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Cait was so glad to be back home.
She knew her healing journey wasn’t over, but being back in her own space felt like crossing a major milestone. Regaining even a piece of her independence was huge—especially after seven weeks of being poked, prodded, and monitored with almost no privacy.
And then there was Vi.
The woman who hadn’t left her thoughts since the moment she walked into her hospital room.
Cait never imagined anyone could change her mind about long-term relationships… but if anyone could, it was Vi.
She found herself smiling every time her screen lit up with a new message—like a love-struck teenager, heart fluttering at every word.
After making coffee and feeding Chief Reggie, she settled onto the couch and let the morning news play lazily in the background. Nothing much was happening in the world today, which, in her opinion, was a very good thing.
No bad news meant more space for peace.
Chief settled beside her as she opened her laptop on one of the small tables Vi had built—the kind that slid neatly under the couch.
A sudden flash of memory hit her: Vi’s biceps flexing as she lifted the heavier pieces into place, the way her tattoos seemed to dance across her skin as her wrist turned to tighten a screw.
She tried to refocus on her task, guessing that the file she’d requested from her father last Friday had probably come through.
Sure enough, when she opened her email, there it was the link to download the video he’d filmed on location, just as she’d asked. Perfect. All it needed was a bit of editing before she could add it to what she had prepared to launch today that hopefully would solve maybe more than just the budget issues.
The new wing for Shimmer addicts was close to her heart, and this was one more step toward making it a reality.
Cait had come up with a two-part plan to help the clinic.
The first step was launching a GoFundMe campaign to cover the remaining budget needed to open the new wing dedicated to treating Shimmer addiction.
Her father had filmed the video she’d requested, capturing the harsh reality at the Zaun Clinic—the overcrowded rooms, the exhausted staff, and the long-term damage caused by the drug. The footage was raw and honest, ending with a heartfelt appeal for donations to help treat patients with the care and dignity they deserved.
He even added a personal note: that his own daughter had played a key role in stopping the export of Shimmer before it could spread globally like a plague.
Cait planned to send the campaign link to the local news for coverage in tomorrow’s broadcast. She had a connection there—Joan Bloomfield, a former casual friend with benefits turned news anchor. Their sexual involvement had ended years ago when Joan entered a committed relationship, but they’d stayed on good terms.
Over time, Cait had occasionally shared small, verified updates from ongoing investigations, and Joan had always respected the boundaries—never spreading rumors, always sticking to the facts.
So Cait reached out, asking Joan to highlight the situation in Zaun Free Clinic and share the GoFundMe link, hoping the public would respond with compassion and generosity.
The second part of her plan was to hopefully solve more problems in the long term. Cait wanted to put in contact all the free Public clinics in relation with all the Private Hospitals and Private Clinics that were generally more rich due to their paying customers. She gathered all their email addresses and today she would send them the link to the page she had built with the help of a web designer that came to visit her at the hospital to set it up all she add to do was to add the video that her father filmed in Zaun Clinic and click on launch hoping many would join the program.
The page’s purpose was to spotlight the urgent needs of small, underfunded clinics like the one in Zaun—facilities struggling just to stay afloat.
It would serve as a platform where free clinics could request essential equipment or call for volunteer support. The idea was simple but powerful: large private hospitals upgrading to the latest technology could donate their still-functional equipment to clinics in need, rather than letting it go to waste.
The page would also list opportunities for volunteers—inviting people to generously offer a few hours of their time each week to help provide care, support, and dignity to those who needed it most.
Because everyone deserves access to fair treatment.
Because the worth of a person should never be measured by the salary they earn and their ability to pay for their essential treatment.
Medical practitioners swear an oath to do everything in their power to save the lives entrusted to them—because every life holds equal value and deserves an equal chance.
By making it accessible to all hospitals and clinics across the continents, people from everywhere could support one another.
Some might even see it as an opportunity to travel to different regions—receiving accommodation in exchange for a few volunteer hours at a local free clinic.
The rest of their time could be spent exploring the area, turning compassion into connection and discovery.
She hoped it would work and spread across the continent.
After finishing the edits on her father’s video, she uploaded it to both campaign pages and launched them with a deep, shaky exhale—nerves buzzing beneath her skin.
Then she opened the email draft she’d prepared earlier, carefully entering every address she could find for clinics and hospitals across the region.
She reread the message one last time, making sure there were no mistakes and that the hyperlink to the new website platform she had just launched was working.
Then, with a quiet breath of resolve, she hit send.
Now, for the final part, Cait was hoping Powder—Vi’s little sister—had accepted her friend request from yesterday on Runegram so she could finally message her sneakily. She needed Powder’s help to keep Vi away from tomorrow’s newscast, hoping that if everything went according to plan, the surprise would stay intact until the Winter Gala.
Since Cait had a hospital appointment for her eye during that time, she wouldn’t be able to distract Vi herself. That’s why she needed Powder’s help.
She opened Runegram and, to her pleasant surprise, saw that Powder had accepted her request earlier that morning. Smiling, she began typing her message:
You:
Hi Powder,
I know it might seem a little weird
that I added you on Runegram
especially since your sister and I
just started dating but I promise
I’m reaching out with a purpose.
I need your help to plan a surprise for Vi.
She’s done so much for me,
and I want to give something
back, something meaningful.
I know she values actions
more than material things,
and I’ve been working on something
that I truly believe will make her happy…
if everything goes according to plan.
PowPowGetJinxed:
You’re Misterious woman I like it!
Shoot what’s your plan Disney Princess?
You:
Disney Princess? Really? 🙄
Bad nicknames must run in your genes.
Anyway, here’s the plan.
I’m planning on inviting Vi as my plus one to the Zaun Clinic Winter Gala.
My father, who founded the clinic, usually secures most
of the donations that night—by connecting
with donors and thanking them with an evening to remember.
But this year, the clinic needs more help than ever.
Since Shimmer production was shut down,
they’ve been overwhelmed with patients in severe withdrawal.
So I started a GoFundMe for them to raise enough money to open
a dedicated wing for Shimmer-related treatment,
something that can help manage long-term effects
and give people a real chance at recovery.
