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“Darling, I can tell you’re staring,” Caitlyn said without looking up. She was concentrated on finishing the last incident report for the week. On the other side of her desk, Vi continue to gaze upon the sheriff.
“Don’t blame me,” She replied, shrugging. “You’re too pretty.”
A slight flush tinted Caitlyn’s cheeks. She looked up from her work, her bashful blue eyes meeting Vi’s stormy grays. Caitlyn smiled warmly at the sight of Vi’s bored posture. Her lazy shoulders were slouched deep into the office chair while her arms swayed leisurely off the armrests. Her pink hair glimmered in the afternoon sunlight flooding through the office window.
“Just a little while longer,” Caitlyn assured her deputy. “I’m almost finished.”
Vi groaned.
“I’m bored,” she whined, followed by a yawn. She stretched her arms out before leaning back and putting her boots up on the corner of Caitlyn’s desk. Vi tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling fan, her eyes circling its slow blades.
“Why don’t you arm wrestle some of the new recruits again?” Caitlyn suggested. “They look like they need to be brought down a peg after how yesterday’s raid went.”
“They won’t play me anymore,” she said with a snicker. “I think they’re still pissed after they lost all their beer money last week.”
“Lost their beer money? You mean you gambled? Here at work?” Caitlyn asked incredulously.
“It was just a couple of bets. I won fair and square,” Vi said proudly.
Caitlyn sighed and shook her head but made no further comments. With the recent council meetings and uptick in shimmer raids, Vi’s workplace violations had quickly become the least of her worries. Out of the corner of her eye, Caitlyn glanced at Vi’s dirty boots, before poking at them with her pen.
“Boots off the table please.”
Vi huffed but obeyed, putting her feet down and sitting up. She rested her chin on one hand while the other reached across the table for a distraction.
Click click…. Click click…. Click click.…
“Darling,” Caitlyn warned. She was met with another groan.
“It’s a Friday,” Vi complained as she rolled the pen away. “Who’s gonna care if the sheriff leaves work a little early on a Friday?”
“People talk. Gossip spreads. You don’t want my mother to come down to the station again.”
“C’mon, your mother is not that scary.”
Caitlyn raised an sly eyebrow at her partner.
“Okay fine, she’s a little terrifying,” Vi admitted. “Do you remember the time she caught us on your dad’s birthday party?”
They both let out a chuckle. Caitlyn did not imagine a person could turn so many different shades of red so quickly.
“At least your dad thought it was funny.”
“My father was morbidly embarrassed in front of the dozens of guests he brought down to the wine cellar,” Caitlyn reminded her. “He tried very hard to play it off for a laugh.”
“Pshh, that was just for show. He told me after that he thought we were positively adorable.” Vi said, putting the last bit in air quotes.
“Mhm.” Caitlyn nodded reassuringly before she resumed writing.
A minute of silence ticked by before a faint gust of wind began to blow against Caitlyn’s forehead. It toyed with a loose strand of her dark blue hair, tickling her brow.
“Violet,” Caitlyn warned again.
The tiny breeze faded into obscurity, only be followed by yet another groan and this time, a light thud. Caitlyn glanced up and her concentrated complexion softened at the sight of the lump on her desk that was her partner.
Vi’s blazing pink hair was sprawled messily on the desk and her head teetered on her forearm. Her right hand hand fiddled over the desk, drawing meaningless shapes on the wooden surface.
Caitlyn could only smile at her partner’s childish antics.
“Darling?” She asked.
“Yeah?” Vi’s voice echoed from somewhere within the lump.
“Could you be a dear and grab the case files on the top shelf for me?”
Vi’s head perked up and turned towards the left wall, scanning the bookcase. She focused on the lone brown box collecting dust.
“No sweat,” she said as she strode over to the shelf. As she reached up for the box, Caitlyn snuck from behind gently snaked her arms around Vi’s waist. She nested her head in the crook of Vi’s shoulder. She felt Vi’s usually taut figure relax and her hands wrap over Caitlyn’s interlocked fingers. Vi’s steady pulse echoed throughout Caitlyn’s body.
“Cupcake,” Vi whispered, “You know you don’t need an excuse to hug me.”
“I know,” Caitlyn replied in a soft voice. “I also know work isn’t always terribly exciting but you’re always still here with me.”
