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The ride back to Vi’s apartment was filled with laughter and excitement, the buzz of the evening still electrifying the air around them. Vi’s motorcycle roared through the quiet streets, the chill of the night tempered by Caitlyn’s arms wrapped snugly around Vi’s waist.
Caitlyn rested her chin on Vi’s shoulder, her laughter carrying over the wind as Vi swerved dramatically to avoid an imaginary obstacle. “Are you trying to kill us, or is this your idea of showing off?” she called out, her voice bright with amusement.
Vi tilted her head just enough to glance back, her grin wide and cheeky. “If I wanted to show off, Cupcake, I’d be doing wheelies.” she teased, revving the engine for effect.
Caitlyn laughed, tightening her grip. “Don’t you dare! I quite like being in one piece, thank you very much.”
“Relax,” Vi replied, her voice softening. “I’ve got you.” And for a moment, the banter gave way to a quiet understanding, the kind that didn’t need words.
The ride felt like an escape, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, hurtling through the city under a blanket of stars. Caitlyn, usually composed and measured, found herself reveling in the wild, carefree energy that Vi exuded. It was infectious, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so alive.
When they finally pulled up outside Vi’s apartment, the engine’s roar faded into silence, leaving behind a peaceful stillness. Vi swung her leg over the bike and turned to Caitlyn, offering a hand to help her off. Caitlyn took it, her fingers lingering in Vi’s grasp even after she was on solid ground.
“That,” Caitlyn said, her breath visible in the cool night air, “was both exhilarating and terrifying.”
Vi smirked, pulling off her helmet and shaking out her hair. “You’re welcome,” she quipped, leaning casually against the bike. “Admit it, you loved it.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Maybe. Just a little.”
They hurried up the stairs to Vi’s apartment, their footsteps echoing off the walls as their laughter filled the quiet hallway. Caitlyn stumbled slightly, still giddy from the ride, and Vi reached out instinctively, steadying her with a hand on her waist.
“Careful there,” Vi teased, grinning. “You can’t blame my motorcycle skills if you trip over your own feet.”
Caitlyn swatted at her playfully. “Excuse me, but maybe if you weren’t walking so fast, I wouldn’t have to practically sprint to keep up.”
Vi smirked, leaning in close as they reached her door. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said with exaggerated sweetness, “I didn’t realize I needed to slow down for the queen of the ice.”
Caitlyn opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Vi fumbling with her keys, the jangling sound punctuating their laughter. “Hold on,” Vi muttered, half-laughing herself as she tried to fit the key into the lock. “Don’t judge me; it’s been a long day.”
“Not judging,” Caitlyn replied with a smirk, crossing her arms. “Just observing.”
They stepped inside, and Caitlyn, with a swift motion, shut the door behind her. Before she could fully turn around, Vi wrapped her in a tight, warm hug, her arms locking Caitlyn in place.
“Missed me already?” Caitlyn teased, her voice muffled slightly against Vi’s shoulder.
“Maybe,” Vi murmured, her grin pressing against Caitlyn’s hair. “What’s it to you?”
Caitlyn chuckled softly, her hands instinctively resting on Vi’s back as she leaned into the embrace. After a beat, she pulled back just enough to glance around the room, her eyebrows raising as she took in the familiar chaos of Vi’s apartment.
“Still as messy as yesterday, eh?” she quipped, gesturing toward the same hockey glove on the coffee table she had pointed out before.
Vi followed her gaze, feigning offense. “Hey, it’s called organized chaos, thank you very much.” she retorted, reluctantly letting go of Caitlyn but not straying far.
“Right,” Caitlyn said, stepping further into the room and surveying the scene with an exaggerated air of judgment. She picked up a stray sock from the couch with her fingertips, holding it as though it were evidence in a crime scene. “This, for example, screams meticulous planning.”
Vi snorted, swiping the sock from her hand and tossing it back onto the couch. “You’re lucky I like you,” she said, crossing her arms with a mock glare. “Otherwise, I’d be deeply hurt by your harsh critiques of my interior decorating skills.”
“Oh, believe me,” Caitlyn shot back, turning toward her with a sly smile, “your skills have left quite the impression.”
Vi rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at her lips. “Alright, alright, Princess Perfection,” she said, gesturing toward the couch. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while I try to impress you with some... uh, coffee? Or water? Maybe even a beer if you’re feeling adventurous.”
