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Vi was found next to a dumpster at 4:51am.
Shimmer was still wracking her body. Her veins wouldn't stop pulsing that eerie, pink-purple hue, a heartbeat that pumped sickness mixed with her blood. She wouldn't stop clenching her left fist - grew angrier whenever someone tried to loosen her grip.
Inside it was Caitlyn’s business card, and so Caitlyn came.
Vi didn't want to be away from her. The sickness in her blood drove her to touch - constant fingertips skating on Caitlyn's skin as doctors told her that Vi was close to an overdose, that Vi needed to be watched, that heat and steam would help quell the sickness in her blood, bring back the Vi that Caitlyn had given the business card to, the Vi that Caitlyn had fallen for.
Caitlyn took her home. There weren't any other options. Not when Vi’s eyes started pulsing with her veins.
Heat and steam. Vi didn't protest when Caitlyn undressed her - didn't object when Caitlyn turned on the shower. She just kept squeezing parts of Caitlyn’s body with pit fight damaged limbs, with poorly healed fingers and fingernails that had been chipped bloody.
When Caitlyn was about to place Vi into the tub, Vi’s entire body clenched, clinging to her with all four limbs, her nose pressing tight to Caitlyn's throat. It was then, with the sickness in Vi’s blood raging and bathing her bathroom in pink-purple light, that Caitlyn truly felt relief, and fear, and a devastating love that filled her lungs and brain and heart and left no room for anything but what she said next.
“I've got you, love,” she said because it was true, and honest.
“You’re okay,” she said because she had hope, and Vi would be.
Showering together was… awkward. There were, again, no other options - Vi wasn’t releasing Caitlyn anytime soon with her panicked grip and seeking fingers, and seeing Vi so frantic in this context made Caitlyn acquiesce in a way she was surprised about. She stripped to her bra and panties, the Enforcer’s uniform folded neatly and laid on the toilet seat as they stepped into the heat and the steam.
Vi’s reaction to it was to close her eyes and hiss as Caitlyn’s gentle touch guided the water over Vi’s muscles, fingers following scar tissue, skating along tendons. Filth sluiced off of her in dark rivers, turning to gray to orange to clear as the city disappeared beneath Caitlyn’s ministrations.
In its place was Vi’s skin - pulsing purple-pink, heat flashing beneath the surface as her thumbs trailed circles over Caitlyn’s panty clad hips, fingernails trailing across the lace as she held still and let Caitlyn wash her. The world narrowed to the points where they were attached and the steam around them - skin on skin, skin on rapidly soaking lace.
Vi’s fingers slid beneath the lacy waistband exactly once, and when they did her purple eyes zipped to Caitlyn’s, as if seeking permission - seeking chastisement. Despite the moisture around them, Caitlyn’s mouth went dry as Vi’s thumb deliberately swiped across her jutting bone, a measured and dragged out touch that had Caitlyn’s hips urging to rock forwards.
Caitlyn didn’t look away, just settled her hands on Vi’s shoulders as Vi slid her thumb lower, her index finger slipping beneath the waistband too, around the swell of Caitlyn’s ass. Her hands were big, hot - bruised black nails and chunked skin that had healed hard on the city streets. They were different, yet the same - same as they had been.
Vi’s hand slid lower, cupping Caitlyn’s entire ass cheek, and Caitlyn finally swallowed, rocked a little closer so that her lips were near Vi’s ear.
“Let me finish washing you,” she said, and the pink-purple glow against her stark white tile faded as Vi closed her eyes.
The hands retreated, and Caitlyn continued her careful ministrations, heart hammering in her ears.
The heat, the steam - they did their job. Vi was less animalistic, more clear headed when she sat on a towel on Caitlyn’s couch, letting the taller woman towel her off. She was still nude - having refused any offer to get dressed that Caitlyn set in front of her. Caitlyn was in sweats and a t-shirt that was far too large for her, sleeves hanging to her elbows, grazing her skin as she wrapped Vi in a towel, dried her limbs one at a time.
She admired the heft of Vi’s arms, the musculature of her legs as she worked her over slowly, until every inch of moisture was wiped clean from her skin. Vi responded by lifting the appropriate limb at the appropriate time, submitting to Caitlyn’s slow, considered worship with only a hard glance, a contemplation that etched a groove into her eyebrow - so deep set it seemed carved from marble.
