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It should be noted that nothing about Vi's relationship with Caitlyn was planned.
Driving down to the L pasture at six thirty and finding some poor sap on the wrong side of a pile of deer guts wasn't exactly a surprising occurrence. Deer are crepuscular and most active at sun rise and set, and it's the time of day when visibility is often at its worst. And it's the polite thing to do to pull over and make sure the driver of the car is okay, obviously. Maybe she hadn't expected that driver to be a pretty girl with a cute accent and flirted with her a little but there hadn't been anything more to it, honest.
She definitely hadn’t meant to end up kissing said girl silly hidden against the side of a horse trailer until the unwelcome sun had crept over the horizon, but some things couldn’t be helped.
Well. Six months and a secret long distance relationship later, she's standing in an airport buzzing out of her skin because finally, finally, finally. It's been two months since they’ve seen each other and that's too fucking long. Two months of a sleep schedule from hell because, "I just need a few more minutes on the phone with you." Two months of that very specific kind of touch starved that only one person can really fix no matter how hard you try. And two months of wringing their schedules around each other trying to find a moment that they’re both free to be together.
Vi is exhausted. She got up early to pack everything she needed for the trip into her dad’s truck that she’s borrowing because asking the Dakota to make that trip is like engine failure Russian roulette and attend her classes for the day. Once she gets out of her last class for the week around noon, she has to burn the rubber from her truck tires to get down to Denver and catch a flight to New York for the weekend like some kind of lunatic.
For once in her life, the rodeo off-season had been sort of welcome. Normally the off-season meant a whole lot of idle-hands anxiety no matter how busy she was, and desperately missing the adrenaline of being in the ring. But this year the three months between November and February where it’s too cold basically everywhere in the U.S. for what is primarily an outdoor sport have opened up quite a bit more time for her to spend those open weekends with her girlfriend. Circuit grinding while also a full time college student who pays their rent by ranch hand merc’ing and working for their dad is exhausting and it’s nice to be able to set some time aside to just be somewhere totally removed from all of that with someone she loves.
The airport is bustling with traffic despite the fact that it's 10:30 pm, but it's Friday night and New Yorkers don't sleep, anyways. There’s people milling about fucking everywhere and the space is big, open and poorly designed in that way that all airports seem to find a way to be. It takes Vi a couple of minutes to navigate through the overpriced food stalls and clawing obnoxious bookstores and her way to the baggage claim where she's meeting Caitlyn, despite the absolute urgency she feels to get there as fast as possible. She two-at-a-times the escalator steps that lead to the claim, despite being aware that's a good way to break every bone in your body.
And there she is. Sitting curled in one of the chairs that surround the conveyor belt, head down and eyes glued to her phone, long hair falling down to frame her face, probably waiting on an update about the traffic in the airport. Vi thinks she might be the most perfect thing ever. Caitlyn glances up just in time for Vi catch a glimpse of electric blue eyes before crashing into her. It is less of a hug and more of a mutual desperate vice grip that softens as they hold on to each other.
"Hey there, cowboy," Caitlyn murmurs into Vi's shoulder.
"Hey, Princess. Did you miss me?" There's some attempt at joviality in the words, but it comes out with a broken voice. There very much aren’t tears wetting her cheeks.
"More than you will ever know."
"Right back at you."
They eventually find it within themselves to separate and exit the airport while holding each other's hands like lifelines and catch a ride to Caitlyn's apartment. Vi has trouble focusing, far too busy marveling at the feeling of Caitlyn’s hand in hers, soft skin and manicured nails. The process of getting into the car is a little warped because Vi opens the door for Caitlyn and then shoves her further into the vehicle instead of having to part from her for the barest moment to get in on the other side.
Vi doesn't like this city. There is an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia that haunts her every step when she's here, and it gets worse as she looks out the cab window and sees the endless sights of industry and development. A lot of people find it beautiful, but taking someone who has spent their whole life being able to see over the natural horizon and shoving them into Queens is like stuffing a cat into a box full of water. They haven't dared broach that yet, the impending doom of how different their everyday lifestyles are. Because sure, it's fun for Caitlyn to spend a week in Wyoming pretending to be a cowboy and taking pictures of water features, but Vi doubts that she's be willing to spend her whole life in the mud. And you can't exactly keep horses in a 8th floor apartment.
