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Things had changed after Powder had passed. It’d been 7 years, yet the pain still twinged Vi whenever she’d stay up at night, yearning and shuffling around in her sheets. Vander had told her more times than she could count that it was never her fault, there was no way she could have known Powder had reached for those crystals. She had no way to prevent it. But a doubt lay constant in the back of her mind, only aided by the fact she had lost her only real family. Her sister, the one she had to care for, look after, protect. And she’d failed to do only that.

But she found a way to live. It had hit Ekko hard, as well, and the both of them had found solitary comfort in each other's presence. That’s why she promised herself a long time ago that she’d visit Ekko at least once a week, whenever she wasn’t busy, and lend a hand to him with whatever he needed help with that week in Benzo’s old shop. Most of the time it was nothing, so she’d spend the few hours she had lounging with him, talking of old times and reminiscing. More than that, they’d normally just sit and joke, taking digs at each other whenever possible as Benzo audibly sighed and stroked his temple. It was something routine, to get her mind off things and work with her hands.

But tonight was different. She’d been helping Ekko repair the rusty grandfather clock that stood at the back of Benzo’s shop, the one she was sure had been in repair since before she was born. Ekko was in the back searching for missing cogs when the doorbell rang. Vi sat up, wiping the sweat off her head. It was Vander, most probably, coming to chat with Benzo before he whisked her back to the Last Drop. But when Vi turned around, she was met with a sight she’d never thought she’d see. There stood a tall man, taller than her by a good few inches. His hair was combed back, but a few slick brown locks still fell over his face. He was tanned, with broad shoulders, standing in an upright posture. Vi flushed, suddenly remembering she probably looked a mess, wearing nothing but pants and a vest—her sweaty biceps on full show to this strange man who had just entered unannounced. He was obviously not from the Undercity, he stood out like a sore thumb in his tailored, rich clothes and clean-shaven face. His eyes met hers, and he smiled warily as he began to walk to the front desk. Vi stood fully, leaning against the clock. That’s when she saw her. A young girl tailed the man, her eyes wide and darting about. She stood close to him, gazing around at the small gadgets and trinkets Benzo had on multiple displays dotted around the large room. The young girl’s eyes finally met Vi’s. And Vi swore she saw the girl’s eyes move up and down her body multiple times before she stiffly turned away with a reddening face. Vi couldn’t help but chuckle at it. What were these Pilties doing in the lanes?

“Um, Benzo?” The man called, his voice almost shaking with uncertainty as his hands tightened behind him.

The door behind the counter flung open, and Benzo tumbled in with a box of wiry machine parts. The larger man smiled gruffly and plopped the box on the counter with a loud bang.

“Jayce!” He laughed, holding himself up on the counter with an arm strewn across it, “My boy, back so soon?”

Jayce tittered, “only for you,”

Benzo chuckled again, before his eyes widened at the girl who was practically clinging to Jayce’s leg, “and would you look at that,” He leaned down, “Is this your sister?”

The girl smiled gingerly, and Jayce put a hand on her shoulder. “Not my sister. She’s a family friend. The girl I was talking to you about the other day?”

Benzo straightened up, “That’s right!” He boomed, “Katie, was it?”

“Caitlyn,” The girl corrected, her voice small.

“Well, I’ll be,” Benzo began unloading the box, “Jayce has told me all about you, interested in machinery?”

“Yep, basically begged me to take her with me today,” Jayce nodded, grinning,  “She’s always helping me out, like my little assistant,”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “I do most of the work,”

Jayce fake gasped, “You’re lucky my patrons are your parents, otherwise I’d have kicked you out a long time ago, you’re getting too big for your boots,” 

Caitlyn giggled, and Jayce smiled boyishly.

Benzo adjusted his glasses, staring down carefully at a piece of equipment, before suddenly launching it Vi’s way, “This is what Ekko's lookin’ for, he won’t find it back there,”

The attention was suddenly brought to her as she haphazardly caught what was thrown at her. She licked her chapped lips carefully, raising a small hand in ‘hello’ to the newcomers. Why hadn’t Benzo told her he had Piltie friends coming around today?

“That’s Vi,” Benzo said to the confused pair in front of him, “She just accompanies Ekko most days, she’s a real saviour when it comes to all the handiwork ‘round here,”

Jayce smiled at her, nodding curtly, “Nice to meet you, Vi,”

“And to you too,” Vi said, looking down to see Caitlyn avoiding her gaze. What was up with that girl?