Vi, still locked in her girlfriend’s embrace, turned in place. Her hands crept up to cup Caitlyn’s cheeks, drawing her in closer before planting a chaste kiss on her lips and making heart flutter.
“It’s gonna take a lot more than just a boring day at the office to keep me away,” she assured Caitlyn. “I’m with you through thick and thin.”
A brilliant grin stretched across Caitlyn’s lips and her eyes sparkled with endless adoration. She smashed her lips against Vi’s, more passionate than the last.
After what admittedly felt too brief for Caitlyn’s own liking, Vi drew away and began to pepper kisses on the underside of Caitlyn’s jaw. Vi’s lips felt impossibly hot against Caitlyn’s skin. Caitlyn closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing more of her vulnerable flesh for her girlfriend to attack. Vi trailed wet kisses down Caitlyn’s neck, drawing out heated sighs from the sheriff.
Feeling eager, Vi sucked on Caitlyn’s neck as her hands slid down Caitlyn’s waist. They reached the curve of Caitlyn’s rear, giving it a light squeeze over the enforcer uniform. Caitlyn let out a surprised squeak.
“Darling, we’re at work,” she warned.
“Never stopped you before, has it?” Vi said smugly. Her fingers tauntingly played with the hem of Caitlyn’s skirt.
“The door’s unlocked. Anyone could walk in.”
“I know,” Vi whispered hotly into Caitlyn’s ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down Caitlyn’s spine.
Vi began to venture up Caitlyn’s inner thigh. She drew curves along her creamy skin, slowly closing in on the heated center. Goosebumps littered Caitlyn’s arm. She squirmed in Vi’s steely arms.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I- I didn’t say that,” Caitlyn replied. Her breath hitched as Vi slowly traced her index finger up the lace lining. Vi rubbed against Caitlyn’s nerves, sending a shock through her body.
Caitlyn felt her legs tremble before they gave away. She pressed her knees together, locking Vi’s hand in her most vulnerable area. She grabbed whatever folds of Vi’s jacket she could get her hands on, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She buried her head into Vi’s shoulder, biting down on her bottom lip to hold back her vocality.
“Such a good girl,” Vi soothed. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Caitlyn whimpered meekly and nodded in Vi’s shoulder. She felt Vi brush against the damp fabric once more. She waited desperately for Vi’s fingers to work their magic, for her to be come undone by Vi’s touch.
“Ahem.”
The couple jumped at the interruption. Vi quickly withdrew from Caitlyn, whose face was as red as a tomato. Her eyes widened when she saw who had entered her office.
“Mother!” Caitlyn exclaimed, trying to catch her breath as she smoothed out her uniform. “What on Targon’s Peak are you doing here?”
A pair of blue eyes identical Caitlyn’s continued to stare down the sheriff and her deputy.
“I was at the Academy to observe the hexflight tests and I thought I’d drop by,” said Cassandra. “I didn’t realize you were otherwise… preoccupied.”
“I’m not! I wasn’t! I mean, yes I am busy but not with- with that!” Caitlyn sputtered out. She glanced over at Vi, who was leaning back against the shelf with the widest grin on her face.
“I dunno, Caitlyn,” Vi teased. “You seemed pretty preoccupied with my hand in your-“
“Vi!” Caitlyn hissed loudly, reducing her partner into a splatter of chuckles.
Cassandra also let out a rare laugh, thoroughly confusing Caitlyn.
“You’re… not mad?” She asked.
“Mad? By Targon’s peak, Caitlyn. If you knew even half the things your father and I got away with in the Council Chambers-“
“Mother!” Caitlyn looked at her parent in embarrassment and shock.
“Alright I won’t bore you with the details. My point is that love is special. It’s okay to enjoy it sometimes.” Cassandra gave her flustered daughter a wink before heading out the door.
“At least lock the door next time, won’t you?” She called out as she left the office.
Caitlyn stood mortified as she watched her mother leave.
“Guess I was right, huh?”.
Caitlyn shot a glare at her partner. Vi grinned at her, unabashed by recent events.
“Your mother isn’t that scary after all.”
Caitlyn let out a strangled scoff.
“Sit back down,” she ordered. “And don’t you dare lay a finger on me until we get home. That is an order.”
“Whatever you say, sheriff,” Vi said, smirking as she kicked her feet up onto Caitlyn’s desk.
“Boots off the table!”