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“Wait,” Caitlyn says, using all her willpower to tear herself away. They’re still fresh off their reconciliation—hands in each other's hair, standing in the middle of the darkened jail cell.
“Are you okay?” Vi asks.
“Yes, it’s just that…” Caitlyn’s eyes dart to the floor.
“Hey,” Vi whispers, her thumbs brushing comfortingly against her cheekbones. “You can tell me.”
Tell me anything, everything. Nothing is going to drive me away this time. I won’t let it.
“Well, I’ve never done this before,” Caitlyn finally admits, her blue eyes glancing back up at Vi—so innocent, so nervous. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Oh,” Vi says, entirely surprised. Someone as confident and self-assured—and, well hot—as Caitlyn Kiramman hasn’t taken anyone to bed?
The confusion must be evident on her face, because Caitlyn adds, even more shyly, “I’ve never wanted to.”
“Oh,” Vi says again, understanding finally dawning on her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to.”
Caitlyn shakes her head, then takes a deep breath and says, “I’ve never wanted to until now.”
Vi’s heart swells—at the confession, at the vulnerability. And she can see it in her eyes, can hear it in her voice. This is novel, this is monumental.
This is Caitlyn saying, I feel as though I’ve just been waiting my whole life for you.
And so Vi knows that—as much as she would love to push her up against the wall and kiss her way down until she’s settled between her legs—she has to wait. She has to make it perfect.
And so it’s a month after the battle, when their wounds are nearly fully healed and the losses they have grieved hurt just a little less.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Are you nervous?” Vi asks softly, just barely above a whisper. Caitlyn nods, already doe-eyed and flushed. Vi doesn’t think she’s ever seen her look this vulnerable—this small. “It’s okay,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”
Caitlyn nods again, and this time Vi responds by leaning in. She kisses her, gentle at first—lips brushing ever so softly, then pressing firmer. Still, it sends Caitlyn’s heart into a frenzy. To be this close, to be this intimate with Vi. It’s something she’s imagined and reimagined, late at night with an ache between her legs that she’s never quite known how to soothe. Regardless, not even her filthiest thoughts can compare to the feeling of this simple kiss.
And now Caitlyn’s breath is really catching in her chest at the feel of Vi’s warm tongue against her lips, tentative and slow. Caitlyn opens her mouth to let it in, and what comes out to greet it is a moan she didn’t realize she was holding.
She blushes, expecting Vi to tease her, but her lover only deepens the kiss—hands coming up to hold her, fingers so long they nearly wrap around her neck. It’s a sensitive area for Caitlyn, one that makes her tense when others touch it. But right now, with Vi’s warm breath and the taste of her tongue and the soft whimpers she lets out—right now, her body relaxes.
They kiss like this—soft and slow—for a while. After all, they’ve got all the time in the world. But eventually, as these things tend to go, the kisses start to get a bit more desperate. Until they're both breathless from it, panting against each other with their foreheads pressed together.
“Your kisses taste so good,” Vi says. “But I wanna taste the rest of you.”
Caitlyn’s heart stutters, her body stiffening with nerves. With anxiety. With excitement.
“It’s okay,” Vi promises. “I just mean taste you here,” she says, before she kisses her jaw. “And hers.” Her neck. “And here.” Her collarbone.
She kisses her gently, taking her in—breathing her in. One hand is on her belly, tentative as it moves across the fabric of her nightgown. The other is untying it, letting the silk robe open for her.
“V-Vi,” Caitlyn says with a shudder, and Vi moves back up to kiss her lips.
“It’s okay,” she says again. “Just tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you, but I…”
Vi kisses the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the soft spot behind her ear. She takes her earlobe gently between her teeth, and it makes Caitlyn whimper—so sweet and needy and flustered.
“Everywhere you touch me…” Caitlyn sighs. “…it feels like it’s on fire.”
“In a good way?” Vi asks.