Jayce seemed to notice too, lightly tapping Caitlyn’s shoulder, “Cait, be polite and greet the lady,”

Caitlyn lifted her head, her eyes still downcast, “Hi,”

Vi felt a warm smile split her features, “Hi,” She replied, and felt herself grow bold, “if you ever need any advice on working with machines, I’m always here to help,”

Caitlyn’s harsh blue eyes finally met hers, wide in endearment. Vi flushed, stricken by the girl’s face. She was beautiful, her defined cheekbones and doe eyes, the small gap in her teeth she could just about make out when the girl’s mouth fell slightly open. Vi swallowed nervously. Was she really nervous over a teenager? She almost laughed to herself. Yeah, right, like a teenager with slightly attractive physical traits was going to make her nervous. How stupid.

“Not too bad of an idea, huh, Cait?” Jayce grinned, patting her shoulder.

Caitlyn shrugged, a warm red speckling her cheeks.

“Well,” Benzo brought them back to him, “what’ll it be today, Talis?”

The two began conversing, Caitlyn immediately becoming drawn into the conversation. Vi left them to it, turning back to the open clock and continuing her work. As she did, Ekko came bounding out the back door, running his fingers through his locks as he held a small cardboard box to his arm. Jayce turned his head slightly, smiling at Ekko as Ekko grinned back, putting a thumbs up to him in reply. Ekko made his way over to Vi, dropping the box and sitting down to begin emptying it.

“I’m sure it’s ‘round here somewhere,” He said, biting his lip as his fingers grazed over cold metal.

Vi grinned, “Looking for this?” She held up the cog Benzo had given to her, and Ekko immediately brightened.

“I’m assuming Benzo passed this to you?” Ekko fidgeted with the Cog around his fingers.

“You’d be correct,” She pulled up a wrench and passed it to him as he began to put the cog in place, “you know these Pilties?”

Ekko nodded, “not sure about that younger one, but Jayce is cool,” He said, grabbing the wrench held up to him, “He started coming to the shop a month or two ago, he’s always coming and buying in bulk, probably the reason Benzo’s still open. Man’s got money,”

Vi turned her head to stare at the pair, licking her lips slowly as she thought about it. They may be Pilties, but she supposed they couldn’t be too bad if Ekko and Benzo trusted them enough to become close friends with them. She looked over her shoulder once more, catching a glimpse of long, shiny blue hair before the door to Benzo’s shut, leaving the shop with now a calm silence—only broken by the grunts of Ekko as he turned the cog in place, and the steps of Benzo as he walked over to them both.

“Looks like it’s nearly done,” Benzo patted Ekko’s shoulder and woke Vi up from her trance.

Right, the clock. She got back to work, and let any more thoughts of the girl vanish as she did.

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“Mother wants me to marry someone like Jayce when I’m older. But, if I’m being honest, I don’t think he’s my type at all. He’s fun and handsome and all, but he’s too into all that science stuff to really be charming” Caitlyn rambled, passing Vi a wrench when she reached out her hand, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but I feel as though she barely trusts me, you know? Jayce said we couldn’t even tell her he was taking me down here, which was hard, but it’s worth it. Even if Jayce looks like he’s going to explode with guilt whenever he talks to her.” She giggled at that last part, tucking a strand of lavender hair behind her ear.

“Mhm,” Vi hummed in reply, attempting to screw in a cog that was too big for the section she was putting it in. It was as if this old clock had no working pieces left. Caitlyn had been left with her a while ago when Jayce and Benzo had hurried out. She’d entered Benzo’s that afternoon with no idea she would be practically babysitting the entire time. 

She’d been hard at work on the clock when they walked in. Jayce and Benzo had conversed about something before Caitlyn was placed beside her with a few quick words from Jayce, “Could you watch her? Benzo and I have to go out for a second, and I don’t think her parents will be thrilled with me taking her deeper into the undercity,” Vi had agreed, surprisingly enough. Well, Caitlyn seemed a nice enough girl, who was she to deny it? Jayce had smiled widely and left quickly after, Benzo in tow. Ekko was out on some business, so that meant the two of them were utterly alone. Caitlyn had been shy at first, not speaking at all. But she warmed eventually, after a few smooth conversations with Vi. And since then, to Vi’s dismay, she hadn’t shut up.

