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“I’m heading out now!”
Vi grunted, her response noncommittal with a wrench slotted between her lips. She slid her creeper from underneath an old, beat-up van she’d been preoccupied with a few days now, to reveal her equally soiled upper body and look at her friend, Mel.
She was glad to have been running the auto-shop together with her trusted friend. Although Mel wasn’t the most knowledgeable person in all things automotive, let alone repairing them, she knew enough and had a way with words to earn a position where she dealt with customers at the frontline while Vi handled the actual repair work. It was an arrangement that they not only favored, but made for good business. Despite some people finding the idea of an auto-shop being run by two women unusual - and often underestimating it, Vi and Mel knew fully well what they were capable of, and loved proving others wrong.
Vi pushed herself upward with the heels of gloved hands and removed the wrench from her mouth. “What, already?” she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. Even Sky's headed out already," Mel said, referring to the helper mechanic they'd taken under their wing not too long ago. "And you know how much she loves to stick around for hours."
The mechanic chuckled, using one of her coverall sleeves to wipe a stripe of sweat from her jaw. "Well," she shrugged her shoulders.
Mel nodded her head towards the van behind Vi, studying her friend's worn state. "That old piece of junk is giving you a harder time than usual, huh?"
Normally, Vi would answer back with a harmless lecture that every piece of junk - as Mel liked to call every vehicle that had a hint of oxidation - had its worth, being the gearhead she was, but Vi had to agree with her friend this time. It'd seemed like the longer she worked on the van, the longer its diagnosis became. Vi believed that she'd likely find more worth in the van's disassembled parts than she would in one piece, but sadly that wasn't her decision to make.
"I'm afraid so," she let out a small, tired laugh, kneading out the ache beginning to form in her thighs.
"Can't you finish that up tomorrow?"
Vi shook her head. "As much as I'd love to, it's best that I get this done today," she sighed.
Mel's face scrunched into a sympathetic look. "I'd stay and accompany you for longer, but I have a date with Jayce tonight. You know how temperamental he gets."
"Don't worry about me," Vi laughed, waving her hand airily in dismissal. "Just enjoy your date with Jayce. Tell 'im I said hi."
"Sure thing."
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Vi savored the few moments it'd taken Mel to leave the shop as a short rest. She hadn't realized that she'd been working nonstop until Mel had called her; and even before that, her friend had been constantly reminding her to take it easy.
Today wasn't the first time. While it was a telltale sign of their shop’s growth, it also pointed out the need for more staff. Though Sky proved herself to be of great help already, there was nothing wrong in a few more hands around the shop.
She exchanged one last smile with Mel before the woman left. As the door closed behind her, Vi reached for the table trolley to her side, grabbing a bottle of water. The sight of her arms covered in grime where the sleeves rolled up urged a disgruntled sound from her throat as Vi brought the bottle to her lips, only having the conscience to be mildly displeased with herself.
Vi never really minded this part of work- getting all dirtied up- ever since she'd started tinkering old cars as a hobby during her childhood. Her sister, Jinx, had taken up a similar interest as well, reimagining old, spare parts into all sorts of new creations. Vander would tell their asses off for always coming home as if they'd rolled around the city's sewers (needless to say, it might have happened at least once). But seeing the results of her handiwork afterward made the agonizing body scrubs worth every drop of sweat.
Vi returned the unfinished bottle to the trolley and kicked it away softly. She shrugged off the sleeves of her jumpsuit from her shoulders, tying both of them around her waist and leaving her arms uncovered with only a white tank top beneath. She slicked back her hair into a short ponytail before falling back onto her creeper. Insubstantially sparing a last glance at the ceiling, Vi used her legs to push herself back underneath the van until she was visible only from the waist down, and got back to the task at hand.
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“Gotcha,” Vi muttered to herself as she fit a car piece into place. Holding the part steady with one hand, she slid a hand down to where her tool belt was and searched its pockets for a bolt. After a moment's futile searching, Vi sighed, remembering that she must’ve placed them on her workbench.
