottle she holds closer to her face, a small paper bag on her other hand. “Hope I didn’t take too long.”
Caitlyn had been thankful for her reflexes before, having lived with her parents long enough for her body to react quickly whenever she needed to hide her hands, this time though, she was certain she’d lost practice. Until Vi’s eyes finally seem to focus on her, voice soft as she finds a seat at the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” She recognizes the sincere concern in her voice as she sits right next to her, suddenly present, suddenly real, and yet, completely oblivious of what Caitlyn had been doing under the sheets before her arrival.
Caitlyn can hear her heartbeat thumping in her ears as the hand that was fiercely gripping at the sheets only seconds ago, is now on her chest, as if now gripping at her soul for dear life.
“I- I thought you’d left!” Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth, her voice slightly alarmed, which catches Vi’s attention.
“Oh, shit, sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya…” Caitlyn watches silently as Vi runs a hand through shaved pink hair, suddenly embarrassed. “You probably didn’t expect me to just show up like that, huh?” Caitlyn follows her gaze as she reaches for the paper bag she’s placed on the night stand. “Just got back from the drugstore to get you some…” Vi seems to check the inside of the paper bag, eyes narrowing in an attempt to read the tags in the dim light. “Ibuprofen, naproxen…” Her attention then drifts back quizzically at the bottle in her hand “And I’m pretty sure this is supposed to stop you from throwing up or something.”
All Caitlyn can really do is stare, still surprised at the mere presence of this woman as she tries her best to pronounce some of the ingredients’ names. Caitlyn makes sure to dry the wetness off her hand discreetly before she reaches for Vi’s, offering a shy smile when Vi’s gaze finally focuses on her.
“Thank you, you… this” She says, her hand gesturing over the paper bag between them “You really didn’t have to do this.”
The chuckle that comes out of Vi’s mouth is sweet.
“Yeah, well I… I mean, it’s nothing, I just-” She explains, or at least she tries to, but if Vi was expecting something, it definitely wasn’t to be interrupted by Caitlyn.
“Nothing? Vi, you…” She starts, still startled by the statement. The words sticking to her throat, as if refusing to state the obvious “You don’t even know me.”
There is a pause, and based on the way Vi’s gaze seem unfocused, all of a sudden lost in thought, Caitlyn can only assume this is the first time she’s actually thinking abut this.
Vi doesn’t say a word when her gaze focuses back on Caitlyn, as if reading the question written in her eyes.
Why?
Caitlyn catches the tension in Vi’s neck when she swallows.
A smile tugs at the corner of Vi’s lips at first, then comes a nervous laugh that mixes into her words.
“I- I don’t really know…” Caitlyn can hear the low squeak of Vi’s shoe as her leg starts bouncing up and down, anxious, and yet, voice soft and caring. “Like I said, you really are something else.” She concludes with a shrug.
Silence.
Caitlyn isn’t sure of how long she sits there, looking into Vi’s eyes, but it seems to be long enough for the bartender to feel the pressure of breaking eye contact before she does, coughing into her fist when the awkwardness of the moment seems to reach it’s peak.
“I… I should probably head back to the bar, though.” She states, adverting her gaze from deep blue eyes.
“Right.” Caitlyn’s hands start playing with the edge of the sheet on her lap, the words leave her mouth before she can even think them through “But perhaps...”
Vi looks up at her in a heartbeat, and the expectation in her eyes makes Caitlyn stumble on her own words.
“Perhaps I- I could invite you a drink sometime.” She suggests, staring at the way gray eyes light up in excitement.
“Oh...Yeah!” Comes Vi’s response, excited all of a sudden. “I’d like that.”
Caitlyn can feel Vi’s eyes on her as the silence begins growing between them once again, then, the feeling of Vi’s weight shifting on the mattress, hands on her knees as if preparing herself to get off the bed.
“Well…” She starts, slowly reaching for Caitlyn’s hand, holding it gently towards her lips. “It’s been a real pleasure, Cupcake.” she states before slowly planting a kiss on the back of Caitlyn’s hand in a gentlemanly way.
The gesture makes Caitlyn’s cheeks burn as she watches Vi’s lips separate from her hand, suddenly stopping midway. There is a pause, silence, before Vi’s thumb reaches for her bottom lip in an attempt to clean something off of it.