Vi still had yet to speak since she was found next to that dumpster. The light of dawn had yet to creep over the Piltover skyline, and Caitlyn had already called in some personal time - the city, for all its urgent need, would wait until this - they - were finished.
The tension was felt every time Caitlyn inhaled. The air was thick between Vi’s stare and Caitlyn’s avoidance of it. She wiped spots that were already dry in an attempt to keep herself grounded.
Until Vi reached forwards - pink-purple veins no longer throbbing, but steadily glowing - and encircled Caitlyn’s wrist with her hand.
Until Vi stood - gloriously naked - and slowly pulled Caitlyn towards her, forcing her to step forwards, chest to chest.
Caitlyn couldn’t avoid the stare, then - locked onto it. She kept locked onto it as Vi’s free hand slowly rose - bruised black fingers creeping into her peripheral vision as they skated along her jawline, touching her like she was sure she’d disappear.
“Vi,” Caitlyn started, and knew it was a mistake as soon as Vi’s eyes snapped from the trailing fingers to hers. Vi inhaled, a shaking, shuddery sound - a sound that she’d never made before, not with Caitlyn.
“You’re real,” Vi said, and Caitlyn nodded.
Then, Vi’s hand moved.
“You left me,” growled Vi, voice twisted by the shimmer. Her fist was in Caitlyn’s hair, cocking her head back and to the right so that scarred lips brushed against the shell of her ear. Caitlyn’s hand shot out to grip Vi’s wrist, exerting no pressure - allowing it to control her.
“I'm sorry,” Caitlyn said, and she was . She'd been sorry for a year, sorry for more than she could say as Vi’s lips curved into a smile and her fist sent little tugging shockwaves across Caitlyn’s scalp, a delightful throb that made her toes curl.
Vi’s purple pink eyes seemed to flash. “Sorry doesn't cut it. Shit I been through - sorry doesn't-”
“Then punish me,” Caitlyn hissed, tugging at Vi’s wrist so that her hair was being pulled harder, her free hand skating down Vi’s other arm, feeling hard muscle, raised ink. “Punish me.”
Vi jerked her by the hair, her other hand grabbing Caitlyn’s chin, forcing the taller woman to bend to the side, off balance, forced to lean on her.
“I will,” Vi snarled.
Caitlyn’s ass still painted red for Vi’s hands, they discovered. Nails that dug deep into pale flesh, skated downwards in shivery little drags of skin - dark red stripes that would mark Caitlyn for hours to come. Sharp, quick little blows that left handprints that would be there in the morning. Crescent moons from those bruised fingernails that gripped and held and shook and spread - pain administered in that knife-edge space where pain became pleasure, where the sharp little stabs made Caitlyn’s nipples pebble into aching peaks begging for a mouth, her fingers - anything.
Caitlyn’s wrists were held above her head, her ass held in the air as Vi leaned over her, whispered a diatribe of filthy promises that had Caitlyn bucking up into the pain Vi was dishing out. Each scratch on her ass was a you feel so fucking good and made Caitlyn want to feel more. Each spank administered was a I want you to break around my tongue and had Caitlyn’s hips rocking against air, her weeping pussy desperate for just that. Each grip was a muffled, groaned out god and Caitlyn - Caitlyn would give everything. Anything. She’d give it to Vi because in the moment Vi was everything she wanted, everything she worshipped.
She hadn’t been here, and now she was, and Caitlyn would take any part of her she could get.
Vi’s hands left Caitlyn’s wrists above her head with a firm, insistent push into the mattress that needed no translation. Caitlyn wouldn’t move them - expected, prepared, to be tested on that front. Still, Vi’s tongue slipping into the tight ring of muscle of Caitlyn’s ass made her hips jerk in shock, arousal. She gripped the sheets tighter, thrust back into the seeking, probing wet muscle - desperate for something, for anything. Vi’s grip on her ass cheeks was unrelenting as she fucked into Caitlyn’s ass with her tongue, a rhythm that had Caityln letting out keening little mewls and wet gasps against tangled sheets.
The tongue retreated with another sharp smack, and Caitlyn pressed her face into the mattress again - her fingernails gripping into the sheets as she dripped - mouth and cunt - into the mattress.
