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“Cait…I don’t fucking care.”
Vi lunged for her again, and Caitlyn only had time to think, I don’t deserve you, before Vi’s lips—split and bruised, but still so warm and soft—were on hers once more.
Vi’s hands on her face were rough and insistent, her body trembling almost imperceptibly against Caitlyn’s. She was holding herself back, Caitlyn realized, trying to be gentle. Or it was nerves, or want, or some combination of all three—but only one of these was acceptable to Caitlyn. She needed Vi to know that she wanted her just as badly. Wanted all of her, even the rougher edges.
Especially the rougher edges. Caitlyn felt warmth bloom in her belly at the prospect. She pressed closer to Vi, swiping her tongue along Vi’s lower lip and then, when Vi gasped into her mouth, finishing it with a hard nip.
Something rattled in Vi’s chest that might have been a shaky exhale, or it might have been a growl. Caitlyn knew which one she wanted it to be, but she could sense Vi was still unsure. Caitlyn knew that in order to convince Vi that she was just as desperate, she would have to show her.
Caitlyn stepped forward to deepen their kiss and press the length of her body to Vi’s. It was intoxicating to feel her this way—the strength in those limbs, the tight muscles of her abdomen flexing against Caitlyn as she processed the motion. And then Vi’s back fetched up against the rough stone wall of the cell.
Caitlyn froze, icy water flooding her veins. She couldn’t help being cognizant of what Vi’s life had been like—a series of people pushing her, holding her down; the vast majority of touches she had known meant to hurt—but then Vi’s arms wrapped around her, and she buried her face in Caitlyn’s shoulder.
If she hadn’t already known she was falling in love with Vi, deeply and inextricably, Caitlyn would have known it then; known by the deep breath Vi drew in through her nose, like she was trying to memorize Caitlyn’s scent, and then the slow, jagged exhale, as though she were trying to hold a teacup steady in her chest without spilling.
Caitlyn felt such warmth for her in that moment that she might have stopped altogether, even with her underwear a molten mess, and just gazed into Vi’s eyes. But something seemed to settle in Vi then, like puzzle pieces snapping into place.
A moment later, Vi’s hands slid down her sides—still slowly and carefully, like she didn’t want to spook Caitlyn by going too fast, but they left trails of fire behind them that set Caitlyn’s whole body alight. She hadn’t come here intending specifically to fuck in this miserable, dingy cell, but at this point she was dead certain that if they didn’t, she would burst into flames. Which would be deeply embarrassing to do right before a war for the survival of Piltover’s civilization.
With a mental nod, Caitlyn banished the last part of her brain screaming about what was she doing, she needed to get back to the front, she needed to issue orders and do her duty to the mental broom closet, and padlocked the door.
Vi’s hands settled on her hips, warm and firm and comforting even though they were still too gentle—Caitlyn wanted to be gripped, held so tightly that she would see the marks of Vi’s presence for at least as long as it took to decide the fate of the two cities. She almost reached down to press Vi’s hands closer, but they were still moving: sliding down to take two handfuls of her ass, which she’d pretended not to catch Vi admiring many more times than once.
Caitlyn chuckled against Vi’s lips at the thought that her beloved bruiser was finally getting the thing she’d very obviously wanted for as long as they’d known each other. Then, worried that Vi might take her mirth the wrong way, she met Vi’s wide blue eyes and gave her a smile she hoped was reassuring. She felt an answering glow of warmth beneath her breastbone when it was returned, and then Vi resumed kissing her. Which felt wonderful, but the world was quite possibly going to end in a matter of hours, and Caitlyn would be damned if she lost Vi without getting the chance to know exactly how that gorgeous mouth felt elsewhere.
Drawing in a breath at what she was about to do, Caitlyn took hold of the bottom of her shirt and drew it over her head. Her nipples tightened instantly into hard points, but whether that was due to the chill air of the bunker or the heat in Vi’s gaze, Caitlyn couldn’t say. She had always had a reputation for boldness, both as a Kiramman and as herself, but this was daring, even for her—and certainly nothing a Kiramman would ever do.
But now she was the one trembling as Vi’s gaze roved over her revealed skin, mapping it like an undiscovered country. There was hunger in her wide blue eyes, but despite Caitlyn’s having put herself on shameless display just for her, it still warred with uncertainty and doubt. Somehow, Caitlyn realized, there was still some part of Vi that couldn’t believe Caitlyn wanted this just as badly as she did. There was still some part of Vi that couldn’t believe she deserved it.
That realization boiled off the last of Caitlyn’s own uncertainty. She wanted to give Vi everything she had been denied her whole life. She wanted to give Vi the world, even if that world was due to end in a few hours. Shocking herself again at her own daring, she quirked one corner of her mouth up and nodded at Vi, an unspoken Don’t just look.
