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It was a bit ridiculous that in a house as large and with as many rooms as Kiramman house, Vi and Caitlyn could not find more than a moment to be alone together.

There wasn’t a family member left who hadn’t walked in on them in the short time since they’d been together. It was a bit more understandable at the Last Drop, less so in the streets of Piltover or alleyways of Zaun. Just that morning, their breakfast date had been crashed by both Mylo and Claggor, who had completely missed their blushing and bashful faces, taking over their table to talk about their latest project while Vi and Caitlyn subtly held hands between their chairs.

Now, they were hiding in the far corners of Kiramman house, in a room that Caitlyn swore no one had entered since she’d grown out of piano lessons, after Tobias had accidentally chased them out of the library.

Vi had Caitlyn pressed against the wall, nestled in between two very old and very valuable Ionian landscapes. One of them was hanging at a precarious angle after Caitlyn’s elbow had bumped it in her haste to get her hands on Vi, though neither of them paid it any mind. Their eyes were closed, hands wandering each other’s bodies as Vi pressed her mouth to Caitlhyn’s in a searing kiss.

Caitlyn was pretty sure she was addicted to Vi’s kisses at this point.

The way she pressed her strong hands along Caitlyn’s jaw to hold her in place while she moaned against her lips, “Baby,” and, “Cait,” and then, “Fuck, I need you.”

Ordinarily, the hot, desperate desire in Vi’s voice as those words fell from her lips would be enough to make Caitlyn’s knees weak. But the rush of want that coursed through her then was like nothing she had ever experienced. She pulled back, gasping, suddenly overwhelmed with the depth of feeling coursing over their bond, the warmth in her belly doubling as Vi stared back at her, lips parted in shock.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Caitlyn raised her hand, carefully bringing it up to brush along Vi’s jaw. She felt the swoop in her own stomach as Vi’s breathing stuttered. Vi’s hands flexed in her hair, and Caitlyn knew from the way her eyes widened that Vi felt the way it made heat erupt beneath her skin.

They had been feeling more and more sensations coming across from each other recently, but this was new.

When Vi leaned in to kiss Caitlyn again, her lips were as soft as they ever were, but there was a new kind of steel behind them now. Briefly, Caitlyn wondered if she should be embarrassed, knowing that Vi could feel exactly how her touch and her smell and her perfect presence was driving Caitlyn wild. But she could feel it, too, how Vi’s heart raced when she trailed her hand up her spine and settled against the broad planes of her shoulders.

Caitlyn almost laughed. This was Vi. Her Vi, her soulmate–there was nothing to be embarrassed about, not when it came to them.

“I love you.”

She felt her skin erupt in goosebumps at the rush of happiness that swept through her, settling in her chest like a cat before a hearth. The want was still there–very much so, as Vi pulled away, her lips kiss-swollen and perfect–but it seemed content to take the back seat for a moment as Vi tilted her head forward, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you, too.”

The words brushed against Caitlyn’s skin, and she expected them to be followed by Vi’s lips. But when Vi leaned in again, she bypassed Caitlyn’s mouth entirely, peppering kisses across her jaw to nuzzle sweetly into the spot where Caitlyn’s pulse was racing. She grinned when Caitlyn whimpered, opening her mouth to bite down on Caitlyn’s shoulder.

It felt amazing, but Caitlyn wouldn’t be bested. She pushed one leg between Vi’s, feeling the press of it against her own core as Vi gasped, rolling her hips against Caitlyn reflexively.

“Shit,” she groaned, though Caitlyn couldn’t be sure if it was from pleasure, or because she, too, had heard the sound of approaching voices echoing down the hallway.

“Not again,” Caitlyn hissed, her head falling back against the wall in disappointment. She glared up at the ceiling as Vi’s head dropped onto her shoulder, burying her disbelieving laughter in the crook of her neck.

“They have to be doing it on purpose.”

“I don’t think they are,” Caitlyn replied gloomily. “We’re just that unlucky.”

Vi laughed again. Her hands had fallen from Caitlyn’s hair, and were now lightly gripping her biceps. Her thumbs brushed gentle patterns through her sleeve. “It’s terrible to have so many people in our lives who like spending time with us.”

“Terrible,” Caitlyn agreed, already grinning as Vi lifted her head to share a fond smile with her.

The thought of pulling herself away from Vi now was more than Caitlyn could bear, but they were once again out of time. She still couldn’t resist leaning in for one more kiss, murmuring before they parted, “Next time, I’ll make sure we’re not interrupted.”

Vi chuckled, dropping her hands down to tangle her fingers with Caitlyn’s.

“Sounds like a plan to me, Cupcake.”

Somehow, they found the willpower to tear themselves apart, just in time for all four of their siblings, plus Mel and Ekko, to pour into the room.

“There you guys are,” Claggor declared when he caught sight of them, at the same time that Jayce asked, “What are you doing all the way down here?”

It was Mylo who glanced down at their still-entwined hands, and the scant few inches they had managed to put between them, pulling his face back into a teasing grimace. “Sheesh, you two, get a room.”