“In a marvelous way.”
Vi smiles against her skin, nipping it slightly, then running her tongue against it.
“You deserve to feel marvelous, Cait,” she says. “You deserve to feel so many good things.”
And now she’s trailing a hand up Caitlyn’s bare abdomen, slow calloused fingertips against delicate, soft skin.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Vi whispers in her ear, her hand flat as it moves up, up, up to the curve of her breasts.
She pauses.
She kisses her way down again, until her mouth is at her collarbone once more. She’s hovering over her now, her free hand keeping her steady—gripping onto the headboard.
She’s panting, a bit dizzied. Going this slow. Taking her time. It isn’t what she’s used to. It isn’t hard and careless fucks in dark corners of Stillwater. It isn’t meaningless and selfish. It isn’t rough or mean or frantic. She finds herself having to hold back, but part of her enjoys it. To treat Caitlyn with such reverence—it’s pleasurable in a different way. In a better way.
But still, though the torture is sweet, it is torture nonetheless..
“Can I?” she asks—practically pleads—as her fingers tease the underside of Caitlyn’s breasts. “I’ve always wanted…”
“Y-yes,” Caitlyn breathes out. “Yes, touch me.”
And so, Vi does, palms cupping and squeezing. Fingers brushing against impossibly stiff nipples. Oh, and the goosebumps. Goosebumps all over her tits, tiny imperceptible hairs standing erect.
“Caitlyn,” Vi whimpers, a desperate ache building up inside her. She looks up at her. “Please. Let me put them in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” Caitlyn nods her head. “Yes.”
Vi follows the curve with her breasts, trailing more gentle kisses. Sometimes pecks, sometimes open-mouthed and wet. Caitlyn starts involuntarily arching her back, as if presenting herself to her. As if offering herself up to be consumed—to be devoured.
Little does she know how much Vi is restraining herself, holding back for the sake of gentleness. For the sake of giving Caitlyn the experience she deserves. She’s burning up inside, a fire that was started long ago. Embers in the pit of her abdomen, sparks coming out her fingertips. Smoke wisping from her mouth. And still, she takes her time. Still, she puts Caitlyn’s pleasure first. Always and forever, first.
Vi laps her tongue against a tan, hardened nipple, then swirls around it, before putting it in her hot, wet mouth. Caitlyn moans, hands burying themselves in pink locks. Vi does it again, but this time sucking and slightly tugging at it with her teeth. And Caitlyn’s response is tenfold.
The grip in her hair tightens, so Vi says, “You can guide me.”
“Guide you?”
“My head,” she says. “My face. My mouth. Anywhere you want it.”
Caitlyn feels a flush of heat overtake her. A rush of blood. And then, her pussy throbs—aches, sharp and persistent. So deep inside herself. She feels it in her depths, shooting its way up to her very heart.
She moves Vi over to her other breast, her other nipple. And then back again. Over and over, and each time feels better than the last. Each time her nipples feel more sensitive, her breaths get more ragged, her shifting thighs get wetter.
And Vi—Vi, Vi, Vi, who wants to fuck her. Who wants to taste her cunt, to feel her walls pulsing around her fingers, to make her come again and again and again. Until she’s a mess, shaking and sweating and pleading for more, more, more. Yes, this desperate, horny mess—This Vi. She’s letting Caitlyn do whatever the fuck she wants. She’s letting her set the pace, no matter how slow. Set the tone, no matter how soft.
It’s driving her insane in the very best way. She feels so wound up and delirious, eyes half-lidded as they look up at her blushing face. Caitlyn’s mouth hangs agape, her eyes are shut tight. Oh, what a fucking angel. And what a depraved soul Vi is in comparison, lying here on top of her and imagining all the ways she could defile her.
Eventually, Caitlyn pulls Vi’s head all the way back up, crashing their lips together. They kiss even more desperate than before, bodies now grinding against each other.