“I mean, I don’t even know who I want to marry when I’m older. I really should, because I’m a Kirramman,” Caitlyn brought her knees to her chest, and Vi stopped working for a second, turning to look at the younger girl.

“Hey,” Vi said carefully, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “It’s fine to not know. How old are you? 15? 16? When I was your age, I barely had any idea what I wanted to do with my life at all.”

But Caitlyn immediately stiffened, the tips of her ears turning a bright pink. Vi swallowed nervously. Did she say something wrong? Caitlyn cleared her throat and shuffled so Vi’s hand slipped off her. Vi was about to open her mouth to apologise, but Caitlyn was quicker.

“Yeah, yeah,” She said, pushing her head into her knees and turning her gaze from where it previously rested on Vi’s arm, “I suppose so,”

Vi swallowed, pushing her lips together as she leaned from the clock and clasped her hands together. “I assumed Jayce was your brother,” she said, her lips upturning diffidently. She then glanced at Caitlyn, who was grinning.

“No, not at all,” She chuckled, soft breaths of air falling from her lips in amusement, “I suppose he’s just—a family friend, I guess? Well, my parents are his patrons,”

Vi clicked her tongue, “Patrons? Must be wealthy,”

Caitlyn soured, shrugging, “I guess,”

Vi felt the room tense with silence again, her own shoulders sagging as she felt a nagging annoyance in her chest. Something had shifted after Vi had touched her—comforted her. Maybe they weren’t there yet. For that kind of emotional vulnerability. But, gods  Vi would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the jabbering of Caitlyn’s voice, the way she’d tuck a strand of silky, navy hair behind her ear as her cheeks fizzled with red whenever Vi would chuckle or grin at her. Maybe something about Caitlyn reminded her of her sister, she’d thought. They were similar in some ways, with the same hair, the same bashfulness. Maybe Vi just wanted an excuse for a redo. At a chance again to protect when she couldn’t. She pursed her lips. No, Caitlyn wasn’t Powder. Not at all. No matter how Caitlyn lit her up, made her stomach twist and her brain dizzy. No matter how much she desired to take Caitlyn under her wing, shield her from the world and make her exclusive to Vi only. She’d felt that vulnerable, heart-wrenching feeling before. 

Vi broke from her spell, breathing tightly as she tried to start a flow of a conversation once more, “Do you… have any siblings?” she asked, wondering why a teenager was suddenly making her so timid.

Caitlyn shook her head, seemingly shocked at the question, “No, gods no,” The girl leaned back, arching her back in a stretch. Vi twisted around carefully, diverting her gaze as her face reddened furiously. No, no. That is so fucked up. Even for Vi. If her eyes did, however, wander back over curiously, skim over the girl’s jut-out chest and imagine what it would be like for Vi to carefully unbutton, getting closer and closer…

Well, it was no fault of hers.

“What about you?’ Caitlyn woke her up, eyeing her quizzically as Vi stirred from her fantasy. Siblings, right, yes. Siblings. They had plenty of wholesome things to chat about.

“Ah, yeah,” Vi moved her hands to fidget with the wrench, ignoring the sweat dribbling down them, “two brothers, Mylo and Claggor,” She found herself smiling, “They’re great,”

Caitlyn nodded, tilting her head as if waiting for more. Vi swallowed tightly, wondering how to word it.

“I, uh, I had a sister too, um,” She breathed deeply through her nose, grasping the wrench now fully in her palm. It still hurt to think about, never mind speak aloud. “She… passed away, few years back,”

Caitlyn’s eyes shone, her eyebrows deepening in sympathy, “Oh… I’m so sorry—”

Vi wiped the back of her hand against her eye, rolling her shoulders as she cleared her throat from the thick emotion clogging it, “Nah, ‘s alright,” She managed to get out, busying herself in leaning back into the open mouth of the clock, “Happened… it happened a while ago,”

Caitlyn pinched her lips to a thin line, “What was her name?”

Vi nearly hit her head on the clock as she startled, turning to the girl, “huh?”

“Your sister,” Caitlyn’s delicate voice soothed Vi, instantly sending thrills through her body. What was her name?”

Vi pressed her tongue against the front of her teeth, before answering, “Powder,” She let a soft, goofy smile break her features, “She was… she was the best,”

Caitlyn smiled warmly at her, so warmly that Vi felt heat begin to rush through her body once again, deepening to the pit of her stomach before the ringing of the door opening cut in. Vi launched her head up, watching as Jayce peered in and waved to them both. Vi huffed, and Caitlyn immediately brightened.

