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Cupcake
7:00 PM
It was a beautiful night.
The owls were hooting, the sun had gone down, and the night was cool and breezy.
Back home, after the fun day she spent at Shimmer Beach with her friends and family, Vi grew increasingly nervous as the hours ticked on. She kept thinking of this woman; this odd, quirky, yet ensnaring bluenette—alpine, pointy and haughty—who somehow, concerningly easily, managed to trip Vi up at almost every step she took. It was so easy for her. It felt practised, as if she had done this kind of thing before – or perhaps she simply read Vi far too easily.
As soon as they arrived home, Jinx bolted for the bathroom to get rid of the sand and ocean smell. Seeing as it was yet to be her turn to wash up, Vi took a seat out on her porch to unwind, relax, maybe count the stars and stop overthinking, perhaps even—
Ding!
Well, that certainly didn’t last long.
She checked her phone and, like clockwork, it was Caitlyn Kiramman, once again being a bit of a tease.
~
Caitlyn
“Evening, Ser Violet 😉”
“How are you feeling after our little war in Castle Ishani?”
“Surely you aren’t thinking of cancelling our date, right? 😢”
Vi
“Not on your life.”
“I’m still down.”
“Although…”
“You haven’t told me where to pick you up.”
Caitlyn
“That’s because I’ll be picking you up, beautiful. 🤭”
“Vander was kind enough to share your address with me.”
Vi
“Why am I the last to know this? 💀💀”
Caitlyn
“Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you. 😉”
Vi
“You’re telling me now, though.”
Caitlyn
“🤭so you can panic properly, ofc.”
“😝😘”
Vi
“Mission accomplished, I guess. 🙄”
Caitlyn
“We’ll be going to Restauracja Granat, btw.”
“See you in a few, cupcake.”
~
“She stole my thing!” Vi complained, leaning back on the seat.
“Who stole what now?” Vander asked as he sat next to her.
Vi jumped, startled. “How long have you been there?! Jeez, old man, wear a bell or something.”
Vander cocked an eyebrow, waiting for an answer to his question.
“Uhhh, I called umm, I let my intrusive thoughts win and called Caitlyn ‘cupcake’ at the beach. She just used it against me in a text.”
“That so?” Vander chuckled, lighting a cigarette.
“It’s not funny!”
“It’s a little funny.”
“It’s really not.”
Vander took a drag from the cigarette, smiling. “It is from my side.”
“You’re not helping, Dad…”
Gently, Vander grabbed the armrest of Vi’s chair and pulled it towards his, just enough so he could wrap his arm around her. He scruffled her hair, giving it a warm kiss. “Sweetheart, she’s just teasing you. You’ll just have to tease her back and reclaim the pet name.”
“Problem is, I don’t know how,” Vi scoffed, leaning back. “Here I thought I was a tease, but I dunno… she’s got me beat.”
“You sweet, summer child.”
Vi looked at him incredulously. “What?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”
“Aw, come on, Dad!”
Vander shook his head, playfully acting oblivious. “Nah, I’m a man, single, and old. I think you might find better advice from your sister. See if she’s willing to talk to you after she’s all cleaned up.”
Vi acquiesced, pinching Vander’s cigarette for one drag, and returned it afterwards. After a few minutes passed, the front door opened, and Isha popped her head out, clearing her throat.
“Uhh, just wanted to let you know that Pow-Pow is out of the bathroom.”
“That’s my cue. Thanks, Dad.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” he grumbled.
“That’s why I’m thanking you, dumbass,” Vi chuckled and bolted before he could respond.
Isha cheekily looked to Vander and smiled. “I’ll flush the toilet when she least expects it.”
Vander beamed proudly. “Good girl.”
~
Drying herself after a shower, Vi peered into the mirror and inspected herself. She flexed and posed, showing off her physique to the imaginary crowd, hyping herself up. Despite countless hours on the beach, she managed to avoid a sunburn and tanned beautifully. She felt confident for a minute, knowing everything was going to be alright after all. What was she so worried about, anyway? It was only Caitlyn Kiramman, daughter of Cassandra Kiramman, the highly known Chancellor of Foreign Affairs, and Tobias Kiramman, Chief Surgeon. Surely, it couldn’t be that bad? Surely, they had no expectations or ambitions for their daughter, or—
“Oh fuck,” Vi said, confidence evaporating. “Jinx?!”
Wearing nothing but a tank top and a towel, Vi rushed out of the bathroom, navigated through the hallway, ran down the stairs, and reached the living room, where she spotted Jinx lying on the couch and simply asked a nonstop barrage of questions.
“Gods, what am I supposed to wear? Do you think she’d like me to wear makeup? How fancy is the place? I’ve never visited it before!”
Jinx groaned. “Can you please shut the—”
“Should I wear heels? But she’ll definitely notice I got taller. Maybe just my dress shoes? Should I wear those cute contacts?”
There was no stopping her ceaseless slew of questions, and Jinx was not thrilled to be caught in the crossfire. As she sat up, ready to scream some sense into the rose-haired girl, she paused. She remembered those first days after meeting Lux and how she behaved. She remembered how insufferable her questions were and how dismissive her attitude was as she attempted to convince the others she was not as interested as she really was. If she had to be tolerated during those days, then it shouldn’t be out of the question for Vi to have the same support.