Caitlyn freezes the second the bartender’s eyes meet hers, realization slowly present in her face.
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Vi’s eyes stay focused on Caitlyn as she brings her thumb to her lips, slowly sucking at the familiar substance. She hums.
“You-…” Vi’s voice is serious, her attention focused back on her hand. “You thought I’d left…” Although the statement is said out loud, it’s evident the bartender is talking to herself, processing the words as they leave her mouth. “You thought I’d left, and yet, you were calling my name…” Realization comes in the form of a smirk as Vi looks up, catching Caitlyn trying to avoid eye contact “Why… is there something else you want me to do for you, Caitlyn?”
Vi catches the way Caitlyn’s eyes widen at the mention of her name, the blush coming back to color pale cheeks as Vi leans closer. Caitlyn’s eyes begin to close, slowly fluttering in anticipation. Vi then stops her.
“Don’t.” She demands, gaining a quizzical look from the woman only inches from her. She can tell Caitlyn wants this, she can feel it, but she has to know. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I…” The words seem to be stuck on Caitlyn’s throat the second the bartender’s hand reaches for her chin, gently lifting her gaze, allowing Vi to stare into her eyes.
Behind dilated pupils, she sees blue.
And only blue.
“Go on…” Vi’s voice is gentle. Her hand squeezing Caitlyn’s as if to encourage her. There’s no denying she wants this too, but first, she needs to hear it from her, she needs to be sure. “Tell me, Cait.”
Vi watches as Caitlyn’s eyes soften, seriousness present on them as they stare back, flicking between gray eyes, she breathes in.
“I’m feeling much better, thanks to you.” Her words are clear. No slurring. No stumbling. No pink.
Vi hums, still hesitant.
Caitlyn’s hand then finds Vi’s cheek, her thumb slowly caressing the skin over her tattoo. The gesture so soft, it manages to ease the loud thumping on Vi’s chest.
“You sure?” Vi’s gaze is deep, searching, begging for the truth.
The answer to her prayers comes in the form of soft lips against hers in a tender kiss that ends way too soon, leaving her leaning into parted lips that brush over hers when Caitlyn speaks.
“I’m sure.”
Next thing she feels is Caitlyn’s lips clashing with hers in a passionate kiss, one she’s more than willing to melt into. Her upper lip is caught between hers, and she feels a soft tongue running over the scar permanently printed on the flesh.
Vi’s hand is gentle when it finds the back of Caitlyn’s neck, still holding back as she tilts her head, deepening the kiss until the need for air forces her to pull back. Her eyes stay shut, forehead resting on Caitlyn’s as they both take a moment to catch their breath.
“You can tell me to stop.” Vi let’s out in a rushed breath.
“I know, don’t want to.”
“I mean it.” Vi’s voice is suddenly serious, successfully catching the woman’s attention. She takes a moment to rest her chin on Caitlyn’s shoulder, her voice tickling her ear as she adds “If you need me to stop, just say it, okay?”
Caitlyn’s answer comes in a single affirmative hum when Vi’s mouth finds the sensitive spot behind her ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses on it’s way down her neck. She stops, and a hot breath makes it’s way into the shell of Caitlyn’s ear once again.
“I’m gonna need you to use your words, Cupcake.” She whispers, voice deep as her teeth reach for Caitlyn’s jaw, nibbling at the soft skin. “Need to hear you say it.”
Caitlyn’s eyes shut and her back arches, leaning into the woman’s touch, she craves this, needs it, needs her.
She needs Vi, and she needs her to know.
“Okay” Caitlyn doesn’t recognize her own voice, so desperate, so needy “I will, just… please…”
Vi leans in for another kiss and smiles to herself. Having noticed the pink no longer in the woman’s eyes had been a relief, but to actually see a fully sober Caitlyn completely unravel like this right in front of her, showing just how much she really wants this, how much she wants Vi, it did things to her.
And she is more than willing to comply.
“Good.” Vi’s attention drifts back to the hand still resting on her cheek, she doesn’t think twice as she turns her head only slightly, leaning into Caitlyn’s palm. Soft, tender kisses, make their way along the length of slender fingers.