“Do you have wine?” Caitlyn asked, carefully lowering herself onto the only section of the couch free from clutter. She glanced around with a bemused expression, her sharp eyes taking in the scattered hockey equipment, discarded jackets, and an old pizza box precariously perched on the armrest.
Vi sat next to her,“Wine?” she echoed, her voice laced with mock incredulity. “What do you think this is, a five-star lounge?”
Caitlyn arched a brow, her lips curving into a playful smirk. “I just assumed that someone with such refined taste in, oh, let’s say, home decor would also have a decently stocked wine collection.”
Vi snorted, tossing a stray glove onto a pile of laundry. “Refined taste? You’re giving me too much credit, Cupcake.” she threw her hands up in mock defeat. “Alright, alright. No wine. But,” she added, leaning closer with a conspiratorial grin, “I think there’s a half-drunk bottle of something vaguely wine-adjacent buried in my fridge. Does that count?”
Caitlyn feigned a gasp, placing a hand dramatically over her chest. “You wound me, Vi. How dare you offer me... fridge wine.”
Vi stood up and stretched lazily. “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It’s got character.” She made her way to the kitchen, her voice carrying over her shoulder. “But don’t get your hopes up too much. It’s probably from, like, two years ago.”
Caitlyn shook her head, laughing quietly to herself as she settled more comfortably on the couch. “Why am I not surprised?”
A moment later, Vi returned, holding a bottle of red wine and two mismatched glasses. “Voilà,” she said, presenting it with a flourish. “Your highness, may I present: Château Questionable Vintage.”
Caitlyn pressed her lips together to keep from laughing outright, her brow lifting as she inspected the bottle. “Oh, I can’t wait.”
Vi plopped down on the couch beside her, holding up the bottle like it was a prized artifact. With exaggerated care, she twisted the cork out and began pouring the wine into the glasses. She mimicked the flourish of a seasoned sommelier, even sniffing the wine theatrically before offering Caitlyn her glass. “Only the finest for you, Cupcake.” she said, unable to suppress her grin.
Caitlyn accepted the glass with an amused shake of her head. “You’re really going all out, aren’t you?”
“Damn right I am,” Vi said, raising her own glass. “Now, take a sip and tell me this doesn’t taste like pure class.”
Caitlyn swirled the wine in her glass, lifting it to her lips with all the pretense of a wine connoisseur. She took a small sip, her expression shifting to one of mock contemplation. “You know,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting Vi’s as a smile tugged at her lips, “it’s... not the worst.”
Vi burst out laughing, leaning back against the couch. “Not the worst? Wow, high praise coming from you.”
Caitlyn smirked, taking another sip. “I mean, I wouldn’t serve it at one of my family’s parties, but for a midnight drink on a messy couch? It’s perfect.”
“See? You do get me,” Vi said, clinking her glass against Caitlyn’s. “To Château Questionable Vintage—and the best midnight company I could ask for.”
Caitlyn’s smile softened as their glasses met, the gentle sound of the toast filling the quiet apartment. “To us,” she said, her voice warm.
Vi’s grin faltered slightly, replaced by something softer, more genuine. “To us,” she echoed.
•••••
One wine bottle later, accompanied by a few hastily grabbed beer cans, the two of them were sprawled out on the couch, a mess of tangled limbs and easy laughter.
Vi, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, was tipping past the border of tipsy, her grin permanently plastered across her face. Caitlyn, on the other hand, ever the lightweight, had gone straight from graceful elegance to charming incoherence, her words spilling out in a series of cheerful, half-formed thoughts.
“You know,” Caitlyn slurred, her head lolling onto Vi’s shoulder as she gestured vaguely toward the ceiling, “I think... I think stars are overrated. Like... they’re just shiny dots, right? And everyone’s like, ‘Oh, stars, so romantic,’ but honestly? Candles are better. More... glowy.” She punctuated her point with an enthusiastic nod, almost spilling what remained of her wine in the process.
Vi snorted, reaching out to steady Caitlyn’s glass. “Whoa, easy there, philosopher. We can’t afford to lose any more of the Château Questionable Vintage.” Her words were teasing, but the fondness in her voice was impossible to miss.
Caitlyn squinted up at her, clearly trying to muster up a retort but only succeeding in a dramatic pout. “Don’t mock me. I’m... I’m making profound observations here.” She poked Vi’s chest for emphasis, though it lacked any real force. “You. You just don’t understand art.”