Soon after, the younger girl had hurried to him, but not without standing awkwardly in front of Vi first and mumbling a quick ‘Bye’ with a sickeningly cute pout. Vi just found herself smiling, guess Pilties weren’t as bad as she thought. At least not this one.

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It was like that whenever Caitlyn visited now. Normally Jayce’s visits to Benzo’s were quick and breezy, but they had now stretched to long, drawn-out conversations, comfortably hanging around each other as if they had been friends for decades. Vi didn’t complain, and neither did Ekko, it seemed like they both thoroughly enjoyed Jayce’s company. The man would come down, with some excuse or other—like him desperately needing to buy something that can only be found in the Undercity—before lounging about nearly the entire afternoon, either diving into robotics with Benzo or explaining his new science project with Ekko. Vi would join in every now and again, but mostly Jayce’s visits stood out to her due to Caitlyn. They’d grown closer since the last time, Caitlyn seemed to be less shy and closed off around her now, opening up about herself, her family and more. She’d sit there mostly, next to Vi while she worked on some new building project, and talk. Vi didn’t mind the company. It was greatly appreciated, really. 

Not to mention, the way Caitlyn warmed her up. Every time the girl laughed or would spin around in the spot whilst showing off a new skirt her mother had recently pressed to her, something in Vi’s stomach would twist. She wouldn’t acknowledge it, the feeling deep inside her. Was it seeing Caitlyn so… innocent? So carefree, so herself?  

Something that she wished she saw Powder be? 

The girl just had this charm, one that made Vi’s throat clog up, and her body race with new, unflattering emotions. Something about the girl was just so… easy. Vi felt a surge of protection whenever she was around her, the need to shield her from anything that may cause her harm. She assumed it to only just be her relating Caitlyn to Powder. But Vi knew it was something deeper, even darker. She couldn’t explain it. The way Caitlyn was so pure, it sent shivers down her spine. And— fuck! She needed to grab a hold of herself. She barely knew this Piltie. And she was young. Too young. The familiar feeling of guilt would constantly wash over her whenever she thought about the girl, when she’d look at Caitlyn’s small smile and wide, doe-eyes and feel something hot drip to the pit of her stomach. It was wrong, so wrong. But Vi couldn’t help but indulge, which is why, one fateful day, she asked Caitlyn what she did.

It was another quiet day, Jayce and Benzo were talking lazily at the front, while Ekko leaned beside them at the counter, throwing in small quips now and again. Today, she was letting Caitlyn have a go at the old clock. She’d been teaching her small things about machinery, conducting her on what to do and where to put certain tools. She wasn’t using it as an excuse to press her body behind Caitlyn’s and lay her large—much larger than Caitlyn’s—hands upon the girl's and guide her. No, not at all. Caitlyn’s face had scrunched up in concentration, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she knitted her eyebrows together. Always so focused, so dedicated. It was one of the things Vi loved about her in these moments. Well, that and the small noises she’d make whenever she’d struggle to screw a certain screw in.  

“You’re doing well,” Vi said, not missing the way Caitlyn’s eyes followed across her exposed biceps as she picked up a box of wires and moved them to the side. The shop had been getting a bit cluttered, and Benzo had left it to her to clean out some boxes.

“Thanks,” Caitlyn blushed, pushing a piece of lavender hair behind her ear.

“No, really, you’ve learned a lot in such a short amount of time,” Vi placed the box down, and instantly fell to the floor in relief, sitting up and leaning back onto her arms, “we should celebrate,”

“Huh?” Caitlyn sat down too, swallowing nervously, “and… do what?”

Vi smirked, she loved to see Caitlyn start to grow shy. She’d start fidgeting at her fingers, licking her lips excessively and avoiding eye contact. She especially loved the way her cheeks would start to grow red and hot, “I could invite you to my bar one day,” Vi leaned forward, bringing up her knees and resting her hands on them, “Well, it’s really my dad’s, but I’ve practically taken over. I’ll take you after closing times, so you won’t have to worry about anyone else,”

Caitlyn bit the inside of her cheek, her eyebrows falling into her eyes as she thought deeply, “I guess…” She said after a few moments, “But… I think it would have to be a secret, Mother wouldn’t be happy with me, and I don’t think Jayce would allow it either,”

“Well, then I guess it’s a date,” Vi beamed, “I’ll meet you at the bathysphere, in two days, let’s say… 7 pm?”