Vi chuckled nervously, ducking her head, but Caitlyn caught Mel’s eye, and saw her sister-in-law's elegant eyebrows raise in sympathy.

An idea came to her then.

“Mel,” she began casually, giving Vi’s hand a reassuring squeeze when she felt her soulmate’s gaze on her face, “could I have a word?”

Less than an hour later, everything was arranged.

They returned to where their families were gathered in the sitting room with Caitlyn’s head buzzing. Mel slipped over to Jayce’s side like she hadn’t just given Caitlyn the greatest gift she’d ever received, her serene expression giving absolutely nothing away. Caitlyn, meanwhile, almost tripped over her own feet before she sank onto the sofa beside Vi, too busy staring at her soulmate’s increasingly confused face to pay attention to her own limbs.

“Is…everything okay?” Vi asked cautiously.

“Everything’s perfect.” Caitlyn reached over to take Vi’s hand in hers, unable to hold back her grin any longer. “Fantastic, even.”

Then she leaned in, whispering the plan she had just hatched with Mel’s assistance into Vi’s ear. When she pulled back, Vi’s eyes were wide, but Caitlyn’s fingertips were prickling with her nervous excitement.

“Oh,” Vi finally said, her voice tiny, blue-grey eyes turning sterling as they stared up at Caitlyn, “oh.”

Caitlyn couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the evening. Considering they were having dinner with their families, she had to force herself not to look in Vi’s direction, sure that her face was as hot as the desire still burning beneath her skin. By the time the meal was over, she was almost relieved to see Vi out for the night, if only so she could catch her breath, adjust to the new sensations coursing through her body in the peace and quiet of her bedroom.

That only lasted until she finally dragged her eyes up to Vi’s face.

She wasn’t even aware of making the decision to pull her in until she’d already done it, pressing her lips against Vi’s in a chaste kiss goodnight that still made their siblings make faux gagging noises.

“Goodnight,” she said quietly, squeezing Vi’s hand as she took a careful step backwards.

Things did not get better once she was alone. Caitlyn was laying flat on her back in the middle of her bed, but her heart was beating as hard as if she’d just been running a marathon. She felt restless, and desperate, knowing that the person she wanted to be beside more than anything was already miles away.

She knew what the next best thing would be. Her fingers drifted almost unconsciously over her midriff, but she stopped herself before they could go any lower.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t do that. She just…hadn’t, not since before she and Vi had finally allowed themselves to be together. She knew that Vi hadn’t either. They hadn’t talked about it, though, not since they were kids, hormonal and inquisitive about their own bodies, but also mortified at the thought of the other knowing about it. It was one of the awkward sides of being soulmates, that they were forced to share this intimate knowledge of each other no matter the status of their romantic lives. They had put strict ground rules in place then, ones that both Vi and Caitlyn had followed all these years.

Now, though…things had changed. Their relationship had changed, and Caitlyn had lost count of how many nights she’d stared up at the ceiling these last few weeks, breathless and frustrated with want but unable to cross that line.

She was terrified of making Vi uncomfortable, of ruining this fragile, perfect thing between them.

Her heart must have been racing hard enough to be felt clear across the bridge, because suddenly, she felt the gentle scratch of a fingernail along her hip bone.

Caitlyn smiled, all of the pent up frustration of the night banking for a moment at the sweet gesture from her soulmate. She rolled onto her back to return the touch with one of her own. Not every touch transferred over the soulmate bond–that would be enough to drive anyone insane–but Caitlyn knew exactly which ones would. Scratches were easy, like Vi was doing now, but with a wicked grin, Caitlyn dug her own fingers into the space beneath her ribs, where she knew Vi was ticklish.

She laughed at the sensation of invisible fingers flicking her shoulder, apologized by dragging her own nails gently over the same spot. She knew she was forgiven when she felt Vi’s fingertips wrap around her waist, squeezing it gently.

She figured that would be it, and prepared herself to face another restless night, when she felt another tap against her skin. This one was higher, just to the left of the mole that sat above her hip. A second scratch traced a circle against her thigh, slow and steady.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched.

Slowly, Vi’s touch traveled upward. She explored her own body, and by extension, Caitlyn’s, slowly and carefully. It was a strange sensation, being so purposefully touched like this by invisible hands, but when Caitlyn closed her eyes, she could imagine Vi really was there. She pictured Vi’s strong hands, how they could be so gentle with her like they were now. It was doing nothing for the wave of lust that still threatened to overwhelm her, but it felt too good to care. An answering heat came through their bond, and it relaxed her even as she felt herself coiling in anticipation, knowing that as far apart as they were, she and Vi still wanted the same thing.

Caitlyn couldn’t resist sliding her own hand up to cup her breast, imagining that it filled her palm differently, smaller but firmer, surrounded by wide, strong shoulders. Vi’s hand disappeared from her skin, and Caitlyn had a split second to worry that she’d gone too far before it reappeared, tracing along the flare of Caitlyn’s hipbone once again.

This time, it kept going, lower, and deeper. Caitlyn’s breath hitched again as Vi’s finger brushed beneath the fabric of her underwear, the touch so soft she could barely even feel it anymore.