Vi laughed, the sound loud and carefree as she tipped her head back against the couch. “Oh, I understand art just fine. I’m sitting next to a masterpiece, aren’t I?”
Caitlyn blinked at her, the pout dissolving into a surprised smile, her cheeks flushing even deeper—though whether from the compliment or the wine, Vi couldn’t tell. “That’s cheating.” Caitlyn mumbled, burying her face against Vi’s shoulder to hide her embarrassment.
Vi chuckled, her arm instinctively wrapping around Caitlyn as the other woman burrowed into her shoulder. “Cheating? Nah,” she said, her voice warm and playful. “It’s just the truth. Don’t blame me if you’re the Mona Lisa of figure skating.”
Caitlyn groaned softly, though the sound was more amused than exasperated. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, her words muffled against Vi’s shirt. “Ridiculously sweet, maybe, but still ridiculous.”
“And yet,” Vi teased, lightly tapping Caitlyn’s nose with a fingertip, “you keep coming back for more.”
Caitlyn peeked up at her, her blue eyes sparkling even in the dim light of the room. “I must have terrible taste,” she quipped, though her smile gave her away. “Or maybe I just have a thing for hopelessly charming hockey players.”
“Hopelessly charming, huh?” Vi grinned, her thumb brushing against Caitlyn’s shoulder in an absent, affectionate gesture. “I’ll take it. But for the record, you’re the one who charmed me. I didn’t stand a chance from the moment you skated onto my radar.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the soft laugh that bubbled out of her. “Okay, now you’re laying it on thick. Another glass of wine, and I might start believing you.”
Vi shifted slightly, pulling Caitlyn closer until they were fully pressed together, limbs tangled as they sprawled across the couch. Caitlyn let out a soft laugh, her head resting against Vi's shoulder, her hand idly tracing invisible patterns on Vi’s arm.
“This couch is terrible for cuddling,” Caitlyn teased, her voice still tinged with the slight slur of wine. “I think I might sink into the abyss of mismatched cushions and never return.”
Vi snorted, tightening her arm around Caitlyn’s waist. “You’re just not appreciating its unique charm. It’s got... character.”
“Character?” Caitlyn repeated, looking up at her with an amused smirk. “That’s one way to describe ‘falling apart.’”
“Hey, don’t disrespect the couch,” Vi said with mock seriousness, poking Caitlyn’s side and making her squirm and giggle. “It’s seen me through a lot. Late nights, early mornings, and now, cuddling with the prettiest person in all of Piltover. Pretty good life for a couch if you ask me.”
Caitlyn let out a genuine laugh, the sound bright and warm as she leaned further into Vi. “You’re annoying.” she murmured, though her smile betrayed her words.
“And you’re adorable,” Vi shot back, her tone softer now. She rested her chin lightly on Caitlyn’s head, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo. “I could stay like this forever.”
Caitlyn hummed in agreement, her fingers trailing up to lightly brush against Vi’s jawline. “You’re not half bad at this cuddling thing,” she admitted, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Maybe I’ll keep you around.”
After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Caitlyn shifted slightly, looking up at Vi with a mischievous look in her eyes. “So, about that couch... I think we’ve outstayed its welcome, don’t you?”
Vi raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Are you saying it’s too... ‘charactered’ for you?” she teased, her lips curling into a smile.
Caitlyn nodded with mock seriousness. “Exactly. I need something more... comfortable. Preferably a bed that doesn't feel like it’s going to swallow me whole.”
Vi laughed, gently pulling Caitlyn to her feet. “Alright, alright. You win. My room’s way more comfortable anyway.” She gave Caitlyn a playful wink as she led the way down the hallway.
They stumbled slightly, still a bit tipsy, but they were steady in each other’s arms, the air between them light and full of easy affection. Vi pushed the door to her room open, and they both stepped inside, Caitlyn letting out a soft laugh at the contrast between the two spaces. Vi’s room was smaller but felt more like home—a mishmash of personal items, old posters on the walls, and a bed that was big enough to sprawl out on.
Caitlyn glanced around, smiling as she took in the cozy, lived-in atmosphere of the room. “I like it,” she said, her voice warm with affection. “It’s got character.”
Vi grinned, kicking off her shoes and tossing them to the side. “Yeah, well, it’s not exactly a five-star hotel, but it works for me.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow as she eyed the bed, taking a few steps toward it. “Looks comfy enough,” she said, sitting down and bouncing slightly to test it out. “I could get used to this.”