Caitlyn watches two of her fingers disappear into Vi’s mouth, and a breath gets stuck on her throat at the sensation of a skilled warm tongue running along them, between them, sucking, licking them clean from the wetness that had already dried into her skin. She gulps and Vi smirks before freeing her fingers with a wet pop.
“Tell me what you need, Cait.” Comes Vi’s demand, one of her hands traveling up Caitlyn’s thigh, stopping once it disappears under the hem of her dress. The tips of her fingers begin tracing circles over the soft skin she can feel warming up in anticipation, so she teases, and waits.
“If I’m completely honest…” Caitlyn begins with a shy smile on her face, embarrassment and frustration mixed into her voice. “I just really need you to take this thing off me.”
Vi let’s out an amused chuckle before staring down at the black dress on Caitlyn’s body, the way the garment highlights the woman’s curves certainly is a sight to behold, but to be the one to actually get the chance to take it off and reveal what’s under, waiting for her touch, now that is what Vi would call a privilege.
“I think I can help you out with that.” Vi’s only warning is a mischievous grin. “Come here.”
Vi is quick to pull the white sheets out of the way, grabbing at Caitlyn by the back of her thigh with one hand, the other sliding smoothly around her lower back. She’s proud at the surprised yelp she earns from the woman before her as she’s lifted with ease and placed gently on the bartender’s lap.
“This better?”
Caitlyn’s amused look speaks for itself, her hands attempting to brush messy strands of hair back into place as she stares back at Vi, whose hands waste no time as they reach to find the zipper on the back of Caitlyn’s dress. The smooth sound of it coming undone fills the room along with that of soft moans, muffled under passionate kisses.
Vi’s eyes are still closed, mind lost in the feeling of a warm mouth against hers, when she feels the dress pooling around Caitlyn’s hips, an invitation for her hands to travel up hot naked skin. She scratches the woman’s back, pleased when she doesn’t fell a bra in the way.
Caitlyn leans in, straddling Vi’s lap, allowing her weight to fall against the strong body. The bartender’s elbow holds them both up as her free hand reaches to grab Caitlyn’s ass, squeezing and scratching at the laced undergarment hard enough to earn a needy soft moan straight from Caitlyn’s throat. She’s pulling at the hem of the dress to try and keep it out of the way when she feels soft lips separate from hers.
The sound that leaves Caitlyn’s mouth after the kiss ends is accompanied with a groan. She straightens her back, and Vi’s eyes stay glued to her, watching slender hands reaching to pull the garment over her head and out of the way in a swift motion. It drops somewhere on the floor along with Vi’s shoes as she kicks them off, hitting the floor with a thud.
“Much better.” She finally says with a deep sigh.
Vi’s hands are rough as they travel up Caitlyn’s stomach, and it feels like her touch guides Caitlyn’s movements, back arching when Vi’s hands finally reach for her bare breasts, palming them both, holding their weight with a mesmerized look.
“Holy shit…”
Caitlyn doesn’t bother to hide the smile that tugs at the corner of her lips, pleased with having earned Vi’s full attention as she feels her thumbs playing with hardened nipples, pulling and pinching at them. Gray eyes eclipsed by large, black pupils.
To say Caitlyn’s mind is a mess right now would be an understatement. Her eyes stay closed, and her senses are so focused on strong, calloused hands making their way along her body, hot against her skin. Caitlyn’s body involuntarily follows the shifting of weights, as Vi positions herself under her. Rugged hands start traveling down her sides, stopping at the panties’ waistband, pulling down ever so slightly.
She opens her eyes to find Vi’s face placed right between her legs, a cocky smirk on her lips as she reaches to place an open-mouthed kiss on Caitlyn’s inner thigh, one that sends an electric warmth right through her skin, shocking every inch of the taller woman’s body.
“Is this okay?” Vi asks, a scarred eyebrow raised, as if she didn’t already know the answer to her own question.
Caitlyn’s response comes in the form of a hand slowly reaching for Vi’s hair, slender fingers making their way through pink locks, a gesture so tender, she feels her weight lifted slightly along with Vi’s as the woman beneath her seems to take a long and deep breath. She takes a moment to look into gray eyes, all of a sudden softened by such a simple action.
Another kiss is placed on her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she needs her most, and the hand buried in pink hair twitches, pulling only slightly.
