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“Do you ever wonder if you’re not… normal?”
Vi turns over her shoulder at the question, fiddling with the cuffs of her dress shirt while she catches Caitlyn’s eye. “Hm?”
Caitlyn’s courage falters. “Never mind.”
“No, no, tell me,” Vi encourages, sneaking up behind Caitlyn’s back and wrapping her muscular arms around Caitlyn’s middle. Vi is always amazed by how small Caitlyn feels under her hands, even though Vi knows exactly how strong she is. The long gown fits Caitlyn perfectly, cinched at her tiny waist, and the long open back is particularly tempting. Vi lifts onto her tip-toes to rest her chin on Caitlyn’s shoulder, eyeing her in the mirror. “I want to know.”
“I’ve always wondered if there was something wrong with me,” Caitlyn starts. “I was an awkward child, and perhaps it is only natural that I turned into an awkward adult.”
“Some people can’t appreciate awkward nerds, but I sure can,” Vi jests. Caitlyn swats at Vi’s arm in response.
“You’re ridiculous,” Caitlyn says fondly. “I meant more in the way of… my mother always wanted me to wear dresses.” Caitlyn tugs at the fabric around her hips as if she wished it weren’t so snug. “The Kiramman line is matrilineal. Everything about being a Kiramman is tied to either womanhood or marriage to a Kiramman woman.”
Ah. The recognition shows on Vi’s face, even though she tries to hide it.
“Clothes… they chafe.” Vi can tell from the way Caitlyn says it that it’s not just in a physical sense. “I wanted to burn that enforcer uniform with the skirt and all of its frills when I was done with it.”
Vi might be off-base, but she thinks it’s similar to the way she felt when she was younger. If someone had stuffed her in a dress during her teen years, she would’ve decked them. Growing up in the Undercity, looking tough was both a boon and a survival tactic. Vi had been living in Piltover with Caitlyn for over a year now, and she hadn’t seen anyone who looked like her. Caitlyn likely hadn’t had the right to choose when it came to anything she wore without sticking out like a sore thumb.
“Cait, there are no rules when it comes to this,” Vi starts gently.
“There are always rules,” Caitlyn says, and because Vi knows that they’re having a serious conversation, she doesn’t roll her eyes even if she wants to.
“Here? With you and me? The only rule is that you feel good.” Vi tucks her head down to kiss the bare skin of Caitlyn’s back. “We can try anything. You make the rules now.”
Caitlyn’s blue eye widens in a rare moment of surprise, as if she hadn’t considered the thought. From what Vi has been able to gather, Caitlyn didn’t have much autonomy in her upbringing. A gilded cage, she had called it.
“You’re joking.”
“We can start with a suit for the next gala,” Vi says.
“Won’t it look gauche for us both to go in suits?” The implicit question lingers in Cait’s voice. Shouldn’t I be the feminine one?
“First, gauche? Second, I think you’d look handsome.”
The shock in Caitlyn’s expression morphs into something like shyness and curiosity, and Vi knows she’s hit the jackpot. “W-Well then,” Cait swallows hard, “I suppose we’ll have to try it out.”
It takes everything in Vi not to bite at Cait’s pretty neck. “And for the record, I’d still want to fuck you even if you were wearing a potato sack.”
“Violet!”
—
But it isn’t just the clothes when it comes to Cait. The way Caitlyn treats Vi is so different from how she’s ever been treated by partners before (not that she has a huge frame of reference - prison wasn’t exactly a place where healthy relationships thrived).
Sometimes, it’s small, subtle things - Caitlyn holding the door for Vi, placing her hand on the small of Vi’s waist when she moves by her. Caitlyn orders their food in Ionian at her favorite restaurant, and she knows exactly what Vi likes to eat. She notices when Vi shivers as the seasons change, and all of a sudden, there’s a jacket in Vi’s size waiting on their bed when she comes home. Caitlyn’s competence and care know no bounds.
And embarrassingly for Vi, Caitlyn is a little possessive, too.
“Cait,” Vi whines, watching Cait pull her hair up into a high ponytail.
“Hush, Violet,” Caitlyn croons before sinking her teeth into the thin skin over Vi’s hipbone. She sucks at it, color blossoming, and Vi trembles underneath her mouth.
Vi whimpers at the sight of Caitlyn’s grin, her little tooth gap showing in that satisfied smile. “Please.”
“The sight of you like this, wearing my crest,” Caitlyn murmurs, snapping the branded band of Vi’s boxers against her waist. “You make me insane.”
“Cait, I need you to touch me,” Vi moans, arching her hips up off the bed.
“You’re mine, Violet,” Caitlyn says, dragging her hot mouth over soaked cotton. “Say it.”
“I’m y-yours, Cait,” Vi breathes.
“Mine to care for.” Caitlyn tugs Vi’s boxers down. “Mine to protect.” She laps at the wetness coating Vi’s thighs. “Mine to love.”
She doesn’t let Vi forget it.
—
It doesn’t mean that Caitlyn always loves being in control, however. Sometimes, she likes to be doted on, too. Vi is always happy to deliver.