Vi chuckled, sitting next to her. The bed creaked softly under their weight, and Caitlyn scooted over a little to make more room. They both settled in, their bodies naturally gravitating toward each other, the comfortable silence between them deepening as they relaxed.
Vi’s gaze softened as she looked at Caitlyn, the glow of the soft lamp illuminating her features in a way that made her heart flutter. “So... this is my place. Messy as it is.” she said, a little self-conscious.
Caitlyn smiled, her fingers brushing against Vi’s. “It’s perfect,” she said quietly. “It feels like you.”
Vi felt a surge of warmth at her words, her chest tight in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. “I’m glad you think so,” she murmured, leaning closer. “It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone here...”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Oh, so I’m not the first one to grace this room, huh?" she teased, her tone light but her gaze sharp, as though she was trying to imagine Vi with someone else. "I suppose there have been other women here, then?"
Her question lingered in the air, a mix of curiosity and a hint of something else—something that Vi couldn’t quite place. Caitlyn’s eyes, however, didn’t quite match the teasing tone. There was a flicker of something—maybe a trace of jealousy or perhaps an unfamiliar insecurity.
Vi could sense the shift in Caitlyn’s tone, the playful teasing giving way to something deeper. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she studied Caitlyn’s face, trying to gauge what was really behind those words.
With a soft laugh, Vi moved closer to Caitlyn, brushing her thumb lightly across her cheek. "If there have been other women," she began with a teasing look in her eyes, "they sure didn’t leave a mark like you have."
Caitlyn blinked, her breath catching for a moment as the tension between them deepened. She looked away briefly, as if trying to compose herself. "I didn’t mean to—" she started, but Vi cut her off by lifting her chin gently, bringing Caitlyn’s eyes back to meet hers.
"Hey," Vi said softly, her voice steady but warm. "There’s no one else. Just you." She gave Caitlyn a reassuring smile, her thumb still caressing her skin in a slow, soothing motion.
Caitlyn raised her eyebrows, her mouth turning into a half-smile, half-pout. "I’ll take that as a compliment, I suppose," she replied, clearly amused but with a little hint of possessiveness in her voice. "Just know, you’re not getting off that easy. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one allowed to be in your room from now on."
Vi laughed, her heart light. "Oh, is that so? Well, I think I can live with that." She leaned down to kiss Caitlyn on the forehead. "You’re the only one I want in here, anyway."
Vi’s gaze softened as she looked back at Caitlyn, her heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with their tipsy state. The way Caitlyn’s eyes looked, the soft curve of her lips, the way her hand rested so naturally in hers—it all made Vi’s chest tighten with an emotion she wasn’t sure she could fully name.
Caitlyn, sensing the change in the air, leaned a little closer, her breath warm on Vi’s skin. The space between them seemed to shrink with every passing second, the tension between them palpable but not uncomfortable. It felt right.
Without thinking, Vi tilted her head, her fingers gently cupping Caitlyn’s face as she closed the distance. Their lips met softly at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters, unsure but desperate to know what it felt like. The kiss was warm, tender, and sweet—like everything they had been building toward, all the moments of laughter, teasing, and quiet closeness culminating into something deeper.
Caitlyn’s hand moved to the back of Vi’s neck, her fingers threading into her hair as she pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, and Vi felt her heart skip, her hands instinctively wrapping around Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her in, as if she never wanted to let go.
Caitlyn was gently but playfully nudged down onto the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress with a soft thud. Before she could process the movement, Vi was already hovering above her, her body warm and close, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
Without hesitation, Vi leaned down, closing the distance between them, and captured Caitlyn’s lips again in a kiss—slow at first, tender, and electric all at once.
The kiss deepened, their lips moving together with growing urgency as Caitlyn’s hands slid up to cup Vi’s face, pulling her in closer. Vi’s weight settled comfortably over her, the sensation of her body pressing into Caitlyn’s sending a rush of warmth through her. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them, tangled in the softness of the bed and the intensity of the kiss.
Vi’s hand gently tangled in Caitlyn’s hair, guiding their movements as their kiss grew more passionate, the playfulness between them giving way to something deeper. Caitlyn’s heart raced, her fingers tracing the lines of Vi’s back as she pulled her even closer, the chemistry between them undeniable, overwhelming in the best way.