She felt frozen in place, shocked and thrilled by this development. Luckily, no such spell had been cast on Vi. Caitlyn gasped, squeezing her own breast reflexively as the sensation between her legs changed. She could no longer feel the gentle scratch of Vi’s touch. It had been replaced by an even gentler pressure, moving in tentative circles against her clit that sent sparks rocketing up Caitlyn’s spine.

Her hands flew down to the sheets, and she held onto them for dear life, sure that she was about to explode from the sheer pleasure of finally feeling Vi’s fingers against her.

Logically, she knew that wasn’t what was really happening, that what she felt was just the echo of what Vi was doing to herself. But that was what it felt like, Vi’s own pleasure coiling around hers and heightening it, somehow, making her writhe against the mattress, desperate for more.

Some small part of her thought that she should reciprocate, but she was too afraid to move, too afraid that she had misread whatever was happening and that Vi would stop, shocked or embarrassed to be caught out like this. She clawed at her sheets, widening her legs as if she could give Vi better access to her own cunt.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy, frantic breathing.

She felt the ghost of Vi’s fingers begin to slow, then still, as if she had taken Caitlyn’s stillness as a rebuff, that it was Caitlyn who might not want this. It was that thought that finally pushed Caitlyn over the edge. She plunged her fingers into her sleep shorts, two fingers sliding over her folds with a needy gasp.

She wondered if she was imagining the rumble of a moan in her throat, but she didn’t think so. She could picture Vi’s face as she did it, the way her cheeks would flush as she pressed her hand against her mouth, burying the sound before someone could hear it. She threw her own head back and moaned for the both of them when Vi pressed down harder, her fingers moving quicker now, matching Caitlyn’s pace.

Caitlyn gasped. She had never been this wet in her life. Her fingers were dripping with it, making lewd noises with every pass, but she couldn’t stop.

It was too much.

It was perfect.

If she could open her eyes, Caitlyn was sure they would be crossed with pleasure. She kept them screwed shut, dropping her mouth open instead with heavy pants as she felt her orgasm approaching. Vi’s rhythm had stuttered, grown harsher, and Caitlyn knew that she was close, too. She had felt these waves of pleasure echo over their bond before, but never like this, never tied to her own frantic need.

“Violet,” she cried out, wishing that Vi was beside her, that it really was her fingers making Caitlyn’s toes curl and her back arch against the mattress.

It didn’t matter, though, because she could feel Vi’s pulse thrumming and her heart racing and her pleasure rocketing higher and higher. She pressed her own fingers harder against her clit, the way Vi seemed to like, wanting to be the one to push her over that ledge.

A moment later, she threw her head back with a wail as she felt Vi shatter, bolts of pleasure pushing her hips up into her own grip until she fell, too.

Caitlyn’s mouth hung open with a silent scream. Her orgasm crested just as the wave of Vi’s began again, pushing them right back into ecstasy without the chance to breathe. She didn’t want to, anyway, not if it took a second of attention away from this moment. Her hand had stopped moving entirely, just pressing against her core as it throbbed, almost painful, desperately delicious. She inhaled raggedly, only for all the air to be pushed right past her lips as another wave made her whimper and thrust up into her own touch, mirrored and amplified by the feelings coming through her bond with Vi.

She felt a tug against her scalp, imagined Vi tangling her fingers in her hair as their orgasms finally began to recede, her body still twitching with aftershocks and her beautiful face open and radiant.

It was almost enough to push Caitlyn over the edge again, if her entire body hadn’t already collapsed against the mattress. She was shaking, chest heaving, as she stared up at the canopy of her bed. She couldn’t quite believe what they had just done, or that they had waited so long to do it.

She didn’t think she would survive the wait before they could do it again, this time in person.

“Shit,” she gasped, covering her burning face with shaking hands, “shit.”

The hotel, Caitlyn was sure, was beautiful.

She didn’t care.

She walked through the lobby without sparing a single glance at any of the decor, recovering herself only long enough to politely greet the desk clerk as she and Vi passed by, heading straight for the elevator. Neither of them had spoken much since meeting outside Kiramman house that morning. Vi hadn’t even pulled Caitlyn in for her usual greeting kiss, though Caitlyn thought that was probably a good thing. She didn’t think she could restrain herself any longer, not after what they’d done last night, and not before what they were about to do now.

The elevator doors closed, and a long moment passed in silence before they realized that it hadn’t yet moved.

“Which floor?” Vi asked sheepishly, hand already raised towards the panel of buttons that they had both entirely forgotten to press.

Caitlyn cleared her throat, the key that Mel had passed to her heavy in her pocket.

“Top floor.”

The button illuminated as it was pressed, and Caitlyn slid the penthouse key into the slot, and the elevator finally rumbled to life. When they glanced at each other again, they couldn’t hold back their slightly embarrassed laughter any longer, both of them instantly relaxing now that they were behind closed doors.

Alone.

Together.

Their laughter died away, and Vi turned to face Caitlyn. They looked at each other for a moment, before Vi closed the distance they had kept between them with one slow, careful step. Caitlyn pressed herself against the elevator wall, reaching out to bring Vi with her with one hand on the lapel of her jacket, tilting her chin up until Vi's lips were a hairsbreadth from hers. She exhaled one last, shaky gasp, her entire body locked in excited anticipation that she could feel mirrored by Vi.

