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“Vi?” Caitlyn asked once she had recovered enough from the leg shaking orgasm Vi had just given her to form coherent words.
“Hm?” Vi hummed from her position lying alongside Caitlyn.
“Can I ask you something?”
“‘Course cupcake, anything,” Vi responded. Caitlyn turned onto her side to mirror Vi, resting her head on her arm.
“Is there a reason that you always decline when I offer to-
“Get me off?”
“I was going to say reciprocate, but yes,” Cait said with a snort. She noticed Vi’s eyes flick down evasively, “But of course you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want, just forget I asked,” she added in a rush.
“Nah it’s alright, I just- it’s a lot. Not a lot of opportunities in the Lanes or when I was in lockup to find someone you trust to do that for you, ya know. Not that I don’t trust you Cupcake, the idea just makes me kinda nervous I guess,” Vi explained.
“Is that, something you’d want to explore? eventually I mean, not right now,”
“Maybe? I dunno”
“You don’t have to answer now, I just want to make you feel as good as you do for me,” Caitlyn said, brushing a stray lock of pink hair off Vi’s forehead. Vi captured Caitlyn’s hand in her own and placed a kiss to her palm.
“Trust me cupcake, taking care of you makes me feel all kinds of good,” Vi said with a wolfish grin.
“You are insatiable you know that?” Caitlyn replied.
“I hardly see you complaining,” Vi said, pulling Caitlyn into a bear hug on top of her. Caitlyn huffed and rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face.
It was a busy couple of weeks after that with scant time for the two of them to spend alone together. Fleeting touches and hurried kisses were all the two could exchange. So Caitlyn was somewhat surprised when Vi shyly brought it up again while they laid together in bed enjoying the soft fading glow of the evening.
“So I’ve been thinking about that thing you said, a lot actually,” Vi said face half buried in a pillow. Caitlyn was laying mirrored beside her and cocked her head slightly.
“Which thing was that love?” she asked. She noticed a blush bloom across Vi’s face.
“About you uh helping get me off,” she mumbled into the pillow. Caitlyn felt her heart skip a beat.
“Oh, oh,” Caitlyn replied eloquently, “Do you- is that what you want?”
“Sort of? I had an idea,”
“Care to share?” Caitlyn prodded gently. Vi grunted and turned her face further into the pillow.
“Vi?” Caitlyn asked. There was a muffled response from the pillow that Caitlyn couldn’t quite make out.
“Ya know we don’t have to talk about this, but you did bring it up first darling,” Caitlyn said with a smile in her voice. She scratched her nails across the back of Vi’s scalp in the way that always make Vi melt. The action had it’s desired effect and she watched the tension melt from Vi’s shoulders with a contented noise.
“S’ embarrassing,” Vi groaned eventually. Caitlyn couldn’t hold back a chuckle.
“Please tell me darling?” Caitlyn asked again, continuing to play with her hair.
“Would you kiss me while I…touched myself,” she said her head barely turned out enough for Caitlyn to hear her. Caitlyn swallowed and felt heat shoot down her abdomen.
“I would like that,” Caitlyn said with barely constrained excitement. Caitlyn touching her aside, Vi rarely even got herself off after she had wrecked Caitlyn. Usually saying that she was satisfied enough just making Caitlyn feel good.
Caitlyn had seen Vi come maybe once. It must have been after Vi thought she was already asleep, she hadn’t known what Vi was doing laying turned away from her until she heard her. Heat erupted through her body when she realized what was happening but she dared not move. So instead she laid, silent and still, listening to Vi quietly get herself off. Her breath coming in short huffs, occasional slick sounds from her shifting hips. Eventually Vi’s breaths became stuttering. Caitlyn dared to glance over. The only indicators of Vi’s orgasm were a tightening of her back muscles and a quiet “fuck” rasped into the pillow. She shuddered and then slipped out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. And suddenly Caitlyn was alone in their bed, so turned on it nearly hurt and unable to do anything about it. She groaned a swear of her own and turned to stare at the ceiling as the sound of the faucet ran in the bathroom.
“Oh okay, cool,” Vi said, pulling Caitlyn back to the present.
“Is that something you want now?” Caitlyn asked.
“I’d like to try,” Vi replied turning to face Caitlyn with an astonishing vulnerable expression. She shifted further over to kiss Caitlyn, deep and fierce.
“How do you want me,” Caitlyn breathed.
“I just want you close,” Vi responded. She shifted onto her back as Caitlyn laid along side her, bodies pressed together. Caitlyn placed one hand on Vi’s stomach, lighting running her fingers across Vi’s toned abs as she continued to kiss her. She moved to skim her lips across Vi’s jaw, pressing kisses up the line of it until she suddenly took the lobe of Vi’s ear gently into her teeth. Vi shivered and lolled her head to the side to give Caitlyn more access. Hesitantly, Vi moved her hand down to her boxers, skimming along the waistband before shyly slipping underneath.
“That’s it, good girl. Make yourself feel good for me,” Caitlyn murmured against Vi’s skin.