But this time, Caitlyn hesitates, her fingers on the third button of her loose white shirt. She bites her bottom lip nervously and says, “I want to keep it on.”
“Of course,” Vi agrees. It’s always a privilege to touch and have Cait, and the finer details are irrelevant as long as Caitlyn feels good. She’s already naked from the waist down, but the fit of the shirt is oversized, hanging loosely off her body and obscuring her tits and curves.
Caitlyn rolls herself over the strap fitted to Vi’s hips, the slick sound of the head working against her clit making Vi insane already. “Ride me, baby.”
Cait finally sinks onto Vi’s cock and they both moan together at the feel of it.
“That’s it,” Vi encourages her, talks her through it. “You look so good like this.”
Cait throws her head back, and the elegant line of her neck looks so good that Vi can’t help but bite it. Cait exhales sharply, a breathy sound that makes Vi’s blood come alive. Vi feels the pressure of Caitlyn’s weight on the base of the cock, grinding deliciously on her clit, and she has to take a deep, shuddering breath to keep herself in control.
“So good for me,” Vi murmurs, and the shudder that runs through Caitlyn is so powerful that Vi almost wonders if she’s already coming. She digs in a little deeper. “Such a good boy.”
Caitlyn’s eyes snap open in recognition. Bullseye.
—
“Hair grows back if you don’t like it, you know,” Vi reminds Cait as they sit down at the barber.
“I know,” Caitlyn replies, closing her eyes as the barber wraps a small towel around her neck. “It’s just my first time having short hair. I can’t watch it happen.”
“Fair enough,” Vi acquiesces, leaning back to watch as the barber pins up Cait’s long hair and takes the bulk of the length off in one fell swoop.
As the locks of cut hair fall to the floor, Vi realizes it’s… really short. But Vi had told Caitlyn that it was important that she chose a cut that felt right for her, regardless of how her girlfriend felt about it.
“But what if you don’t find it attractive?” Caitlyn had asked.
Vi scoffed. “Potato sack, Cait.” In the end, Vi knew that Caitlyn’s truest self would be the most attractive thing to her.
As the shears work and take shape, Vi can’t help but grin. Her hair is short at the bottom, a well-done fade leading up to a fluffier top. Her hair swoops to one side, and when she turns to Vi with her eyes still closed, heat settles heavily in Vi’s navel.
“Please tell me it’s not bad,” Caitlyn mutters, anxiety obvious in her voice.
The line of her jaw looks even sharper like this, and she’s so fucking handsome that Vi’s voice is caught in her throat. She swallows hard, trying to be supportive and not like a horny teenager ready to jump her girlfriend. “Cupcake, open your eyes.”
Caitlyn does, and the recognition is instant, a puzzle piece falling into place. Her smile is radiant as she sees herself in the mirror. She reaches up to run her fingers through her hair with such effortless grace that Vi’s already walking up to the salon chair, sliding onto Caitlyn’s lap to put her hands in it as well. The barber looks on in horror, but Vi ignores him.
“You look so fucking good,” Vi breathes against Caitlyn’s lips and kisses her right there.
—
The next gala comes a month later, and Vi is losing her mind.
It isn’t that Caitlyn has just shifted her aesthetic and style–her entire demeanor is more confident. It’s as if she’s settled into her skin, into her own strength. When she asks, Vi helps her bind, teaches her how to do it safely. Caitlyn’s satisfaction with the way her clothing sits on her frame is palpable.
Vi looks at her now wearing a boxy white button-down and loose pants, drinking her tea with her legs spread. There’s a power to it, an invitation, and Vi swallows hard. Noticing her gaze, Caitlyn offers Vi a wink before she sips her tea. Heat rushes through Vi at the cheekiness of it. Caitlyn has always been pretty, but the sharpness of her dress, the close cut of her hair, all of it…
Well, Vi is only human.
She clears her throat. “Are you ready for your debut tonight?”
Caitlyn has been wildly tight-lipped about her suit, telling Vi to stay home while she made her usual trip to the tailor. Given Caitlyn’s smugness, this will likely end with Vi perishing from how gorgeous Caitlyn will look tonight.
What a way to go, though.
But Caitlyn’s grin does falter for a moment, insecurity filtering in. “Are you sure?”
Vi’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“You’re okay with this, with both of us being…”
Vi reaches over, capturing Caitlyn’s teacup and placing it down on the table. She takes Caitlyn’s capable hands between her own and softly kisses her knuckles. “Baby. I’m so in love with you. All I care about is that you’re happy.”
Caitlyn’s lips split into a genuine smile, but Vi can’t help but rib her a bit.
“I think you’re gonna break a lot of hearts tonight, honestly.”
“Stop,” Caitlyn gasps. “I will not.”
“Throwback to your womanizer era, slaying Piltie pussy left and right,” Vi says seriously. “You’ll have to put out a warrant for your own arrest.”
“Violet!”
—
Vi fiddles with her cuffs while she waits for Caitlyn in the foyer. She can’t help it - the anticipation is killing her.