A moment later, Vi’s hands were on her breasts. Now it was Caitlyn gasping into Vi’s mouth, struggling to keep her legs from folding under her at the onslaught of sensation. Rough calluses brushed lightly across her nipples, then Vi’s hand slid around to cup and squeeze—gently at first, but growing surer as she swallowed more of the pants issuing from Caitlyn’s mouth.
As good as Vi’s hands felt, and as much as Vi was enjoying her explorations, if the grin Caitlyn could feel against her lips was anything to go by, Caitlyn found herself skin-hungry as well. She pulled back from their kiss to give Vi an arch look, then glanced at the snaps holding her shirt together.
Vi’s eyes, cloudy with confusion, followed Caitlyn’s so comically that she had to stifle a giggle—but then they widened with understanding. Caitlyn reached up slowly, cognizant of all that Vi had experienced. Desperate as she was to know what Vi’s skin felt like against her own, what the muscles that rippled so tantalizingly in her imagination looked like without clothing in the way, and to learn where those tattoos led, she was even more desperate not to frighten Vi with the power of her need. It frightened Caitlyn herself, but not enough to stop her.
Vi didn’t protest as Caitlyn unfastened her shirt. She rolled her shoulders as the straps fell away—maybe to help, maybe from nerves, maybe because she could tell how dry Caitlyn’s mouth had just gotten—and the shirt fluttered to their feet.
Now it was Caitlyn’s turn to stare. She drank Vi in, feeling like she could never get enough. Scars and tattoos warred for space on Vi’s lean but solid frame. Caitlyn’s eyes ravenously devoured the broad flare of the trapezius framing her neck; the lean bulge of the triceps braceleting her upper arms; the tight set of her abdominals, flexing beneath Caitlyn’s gaze as though she had touched them, which she very much intended to do in short order. But her attention was drawn to the high, firm pectoral muscles, and the small but beautifully formed breasts beneath them: those were what finally snapped her out of her lustful stupor.
She looked up to meet Vi’s eyes and found them wide, that same war of hope and fear and desire clashing openly across her face. Caitlyn willed her own gaze to be appreciative but reassuring—to tell Vi that she adored what she saw. But Vi had always been a creature of actions more than words, and Caitlyn knew that the best way to make Vi understand would be to show her.
She reached forward slowly, tracing her fingers down from Vi’s bare shoulder, across the powerful chest, until they came to cup the breast below. When she brushed her thumb ever so lightly across the tight pebble of Vi’s nipple, a breath shivered out of her. It was choked off so quickly that Caitlyn almost could have imagined it, but she reveled in the knowledge that she had brought Vi pleasure, even though she knew better than to say anything about it.
For all their bodies’ wordless communion, they had not spoken since Vi’s dismissal of her dalliance with Maddie. Something about this felt deeper than words, and threatened by them as well. So many of the words between them had been harsh and ill-considered, said in the heat of the wrong moment. But this was the right moment, Caitlyn realized. At last, at the very end of their world, it was finally their moment. And she refused to waste it on imperfect words when Vi’s body felt so perfect against her own.
Caitlyn felt Vi’s hands return to her skin, resuming their gentle explorations. The occasional sudden tweak of a nipple made Caitlyn gasp loud as a gunshot in the stillness, and Vi smirk in a way that should have been obnoxious but was somehow incredibly sexy. Caitlyn followed suit, running her fingers along the hard ridges of Vi’s abs—and no, she wasn’t imagining it, Vi was definitely flexing them, showing off for her. It made her feel dizzy and even a little starstruck, knowing that this was the woman about to ravish her.
But then her fingertips brushed the edge of the bandage on Vi’s side, and Caitlyn remembered herself. Remembered the pain in Vi’s eyes, far out of proportion to the injury—it had meant that the one person she had ever been able to trust without reservation was lost to her forever. Caitlyn hesitated, searching for Vi’s eyes, and girded herself to tell Vi that maybe this wasn’t the time. Vi was still healing in more ways than one, and Caitlyn didn’t want to aggravate her wounds any more than she already had…
But before she could open her mouth, Vi snatched her wrists and dragged her closer, pressing her mouth to Caitlyn’s and their bodies together again. The lust that Caitlyn had nearly managed to master came roaring back in full, and she took two greedy handfuls of Vi’s firm, full ass. She wished that it was not wrapped in those sinfully tight leather pants, but that could come later.
There was still something of herself that Vi was holding back, though. The taut trembling of her muscles belied the relative gentleness of her movements, and there was desperation in the way she kissed Caitlyn, as though she was certain that any moment this jail cell fantasy was going to come crashing down around her ears.
It made sense given the history of the body pressed against hers. The idea of using her power for anything other than violence must have been incomprehensible to Vi. Ultimately, how could all this strength do anything other than harm?