Caitlyn thought about it some more before a large grin split her face—Vi didn’t miss the small blush that accompanied it—and she said, “It’s a date, for sure,”

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Vi had made sure the last drop was going to be empty that night. Vander would be asleep by the time she and Caitlyn made their way down. Both Mylo and Claggor were out, also, so that left no issue there. She’d made sure to close the Last Drop early that day. 

So when Caitlyn did enter, she was nothing but a bundle of nerves. Vi wasn’t surprised, it must be scary for anyone as sheltered as her to be taken so far into the one place her parents forbid. But she was sure the girl got a thrill out of it too, breaking the rules so carelessly, and with an older zaunite, at that. She’d sat Caitlyn down at the bar.

“And what can I get for you, miss?” She joked, trying her hardest to put on a Piltover-esque accent.

Caitlyn chuckled, “Whatever the barman suggests,”

Vi thought for a second, before getting an idea, “Have you ever drunk before, Cait?”

Caitlyn’s eyes widened, “Um, once, when I was younger,” She tittered, and clenched her jaw, “just a sip, though, from my dad’s beer,”

“Well,” Vi pulled up a drink from under the bar, one she knew would probably be too strong for someone’s first drink. She was sure Caitlyn could handle it, but she’d make sure to dilute it anyway, “let this night of celebrations be a night of firsts, too,”

Caitlyn licked her lips carefully, “Vi… I’m not sure…” She kicked her long legs nervously, and Vi made sure she wasn’t staring. Nope, not staring at those milky white thighs, her smooth long legs, her skirt so short Vi could— Fuck! Vi squeezed her eyes shut. So wrong. So, so, so wrong. Vi ignored the pestering thoughts—when had she turned into such a pervert?

“You’ll be fine,” She grabbed a glass and, adding in the alcohol, poured in a hefty amount of juice to cover it, “I’m here with you, I’ll make sure you're safe.”

Caitlyn breathed deeply, her crossed eyebrows showing she was still unsure of the situation. But when Vi pushed the drink towards her, she lifted her head, nodded and took a swig. She coughed instantly, spluttering out into her fist as she brought a hand to her mouth. Vi leaned forward, patting her back lightly as she regained her bearings. Vi should have diluted it more, really. Caitlyn gasped and, without any more prompting, immediately took another sip and slammed the glass back on the counter. Vi felt her lips curve, laughing softly.

“Thought it might be too strong for you,” Vi found her fingers beginning to run around the rim of the cup, watching Caitlyn’s wide eyes follow them as they did, “but you took it like a pro,”

Caitlyn flushed red, her cheeks speckling with pink, “I—um, yeah, I mean, thanks. Thank you,” she stammered.

Vi picked up the glass, taking a quick drink herself before passing it back to Caitlyn, who sipped lightly at it. 

“Seems you're a natural,” Vi said, taking pleasure once again in Caitlyn’s stilted laughs and flushed face. She was adorable, and Vi couldn’t wait to see her tipsy—drunk, even. She’d be a treat, and so easy to… Vi shook her head lightly. Pure thoughts, Violet, pure thoughts. But it was hard, watching Caitlyn in front of her, already swaying in her seat and giggling lazily. So little, so young and innocent. That familiar hot feeling swelled in her stomach again, but she hushed it. Not yet.

Not yet.

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“Doesn’t your father own this place?” Caitlyn stared dazedly off the couch, observing as Vi came around from the bar with bottles and glasses in her hands, clacking together in time with her steps. She placed them on the table, carefully filling them up as she pushed a glass into Caitlyn’s hands. The younger girl jumped at the sudden cold in her palms, her eyes becoming lost in the swirling concoction Vi had presented her with.

Vi chuckled, taking a slow slip out of her beer, “Suppose so, but I’ve practically taken over now,” She let her eyes wander to pink lips, letting them drag across as Caitlyn took a sip hesitantly, instantly wrinkling her nose and cringing at the taste, “he won't be a bother to us, though. Is that alright?”

