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Caitlyn finds herself melting into Vi’s warmth as each morning passes them with a beautiful glow. She doesn't think she can ever get tired of this, waking up in Vi’s arms, warm, naked, and deliciously sore from their activities the night before.
It’s a blessing, really, to be able to see Vi like this, especially without her bandages. It makes Caitlyn’s heart soar knowing that Vi trusts her enough to undo the bandages, rewrap them, take them off, and put them on over and over and over again.
They don’t speak about it, but Caitlyn knows the implications, she knows the intimacy of these moments, especially when Vi looks at her like…
Vi’s nose twitches and Caitlyn can’t help but be drawn to it, drawn to the softness and tenderness Vi always seems to have, even while she’s dreaming. Caitlyn smiles and presses her cheek against Vi’s chest, gently tracing the small scars littered over her steadily tanning skin. She smiles brighter when Vi leans into it, and she can’t help but kiss her skin then, wanting to reward her for simply just existing here, at this moment, resting with her and trusting her enough to show her body bare, vulnerable, and open all for Caitlyn to admire and appreciate in ways that she’s dreamed of, admittedly, since the brothel.
Then Caitlyn grows greedy, and she peppers more kisses along Vi’s chest, looking up every once in a while to see if she’s woken up just yet, and, after a few more kisses, she feels Vi stir under her touch. Caitlyn beams at her movements, and she can’t help but let a bright, drowsy smile tug at her lips when those beautiful, steely, sleepy gray eyes look at her, her long lashes fanning out along her cheeks as she processes her consciousness. Cait just chuckles and leans up, letting the thin, white sheet slide off her shoulders like silk as she leans in, pressing kisses to Vi’s cheek, chin, jaw, and, finally, her lips. Vi hums tiredly into their kiss, her lips moving lazily against Caitlyn’s in a way that always drives her just the tiniest bit wild.
Caitlyn indulges Vi for a few moments, cupping her cheek before sliding her long, thin fingers into her outgrown hair, carding the appendages through the strands before catching onto a knot, making Vi hiss against Caitlyn’s mouth. Cait immediately pulls away, giving Vi an apologetic look before pecking her lips once again; a truce.
“Sorry,” Caitlyn murmurs, twirling a strand of Vi’s pink hair around her index finger, before using her other hand to smooth the rest of her hair down. “I forget how terrible your bedhead is.”
Vi just scoffs and groans, yawning and scrunching her nose at Cait, but not before smoothing out Caitlyn’s hair as well.
“You’re one to talk, Cupcake,” Vi whispers, her voice deep and groggy and so perfect that it makes Caitlyn want to roll on top of her and keep Vi against her for the rest of the morning, day, night, and their lives. “You always look like you just got hit by Jayce’s hextech hammer whenever you wake up.” Caitlyn snorts at the description and playfully shoves Vi’s shoulder, making the butch tut at her girlfriend and pretend to stretch, only to roll over right on top of the femme, pressing her whole weight against her while Caitlyn laughs and wraps her arms around Vi.
“Vi,” the sheriff laughs, “ Violet , you’re crushing me!”
The brawler hums and hugs her girlfriend, pressing her nose against her neck before inhaling her scent, then promptly attacking her skin with kisses that make Caitlyn squirm and laugh even harder.
“Vi!” she squeals, her chest rumbling from her sweet giggles. Vi bites at her shoulder, the cuteness aggression taking the reigns, making Caitlyn yelp.
“Oh, please,” Vi scoffs, “like I’ve never bitten you before,” she teases, before kissing the bite mark on Caitlyn’s shoulder.
“You’re so infuriating,” The sharpshooter huffs, but cups Vi’s face to look at her lovingly anyways.
“You love it.”
“That doesn’t make it any less true,” whispers Caitlyn, rubbing her thumb against Vi’s tattoo, marveling at the way the skin shifts under her touch, at the way Vi’s freckles seem to grow more and more as they spend their days under the sun.
Needless to say, Caitlyn is in love.
“You’re so weak , Cait,” Vi snorts, “So lovestruck. So sweet. You couldn’t hate me even if you tried.”
Caitlyn’s ears burn at Vi’s words, and she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Ah, that’s easy for you to say, huh? With those…puppy eyes you always look at me with. You really think you’re exempt from love’s charms?” Caitlyn challenges, raising an eyebrow at the pink-haired enforcer, “In your dreams, Violet.”
Vi hums, giving Caitlyn that signature smirk of hers before leaning down and holding Cait’s jaw, holding it in place against the mattress before peppering her face with kisses, laughing alongside Caitlyn when she just goes limp in her arms and allows the attack to continue. Just to give Caitlyn a break from the attack, Vi rewards her with a slow, loving kiss, her thumbs caressing the skin of her cheeks as their lips press against each other, their warm bodies melting into one another as they kiss, and kiss, and kiss.
Caitlyn tangles her fingers into Vi’s hair, careful to not tug or pull on any knots that might have been formed after their eventful night, and their heavy slumber.
This continues for a few minutes, both of them too happy to stop, but eventually realizing that they’re far too dependent on oxygen to continue.
As they catch their breaths, Caitlyn smiles up at her butch, scratching at her scalp slowly before taking in a shuddering breath and exhaling, not caring for the nudity between them. It’s warm, comfortable. Nothing serious needing to be done. Just a respite between two lovers who want nothing more than to enjoy the feeling of skin upon skin, lips against lips, and breaths against breaths.
“We should get ready,” whispers Caitlyn, yet she doesn’t make any move to leave their bed.
“Mhm,” hums the bruiser, “I’ll get ready as soon as you do, deal?”
Caitlyn pauses, looks at Vi, and smiles, that perfect gap between her front teeth making Vi want to wrap her up in a blanket and hold her until the end of time.
“Deal.”
Needless to say, neither of them got out of bed that morning.