Determination blazed in Caitlyn’s chest. She couldn’t have Vi thinking that she had to hold back any part of herself—not with Caitlyn. She wanted all of Vi. Somehow, Caitlyn would have to show her.
Sucking in a breath, Caitlyn dug her nails into the firm ass she could feel beneath her fingers. There was a hiss from the lips pressed to her own, but Caitlyn wanted there to be no doubts. Leaning forward, she nipped Vi’s bottom lip hard.
She heard a low growl just before Vi broke their kiss (with a sucking sound which should have been embarrassing but was somehow hot). Then Vi was attacking Caitlyn’s neck with merciless teeth and lips and tongue. Caitlyn relished every second of the onslaught, tilting her head back and letting out the moan that had been building in her throat.
Caitlyn was used to restraining her noises with past lovers, not wanting to appear too needy—but she was well beyond appearances with Vi. They had seen each other at their lowest and darkest. In this brief, bright spark of a moment, Vi deserved to know exactly how she made Caitlyn feel.
This was evidently not enough for Vi. There was a sharp exhale against Caitlyn’s skin, and then for one dizzying moment she found herself swinging around before her back fetched up firmly against the rough stone wall. She hissed to feel its chill against her bare skin, but reveled in the press of the warm, hard body against hers. Feeling those muscles tensing and working was well worth a bit of chilly stone.
Vi pulled away all too quickly to fumble at the fastening to Caitlyn’s trousers. Her fingers slipped in their eagerness and she let out a huff of frustration so adorable that Caitlyn laughed before she could help herself. She glanced up quickly to see how Vi interpreted it and found an answering grin on her lover’s handsome face. It was small, but to Caitlyn felt it like a sun had risen within the bunker’s depths.
It disappeared quickly as Vi returned to her work, glancing up at Caitlyn every so often with hooded eyes. There was no doubt or fear or uncertainty left in Vi’s gaze, Caitlyn realized. There was only dark, powerful desire that made her suck in a breath, anticipation coiling hotly in her belly. She was finally getting exactly what she wanted: Vi, unchanged, unbroken, uncaged.
Vi’s fingers finally found the catch holding her trousers together. She hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of Caitlyn’s underwear (Well, shit, if I’d have known I was going to have sex with Vi for the first time just before the world ended, I might have put on something other than my most comfortable granny panties this morning) and then glanced up at Caitlyn. No hesitation or disbelief this time; just a final confirmation.
Even if Caitlyn had not been aching for it, that look, and the way Vi’s thumbs rubbed minute, comforting circles over her hipbones, would have told her all she needed to know. This was Vi. Somehow, despite only having known her a scant few weeks, Caitlyn felt in her bones that she was safer here, in this chilly cell mere moments before the world ended, with this woman, than she had ever been before in her life.
Meeting Vi’s stare with a heated one of her own, Caitlyn spread her legs, making it easier for her trousers and underwear to slide down to the floor. With a feeling akin to vertigo, she watched Vi’s breath hitch in her chest as her eyes traveled the length of Caitlyn’s body, entirely bare before her. Caitlyn felt that gaze like a blazing-hot touch, making every inch of skin erupt into goosebumps in anticipation—but she didn’t have to wait long for the real thing.
Vi took hold of her hips once more, and this, this was exactly what she’d been craving. Vi’s mouth met hers, hard and hungry, but only for a moment before she was kissing and nipping down Caitlyn’s jaw to her neck. Caitlyn tilted her head back to give Vi easier access, moaning unashamedly at the rough sensation of teeth and bruising suction. If they made it through this she was going to look like she’d lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner, but then again, wasn’t it lucky her uniform included a turtleneck?
When Vi bit into the curve of her neck, Caitlyn gasped, reaching up to tangle her fingers in Vi’s hair and pull her closer. She hadn’t realized she could be that sensitive anywhere that wasn’t an erogenous zone; or maybe it was just Vi igniting her, setting her body alight everywhere she touched.
All such thoughts were obliterated when she realized that Vi was not going to stop with her neck. She reached Caitlyn’s collarbones and paused very briefly to mark her there, too, with the same rough, fervent gentleness that had characterized her for—well, as long as Caitlyn had known her. Vi was all earnestness, wearing her heart on her giant metal sleeve; it made perfect sense that she would make love that way as well.
Caitlyn felt free to wrap her arms around the broad, powerful shoulders before her; to splay her hands across Vi’s back, greedily enjoying the play of the muscles beneath her skin. She couldn’t remember feeling this free with another lover, always worrying what they thought of her, curtailing her own desires for fear that they would expose her for being the needy, desperate creature that she was. But with Vi, there was no need to fear. Vi had already seen her at her worst, and still wanted her this fervently anyway. Still wanted all of her.