Vi knew it. She dragged a finger through Caitlyn’s folds, and the promise of her thick fingers made Caitlyn tremble, squeeze around nothing.
“You’re so needy,” Vi rumbled, growl deep in her throat from the shimmer. Caitlyn nodded against the mattress.
“You’d beg, I think,” Vi mused, “if I asked you to beg.”
Caitlyn nodded again as Vi spread her open - thumbs on either side of her lips, exposing her to the room’s warm air. Her fingers clenched again as Vi’s body bent - imagining Vi staring at her, staring into her.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Vi said, and a thumb pressed into Caitlyn’s wet and waiting hole - the pleasant stretch making Caitlyn keen into the sheets, her hands burning to spring apart, yearning to stay locked together by invisible, unspoken command.
The thumb pressed deeper, Vi’s other four fingers spread in a V around Caitlyn’s clit - not giving her the relief of pressure as the single, thick digit worked inside her. Once it was fully seated within her, Vi began a slow, careful grinding - working her open, a delectable stretch that had Vi’s palm curving to cup Caitlyn’s weeping sex.
Caitlyn whimpered, her hips rocking with Vi’s movements, hoping - praying - for those thick fingers to close and give her the attention that her clit was begging for. Her teeth closed against one of her forearms, deep grooves in her skin - anything to relieve the ache.
Vi didn’t want to hear her beg, and yet her clit slipped closer and closer to the apex of Vi’s spread fingers, the slide slick and slippery with Caitlyn’s want - built up need over years, and years. Her body remembered - remembered Vi’s mastery of her, the way Vi filled her and left no room for others in her wake. Nights squirming on this very bed - nights that left Caitlyn unsatiated but for her memories - came flashing through her fevered, arousal soaked mind. She felt spittle spatter on her forearm, honest-to-god drool as Vi not-quite-fucked her and teased her and made her want to fucking scream.
“Is my harness still where I left it?” Vi growled, and Caitlyn clenched - hard. She nodded with her teeth still sank into her arm.
“Is it still sized for me?” Vi asked, and Caitlyn nodded again. This seemed to please Vi - her wicked middle finger stroking the skin just shy of Caitlyn’s clit, a slow reward that made her clench around Vi’s thumb.
“I want to breed you,” Vi grunted out, and Caitlyn squirmed, her nails biting into the sheets beneath her.
“F-fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn whispered, relinquishing her forearm to bury her forehead against her drool-soaked skin, “ please .”
Vi withdrew from her - slowly, carefully - but leapt into action. She snagged the tupperware briefcase from beneath the bed, popped it open, and strapped in. Caitlyn risked a peek at her face from the cradle of her arms and hair - saw the purple-pink fading from Vi’s eyes, her veins returning to normal. The shimmer had worked its way through her system, leaving only Vi - Vi in all her glory, in all her hurt anger - where the shimmer had left.
Caitlyn re-buried her face when Vi stood, Caitlyn’s favourite cock bouncing from beneath Vi’s toned, muscled legs. There were new tattoos there - fresh ink that begged for Caitlyn’s fingers.
The dildo announced its presence with a light slap against Caitlyn’s clit, and she was so overheated, so needy, even the slightly cold silicone was enough to have Caitlyn’s hips rocking to seek more contact, a breathless gasp erupting from her lips. The cock ran up through Caitlyn’s folds, dragging back and forth as her cunt wept over it, slickened it with her want, warmed it with her need. Her fingers flexed, unclenched, her entire being focused between her legs and that slow, tortuous seeking - the quiet conquering of her pussy by the person who had always owned a part of it - a part of her.
“When this is over,” Caitlyn’s mouth said without her consent, “don’t leave.”
Vi’s movements froze for a moment, and then continued their slow seeking pace, their quiet assurance that Caitlyn was ready.
“Please,” Caitlyn said, softly, “please don’t leave.”
Vi exhaled lightly, shifted so that the blunt tip of the cock was poised and ready - slick, so slick, so wet - to sink deep, to reclaim her.
“I won’t,” she said, and pushed .