She leaned in, and Vi did, too, all of the pent-up lust pouring out of them both in an unstoppable rush as their mouths crashed together.

Vi pulled Caitlyn’s hand off of her jacket, pinning it to the elevator wall instead as she pushed her tongue past Caitlyn’s lips. Neither stayed there for long, and Caitlyn let her head fall back when Vi kissed her neck instead, her hands moving up to the exposed skin of Caitlyn’s throat. There was no trace of their earlier shyness left, as Vi’s lips returned to Caitlyn’s, moaning against her mouth when Caitlyn’s hands slid up her body.

She kept them moving, up the strong lines of Vi’s stomach, around the swell of her breasts and shoulders. She straightened to her full height, walking them backwards until it was Vi who was pressed against the elevator wall, Vi who was cradled between Caitlyn’s arms, and Vi whose mouth opened to Caitlyn’s gentle tongue.

Her hands explored, too, falling from Caitlyn’s hair down to her stomach, then up, up to cup Caitlyn’s breasts in her palms.

“Fuck,” Caitlyn gasped, because it was better, so much better than it had been last night, with Vi’s touch substantial and real against her.

Distantly, she was aware of the gentle vibrations of the elevator stopping, but it didn’t mean anything to her lust-addled brain. Not until, with a polite ding!, the doors opened, revealing the grandeur of the Medarda suite to Vi’s shocked gaze.

Thank you, Mel, Caitlyn thought hazily, kiss-drunk, as she pulled Vi out of the elevator.

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The sheer opulence of the room they found themselves in startled Vi out of the cloud of lust she’d been surrounded by for the first time all morning. She’d gotten used to the lifestyle that the Kirammans led over the years, but the Medardas were on a level that even Caitlyn seemed a bit shocked by.

It was enough to knock them both out of the confidence they had regained in the elevator, at least.

Vi allowed a little more space to come between her and Caitlyn as she was led through the sitting room, catching her breath after their moment in the elevator as she observed the room. The entire back wall was made up of windows, which opened to a spectacular view of Piltover beyond it. The room itself was draped in heavy red and gold furniture, and for the first time in a long time, Vi found herself worried about what her boots might trail across the plush carpet as they walked across it.

Caitlyn stopped walking, drawing Vi’s gaze back to her. They were still holding hands, and Vi could feel the small, almost imperceptible tremble in Caitlyn’s fingers as well as she could feel the nerves that caused it coming through their bond.

“Do you…want anything?” Caitlyn asked, gesturing over at the fully stocked bar that lined the right side of the room, and the doorway leading to what looked like a full kitchen beside it.

“Um,” Vi hedged, because she thought her honest answer of, “You,” might be a bit too much, even for them. “Water?”

She regretted saying it as soon as Caitlyn separated their hands to go find some, leaving her alone in the middle of the too-large room. Not sure what to do with herself, and afraid to break anything, she perched on the edge of the enormous sofa. Her cheeks felt hot, so she decided to shed her leather jacket, folding it over the armrest. It didn’t help, nor did rolling up her sleeves past her elbows. She was still burning up, a heat that rippled and gutted underneath her skin, but before she could calm it, Caitlyn stepped back into the room.

She stopped short when she saw Vi’s discarded jacket, gaze trailing slowly between it and Vi’s exposed forearms. It lingered on the tattoos as another wave of heat rolled over Vi, starting low in her belly and spreading all the way down to her toes.

She stifled a gasp.

Caitlyn’s eyes flicked all the way up to meet hers, and she slowly crossed the room, letting Vi look her fill. She did so, gladly, taking in the way her perfectly tailored trousers hugged her impossible waist, the swell of her breasts framed by navy blue suspenders beneath her blazer. Vi didn’t even realize that Caitlyn had a glass of water in her hand until she deposited it on the table in front of her, and then Caitlyn was crawling over her, hands coming to rest on top of Vi’s shoulders as her weight settled in Vi’s lap.

Despite the bold gesture, Caitlyn’s kiss was gentle, the softest press of lips before she pulled back enough to murmur, “Is this okay?”

Vi couldn’t hold back a smile. That was Caitlyn through and through, taking the time to check in even as she felt the rush of want surging between their bond just as clearly as Vi herself did. In answer, she reached up, encircling Caitlyn’s wrists with her fingers so she could guide her hands down to rest flat against her chest, letting her feel the physical proof of just how okay Vi was with what they were doing.

Her heart rate, already quick, skyrocketed at the hunger she saw in Caitlyn’s eyes and felt in her veins.

“Vi,” she murmured, but the heat was almost overwhelming now, and Vi couldn’t wait one more godforsaken second before she wrapped her arms around Caitlyn’s waist and yanked.

She fell against the back of the couch, Caitlyn’s body pinning her there. Caitllyn wasted no time in pressing their mouths together, swallowing Vi’s moan when it fell from her lips. Vi’s hands slid up the curve of Caitlyn’s back, pulling her in even closer. Caitlyn’s hands, meanwhile, moved down, cupping Vi’s breast and squeezing, just like Vi had felt her do to herself last night.