The campaign will be broadcast on the news tomorrow,
asking citizens for their generous support.
But I don’t want Vi to see it yet.
I want it to be a surprise at the gala where it will be announced if it works of course.
She’s always cared deeply about Zaun, and I think she’ll be genuinely moved
if we manage to raise enough to start repairing
the damage Shimmer caused in your birthplace.
I thought it would be a meaningful way to give back to her,
for everything she does for me.
I know she cares most about helping others.
And while that’s not the only reason I did it, it’s part of it.
I genuinely want to help the people of Zaun.
After investigating Shimmer for so long,
This cause is close to my heart.
It feels like the least I
can do for the citizens who’ve been hurt by it.
PowPowGetJinxed:
And after that you still dare say you’re
not a Disney Princess?
Jeez, woman
yes, you can ask for my
sister’s hand. You have my blessing!
You:
What?
That’s not what I asked…
It’s way too soon
to talk about that
But good to know, I guess? 😅
So… will you distract her during the news?
I can’t do it myself, I’ll be at the doctor.
PowPowGetJinxed:
Of course I’ll distract her
under one condition.
You:
What are your terms?
PowPowGetJinxed:
I get one “I owe you,” no questions asked.
You:
What do you mean?
Do you have an example?
PowPowGetJinxed:
Like… if I get in trouble and I don’t want Vi to get mad,
I call you instead to claim my one ‘’I owe you’’.
And you can’t ask a single question.
You:
Depends, are we talking about murder?
Because if so, you know I’m
legally required to turn you in.
PowPowGetJinxed:
Sheesh, I’m not that crazy!
I meant something like getting
in trouble at school or stuff on that level.
You:
In that case, deal accepted.
And please—keep this conversation,
and anything related to it, a secret.
Have a great rest of your day, Powder.
–xx–
PowPowGetJinxed:
Pleasure doing business with you,
Disney Princess.
Your secret’s safe with me
I’ll make sure she stays far away
from tomorrow’s news broadcast.
Good day to you too!
xoxo
She glanced at Chief Reggie and let out a breath of relief.
“We did it, Chief. The plan is in motion.”
The cat stared back at her with an utterly unimpressed expression, let out a lazy purr, and yawned before curling up to sleep again.
“Well,” she murmured, “I hope Vi’s a little more enthusiastic than you when she finds out about all this.”
Chief was already peacefully back asleep beside her, completely indifferent.
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A little before two, Vi rang the bell to Caitlyn’s elevator, requesting access to her flat. Cait granted it instantly.
When the elevator doors slid open, Vi stepped out with a bright smile. Cait greeted her with a grin of her own.
“Hey, you’re early! I thought our appointment was at two-thirty,” Cait said, pleasantly surprised.
“Hey,” Vi replied, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before slipping off her coat and boots. “ I usually have a break between you and my previous client to grab lunch. Figured I’d surprise you and eat it here instead of alone in my jeep while filing charts.”
“Well, consider me pleasantly surprised,” Cait said, leading her toward the dining table.
“Have you eaten today?” Vi asked, already suspicious.
Cait winced slightly. “I… might’ve forgotten again. Got caught up working on a few things and didn’t notice the time flying by.”
“Seriously, Cupcake!” Vi groaned, half amused, half exasperated. “Eating is part of your recovery. You need fuel to get your strength back. I’m gonna start texting you at every meal to make sure you don’t forget. How have you survived 26 years without me?”
“Please, Vi, you don’t have to do that,” Cait said, a little sheepishly. “I don’t want to bother you more than I already do. I’ll try to be better about it.”
“I don’t mind, besides, it gives me another excuse to talk to you.”
“Well, it’s always a pleasure to talk to you,” Cait replied with a soft smile. “So if that’s really your reason, then I accept. But seriously—I can take care of myself. Don’t worry.”
“It’s too late now—I care too much about you already,” Vi said with a teasing smile. “So yeah, I’m gonna worry about you.”
Cait chuckled softly. “Fair enough. I worry about your wellbeing too.”
She rolled toward the kitchen. “Alright, I’ll warm up some of that delicious leftover Pad Thaï you made this weekend and join you. You can start without me—I’ll be right back.”
She grabbed the container from the fridge and popped it into the microwave before returning to the dining table, where Vi was already halfway through her sandwich.
Watching Vi in her space—comfortable, relaxed, effortlessly herself—Cait felt a quiet warmth settle in her chest. Vi fit so well here.
Cait had always been fiercely independent, living alone since she’d started her career after graduating early at the top of her class. She used to treasure her solitude. But now… she found herself valuing her time with Vi even more.
And every time Vi left, Cait felt a small, unexpected pang of sadness.
Cait settled beside Vi and began eating her lunch.
“How’s your day been so far?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“It was good,” Vi replied, chewing thoughtfully. “Worked with my usual clients this morning. Then I stayed for tea with Meimei, like always. She gave me the latest update on her bridge club drama.”
Vi grinned. “Old people are way wilder than you’d think. Apparently, some of the ‘innocent grandmas’ have been spreading STDs all over her friends retirement residence. Unprotected sex with every old man in sight. It got so bad they had to hold an intervention.”
Cait blinked. “Wait—what?”
“Yep,” Vi said, nodding. “They had to teach them how to use condoms on bananas like it was high school sex ed all over again. And don’t even get me started on the dental dam tutorial.”
Cait chuckled at that.
“Well, I suppose they’ve got plenty of free time—might as well enjoy whatever pleasures they can still get.”
“That’s one way to look at it,” Vi said, finishing her sandwich and flashing a mischievous grin.
“I don’t think getting old will ever stop me from having sex. Think I’ll make a hot grandma?”
Cait smirked, leaning back slightly.
“Oh, I’m certain you’ll be wildly popular with the ladies—no matter how old you are, darling.”
“Pfft, I’m sure you’re going to be the queen of the retirement home,” Vi said with a grin.
“You’ll probably age like fine wine.”
“I guess only time will tell,” Cait replied playfully.
“True,” Vi said, then tilted her head. “So what kept you so busy you forgot to eat again?”