“You’re doing so good,” Vi says into her mouth. “So very, very good for me. But I wanna try something else. Is that okay?”
“Mhm,” she whimpers, arms wrapped around Vi’s neck to keep her close.
Both of Vi’s hands move up and down the sides of Caitlyn’s trembling body. And as she moves against her like this, she’s reminded of how small her frame is—how delicate.
“I’m going to take care of you,” she promises. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
She slips a hand between them, reaching down to the waistband of Caitlyn's panties.
Caitlyn tenses again, nervous once more.
“Do you wanna stop?” Vi checks in, but Caitlyn shakes her head. “What do you want, then, baby?”
And Caitlyn says. “I w-want you to fuck me. I’m so… shit, Vi, I’ve never felt this turned on before. This desperate for some sort of release. I feel I may implode.”
“Do you ever touch yourself?” Vi asks. “Have you ever made yourself come?”
Caitlyn shakes her head again. “I’ve… I’ve tried, but I… It gets so intense and I…”
“It’s okay,” Vi reassures her. “We’ll go nice and slow. And we can stop at any time, okay? The point is to make you feel good, yeah? I just wanna make my baby feel so good.”
“F-fuck,” she whimpers. “Yes. Yes, please…”
Vi smiles as she leans in for another kiss, her hand inching slowly into Caitlyn’s panties.
“‘Please,’” she repeats. “How very polite of you— ‘Please fuck me, Vi. If it isn’t too much trouble.’”
Caitlyn laughs softly, burying her face in the crook of Vi’s neck.
“Shut up,” she says playfully. “I’m not being polite. I’m—mmph—being a bit desperate.”
Vi’s fingers meet curly hair, meet warmth, meet wetness. So much fucking wetness.
“Shit, Cait,” she sighs. “You really are desperate.”
She spends a few moments just gliding her fingers against Caitlyn’s folds, getting them nice and slick, as she keeps whispering into their kisses. All these sweet, sweet words that Caitlyn eats right up in—between whimpers and shuddered breaths.
“You feel so good already,” she’s saying. “My pretty girl.” And then, for the first time, “My perfect princess.”
“‘P-princess’?” Caitlyn repeats.
“Is that okay?” Vi asks, her fingers dipping down and pressing ever so slightly against her entrance.
“No one’s ever…” Caitlyn starts with a gasp at this new sensation. “I’ve only ever been called that as a j-joke. An insult, I-I mean…”
“Oh,” Vi frowns, pausing. “No, I didn’t…”
“I know,” Caitlyn says. “I know. The way you say it is… fuck…”
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
Vi’s fingers slide back up, at last grazing her clit. It makes Caitlyn gasp again. But Vi takes it slow. She pulls back gently on the hood, wet fingers finding that perfect spot—able to give her pleasure without overstimulation. She rubs it nice and gentle in long, slow strokes.
Caitlyn moans loud and unabashed all the same, wanton sounds she’s never made before now slipping out of her and filling the thick air between them.
“That’s it,” Vi says. “Just breathe for me. That’s all you gotta do, princess. Just let me take care of the rest.”
“T-take—mmph—take care o-of me…”
“Yes,” Vi says. “I’ll take such good care of you.”
And now she’s kissing her way down again—back to those perfect breasts, to those perky nipples. Her hand is still in Caitlyn’s panties, angled just right. Those calloused fingertips are now rubbing circles on her swollen clit. Over and over, a steady pace. A steady stream of pleasure.
Caitlyn’s hands find Vi’s hair again, tugging on her as she writhes beneath her. A gorgeous body, taut and trembling. And Vi—strong and broad, enveloping her completely. Sheltering her. Protecting her. Giving her everything she didn’t even know she needed.
“Wrap your legs around me, princess,” Vi says, and Caitlyn listens. Of course Caitlyn listens.