Jinx carefully stood with a groan, grabbed Vi by the back of her shirt collar and pulled her down to the couch. Vi nearly screamed as she fell with a plop, confused and disoriented.
“Hey, what the hell, Jinx?!”
“Listen here, bitch. She’ll love whatever you wear; she wants you, not your clothes. Second, Granat is fancy, but not fancy-schmancy, so dress accordingly. Third, you don’t wear heels, you fuckin’ masc, so why are you even considering it? Fourth, did you shave or style yourself down there? You wanna be presentable, dumbass, get to stepping. Fifth, nah, she’s already seen your powder blues, so don’t go hiding those peepers now. Did I cover everything?”
There was a brief pause during which Vi remained immobile, gazing at Jinx with wide eyes, bewildered. After only a few seconds, Jinx sighed, relaxing her posture.
“Yeah, Vi… I can be Powder from time to time, y’know?”
“I just… I just wanna say thank you. I’m just being a little…”
“It’s ok, sis. Went through the same once, remember?” Jinx scratched the back of her neck.
Vi sprang up from the couch, hugging Jinx tenderly. Ever since she got back home from rehab, their relationship had been shaky, and seeing these moments of sisterhood and love was worth more than gold itself.
“Thanks for your help,” she kissed Jinx’s forehead, running off upstairs. “I’ll go do all of that!”
“Pleasure to serve,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “dummy.”
Don’t Spill the Wine
8:30 PM
In her room, Vi got busy preparing for her date. Jinx was right. Why consider dressing as something she wasn’t? She had a style, and not even Caitlyn Kiramman was going to tamper with it.
…
…
…
Well, perhaps tweak it, but certainly not undo it!
She kept the makeup light on her face, focusing only on darkening her eyeshadow and accentuating her lips so they’d pop. She fluffed and styled her sidecut, making sure her neck tattoo was well exposed for contrast, even if her dress shirt got in the way at times. She wanted to look good. She wore her 3-piece suit but, following Jinx’s advice, forwent the tie and vest in favour of a deep V-neck to get Caitlyn’s imagination going. Lo and behold, there she was, after some perfume and a smile, ready for her date with Caitlyn. She spun and posed, checking herself out until she was satisfied with the results.
But first, she needed the opinion of her family before she could be fully convinced all was prim and proper. Just as she stepped out of her bedroom, that strong smell of burning bacon hit her, and she wondered if Jinx had gotten into the kitchen again. That was, until she saw Isha run out of Jinx’s room, screaming and running down the stairs, hoping to save the poor bacon.
“I guess it runs in the family,” she joked quietly.
~
“Alright, I’m coming down now,” Vi spoke up from the landing.
“We’re ready,” Vander answered.
“Wait, wait!” Jinx scurried, making sure Spotify ran the right song for the occasion. “Okay, now we’re good.”
Vi walked down the stairs as if a prince overlooking her subjects, one hand firmly in her pocket, whilst the other hovered over the bannister, cocking her head up with a confident attitude to boot. She stopped halfway and posed, acting the better part of a model.
Jinx wolf whistled, hooting and hollering like a madwoman. “That’s my sister!”
Isha quietly took a video, making sure it captured Vi’s entire dramatic entrance, and snuck a peek or two of Vander and Jinx’s antics. In the middle of it all, she turned the camera selfie-style, throwing up the peace sign and including herself in the video; not to mention throwing a couple of trendy faces for the lulz.
“So, uh, you think this’ll be good enough, then?” Vi asked.
“Bitch, you look divine,” Jinx crossed her arms, wincing at her sunburn pain.
“You don’t think it’s too much?”
Jinx took a deep sigh, almost as if setting a more serious tone. She stepped in close with a warm presence and laid her hand on Vi’s shoulder softly. She gave a kind smile and nodded, the mood now clearly lighter and safe… and then she did what she did best.
She was a little shit.
“When she gets you pregnant—”
Vi’s smile disappeared, replaced with a blank expression.
“—we’ll all be here for you! Make sure to put insurance on the little butterball.”
Vander rubbed his eyes. “Jinx.”
“Whaaat? I’m just saying, make sure you get some money out of it. It’s gonna be half Kiramman after all. Oh, and you better start figuring out names for it.”
“You’re so stupid, Jinx,” Vi pushed her away gently.
Isha chimed in. “What about Tulip? Or maybe Rose?”
“Not you, too, Shi-Shi!”
Just as the mood began to lighten from all the laughs and jokes, courtesy of the bluenette, things came crashing down.
Beep beep!
Isha scurried to the window, pulling the covers aside. Her eyes grew wide, and she slowly turned to the others, as if witnessing a ghost. “Uh… I think she’s here.”
~~~
Jinx opened the front door, ogling the limousine. “Woooow, a whole ass limousine. These Kirammans are fancy as fuck.”
Vi nervously approached the door, and the confidence she had strutted with earlier slowly ebbed away. Despite all the shit she wanted to give Vi, Jinx turned to her, the warmth of Powder creeping back up as it did earlier in the night, in a concerted effort to help her get through this pivotal moment.