Cait hesitated for just a second before answering.
“I was sorting through a mountain of boring work emails. Figured I’d get a head start so I’m not buried under them when I go back.”
It wasn’t a complete lie—she had kept up with her inbox. But the real reason she’d been glued to her screen all morning was the final prep for the Shimmer wing fundraiser. She didn’t want to tip Vi off just yet. The surprise had to wait.
“Chief must be happy to be back home,” Vi said as the cat rubbed against her leg, clearly begging for attention. She happily obliged, scratching behind his ears.
“Oh, absolutely,” Cait replied with a smile. “He’s already reclaimed his title as First Officer in Command of this flat. I’m merely his second-in-command.”
She watched, amused, as Chief leaned into Vi’s touch with surprising enthusiasm. He usually took his time warming up to strangers—but Vi wasn’t just anyone. Cait had to admit it: Vi was magnetic. Even her cat couldn’t resist.
“What tricks can he do?” Vi asked, intrigued.
“He knows ‘come here’ and will go wherever you point,” Cait said proudly. “He can sit, lie down, roll over… oh! Wait, I have to show you this one—you’re going to love it.”
She turned so Chief could see her clearly and held up her fingers like a tiny gun.
“Chief, paws up!”
The cat rose onto his hind legs and lifted his front paws into the air.
Cait grinned. “Pew pew!” she said, mimicking gunfire with her finger gun.
Chief immediately flopped onto his back, legs splayed dramatically like he’d been shot.
Vi burst out laughing. “No way. That’s amazing. You trained him to fake his death?”
“Of course,” Cait said with mock seriousness. “He’s a very dramatic officer.”
“How did you teach him so many tricks? I thought cats only followed their own rules,” Vi said, clearly impressed.
“With a lot of patience—and a lot of treats,” Cait replied with a smile. “Speaking of which, want to give him one for his award-winning death scene?”
“Absolutely. Where are they?” Vi asked, already halfway to standing.
“In the cupboard over there, next to his food bag,” Cait said, nodding toward the kitchen.
Vi walked over, grabbed the treat bag, and returned to Chief.
“Come here, buddy,” she said, offering him a treat and gently stroking his fur as he munched contentedly.
Cait watched the moment unfold, her heart quietly melting. Seeing her cat bond so easily with Vi, it was so sweet.
“He’s such a lover boy—how come he hates Jayce so much?”
“I honestly don’t know. He just never liked Jayce from the moment they met. I thought he’d warm up eventually—he usually takes longer to get comfortable around men. But those two never saw eye to eye, I guess.”
Vi returned the treat bag to its spot in the cupboard, then walked back over to Cait.
“Well, I’m glad I passed the test,” she said with a grin, bending forward to wrap her arms around Cait from behind. As she nestled into the crook of Cait’s neck, she pressed a soft kiss there and added, “Because I plan to be around. Like, a lot.”
She paused, then said more gently, “If you want me to, of course.”
“Of course, Vi,” Cait replied, her voice warm. “You’re always welcome here.”
She leaned her head back, letting it rest gently on Vi’s shoulder, her hands reaching up to settle on Vi’s forearms. They lingered in that quiet comfort for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth. Vi pressed soft kisses to her neck before murmuring, “I should go set up for our session.” With that, she gently broke their embrace and headed off. Cait, now finished with her meal, rolled over to place her container in the dishwasher.
She then returned to the living room, where Vi had already set up the equipment they’d need for the session. She slipped off her vest, ready to warm up.
“What are we doing today, my very professional, totally non-romantically-involved physiotherapist?” Cait asked with a teasing smile.
“Glad you asked, my completely platonic client!” Vi replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, earning a chuckle from Cait.
“Today’s agenda: assisted chair-to-stand, upper body endurance training, and some mat work for posture and seated balance.”
‘’ sounds really exciting let’s get to it.’’ Said Cait ready to start working.
They began with their usual warm-up routine, loosening up shoulders and arms before moving to their routine of getting up and sitting back down safely and then before break they moved on to resistance band work.
Vi stood in front of Cait, holding the band taut to serve as an anchor while Cait pulled against it.
“Come on, Cait,” Vi encouraged, her voice firm but warm. “Give me two more pulls. I know you’ve got it—look at those strong arms of yours. Show that band who’s boss.”
“I don’t know if I can, Vi,” Cait said, breath catching with effort.
“What if I sweeten the deal?” Vi teased. “Two more pulls, and I’ll reward you with a kiss during our break.”
Cait smirked and powered through the final two reps.
“I like your motivation technique. Do you use that on all your clients?”
“Only the ones it works on,” Vi said with a wink. “So basically you… and Gilbert. He’s this very old, very hairy guy with a giant mustache—and he loves kissing me.”
“Ew! Don’t kiss me with that same filthy, mustache-kissing mouth,” Cait said, laughing.
“Oh, so you don’t want to kiss me anymore?” Vi asked, pretending to be wounded. “Come here, let me kiss you with my filthy mouth!”
She leaned in playfully, chasing Cait’s lips.
Cait dodged, mock-grossed out, giggling as she wheeled just out of reach—then took off across the room as fast as she could.
Vi lunged after her, catching the handle of her chair with a triumphant grin.
“Aha! Got you! Still the fastest in the world!” she declared, beaming as Cait burst into laughter.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she placed both hands firmly on the armrests, locking Cait in place.
“You’re ridiculous,” Cait said between giggles. “Come here, filthy mouth—I want my reward now.”
She reached up with one hand, pulling Vi’s face closer until their lips met in a kiss that was anything but casual—deep, lingering, and full of heat. If she was only getting one kiss during their break, she was going to make it count.
They reluctantly broke apart, the kiss still lingering between them, before Vi stepped away to grab some water during their break.
“Do you have anything planned for this evening?” Cait asked, her tone casual but hopeful. She wouldn’t mind if Vi stayed a little longer after their session.
“Yeah, I’ve got a workout scheduled with Jayce—Monday evenings are kind of our thing,” Vi replied, sipping her water. “While I wait for him, I usually stop by my favorite coffee shop near the gym. I grab a small bite to survive until dinner and use that time to update my clients’ charts and progress notes.”