“Your words, Caitlyn.” Another kiss, and Caitlyn can tell just how much Vi enjoys teasing her when she begins placing a kiss between words, each kiss coming closer and closer. “I. Need. Your. Words.”
Vi watches Caitlyn’s lower lip getting trapped between her teeth and smiles at the sight of a familiar tooth gap peeking through. She allows her lips to brush against black lingerie, her hot breath hovering over the wet spot on them as she looks up at blue eyes. The thighs framing her head shake at the sensation.
The moan that slips out of Caitlyn’s lips brings a smile to Vi’s face. If there’s anything she loves in bed is for her lover to let her know she’s doing wonders, and sounds like the ones coming out from Caitlyn’s mouth right now might as well be her favorite. Using her tongue, a slow long lick is all it takes for Caitlyn’s words to finally come out.
“Ah-… please”
Caitlyn watches a strong hand reaching for her center, fingers hooking around the middle of her panties, pulling them aside. She can feel her cheeks burning when Vi’s eyes stare at her dripping lips in awe.
“Shit, Cupcake, how long had you been touching yourself?” Surprise is evident in Vi’s voice as she presses a single knuckle against Caitlyn’s lips, the slightest pressure causing it to glide along hot wetness with ease “So wet. So ready for me.”
The comment makes Caitlyn let out a shaky breath, and before she can even think of a come back, she feels Vi’s lips on her, kissing over her folds, sucking at the sensitive flesh that’s been so patiently waiting for her touch.
“Yes! Oh, fuck!” The grasp she’s got on Vi’s hair grows stronger, pulling as her own hips try to keep up with her rhythm. Vi’s tongue is skilled as it makes it’s way through Caitlyn’s core, flicking over her clit before taking it in her mouth. Caitlyn let’s out a gasp. “Right there...”
Wetness begins dripping down Vi’s chin as Caitlyn rides her face, lost in the sensation of soft wet lips wrapped around her clit, sucking at the swollen bud in a way that make’s Caitlyn’s back arch, head pulled back.
“Ah! I- Please!” Caitlyn’s free hand reaches for her own breast, squeezing at the flesh.
The sudden absence of the bartender’s tongue on her makes her eyes snap open, and she looks down only to find a smirk on Vi’s face, a smirk that makes the words spill out of her mouth, tired, yet demanding.
“Wha- Why did you stop?”
Vi’s answer is simple.
“I want to hear you say it” She clarifies. A free hand reaches to caress over sensitive skin, spreading the dripping lips before her. “I want to hear you say my name.”
Pink blush colors pale cheeks, and her eyes widen at the sudden request. She stares back, trying her best to resist falling for the mischief shown behind Vi’s gaze, failing miserably when she feels a single finger moving between her lips, gathering slick before stopping right at her entrance.
“What? You’re getting shy now?” There’s no hesitation when Vi’s attention returns to Caitlyn’s clit, placing a single, soft kiss over it, as if letting her know she’s still there, willing to give her exactly what she needs, still, not doing so, or at least not just yet. “Why you didn’t seem to have a problem saying my name just a few minutes ago.”
Vi pushes the tip of her middle finger into Caitlyn’s entrance, slowly, allowing her to adjust, pleased at the way her insides wrap around her, welcoming her, already so warm and wet with anticipation.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” Vi’s finger pushes further in, and she catches the tension on Caitlyn’s neck as she swallows the lump in her throat.
“Please, Vi…” The words come out along with a soft pull on pink hair. “Fuck me”
The words make Vi smirk.
“With pleasure”
Caitlyn doesn’t get a chance to respond, not when Vi’s lips wrap around her clit once again and a wet finger is pushed deep into her, filling her insides and curling in just the right way, hitting that sweet spot that makes her whole insides clench.
Vi increases the speed of her thrusts, not thinking twice when she feels the taller woman’s clit pulsing against her mouth as she sucks and licks, sending Caitlyn over the edge.
“Vi!... so close, I-” Caitlyn is breathless, movements soon becoming erratic and messy. “Vi, please!”
Pleasure comes in waves for Caitlyn, flooding every inch of her now sweaty body. Her cry is loud and shameless as she becomes undone over Vi’s touch, her mouth, her hands. And after her whole body trembles and muscles go limp, strong arms are there to hold her, helping her as she lets her now heavy body fall next to Vi’s side.