Caitlyn gasped, coming back to herself as she felt wet warmth wrap around the tip of her breast. Her eyes snapped downward to meet Vi’s burning, direct stare. It was almost challenging, that look—a reminder that even at a moment when their desires were perfectly in sync, Vi would never stop challenging her; never stop pushing her to new heights.
Caitlyn could only nod breathlessly, accepting the challenge for what it was. She felt a trickle of wetness seep down her thigh and spared a moment to feel guilty about the puddle she was sure to leave on the bunker floor—but then Vi kept moving lower, and all she could feel was pleasure, and an urgent need for more.
Vi’s warm mouth traveled down her breast, gently biting the underside before kissing her ribcage. Caitlyn managed to force her eyes open to watch Vi sinking to her knees, just before she nipped the curve of Caitlyn’s belly as though to say, Don’t you dare look away.
There was no way she could. It was utterly intoxicating, and the only thing that could have distracted her from it was the warm puffs of breath against her mound as Vi drew closer and closer. She watched as Vi’s chest expanded, and knew that Vi was breathing her in. Her lover’s eyes closed for just a moment in something like bliss, and Caitlyn felt herself flush. She couldn’t be sure whether she was more proud or embarrassed that Vi was taking such delight in her already.
Then Vi’s hands were on her hips, digging her nails in just hard enough to be demanding. There was nothing in the world that Caitlyn wouldn’t have done for her right then and there; but she found herself stifling a whimper anyway at the display of dominance. As used as she was to being the one issuing the orders, taking command, directing the action, it was intoxicating not to be in control for once. She had never found herself particularly good at taking directions (in bed or out of it, if she was being honest), but right now, every fiber of her being was trembling for what Vi would ask of her next.
But Vi didn’t ask. She slid her hands, the rough calluses setting Caitlyn’s skin alight with sensation, down Caitlyn’s thighs to their apex, urging her to spread her legs. Caitlyn sucked in a gasp, and complied. Under the weight of Vi’s burning stare, there was no alternative. Then there was nothing between them, nothing between Vi’s mouth and Caitlyn’s folds, and Caitlyn was very nearly ready to beg, the words were on her tongue—
And then she was on Vi’s tongue. She felt a kiss against her clit that ended in a hard suck before Vi moved lower to lap at Caitlyn’s entrance. She ate pussy like a woman starved, and Caitlyn only had a moment to spare for petty jealousy that it was clearly not Vi’s first time at this before all thought was obliterated by pleasure.
Even after everything they had been through, there was still the tiniest part of Vi that doubted her perception of reality. Doubted that she was really here, on the stone floor of a cell in an underground bunker, with Caitlyn Kiramman’s clit in her mouth.
She found it hard to believe that she even deserved it, that Caitlyn could have possibly decided it was Vi’s hands she wanted on her smooth, perfect skin—except Caitlyn had made it abundantly clear that she was 1000% on board. Pulling off her shirt to reveal the most perfect little pair of tits Vi had ever seen in her life (and when you shower with a bunch of other women, as one does in jail, you have ample opportunity to observe the gamut of tits), and making those noises whenever Vi touched her, should have been convincing enough.
But Caitlyn was the de facto princess of Piltover, and Vi was a sump rat from the Undercity. A sump rat whose rap sheet was quite impressive, and whose sister was public enemy number one at last count (although Vi suspected that calculus was rapidly shifting as Noxus drew closer to their gates). What could someone like Caitlyn want with some like her? There was still a part of Vi left on her knees, holding a stomach aching with more than just a blow, at the bottom of a hole in the lowest depths of Zaun. And there was still a part of Vi that was convinced she belonged there.
But except for that moment, Caitlyn had chosen her. Again and again, she had put her career, her ego, and her life on the line to stand with Vi. And so Vi left the disbelieving part of herself on the floor of that tunnel, and climbed that ladder into the light, where Caitlyn was waiting.
Caitlyn and her incredible navy-blue eyes, her impossibly soft skin quivering beneath Vi’s fingertips, and her unbelievably gorgeous pussy. Vi couldn’t help but breathe it in, the delicious, musky, unique Caitlynness of it. She could have basked in it forever.
Oh, who the fuck was she kidding? No she fucking couldn’t. Her mouth was watering. Any longer and she’d start drooling.
With far more enthusiasm than finesse, Vi plunged face-first into Caitlyn, smushing her nose against the neatly groomed hair covering her mound (Of course Cupcake’s snatch would be perfect, of course it would) and parting Caitlyn’s folds with a swipe of her tongue.
Vi was immediately engulfed in a storm of sensation, of sweet, salty taste and swollen, plump lips. Caitlyn’s thighs quivered around her ears as she licked and nipped everything she could get her mouth on, learning what made Caitlyn gasp, what made her shiver, what made her whimper. She could have lost herself in it, but what brought her back was the long, low moan from above her. Vi looked up just in time to see Caitlyn’s head fall back, thunking hard against the bunker wall (which would’ve been funny if Vi hadn’t been just a bit distracted). Then long, slim fingers were carding through her hair, pushing it back from her forehead and then hesitating for a moment, as though worried about taking liberties, before they slipped deeper between the strands to grasp the back of Vi’s skull. Vi grinned around her mouthful of clit.