It was a soothing balm to Caitlyn’s senses, a rush of heat and underused muscles stretching around a shape that was so familiar. Her fingers gripped her sheets with twin fists, bunching the fabric as she arched her back, presenting her ass for Vi’s hands to take greedy handfuls. Vi pushed, rocked backwards, pushed again - inch by glorious inch sinking deeper and deeper with each steady retreat, each smooth advance. Caitlyn’s voice was a whimpering breath, little more than laboured air fighting out through overworked lungs.
When Caitlyn felt Vi’s hips against her thighs, it felt like a homecoming. It felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Especially when Vi leaned over her, bare breasts brushing against Caitlyn’s back, one greedy hand leaving her ass to sink into her hair, tug her head back so that Vi could work her other hand around Caitlyn’s throat. She held her there, fistfuls of hair and neck, and quietly lorded over her.
Caitlyn whimpered again, rocked further back onto Vi’s cock, looked up to meet the hints of steely blue eyes - upside down, framed by pink hair tinged black, intense, worshipful.
“Green,” Caitlyn croaked, and Vi nodded, and began to fuck her - slow, steady strokes. Their eyes remained locked there, with Caitlyn’s head tilted all the way back and Vi curled over her, so deep inside her that the fucking was little more than a slow, purposeful grinding. Vi hit deep, rocking her hips to get every little secret spot inside Caitlyn, setting her on fire from the inside out.
And still - their eyes remained tethered. Locked in the dark of Caitlyn’s bedroom, with daylight desperately trying to pierce the veil, failing to find purchase in their quiet little bubble. Vi let out little gasping pants; Caitlyn’s voice rose and fell as Vi’s cock explored her - and they watched each other, didn’t dare look away.
And then, Vi let her hair go to turn her face to the side and kiss her.
It was sloppy - the awkward angle meant that it was lips skating against each other, cheeks pressed close as they fought for purchase. Vi’s nose bent Caitlyn’s at an odd angle, Vi’s thumb and forefinger cupping Caitlyn’s jaw as Caitlyn sought Vi’s tongue with her own, sucking it into her mouth as Vi’s grinding sped, the dildo’s exploration becoming a thorough command. It hit those sweet spots inside her with a ruthless efficiency that had Caitlyn panting into Vi’s mouth, her gasps and groans swallowed with pleased hums and whispered nothings - words that weren’t articulated so much as felt .
When Caitlyn approached the cliff, she couldn’t help it - even if Vi hadn’t said she wanted to hear it, a litany of please please please please ’s that Vi wrapped her lips around, sucked into her being, stored inside her.
Vi’s returned yes was a growl, a quiet groan into Caitlyn’s skin, and Caitlyn saw stars explode around her - surrounding her with heat, with steam. Her eyes squeezed shut, and that purple pink fought against her eyelids - the daylight marching into her bedroom, unannounced, uninvited, warm and welcoming.
After she came, she became boneless and pliant in Vi’s arms, and Vi laid her gently on the bed, pushed her legs wide, and began to fuck her at her pace - a brutal, efficient pace that had Caitlyn’s hips rocking back upwards in seeking, greedy little thrusts. Vi’s abs met Caitlyn’s ass in skin-dampened plap ’s, each touch sending scorching little skids across the nail marks, the hand prints, the little flags planted on Caitlyn’s skin that said you’re mine .
Vi drove into her until the daylight was unignorable, until it bathed her room with brilliant light, until Caitlyn could see the wet spots on her sheets - her drooling mouth and soaked pussy a mirrored trail as Vi fucked her across the bed with greedy hands, pulling her into positions to plunder, gripping her to prevent her body from squirming away. Caitlyn met each ferocious kiss, each grinding thrust, her hands sliding through that black and pink hair or her own pillowcase - whatever was closer, whatever Vi allowed. Vi took, and she took, and she took, and by the end the sky was brilliant and blue and Vi was heaving breaths on her back that pushed her scarred ribcage outwards like an animal attempting to escape, sweat pooling at the valley between her breasts.
Vi opened her mouth, was about to say something , and Caitlyn’s lips were suddenly latching onto the cock.
Vi groaned as Caitlyn bobbed her head, tasting herself, tongue lapping as she bobbed slow and deep on the toy - the extension of Vi. She kept her eyes on Vi as she did it, as she let her throat fill with her own taste - with the taste they’d made together - let her gag reflex protest in a short, coughing noise that had Vi’s eyes going dark, her lips curling in a deep-seated arousal that Caitlyn knew this always evoked.