Just then, the shop’s front door opened, followed by the sound of footsteps. Vi silently celebrated. Mel must’ve left something behind. “Mel,” the footsteps paused as she spoke, “Before you go, could you pass me the bolts and the ratchet wrench, please? They’re all on my workbench,” she said, extending her ankle towards the right direction.
Vi moved her head to the side to watch a pair of sneakers and jean cuffs walk toward her bench. They returned a few seconds later, a hand reaching down to pass a handful of tools.
Vi took the tools and held them in both hands. "Thanks. Now go have fun with- oh wait!" She hurriedly stored away the bolts inside her belt pocket, the wrench still in grasp.
"I asked for the ratchet wrench, not this one," Vi told her. She heard a chuckle beyond the van above her.
"You're going to need to be more specific then, darling," said a voice that definitely didn't belong to Mel.
"Cait?!"
Vi turned in an instant, too quickly to register the jack stand sitting right next to her head, and yelped in pain.
"Shit!"
Caitlyn immediately squatted down and slowly pulled the handles of Vi's creeper until she was face-to-face with her girlfriend. "Hey, you alright?"
Vi opened her eyes, greeted by Caitlyn's face filled with concern. She nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm good. I was just...shocked."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Caitlyn apologized, taking Vi's hand to help her up. "I mean, I did want to surprise you...just not like that."
Vi shook her head, giggling. "Loser," she huffed, stripping off her gloves and taking a towel from the side, only to have Caitlyn snatch it away from her.
Caitlyn pushed her back towards the van, onto its hood, and stood between her legs. She began to wipe the sweat and grease from her girlfriend's face.
"So what brings you here?" Vi asked, rubbing Caitlyn's arm softly, gaze tender and intent.
"Grayson was satisfied with the rookies' shooting performance, so she suggested that they start their close combat lessons earlier, and let me off for the rest of the day. I decided to pay you a visit," Caitlyn explained.
"Is this your way of telling me how great of a teacher you are, cupcake?" Vi teased, twining her fingers into Caitlyn's free hand.
Her girlfriend let out a laugh, continuing her service as she moved down to her neck. Soon, Caitlyn lowered the towel, tilted Vi's chin up with a finger, and kissed the mechanic. "All done."
"Thanks," Vi said, leaning her head on the Caitlyn's shoulder, not wanting to hug her with grimy arms. Caitlyn didn't mind at all, and held Vi tightly around the waist. "Even though I'm gonna get all dirty again later on anyway," she finished with a chuckle.
"Hm. Really? I thought you'd be finished by now," Caitlyn pondered.
Vi tapped a hand onto the metal under her. "I've been kept busy."
Caitlyn hummed. "Think I could be of any help?"
Vi lifted off Caitlyn's shoulder, throwing her head back with a laugh. "Baby, you couldn't even get me the right wrench," she rolled her eyes.
"They're confusing, okay!" Caitlyn defended. More or less, Caitlyn knew what most of the tools Vi owned were called and what they were used for, thanks to her mechanic of a girlfriend, but there were just so many wrenches to not get confused by. She squeezed her arms tighter around her girlfriend. "Maybe you should teach me again."
Vi recalled the many times their lessons had escalated into something more, stifling a grin. "You bet I will, just not right now. I really want to get this off my hands as soon as possible." She pushed Caitlyn away a little and hopped off the van. "Do you think you could wait a bit? I'll only be half an hour at most."
"Yeah, no problem. Then dinner's on me when we get home."
"Deal," Vi agreed, before adding, "No distractions," she chided as she jabbed a finger to Caitlyn's chest. Eyes round, the latter feigned innocence, pointing at herself questioningly.
"Me?"
"Kiramman," she deadpanned. Her girlfriend had a knack for teasing her relentlessly in all the ways she could think of just because she was aware of the power she had over Vi, and knew she'd be up to no good if Vi didn't set any grounds as early as now.
"You won't even be able to tell I'm here," Caitlyn promised, though Vi could still see a hint of mischief playing on her lips.
Vi pulled her towards a lounge sofa near the back and pushed her down to sit. "No funny business," she reminded.
Caitlyn crossed her legs and gave her a cheeky smile before shooing her away.