“Listen, stick to being yourself. You’re not there to impress her, nor pretend you’re someone you’re not. She liked you at the beach, not your name, or wealth, or what have ya. Don’t be a try-hard, don’t spill the goddamn wine, and have fuuuuuun.”
“Thanks… Jinx,” Vi responded, with slight hesitation and a genuine smile.
She smiled and hugged Vi tenderly. “Don’t forget to woo her with that look of yours. You’re gonna do great.”
Vi nodded, took a deep breath, and walked out the door. From within, Caitlyn’s breath shortened, focusing squarely on the figure coming closer. Hit just right by the moonlight, Vi was like a goddess come down from the heavens. “Fuck, she’s beautiful,” she thought to herself. She must’ve looked like divinity taken shape, sin in the flesh.
In no time, she greeted the limo driver as he opened the door for her, reciprocating her kindness. She offered her thanks and took her seat, feeling her heart drop like a stone. It wasn’t enough that Caitlyn Kiramman sat there, looking as beautiful as pure kyanite, but the added presence of her parents was an unexpected twist she was not ready for.
The Kirammans
9:00 PM
“Violet, you look absolutely beautiful,” Caitlyn broke the ice.
Vi responded hesitantly, knowing her full answer was a bit much with her parents present. “You look amazing, Cait.”
The rose-haired girl admired the similar taste they both shared on this night. Like Vi, Caitlyn also wore a suit, but hers was far more sophisticated. It was a full 3-piece set, adorned with a gold chain and a stopwatch on its end. She was the very definition of taste and elegance, and Vi’s cheeks did not shy in reddening. Caitlyn’s smile turned seductive, and she enjoyed how carelessly Vi ogled her.
“Good evening, Miss Violet,” Cassandra cleared her throat.
“E-evening, ma’am. I’m sorry, I was… not aware you’d be here, is all.”
“I do apologise for that, dear. Once Caitlyn told us of your destination and its proximity to ours, we merely hoped to… what’s the saying? Kill two birds with one stone.”
Vi chuckled nervously. “That’s okay! I’m glad to meet you. Umm… please forgive me if I look nervous. I promise, that’s because I am.”
Tobias laughed at her honesty. “We understand; don’t you worry. I’m Tobias, and this is my wife, Cassandra. We’re pleased to meet you.”
Vi responded with proper courtesy. “Likewise, sir, ma’am.”
“I hope it’s all right with you if we ask a couple of questions,” Cassandra wondered. “I promise we won’t get too invasive.”
Vi looked to Caitlyn for reassurance, who happily gave her a smile and a wink in response. This set Vi at ease, already expecting some of the questions that were to come.
“Caitlyn spoke of the volleyball game you both participated in today. Tell me, dear,” Cassandra leaned in closer, as if about to accuse her of something, “did she distract you from achieving victory?”
“M-mom?!” Caitlyn spoke, caught off guard.
“Yeah! She batted her eyelashes and gave one of those giggly smiles, and I was so stupid that I… ugh, fell for it.”
Cassandra giggled. “Honestly, Caitlyn. You would stoop so low to steal her victory?”
“This is not what I thought you’d want to talk to her about when you mentioned a few questions, Mom.”
“That sounds like a failure of your imagination, darling,” Cassandra quipped.
Caitlyn pouted but didn’t put up much of an argument. When Vi subtly hid her face and giggled, she made a mental note of the image, almost as if intending to use it later.
“Do you have a career, Ms. Warwick?” Tobias asked.
Vi nodded, unsure whether to classify it as a career. “Kinda? I work at my father’s bar as a barkeep. Have any of you heard of The Last Drop, by any chance?”
“The prodigious drinking spot here in Zaun, correct?”
“That’s the fanciest way I’ve ever heard it be described,” Vi chuckled. “Yeah, that very one.”
“Do you aim to one day run the establishment or venture into other fields?” Cassandra inquired.
Vi rubbed the back of her neck, feeling nervous about the question. “Well… nothing’s certain yet. I had thought about maybe joining the Peanut Patrol or looking into private security groups before. But ya’know, that’s sorta the hope while realistically getting ready to take over the bar when Dad retires.”
“Hmm,” Cassandra chirped, looking at Caitlyn with a smile.
Caitlyn didn’t respond, rolling her eyes. “I don’t mean to pause the inquisition, but I wanted to let you know we’re picking up one more person along the way.”
“Is it grandma?”
Tobias laughed, slapping his knee a few times. “She’s hilarious.”
“You know Seraphine?” Caitlyn asked, ignoring Tobias.
“Seraphine ‘Superstar’ Song? How could I not? She’s probably one of the best idols out there. Hell of a person, too. Humanitarian, charitable, amazing. I’m uh, quite the fan of her music.”
“Guess who we’re picking up, then?” she responded.
“… Shut the fuck up,” Vi answered with a shock.
~
The limousine door opened, and the recognisable voice of the melodious icon hummed closer. Once safely inside, she nearly leapt into Caitlyn’s arms, wrapping her in a tight hug.
“Cait, oh my god, how are you?! It’s been ages, cutie.”
“I’m doing quite well, darling. And you are looking absolutely stunning.”
And stunning she was.