“Fuck, Cait,” Vi breathed, beginning to move her hand against her self. Just like before, small huffs of breath were the only sound Vi made as she continued to work her hand between her legs. Caitlyn trailed her hand up Vi’s abdomen to her chest and brushed the pad of her thumb over the rosy bud of one of her breasts. Vi jolted and gasped a high needy sound that shot heat down Caitlyn’s spine. Vi’s other hand gripped the pillows above her.
“This good?” Caitlyn asked pausing briefly. Vi nodded fervently and Caitlyn grinned against her. Vi arched into Caitlyn’s touch as she continued to palm Vi’s breast, lips still trailing up and down her neck. Vi’s breath was coming in increasingly frantic huffs and Caitlyn noticed her jaw was clenched hard enough to crack a walnut.
“Vi,” Caitlyn said gently, pressing a kiss to her temple, “you don’t have to keep yourself quiet you know.” She felt the tension lessen just a smidge, and was filled with new determination to coax more sounds from her. She experimentally took the bud of one nipple between thumb and finger and pinched just slightly. Vi gasped sharply again. “That’s it, just like that. Let me hear you baby,” Caitlyn purred. Vi screwed her eyes shut and moaned as Caitlyn dragged her teeth across vi”s feverish skin.
“Cait, I-I need…fuck” Vi whined.
“What is it baby, tell me and it’s yours,” Caitlyn murmured.
“Keep talking, please,” she gasped. Oh. Caitlyn thought, anything more coherent having flown away. Vi had always teased her about her “poshsider” accent but she could have sworn there was something behind the deflection, and now it had all clicked into place.
“Yeah? You like it when I talk to you like this? When I tell you how pretty you look, how you drive me crazy everyday. I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” Caitlyn continued. The effect was immediate and devastating.
“Fuck, oh my god. Cait I-” Vi gasped frantically.
“You’re okay I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Caitlyn cooed. Vi came with a bitten off cry, back arching then slumping back down into the mattress. She let Vi catch her breath, soothingly running her hand over Vi’s hip.
“Feeling good?” Caitlyn asked.
“Yeah,” Vi said, shyly glancing over at Caitlyn, “I- I liked that. Thank you cupcake,”
“Of course Vi,” Caitlyn grinned, feeling downright giddy.
They fell into a comfortable kind of routine after that. Vi remained enthusiastic in her pursuits to unravel Caitlyn in every possible way like she was testing how loud she could make Caitlyn scream her name. Though now, occasionally, she would ask for Caitlyn for help and she would obligingly murmur sweet nothing and kiss Vi stupid until she was able to get herself off. Caitlyn would never get tired of seeing Vi fall apart. The way her muscles would flex and her breathing would hitch was a dead giveaway every time that she was close. She would have been satisfied with such intimacy forever, that was until Vi decided she was the one who wanted more.
Vi practically pounced on Caitlyn when she got home one night.
“Someone’s excited to see me,” Caitlyn chuckled in between kisses.
“I missed you,” Vi responded, hands already wandering.
“You saw me this morning,” Caitlyn said.
“Still,” Vi said with a wry smile. She continued to kiss Caitlyn all the while systematically stripping her out of her work clothes as they stumbled towards the couch. They landed with Vi straddling Caitlyn’s lap on the couch, Vi having just succeeded in pulling Caitlyn’s shirt off.
“Eager, what’s got you so wound up,” Caitlyn asked as Vi’s mouth trailed down to Caitlyn’s neck.
“Mm no reason,” Vi hummed.
“Vi,” Caitlyn pressed.
“I uh wanted to ask you something,” Vi said finally, pulling back to look at Caitlyn.
“Go on,” Caitlyn said roaming her hands up Vi’s thighs.
“I want you to touch me,” Vi breathed. Caitlyn felt a flutter in her heart that then settled lower in her stomach.
“You’re sure?” Caitlyn asked, her gaze locked on Vi’s.
“Never been more sure,” Vi responded. This time it was Caitlyn that surged forward to kiss her. She locked her arms under Vi and hoisted them up to maneuver to their bedroom. Vi laughed somewhat breathlessly when Caitlyn deposited her on her back onto their bed,
“Sometimes I forget how strong you are cupcake,”
“Always glad to remind you,” Caitlyn said crawling forward over Vi to kiss her again, “Now, you’ve done an admirable job of stripping me of my clothes but you are still wearing far too many I fear,”
“Maybe you should do something about it then,” Vi said with a smirk. They made quick work of shedding Vi’s jacket, shirt, and chest bindings, the process occasionally interrupted by Vi’s desire to keep kissing Caitlyn. Caitlyn paused for a moment to admire her lover. Vi was all well toned muscle that made Caitlyn want to worship every part of her.
“You just gonna keep staring or are you actually gonna do something?” Vi teased. It was many times that Caitlyn had been caught staring, but she just couldn’t help it.
“God you’re beautiful,” Caitlyn said reverently. Vi blinked, a blush rising in her face.