You liked that, huh? Better hold on tight, Cupcake. You ain’t seen nothing yet.
Vi hadn’t had many partners—just the odd jailhouse fling, in stolen moments when they could sneak away from the guards—but all of them had effusively praised her skill at giving head. Vi wasn’t used to getting told she was good for much of anything, so she clung to those gasped-out compliments like a lifeline.
And yet, Vi found herself trembling with nervousness anyway. In the past, she had gone into sex with plenty of confidence and very little care, but this was different. This was Caitlyn.
So when Vi glanced up again to gauge Caitlyn’s reaction to her efforts, it was with desperate hope searing through her chest. Desperation for Caitlyn to find her worthy, to take all the pleasure that Vi could give, and to somehow understand all that Vi felt for her but couldn’t seem to say.
What she saw made heat pulse between her own legs. Caitlyn’s chest was heaving, those perfect breasts quivering with every breath. Her head was tipped back, exposing the long, graceful column of her throat. It was peppered with the marks of Vi’s teeth, which by itself was enough to make her burn, knowing that anyone who cared to look would see that Vi had been there.
But it was Caitlyn’s face that drew Vi’s attention most. Her eyes were wide and cast upward, as though the ceiling had drawn back and revealed the heavens. Her mouth hung open, drawing in gasps of air and exhaling silent cries.
Not for long. Her Cupcake was a bastion of control at every other point, but Vi was determined: before they left this bunker, she was going to make Caitlyn scream.
Vi set about doing just that, using one of her hands to spread Caitlyn’s pussy open further before burying her face even deeper between Caitlyn’s thighs. She covered Caitlyn‘s slit with long, broad sweeps of her tongue, ravenous with need for more of Caitlyn’s delicious wetness. And there was so fucking much of it, holy shit, Cupcake—she was dripping faster than Vi could keep up with. There was absolutely going to be a puddle on the floor when they were done.
Hell yeah there is. And her name is Caitlyn Kiramman.
Caitlyn’s breathing was growing faster and harder. As Vi lashed her tongue across Caitlyn’s clit, she began to hear the first few quiet whimpers. When she moved lower to bury her tongue as deep as she could inside Caitlyn’s entrance, she earned another moan. But it wasn’t until she wrapped her lips around Caitlyn’s clit and sucked that she heard a shout:
“Shit!”
Now that was more like it. She grinned into Caitlyn’s pussy, but darted a glance upwards to make sure she’d heard her Cupcake right—this was a sound of pleasure, not reprimand.
She didn’t know why she bothered—the tightening of Caitlyn’s hand in her hair, nails scraping against her scalp and sending shivers down Vi’s spine; the increased shaking of Caitlyn’s slim, strong thighs beside her ears told Vi her efforts were very much appreciated. But she had to know, had to see it for herself, to truly believe.
She found Caitlyn staring down at her, chest heaving, eyes glassy and pupils blown. Vi had to catch her breath. There was something in that look that she had never seen before in her life, something she wasn’t inclined to try to name right now, even though it made her entire body burn. If she’d had a gun to her head, she might have called it awe.
Vi only had the widening of Caitlyn’s eyes for warning before her legs folded up under her. Vi reacted on instinct, pulling Caitlyn close with a hand on her ass (not on purpose, but definitely a bonus) and an arm wrapped around her waist. Thinking quickly, she snagged Caitlyn’s abandoned jacket and her own shirt and spread them out on the ground in a little nest. It wouldn’t do for Caitlyn’s bare ass to touch the stone floor.
Vi helped Caitlyn finish her descent, managing to get a forearm underneath her head before it could hit the ground. She grinned down at Caitlyn, who was blinking rapidly as though she was still trying to figure out how she’d gone from up against the wall to beneath Vi on the floor.
“Hey there, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn’s eyes refocused, and her lips curved in a gentle smile that felt like watching the sun rise over Piltover’s rooftops.
“Hey yourself.”
Vi couldn’t help feeling a little smug—she’d managed to eat her Cupcake out so good she couldn’t even stay on her feet. She let a little bit of that smugness seep into her smile and watched as a full-body blush spread from Caitlyn’s cheeks and down her neck to her chest. Vi followed it appreciatively with her gaze.
When she looked back up to gauge Caitlyn’s reaction, it was with a fair amount of heat. Caitlyn shivered beneath her, and it took Vi an effort of will to keep from grinding her hips down against her.
“Cold?”
Caitlyn scoffed—a sound that Vi had come to adore just as much as it pissed her off. She attempted one of her ludicrously haughty sneers, but it was a lot less annoying than usual thanks to the hazy look in her eyes.