The rose-haired singer, with her ball gown adorned in Piltover’s finest trinkets and jewellery, certainly made an incredible first impression on Vi. For the better part of her later teenage years, she always held a secret crush on the superstar, likely helping her realise she was a lesbian. Coming this close to her was something she had never considered feasible. But there she was, in the flesh. It felt unreal, as if she were detached from her body and in a state of lucid dreaming.
“Serah, this is my date and a pro beach volleyball player, Violet Everlane Warwick.”
Seraphine scooted from Cait’s side all the way to Vi’s, charming her with a dazzling smile and a hug. “Good to meet you, Violet! I’m Seraphine Song, a bit of a musician,” she giggled.
Vi stammered, hoping desperately to get some words out before Seraphine thought she was weird.
“Ohhhhhhh, you’re a fan!” Seraphine smirked. “If I had to guess,” she looked Vi up and down, as if doing anything more than intuit purely, “I’d say you started listening to my stuff around… 16 years old.”
“H-how’d you know that?!” Vi felt embarrassed to be clocked so specifically.
Seraphine smiled and shrugged. “Dunno, I just got a good feeling about it.”
“I’ll say,” she chuckled. “I-If I could only ask for one photo, I’d—”
Seraphine leaned in and stuck her cheek together with Vi’s while pulling out her phone. “Say cheeeseee!”
Vi had little to no time to go from complete surprise to attempting her best at a smile as the phone’s flash went off, like 10,000 times in a second alone. Totally not exaggerating, eh? Once the limousine served its purpose as a photoshoot black site, Seraphine snuggled next to Vi, looking over the pictures. Of course, Vi needed another minute or two to recover from the shock and flash.
It almost seemed as if Vi perfectly recreated the War Flashback meme the way she stared off into the void.
“Oh, these look amazing!” Seraphine beheld. “What’s your number?”
“So many lights…”
Caitlyn giggled and looked over at her parents, who were all too busy giving her teasing smiles and raised eyebrows. She blushed and rolled her eyes, electing to ignore them if possible. “Here, let me help,” she said, grabbing the phone and adding Vi’s contact information to it. “Thanks, Serah.”
“Oh my god, of course! I love meeting new, awesome people.” She took the phone back, sending all the pictures Vi’s way. “Aaaaaand send!”
Vi, finally breaking from the stupor, reacted almost immediately to the flurry of messages on her phone with disbelief and gratitude. Besides generally being happy about meeting her musical idol, all she could think about was how to brag about this achievement to Jinx and rub it in her face.
Restauracja Granat
10:00 PM
After an interesting limo ride, Cassandra and Tobias had reached their destination and hopped off, setting out to enjoy their own dinner date. In no more than 10 minutes, the trio reached their destination. Granat was a well-known establishment, due in no small part to its discretion regarding its filthy-rich patrons and royal and noble members of high society who wished to hide from the more commonly visited ultra-class spots full of paparazzi, influencers and social vultures.
“Hey, Vi?” Seraphine whispered in Vi’s ear. “Wrap your arm around my waist.”
“You want me to hold you by the waist? Are you trying to make Cait jealous?”
“Nooooo comment,” Seraphine flashed a toothy smile.
“This is shameless, evil, and completely unnecessary. I’m in.”
Vi wrapped her arm around Seraphine’s waist while the singer slid her hand in the back pocket of Vi’s dress pants, cupping her butt cheek. As soon as Caitlyn was helped out of the limousine, the sight of the two women was the first thing she homed in on. The trap worked immediately. Her eye twitched, and she quietly huffed, unsure whether they were goofing around or trying to piss her off.
“Oh, you are so going to get it, Violet,” she redirected her jealousy.
For a moment, she remained quiet as they entered the restaurant, drawing some attention as they did. Seraphine, ever the charmer, waved, smiled, and met with a few people, leading Vi on a makeshift meet-and-greet. She made sure Vi’s hand ‘accidentally’ wandered below the waist a few times, just to drive her best friend crazy. When she had the chance, she glanced at Cait and gave her a growl, almost daring her to steal Vi from her grip.
“You absolute bitch,” Caitlyn mouthed.
So… she did.
She stepped between them, firmly moving Vi’s hand to her own butt cheek. She glared at Vi, almost daring her to rebut the reconquest, but of course, why would she? Vi, having successfully fondled two beautiful women, had no reason to fight against it and handily grabbed the bluenette's ass, pulling her closer. Just as Seraphine had schemed, now the two appeared the better part of inseparable.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Well, since you stole my date,” Seraphine accused with a smile, “maybe I should go get ready for my performance.”
“Good luck!” Vi nodded.
“Yeah, good luck, bitch.”
Seraphine assumed a dramatic face of shock, pretending Caitlyn’s comment hurt more than it did. “So mean. So hurtful. I might not even be able to sing because of the… indignity.”
“Oh, shut up,” Cait huffed with a smile, walking away with Vi to their booth.
~~~
The two sat away from most patrons in a private booth nearly all their own. It was more than likely reserved for members of House Kiramman, or perhaps, other equally important patrons requesting a bit more discretion than the rest of the restaurant usually proffered - a backroom within a backroom of sorts. Despite Jinx’s words, this section of Granat was indeed fancy-shmancy, much to Vi’s chagrin. In her mind, the only reason she was even allowed through the doors was because of the two socialite powerhouses that flanked her. She felt underdressed and out of her league.
