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I thought the lesbian hyperfixation had been sated back when I was writing CaitVi AU.
Alas, Pride Month appears to have reignited it because ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT is this story right now.
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Caitlyn went back and forth on whether or not she was going to go over the next couple of days, but ultimately she found herself heading over the bridge to Zaun a couple of hours early anyway. Babette had told her she ought to be trying to socialise more if she wanted to... feel less of an outsider, and seem like one to the others too. And maybe Vi offering to teach her self-defense like she had the other workers was some kind of reaching out? Which meant Caitlyn had to meet her half-way if she wanted to not be a hypocrite after asking if they could be more civil to each other.
It was the earliest she'd ever gotten there, though Caitlyn's brief concern that she wouldn't be able to enter were assauged by the open doors and audible voices. A few of them looked surprised when she walked in, and Powder looked over from where she was swinging her legs under the seat of her bar stool to her sister. Vi shrugged. Caitlyn did her best not to let her gaze linger on exposed shoulders and arms.
"What? You think the princess here knows how to fight? Told her she could join in."
Caitlyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Vi's tone was fine, and that had been her concession.
"Don't mind me, I'm back on my meds. Takes a while to get my levels back up though so Vi and Ekko are taking turns babysitting me. Ekko's at work right now so I'm here to bug my sister."
Powder said, no doubt referencing the... episode Caitlyn had inadvertently walked in a few days prior. She nodded slowly.
"How are you feeling?"
"Eh, adjustment periods suck but I'm doing okay."
Powder certainly looked more relaxed than she had the other day, though she seemed incapable of sitting still and there were shredded up paper towels on the bar next to where she sat. Caitlyn also caught sight of a sketchpad and pens, alongside some kind of handheld games console (the name escaped her, but then Caitlyn wasn't much of a gamer beyond occasional trips to arcades to watch Jayce embarrass himself). With how twitchy she was, it was easy to picture her shifting between tasks to try and keep her attention on something.
"Right, girls, gays and theys. Who wants to try and hit me first?"
"I do!"
Mylo leapt up to volunteer, but since everyone was laughing (including Vi) it seemed to be part of their usual sibling-like behaviour. Vi gestured for Caitlyn to join the group with one hand, then squared up to Mylo.
It was... interesting, watching how invested Vi was in each person, correcting forms and encouraging everybody. She threw in the occasional ribbing about her training not sticking and teased Mylo and Claggor in particular, but they shot right back.
"Right, what do Pilties do for exercise? Besides ride the pole."
Vi asked when she eventually got around to Caitlyn, eyes glittering with amusement.
"I'm shocked you think we do anything at all."
She shot back, and Vi seemed even more amused by that.
"I know you do something to be able to hold yourself up on the pole, cus I can do this."
Vi ran across to the stage and swung herself up on the pole, and she was definitely showing off because Caitlyn knew the back and core strength it took to perform the 'human flag' that straight, and the arm strength it took to even be able to support the rest of her body. The way she leapt and bounded around was also quite impressive given her bulk, Caitlyn thought (in a purely objective way) as she raced back over.
"So... you're obviously doing more than lifting fancy snacks and tiny teacups up."
"Is that important?"
Caitlyn asked, and Vi cocked her head as though she was being stupid.
"Yes. If you do martial arts, I'm probably wasting my time here."
"Fair enough. I initially took up pole dancing as a fitness class. Before that, running. And competitive marksmanship."
She saw the sarcastic remark on Vi's tongue. Could clearly imagine her saying something about typical Piltover hobbies. But Vi left it alone for some reason, and Caitlyn was immensely grateful. Shooting was a family tradition. Not something she was in the mood to think about in the moment.
"So no excuse for shitty aim. When did you last eat?"
Caitlyn blinked as Vi's eyes flicked up to her face and back down again.
"Excuse me?"
"You're sweating and your hands are shaking. You haven't done anything yet, so those can be signs of low blood sugar. When did you last eat?"
Caitlyn looked down and realised Vi was right, then ran her mind back.
"A few hours ago, I normally eat my highest carbohydrate meal around now before I come to work."