She paused, then added with a soft smile, “But… if you don’t have anything scheduled after our strictly professional appointment, I could stay here and fill out my charts instead of going to the coffee shop.”
“I don’t have anything planned,” Cait said, smiling. “Except an extra-long cuddle session with Chief to make up for those seven weeks apart.”
She tilted her head playfully. “But I’d much rather cuddle with you on the couch while you fill out your charts. And I’ve got a whole variety of snacks to make sure you don’t starve before dinner.”
‘’ I’d very much like that, ready to finish our session with some floor mat exercise to work on your balance and posture?‘’ said Vi with a goofy irresistible grin.
“I was born ready,” Cait said, her voice full of determination. She was eager to finish the session—not just to push herself, but because once it was done, they could spend real time together. Even if Vi had work to do, at least she wouldn’t have to pretend to be professional anymore.
Vi laid out the mat and helped Cait transfer gently from her chair to a seated position, legs extended in front of her. Cait adjusted her posture, trying to sit tall, but her core trembled slightly from fatigue.
“Alright,” Vi said softly, settling down behind her, knees bracketing Cait’s hips. “We’re going to work on posture and seated balance. I’ll be right here to support you.”
She placed her hands lightly on Cait’s waist, guiding her into alignment.
“Sit tall. Imagine a string pulling you up from the crown of your head.”
Cait inhaled, adjusting her spine, but the closeness of Vi’s body behind her made it hard to focus. Vi’s breath was warm against her neck, her hands steady but gentle.
“Engage your core,” Vi murmured, her voice low. “You’ve got this.”
Cait’s heart thudded—not from exertion, but from the way Vi’s presence wrapped around her like brazing heat.
“Is this part of the strictly professional package?” she asked, half teasing, half breathless.
Vi chuckled, her hands still on Cait’s waist. “Posture correction is very hands-on. I take my job seriously.”
“Mm-hmm,” Cait said, leaning back just slightly—enough to feel Vi’s chest against her back. “Feels like you’re taking it very seriously.”
Vi didn’t move away. Instead, she whispered near Cait’s ear, “You’re doing great. Keep holding that posture. I’ve got you.”
And Cait believed her.
Cait held the upright position, her spine aligned, Vi’s hands still resting gently on her waist. The silence between them stretched—not awkward, but thick with awareness.
“You’re doing great,” Vi said softly, her breath brushing Cait’s ear. “Just a few more seconds. Keep that core engaged.”
Cait nodded, but her focus was slipping. Not from fatigue, but from the way Vi’s body was so close, steady and warm behind her. Her pulse fluttered in her throat.
Then, just slightly, Cait leaned back again enough to feel Vi’s chest against her shoulder blades.
Vi didn’t correct her. She didn’t move away.
Instead, she adjusted her grip, her thumbs grazing the curve of Cait’s waist.
“Careful,” she murmured. “You lean too far and I might think you’re trying to distract me.”
“Maybe I am,” Cait replied, her voice low, teasing.
Vi chuckled, but it was quieter this time. “You’re trouble.”
“Only for you. Let’s finish this session shall we,” Cait said, turning her head just enough to catch Vi’s gaze, “ just so we can stop pretending this is strictly professional.”
Vi’s eyes softened, and she leaned in just enough to brush her lips against Cait’s temple.
“Deal,” she whispered.
Vi let the kiss linger just long enough to make Cait’s breath catch, then pulled back with a quiet smile.
“Alright,” she said, her voice low but composed. “One last exercise. Let’s finish strong.”
She shifted slightly, guiding Cait into a new position—legs extended, hands resting lightly on her thighs, spine tall. Vi stayed close behind, her hands moving to Cait’s hips to help her stabilize.
“This one’s for seated balance,” she murmured. “You’re going to hold this posture while I gently challenge your stability.”
Cait nodded, trying to focus, but Vi’s touch was no longer strictly clinical. Her fingers brushed along the waistband of Cait’s shorts—light, teasing, deliberate.
Cait’s breath hitched.
Vi leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of Cait’s ear. “Still professional,” she whispered, “technically.”
Her hands drifted lower, fingertips tracing the hem of Cait’s underwear where it peeked just above the waistband. Not enough to break the rules—but enough to bend them.
Cait swallowed hard, her core trembling slightly, not just from the exercise, but from the slow burn of Vi’s touch.
“You’re supposed to be testing my balance,” she said, voice tight.
“I am,” Vi replied, her fingers brushing just a little more boldly. “And you’re doing very well.”
Cait’s spine remained straight, her posture impeccable. She was the picture of discipline—at least on the outside.
Inside, her thoughts were anything but composed.
Vi’s fingers danced along the edge of her underwear, featherlight and maddening. Every touch was calculated, just shy of crossing the line. Cait clenched her jaw, determined not to react.
“You’re trembling,” Vi murmured, her breath warm against Cait’s neck. “Is that the exercise… or something else?”
Cait exhaled slowly, refusing to give Vi the satisfaction of a flustered reply. “I’m focused,” she said, her voice steady. “You said this was about balance.”
Vi chuckled, low and wicked. “It is. And you’re holding up beautifully.”
She shifted closer, her hands sliding up Cait’s sides, then down again—pausing at the curve of her waist, fingers grazing skin where her shirt had ridden up. Cait’s muscles tightened, her body reacting despite her best efforts.
Still, she didn’t move.
Vi leaned in, lips brushing Cait’s shoulder. “You’re so good at resisting,” she whispered. “But I wonder… how long can you keep that up? Is that all you’ve got?”
Cait’s fingers curled into fists on her thighs, but she stayed rooted, refusing to yield.
“I can hold this position all day,” she said, though the strain in her voice gave her away.
Vi smiled against her skin. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep testing you.”
Her hand slipped slowly beneath Cait’s shirt, fingertips gliding over her abs as she gently drew her closer. But Cait held firm, still unmoved, her resolve intact.
Vi’s watch beeped, signaling the end of the session.