Vi switches up her fingers, a thumb now pressing on Caitlyn’s clit as her index and forefinger tease her pulsing entrance. Caitlyn whimpers in anticipation, clenching so hard that Vi can feel it even from the outside.
“S-slow?” Caitlyn asks.
And Vi says, “Nice and slow.”
“Am I… Am I wet enough?”
“You’re so soaked, Cait,” Vi reassures her. “You can take it. And if at any point it hurts, just tell me, okay? Or if you want me to go slower… Softer… Anything, baby. You just let me know, okay?”
Caitlyn nods. “A-all right, just… fuck, Vi, just please h-hurry up.”
It makes Vi laugh. “Getting a bit desperate again?”
Caitlyn groans. “I’m just so… I’ve never felt so empty before.”
Vi smiles against Caitlyn’s breasts, burying her face in them one last time, before coming back up so that they’re face to face.
“You’re so cute like this,” she says, her fingers starting to dip in ever so slightly, finally pushing into her. “And so unbelievably fucking hot.”
She slides in deeper, stretching out her walls inch by inch by inch. Caitlyn’s eyes roll back and her body spasms. Her hips buck, as if already demanding more, but Vi keeps her slow and gentle pace. And the sounds that come out of her are absolutely filthy.
“You’re doing such a good job, princess,” she praises her. “Your pussy is taking me so well. I can feel how badly you’ve been needing this.”
“S-so badly,” Caitlyn whimpers. “So, so badly…”
Vi slides all the way to her last knuckles, letting Caitlyn get used to the feeling, before she moves again. It’s soft pumping at first, just enough to feel good. To make Caitlyn’s emptiness subside. To give her something nice to tighten her walls around.
“That’s it,” Vi encourages her. “Doesn’t that feel so good?”
Caitlyn nods. “D-does it…? Do I feel good to you?”
“Oh, my sweet angel,” Vi sighs. “My gorgeous girl. My perfect princess. Nothing feels as good as you do.”
Caitlyn whimpers, flooded with endorphins by each compliment, each term of endearment. No one has ever showered her with such sweet words before. No one has ever actually meant them.
“Mmph… Y-you’re so sweet to me,” Caitlyn says. “And the way t-touch me… Fuck…”
“I could do this forever,” Vi says. “Your pleasure is mine. Feeling the way you squeeze around me? Fuck. The way you squirm? The pretty, desperate sounds you make? Baby, this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I need more. I need…m-more… Please.”
Vi understands, picking up her pace as she moves in and out—driving her fingers in just a bit harder each time. She gives her what she’s asked her: more and more and more and more. Until she’s having to use her hips to drive her fingers in—hard and deep. Until she’s panting on top of her, making the bed shake with each movement. Until Caitlyn is crying out from a pleasure so grand it cannot fit inside her body any longer.
This is more akin to the fucking Vi knows—just on the right side of feral. But even then, it’s nothing compared to what she’s done before. No, every movement, every touch… They all hold meaning, serve purpose. They drive the point in again and again and again. I love you, I love you, I love you.
She says with messy wet kisses—I love you. She says it with laps of her tongue and bites with her teeth—I love you. She says it with hard pounding of that tight, swollen cunt right through the mattress—I fucking love you.
But she says it most of all with her words. With her praises. And this certainly has never happened before. Nobody else in all of Runeterra has ever heard Vi’s voice speak so delicately. No one has ever seen her craft her words so thoughtfully. No one has ever witnessed her pour herself into these delicate endearments—these constant declarations of love in the form of such filthy sweet nothings.
“That’s it, honey,” she’s saying. “That’s it, my beautiful—mmph—babygirl. Y-yes, you’re my good girl. Such a good fucking girl. And you look s-so pretty like this, don’t you? Yeah, just look at you, sweetheart. Getting fucked so nice and—hmph—hard. Getting anything y-you fucking want. Yeah, I’ll f-fucking spoil you all my life, baby. That’s right. You’re my princess, aren’t you? You’re my… fuck, my everything.”