"Sit."
Vi nudged her over to the bar, a couple of seats over from Powder while she hopped over the bar and ducked down.
"She's trained in First Aid, she knows what she's doing."
Powder commented, twirling a pen between her fingers as she watched Caitlyn. Vi placed a tablet on the side next to a glass of something fizzy.
"Electrolytes and full-sugar cola. Drink that and then I'll get you some water. Guess your lesson in ass-kicking will have to wait. While I'm here, who else needs their pills?"
As Caitlyn sipped the cola, she watched Vi dispense tablets to a few of the other dancers, then look over to Powder who hummed in thought, then shook her head.
"I'm good."
Vi nodded, smiled at her sister and Caitlyn heard her closing something up.
"You allergic to anything, Caitlyn?"
She shook her head, and didn't get time to ask why Vi was asking before she'd gone and grabbed Mylo, then dragged him off toward the kitchen. Powder span around on her seat and flipped open her sketchbook, scratching out rough, graffiti-style writing and animal faces on the paper while she hummed to herself.
"Took three tries to find something that didn't make my hands shake. Vi knew I'd rather be out of my mind than not be able to draw."
Caitlyn glanced around but saw nobody close enough. Powder was apparently talking to her.
"They give you the shakes? So you're taking... antipsychotic medication, I assume?"
She'd put the noticable fidgeting and Powder's previous behaviour and admissions together with uncontrollable shaking, and Powder seemed briefly surprised how quickly Caitlyn had caught on.
"You drop out of med school to strip?"
Caitlyn shook her head and downed the rest of the cola, rather than continue to deal with the fuzzy feeling it was leaving on her teeth while she sipped it.
"No. My father's a doctor. I used to read his textbooks when I was grounded and finished with my homework."
"What, does your home have it's own library?"
"Not anymore. I moved out of my childhood home, which did. "
Powder simply laughed.
"Topside really is a whole other planet, huh? What are you doing in the undercity?"
Caitlyn was saved the trouble of trying to answer that, floundering a little under that intense, piercing stare Powder had focused on her. Vi called out and Powder jumped over the bar. Apparently a family trait.
"Eat up sluts!"
Vi called out, which made the others laugh and approach. Caitlyn was thankful to realise they had left her to perk back up without hovering or ogling at her, as they'd all gone off and chatted to each other while they waited for Vi, Mylo and Powder to come out with trays of sandwiches and cupcakes. She plopped a cupcake and a glass of water in front of Caitlyn.
"You're probably not eating enough to keep up with this job. This shit is demanding, so eat the cupcake."
"I've been fine for several weeks."
Caitlyn protested. Vi shrugged.
"As you get better, you gain muscle mass and require more calories to fuel that. And you get a little more adventurous on stage, so you burn even more energy off. Either eat more or start carrying energy gels for a carb hit before you get on stage. You drive home, princess. Don't be stupid about this. Viktor! Get your bony ass over here and eat."
"Charming as ever, Violet."
"Call me that again and I'll break your other leg."
She hadn't noticed Viktor was even there, but he did indeed join them at the bar and, despite the threats of violence, he accepted the sustenance Vi pushed upon him. As she observed everyone's behaviour, Caitlyn realised what Babette had been talking about before. The others were... hanging out, eating and chatting and supporting each other. And Caitlyn had had no idea because she'd never come in early enough to see it until then.
"Is this a regular occurence?"
"Staff eat for free and it's a chance to hang out, make sure everyone's relaxed and hydrated before the lights go down."
Vi answered. She was hovering, glancing between Caitlyn's face and hands periodically.
"I feel much better, thank you. So, Vi is short for-"
"Yes. Don't ever call me that."
Vi cut her off, and her look left no room for argument. Caitlyn dropped it, curious as she was.
"Don't you ever get tired of punching things?"
Gert complained as she approached the bar, offering Caitlyn a smile before she turned back to Vi.
"Quit whining, how else is Mylo gonna get the chance to check out those muscles? He's too shy to watch you on stage once the layers come off cus he wants you to know he's a gentleman!"