The click of heeled boots is the only sign that she’s coming, and Vi’s jaw drops. Fuck.
Her legs always look long, but they look even longer in her pinstriped pants. A dark blue vest fits neatly across her chest with a tie tucked underneath and a white dress shirt under that. Gold chains dangle loosely over her front. Her navy jacket makes her shoulders look even broader, and Vi wants to put her legs over those shoulders and show Caitlyn exactly how the whole ensemble makes her feel. But instead, she displays a commendable amount of strength and gives a normal compliment, like a real person who isn’t ready to combust at the sight of her girlfriend in a suit.
“Damn,” Vi says, whistling. “You look good, Cupcake.”
“Just good?” Caitlyn says, running her fingers through the back of her short hair.
“That’s all I’m gonna say if you want to leave this house on time,” Vi says, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.
Caitlyn smirks as she sidles up to Vi, wrapping her arm around Vi’s waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Vi feels the press of a weight against her hip, and her remaining active brain cells shut down in response.
“No fucking way,” Vi breathes. “You have–”
“We mustn’t be late, darling,” Caitlyn implores, leading Vi out and looking so very unaffected while Vi’s face steams.
—
It’s torture. There’s no other way for Vi to describe the feeling of knowing that Caitlyn is packing under her suit trousers, and all Vi can do is watch her. The intensity of Vi’s gaze is so powerful that even the nobles around her notice.
But to be fair, Vi isn’t special–Caitlyn is drawing a lot of attention tonight. Her new haircut and suit have sent a flock of younger women to her like a magnet, and they are all competing for her regard. Caitlyn handles them delicately and with grace, giving them just enough time to feel heard but not enough time to lead them on. If Vi were a jealous person, she would be gritting her teeth, but she’s not. She knows that Caitlyn will always come home to her.
And right now, she wants Caitlyn to take Vi home and take her apart with her strap.
Vi is so lost in the fantasy that she doesn’t even notice Caitlyn’s approach. “Having fun?”
At that, Vi plucks some fancy tiny shrimp toast off a nearby tray. She always enjoys being stationed by the food. “Always fun with the rich people snacks. Enjoying being a pussy magnet tonight?”
“Violet,” she groans. “Behave yourself.”
“You’re lucky that I have self-control.” Vi comes close enough that their bodies are flush together. She slides her arms around Caitlyn’s neck, lifts onto her tip-toes to brush her mouth against Caitlyn’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about you inside me all night,” she murmurs.
Caitlyn’s hand tightens on Vi’s hip, her restraint showing cracks. “Is that so?”
Vi doesn’t even think to protest when Caitlyn drags her off.
—
“Jam the fucking lock, I don’t care,” Vi moans, her lips working over Caitlyn’s neck as she bars the patio door with a nearby pole. The night air is crisp, and it’s not private, but they don’t need privacy, they just need to be fast–
“Oh,” Caitlyn gasps, her hands slipping under the waistband of Vi’s trousers and feeling wetness spread over her fingers. “This whole time?”
Vi shoves her pants down over her hips, just enough to give Caitlyn access. She bends over, grabbing onto the ornate pattern of the metal railing. Her hair falls into her face as she wiggles her hips in invitation. “Come on,” she begs.
“So greedy,” Cait says, but her voice is breathy, cracking a little with her own need. She unbuttons her trousers, pushing them down to her thighs and freeing her cock from its confines. She strokes it once, twice, like it belongs to her, like she’s getting just as much from it as Vi will when it’s inside.
The sight of Cait like this is too much. She reaches down, gently spreading Vi’s folds with her fingers, and they both groan as Caitlyn slips the cock inside. “Ffffuck,” Vi moans, biting at her forearm to try to stifle her moans.
“Too difficult to stay quiet?” Caitlyn teases, rolling her hips in the way Vi likes it. Another moan spills out of Vi, and Cait reaches around to Vi’s pretty mouth, shoving her fingers between her scarred lips. Vi hungrily sucks at them, pulling at pads of her fingertips with her tongue. Caitlyn stifles a guttural groan, and Vi perks up at the sound. Is Caitlyn really going to bust that quickly?
Embarrassingly, it only takes a few more thrusts for the grind of the base of the strap to send Caitlyn over the edge. “Violet,” she whines, her hands clutching at Vi’s hips and fucking even harder into her, chasing the waves of her orgasm. But Caitlyn always takes care of her girl, so she powers through it, taking her free hand and rubbing sloppy tight circles on Vi’s clit.
In the end, she grins like she’s proud of how fast Vi comes for her, shaking and dripping all over the balcony.
Vi breathes hard, sucking down air and slowly tugging her pants up. Caitlyn barely remembers to do the same.
“Do you think you can behave now?” Caitlyn asks, her face a little red from exertion. Vi thinks it’s adorable.
“Hm, I don’t think so,” Vi replies cheekily. “I think you’d better take me home and teach me a lesson, handsome.”
Caitlyn looks so dashing and perfect in the moonlight, herself in all the ways that matter most. Her gap-toothed smile is wide and just for her. Vi is stupidly in love with this woman.
“Let’s go home, then.”