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Caitlyn is so flushed she almost can’t open her eye to look at her girlfriend to see what had gotten into her, what drove her to this manic search for pleasure, the type that only Caitlyn can give her.
It's a good thing she did though, because how else would she have noticed the blur of red standing, watching, just outside her door.
The very familiar blur of red, all silky soft even from a distance. The very familiar bulk of shoulder muscles hunching in laughter, always leaving Caitlyn breathless and sickeningly in love. The very familiar curl of a pair of lips, the top scarred and maddeningly attractive and feels expediently good when run over by her tongue.
Caitlyn’s eye narrow, an ominous inkling running down her spines, even as she continues kissing Vi.
It's enough to pull her out of her daze, and when the image finally registers, Caitlyn makes a horrified gasp.
Standing there by the door, watching Caitlyn get ravished atop her desk, is Vi.
Vi, whose lips are curled in a smile.
Vi, whose lips are pressed against Caitlyn’s.
Vi, who is there, but also here, and—
Just what in the bloody hell is going on?
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the Vi Sandwich fic. that's it.