They exit the cab and make their way to the building elevator, still unable to separate their hands. Caitlyn’s apartment is one of those new age space saver numbers that is really too small for any more than one person to ever exist in it, but is incredibly well organized and decorated despite this. The last time they had spent the weekend here, Vi had asked about it, very aware that Caitlyn’s family had never once struggled with money and could have afforded something much larger, had she wanted it. Caitlyn had explained that after a childhood spent in what bordered on a mansion, when she’d moved out, she had wanted a smaller personal space simply because it felt easier to fit into. There’s a lot of love and detail in the decoration, from the abstract paintings in warm colors hung on the walls and rugs tastefully covering the floor and a pink and orange plaid pattern fleece blanket hung over the back of the sectional. The whole affair is intensely homey in a very Caitlyn way.
Vi trods through the kitchen and into the bedroom, dropping her backpack on the side of the bed that was the one she used but calling it “hers” felt entirely too possessive for the three nights she’d previously spent sleeping there. She turns and flops dramatically on the bed, rumpling the carefully tucked duvet, and raising her arms above her head and turning to look at Caitlyn, who had propped a hip against the doorframe and was gazing at Vi.
“Watcha’ looking at, Cupcake?”
A soft smile lights her face. “You. Just looking at you. I missed you so much.”
“You can do more than look. C’mere, I missed you too.” Vi spreads her arms and beckons Caitlyn into them, who readily accepts, diving against the bed and nuzzling her head between Vi’s collarbone and jaw. “Everytime I leave I’m certain I’ve got the way you hair smells memorized, and then I come back and it’s like the first time I got to have my nose in it again.”
“I should change my shampoo and really throw you for a loop,” Caitlyn says, and there’s a grin in her voice that Vi can’t see.
“Nuh-uh. I like this one. Smells like you and cheries. That would be mean,” Vi takes a deep inhale for affect, relishing the silky texture of the hair against her face.
Caitlyn giggles, tilting her head to give Vi better access to bury her nose in her hair. “I’m so glad the way my hair smells pleases his highness. Does he require anything else for me to better serve him?”
“Mmm, just you, the way you are. I missed you too, Cait.” Vi moves her hands down to find the divots in Caitlyn’s back just above her waist and rub them in small circular motions, her fingers drifting and soaking up the skin contact. She sighs lightly, and they just sit like that for a time, soaking in each other, breaths falling into a matching pattern. They’re trying to memorize scents and touches and sights of the other because they only have three days before they’re ripped apart again and there’s a clawing desperation that comes with that to be as present as humanly possible because it’s a waste if you’re not.
“Hey Vi?”
“Yeah?” The response is rendered slightly raspy by disuse.
“How tired are you? I know you’ve had a long day and had to do a lot, but-”
Vi grins and re-adjusts so that her girlfriend can see it before interrupting, “Why? You have ideas for how we should be spending out time? Got something you’d like to be doing?”
Caitlyn thumps her hand against Vi’s shoulder, “Why do you always have to tease me? Can’t we ever just have an honest conversation?”
“Nah. You’re real cute when you’re frustrated. You stick out your bottom lip and pout at me. Y’know, my dad used to say that you’re tempting a bird to fly by and shit on your lip when you do that.”
“We’re inside, and you’re gross.”
“I can be a lot grosser in a way you’re going to like a lot more.” Vi shifts up so that she’s pushing Caitlyn back with her hips, “My harness is in the bag, wanna grab it for me?”
Caitlyn huffs, but there’s a blush creeping up her cheeks as she scrambles off of Vi’s lap to lean off of the edge of the bed and unzip the backpack that’s lying on the floor. Vi totally doesn't oggle her ass as she bends down. There’s a black Cruel Girl button down lovingly packed into the top of the pack that Caitlyn gently places on the floor. Those type of shirts aren’t really meant to be folded, but paying the thirty dollars for a checked bag for a three day trip where the most extensive thing she plans to do is have dinner with Caitlyn’s parents is a little bit ridiculous. The rest of the contents of the bag are an assortment of blue jeans, T-shirts and basketball shorts, with very little variation.
“Did you really need to put it at the very bottom of the bag?”
“I’m not really into being in that personal of a relationship with the TSA agents, thanks.”
“Don’t leave pocket knives in your bag and they won’t search it.”
“That happened fucking once. I forgot, okay?”
Caitlyn chuckles before she finally finds the black briefs harness she was hunting for and flings it at her girlfriend, intending it as a projectile, but a calloused hand comes up and catches it, accompanied by a wolfish grin.