Caitlyn’s breath is still agitated, slowly beginning to steady itself when she feels Vi’s weight shifting next to her, the rustling of the bed sheets stopping once Vi lays down between her legs, arms resting on the sides of Caitlyn’s head. She’s patient, waiting for the woman pressed against her to come down from her high, leaving just enough space between them to allow her to take a much needed breath of air.
Caitlyn feels a hand reaching for a strand of dark hair stuck with sweat against her forehead, moving it back into place. Lashes flutter open to find a smirk on Vi’s face, lips still damp from her release.
“You alright? Need another minute?” Vi’s voice is soft, curious, yet Caitlyn catches something else mixed into her words.
Pride?
“Oh, shush!” She can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Slender hands land on each side of Vi’s face and Caitlyn can’t help but stare at the way Vi seems to lean into her touch, enjoying every inch of warmth emanating from her palms.
She doesn't dare to say anything else as she guides Vi’s face, lower, closer to hers, and into the soft kiss that awaits her.
Caitlyn tastes herself on Vi, the wetness soon making their lips melt into a sloppy kiss.
Vi’s weight falls slowly on top of her, pressing an almost naked Caitlyn against the soft mattress. Strong hands make their way to pull at black panties, finally taking them off before her mouth starts planting soft kisses along Caitlyn’s jawline.
She then feels a firm hand on her chest, and stops.
“Wait”
Vi pulls back in an instant, almost too far for Caitlyn’s liking, concerned eyes flicking between hers.
“Sorry, did I-?” The question is left unfinished.
“No, no, it’s okay, darling. I’m okay” Caitlyn’s words are reassuring. She catches Vi’s gaze soften when her hands reach for her jaw, fingers moving down slowly, tracing a pattern on the black ink permanently printed on the bartender’s neck. “You’ve done so much for me tonight...”
Vi’s gaze follows slender fingers reaching for the length of the black tie around her neck. Her freckles blend with the blush on her cheeks when she feels it tense, pulling her closer towards Caitlyn, past her lips, all the way until the woman’s breath tickles the shell of her ear with a soft whisper.
“Let me return the favor.” Caitlyn’s lips curl into a smile that can be heard in her words. “Let me take care of you”
Vi’s heart skips a beat, and she’s certain the hand still resting on her chest felt it.
The blush on her face only grows when said hand reaches up to undo the tie around Vi’s neck, the one she blames for the sudden lump in her throat.
Vi doesn’t allow herself to think much of it, not when soft lips brush against hers along with three simple words.
“Your clothes...off”
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A gray vest is thrown somewhere off the bed, forgotten when Caitlyn’s attention focuses on undoing the buttons on Vi’s shirt. A soft moan escapes her mouth, she’s trying her best at returning Vi’s eager kiss, she really is, but finds it difficult when she’s trying so hard to remove the now open shirt, pulling it back by the collar only to have the sleeves roll and tighten around the bartender’s arms.
Stuck.
The response to Caitlyn’s clearly frustrated groan, is a soft chuckle.
“Lemme do it…” Vi catches the pout forming on Caitlyn’s lips once she pulls back, tugging at the garment with practiced ease. “It gets stuck all the time”
With the shirt out of the way, the bartender reaches for the edges of her sports bra, taking it off completely. Vi’s attention returns to Caitlyn only to find the woman staring back at her, lips slightly parted and eyes widened. She gives her a moment to take in the sight, allowing Caitlyn’s gaze to travel over strong arms as they find their place at the sides of her shoulders, muscles tensing from holding Vi’s weight.
“What is it, Cupcake?...” Vi tilts her head, and the cocky smile on her face makes it obvious she doesn’t mean her words one bit. “No one ever told you it’s rude to stare?”
Caitlyn is cornered, happily held hostage between strong arms that sink her further into the mattress.
If Vi hadn’t been watching her reaction so closely, she might have missed the simple word, absentmindedly mouthed by soft lips.
Oh
Vi is the first to lean in, certain Caitlyn can feel the smile on her face when their lips meet once again, tongues slowly pressing against each other. She really hadn’t noticed where Caitlyn’s hands had gone until she feels a tug on her hip followed by the familiar sound of a belt becoming undone.