“You sure seemed to enjoy touching her, didn’t you?” Caitlyn asked, taking a sip of her wine.
“It was only a prank, I swear!”
“Awfully handsy with your prank, weren’t you?” she asked once more, focusing on her wine glass.
“I’m not falling for your fake outrage, cupcake,” Vi answered.
That comment made Caitlyn pause. There was something inexplicable about that pet name she was interested in, and the pause all but confirmed its effectiveness. Vi reclaimed it without struggle, like a bloodless coup.
Vi scoffed, drinking from her own glass. “Good to know you still like hearing that.”
“You know what I’d like to hear?”
“What’s that, Lady Kira— hnnghh,” she tried to be sassy, but the second she felt Caitlyn playing footsie, she shut right up.
“You were saying, Violet?”
Her expression was quite similar to the one she flashed on the beach that cost Vi her volleyball game. But Vi was powerless against it. She wasn’t upset. She liked it. She enjoyed the feeling of Cait caressing her foot up and down her leg. It caused her to short-circuit and forget every word she wanted to say.
“Good girl. That’s what I thought.”
Vi looked around, almost worried they’d be spotted, trying to keep her composure. Those two words were far more effective than even she knew them to be. Caitlyn was the complete opposite, being as blatant as possible, almost hoping anyone walking by would catch them. When Vi made her move to close the blinds of the booth, if even by a little bit, Caitlyn pounced, petting Vi’s groin with her foot. She froze, staring at the bluenette with fear, speechless.
“Nuh-uh, we’re not hiding.”
“Cait.”
“Tell me what you thought about my ensemble,” she licked her lips. “The second you stepped inside the limousine, you eyed me like I was a sweet treat… ready to be unwrapped and eaten.”
“Cait… if you keep doing that, my—”
“Pants will get wet? I sure hope so,” she giggled deviously. “Mmm… what a shame that would be, eh?”
Vi looked below the table, paying close attention to Caitlyn’s hosed leg and how her fingers wiggled in all the right places. She let out tiny gasps of pleasure, doing her damndest to be as quiet as possible.
“I thought you looked… fantastic, Cait. The moment I saw you, all my nerves were gone with the wind. I mean,” Vi grunted, “you could have anyone in this goddamn city. But you chose me. You looked at me, and you chose me. You must’ve thought I was worth your time or something. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
Caitlyn blushed, not really expecting such a sweet and meaningful response to her question. It struck her as genuine, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear. “You know… I realise my attitude makes it seem like I do this kind of thing a lot, but I promise, I don’t.”
“Oh?”
“I’m a flirt and a tease, yes, but I’m not… loose.”
“Then, if I may, why me, cupcake?”
Vi noticed how the word could make her stop in her tracks. She felt her as Caitlyn’s foot stopped brushing up against her for a moment. She smiled, knowing this was a weakness she could exploit.
“Why not you?” Caitlyn drank from her wine. “Jayce spoke so highly of you, and when I finally saw you with my own eyes?”
“Yeah?” Vi pounced, grabbing her foot and massaging it.
Caitlyn gasped, breath hitching the second she felt Vi’s fingers massaging her.
Vi grinned. “What did you think when you saw me, hm?”
The tables had turned.
Now Caitlyn was at her mercy, and the deeper those fingers massaged her foot, the more Caitlyn slid down her chair, enjoying it greatly.
“I thought, mmmghaa, you were beautiful.”
“Just beautiful?”
“Took me watching you play and noticing that charming personality of yours to really make me want to explore everything you had to offer.”
“And sabotaging me.”
“I didn’t— hnnngghh, fuck,” she moaned, feeling Vi’s fingers grip her tighter.
“Yes, you did.”
“So what?” Caitlyn straightened. “Hm? What are you going to do about it?”
Her tone was sharp and oozed control. Vi felt as Caitlyn’s foot slipped out of her hands, replaced by emptiness. The moment she dared speak again, Caitlyn lunged her arm and held Vi’s throat, tightening just enough to keep her quiet.
“You’ll do nothing but listen and obey, won’t you, darling?”
Something in Vi wanted to lash out at her desperately. It felt humiliating, degrading, and absurd that she was being asked to submit like a puppy to their master. Yet, that’s exactly what she did, because it’s exactly what she wanted. She may have felt a stir when Caitlyn’s foot massaged her groin, but just those utterances of commands were enough to get her properly wet.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” Caitlyn whispered. “Now, get up.”
Make Her Quiet
10:40 PM
The bathroom doors flung open as Caitlyn pushed Vi inside, kissing her repeatedly. Her hands travelled all over Vi’s body – her waist, her breast, and her neck were all prime targets for the taking, and taken they would be. She pulled Vi’s hair and feasted on her neck, eliciting moans from the rose-haired girl. Vi bit her lip, undoing Cait’s pants and slipping her hand inside. She felt around for the fabric of her underwear, only to realise the bluenette had none.
Caitlyn stopped to gaze at Vi, smiling. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t find what you were looking for?”
“Oh, I found exactly what I wanted,” she responded, massaging Cait’s clit rhythmically.
Unlike Vi, Caitlyn had no fear of being caught, nor any desire for the preservation of her image, so she loudly moaned as Vi touched all the right places. But once again, Vi felt that power return to her hands. Caitlyn was putty in her arms, reacting only to her and to the things she did. She grabbed the bluenette by the throat, holding her against the wall as she kissed and tongued her.