“Good job, Cait,” Vi murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “We’re officially done for today. You resisted like a champ—you’ve got excellent balance.”
Cait exhaled deeply, rolling her shoulders before sinking back into Vi’s embrace. Her body felt heavy with exhaustion, every muscle unwinding.
“That was one hell of a session,” she whispered, eye closed, letting herself rest in the comfort of Vi’s arms. Her breath slowed, steady and calm.
“Relax. I’ve got you,” Vi said, her voice soft and grounding.
The session was over, but the tension between them hadn’t vanished—it had simply shifted, deepened.
Vi didn’t move at first. She just held Cait, arms wrapped around her waist, cheek resting against her shoulder. Then, slowly, her hands began to wander—no longer bound by professionalism or purpose. They slipped beneath Cait’s shirt again, this time with intention, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, the warmth of skin she’d only brushed before.
Cait sighed, her head tilting back, eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers reached up, tangling in Vi’s hair, pulling her closer—not urgently, but with quiet need.
Vi responded in kind, her lips grazing Cait’s neck, her hands traveling higher—slower—memorizing every inch like a map she’d longed to trace.
Words had become unnecessary. Only breath, touch, and the quiet unraveling of restraint remained.
Cait turned, her lips meeting Vi’s in a kiss—slow, wanting.
Vi’s hand slipped beneath Cait’s sports bra, exploring with reverence. A soft moan escaped Vi’s lips.
Cait smiled against her mouth, her fingers still tangled in her hair. “You always sound so good when you stop holding back,” she whispered, her voice low and warm.
She kissed her again—deeper this time—like she was answering that sound with everything she’d held back herself.
Vi’s other hand grazed the band of Cait’s underwear, her touch slow and deliberate. She didn’t cross the line, just lingered there, teasing at the edge, letting Cait feel the promise in her restraint.
Cait’s breath hitched, her body arching slightly into Vi’s hands. “This is pure torture,” she murmured, though her voice held no protest—only longing.
Vi smiled against her lips. “You’re right… we should stop.”
She didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she rested her forehead against Cait’s, their breaths mingling, hearts still racing.
Cait closed her eye, frustration flickering beneath her calm. “I know,” she whispered. “I just… didn’t want it to end like that. Fucking leg.”
Vi kissed her temple, gentle and grounding. “Hey, It doesn’t have to end. We’re just pressing pause on that for now.”
Cait nodded, her fingers still tangled in Vi’s hair, holding her close—not for passion now, but for comfort.
They stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the heat settle into something quieter. Something just as real.
But beneath Cait’s quiet, the irritation simmered. She was patient—always had been—but her patience had limits. The injuries to her leg were a constant reminder of what she couldn’t do, and at the moment, it felt especially cruel.
Vi felt the tension in Cait’s body and held her tighter. “We’ll get through this,” she said softly. “You’ll heal. And when you do…”
Cait let out a small, dry laugh. “You won’t stand a chance.”
Vi grinned, brushing her nose against Cait’s cheek. “Well, if I die pleasing you… so be it. Honestly, that’d be the best way to go.”
Cait smiled, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, my love—you won’t die that night. But you’ll definitely get to experience what heaven feels like.”
Vi let out a mock gasp. “Caitlyn Kiramman, are you threatening me with a good time? Because if so, I’m all in. Just saying. Also—love the confidence.”
Cait chuckled, her fingers brushing gently along Vi’s jaw. “You bring it back out of me.”
Vi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good. I like this version of you—bold, brilliant, and just a little dangerous.”
They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in warmth and quiet affection, the earlier tension now softened into something tender.
Then Cait shifted slightly, wincing as her leg reminded her of its limits.
Vi noticed immediately. “Come on,” she said gently, helping Cait up with practiced care. “Let’s move to the sofa. You can rest, and I’ll pretend to work while we cuddle.”
Cait smirked. “Pretend?”
Vi grinned. “I’m very good at multitasking.”
They made their way to the sofa, settling in close—tablet nearby, but forgotten for now. Wrapped in each other, the world felt quieter. Softer. Just right.
At some point, Vi got up to grab a handful of veggies from the fridge.
“Help yourself to whatever you want,” Cait called out. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less. You know the contents of my fridge better than I do at this point,” she added playfully.
Vi returned to the couch, munching absently as she settled in with her tablet, pulling up her client files. She tossed a carrot into her mouth, then offered one to Cait.
Cait accepted the snack with a quiet smile and nestled closer, book in hand.
Vi reached into her bag and pulled out her headphones. “Mind if I put on some music?” she asked. “It helps me concentrate—kind of overrides the noise in my head.”
Cait looked up, her voice soft. “I don’t mind at all, darling. But if you’d rather, you can connect to my sound system. I usually play something while I read.”
Vi smirked. “Not sure you’ll enjoy my taste in music, babe.”
Cait raised a brow, amused. “You might be surprised. I like a wide range—classical, lo-fi, house, pop, R&B, punk, rock, alternative, jazz, blues, rap, indie, retro… even a bit of metal. Just not a big fan of country music. But you don’t strike me as a country girl.”
Vi laughed. “You’re full of surprises, Cupcake. And no—definitely not a fan of country.”
“Alright then, I’ll put on my work playlist. It’s nothing too intense—unlike when I work out. Do you know the band Sleep Token? The one from my hoodie you stole yesterday?” Vi asked.
“I can’t say I’m familiar with them,” Cait replied.
“Well, you’ll hear some of their softer songs on this playlist. There’s also some Kaleo, Crooked Colours, Arctic Monkeys—you see the vibe?”
“I know Kaleo and Arctic Monkeys from the ones you named. You can put your playlist on, honestly—I doubt I’ll mind, Vi,” said Cait.
“I’m actually surprised you’ve never heard of Sleep Token. They’re a British band, after all!”
“You’re aware that not all British people know each other, right?” Cait said, jokingly.
“You sure? I thought y’all were cousins!” Vi teased, connecting to the sound system. “Anyway, here’s Rain from them. I think you might like it.”
Cait paid attention as the song began to play. Something in the lyrics stirred up parallels with her own life—moments she could deeply relate to.