Vi’s bottom lip is trapped between Caitlyn’s teeth when her words come out in a playful tone.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, moving her knees along with Caitlyn’s movements, helping her as she gets rid of her pants, boxer briefs coming along.
“Leveling the play field. I’m still taking care of you, remember?” A hand makes it’s way between her legs, and Vi’s entire body trembles at the sensation of slender fingers brushing against soft hairs, damp with arousal. “Now tell me… what do you need, Vi?”
The muscular woman leans in letting her weight fall against Caitlyn’s naked body, face pressed into the crook of her neck in an attempt to hide the blush growing on her cheeks.
“Need you… your hands...” She breaths out, words muffled, yet clear. She swallows at the tenderness of soft fingers spreading her lips, their tips finding the wetness that’s been gathering there, waiting to be touched.
“Shit”
Caitlyn let’s out a pleased hum at the reaction, her free hand reaching over to feel Vi’s abs, scratching softly at the firm muscles under her skin. She finds Vi’s clit and picks up the pace on her endeavor, earning a muffled groan from the woman.
“A-Ah… Cait” Vi’s hot breath comes out mixed with groans and soft gasps.
The mention of her name brings a smile to Caitlyn’s face. So she keeps the rhythm on her hand, the wetness of Vi’s arousal covering her fingers as they glide smoothly between her folds. When the bartender’s moans grow louder, and her body heavier, Caitlyn’s free hand reaches to press against an agitated chest.
“Vi?” Caitlyn’s voice is soft, earning a response that comes in the form of a muffled ‘mhm?’. The hand pressed against Vi’s chest pushes gently. “I want to see you…”
Vi allows the hand on her chest to guide her backwards, grabbing a hold of the bed frame to help steady herself. Half lidded eyes find Caitlyn’s gaze, confused.
“Huh?”
“I said I want to see you…” Caitlyn focuses on Vi’s face, on the mess she’s turned her into, a mess of shaky breaths and slurred curses. And now that she’s got her attention, she speaks, voice filled with desire. “I want to see your face when you come for me.”
The words make Vi smirk, eyes flutter open and hips roll, searching for Caitlyn’s touch.
“Shit… Won’t take much, Cait” She says, jaw clenching once the tip of Caitlyn’s fingers hit just the right spot between her legs, circling her clit in the most delicious way.
As she feels herself coming closer to the edge, Vi’s gaze stays on Caitlyn, on the delicate features of her face, on the way her tooth gap peeks through pink lips, now slightly swollen from kissing, and on the way those same lips offer her a knowing smile.
“That’s it” Her words are gentle, encouraging “Come for me, Vi”
Caitlyn takes in the sight before her, the sight of Vi covered in sweat, muscles tensing and shaking as she comes. She hears the wood from her bed frame crack under the bartender’s grip and smiles.
Unlike her, Vi is quiet, only letting a few curses slip from her lips, slurred together along shaky breaths.
Vi is thankful to feel Caitlyn’s fingers slow down their pace. Caressing the damp hairs slowly, avoiding any contact on her clit before the sweet pleasure of her orgasm turns into overstimulation.
There’s one last shaky breath before Vi finally lets go of the bed frame. She wipes the sweat off from her face before letting her hands fall and sink into the pillows at the side’s of Caitlyn’s face, which is now only inches from hers.
She’s still panting, mouth dry with the constant in and out of heavy breaths, when she catches Caitlyn’s fingers coming closer between them. Vi can’t do much but stare at the transparent strings that show when Caitlyn parts her fingers, and a whole new wave of desire washes over her gut when a soft tongue peeks between parted lips, reaching to lick them clean of Vi’s release.
“You’re a tease” The cocky grin on her lips doesn’t seem to stop surprise from showing on Caitlyn’s face, fingers popping out of her mouth.
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Caitlyn reaches to wipe her hand on Vi’s thigh, making her leg flinch.
“Gross” Vi turns to look at Caitlyn, mischief clear on her face. Strong arms bend, sneaking under the curve of Caitlyn’s lower back before pulling her whole body to the center of the bed in one swift motion. “But as long as we’re both playing dirty”
With her back flat against the mattress and Vi’s teeth nibbling at her neck, Caitlyn’s mind races once again.
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Vi’s weight falls heavy on top of Caitlyn’s chest. Mouth agape as she tries her best to catch her breath, exhaustion taking over her body after such a rush.