“Mmm,” Vi hummed encouragingly, leaning into the touch.

She felt another rush of heat, followed by a shiver of delight when she sucked Caitlyn’s bottom lip between her teeth.

“God,” Caitlyn sighed, rolling her shoulders to assist as Vi’s fingers hooked into the neck of her blazer, tugging it down and out of the way.

She had to remove her hands from Vi to pull the sleeves the rest of the way off, which Vi did not approve of, but when they returned, they landed on the clasps of Vi’s own vest, which she definitely did.

As her vest fell to the floor, Vi shifted to lie down on her back, pulling Caitlyn down with her. Their bodies were pressed together chest to knee, Caitlyn’s legs straddling one of Vi’s. She didn’t have to ask what Caitlyn wanted. She could feel it in the heat pooling between her own legs, the desperate desire to touch and be touched.

Without breaking their kiss, Vi wrapped her hands around Caitlyn’s waist and pulled, planting one foot against the sofa cushions for leverage as she guided Caitlyn to grind against her thigh, both of them gasping at the friction. She moved to do it again, but Caitlyn didn’t need the instruction, thrusting forward with a high-pitched gasp that made Vi’s stomach clench. She let her hands move again while Caitlyn kept up her gentle pace, curling one of them into the base of Caitlyn’s ponytail while the other braced itself against the sofa.

Caitlyn’s knee inched forward, pressing in between Vi’s legs. Vi choked on her sharp inhale as Caitlyn thrusted forward, the pressure amplified twice over through their bond. Her fingers clenched around Caitlyn’s hair, and she felt the tug at the back of her own head as heated approval flooded her stomach.

They were hardly even kissing now, just panting into each other’s open mouths. Caitlyn’s fingers had found their way to the hem of Vi’s shirt, and they inched inside, splaying across the muscles of her abdomen.

She was murmuring something, but Vi had no idea what it was, too busy trying not to come in her pants before she even got to see her girlfriend’s tits.

“Fuck,” she gasped, falling further back onto her elbow as Caitlyn’s hips stuttered against her thigh.

“Up–upstairs,” Caitlyn managed, the word making absolutely no sense in Vi’s lust-addled brain. “L-let’s…oh, god.”

She ground down again, the pressure making Vi’s back bow as she threw back her head and cried out, “C-Cait.”

Caitlyn leaned down to press their mouths together again, her tongue tangling with Vi’s for one glorious moment before she pulled back and insisted, “Bathtub!”

The warmth of her body disappeared from Vi’s as she sat up, her eyes glassy and face red, but Vi was too confused to follow.

“Bath…what?”

Caitlyn’s hair had fallen out of its ponytail, and she tucked the strands behind her ears, the movement adorably bashful considering she’d just had that hand up Vi’s shirt.

“I had this whole thing planned out,” Caitlyn explained, fiddling with the ruffle of her collar without meeting Vi’s gaze. “There’s a…well, Mel mentioned that the bathtub is…it’s supposed to be very romantic, and I thought…”

Vi sat up then, reaching out to bring Caitlyn back into her arms. She nudged their noses together, waiting patiently until Caitlyn inevitably leaned in for the kiss. She didn’t fight the wave of affection that washed over her, letting Caitlyn feel it all until all of the embarrassed tension in her body melted away beneath Vi’s hands.

She brought those hands up to the collar of Caitlyn’s shirt, plucking at the knot until it loosened enough to pull away. Caitlyn’s breath hitched. Her lips parted, and Vi continued to pepper tiny kisses against them as she tossed the collar to the ground, reaching for the straps of Caitlyn’s suspenders next.

“We’re a little overdressed for a bath,” Vi whispered, letting the straps slip off of Caitlyn’s shoulders as their bond ignited.

It was Caitlyn who pulled them back together then, licking her way into Vi’s mouth as her hands once again found the hem of her shirt. They had to separate to pull it over Vi’s head, but then they were back, Caitlyn’s hands tracing the line of Vi’s sports bra while Vi fumbled over the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers kept slipping on the stupidly expensive fabric, but after a moment’s struggle, she managed to slip the top one free.

That was enough for Caitlyn, who straightened again in Vi’s lap so she could wiggle herself free. Vi brought her hand up to Caitlyn’s waist as the skin was exposed, placing her thumb over the tiny mole just above Caitlyn’s hip bone.

“God, Cait,” she breathed, “you’re so fucking hot.”

Caitlyn laughed as she tossed the shirt over her shoulder. A burst of giddy happiness rolled over their bond. Vi wasn’t sure whose end it came from, but it didn’t matter, because it propelled it to her feet either way, catching Caitlyn around the waist on the way and hoisting her into the air. Caitlyn’s laughter turned into a squeal of surprise, but she settled into position easily, locking her ankles around Vi’s thighs. There was amusement in her face, but also keen interest, letting her hands trail unashamedly over Vi’s muscular arms as they wrapped around her bare waist.

“Where to?” Vi asked.