“You know I’m not.”
Vi chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”
Caitlyn looked indignant, but her parted lips, swift breaths, and wide eyes told Vi this was a front more than anything. She couldn’t help herself; she had to lean down and press her lips to Caitlyn’s, drinking in their perfect sweetness and softness. Caitlyn’s mouth opened under hers with a gasp, and Vi took the opportunity to introduce her tongue. She realized only retroactively that—
Oh, shit. She’s tasting herself.
As good as kissing Caitlyn felt, the sudden understanding reignited Vi’s hunger to finish what she’d started. Breaking off the kiss, Vi ran her free hand down along Caitlyn’s side, relishing the shivers that wracked Caitlyn’s body. When she reached Caitlyn’s waist, she squeezed there for just a moment before trailing her hand ever-so-slowly inward.
Caitlyn bit her lip, skin growing more and more flushed as Vi’s fingertips ghosted across her abdomen. She looked about to burst with trying not to say something, and Vi became more determined with every moment to make her lose that finely honed control.
When she paused with her hand cupping Caitlyn’s mound, fingers just shy of where she knew her lover wanted them, Caitlyn lost the battle.
“Vi, fuck—d-don’t tease—“
“Doesn’t seem like you’re in any kind of position to be giving orders, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn let out an adorably furious huff and opened her mouth. Before she could retort, Vi allowed her fingers to finally slip lower, dipping into the molten silk between Caitlyn’s thighs. Now she was the one biting her lip to keep from groaning—So soft, Cait, you feel so good—but couldn’t hold in a quiet whimper.
Luckily, Caitlyn’s full-throated moan drowned it out. As Vi’s fingers brushed the swollen bud of her clit, her head tipped back, spine arching, tits straining upward as though pleading for attention. Vi wasn’t one to deny a lady what she asked for, especially when she asked so nicely. She wrapped her lips around one of Caitlyn’s nipples and sucked hard. Caitlyn’s entire body shuddered. When Vi introduced her teeth, she finally got what she’d been craving: Caitlyn Kiramman screaming her name.
“Oh gods, Vi!”
Exultation lanced through Vi to hear those words, to hear that posh Piltie accent so overtaken by pleasure. She kissed her way over to Caitlyn’s other nipple and gave it the same treatment, meanwhile keeping her fingers torturously light on Cait’s clit. That elicited a whine; pressing a little harder got her a moan. Suddenly it didn’t matter that their whole world was on the brink of destruction; Vi realized she could spend a lifetime learning this woman, finding out exactly how to bring her to the apex of her pleasure.
Caitlyn’s eyes snapped open, locking with Vi’s. Vi’s breath caught in her chest to see the desperation in them, the frantic desire for more. Her resolve to draw this out, to drive Caitlyn just as crazy as she drove Vi, crumbled instantly the moment she spoke:
“Vi, fuck me. Please.”
Any snappy retorts withered on Vi’s tongue in the face of urgency as powerful as Caitlyn’s. Releasing the nipple in her mouth with a slick pop, she began making her way back down Caitlyn’s body, peppering it with kisses liberally interspersed with nips. Just because every inch of Vi’s body suddenly burned with the need to make Caitlyn come didn’t mean she was some kind of animal, shit.
Except that was sort of how she felt when she reached Caitlyn’s pussy and found it soaked and swollen, lips petaled open to reveal glistening folds. Suddenly Vi was on the verge of slavering again like a comic book wolf. She plunged her face back into the wet warmth, not bothering to suppress the groan that rose in her throat. It felt like coming home.
Vi wasn’t going for finesse, here—she was looking to devour Caitlyn alive. She covered the length of Caitlyn’s slit with broad sweeps of her tongue, seeking more of her lover’s addictively musky taste. Soon Caitlyn’s hips were stirring with every movement of Vi’s tongue; her hand was tangled in Vi’s hair, nails scrabbling at Vi’s scalp whenever she hit a perfectly delicious spot. Her moans and gasps were rising in pitch and volume and frequency. When Vi glanced up Caitlyn’s body, she found her trembling, head tipped back, lost in pleasure.
But something was missing. Vi could tell by the edge of strain creeping into Caitlyn’s tone—she was holding herself back, and that wouldn’t fly. Vi wanted all of Caitlyn—the buttoned-up, purebred Piltover princess, yeah, but also the absolute freak who showed up to a prison cell with no bra on right before the world was due to end. She wanted Caitlyn in all her messy, needy, unhinged glory, and she would do whatever it took to get her.
With a final kiss to the tip of Caitlyn’s clit that made her lover’s hips shoot off the floor and nearly bonk her in the nose, Vi withdrew from her feast, replacing her mouth with her fingers as fast as possible and rubbing very gently.