“C’mere, baby,”
Despite being a good six months into their relationship, they’re still somewhat fresh at this. It’s hard to start, when most of your relationship is phone or video calls, texts and pictures. There’s no physical aspect to it, no way to get comfortable with how the other moves or feels. Learning how to bridge that gap between who they are when they’re apart and connected by sound waves and who they are when finally able to close that gap between them is a difficult art, and one that they are still learning.
Caitlyn crawls into Vi’s lap where she was beckoned, and Vi gets a little bit lost in it again, the weight of this perfect girl pressing down on her, straddling her lap. It’s a little unreal. She captures Caitlyn’s jaw with a hand, and tilts her head to pull them into a kiss. They’ve kissed already today, a small multitude of times, but this one is different. Charged with the sparking overtones of “I want you” and “this is going somewhere if I have anything to say about it,” the thoughts facilitating their own realization.
Hands drift into Vi’s hair, pulling slightly and turning into tightly gripped fists. Her hair is a mess right now, the magenta dye having faded into disrepair, exposing streaks of bleach blonde and the damaged auburn roots that have grown up underneath. Caitlyn loves her hair, loves curling her hands into the long side and scratching her nails across the short buzz of the undercut.
“This is looking a little haggard,” Caitlyn says, giving life to Vi’s own train of thoughts. “Have you ever thought about growing the roots back out? This is the most I’ve ever seen of the natural color, it’s really pretty,”
“I need to get it done again soon, before the holidays and all that,” Vi responds. “And I mean, I’ve thought about it? But I’ve been doing it with Powder since before we were with our dad so it’s sort of, like, a part of me at this point? I can’t really imagine waking up, looking in the mirror and having brown hair, it would be weird, I guess.” The answer is earnest, and she’s only a little distracted by where Caitlyn’s other hand has drifted.
Caitlyn nods and scratches her fingers through the short side that is more of a half inch cut right now than a buzz and murmurs, “I certainly don’t have anything against the pink, I think it suits you. How would errant cityslickers ever peg you as a lesbian if not for the dye job?”
Vi laughs, real and full of joy, and pulls her hands up to hold her girlfriend closer and nuzzle into her, “Hey Cait, I love you, y’know?”
“I know, Violet. I love you too. I missed you terribly.” The response is said in almost a sigh.
“Missed you too, baby. Missed your pussy especially, so you should stop distracting me and let me get reacquainted with it.” This statement is punctuated with a hand that has wandered to cup between Caitlyn’s legs.
“You may be the least romantic person I have ever met,” Caitlyn groans.
“I think you’re lying. Shouldn’t lie to me, Cupcake, I might punish you.”
Caitlyn lets out a light little unamused laugh, “You might try.”
“What’s the matter? You weren’t scared of a little manhandling the last time we fucked, in fact, I remember you being quite in favor of it. Maybe you should get on your knees for me and suck my dick about it, think that would remind you how much you like it?”
“Vi,” Caitlyn’s tone is still scolding, but it’s a little more short and breathless.
“Yes, my darling fuckslut?”
“You’re such a motormouth.”
“You love it.”
“Semantics,” Caitlyn punctuates the statement my pushing her down locking their mouths together once again. Vi’s hands move, searching for a better grip before pausing to grab at Caitlyn’s hips roughly and grind them against her own, continue their journey down to her ass and settle there. Caitlyn leans into the touch, obviously savoring the warmth and pressure of her girlfriend’s attention.
Vi slides her tongue out of her mouth and against Caitlyn’s bottom lip, who gasps into her mouth by way of granting access and the kiss deepens, becoming a messy thing composed of tongues, teeth and breathless gasps. Their hands wander across each other, probing and exploring. Vi wiggles a hand underneath the hem of Caitlyn’s shirt, growling when her attempt to palm at her girlfriend’s breast is blocked by the presence of a bra.
“Off,” comes the quiet demand, which Caitlyn eagerly acquiesced to, reaching behind herself to unclasp the hooks, eager for the deepened touch.
“I’d like to amend my previous statement,” Vi husks, both hands now having found their places on their prizes, “I missed your tits an immense amount too, they’re a close second.” One hand momentarily moves to pull the shirt the rest of the way off, before scooping it under Caitlyn’s knees and flipping her to lie prone on her back as Vi licks a stripe over an erect nipple and begins working at stripping Caitlyn’s jeans off.
“Ah- mm, Vi,” Caitlyn gasps and squirms under the touch, her back unconsciously arching to give Vi’s mouth a better grip as she transitions from licking to sucking and rolling her teeth over sensitive skin. The nipple in her mouth quickly becomes hard and tight at the attention.