Caitlyn’s answer was short and to the point, her attention clearly elsewhere as her hands settled on Vi’s broad shoulders. “Upstairs, second door.”

“Let’s go, then!”

The walk was short, but Caitlyn made it as difficult as possible, nuzzling her face into Vi’s neck and raining distracting little kisses in the exact spot that she herself loved to be kissed. The resulting loop of pleasure zipping back and forth over their bond made Vi weak-kneed. Vi paused once on the landing, then again just outside the door, pressing Caitlyn against the wall both times to pull her mouth up to Vi’s instead, rolling their hips together until Caitlyn settled meekly into her arms.

She pushed her way into the room, stopping short just inside the door.

“Wha…”

The room was massive, of course, but that wasn’t what had Vi’s jaw dropping. Nor was it the sparkling tiles, or the artful arrangement of expensive-looking scents and soaps along the wall.

“That is not a tub, Cait,” Vi said, staring at the enormous well in front of them. It was like no bathtub Vi had ever seen, not just because of its size, but also the steady stream of water falling from the showerhead above, like the gentlest summer storm.

Caitlyn chuckled, wiggling excitedly in Vi’s arms. “Actually…it’s a jacuzzi.”

“It’s a pool!”

She felt Caitlyn’s slow smile spread against her neck, right before she pressed a long, lingering kiss there.

“Just get in, Vi.”

Her feet made quiet tapping sounds on the tile as Vi released her from her hold, loud in the otherwise quiet room. For the first time, real nerves, not just anticipation, began to spike between the vehement want in her chest. Vi chewed her bottom lip, but then she saw that Caitlyn’s fingers were plucking at the waistband of her trousers, her cheeks flushed bright pink, and she realized the feeling wasn’t just originating from her side of the bond.

She stepped forward again, holding Caitlyn’s face between her palms as she pressed a soft, grounding kiss against her lips.

“Can I?” she murmured, letting her hands fall down to the straps of Caitlyn’s bra.

Caitlyn nodded, another wave of nerves rushing down Vi’s spine, but it was followed by a noticeable spark of interest as Vi slid her hands back over her shoulders, reaching for the clasp of her bra. Vi tilted her face up for another kiss, which Caitlyn gave her happily, distracting them both long enough that they didn’t notice Vi’s struggle with the clasp until her fingers slipped for the third time.

Their kiss was broken by Caitlyn’s giggle, which she stifled by sinking her teeth into her lip until Vi laughed, too. They grinned at each other, relief and giddy happiness pouring over their bond as Vi’s fingers gripped the clasp one more time.

This time, it came away.

Vi kept her eyes locked on Caitlyn’s as she let her bra straps fall, reaching for the hem of her own and pulling it over her head to reveal herself, too, before she let her gaze slip downward.

They’d seen each other topless before, but never when they were allowed to look like this, to reach out and feel the soft skin beneath their touch. Vi let her fingers trail from Caitlyn’s chest down to her stomach. Nerves still fluttered in the pit of her stomach–hers and Caitlyn’s–but her hand was steady as it reached for her belt.

The flush that turned Caitlyn’s naked skin pink burned on Vi’s face, too, as they finally stood naked in front of each other. Caitlyn’s body was absolutely stunning–athletic and strong, curving beautifully beneath Vi’s palms as they skimmed down the valley of her waist. There was no room for self-consciousness as Vi was examined in return, not when Caitlyn’s interest was clear in the intensity of her touch, starving hunger roaring to life beneath their skin.

The water was warm, but Vi still shivered as she slipped beneath the surface, reaching out to bring Caitlyn with her. She leaned forward to press her mouth against her throat, traveling down, down as Caitlyn’s breath hitched. Her hands slid into Vi’s hair as she settled on her knees, mouth pressed to the underside of Caitlyn’s breasts. When she glanced upwards, she saw a beautifully blushing Cait staring back at her, the gap between her teeth on full display from her parted lips.

Caitlyn sank down beside her, letting Vi wrap her arms around her body and just hold her for a moment. Caitlyn hadn’t let go of her hair, and she used the hold to bring Vi’s forehead up to hers, letting their noses brush and their heavy breaths mingle in the air between their lips.

Vi knew that Caitlyn could feel the way her heart was beating fast, knew that the nervous flutter in her fingers and the swoop in her belly and the warmth in her chest was mirrored by her soulmate. She knew that she could put words to the love that filled her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes and Caitlyn would believe every word, but she didn’t need to, because Caitlyn felt it all already, pushed her own love back through their bond and into Vi’s racing heart.

She said it anyway, because she couldn’t not. She said it to feel the momentary surprise that sputtered out of Caitlyn’s heart every time she did, how it always morphed into joy so sweet and warm, nothing else could ever compare.

“I love you,” she murmured against Caitlyn’s lips, and her cheek, her ear and her neck and the skin between her breasts.

She murmured other things, too, made promises and accepted Caitlyn’s in return, as her hands sank beneath the water, searching. She slipped her fingers between Caitlyn’s legs, just like she had imagined doing last night, except this time she didn’t have to picture what it was doing to her when she felt the desperate need coiling in her belly. She watched Caitlyn’s eyes flutter and listened to the way she sounded when Vi made careful passes around her clit. The echo of pleasure she felt between her own legs was nothing compared to how it felt to hear her name fall from Caitlyn’s lips, or to feel her shaking in her arms.