Finally, when they pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Vi leaned down, resting her forehead against Caitlyn’s. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she looked into Caitlyn’s eyes, their gazes locked in silent understanding. “I guess we’re not going anywhere for a while, huh?” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” Caitlyn paused, her legs hugging Vi’s waist, pulling her closer, “Just here.”
Caitlyn then snaked her hands on Vi’s pink locs, tugging and pulling her down, bringing her back in for another kiss, this time with more intent and lust.
The action sent Vi on overdrive, her fingers roaming over the expanse of Caitlyn’s body, she pulled away and immediately got to work with Caitlyn’s neck, coloring it in hues of red and purple, not caring about the consequence of the marks she’d leave.
Caitlyn let out a moan, moving her head to give Vi more access to her neck. Her hands moved to haphazardly remove Vi’s hoodie, wanting to touch and feel more of Vi.
“So impatient,” Vi murmured, moving away to let Caitlyn remove her hoodie, revealing her toned form, “Like what you see?” She teased, a grin forming at her face as she studied Caitlyn’s.
“Absolutely.” Caitlyn replied, her fingers trailing and feeling at Vi’s abs, the action making the pinkette shudder, Caitlyn sat up, straddling Vi’s thighs, she took off her own shirt, earning a low whistle from Vi.
“You’re absolutely stunning.” Vi whispered, unhooking Caitlyn’s bra and sending it away in the corner of her room.
Her mouth immediately latched on Caitlyn’s nipples, sucking and teasing it with her mouth. One of Vi’s hands moved lower, fumbling with the button on Caitlyn’s pants.
Caitlyn let out a sigh, giggling lightly as she watched Vi struggle, she reached down and helped, “There you go.” she breathed out, Vi’s relentless attack on her tit making her reel forward, throwing her head back and holding on Vi’s shoulders for support.
Vi pulled away, looking up at Caitlyn with a wide grin, “Thanks, Cupcake.” She pushed Caitlyn down the mattress, moving a pillow under her lower back, she began to slip Caitlyn’s pants off, leaving her bare under Vi. She let out a low whistle, a teasing grin evident on her face. She trailed her hands over the expanse of Caitlyn’s body, from her neck to her thighs, ghosting over areas she knew Caitlyn wanted her to touch the most.
“Please, Vi…” Caitlyn whined, her hips rutting at the thigh nestled between her legs, the sensation she felt made her whole body tremble.
Caitlyn squirmed as Vi's thigh teasingly brushed against hers, the movement stopping suddenly. The unexpected frustration made Caitlyn even more aroused, causing her to groan softly. Writhing under Vi's touch, she tried to find a way to relieve the building tension.
Vi smiled smugly, enjoying the effect she was having on Caitlyn. She couldn't resist teasing her more. Slowly, she began to grind her hips against Caitlyn's, relishing the feeling of their bare skin sliding against each other. Her breathing hitched as she felt herself growing wetter between her legs.
"Are you enjoying this, Caitlyn?" Vi purred, her voice low and seductive. She could feel the power she held over Caitlyn growing stronger with every passing moment.
"Gods, yes," Caitlyn moaned, unable to hide her desire. She arched her back, pressing her chest closer to Vi. "Please, Vi."
"Please what?" Vi teased, running her fingers lightly over Caitlyn's collarbone.
"I need... I need you to touch me." Caitlyn panted, her voice raged with need. Her body trembled with anticipation as she waited for Vi's response.
Vi leaned down to kiss Caitlyn's chest, “Anything for you,” She trailed her fingers down Caitlyn's stomach, stopping just above her wet heat. With a grin, she pressed her fingers against Caitlyn's clit, feeling it jump under her touch.
Caitlyn cried out, arching her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She threw her head up, her body pressed against Vi's with a desperation she couldn't hide. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and she wanted more.
As their skin slid against each other, Vi began to gently thrust her hips, grinding her core against Caitlyn's. She watched Caitlyn's expression change from surprise to outright need, and the power she felt was exhilarating.
"Vi," Caitlyn moaned, her voice hoarse. "Please, don't stop." She arched her back again, begging for the release she could feel building inside her.
Vi smiled, satisfied with the response she'd evoked from Caitlyn. She began to move her fingers more quickly, circling around Caitlyn's clit in a relentless rhythm. At the same time, she increased the pace of her hips, taking them both closer to the edge.
With each thrust, Caitlyn's body writhed against Vi, urging her on. Their breaths mingled in the air between them, growing ragged and fast. It was an erotic dance, both partners moving in perfect synchronicity, driven by primal desire.