“That’ll keep you quiet, cupcake,” she growled.
Just as things were reaching a tipping point, footsteps approached. Vi’s eyes widened, and she instinctively hoisted Caitlyn over her shoulder, scuttling to the nearest stall and locking the door. The bathroom doors opened, and two women stepped in, checking their makeup and taking over the scene. Caitlyn stood on the toilet seat, peeking over the stall, and recognised one of the ladies. She smirked, stepping down from the toilet carefully.
“Oh gods, what are we doing here?” Vi asked.
“You were getting to know me pretty well,” Caitlyn bit her lip, still in the mood for more. “Why’d you stop?”
She kissed Vi’s neck, resuming the offensive without a care in the world. Vi gasped, gently pulling Caitlyn off her. “Are you crazy? There are two people right outside!” she whispered.
“So?” She answered, unlatching the door.
Vi struggled to latch it again, looking at her incredulously. “Cait!”
Caitlyn giggled, enjoying every bit of the torment Vi went through. “Yes, beautiful?”
All the while, the two women spoke sweet nothings about their dates, the restaurant’s atmosphere, and Seraphine’s wonderful music.
~
Woman-in-Red
“Did you notice Elysia was wearing the blue earrings?”
Woman-in-White
“Yes! They looked beautiful on her, didn’t they?”
Woman-in-Red
“Best choice, honestly.”
“What are the chances she finds Mr. Right tonight?”
Woman-in-White
“Who exactly is Mr. Right tonight?”
“Surely not Congressman Winters.”
~
“You hear that?” Caitlyn asked. “We should tell the congressman about—”
“Cait, please, shut the fuck up,” Vi pleaded, hands firmly grabbing her ass.
“Hmmm, then again, the congressman might—”
It was at that moment when it hit her.
If Vi wanted Caitlyn to be quiet…
She had to make her quiet.
Vi grabbed Cait’s neck again and kissed her. She pushed her against the stall door, which caused silence from the occupants for but a moment before they resumed their chatter. Vi knelt, fully undoing Cait’s dress pants and helped them drop to the ground. She took in the sight of the beautiful, wet cunt before her and the landing strip on top of it, licking her lips in delight.
“If you won’t shut up, I’ll just have to make you,” Vi argued.
“That’ll teach me…”
Vi blew warm air from her mouth on Caitlyn’s lips, letting them twitch and drip further before teasing her with a single, wet lick. Caitlyn bit her lip, blushing redder than her lipstick. She was so sorely tempted to let the stall door fly open and expose them both to these two women – maybe even get kicked out of the restaurant for going all the way. Her own imagination made her wetter, holding onto Vi’s hair for dear life.
The women outside finally finished their chatter and makeup, slowly filtering out of the bathroom just at the moment Caitlyn’s intrusive thoughts had finally won, stepping away from the stall door before opening it. Vi watched in abject horror as it opened, but felt relief the second she saw the bathroom was empty. However, despite avoiding one narrow escape, Vi did not feel the immediate need to hide once again.
Quite the opposite.
Vi wanted to experience the thrill a bit more.
With a stern yet gentle touch, she lifted Caitlyn by the waist and sat her on the vanity. Vi slipped off the bluenette’s dress pants and spread her open. She paused to gawk at her with an expression of pure, unfettered passion.
“My, oh, my,” Caitlyn huffed. “Someone’s hungry after all that teasing, isn’t she?”
Vi gave no response. Instead, she walked closer and slipped two of her fingers into Caitlyn’s mouth to suck on, while she knelt and ate her out once more. Caitlyn moaned and gagged, enjoying this beautiful moment to its fullest. Outside in the main room, Seraphine’s musical performance had begun, and all patrons were likely to be quite distracted from bothering them for the time being. But wouldn’t it be such a sight if they did?
Could you imagine?
A rose-haired girl on her knees, sticking her fingers into another woman’s mouth whilst nibbling on her slick-wet cunt rapturously. Then, a bluenette on her back, spread open and kept quiet by those beautiful fingers, causing her to choke and gag. A beautiful sight. Beautiful music. And two beauties transfixed in one another. Paradise in human form.
Caitlyn moaned louder and faster, her only signal to Vi of what was to come. In response, she darted her tongue, focusing on Caitlyn’s clit and tightened her grip. Caitlyn held onto that beautiful rose mane, pushing the girl deeper within as she felt close to climaxing. She coiled her legs around Vi’s neck and played with her own nipples, drooling from the ecstasy. The second her back arched, Vi nibbled until she came.
The nectar of life.
Gifted so beautifully by Caitlyn Kiramman, the socialite princess of Piltover.
What sweet nectar it was.
Vi enjoyed every last drop she could offer, licking up every bit that didn’t hit her squarely in the face. She was overwhelmed, gently licking her pussy in an effort to keep her dry, but it only caused the opposite effect. After a moment, she took her fingers out of Caitlyn’s mouth, finally letting the bluenette talk again.
~
“I knew my intuition wasn’t wrong when I saw you.”
“Cait…”
“Mmm… my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth, Violet.”