Vi rolled her eyes again, letting a smile reach her lips only after she'd turned around.
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It took Caitlyn exactly ten minutes before she began to become antsy. She'd scrolled through the same posts on her social media at least thrice already, and the games Vi had forced her to install on her phone were no help. Caitlyn tossed her phone to the side, sighing, and looked up.
Vi was still slithered under the van, doing god knows what. The sound of metal clattering hollowly against each other rattled in Caitlyn's ears, with the occasional grunt from her girlfriend.
Eventually, boredom had gotten the best of her and for a few moments, Caitlyn had spaced out, staring off into nothing- until she heard her name called out by Vi.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"The pliers? Could you get 'em for me, please?" her voice hollowed out from her position.
"Sure, give me a second," Caitlyn replied, getting on her feet as she walked to Vi's workbench. She grabbed the pliers, and went to her girlfriend. "Got it."
As Vi pushed herself into view, Caitlyn swore that her brain had malfunctioned momentarily.
Underneath her was a sight she had become all too familiar with - Vi disheveled yet alluring - bettered with how entrancing she looked in just a sweat-stained tank top and the sleeves of black coveralls wrapped firmly around her slim waist. Caitlyn never admitted it, but Vi in her work clothes, no matter how sweaty or greasy she claimed to be, was one of the hottest sights she’d ever seen. The fact that Vi was smothered in black smears of motor oil should have put her off in the slightest, but the contrast to her own widely known demure, modest image shamefully turned Caitlyn on. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, eyes fallen from Vi's biceps to her neck and chest.
"Cupcake?"
Caitlyn's eyes shot up, meeting her girlfriend's. "Huh?" she said dumbly. She was at a loss for words.
"The pliers, please," Vi breathed out as she extended her hand.
"O-oh. Yeah. The pliers. Here."
Vi took the pliers by the handle, then asked, "What's gotten into you, huh? You okay?"
“Yeah, just zoned out for a bit is all," Caitlyn replied.
Vi nodded. "I'm almost done, don't worry," she said, quickly rolling out of Caitlyn's sight.
"It's fine," Caitlyn answered back, to which her girlfriend hummed halfheartedly. “It’s fine,” she mumbled again, this time to herself, as the sinful image - of Vi's form, staring up at her with round eyes - bored into her mind. She dragged herself back to the sofa and reached for her phone. Now isn’t the time for these thoughts, Caitlyn told herself before immersing into the repetitive posts for the nth time.
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It was another fifteen minutes when Caitlyn noticed movement in her peripheral vision to draw her attention. Vi, gone from the vehicle’s underbody, now had her back facing Caitlyn, and was hunched over the van’s open hood, looking down into its engine. Caitlyn eased out a subdued breath of air, taking in the sight in front of her once again.
Vi was quite muscular, the definition of her muscles more than enough to make Caitlyn's mouth water with the smallest of motions. That, and the way her tank top clung onto her drenched back. Caitlyn unconsciously fidgeted with her hands as she stared at her girlfriend's backside. She often complimented Vi of how beautiful she looked, only to get a playful eye-roll in return, but Caitlyn would attest that it was nothing short of the truth.
Simply put, Caitlyn loved Vi to bits.
She snapped out of her musings when Vi yelped an excited noise.
Caitlyn sat up straight, curious. "What happened?"
Instead of answering, Vi opened the door to the van's driver seat and slid half of her body inside. She turned on the ignition and let out another noise as the van started. Then, she looked towards Caitlyn. "Do you hear anything unusual?" she asked.
Caitlyn said nothing for a moment, unsure of what she was supposed to answer. She followed her girlfriend and listened to the sounds coming from the van for any anomaly, yet heard nothing but the typical revving of an engine. "Err, no?"
Vi smiled. "Right?" she said proudly. Switching off the engine, she stepped out of the van and slammed the door shut. "I think I'm done," Vi sighed contentedly as she leaned back on the van, hands on her hips.
"Oh. Really?" Caitlyn mused, almost mischievously, but Vi was too engrossed to catch the change in tone.