A hand then reaches for pink hair, and Vi can feel the way Caitlyn hesitates before finally letting her fingers run through the shaved side of her head, tips damp with sweat. The bartender hums at the tenderness of the touch, leaning closer to the woman’s bare chest, voice raspy and tired.
“Not the hair thing...” She makes an effort, turning her head to look up at Caitlyn, her eyes remaining closed “Makes me sleepy”
In response to Vi’s argument, Caitlyn chuckles.
“Such a shame”
Vi’s eyes flutter open, looking down. She watches Caitlyn’s movements closely when she wipes her hand onto the bed sheets at her side before joining the one on Vi’s hair. The soft scratching on her scalp makes a long and pleased moan slip from her throat.
The bed sheets are a mess around them, pillows spilled everywhere and clothes long forgotten. Being surrounded with the silence of the night, and Caitlyn’s heartbeat softly thumping against her ear, Vi can feel her own eyelids getting heavier.
Despite the exhaustion taking over her body, Vi finds enough strength to look up in an effort to find Caitlyn’s gaze.
There is a pause, a long one before Caitlyn’s eyes finally flutter open to look back at her.
Vi knows how one night stands work, she’s had her fair share throughout the years. Giving and receiving pleasure for the sake of fun and release. Except, she had been with women who would’ve asked her to take her clothes and leave by now, some of them even doing so without showing even the slightest interest on reciprocating any of the pleasure Vi had so generously offered.
Said encounters had left her waking up to an empty bed the morning after, having to take care of her own pleasure by herself most of the time. Still, she had grown used to that, it had all become part of her routine by this point.
That’s probably why she’s so taken aback when Caitlyn actually leans in for a kiss.
Vi kisses her back slowly, the taste of herself still fresh on the woman’s lips. She really isn’t used to this much tenderness in bed, it all feels so personal, so intimate.
Even after everything she and Caitlyn had to go through tonight, this is the thing that scared her the most.
Her lips brush against Caitlyn’s when she speaks.
“It is getting kinda late…” There’s a sour taste on her mouth at her own words.
The saddened look in Caitlyn’s eyes isn’t remotely disguised. She can tell where this is going.
So Vi takes a step back.
“Is it…?” Vi catches the way Caitlyn’s expression shifts then, eyebrows softly arch in curiosity.
Looking up, she finds Caitlyn’s gaze, patiently waiting for her words.
Go on.
“Is it okay if I stay?…You know, because it’s late”
Relief washes over Caitlyn’s features, concern replaced with a softened smile.
“Oh, of course, darling” And there it is again, the soft caress on her cheek, the one she can’t stop herself from leaning into, so warm against her skin. “No need to ask”
Vi can’t help but look away when she gets hit with how dumb the request itself sounds. This woman is making her feel dumb in all the right ways.
“Yeah, I… Sorry, if that was…” She’s rambling, her voice getting lower, weaker. “Sorry…”
Caitlyn’s voice is so soft it forms a lump to her throat.
“No need to apologize either, Vi”
She doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t get to when Caitlyn’s fingers find a spot at the back of her neck, scratching softly at her scalp, making her eyelids heavier by the second.
Caitlyn wakes up to an unfamiliar ringtone coming from somewhere on the floor.
Her pupils are still adjusting to the morning light that floods her bedroom when she feels the shifting of Vi’s weight, arms wrapped around her and face buried in her hair.
She catches Vi’s groan as she stirs awake, followed by a curse spoken under her breath, before finally sitting up and turning around to reach for something. Her phone’s ringtone, previously muffled and distant, grows louder for a second before it comes to a stop.
Vi’s ‘hello’ is barely audible, quiet in contrast to the voice on the speaker, which is what actually makes Caitlyn’s sleep vanish.
“The FUCK?!”
Caitlyn can hear the smile on Vi’s lips when she finally speaks.
“G’morning to you too, sis” Her voice is raspy with sleep, followed by a yawn and the shifting of her weight on the bed.
The clearly annoyed voice coming from the other side of the speaker seems familiar as it begins yelling nonstop, nagging at a very quiet Vi.
It’s her silence what actually makes Caitlyn turn around in curiosity.