Vi teased back, then raised one hand and flexed it.
"I guess the downside is that I'd have to take time off boxing if I wanted to get my hands tattooed. Yanno, so I can offer a nicer necklace to women."
Caitlyn frowned, confused. Vi noticed, then turned her hand and placed it loosely around her own neck.
"Choking joke. Maybe they don't have kinks in Piltover. For all I know you guys reproduce asexually. With machines and test tubes."
"Pilties aren't aliens, Vi."
"Hey, ace jokes are mine, step back!"
Gert and Powder played along and Vi laughed. Caitlyn was glad they weren't paying attention to her for a moment, because that image had done... something to her. She tried to ignore it, and hoped any flushing on her face was put down to the large amount of sugar Vi had fed her in the last thirty minutes.
Vi grabbed a cupcake and held Caitlyn's eye, watching her face as she licked the icing off the top. Caitlyn swallowed. Vi winked and walked off.
Caitlyn wondered if her life had actually been easier when Vi wasn't talking to her.
A small part of Vi felt... guilty, because she'd had the idea almost the instant Ekko called her to say Powder had fallen asleep at his place and asked if she wanted him to wake her and bring her home.
"You've got morning meds and clean clothes there so she can go to college, right?"
"Yeah, 'course I do."
"Then let her sleep. Just call me if she needs me, and I'll come get her."
Caitlyn had lingered after she was done on stage, and gave Vi a sarcastic look before holding up a protein bar she must have gotten from Mylo when she caught Vi appearing surprised.
The excuse was paper thin, barely a justification when they both could see Caitlyn felt fine after earlier. But when Vi asked if Caitlyn was sure she felt up to getting home, Caitlyn did not take long to catch on to the implication.
Neither of them acknowledged it out loud, not when Vi locked the main doors behind her and saddled up on her bike with Caitlyn wrapped tight around her back (Vi thanked her past self for deciding to always keep her spare helmet at work). Not when they pulled up outside her place in the dark. Not even when Vi shoved Caitlyn up against the front door as soon as it was closed and leant up to kiss her. Her boots and jacket were haphazardly discarded between biting kisses as they stumbled toward her bedroom.
They barely said a word until Vi had Caitlyn pressed down onto her mattress, her face flushed while Vi wondered how it was fair the other woman could so easily make her stupid with lust so fucking fast.
"Are you a stone top?"
Caitlyn eventually asked between deep breaths. Vi shook her head.
"No. I'm definitely more of a top, but I got no problems switching when the mood strikes. Why?"
"Just checking. Limited pool of information so far, you barely let me touch you last time. I wanted to be sure if that was a hard boundary so I could maintain a respectful distance from anywhere you don't like to be touched."
Vi shrugged.
"No. But since we're on the topic of touch..." Vi trailed one hand up over Caitlyn's clothed arm and let her fingers settle just below her throat "I saw your reaction earlier."
Caitlyn's flush darkened and her throat bobbed as she swallowed heavily.
"I... can't say that had ever come up before."
"Then it's not on the table tonight. That's a conversation to have when you're only thinking with the upstairs brain."
Caitlyn tried to look offended, but the way she was also clearly fighting a laugh really ruined it. Vi wasn't sure if she'd just implied they were going to be doing... this again. When she first implied the invitation earlier, she'd been thinking more of having the time to fully get Caitlyn out of her system, rather than rush at work.
"So what is on the table tonight?"
"That depends. You gonna tell me they do have kinks topside?"
"Yes, shockingly."
Vi snickered to herself as Caitlyn managed to still look annoyed despite how dishevelled she already was.
"C'mon then princess, speak up. Or I'll assume you're all talk."
Caitlyn licked her lips, then let out a short laugh.
"I think you're just trying to get me to make you shut up. You certainly seemed to enjoy that before."
She wasn't totally wrong, Vi thought. It had been pretty fucking hot when Caitlyn shoved her down in a very clear get the fuck on with it before.
"Well, not while you're dressed like that."