“Fuck,” Vi grunted, leaning her head back to close her eyes as Caitlyn’s hands rose to press against Vi’s hips, thumbs skating along an uneven scar of the right one as she pushed the cock further, took it deeper, cleaned it better, worshipped it harder. She knelt at the altar of Vi, showed her appreciation, her apology, the thoroughness of her ruination.
When the dildo slipped free with a slick pop, it was with Vi’s hand fisted in Caitlyn’s hair. Caitlyn smiled, licked her lips - watched Vi’s eyes zipped to her tongue, watched its movements.
“You’re beautiful,” Vi whispered.
“You’re handsome,” Caitlyn replied, nuzzling the hand that was holding onto her hair.
Vi’s eyes darkened - not with arousal, with troubled thoughts. Caitlyn risked it - a quick kiss at Vi’s wrist - and was met with an eyebrow raise, a soft smile, and hard eyes.
“I - can,” Vi began, and hesitated, voice jumping a half-octave.
Caitlyn waited a beat, perched on her knees above Vi, waiting.
“I’m - was I too rough?” Vi asked.
“Not at all,” Caitlyn replied.
“Okay. Did I - was it harmful?”
Caitlyn tilted her head. “There’s a difference between pain and harm, Vi. You didn’t harm me.”
Vi nodded, and the dark haze slid over her features again - a struggle to stay awake, a desperation to see this through.
“If you wake up before me,” Caitlyn began, slowly circling Vi’s thick wrist with both of her hands, “will you leave?”
Vi met her eyes, remained silent.
“It’s okay if you do,” Caitlyn replied, “it’s okay if you don’t trust me enough to - stay. But I need to know you’re not sleeping on the street tonight - I need you to know that you can always sleep here. You can always just sleep here.”
Vi nodded, hesitant - a cornered lion.
“Take some clothes, too,” Caitlyn whispered, and slowly moved her hands down Vi’s wrist to her elbow, sliding to her bicep, her shoulder. Her hands wandered towards the harness, her fingers wrapping around a strap, two, slightly tugging.
Vi lifted her hips, and Caitlyn began to tug it off of her.
“I don’t need your pity,” Vi said, but it was wobbly. “I can do this on my own,” she said, but it was through a broken voice. “I don’t need you,” Vi said, but it was with her head muffled on Caitlyn’s shoulder, wrapped in a blanket.
“You need sleep,” Caitlyn whispered, “just sleep, Vi. If you’re here in the morning, we can talk.”
“Talk,” Vi yawned, as the exhaustion - the shimmer, the fucking, the high emotions, began to drain out of her. “You need - you haven’t come down.”
“I’m fine,” Caitlyn whispered, stroking Vi’s hair, “I’m okay. You’re okay to sleep, Vi.”
Vi dropped off within seconds, and Caitlyn stayed awake, heart aching, mind racing, world narrowing to the strands of pink and black against her fingertips.
Vi left Caitlyn’s apartment at 4:51pm.
She had helped herself to Caitlyn’s food, dressed in old clothes of hers, written something and pressed it onto Caitlyn’s kitchen counter, and left. She went back to the city that claimed her, to the city that was in her blood, hummed beneath her skin like the shimmer had the night previous.
Caitlyn tried to console herself with the fact that she’d left fed, and slept well, and had clothes on her back. She tried not to think about holding Vi here - of begging her not to go, of pleading with her that this spiral she was on - this path of self-destruction - wasn’t something she had to do.
But she’d have been doing that while wearing an Enforcer’s uniform - while she had volunteered for dangerous duties, patrolling unsafe sectors, placing herself so far away from the detective work she’d started out doing that she barely recognized herself some nights.
So when Caitlyn awoke at 5:45, groggy and stomach-sore and well fucked, she staggered to the kitchen counter first - saw Vi’s written note.
Ten digits.
Caitlyn programmed them into her phone, messaged a quick hi , let the phone sit on her counter for a full minute as she started to prepare for another night shift, another dangerous post.
Hey , Vi texted, two minutes later, and Caitlyn sucked in a quiet breath.