“Tell me about it, baby,” Vi says, releasing the nipple with a soft pop before immediately returning to it after she’s spoken. It’s a command that comes from nights of mutual masturbation over the phone, a request for verbalization of desire.
Caitlyn takes a short moment to respond, apparently having to focus to make her thoughts come out as anything more than vocalizations, “I missed having your mouth on me so much, you make me feel so good. I wish you’d bite me, mark me up. I want you to make me yours, fuck me up. Please, pl- ah yeah, just like that more, more, god Vi-”
Vi had done as Caitlyn had asked, moving her mouth up to the swell of her breast, sucking and biting an angry bruise into the flesh there. “So perfect,” She murmurs against the skin, soothing it by lapping at it with her tongue now, “All mine.”
“Yours,” Caitlyn agees, tilting her head to look at her lover, “Mh, I’m pretty worked up. Can I warm you up so you can fuck me?”
“Fuck yeah, let me get out of my clothes," Vi tosses her shirt and sports bra up over her head, and she can feel Caitlyn's eyes burning over the lattice of scars and muscles that is her body. The bed shifts as Caitlyn moves forward and slips a hand into her jeans, thumb hovering over the button for a moment before popping it open and moving her hand to palm Vi through her boxers.
“So eager to get in my pants,” Vi purrs as she shifts to get said pants the rest of the way off of her without losing the pressure of Caitlyn’s hand. “So good for me.”
“I want to be good for you, want to make you feel good. Please, Vi? I want your cunt in my mouth, god I want it, please?”
The desperation in her voice makes Vi’s head buzz with desire and it’s all she can do to be reassuring. “Easy, baby. I promise I’ll let you have it, just give me a second,”
Vi pushes Caitlyn’s hand away and then the boxers shortly after, running her fingers through a patch of auburn hair that had been trimmed yesterday in preparation for this trip and down to dip against her labia and test the waters. Her eyes flutter slightly at the feeling before glancing back up to her girlfriend who has fixed her with such a pleading, desperate look that she almost gives into it. Instead, she moves her fingers back up slightly and teases her clit, letting out a shameless little growl.
“This is mean,” Caitlyn says, not moving from her transfixed position, “I only ever get to look when you’re back home. I want to touch you, tase you, please? I promise I’ll make it good.”
“That isn’t the issue, Cupcake. Not everyone can soak their cute little panties at the drop of a hat like you, no matter how much I enjoy it,” She pauses her motions to raise her hand and press it demandingly against her lover’s bottom lip, who eagerly takes it into her mouth and begins licking and sucking thoroughly. “What do you think? Wet enough to take your pretty face for a ride, at least, right?”
All Caitlyn manages is a needy moan, and Vi pushes her down against the duvet before carefully crawling over her to straddle her neck. “Fuck, fuck you’re so perfect, Cait. So good for me. Gonna be my good girl and eat me out, huh?”
“Yes, please, right now. I need it,” It comes out as breathless whimper, but it accomplishes its goal as Vi shifts her hips and pushes her cunt into Caitlyn’s face. The contact makes an obscenely sloppy sound, and Vi grinds into it, momentarily lost in pleasure.
Vi desperately fists her hands into the bedclothes to avoid tearing the fuck out of Caitlyn’s hair, and has to make a very conscious effort to keep herself propped up slightly so her seat can breathe, despite her clenching thighs. “God, fuck yes, Cait, fuck. My good little fucktoy, so good for me. I love having your mouth on me so much, good girl.”
Caitlyn’s tongue laps diligently, once in every few licks darting down to plunge in deeper, ever the faithful servant. Vi rewards her by continuing her broken string of curses, degrading nicknames and praise. Now that she’s gotten a little better hold on her desire, she strokes a had soothingly through midnight hair, grounding both of them with the touch, completely lost in Caitlyn’s tender devotion to her pleasure.
Now that she’s so thoroughly soaked, the excuse of foreplay for the benefit of the strap has gotten flimsy, but Vi’s not exactly the kind of person who isn’t willing to chase her own pleasure, even if it isn’t the true end goal. She lets out a drawn out “Fuck, baby,” before finally realsing her hold and reluctantly drawing off of Caitlyn’s face to roll onto her side. Caitlyn gasps when released, taking a few steadying breaths before turning and pushing herself into Vi’s arms, who in turn runs the flat of her tongue over Caitlyn’s face, from the point of her chin and up over her top lip.
“Damn, I taste so good on your face.”