Like when the singer sang:
For so long, I have waited
So long that I almost became
Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody
And I don’t wanna get in your way
But I finally think I can say
That the vicious cycle was over
The moment you smiled at me
She remembered that feeling of stoicness—waking up bound to a hospital bed for weeks, broken, feeling fit for nobody. The shadows creeping in, the desperation pressing down… not wanting to burden anyone with her feelings until Vi smiled at her the first time she walked into her room. That smile had shattered the cycle of despair.
And then the next verse:
So touch me again
I feel my shadow dissolving
Will you cleanse me with pleasure?
Vi had that ability. With a simple embrace, she could chase away Cait’s shadows. She brought joy back into her life—quiet, steady, and real.
The song faded out, giving way to the next track.
“So,” Vi asked, glancing over, “did you like them?”
Cait nodded, her voice thoughtful. “Yes. I love how they play with different styles, and the singer’s voice is just… lovely. I’ll definitely look up more of their songs.”
“Oh yeah—Vessel’s vocals are insane,” Vi said with a grin. “He can go from soft and haunting to full-on primal in seconds. That’s why I love them so much.” She tapped back into her tablet. “Anyway, back to my charts. Let me know if a song doesn’t fit your vibe—I’ll skip it.”
Cait nodded, settling in again. She rested her head on Vi’s shoulder and picked up her book, easily finding her place.
They stayed like that, wrapped in comfortable silence—music playing softly in the background, each absorbed in their own world, yet fully together. Cait found the moment unexpectedly soothing, the kind of quiet intimacy she hadn’t realized she craved.
It lasted until Vi had to leave for the gym, breaking the spell with a reluctant stretch and a soft sigh.
“I’ve gotta head out,Gotta work out if I still want to be able to lift you.”she said, teasing.
“I’d prefer if you lifted me for reasons other than physio,” Cait replied, matching her tone.
Vi grinned. “Believe me, babe—I can’t wait either.”
Vi packed up her equipment, tucked everything neatly into her bag, then grabbed her backpack and slipped on her coat and boots. Before heading out, she leaned in for a soft goodbye kiss.
“Can I video call you when I’m back home?” she asked.
“Of course you can,” Cait said with a smile.
“Nice. Glad you’re not sick of talking to me yet.”
“I don’t see why I would be,” Cait replied playfully.
“Goodbye. Talk to you later then,” Vi said as she stepped into the elevator.
“Goodbye, later then,” Cait echoed, just as the doors slid shut.
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Around nine-thirty, Vi video-called Cait, and she answered right away.
“Hello, darling.”
“Hey babe, how’s it going?”
“I’m fine. Just watching a movie while scrolling through my feed—with Chief curled up next to me,” she said, turning the camera to show the sleepy feline.
“Aww, he looks so cozy. I’m jealous now—I wish I were sitting in his spot,” Vi said with a grin.
“No offense, Chief,” Cait said, glancing down at the cat, “but Vi’s definitely warmer and comfier than you.” Chief, unfazed, blinked slowly and resumed napping.
Cait squinted at the screen. “Where are you? I can barely see you—it’s so dark on your end.”
Vi chuckled, then sighed. “Okay, I guess I have to come clean. You’re totally going to make fun of me. Just… don’t be mad at Jayce, alright? It’s not his fault. This one’s all on me.”
She sounded oddly sheepish, and Cait tilted her head, intrigued.
“What happened? Are you alright?” she asked, slightly worried.
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Vi said quickly. “Jayce and I were doing some focus mitt drills. I was holding the mitts while he practiced a structured sequence—like ‘1-2-3-2,’ jab-cross-hook-cross, on repeat. But at some point, I guess my brain got bored, and I got distracted. I forgot to adjust my mitt position and ended up stopping his jab with my face instead of the pad.”
’’ Oh wow Vi, how is your face? ‘’ asked Cait, more worried now.
She turned on her bedside table lamp while she was sitting in her bed. She had a bruising cut on her left cheek bone.
‘’ Vi! You sure you don’t need stitches it looks bad ‘’
No, it’s fine, don’t—” Vi was interrupted by a knock at her bedroom door. “Wait a sec, I’ll go see what Powder wants.”
She got up, bringing her phone with her. The camera tilted awkwardly as Vi opened the door. “What’s up?” she asked her sister.
“Here, dumbass,” Powder said off-screen. “If you’re not getting stitches, at least put some ice on it—it’ll help with the swelling. Did you clean it properly? Let me take a look.”
“Yes, I cleaned it after my shower, Pow. I’m fine, seriously. I’ve had worse in prison. Plus, I’m on the phone with Cait—”
Before she could finish, Powder snatched the phone from her hands and came into view on the screen.
“Oh hey, Disney Princess,” she said to Cait. “Would you tell your dumbass girlfriend to put ice on that nasty cut at least? She’s fucking stubborn and refuses any help!”
Cait chuckled at Powder’s plea. “Yes, will do. I was just about to tell her the same when you came in.”
“Good.” Powder glanced off-camera at Vi, who was clearly protesting. “See? Your girlfriend agrees with me. We’re two against one—put the ice on.”
“Fiiine,” Vi groaned, reluctantly giving in.
“Also,” she added, “is this how it’s gonna be now? You two teaming up against me?”
“I don’t see why not,” Powder said, smirking. “Especially when you’re obviously wrong. What do you say, hot cop?”
“I agree,” Cait said, amused—no longer flinching at the Lanes sisters' questionable taste in nicknames. This was her life now, and she’d learned that contesting it was utterly pointless.
“That’s all I wanted to hear—OH MY GODDESS, your cat is so fucking cute! What’s his name?” Powder exclaimed, suddenly distracted by Chief, who had perched himself on the backrest of the couch near Cait, as usual.
“Thank you. I’m sure he appreciates the compliment,” Cait said, petting his chubby cheeks. “His name is Chief Reginald Von Purrington the Third.”
“That is such an epic name! I love him!” Powder leaned closer to the screen, her eyes wide with excitement. Cait giggled—at this point, all she could see were Powder’s eyes and forehead in extreme close-up.