Vi was never going to admit it out loud, ever, but she was pretty sure Caitlyn using the hidden strength in her legs to grip Vi and roll them over almost made her fucking swoon. She straddled Vi and reached to pull her jumper up and off, then reached back to unhook her bra. Caitlyn never took everything off on stage, nor had Vi taken her bra off that night. So she didn't waste time not staring, because damn.
Caitlyn looked unbearably smug about it, but Vi weighed that against boobs and boobs won.
"Is this you fighting for top? Cus this is my favourite position to use my strap, so it's still working for me."
She didn't miss the look of interest in Caitlyn's face, so Vi gestured to her bedside table.
"Second drawer."
Caitlyn looked to be considering it, then leant down over Vi until her hair tickled Vi's face.
"Maybe later."
Any answer Vi had was lost when Caitlyn kissed her, hands blindly seeking. Caitlyn was clearly sensitive there, moaning into Vi's mouth in response to hands on her breasts. She shifted their legs to slot a thigh between Caitlyn's, her jeans no doubt dulling the sensation but the intention was clear enough.
"You may have a point about tight jeans. Sometimes."
Caitlyn said with a laugh as she pulled back, looking down at the obvious fact she had to move somehow to get her jeans off. Vi was the sort of woman who made do and undid her button and zipper, working her hand under tight fabric to find Caitlyn's underwear already damp. Which made her feel smug, and Caitlyn clearly saw that in her face but it wasn't enough to stop her from grinding against Vi's palm, shifting until the pressure hit just right. She whined when Vi stopped, but a separate issue had made itself known.
"I'm baking in these leathers, so unless one of your kinks is people passing out from dehydration then I need to get these off."
It was quicker to just separate long enough to both take their respective bottom layers off, though Vi had barely kicked her leathers off the bed to thump! to the floor before she took the chance to climb on top of Caitlyn again, grinning at the reversal.
"You truly are insufferable."
"Which apparently turns you on."
Vi punctuated her words with a hand on Caitlyn's inner thigh, skin slick and shiny.
"Can you not put your mouth to better use than irritating me?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
She didn't need asking twice, though Vi definitely got held up part way down by the need to spend some time appreciating Caitlyn's chest. Her fingers wound their way through Vi's hair, tugging up as a warning when she felt teeth again.
"Spoilsport."
Vi muttered, cus Caitlyn made such lovely sounds last time, but she left it at that and latched on to one nipple, sucking and swirling her tongue around it to test what drew more of those (annoyingly) incredible little noises from Caitlyn's lips again.
Apparently she spent too long there (which Vi would have argued if her mouth wasn't full), as a squirming, panting Caitlyn pointedly pushed her head down. Vi went, because yes, and also because she'd been thinking about how Caitlyn did that before for several fucking days by then. Twitching thighs parted easily to make room for Vi, one long leg hiked up over her shoulder to give her more space.
"Fuck!"
Vi grinned to herself at how quickly Caitlyn devolved under her tongue, pressing two fingers into her with ease cus she was already so fucking wet. If Caitlyn was gonna have the audacity to be equal parts irritating and irresistible, Vi was going to do her best to ruin her in the most delicious ways. When the scent of arousal overrode everything else and that posh accent was entirely wasted on colourful cursing, she felt victorious and utterly drunk on desire.
Privately acknowledging how many times she'd replayed the first time in her head, Vi's tongue mapped the journey her mind had memorised, her own boxers soaked and sparks of pleasure-pain zipped down her spine when Caitlyn tugged her hair again. Even when she was so turned on it ached, Vi couldn't think of anything else until she made Caitlyn come again, scratching the itch she was pissed off to acknowledge even in her own head.
Admittedly, Vi only had two points of reference, but so far she'd found it was always incredible watching Caitlyn come. Those stupidly long legs shaking either side of Vi as her back and hips arched, muscles twitching in her stomach before she slumped, flushed and gasping and slack-jawed.
Caitlyn unwound her hands from Vi's hair, whining softly when Vi slipped her fingers out before she managed to give a look that said she'd deny that little noise until her dying day. Vi couldn't help but crack up laughing as she extricated herself from those ridiculously long legs.