She peeks from behind her shoulder to find Vi’s back turned to her, her hand holds the device lazily against her ear.
It’s under the morning light that Caitlyn’s eyes finally get to roam, taking in the patterns of the large tattoo printed on the bartender’s bare back.
“Fine, fine, deal” Vi responds in a hushed tone and the voice on the other side of the speaker seems to calm down “Sure, yeah. See you at home then”
The call ends with a beep a second before the tip of Caitlyn’s fingers begin tracing circles over the black ink on a toned shoulder, the sensation clearly startling Vi, who turns around with a shy smile.
“Sorry about that…” Vi’s voice is no longer a whisper once she’s facing Caitlyn, eyes half lidded “Mornin’ Cupcake”
Caitlyn’s pulls herself closer towards Vi on the bed, offering her a gentle smile before leaning in for a kiss that is met with ease. Still, she pulls away with concern in her eyes.
“Everything alright?”
“Oh, that? Yeah, it’s cool” Comes Vi’s answer along with a nonchalant shrug. “I’ll just have to do some extra clean up stuff for next week or something...” Her hand reaches to scratch at the back of her neck before she lets her weight slip back on the bed, an arm sneaking under the pillow, gaze still focused on Caitlyn “Aaand get a pizza on the way home”
To Vi’s surprise, Caitlyn doesn’t laugh, she simply lays down next to her, cheeks flushed.
“Oh….Oh, Vi, I-” Caitlyn adverts her gaze. Her memories from the night before suddenly feeling too tangible, too real, too much. A hand reaches to press against the bartender’s chest “I’m so sorry”
There’s no discretion in the way Vi’s eyebrows pull together, eyes flicking between Caitlyn’s gaze and the hand now resting on her chest.
“I sure hope you mean ‘sorry for getting you in trouble’, and not ‘sorry for…’ you know” The back of Vi’s fingers reach for her arm, making their way over soft skin until they reach her shoulder, stopping to move a dark strand of hair back into place.
“Oh it’s a ‘sorry for getting you in trouble’. Definitely” Caitlyn scoops closer, her naked skin cool from the morning air forcing her to chase the warmth on Vi’s body.
She expected to see relief on Vi’s face, what she didn’t expect was for it to be accompanied by such a heavy sigh.
“Oh, good...” Strong arms embrace her then, wrapping her in their warmth.
There is a pause before Vi speaks again.
“I do have to go soon, tho…” Caitlyn can feel the shifting in Vi’s voice, discouraged at her own words “Gotta help clean up the place before opening for tonight”
The heaviness on the bartender’s body let’s Caitlyn know she’s drifting back to sleep, so she clears her throat before speaking.
“Well then…” Her voice manages to catch Vi’s attention with a soft hum, and eyebrows rise to let her know she’s listening “I just hope we have enough time for that drink I owe you”
That actually seems to get Vi’s attention, at least enough for one of her eyes to open in curiosity.
“A drink?” Caitlyn takes in the quizzical look on Vi’s face with a smile “It’s kinda early for that, don’t you think?”
“I beg to differ” Comes Caitlyn’s answer, ignoring the groan that escapes Vi’s lips when she slips out of her embrace and makes her way to the edge of the bed.
She can feel Vi’s gaze on her even after she’s turned around. Following her movements when reaching for an over sized shirt from her dresser and throwing it on herself.
It’s once she steps out of bed and starts making her way to the door that Vi finally sits up.
“Where are you going?”
The genuine concern in Vi’s voice is what makes Caitlyn turn around. A half smile growing on her face as she drops both of her hands letting them lay on the mattress, holding her up and allowing her to lean closer and meet the bartender’s gaze.
“Well, I’m making you a drink, obviously”
The expression on Vi’s face shifts from confusion to an incredulous grin.
“You are making me a drink?” She raises a scarred eyebrow, suddenly intrigued.
“Yes” Caitlyn leans in, her face only inches away from the bartender’s, her lips brush softly against Vi’s when she continues “It’s called coffee, you’ve probably heard of it”
Caitlyn can feel the smile on the woman’s lips when they kiss.
“Not gonna lie…” Vi starts, her lips parting from the kiss to stare back at Caitlyn, at the look in her eyes, and the way her shoulder peeks from the neck of her shirt. “Coffee sounds perfect”
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