Applause rang out from outside, which meant the performance was effectively over. Vi shot up, realising that meant people would definitely be heading for the bathrooms again. Her entire demeanour changed back to that of fear, trying her best to help Caitlyn redress… all while realising Caitlyn was doing next to fuck all to help herself.
“Come on! You need to get dressed.”
Caitlyn only giggled, staring at her. “But it’s so comfy.”
“Cait!”
“A shame we don’t have more time… I would’ve loved to use this on you.”
Caitlyn pulled a fancy hex bullet sex toy from her jacket pocket, showing it off to Vi. She looked at Cait with disbelief, sighing at the lost opportunity.
“You little… You pull that out now?!”
“There’s still time, you know.”
“Fuck no, there isn’t! We’re gonna get caught any second.”
“I don’t mean in here,” she straightened up.
Vi thought about it for a second and realised the implication. “Oh, fuck no.”
Caitlyn smiled, licking her lips. “Yes.”
“No chance.”
Caitlyn only smiled, wiggling the toy betwixt her fingers.
“… Fuck.”
Singing Your Praises
11:00 PM
“Your food’s getting cold, darling,” Caitlyn purred.
“Mmmghhahh… I wonder, hnngghhh, why…” Vi struggled to speak.
Just as she teased, Caitlyn made good on her promise. She outfitted Vi with the hex toy and used her phone as its remote, working her magic through it. She alternated between strong vibrations, pulsating flashes, slow, deep thrusts - everything. During this moment, a waiter came by, offering refills for their water glasses and a new bottle of wine. The good stuff. The rare stuff. The kind of stuff Vi always dreamed of drinking one day but knew she could never afford. Yet here it was in front of her very eyes, and all she wanted was for this person to leave so she could cum in peace, dreaming of how to drink it off of Caitlyn’s body.
“Thank you,” Caitlyn dismissed the man courteously, watching Vi as she writhed.
She looked over at the table from afar, knowing only one person could be so carelessly peeking in their direction. Seraphine. She locked eyes with Caitlyn and paid attention to Vi as she twitched and spasmed, wondering if the bluenette was doing exactly what she imagined. When Caitlyn slyly wiggled the phone for her to view, she knew Vi was caught in the spider’s web, helpless to do anything about it.
“Cait, mmmpphh…”
Caitlyn ignored her cries, uncorking the wine bottle and licking the neck of the bottle. Vi gawked at the sight, lost in both her own pleasure and all the imagination she could concoct. She watched as this woman, this beautiful upper-class woman, made of pure kyanite and refinement, shamelessly used this bottle to further elucidate her intentions with Vi.
“… Suck it,” Vi begged.
“Suck it, what, beautiful?”
“Suck the bottle, please.”
Caitlyn grinned, satisfied. “Good girl.”
In keeping with her sinful authority, Caitlyn let her phone go near the wine glasses—where Vi could easily reach if she truly wished to—knowing damn well the rose-haired girl would do nothing to stop her own suffering. She brushed her own hair back behind her ear, licking the rim of the bottle whilst staring.
“Cait…”
Caitlyn moaned upon hearing her name, dropping her spit into the wine as she sucked on the bottle as deep as she could without gagging. Vi groaned, feeling herself get closer, growing bolder by the second. She lowered her dress pants to avoid them soaking up all her juices, once again lost to the concept of shame should they be caught. Caitlyn capitalised and raised the bullet’s strength as Vi’s voice rose while unbuckling her own pants.
“If I could do what I want,” Vi moaned, “I’d—”
Caitlyn stood, letting the bottle rest on the table as she closed the blinds forcefully. “I don’t want to hear it. I want you to do it.”
~
Vi cleared the table, saving only the wine bottle, and laid Caitlyn on it, as if she were the main course of the night. Emboldened, her desires aflame, she undressed the lady Kiramman fully, causing her to giggle ecstatically. She watched on as Vi, still under the effects of the hex bullet, clung to life just by focusing on letting those beautiful fantasies of hers play out.
“I’ve always wanted to drink this wine,” Vi said. She poured some of it all over Caitlyn’s beautiful, glowing, snow-white skin, letting the excess cascade down her figure and onto the silk-white tablecloth. “Now, I guess I will, after all.”
“Yes, drink—” Caitlyn gasped as Vi’s tongue scooped up the wine from her skin.
Vi shuddered as she felt herself close. In a stroke of genius, she crawled up the table, nearly lying on top of Caitlyn, and ground their groins together. With the vibrations provided by the hex bullet, Caitlyn squirmed, kept quiet only by the dance of their tongues. Curling her toes, Vi finally let herself climax, letting her cum spread all over Caitlyn.
“Gods, you’re amazing, Violet.”
“I should be the one singing your praises, cupcake.”
“I don’t want this… dinner to end,” she confessed after a giggle.
“If anyone would’ve ever told me I’d have my hands all over a naked Kiramman after she tried seducing me, and fucking succeeded, might I add, I would’ve laughed in their face,” Vi scoffed. “Absurd, right?”
“Totally.”
“And yet…”
“And yet you did. And kissed one. And tasted one. And just about fucked one.”
Vi laughed, bewildered as reality finally hit her. This was certainly not what she had in mind starting the night, nor where she envisioned it going, but given everything she’d gone through, there was certainly no complaint.