Every syllable rings inside Caitlyn’s head, making her dizzy. Making her crazy. She gets wetter and wetter, dripping all over Vi’s hand. Caitlyn digs her fingernails into her scalp, head thrown back and giving her full access to her neck—to kiss, to bite, to suck. To do anything she wants. And Vi does it all.
“Oh, i-it’s so…” Caitlyn moans. “It feels s-so intense, Vi, I…”
“Oh, I know, honey,” Vi purrs. “I know, I know… Just breathe for me, baby. Just f-focus on—mmph—how good it feels. Doesn’t it feel so good, princess? Doesn’t it feel so good getting nice and fucked?”
“So fucking good,” Caitlyn whimpers. “But I… I don’t know if I… I-it’s so…”
“I know,” Vi says. “I know, baby, I know. Do you w-wanna stop?”
Caitlyn shakes her head. “No, no, no… Please… Please, d-don’t stop…”
“I can feel the way your pussy’s getting tighter and tighter,” Vi says. “You’re so, so close… Just a little more, princess. Can you do a little more?”
“Uh-huh…”
“That’s it,” she pants “That’s my good girl. That’s my horny little princess. Just keep breathing for me, baby. Just let me make it feel good. Let me make that pussy feel so, so good…”
And Caitlyn does let her. Because she loves her, because she trusts her, because she’s never felt this safe or cared for or understood. Vi responds to every subtle sound, every tiny movement. She reads her body and knows exactly what to do and how to react—before Caitlyn has even had time to process it herself. And it’s so fucking nice to not have to think. To not have to know. To just lie here and kiss her and love her and give herself to her in this most fragile, vulnerable way. To say, This is me at your fingertips. This is me on your tongue. This is me in any and every way you’ll have me. And nobody else gets this. Nobody else knows me. Nobody else will ever see this truest form of me.
Caitlyn feels the intensity peak—as it has done for her alone so many times before. But this time, in Vi’s arms, she’s unafraid to let it crest. To let it crash into her. To let it swallow her up completely. To let it throw her against the rocks. She’ll fall apart completely here without any qualms or protests, knowing that Vi will break the landing. Vi will hold her fragile pieces together. Vi will keep her whole—safe. So very, very safe. So very, very loved.
Caitlyn’s toes curl, her palms tighten into fists, her back arches as much as it physically can. And then—the release. Long-awaited and well-earned.
Vi feels that first hard clench, and she knows. Caitlyn is tipping over the edge, absolutely free-falling. So she lets her enjoy it. She curls her fingers and hits her g-spot at just the right time, matching the peak of her orgasm. Caitlyn’s body responds in turn—a ripple of clenches, a crescendo of pulses and throbs, a gushing of pleasure. It’s all so wet and loud and perfect.
Caitlyn sees white, hears a ringing, feels the waves upon waves that wash over her as she stiffens and takes it. Vi is still fucking her through it, still lapping a tongue in and out of Caitlyn’s open mouth, still whispering so many things. Things equal parts dirty and sweet, meant for her ears and her ears alone.
“There you go,” she’s saying. “Come all over me, princess. Just let go. Yeah, just like that. Good girl, good girl… That tight cunt of yours needed this, didn’t it? This perfect, throbbing pussy just needed me inside, hm? Just needed me to fuck that sweet cum right out of you… Oh, it’s okay, princess. You can cry. I’ve got you.”
But Caitlyn didn’t realize she was crying. But it makes sense, she supposes, to shed tears over this. To feel this vulnerable—this emotional—once every single layer has been pulled back. She’s completely exposed now, stripped down to her very soul. Of course, she’s going to cry.
Vi kisses the tears dry. Caitlyn sniffles, softly smiling up at her. Oh, and she’s absolutely glowing.
“Thank you,” she says. “You were so absolutely wonderful.”
“That’s you,” Vi says. “That’s always you.”