“What do you need?” Vi knew her tone was embarrassingly earnest, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Caitlyn let out a moan that sounded like she was on the edge of insanity. “Your fingers, please—inside—“
“Oh fuck,” Vi muttered against Caitlyn’s clit, making her lover shudder. She wrapped her lips around the twitching bud as she slid her fingers down the length of Caitlyn’s slit to the pulsing ring of her entrance. She was planning to go in nice and slow, one at a time, so she could ease Cait into the penetration, but her Cupcake was in no mood for slow. As soon as she felt Vi’s fingertips, she whined and practically slammed her hips down onto them. Before she could blink, Vi was buried up to her first knuckle in warm, rippling silk. “Oh, fuck.”
That had to be the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life, but Caitlyn didn’t give her very long to contemplate it. She gave a desperate groan, arching her back and trying to take even more. Vi was glad to give it to her. She slid her fingers deeper into Caitlyn until she was utterly engulfed, delighting in the feeling of her lover fluttering around her as she tried to get used to the stretch.
But she wasn’t about to let Cait have all the fun. Allowing herself a smirk, she pulled back just enough and crooked her fingers.
Caitlyn screamed. It was a hoarse cry, the result of days spent shouting orders and not sleeping enough, but it was the opposite of a demand. Caitlyn was giving in to her desires, to the pleasure Vi could bring her. All Vi wanted to do was give her more, to drive her to the edge of what she could take and then hurl her off. She would be there to catch Caitlyn when she fell.
Caitlyn’s entire body arched as Vi began to thrust, making up for the awkward angle of her fingers with hard, lashing strokes of her tongue across Cait’s clit. She could feel Caitlyn’s front wall swelling, and she directed her efforts there, hooking her fingers against it over and over. Caitlyn thrashed and yelped and whined, the noises more beautiful than any music Vi had ever heard. But after a time that felt like forever and also not long enough, she became aware of words among Caitlyn’s ragged cries.
“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’t—gods, Vi, please don’t stop—“
She was teetering on the edge, Vi realized, but something was keeping her from letting go. Feeling an urge to be closer, Vi lunged forward to brace herself on one arm over Caitlyn, replacing her mouth with her thumb. Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi immediately, hands roaming greedily over the muscles of her back and shoulders. Vi changed the angle of her thrusts and suddenly Caitlyn’s nails were raking down her back so hard Vi hissed.
But a little bit of pain wouldn’t be enough to make her give up the most perfect pussy she had ever got her fingers into. Vi put her knee behind her hand to add force to her movements, pounding into Caitlyn with renewed savagery, but she knew her Cupcake could take it.
She was rewarded with a yelp, Caitlyn’s walls rippling powerfully around Vi’s fingers. But Caitlyn still clung stubbornly to her control, teeth gritted around her whines and gasps, her whole body shaking with strain even as her inner walls gripped Vi’s fingers like a vice.
Suddenly, all the words that had been stuck in Vi’s throat were pouring out of her mouth.
“Come for me,” she urged, pairing her words with a series of harsh thrusts that battered that swollen spot on Caitlyn’s front wall. “Come on, Cait, I know you want to. You don’t have to pretend for me. Not anymore. Just let go, and I’ll give you what you need. You just have to take it.”
Caitlyn’s body arched so far off the floor that Vi was worried she might snap like a guitar string. Her mouth hung open in some combination of agony and ecstasy that took Vi’s breath away in its intensity, but somehow she remembered to keep moving, keep fucking Cait through her climax and beyond.
Caitlyn’s orgasm erupted from her in a full-throated scream and a burst of fluid from her pussy. Vi’s pants were instantly soaked, but she couldn’t bring herself to care—she just wanted more, as much as Caitlyn could give her. Her lover’s inner walls rippled powerfully, as though seeking to trap and keep Vi’s fingers, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
She had never seen anyone come this much, or this hard; Vi could only be impressed and somewhat in awe as the streams kept flowing. When her orgasm finally tapered off, Caitlyn slumped to the floor like a sack of loose bones.
Vi knew that she should say something, tell Caitlyn how incredible she was, how beautiful, how much—how much Vi cared about her, but her words seemed to have dried up. It was Caitlyn who found her voice first, slurred as it was.
“Well, fuck.”
Vi let out a shaky laugh. “Yep, I think that about covers it.”
Caitlyn’s eyes fluttered open just to roll. “Shut up and come here.”
At Caitlyn’s urging, Vi stretched out overtop of her. When their bodies met, Caitlyn let out a low, satisfied hum and wiggled a little. Vi wriggled her fingers in response, and that hum became a gasp.
“Stop that!”
Vi couldn’t help the grin that stretched across her face, nor did she want to. “I think we’re well past the point of pretending you don’t like it, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn scoffed. “Who’s pretending? I just came like a freight train and I’m very sensitive. You can pull out any time now, by the way.”