"Uh-huh." Vi turned away, slipping off her gloves and chugging the rest of her water bottle. She shot a look at the old van as she placed the empty bottle down, proud of her work. It wasn’t always that she was challenged at her job. She tucked her gloves into her back pocket, turning around as she said, “Anyway, sorry for the hold up- Oh!”
She tapped Caitlyn on the shoulder, who’d snuck up behind her, hands on her waist. “You gotta quit startling me like that,” Vi clicked her tongue. Caitlyn simply chuckled, as she began to wrap her arms around Vi. For a split second, Vi saw a daring glint appear in her eyes. If the latter hadn’t discerned the difference in her girlfriend's demeanor earlier, she suspected her now. She hurriedly placed her hands onto Caitlyn's wrists, trying to stop her from going further. “Wait, cupcake- I’m still gross-” she said, jutting out her grime-covered shoulders to prove her point.
However, Caitlyn used the mechanic's fatigue to her advantage, and easily pushed past Vi's attempts to stop her. Caitlyn pinned her firmly to the side of the car, and was given no time to react before she bent her head and covered Vi's mouth with hers. Despite how good Caitlyn's kisses felt, Vi pushed a hand to her stomach. Finally, with a displeased groan, Caitlyn pulled her face away, but remained closely pressed to her body.
“What?” Caitlyn said with a tinge of irritation in her voice.
Vi raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean, ‘what’? You’re the one kissing me like that out of nowhere," she countered.
"Look in the mirror and you’ll know why,” Caitlyn huffed. She moved her head forward to kiss Vi on the neck, but was instantly pulled back by a fist in her hair.
“Cait, don’t you see that I have-”
“Oil all over you, yes I do,” the woman finished. “And you still look perfect to me.”
Vi ducked slightly, unable to contain her grin at that. “Sweet-talker.”
With a light nudge of a knuckle, Caitlyn brought her head up. “And plus, you never mind when I’m hot and sweaty from working out either.”
“Still…I just feel-”
Caitlyn gripped Vi's thigh, hooking it around hers, pushed even harder against her, and kissed her again. Vi showed less resistance, but wasn’t responding as much as Caitlyn wanted her to. “Tell me to stop, then,” she resorted to saying, pausing.
Vi bit her lip, conflicted. When Caitlyn appeared to loosen the grip on her thigh, however, she’d made up her mind.
She looped her arms around the woman’s neck and pressed their lips together. She nibbled and drew Caitlyn's lower lip into her mouth just the way she knew her girlfriend liked it, if her soft, girlish moans were any indication.
Vi pushed themselves off the car and stumbled back towards the sofa, lifting both of Caitlyn's legs around her waist and carried her the rest of the way. As she felt the soft cushion underneath her, Vi quickly moved her hands to undo the rest of her coveralls. She tugged at the bottom half, and Caitlyn helped pull them down, flinging them to the floor.
“I really like you in those,” Caitlyn said in between kisses.
"I know you do," Vi snorted, "I saw you staring. I just thought you'd be able to wait until we got home."
Caitlyn laughed against her cheek, leaving a wet kiss there. Vi cringed as Caitlyn went further south down to her neck, knowing it was stained with grease, so she decided to cradle her face up and kiss her instead.
Vi felt Caitlyn yank the bottom of her tank top, and raised herself with an arm to slip out of it faster, taking off Caitlyn's shirt along the way. Caitlyn did the same with Vi's sports bra then pushed her back down to lie down, enclosing her breasts with her warm touch. Each stroke of her thumb over the peaks sent jolts through the woman's body, making Vi gasp into her mouth. Caitlyn didn't stop until the tips stiffened into tight buds, then finally took one of them into her mouth, leaving Vi's moans unattended to.
Vi let out a heavy breath, willing herself to suppress her moans, and closed a hand over her mouth. She could make out the little sounds of Caitlyn sucking on her chest better now, the moist warmth making it difficult to think straight.