They were sitting back to chest, Vi’s arm draped securely around Caitlyn’s shoulders to anchor them together. Caitlyn’s head fell back, and Vi turned hers to kiss whatever skin she could reach, fighting the urge to close her eyes as she felt Caitlyn reaching her climax. She didn’t want to miss any of it, was so focused on the haze of pleasure taking over Caitlyn’s body that she didn’t recognize the tightening in her stomach as her own until, with a desperate cry, Caitlyn arched against her.

It knocked all the air out of Vi’s lungs, feeling Caitlyn’s pleasure wash over them both while she moaned sweetly in Vi’s arms, shaking limbs reaching back to hold Vi as she, too, tumbled over the edge. She felt the bite of her own teeth in her shoulder as they sank into Caitlyn’s skin, drawing another gasp from Caitlyn and another wave of fire barrelling through them both.

“Fuck,” she groaned, the sound muffled against Caitlyn’s neck, “Cait–”

They hadn’t yet caught their breaths before Cait turned around in Vi’s arms, rushing forward to press their lips together. She kept pressing, pushing Vi backwards through the water until her back was against the wall of the tub, and then again until Vi pushed herself to her feet, sitting along the wide lip of the pool while Caitlyn settled between her knees.

It was Caitlyn’s turn to look up at Vi from beneath her lashes, her turn to rest her fingers on Vi’s skin as she whispered, patient but eager at the same time, “Can I?”

Vi nodded shakily, her chest heaving in anticipation as Caitlyn gently pushed her knees apart, keeping her eyes on Vi’s as she swam forward until she couldn’t any more.

“Oh!” Vi cried out, her hands flying up to tangle in Caitlyn’s hair as her lips brushed carefully against her pussy. She gasped, still sensitive, moaning at the stimulation of the first few careful licks, feeling Caitlyn shudder between her legs as well.

That didn’t stop her from leaning in for more, moving her tongue in firmer and firmer circles as Vi fought not to writhe above her. This was new for her–not just the physical touch of Caitlyn’s mouth on her clit, but feeling the echo of what it was doing to Caitlyn, too, both strange and wonderful sensations at the same time.

“Fuck.”

Caitlyn hummed against her, letting her eyes fall closed again as her tongue pressed harder, circling Vi’s clit in savage strokes. Vi almost choked on her own tongue when she felt a second pressure point brush against her. She stared down at Caitlyn, whose eyes were still closed, squeezed tight in pleasure, and realized that what she was feeling was Caitlyn touching herself beneath the water, getting herself off on eating Vi’s pussy.

“God, fuck yes, Cait–”

Her fingers curled tighter around Caitlyn’s hair, the rush of heat between them finally enough to open Caitlyn’s eyes again. Her cheeks were blazing red, and Vi was sure hers was no better as all the muscles in her abdomen clenched, her toes curling at the pleasure simmering under her skin.

“I’m close,” she choked out, unable to put off the inevitable any more, not with Caitlyn’s tongue and her fingers working at her from each side of their bond.

Caitlyn’s answer was to wrap her other hand around Vi’s thigh, holding it in place as she pushed her tongue faster, harder, her fingers working in quick circles between her own legs.

Vi had just enough presence of mind to tear her hands out of Caitlyn's hair and grip the edge of the pool instead, holding on for dear life as her orgasm ripped through her. Caitlyn’s movements stopped, unable to do anything but press deep and hold herself still as they both came, nose buried in the curls above Vi’s cunt.

It didn’t feel like it would ever end, a constant stream of white-hot pleasure that made Vi throw her head back and moan loud enough to echo off the tile walls. Everything she felt, every shock of pleasure, felt amplified by the pulses echoing between them, chasing each other higher and higher until Vi’s entire body shook. She could feel Caitlyn trembling between her thighs, felt the burn in her own lungs as Caitlyn struggled to catch her breath, both of their hearts pounding in perfect time within their chests.

Slowly, the aftershocks began to recede, and Vi unclenched her hands enough to slip bonelessly back into the water, falling into Caitlyn’s arms with an exhausted whimper.

Caitlyn pressed her lips to the side of Vi’s head, her arms circling around her like she was never letting go.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Even after Vi had returned Caitlyn’s favor, bending her over the side of the pool until her legs shook around Vi’s mouth, and they climbed out of the tub on weak legs, they’d just moved themselves to the sofa, exploring each other with curious hands once again. When they finally tumbled into bed, they were too exhausted for more than sleepy kisses, falling asleep with Vi’s head pillowed on Caitlyn’s stomach.

When they both woke up in the night, still naked beneath the covers, it felt as natural as breathing to come together again

This time, Vi laid on her back, Caitlyn straddling her waist. They were kissing, both of them shivering from the touch of Vi’s fingers along Caitlyn’s wet folds. They kept their foreheads pressed together as Vi carefully slid one finger inside her, instinctively widening her own legs when she felt the pressure mirrored there. Caitlyn exhaled against her mouth, and Vi waited until she leaned in for another kiss before she began to move, gently pumping her hand between them, letting them both adjust to the stretch.