“Are you planning to give me my phone back, or should I leave you two alone?” Vi asked, clearly annoyed.
“Jeez, jealous much?” Powder said, rolling her eyes playfully.
“I’m not jealous! You’re not even competition—I just want my phone back,” Vi snapped, now visibly irritated.
“Who’s to say? Now that you’re disfigured, maybe she’ll prefer me!” Powder teased.
“To be honest, Powder, our love would be impossible, you’re a bit too young for me I’m affraid,” Cait replied with a playful smile.
“What a shame. I’m sure we would’ve been good together, Disney Princess,” Powder sighed dramatically. “In another life, I guess. I’ll have to settle for Ekko in this one.” She handed the phone back to Vi. “Here—take your girlfriend before I change my mind. And you better keep that ice on, or I swear I’ll unscrew your door if you try to keep me out and ignore the voice of reason.”
“Yeah, yeah—go away now,” Vi muttered, pushing her sister out and shutting the door behind her.
“Sorry about that,” Vi said, turning back to Cait as she sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
“No problem. I don’t mind talking to your sister—she’s funny,” Cait said with a chuckle.
Vi feigned offense. “And here I thought I was the funny one.”
“I mean, you are funny too. I guess it’s hereditary,” Cait teased, then added, “But I don’t get it—why did you think I’d make fun of you for getting distracted and getting hit in the face?”
Vi looked away, still holding the ice pack to her cheek. “Because of the reason I got distracted,” she said, sheepishly.
“What was it?” Cait asked, her curiosity now fully piqued.
“I might’ve been distracted thinking about…” Vi cleared her throat awkwardly. “Yahboobz,” she mumbled so fast and low that Cait didn’t catch it.
“Sorry, what was that last part? I didn’t hear you.”
Vi let out a long sigh and repeated, more clearly, “This is so humiliating… Okay. I was distracted because I was thinking about your boobs. There—I said it!”
It took Cait a second to register what Vi had just confessed. Then she burst into laughter. “So let me get this straight—you got distracted and punched in the face by my best friend because you were thinking about my boobs?”
“In my defense,” Vi said, holding up a finger, “they’re amazing and totally worth daydreaming about.”
Cait laughed even harder. “But Vi, you haven’t even seen them!”
“I’ve seen you in underwear. Tight tank tops. And don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing when you wear those cute little tops that show just enough. I’ve touched them too. That’s already enough to know they’re amazing.”
Cait smirked. “Please promise me you won’t walk into traffic once you’ve seen me naked.”
Vi narrowed her eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Of course I am,” Cait said, laughing. “I mean, I’ve been told I have great boobs before, but causing actual bodily harm? That’s a new level of flattery.”
“Go ahead, laugh all you want,” Vi muttered, sinking deeper into the pillows. “Just know I’m suffering.”
“Aww, sorry, my love. I’ll stop, I promise,” Cait said, her voice softening. “But seriously, I think you should disinfect that cut and cover it once you’re done with the ice. Will you do that for me? Just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
Vi sighed. “Seriously, I’ve been through worse in Stillwater and survived.”
“Doesn’t mean you should ignore this just because you’ve been through worse,” Cait replied. Then, after a beat, she added with a teasing smile, “Please? If you do it, I might even let you touch my boobs again next time you come by.”
She chuckled, clearly enjoying herself.
“You’ve got a deal!” Vi said, instantly perking up enthusiastically.
“That’s my good girl,” Cait said smugly.
Vi groaned. “Okay, now you’re outright trying to get me killed, woman.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so easy to fluster,” Cait replied, grinning. “I had to take my revenge for that little stunt you pulled during the last exercise of our session.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Vi said innocently. “I remember being very professional.”
“Mmhmm,” Cait hummed, clearly unconvinced. “So you sliding your hand under my shirt and casually grazing the hem of my underwear—that was you being professional? I’m not the jealous type, but if that’s standard treatment for all your clients, I might start reconsidering.”
“Nope, don’t worry, babe,” Vi said with a grin. “That’s your exclusive VIP treatment—only available to you.”
“Glad to know,” Cait said with a warm smile. “So, your sister’s decided I’m your girlfriend, apparently,” she added playfully.
“Sorry,” Vi replied, a little sheepish. “She’s been calling you that since she saw your picture on the news. I know it’s probably too soon to put any label on us...”
“Too soon or not, I like where we’re heading,” Cait said gently. “Labels can wait. Not that I’m opposed to the idea—it’d be an honor, honestly, to be called your girlfriend eventually.”
Vi let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I mean… we’re still figuring this out, right?”
Cait nodded, her eye steady. “Right.”
They didn’t say anything for a moment. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was full. Like both of them knew exactly what they weren’t saying.
Vi shifted slightly, her voice low. “Still… it does have a nice ring.”
“It does indeed,” Cait said softly. “I think it’s safe to say we’re heading in that direction—slowly, but surely.”
“I agree,” Vi replied, her smile gentle, the kind that lingered.
After a few seconds of quiet, Vi spoke up.
“Did you eat something for dinner?”
“Yes, I didn’t forget tonight,” Cait replied. “I went for something simple—just a salad. I can’t stand for long, so I kept it easy. Plus, I had some snacks earlier while watching my movie.”
“Good job, Cupcake. Look at you, feeding yourself,” Vi said with a grin. “Making food on your own, alone at home—that’s another milestone checked off our goal list.”
“Good job me, for doing basic tasks,” Cait said sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m serious. For where you’re at, it’s a real accomplishment. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” Cait said simply. Then, with a hint of pride, she added, “You’ll probably be over the moon to hear that I managed to get undressed, take a shower while keeping my leg completely dry—wrapped it perfectly—and got into my PJs in under an hour today.”
“That’s really good,” Vi said, impressed. “But remember—”
“It’s not a race, I know. Safety first,” Cait cut in, already anticipating the lecture.
“Yup, that’s right!” Vi chuckled. “I forgot to ask—how’s the shower bench? Are the grab bars working out okay?”
“They’re perfect. I can’t thank you enough for all of it,” Cait said warmly.