Caitlyn giggles, curling into the embrace, “I happen to agree. Now you fuck me, right?”
“You’re so needy. Don’t you wanna catch your breath from that?” Vi runs a hand up and over Caitlyn’s collar bones and cheek, eyeing her gently.
“I’m fine, besides, I can breathe while I watch you strap in. It’s been two months and I’m impatient. I need you in me.”
“You all ready for me?” Vi snarls, suddenly snapped back into her top persona buy Caitlyn’s demanding desperation.
“Aren’t I always?”
“Mhm, touche, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like checking,” To punctuate this point she slips a hand down between her girlfriend’s legs and finds her thighs slick despite the lace ‘fuck me’ panties that Vi completley forgot to take off still clinging to her hips. “These are cute, Cupcake, you wear them just for me or something?”
“I am so tired of you, cocky son of a bitch. Fuck me until I can’t walk or get off,”
“I didn’t know Cupcakes came in spicy.” She did, in fact know this. Vi pushes her index and middle finger under the lower band of the underwear and pulls them off, raising them so that the soak stains in the fabric are clearly visible. “But I’ve got a little bit of a hunch that you like it when I’m cocky and mean.”
Caitlyn groans and flops dramatically against the mattress, not making an effort to defend herself against the damning evidence.
Vi flings the panties to the side and shuffles across the bed to prop open and dig through one of the drawers of the nightstand. She's looking for one particular item, her personally most prized thing that lives in this drawer. It's a simple dildo, nondescript and only slightly stylized, and does her the further favor of playing into stereotype even more by being 'color of all sex toys' purple. This one is special and different though, because instead of forming into a flat plane or suction cup at the base, it tapers slightly before forming into a bulb the shape of a kidney. This one is special because while it doesn't quite succeed at scratching that annoyingly ever-present desire to have a dick in the back of her mind, it does make a valiant effort. And it just feels good to be able to fuck her girlfriend in a way that doesn't deny her any sensation. It does lose points for being fucking annoying to get into the harness, though.
The process involves shimmying the briefs to about midway up her thighs before pushing the 'receiver's' side of the strap through the o ring and adjusting the 'giver's' side so it fits snugly before pulling the harness up more (but still not all the way to her hips) until she can comfortably push the girthy bulb through the wetness at her center and push it inside. She keens at the pressure and size of it because it always stings and feels for the barest moment like too much before her body adjusts and allows her to gently test thrust it a few times and pull the hem of the harness to its resting place over her hips.
Caitlyn, for her part, always watches this exaggerated process with rapt attention, eyes locked on the bobbing motions of the silicone cock that's suddenly a breathing part of her girlfriend, fingers probing at herself in languid, preparatory strokes.
Vi pushes herself over to grip Cailyn’s shoulders and push her down against the bed and then grasp her wandering hands in a iron grip. She pushes them over Caitlyn’s head and into a position that Vi can continue holding her in with one hand before running a hand teasingly back over Caitlyn’s collarbones, pressing into the shiny new bruise left on the swell of a breast, to ghost lightly over a nipple, and then drag nails lightly down over ribs, stomach and hips before they reach their goal.
“You’re so fucking soaked for me, Cait, goddamn.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t realized that you have that affect on me by this point in our relationship.” Caitlyn’s protests sound anything but genuine and do nothing to dissuade Vi from her advances.
“You’ve got such a mouth on you-” A single exploratory finger slips between Caitlyn’s folds and she whines, fixing Vi with a pleading look, “-for someone so eager to take my cock,”
“Vi, baby, please I can’t take the teasing anymore, I need you to fuck me. Please, please, please I-”
“Hush,” A second finger is added to the first and pumps gently, testing and stretching. “You’re going to get what you want, just give me a minute.” Vi leans down and starts nipping at Caitlyn’s jaw, sucking another bruise into the velvet soft skin behind the hinge and between the ear. It’s a mark that’s put there to not be able to be hidden, there’s not a piece of clothing on earth that can be placed in that spot. It’s a claim.
“Mine. All mine,” Vi murmurs against the agitated skin, nuzzling it for emphasis. Caitlyn whines in agreement, clearly distracted somewhat by the fingers that Vi is still diligently but slowly fucking her with. “You wanna make me feel good, baby? Wanna take my cock ‘til you can’t anymore?”
There is a moment where Caitlyn hesitates answering the question, and Vi can tell that she has to bite back a remark about that being what she was begging for a minute ago, but what she gets is a grateful, “Yes, please, I want you to use me, fuck me.”