When they did, she hooked one arm around Caitlyn’s waist so she could roll her onto her back, feeling the rush of Caitlyn’s pleasure shudder through her as she settled them together, fucking her slowly, gently, until she couldn’t hold back anymore. A second finger slid inside, and she felt Caitlyn’s desperate cries in her own throat, tasted them on her lips as their mouths sealed together.

She wasn’t surprised anymore when she felt her own orgasm rise to meet Caitlyn’s, but that made it no less sweet.

After, once she’d collapsed against the mattress, Caitlyn peppered kisses across her shoulders, and when they fell asleep again, it was with Caitlyn’s head between her shoulder blades, Vi’s heart beating contentedly beneath her cheek.

The first thing Vi noticed, as sleep slowly ebbed away, was the warm body wrapped tightly around her. She smiled without opening her eyes, moving her face forward until it met warm skin. She kissed the round shoulder, smiling with her lips still pressed there when it elicited a sleepy rumble.

“Mmm. Vi,” Caitlyn sighed, and Vi could feel the first stirrings of happiness warm in her belly as her soulmate arose, “good morning.”

The second thing she noticed was the blankets wrapped around them both, so tightly that it made it difficult to move anywhere but closer together. Vi wasn’t about to complain about that, though, as she finally opened her eyes and met Caitlyn’s brilliant blue ones just inches away. The scant distance between them melted away as Caitlyn squeezed her closer with the hand draped over her waist, chin tilting upwards with a silent request. Vi gave her the kiss happily.

“Good morning,” she said when they broke apart.

Her voice was rough and scratchy, and she felt the bond between them warm with lazy arousal for the first time that day. She grinned, pulling back enough to look down at Caitlyn with her eyebrows raised.

“You didn’t have enough of me last night?”

The warmth between them deepened, sending heat down to her core.

“Never enough,” Caitlyn answered, rolling them over so that she straddled Vi's waist. “Not ever, Vi.”

They stayed in bed as long as they could, only crawling out of it when Vi’s stomach growled loudly enough that Caitlyn felt the rumble of it in her own. They laughed ruefully as they pulled themselves apart, realizing for the first time they hadn’t eaten since arriving at the hotel an entire day before.

“There should be something in the kitchen,” Caitlyn said, stretching as she rolled over in bed, her long limbs golden in the morning light.

Vi had to force her eyes away, focusing on the task at hand, which was locating something to wear, something neither of them had bothered with over the course of last night’s, or this morning’s, activities.

Which was probably why Vi was only having this realization now, in this moment.

“Cait,” she began, a laugh already building in her throat, “we didn’t pack any spare clothes.”

“Hm?” Caitlyn responded absently. She dragged her gaze away from Vi's back, dropping it down to the crumpled mess of her shirt from yesterday, clutched in her hand. Her eyebrows puckered, and she seemed ready to reflexively disagree, sure that her usually detail oriented brain hadn’t forgotten that, until her eyes widened in realization. Vi was sure that somewhree in Kiramman house, a perfectly prepared overnight bag was sitting abandoned, because that was exactly what had happened with her own bag, left behind in the middle of her bed as she'd rushed out the door.

Vi grinned, and then she laughed, in the full-bellied way that always made Caitlyn join in. She let the shirt fall back to the floor as she closed the distance between them, crawling back onto the mattress to pull Caitlyn in for a kiss even as laughter still bubbled up between them.

“I can’t believe I forgot clothes,” Caitlyn groaned.

Vi shrugged, still chuckling, not minding the excuse to stay naked one bit as she nipped teasingly at Caitlyn’s bottom lip.

She could tell, based on the interest making itself known across their bond, that Caitlyn didn’t either, even as she grumbled, “Everyone will know what we did the second we show up wearing day-old clothes.”

“Pretty sure they would have figured it out anyway,” Vi pointed out as her lips moved on to the line of Caitlyn’s jaw, smirking at the automatic way Caitlyn leaned into it, “don’t think we’re going to be able to hide it.”

‘It’ being the bruises sucked into their necks and scratches across their backs, of course, but also casual-but-intimate way their hands brushed against each other’s skin, and their eyes trailed each other around a room. ‘It’ being the hunger Vi could feel building between them once again, pushing them back into each other’s arms.

They had never been subtle about their feelings for each other, even in the years it had taken them to find their footing, but Vi didn't think she would be able to stop herself even if she tried now. Not when she knew how Caitlyn’s body felt beneath her touch, how beautifully she responded to everything that Vi had to give.

When they could no longer put off their return to the real world, Vi was surprised to realize that she didn’t want to leave. The austere furniture that had felt so cold and unfamiliar before now felt comforting and dear. But when they stepped into the elevator, both back in the rumpled clothes they’d arrived in, and Caitlyn took her hand in hers, Vi knew she wasn’t really leaving anything behind.

When she turned her face, Caitlyn’s lips were already waiting for her, warm and familiar, just like the bond that thrummed to life between them.