“Just happy to hear you’re doing well at home on your own,” Vi replied, her voice soft with affection.
“Also—your hoodie,” Cait said, gesturing to the stolen garment she was wearing, “reminded me to go listen to more Sleep Token.”
“Oh yeah? Which ones have you listened to so far? Any opinions?” Vi asked, genuinely curious.
“I really liked Rain—the first one you showed me. And the ending of The Summoning? Honestly, it’s kind of sexy. That was a pleasant surprise.” Cait smirked. “From the latest album, I’ve listened to Provider, Caramel, and Dangerous. That last one… kind of reminds me of a certain someone.”
She looked pointedly at Vi, a smug smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Wow, you really gave it a try, huh?” Vi said, a little surprised.
“Of course. If I’m going to wear your stolen hoodie, I have to educate myself on the band responsible for making such soft hoodies, plus I must keep up with my little British cousin's band” Cait teased.
Vi chuckled. “Fair enough. Any favorites so far?”
“Wait, give me a sec… let me check the title.” Cait paused, scrolling. “Mmm. I really loved Euclid.”
She hesitated for a beat, then decided to be honest. “It reminds me of us. Because of some of the lyrics.”
“Oh yeah?” Vi asked, her voice low now as she lay comfortably on her back, the ice pack balanced on her cheek. “How so?”
“Wait, let me pull up the lyrics real quick,” Cait said, tapping at her screen. “I might just be overanalyzing. I love dissecting things—if you haven’t noticed yet.” She gave a small laugh. “I like finding pieces of myself in a song, imagining what the artist might’ve felt while writing it. It’s silly, really… sorry, I’m babbling.”
“Hey, it’s fine, babe,” Vi said warmly. “I actually find that super cute about you. And yeah, I’ve noticed—you love breaking things down and understanding them. That’s why you’re the best damn detective I know.”
Cait suddenly felt seen—really seen—and it caught her off guard. She froze for a moment, unsure how to react to the fact that Vi had noticed the parts of her she usually kept tucked away. The quirks she often masked, afraid they’d come off as awkward or too much if spoken aloud… Vi saw them. And found them—cute?
It was disarming. And oddly comforting.
“Really? You actually like my random deep-dive analyses?”
“I genuinely enjoy hearing what’s going on in that brilliant brain of yours. Even when you seem to be doing nothing, you’re always questioning, analyzing, thinking. So go on—tell me about those lyrics. I want to hear it.”
“Okay, but I have to remind you—you asked for this,” Cait said with a soft smile. “So… I know the piece explores themes of love, loss, memory, and transformation.”
She glanced at her screen, then continued. “‘Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry / A parallel I would lay my life on.’ That line hit me hard. It speaks to emotional balance. We come from completely different worlds—Piltover and Zaun—but somehow, we balance each other. You’re impulsive, fierce, unapologetically yourself. You thrive on improvisation. I’m reserved, structured, methodical, analytical. We challenge each other, ground each other. Emotional opposites that somehow fit perfectly. We can rely on each other.”
She paused, her voice softening. “Then there’s ‘Call me when you have the time / I just need to leave this part of me behind.’ That made me think of the first time I called you. I felt so broken. I wanted to leave that version of myself behind and never look back. But you helped me heal. You helped me accept this new version of me. Like when he says, ‘I must be someone new.’”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “And ‘Autumn leaves under ancient canopies’—that instantly reminded me of our first date out. Sitting under those trees, the leaves turning. That night felt stolen from the rest of the world. Just us.”
She looked up from her screen, her eye meeting Vi’s. “Then there’s ‘If your wings won’t find you heaven / I will bring it down like ancient bygone.’ That’s what you did for me. I couldn’t see a good life for myself anymore. I was at my lowest. And you… you brought hope back into my life.”
Cait hesitated, then added with a playful glint, “And ‘We tangle endlessly like lovers entwined’—I think you know exactly where my mind went with that one.”
She let out a breath, half-laughing at herself. “Anyway, I know it’s not perfect. I probably twisted it to fit my own biased narrative. But the tone of the song—it’s gentle, aching, reflective. It mirrors the quiet moments between us. The silences that aren’t empty. The glances that say more than words. That’s Euclid. Not loud declarations, just the quiet gravity of two people orbiting each other.”
“So… that was my analysis,” Cait said with a nervous chuckle. “It lasted longer than the song itself, so I’m going to stop talking now.” She looked away, suddenly shy, avoiding Vi’s gaze.
“Wow,” Vi said softly, her voice full of warmth. “Cait, how could you expect me not to fall in love with you when you quote one of my favorite songs like that? Scratch that—it’s officially my number one now.”
Cait’s breath caught for a second. She looked back at Vi, her eye searching. “You know… I don’t usually say things like that aloud. I overthink everything. I rehearse conversations in my head, and even then I rarely say what I mean. But with you… it just comes out. And I don’t feel stupid for saying it.”
She paused, her voice quieter now. “So if that analysis made you fall a little more… then I’m glad I said it out loud this time.”
Vi didn’t speak right away. She just looked at Cait through the screen, her expression soft, almost reverent. “You never sound stupid to me. You sound like someone who feels deeply and thinks beautifully. And I love that about you.”
Vi shifted slightly, the ice pack forgotten, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish I could reach through this screen right now. Just to be closer to you… to hold you.”
Cait smiled softly. “I wish you could too.”
They lingered in the silence that followed—not empty, but full of everything they didn’t need to say. Just warmth, connection, and the quiet ache of distance.
Eventually, Vi broke the silence with a reluctant sigh. “I hate to say this, but I should probably go clean up this mess,” she said, gesturing to her bruised face. “And… I should try to get some sleep. Sadly.”
“Goodnight, my love,” Cait said with a teasing glint in her eye. “And if you dream about my boobs… at least make sure I’m not wearing anything.”
Vi smirked. “No clothes? Got it. I’ll make sure the dream does you justice… or maybe I’ll just stay awake and imagine it instead.” She said winking.
‘’ Either way, sweet dreams Vi.’’
‘’ Goodnight Cait.’’