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There was always something off about Stillwater that made Caitlyn feel weird . There wasn’t a proper word to explain it, but no matter how many trips she had to make down here. The silence was deafening that the only thing that could be heard was the clacking of her heels, and the jingle of the keys down the hallway. It’s just unsettling with the amount of prisoners that were kept in solitary confinement, or “Caitlyn’s dungeons” as everyone has called it, but she rather not come down below level 20, and yet she’s here every two weeks because she’s always breaking protocol to bail someone out.
Caitlyn stopped at the cell that held the one person she’d go through the trouble of bypassing the need for a councilor’s approval for a prisoner release, the trouble of assigning guards at places that didn’t need guards, but it was all for her. She doesn’t know why she keeps up with this, maybe it’s the alpha in her that demands she come to her omega from danger, but Vi didn’t need saving. Let alone needing an alpha’s saving, but Vi has told her multiple times that she liked it when her “darling alpha” came to her rescue when it’s a situation where she can’t punch her way out.
“People are going to start thinking you like it down here.” Caitlyn unlocked the cell, opening the door, stepping into it. Vi didn’t turn to look at her, shoulders slumping because this was a conversation they’ve had before—quite a few times. “What happened this time?”
“Same ole.” Vi shrugged, turning around to lean against the cell wall. “A topsider got handsy, I fixed it.”
Caitlyn laughed. “And that leads you to be locked up again. How many times do you have to be thrown into a cell to accept the fact that fighting a wealthy Piltover man won’t lead to anything good?”
“Why worry about that when I have you to come save me, cupcake.”
“Until someone rats me out to the council for showing favoritism towards a hardened criminal, then I’m afraid you’re going to have to serve your sentence. And it won’t be on level twenty, it will probably be level sub-zero if you keep ending in handcuffs.”
Vi didn’t move, waiting for Caitlyn to come to her. “You wouldn’t allow that. You love me too much.”
“Unfortunately, that is true.” Caitlyn turned around to walk out of the cell because there was no way that she was going to be soft in a dirty cell where anyone could watch them, and while she is the commander—any word back to the new council wouldn’t be the best impression. “Let’s get back before anyone starts to question why I’m down here for longer than needed.”
Caitlyn didn’t make it far, being pulled back into the cell and into awaiting arms, and she would resist but she hasn’t seen Vi for a couple days because it took forever to get the council’s approval now that Jayce was gone; she had Mel, but the power that she had dwindled with the new people appointed after the death of the previous councilmen. It was even harder to be acknowledged for her position as commander of the Enforcers because of her name, her mother being a council member should be easy–easy breezy, but alas, it was not.
“What..Vi, darling, what if someone sees?”
Vi nuzzled into her, wrapping her arms together around Caitlyn’s waist. “I don’t care, cupcake. It’s been a long couple of days without you, even for someone like me—a hardened criminal.”
“I missed you too.” Caitlyn rubbed Vi’s back, hating the grime of the prison shirt, and yeah, they needed to get home right now . “Now, for real, let's go before the next shipment of prisoners comes. Starting with getting you new clothes.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if I didn’t have clothes?”
Caitlyn could hear the smirk in Vi’s voice, and she rolled her eyes. “As appealing as that sounds, the first thing you’re doing is taking a shower.”
“I thought you loved me, cupcake.”
“It’s debatable.” Caitlyn giggled, despite the grim, she relaxed a little into the hug, whispering a little. “You know I love you.”
“I know, just like hear you say it.”
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There was something domestic about the way about cleaning your lover wounds, maybe that’s because Caitlyn is always taking care of Vi after a fight; it was second nature to her to sit on the couch, first aid kit on the coffee table and Vi sitting quietly in front of her as Caitlyn did what she seemed content on doing no matter how much lecturing she tend to get for not valuing her life enough to have a bit of self control when it comes to men; especially Piltover men. It was the fighter in her, the mentality that survival was the only way to live: and if that was Vi punching her way through, then so be it.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Kinda…”
Caitlyn sighed, putting away the first aid. She wasn’t mad, no, more relieved that at least she got Vi out of a cell… again. It was almost as if Vi got a kick out of Caitlyn using her authority to get her out of trouble—and continue illegally pit fighting in some shady corner of Zaun. Whenever there was a file dropped on her desk about it, she would slip it to the bottom of the pile of useless papers, pretending that it wasn’t a problem that multiple enforcers have filed for approval to investigate.
“I don’t know what to do with you.”
“Love me?”
“I already do that.” Caitlyn laughed, setting the first aid kit onto the coffee table. “Try and promise me that you won’t get into trouble by beating up men, even if they deserve it.”
“Fine…It’s just so–”
“I know, but I rather you not ruin your pretty face over something so trivial as a drunkard. If the enforcers on duty don't do anything, then just tell me, and I’ll handle it.”
“Ooooh.” Vi cooed. “Gonna go all alpha on them like you usually do?”
“I don’t…”
“You do!” Vi stood up, hands on her hips as she tried to do her best impression on what she thought Caitlyn did when commanding. She did have an aura when it came to giving out orders, but that’s the only way they’ll respect her as their commander. Caitlyn has been belittled one too many times, even with her subgender, simply because of her social standing. “All serious, alpha voice on, and that look you get.”
“What look?” Caitlyn was both confused and amused, watching fondly as Vi tried to imitate her. “And I don’t use an alpha voice, it’s just how I talk.”
“I don’t know how to explain it but if looks could kill, Cait, they’d be dead.”
“Right…they kind of have to take me seriously if I’m to be respected.”
Vi hummed. “I guess, but it’s funny to watch.”
“You’d be the only one to find it funny instead of intimidating.”
Caitlyn relaxed on the couch, no longer having to clean Vi’s wounds. She should enjoy the calm before the storm once it comes back that she released a prisoner for the second time in one month. Maybe there will be a cell for two soon, and there wasn’t any anxiety when it came to that. She can already see her mother barging into the room to scold her once again, and Caitlyn knew she did it out of love, but it’s been a long while since she had ever cared about what other people thought.
“What can I say? You’re a cupcake, soft and sweet.”
“Only for you.” Caitlyn patted the spot of the loveseat next to her, linking arms once Vi was next to her. She placed a quick kiss on Vi’s cheek before falling limp onto her shoulder. “Always for you.”