Her body arched up on its own accord, rubbing herself against the hard plane of Caitlyn's abdomen. She could tell that Caitlyn felt her growing wetness through a pair of shorts, her girlfriend groaning around her breast. Vi should've been embarrassed over how quickly she got wet for Caitlyn, but with a girlfriend looking and servicing like her? Not a chance.
Caitlyn kissed across her chest, sternum, to her other breast. She slowly drew in the nub between her lips, and Vi hissed from the overwhelming sensitivity.
Vi pulled her by the hairs on her neck, straining her neck forward to meet her halfway in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. Lingering slightly, Caitlyn pulled away and darted downward, and began to leave small bites on Vi's hip bones as she tugged on her shorts and underwear in one go. When the kisses reached her inner thighs, Vi squeezed Caitlyn's waist with her ankles. Her girlfriend looked up at her, wondering what was wrong, taking her hand.
She used their joined hands to bring Caitlyn so that they were level, and shook her head. “You don’t- Just get inside, please,” Vi breathed as she led Caitlyn's hand to her core.
“Okay.” Caitlyn nodded, and traced her middle finger along the slit to her clit, watching Vi's reaction. Vi gasped, breath fanning Caitlyn's cheek. Her feet ran up and down Caitlyn's clothed legs as the latter teased ruthlessly, spreading her open and flicking her bud but never reaching her entrance.
"Stop that," Vi gritted her teeth, clawing at Caitlyn's back. At that, Caitlyn chuckled and nipped playfully at her jaw. Vi groaned, annoyed at how eager her girlfriend had been just minutes ago only to tease her this way now. "You brat-"
Nails dug deeper into Caitlyn's flesh, tensing, as she finally penetrated Vi with two fingers. "Ah," Vi sighed in her ear, lifting herself together with Caitlyn's movements. Caitlyn always felt good inside her, knew exactly where and how to curl her fingers, sending her off into bliss. Lost in a sensual haze, her body acted on its own and followed the digits’ rhythmic motions, arms hung loosely around her girlfriend's neck.
"Faster,” Vi whimpered, her entire being throbbing in need. “Please.”
Caitlyn planted her lips on her chest and closed in over her nipple, then grabbed one of Vi's hands and held onto it tightly. A gentle squeeze of her hand was the only warning Vi received before the fingers inside her moved faster, reached deeper. Pleasure cascaded through her, heaving out in moans and shaky breaths.
Caitlyn took pity on her girlfriend, molding their lips together. Vi was incredibly warm under and around her. It was as if she could feel the tension building up within her. As she scissored her fingers apart and stroked the woman’s front wall, Caitlyn delighted into the cry Vi bawled into their kiss. It wouldn’t be long until Vi broke, Caitlyn knew, so she increased the pressure of each thrust she made.
“Cait-” Vi croaked, voice full of struggle, grip tightening on the woman’s hand. Caitlyn shushed her fondly, and with that, watched Vi come undone beneath her.
Her body shuddered and pulsated, muscles contracting on the two fingers buried deep inside her. She threw her head to the side, unintentionally unveiling her neck to Caitlyn, who’d been looking down at her, half-lying so as not to crush her girlfriend. The woman surged forward and kissed Vi's neck as the final tremors of her climax dwindled.
Vi hummed lazily, slowly threading her fingers through Caitlyn's long hair, forgetting she’d stopped her from kissing her there in the first place. After a while, she opened her eyes, cupped her girlfriend’s face, and left a whisper of a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Was this what you had in plan when you decided to visit me?"
"You know I'm always open to the possibility," Caitlyn quirked her eyebrows.
Vi pushed her forehead playfully, and they laughed in unison.
Switching their positions, Caitlyn rolled them over and held Vi comfortably on top of her. As she ran a hand along Vi's tattooed back, the mechanic realized that Caitlyn was still very much clothed - merely shirtless - while she was stark naked.
She scratched Caitlyn's stomach lightly. "Just give me a minute and I'll-"
"It's okay. You're tired," Caitlyn consoled, pulling her closer. Vi sank further into her girlfriend's arms with an appreciative hum. "But, earlier," Caitlyn tapped her fingers on Vi's shoulder then trailed them down to her pelvis, "why didn't you let me…"
"I told you already," Vi replied. "I'm dirty." She raised her arm, where faint blackish marks were, partly faded by a sheen of sweat.