Caitlyn cried out, her body shuddering as she came, wracked by waves of pleasure. As her muscles contracted around Vi's fingers, she let out a long, low moan, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Vi leaned down, capturing Caitlyn's mouth in a fiery kiss, her free hand pressing against Caitlyn's chest to hold her in place. She could taste the sweetness of their lovemaking on Caitlyn's lips, and it only fueled her own desire.
As Caitlyn came down from her high, Vi continued to grind against her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. She nipped gently at Caitlyn's earlobe, chuckling when Caitlyn shivered in response.
Finally, with a satisfied smile, Vi withdrew her fingers from Caitlyn's, licking them clean before leaning down to kiss her softly. "There now," she purred. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Caitlyn lay panting, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Gods, no," she gasped. "It was... incredible." She reached up, tracing the line of Vi's jaw with her fingers, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire.
Vi shifted beside Caitlyn, her usual energy softened by the late hour and the lingering effects of their activity. She smiled lazily, her eyes heavy but filled with unmistakable warmth as she looked up at Caitlyn. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice low and slightly slurred, but the sincerity behind her words was crystal clear.
Her arms moved instinctively, wrapping around Caitlyn’s waist and pulling her close. Caitlyn let out a quiet laugh, the sound tinged with affection as she settled against Vi’s chest, her head resting just beneath Vi’s chin.
“I love you too,” Caitlyn whispered, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on Vi’s arm. The room fell into a comfortable silence, save for the soft sounds of their breathing and the faint hum of the city outside.
As the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the room, Caitlyn’s eyes wandered, catching the intricate black ink etched into Vi’s arm. The tattoos were bold, each line telling a story Caitlyn didn’t yet fully know but was eager to understand.
Her fingers reached out almost instinctively, tracing the patterns with a feather-light touch. The texture of Vi’s skin under her fingertips was warm and real, grounding Caitlyn in the moment. She followed the curves and edges of the ink, her movements slow and deliberate.
Vi stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to catch Caitlyn’s focused expression. A sleepy grin spread across her face. “Admiring the art?” she murmured, her voice husky with exhaustion.
Caitlyn’s hand stilled for a moment before she met Vi’s gaze, her lips curving into a tender smile. “It’s hard not to,” she admitted, her fingers resuming their gentle path along the ink. "They’re... striking. They suit you."
Vi let out a soft chuckle, her chest vibrating faintly beneath Caitlyn’s hand as it rested on her arm. “Suits me, huh?” she said, her grin widening. “Didn’t know I’d end up being a museum exhibit tonight.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her own amused smile. “You’re more than that,” she said, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “Each line feels like it’s a part of who you are. It’s captivating.”
Vi’s grin softened into something warmer, her gaze holding Caitlyn’s for a long moment. “Well,” she said, her voice quieter now, “if you think the ink’s got stories, you should see what’s underneath it.”
Caitlyn’s fingers paused, her brow raising slightly. "Is that a challenge?"
Vi chuckled, her hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Caitlyn’s ear. "Not tonight, Cupcake. Tonight, we’re just enjoying the masterpiece in front of me." She gave Caitlyn a lopsided smile, her fingers brushing her cheek.
Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, and she leaned into Vi’s touch, her smile softening. “Smooth, aren’t you?”
“Always,” Vi replied, her voice a mix of teasing and affection, pulling Caitlyn just a little closer. “Especially when it’s about you.”
Vi’s grin softened, and she let out a content sigh, her hand resting gently on Caitlyn’s back. “Alright, enough deep conversations about art and masterpieces,” she murmured, her eyelids growing heavier. “Time to shut my eyes before I embarrass myself any further.”
Caitlyn chuckled softly, her fingers brushing through Vi’s short hair in slow, soothing strokes. “That’s a first—Violet Lance admitting defeat.” She shifted slightly to settle more comfortably against Vi, her head finding its place on her shoulder. “But I suppose I’ll let it slide. You’ve had a big night, after all.”
Vi hummed in response, already halfway to sleep, her breathing evening out as her arms instinctively tightened around Caitlyn’s waist. “You’re warm,” she mumbled, her words slurred but filled with affection. “Don’t move, ‘kay?”
Caitlyn smiled, her own eyelids growing heavier as she listened to the rhythmic sound of Vi’s breathing. “I’m not going anywhere.” she whispered, letting her head sink further into the crook of Vi’s neck.