Vi leaned forward, and Caitlyn startled, “Um, yes, it’s fine, tastes… funny,”

Vi pinched her lips together and, taking another swig, moved a hand atop Caitlyn’s. The girl flushed instantly, her face deepening a ruby red unabashedly. Surely with the amount of alcohol running through her system, she probably was unable to control herself—And Vi did not think about how that could work out in her favour, not at all. Cupping a large hand over Caitlyn’s, she helped guide the glass to her lips, sucking a lip between her teeth as a small tongue dipped out as the girl’s mouth opened. Swallowing harshly, Vi continued to push the glass against the girl’s lips until she had taken a significant gulp. Caitlyn heaved instantly, her eyebrows furrowing as she squinted her eyes shut, whining only slightly. And Vi didn’t feel heat suddenly coarse through her body, whip around it until it fell deep into the pit of her stomach. No, only wholesome feelings. She didn’t stare at Caitlyn gasping for air and opening her pink lips in deep breaths and think of how she would look beneath Vi, all squirmy and whiney as Vi took what she was owed. As Vi let her fingers move up the girl's body, tracing small circles until she met her lips and pushed them in. Let the digits push against the rough outer texture of Caitlyn’s tongue as the younger girl spluttered and gagged against them.

“Vi?” 

Vi sat up straight so fast she was sure she heard something in her spine click. Heat was still washing over her in huge amounts, her heart racing as she leered at the drunk 16-year-old currently slouched and dozy on her couch. So fit and primed for Vi. So ready. Vi licked her lips, cursing herself and diverting her eyes to the table in front of her, taking a harsh drink from her glass.

“Vi?” Caitlyn said again, her voice falling into a cute squeak.

“You’re too drunk Cait,” Vi mumbled, placing the glass down with a clink, “better get you—”

All the air from Vi’s body left her when she turned to face the girl. The girl who had suddenly nearly perched herself in Vi’s lap and now leaned against her, staring up through the flush of thick, wet eyelashes. Vi leaned back into the couch, making some sort of choked noise at the sight of once shy, conservative Caitlyn now nuzzling into her, clinging to her warmth.

Vi swallowed. Deeply. Foreceably. Control yourself. 

All she had to do was control herself.

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Caitlyn was slumped over in Vi’s arms, making it awfully difficult for the older woman to pull her down to her bedroom. And, whilst doing that, also be quiet enough that Vander wouldn’t wake up and wonder why Vi was carrying a drunk 16-year-old to her bedroom. Caitlyn’s feet dragged across the floor as she leaned into Vi’s touch, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Vi,” she slurred, dragging the word on for much longer than she needed to. "Your arms are so strong. How do you manage?”

Vi chuckled, finally getting a grasp of her bedroom door and opening it, “just fine,”

She pulled the girl in, and let her fall into a chair in the corner of the room. She sighed deeply, closing the door carefully after her. Caitlyn moved up on the chair, her small body moving languidly and lazily. Vi licked her lips slowly, letting her eyes roam over the girl. Her short skirt hiked up, her blouse now doing an incredible job of showing off her breasts. Vi felt her breathing quicken as she realised the situation: She, a 25-year-old, currently had a drunk teenager slumped in her bedroom, who was now very easy to take advantage of. She stumbled onto her bed, sitting down and pressing two fingers to her temple. What she was to do that night, she would probably regret. She could feel the guilt gnawing at her already but—Caitlyn. She had stood up now and somehow, without Vi realising, had sat down next to her, extremely close. Vi looked at her, instantly being met with wide, blue doe-eyes. She let her eyes wander. She was drunk, that was Vi’s fault. She had kept giving the younger girl more whenever she asked, she was careful to not go too far the girl would start to throw up, but she teetered on the edge. Now Caitlyn was utterly out of it. Caitlyn’s lip worried being her teeth, and—Vi breathed deeply—her thighs. They were completely on show. She could take Caitlyn, right now. She’s so accessible, so easy. This is what Vi had been waiting for. A chance, really, to… corrupt her? To take control, for once in her life. And Caitlyn was here, practically putting herself on display for her. She was so small, so eager, so easy for Vi to…

Vi leaned forward, her body now pressing up flush against Caitlyn’s as she effortlessly pushed the younger girl onto the bed. The girl squirmed but was barely able to move with Vi’s large body upon hers.

“Vi…” She murmured, “I feel… weird,”

Vi pushed herself up on her elbows, letting her eyes dart over Caitlyn’s face. Her eyes stared up at Vi. She trusted Vi, so much. “That’s alright,” Vi whispered, leaning closer, “just… be still for me,”

She left a chaste kiss on the girl's lips, in which Caitlyn’s face immediately brightened a hot red. She shuffled away, breathing haphazardly.