"Mmh. Let's take a shower then, then we'll go home," Caitlyn said, giving her shirt to Vi as she sat up. She so badly wanted to tell Vi that she didn't give a shit whether or not her girlfriend was dirty, but decided to bring it up next time.
The mechanic followed suit, dressing in Caitlyn's shirt and standing on her feet. She tossed all of her other clothes onto the sofa for later, and led the way to the shower room reserved for her, Mel, and Sky (but it was high time for an eventual addition).
Caitlyn treaded behind her girlfriend as they walked across the auto-shop. It was quite the size, and she couldn't help but wander her eyes around the whole room, when she noticed a particular area.
"Hey, have you ever used that?" she asked, pointing to the emergency shower mounted at one of the corners of the room.
Vi paused, looked over her shoulder to where Caitlyn was pointing, and shook her head. "Never had the need to. It's there for protocol," she explained.
Caitlyn grinned slyly. "Well, now you do."
"Hey! Wait!" the mechanic shrieked as Caitlyn hauled her towards the safety shower.
For the second time of the day, Vi proved no match to Caitlyn, submitting easily under her will.
Caitlyn trapped her in a hug, and once they were both underneath the showerhead, pulled a lever. Vi's loud gasp echoed in the room as water fell upon them in a strong downpour, while the latter laughed wholeheartedly. Their bodies - and what was left of their clothes - instantly drenched.
"Fuck!"
Caitlyn giggled, unmindful of the endless water streaming down on them. "Come on, let's get this off," she said, helping Vi peel away her shirt. Her own clothes followed, and in moments, they were both naked.
"You minx, there's no shampoo and soap here," Vi said.
"Right. I'll be right back then," Caitlyn chuckled before running off to the actual shower rooms. The mechanic sighed at her girlfriend's childish antics.
She later returned with multiple bottles in tow. Vi opened her mouth - whether to scold or complain she wasn't certain - but Caitlyn pecked her lips before she could so. She shook her head in defeat, and took a bottle of shampoo from Caitlyn's hands.
The couple took turns under the single showerhead, to which Vi repeatedly complained wouldn't even be necessary if it wasn't for Caitlyn. Vi didn't even want to imagine what would become of them if they helped rinse each other out.
Washing the last of suds off her body, she tiptoed, reaching for the water valve, but still couldn't reach it. "Cait, help please?"
Just as she finished her sentence, she felt the familiar presence of her girlfriend loom behind her, and an arm wrapped around her waist. "Cait?"
Caitlyn's other hand came from behind, and creeped up her body, stroking her breast. She lost her balance and nearly stumbled, but Caitlyn kept her in place.
Vi should have seen this coming.
Caitlyn expected a retort from her, but was instead met with an encouraging hand on top of hers. She smiled, turned Vi's face with a hand, and kissed her deeply.
Vi mewled as Caitlyn squeezed her breast, and spun around in the woman's arms. Their lips separated, looking directly into each other's eyes. Gone was the teasing look in Caitlyn's piercing eyes, replaced by a soft, honey gaze. The air between them was different. What they'd shared earlier had been out of the heat of the moment, lust, and the strong desire for release. But now was something more than that. Caitlyn kissed her mouth again, before trailing down her neck, chest, stomach, and navel. She stared up into the woman's eyes. Vi silently granted her request with a gentle pass through her dark hair. Taking the hand Caitlyn offered to her, she braced herself against the wall behind her as the woman dove into her core.
"Shit-"
Caitlyn laved her with her mouth expertly, throwing Vi's knee over her shoulder. She fingered the folds open and dipped her tongue into the wet heat. The sweet, distinct taste of her was hot and heavy on Caitlyn's tongue, and couldn't resist moaning, causing Vi to buck against the latter's face.
As Caitlyn kept her mouth on her, ranging from light laps to harsh sucks, Vi massaged her scalp with her two hands, spurring her on. Then with a rough suckle to her clit, Vi was sent over the edge, pulling Caitlyn's face as closely as she could. It hadn't been as intense as her last climax, but her legs shook nevertheless.