"Who am I gonna tell? Not exactly broadcasting this."
"Shut up and take your clothes off."
"Most people are less cranky after they come."
Vi teased as she moved to tug her top off, then went and took the sports bra with it rather than risk Caitlyn getting rough with it and catching on her piercings, because ow. Not many things were a complete and total mood-killer for Vi, but the sensation of her soul leaving her body through her ass when those fucking things got yanked too hard was one.
Caitlyn tackled her to the bed as soon as she was topless, nails scraping down Vi's hips to land on her waistband. She looked up, waiting, until Vi nodded and lifted her hips to make it easier to take them off. It was not lost on Vi that despite finally getting her naked, the first place Caitlyn's hand went was Vi's abs. Which was more than fine, cus Vi worked hard on them and they deserved to be appreciated.
"Is this okay?"
She whispered it so softly against Vi's ear, as though she wanted to make sure nobody else heard despite the fact they were entirely alone. Vi swallowed, nodding as Caitlyn's fingers slid further down her stomach, hips jerking instinctively when she finally felt slim fingers rub her clit. It had been all imagination for her last time. Now it was undeniably real, Caitlyn's nose brushing against where that fucking hickey had finally healed. She teased with just the threat of teeth, and it took all of Vi's self control not to tip her head and say just fucking do it. Covering them was such a damn hassle.
"Get on with it or I'll fuck myself."
Caitlyn laughed and shook her head, all playful seduction now she had Vi's clear consent.
"You're not on a timer tonight."
"I'll start charging you if you slow down any more."
She was absolutely fighting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes in that fucking Piltie way... but Caitlyn did finally get a move on, those lazy circles on her clit just a tease with how turned on Vi already was. Those long, slender fingers curled inside her as Vi clenched around them, burning up with need now she wasn't distracted by a mouthful of Caitlyn. The only thing holding Vi back was how damn smug Caitlyn was gonna be if she came in like three seconds flat.
That, and it felt so good Vi wanted to draw it out, savour it a little longer.
She failed on both fronts, Caitlyn's tongue working it's way around her nipple piercing while she fucked Vi soundly on her fingers was too much in no time at all. Vi dug her fingers into the bedsheets for purchase, whole body tensing up before she went lax and sank back into the bed.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything!"
Vi raised an eyebrow, a short breath hissed between her teeth as Caitlyn pulled out before she relaxed again.
"I was already hot before you started, don't want you getting a big head cus that was over quickly."
"Since it's me you were 'already hot' over, I will continue to be big-headed about it."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck me yourself."
Vi's eyes immediately snapped over to Caitlyn's, and the heated look in her face could have felled an ox at twenty feet. It was lucky Vi was already flat on her back.
"Take your pick, I'm not moving."
Caitlyn hesitated briefly.
"You can come on my face but not go through my dick drawer?"
Her snarky comment did have one intended effect - Caitlyn did go rummaging through the bedside table. She also laughed, and Vi was annoyed with herself as she noted the way it lit Caitlyn's face up.
"How often do you need these to keep them in the drawer, rather than under the bed?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? You picking or not? And toss me my harness unless you wanna fuck yourself after all."
Caitlyn pulled the bundle of straps up and tossed it to land on Vi's chest, the metal fixtures on it ice-cold against Vi's sweaty skin. She sat up to reach down and yank it up along her legs, having finished tightening it into place around her hips before Caitlyn finally straightened up with her choice.
"You good with latex? Not sure I have latex-free big enough for that one. The Piltie's a size queen."
She nodded, so Vi sent her back into the drawer for a rubber and lube while Vi got the toy in place, a dab of lube under and over the condom to help reduce the risk of breakage an ingrained habit for Vi by then.
"Saddle up then size queen, put those dancers hips to good use."
The faint tremors still visible in Caitlyn's legs were honestly hotter than they had any right to be as she straddled Vi. With how tight she got around her two fingers, Vi was equal parts surprised and impressed by Caitlyn's choice of toy, one that Vi's fingers didn't quite meet when she wrapped a hand around it due to how girthy it was. Still, Caitlyn bit her lip and eased herself down without any show of discomfort, letting out a shuddering breath as her ass touched Vi's thighs.