Vi shifts her hips and flexes her core so that she’s kneeling on the mattress and holding Caitlyn’s legs over her hips, muttering a small, appreciative “Fuck,” and pushing strap against the sopping outer folds of Caitlyn’s cunt, coating it in slick. “So good for me, gets so fucking wet for me. You make it so easy.”
Caitlyn whines and lifts her hips suggestively, and for once Vi bows to her lover’s wishes, lining the tip of the strap up and carefully sliding it in. The immediate pressure on her clit that is transferred from Caitlyn’s core straining to take the cock washes over Vi and she gasps, biting her lip for a moment and grasping at the flesh of her girlfriends hip to steady herself. “Fuck, fuck, good girl, take it just like that for me. Tell me when you’re ready for more, huh?”
The response is instant. “More, more, take me like I’m your little fucksleeve Vi, I can take it, make me take it please-” The plea is followed by jerking hips, an attempt to fuck herself on the length despite the physically compromised position Vi’s holding her in. “Sometimes I want you to make it hurt a little, fuck me like I’m going to be hollowed out when you’re not in me anymore-”
“Hnnngg,” Vi groans before obeying, centering herself and starting to thrust in earnest. “Holy shit, Cait,”
Vi fucks into Caitlyn with long, punishing strokes, getting off on the sight laid before her and the acute pressure on every sexually sensitive point in her body, the thrusts of the strap reverberating through the silicone into her own cunt and against her clit.
“God, fuck, so tight and wet for me to fuck, such a good girl for me,” The thrusts speed up and become more erratic, no longer conserving anything, the overwhelming desire bleeding into lack of self control.
“Yes, yes Vi just like that, perfect, fuck me, fuck me-” Caitlyn’s chat turns into a breathy wail at a particularly ruthless thrust and she don’t attempt to speak anymore, letting her appreciation come out as more carnal sounds instead.
Vi pants with effort, her core working desperately to maintain the position they’re in and keep up with the pace they’ve set but there’s pleasure fizzing through her spine and fingertips, the best form of overstimulation known to man. Despite her efforts she’s slipped a little and moves her kees forward and back under Caitlyn’s ass and it unexpectedly puts a whole lot of pressure on her clit and she lets out a very “not a hard top” whimper of pleasure.
“Ah, mmm, are you close?” Caitlyn grits out, the words coming out in a fucked out slur.
“Yeah, so close baby. Fuck, so close. Just a little bit more for me, huh?” Vi’s drooling a little from the exertion and every single nerve in her body is on fire, overstimulated bliss fogging over her brain.
“Take as much as you need, use me all you want, fuck you make me feel good Violet, please cum for me.”
Vi lets out an a high pitched groan and gives a bestial shove of her hips at a perfect angle before everything goes white and she is momentarily removed from her mind.
It’s only once she becomes self aware again and can vaguely feel her limbs that she hears, “Ouch, Vi, lover, that’s a little much, can you–” Vi instantly inhales a shuddering breath and releases her death grip on Caitlyn’s hips and pulling the strap out about half way, glancing up to check on the woman beneath her. She finds a blissful fucked out expession on her face, eyes searching questioningly for Vi’s own.
“Thought I could have whatever I wanted?” Vi teases, meeting her eyes before carefully maneuvering herself to press a tender kiss against Caitlyn’s forehead.
“Mh, unfortunately you are not allowed to puncture my spleen, no matter how attractive the process would be.”
“Hah. Are you good?” Vi asks, tenderly stroking Caitlyn’s hair and the sides of her face, an apology for the earlier treatment that she’s not actually sorry for. The question is earnest though, and a very important part of sex for them.
“Yes,” Caitlyn murmurs, letting out a shaky breath. “For now at least, that was perfect. I’ll put you to work again later, though.”
“Pillow princess,” Vi says accusingly, slowly pulling the rest of the strap out, “But I like it when you’re insatiable, Cupcake, it’s hot.”
“That’s good, I don’t plan on losing that particular trait anytime soon.”
“Awesome,” Vi murmurs, pulling the strap out of herself and shuffling out of the harness before laying down and curling into her girlfriend’s waiting embrace, “I don’t think I’m going to get tired of indulging you any time soon either. ‘M real tired though, gonna go to sleep for a little while, ‘k? Love you.”
“I love you too Vi, go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And Vi grins like an idiot into Caitlyn’s shoulder because for once she gets to fall asleep in this beautiful girl’s arms, and she can’t think of anything better.