Pride and embarrassment at the praise flamed to life in Vi’s ears and cheeks. In a lame stab at covering for herself, she made a very half-hearted attempt to remove her fingers. “Kind of need you to let me go if you want me to pull out.” She tried again. “Kinda seems like you don’t actually want me to.”
The blush had never left Caitlyn’s cheeks, but it deepened again. “We’ll have to get out of here eventually,” she said, after a long pause.
“You sure? I was thinking we could hide in this bunker and forget our problems forever.”
Caitlyn arched a perfectly formed brow. “Is that your way of saying you want to stay with me forever?”
Vi froze. Growing up in the undercity, you didn’t talk about the future, because everyone knew it was far from assured. Everything she couldn’t say stretched out in front of her like a chasm, and everything she hadn’t gotten the chance to say before it was too late yawned behind.
She was joking, right? It was a joke. Had to be.
But on the off-chance it wasn’t, Vi was determined not to let things between them remain unspoken. Steeling herself with a breath, she looked Caitlyn directly in her wide blue eyes.
“I don’t know what the future’s gonna hold, Cait. Possibly about twenty more minutes.”
Caitlyn swallowed, the outside world creeping back into her eyes. Vi forced herself not to get distracted by the motion of that long, pale throat and hurried to continue, “I just know that whatever it is, I want it to be with you.”
Warmth bloomed in her cheeks at the dangerously earnest words that had just come out of her mouth. Before she could lose her nerve, she hastened to add, “I’m not really sure what that means yet, but…I want to find out.”
Caitlyn watched her for a moment that seemed to take at least seven years. Vi couldn’t read her expression beyond a sort of searching openness, and that terrified her. She opened her mouth to make some sort of crack that would show she was just kidding, just making last-minute end-of-the-world pillow talk, but then a small smile spread across Caitlyn’s perfect lips. Vi found herself following that smile like it was a lifeline, terrible hope taking root in her heart like a stubborn fissure tree. She hated how much she was hanging on what Caitlyn would say when her mouth opened, but…maybe not as much as she should’ve.
“I do, too.”
Vi leaned down and took Caitlyn’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, trying to put into it everything that she couldn’t find the words to express—yet. For the first time, she allowed herself to truly believe in a future—a future for herself, a future for them.
Vi felt Caitlyn’s hands trail up her sides, one of them coming to rest on her cheek, the other greedily tracing the shape of her deltoids and trapezoids. She found herself stupidly grateful for all the time she’d put into them in the prison gym. Granted, she’d been thinking about them as tools for fighting her enemies, not for pleasing a Piltie princess, but it was a nice side benefit: one she was very much looking forward to enjoying many more times in the future.
But of course, at that very moment, just as Caitlyn’s hand was starting to slide down to her other cheek, the present intruded.
The flat, deep blat-blat-blat of the alarms sounding all throughout the city was audible even in the bunker, making them both jerk and bump teeth. Vi abruptly became aware of where they were, what they were doing, and what they needed to be doing, which was definitely not defiling the very naked heir to one of Piltover’s great Houses on the floor of her family’s ancestral bunker.
“Guess it’s time,” she said lightly, gently disentangling herself from Caitlyn and then offering her a hand up. Caitlyn took it and rose, far more graceful than anyone who’d just gotten fucked into a stone floor had any right to be. Vi allowed herself one last look at the long, tall drink of gorgeous that was her Cupcake, and then turned away to find her shirt.
When she retrieved it and handed Caitlyn her pants, her lover was still standing there, chewing her lip and looking conflicted. Vi frowned, about to ask what was wrong, when Caitlyn burst out:
“But I didn’t get you off!”
She sounded so upset about it that a laugh burst out of Vi before she could help it. Caitlyn looked indignant, adorably so, and it was a trial not to keep chuckling. Honestly, Vi had almost forgotten, so absorbed had she been with the awesome force of Caitlyn’s release.
Vi tugged her shirt back over her head before reaching out and cupping Caitlyn’s cheek.
“It’s okay, Cupcake.” She pulled away to finish doing up the snaps on her tank, then offered Caitlyn a wink. “Besides, I fight better when I’m horny anyway.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile playing about her lips as she began tugging her pants back on. “I’ll hold you to that.” She reached out for the shirt Vi offered her, pulling it on before reaching up to fix her hair. In no time at all, it would have been impossible for anyone to tell she’d just come her brains out screaming Vi’s name. But Vi would never forget.
“That means you’re not allowed to die, you know,” Caitlyn said conversationally as they made their way to the bunker’s exit.
Vi nodded. “You either. Hard to get head from a ghost.”
She knew they needed to step back into the roles that would allow them to do what needed to be done, but she couldn’t help herself. She reached out and drew Caitlyn into a brief kiss, steeling herself for what came next.
“Let’s go save the world.”