If the way Caitlyn's hips moved on stage haunted Vi... the way she moved on top of Vi while riding her cock consumed her. Those powerful thigh muscles she used to grip the pole flexed under Vi's hands, where they fluttered and jumped between gripping her hips and thighs and ass, unable to settle as Caitlyn leant forward just enough to grab at Vi's breasts. She took, filled by Vi's cock while she groped and squeezed roughly at her, and it was the hottest thing Vi had ever fucking seen. Sweat dripped off her face and stuck her hair to her cheeks, mouth hanging open as the filthiest noises escaped her.
Caitlyn looked wrecked and Vi was ecstatic.
She grabbed Caitlyn's ass again and used the leverage to deepen her thrusts, short sharp pushes that kept her stretched full of Vi. It was tempting to just lay there and admire the way Caitlyn's fucking hips moved, because Vi was pretty sure she could be hypnotised by them... but she also needed to fuck Caitlyn boneless, to leave her as dumb with lust and pleasure as Vi was.
Nails dug into her chest and shoulder as Caitlyn finally climaxed again, grinding herself down on Vi as she shuddered and shook. It took her longer to come down from the second one, leaving Vi to wonder if she got increasingly ruined after each subsequent orgasm.
When Caitlyn's muscles went slack again, Vi lifted her up and dumped her (carefully) on the bed. Caitlyn immediately melted into the soft surface, which Vi found quite funny. She got up to unbuckle her harness and dump the strap-on in the 'clean up later' box, then left for the bathroom. Increasingly thirsty after all the sweating she'd done, Vi detoured to the kitchen next, and because she was nice she also took Caitlyn a glass of water too.
"Thank you."
Vi nodded, not usually one for post-coital awkwardness but there wasn't really a way around the somewhat odd thing of Caitlyn being in her home.
"Here."
She dug out some worn in shorts and a baggy t-shirt for Caitlyn to wear to sleep, then pulled on a vest and boxers for herself.
"If you need anything, I'll be in the living room."
Halfway through putting Vi's clothes on, Caitlyn paused and looked over at her with clear confusion.
"Why?"
"I'm tired. I don't... I can't sleep next to someone I don't really know. But I can sleep anywhere, so you can crash in the bed."
"Vi. I can't just kick you out of your bed. That's ridiculous."
She shrugged.
"It's not kicking me out, this is my issue. I'm gonna use Powder's spare charger, you can use mine to charge your phone."
Aware Caitlyn was gonna want the bathroom before she went to bed, Vi opted to make a cup of tea to help her wind down for sleep. Her houseguest came out too, in search of her bag that had been left in a similar haphazard manner to Vi's clothes earlier.
"Are you just avoiding me now we're done?"
"No. I told you... look, if it'll make you drop the issue, I'll tell you why as long as you leave it at that."
Caitlyn frowned, but she eventually nodded.
"I get nightmares sometimes. I don't like being seen like that. Now go to bed."
She saw the fight Caitlyn had to leave it at that, but after opening and closing her mouth silently a few times, she eventually nodded again.
"Oh. If Powder reappears before you leave tomorrow... the only part she finds out about is you sleeping here."
Another nod. Vi gestured to the bathroom, got her phone plugged in to charge, then went and grabbed one of the sleeping bags the boys usually used in case she got cold and pulled the sofa bed out. Caitlyn hovered briefly, and Vi assumed she felt like she needed to say... something. After she gave up and went to bed, Vi settled down and got more comfortable, not certain she was going to be able to sleep.
The club had been a clash of hormones, inevitable in the sexually charged atmosphere when they were so wound up by each other. But Caitlyn asked to be civil, and Vi had no excuse not to lay boundaries out better when they weren't in a rush. And now it all felt a bit weird. They still had some of the same back and forth snarking, but even that felt a little harder than usual.
Vi groaned and downed her still-hot tea, then rolled over wrapped up in the sleeping bag and closed her eyes.
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Happy Pride! Disaster lesbians a-goooo