“You sure do like to say that huh cupcake,” Vi said quieter, almost bashful.
“I’d wager you like hearing it just as much,” Caitlyn retorted with a knowing smile.
“Nothin gets past you huh Sheriff?” Vi chuckled, “You sweet talk everyone like that or am I just special?”
“Oh I think we both know how much you like to hear me talk,” Caitlyn purred, leaning back down to pepper kisses across Vi’s neck and chest. She felt the bob of Vi’s throat as she swallowed, “What, no response this time? There’s no need to be embarrassed love.” Caitlyn then shifted to press her thigh up further between Vi’s legs.
“Fuck, Cait,” Vi groaned, canting her hips unsteadily against Caitlyn. She moved to push her hair out of her face and Caitlyn noticed that Vi’s hands were trembling, just slightly. Under all the usual bravado and teasing, she was nervous. It sent a pang of such intense fondness through Caitlyn’s heart that she could have cried. The fact that Vi trusted her enough, felt safe enough, to let Caitlyn do this for her made her feel like she was the luckiest person in the whole world, as cliche as it sounded. She skimmed her lips down further to press hot opened-mouthed kisses across Vi’s chest. Vi draped her arms around Caitlyn’s shoulders, holding her close and arching into the sensation as Caitlyn laved her tongue across one breast then the other.
“I love how sensitive you are, so reactive for me,” Caitlyn murmured. She had slowly managed to coax more and more sounds from Vi and each one was like music. She shifted her weight to brace on one forearm and lazily meandered one hand down Vi’s abdomen to the waistband of her pants. She ran her thumb just underneath to gauge Vi’s reaction.
“Don’t keep a girl waiting,” Vi said, voice raspy with want. Caitlyn sat up and had to smother a laugh as Vi actually whined at the loss of pressure as Caitlyn withdrew her leg and then promptly flushed aggressively, hiding her face in her arms.
“You’re cute when you’re needy,” Caitlyn said and Vi responded something that sounded suspiciously like a muffled “fuck off.” At that she did laugh. “Lift,” she said, hands on Vi’s hips. Vi did and Caitlyn deftly popped the button on Vi’s pants and slid then down and off her legs.
“Can I take these off?” Caitlyn asked, tracing the hem of Vi’s boxers with her fingers. There was another muffled response that Caitlyn couldn’t make out. “Vi?” she asked again softer. Vi finally moved her arms off her face to above her head.
“Please, I want you,” Vi said, louder this time. Her expression was such open want it made Caitlyn want to devour her completely. She stripped Vi’s boxers off and leaned back down to crash their lips together with renewed fervor. Vi moaned deliciously against her mouth as she slid her fingers through Vi’s cunt. Vi drew her legs up, thighs squeezing around Caitlyn, panting as Caitlyn began rubbing agonizingly slow circles around Vi’s clit. She whined a drawn out curse as Caitlyn pressed two of her long slender fingers knuckle deep inside of her. Caitlyn stilled her just a moment, allowing Vi time to adjust, and took to skimming her lips lightly over Vi’s feverish skin.
“That’s a good girl, you feel so good. Better than I imagined,” Caitlyn cooed.
“Imagined huh? Think about this a lot?” Vi huffed raggedly. She shuddered as Caitlyn started to move again, thrusting and curling her fingers just so.
“You have no idea. I should get a fucking medal for my restraint. The amount of times I’ve imagined bending you over every piece of furniture in our house…let’s just say it’s been more than a few,” Caitlyn confessed, “You drive me wild Violet,” she pressed the heel of her hand to Vi’s clit and Vi gasped and gripped Caitlyn’s wrist. Any coherent words had fled Vi’s tongue, only small needy sounds now tumbled from her lips. Her breath hitched in such a way that let Caitlyn know she was oh so close. Her eyes were screwed shut, the hand not gripping Caitlyn was fisted the the sheets.
“You can do it baby, just let go. Don’t forget to breath,” Caitlyn coaxed. Vi shattered, back arching, with a hoarse cry of “Caitlyn!”
She stroked Vi through her orgasm as she gasped and shuddered underneath her, continuing to murmur sweet nothings against Vi’s skin as she came back down. She withdrew the hand between Vi’s legs and scooted off the the side to lay along side her. After a moment Vi brought her hands up to again push her hair off her sweaty forehead.
“Still with me?” Caitlyn asked.
“Fuck cupcake, you cannot sound that innocent after you just made me see God,” Vi groaned. Laughter overtook Caitlyn then, the kind that had her wiping tears of mirth from her eyes at the end of it.
“I love you Vi,” Caitlyn said, reaching over to stroke her thumb over Vi’s cheek.
“I love you too Cupcake. I- I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” Vi said taking Caitlyn’s hand in hers and pressing a kiss to her fingertips.
“Hey none of that,” Caitlyn said, but then her expression shifted to something with more mischief, “Besides, what’s that phrase? Good things come for those who wait?”
Caitlyn’s smug grin was immediately met with a pillow to the face.