“Maybe we should rectify—”
Before she could whisper her desires, the creak of the table forced their silence until the table broke under them. They both tumbled and fell, certain that now, with all the ruckus, the staff were about to discover the salacious truth of their misadventure.
“Oh fuck. Cait, here,” Vi panicked as she gathered her clothes. “I’ll keep ‘em busy. Just—”
The blinds opened, but thankfully for them both, the staff were on one side of the table, and a naked Caitlyn cowered in the other, dressing as quietly as she could.
“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses there,” Vi snapped at the waiters.
“Are you alright, ma’am? Is…”
“Lady Kiramman is fine; she just happened to get wine on her clothes. Do any of you have a spare coat?” The more Vi talked, the more time it bought Caitlyn to redress. Somehow, she knew exactly what to say without missing a beat. “We don’t want anyone spreading gossip or exaggerating things, right?”
The staff understood the message loud and clear. Caitlyn wanted to avoid the prying eyes of the people, especially the media vultures and click-hungry influencers. They closed the blinds and scurried away to find a coat. Vi chuckled, looking over herself and the wine stains on her clothes.
“I really liked this suit,” Vi lamented. “Guess it’s getting an early funeral.”
“How do you think I feel?” Caitlyn chuckled, standing up, fully dressed.
“I can think of a few responses to that.”
“Be thankful you don’t have to sit in the limousine with your parents and explain why you’re covered in steak juice and wine after everything we’ve… done… Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
Fuck.
A Second Date
12:00 AM
“Can you explain that again, Cait?” Cassandra asked, taking in the sight of her daughter. “I’m not quite sure I understand.”
“Mom, for the last time. Vi was teasing me about the stupid volleyball game, and in my pride, I tried to prove a point about my yoga and balance. I wanted to prove to her that I could’ve won even if I… teased her.” Caitlyn sighed dramatically.
Vi did her best to avoid displaying the embarrassment she felt, hiding half her face under her own hands. She also swore to avoid eye contact with Seraphine, knowing there was no way in all Runeterra the rose-haired idol didn’t know what the two were doing all night.
“So, I foolishly hopped on the table and acted impulsively to prove my point, and….” She waved her arms over herself, making it clear the result was obvious. “Despite her teasing, it is not Violet’s fault. It’s squarely on me.”
“Let me get this straight. First, you sabotage her volleyball game, and now you make a fool of yourself, ruining both of your suits in the process?” Tobias chuckled. “Honestly, Cait. It’s like you wanted things to go wrong.”
Caitlyn pouted, crossing her arms. “Absolutely not!”
“You’ve seemingly enjoyed teasing her. I see why she couldn’t respond in kind.”
“Thaaaank you!” Violet sighed in relief.
Cassandra giggled. “Don’t worry, Ms. Warwick, we’ll pay for a new suit.”
“Thanks, but you really don’t have to,” she smiled. “Despite losing the suit, I wouldn’t trade my time with her for the world. Maybe the fact our date ended in a bit of a disaster means we need a second date to make up for it?”
Cassandra, Tobias and Seraphine stared at Caitlyn, adding pressure to the already embarrassed bluenette. Her cheeks flushed, and a small smile crept out, having no energy to play the teasing game for the remainder of the night - or the morning, by this point.
“I would love a second date, Violet.”
Vi felt the nerves get the better of her again, but chose to act on impulse, one final time. She leaned in and gave Caitlyn a soft kiss on the lips, ignoring the existence of the other passengers for a moment. For once in her life, Caitlyn had been out-teased, and now she was the stammering fool with no words to offer.
Cassandra looked at Tobias with an expression only parents would understand. They knew. Oh, it was as if written in stone, and they had a front-row seat to witness fate play its game out. Perhaps they could sweeten the deal and push them closer to the inevitable.
“You know, House Kiramman is always on the lookout for strong talent like yours, Ms. Warwick.”
“Talent like mine?” Vi asked.
“We’d like to offer you a job, dear. Would you like to work for us?”
Caitlyn’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what?!”
“Personally,” Cassandra continued, “my husband and I would feel much better if our daughter had a bodyguard we could trust. I’m sure she could use the… protection.”
“Please, take some time to think about it. Job offer’s not going anywhere anytime soon,” Tobias added.
Vi felt as if she was being pranked. For a moment, she laughed like she was told the funniest joke in the world, until she realised no one else was laughing.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Not even a little,” he answered.
“Holy fuck!” She immediately cleared her throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Think about it, Violet,” Seraphine chimed in. “If you accept, that means we can hang out more! And you could really rub it in Jinx’s nose, if you think about it.”
“Oh fuck, you’re right! I’m so in.”
Ding!
Vi checked her phone and noticed a text from Jinx’s phone. She wondered what she was doing up so late until she read the contents of the message.
~
Jinx
“Jinx and I are officially together 🤭😉❤️”
- Lux
~
“Well, it’s about goddamn time,” Vi smiled.
A beautiful end to a wonderful night. Vi was glad that she wasn’t the only one who found some semblance of happiness in this night - her sister found happiness with her long-time crush, she had secured a second date with Caitlyn Kiramman, and she received a new job offer. Could it possibly get any better?
And with that, another chapter in the adventures of the Warwick family closes. ‘Till we meet again.