Caitlyn took in all she could, chasing every last drop of her down to her thighs.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Vi sighed. When she looked down, heat spiralled in her. Caitlyn flushed, despite the cool water raining down on her back, lips glistening from her own arousal. She beckoned her girlfriend to stand up, and connected their mouths.
The water washed over both of them now. Vi kissed Caitlyn slowly, thoroughly, trying her best not to let the taste of herself on Caitlyn's tongue sway her from what she had in mind. Without breaking off their kiss, Vi slid a hand down between Caitlyn's legs, taking her by surprise.
Caitlyn grabbed onto her wrist. "Vi, it's-"
"Just let me do this for you," Vi said with pleading eyes, absolutely sure that she wouldn't be able to say no to her.
Vi rubbed her fingers to Caitlyn's folds as soon as she released the grip on her wrist. Caitlyn moved her feet apart just enough to give more access, body leant forward as her girlfriend eased past her folds. Her mouth hung open when Vi found her clit and gave it a flick.
"Shit," Caitlyn panted. Quick, shallow rubs drew choked breaths from her. She could feel her wetness gush out of her cunt and drip onto Vi's slender fingers, another wave of arousal coursing through her. She grinded down on her hand impatiently, earning a chuckle from the woman.
"I've got you." Vi whispered into her ear. She was at Vi's mercy, rejoicing as the woman slipped inside her at last. Two fingers caressed her walls, wasting no time at all with a strong pace, as the knuckle of a third finger remained pressed on her nub.
Caitlyn jerked wildly, her head bumping into Vi's. "Vi-" she didn't know what to do, so she latched onto her girlfriend's neck, leaving bites they both knew would be there the next day.
Beginning to feel her arms give in from a long day's work, Vi thrust in and out of Caitlyn as fast and deep as she could. As the ache became unbearable, she slightly bent her knee upwards, moving so it made contact with Caitlyn's core, then slowly removed her fingers.
Caitlyn looked taken aback at first, but seemed more than happy at the change, grinding down on Vi's strong, slick thigh with great gusto as she held onto her shoulders.
"Fuck," Vi cursed under breath, watching how Caitlyn rocked back and forth against her. The visual alone was enough for her to get off to. She decided to travel her hands up to Caitlyn's chest, rolling both nipples between her fingers, while her mouth kissed at Caitlyn's throat.
Hips stuttering from all of the sensations she was receiving, Caitlyn let out a loud moan. She gathered herself and increased her pace desperately, longing for a release.
Although the slight height difference made it disadvantageous for Vi, she raised her knee, forcing Caitlyn to hike up higher and ride her thigh at a harder intensity. This allowed Vi to bend her head down, and capture one of Caitlyn's stiff nipples into her mouth, sucking roughly.
The friction against her sensitive clit and warmth enveloped around her breast eventually became too much for Caitlyn to handle, and drove her to a long-awaited orgasm. "Violet!"
The next second, Caitlyn was flooding all over Vi's pelvis and thigh as she rode out the rest of her high with minuscule movements. She pushed Vi away from her chest, extremely sensitive.
The two women settled back into their normal footing as Caitlyn reached up and switched the shower off. Leaning against the wall behind Vi, they clung onto one another in a hug.
"That was...something."
"Yeah," Caitlyn agreed, yawning.
"You better not fall asleep on me. You're cooking dinner when we get home."
Caitlyn groaned dramatically. "I have a better idea."
Vi gave her a suspicious look. "Unfortunately, all of your ideas have ended up with us having sex, cupcake."
"Unfortunately?" Caitlyn tried to sound offended.
"I'm exhausted," Vi chuckled.
Caitlyn smiled, pecking her on the lips before detaching herself from Vi. "Alright, darling. Let's go."
Caitlyn and Vi, both dressed in new pairs of coveralls a size too small for one, went home, ordering takeout along the way - and fortunately for Vi - slept in peace after their meal.
The very next day, the mechanic began to think of ways she could surprise Caitlyn at work in return...