“Vi!” She brought a finger to her lip, her entire body now practically buzzing with heat, “that… that’s inappropriate,”

Vi pinched her lips together, suppose getting Caitlyn drunk doesn’t make her also lose her moral compass. She leaned forward again, caging the smaller girl in, “It’s fine,” She moved her head down again, kissing the edge of the younger girl’s lips lightly, “You’ll enjoy it,”

Caitlyn flushed and pushed her head into the bed behind her. “No! I mean… I can’t.” She covered her head in her hands, squeezing her legs together. “it’s wrong…”

Vi peeled a hand off the girl’s face, holding it gently and laying a kiss on her knuckle. Caitlyn licked her lips, heat flushing her face once again. “I’ll make it feel good, don’t worry.” Vi let a hand run over the girl’s thigh, revelling in the way Caitlyn quickly squeezed them together and shivered. “Just be a good girl for me, ok?”

Caitlyn swallowed hard, and, with her wide eyes still showing traces of uncertainty, nodded slowly. She was still drunk, so her movements were slow and lazy. Vi can’t help the smile that came over her, she’s grinning like she just won the lottery. This is all she could ask for and more. Caitlyn, drunk and helpless splayed out before her on her bed, all ready and perfect for her. The guilt that came with it still sunk to the bottom of her stomach, making her throat clog and her heart beat way faster than it should. But it was easy to ignore, especially when Vi dragged her fingertips over Caitlyn’s creamy thighs, slowly hiking up her skirt as the younger girl let out small, sharp gasps. She felt high on the power she had over the younger, she could do whatever she pleased with her. She wasn’t about to let that opportunity go to waste.

Before anything, she leant down farther so she and Caitlyn were just face to face. The girl was panting sporadically, her chest heaving. Vi kept her eyes trained on the girl’s face—well, it wasn’t her fault if she let them wander down for just a second, fuck, Vi couldn’t get enough of her tits—and broke a hand to stroke gently against her cheekbone. Caitlyn whined softly, shifting beneath Vi’s weight. The sound sent fireworks throughout Vi’s body, heat rushing right up to her stomach. This girl had to know the effect she had. Every little noise, little movement she made, riled up Vi even more. It was getting harder to hold herself back. Hold herself back from completely taking Caitlyn. No that’d have to wait. Just for now. Vi moved her hand to grab Caitlyn’s chin. Swiftly, she connected their lips. Caitlyn’s desperate moan that followed encouraged Vi, the pink-haired girl found herself instantly moving her hand to the girl’s blouse; slowly but surely unbuttoning it. Caitlyn’s lips were soft, and so easy for Vi to break into. She licked against them, drinking in the way Caitlyn would whimper against her mouth whenever she did. Their kiss turned more sloppy, Vi finding herself slotting them together wetly as she brought her tongue to explore Caitlyn’s mouth. Caitlyn was no longer bashful in her want, bucking her hips forward ever so slightly as she raised her hands to grip Vi’s arm. The older woman found herself laughing into the kiss, guess all those times she caught Caitlyn staring at her large arms weren’t simply coincidences. 

Vi managed to button the blouse and broke the kiss as she did. Fuck—the state of Caitlyn. Her hair splayed on the bed behind her, her doe-eyes now heavily lidded and her lips wet and swollen. Vi found herself the luckiest woman in the world to have Caitlyn like this, beneath her, caged in. Caitlyn shuffled, biting her lip softly as she stared up at Vi. Vi let her eyes wander downward, slipping her hand behind Caitlyn’s back to snap her bra off. Caitlyn’s nipples instantly perked up in the cold room, Caitlyn herself had grown a whole shade darker as her breasts were on full display. Vi leaned down, placing wet kisses on the girl’s neck before she met with her breasts. She brought a hand to tweak softly at the nipple, grinning as Caitlyn whined deeply.

“Vi…” Caitlyn gasped, “I don’t think I can… Oh–Vi, Oh!,” Her words broke off instantly as Vi brought her hot mouth over a perked nipple, sucking lightly and grazing her tongue against the bud. Caitlyn’s head dipped back in a deep moan, her hands now moving up and down Vi’s firm bicep. The smaller girl squirmed beneath her, which Vi swiftly put a stop to as she clasped her hands around the girl's waist, biting her lip as her hands nearly wrapped all the way around her stomach. Vi continued lapping at the girl’s tits teasingly, taking her time in placing kisses and grazing her tongue over them slowly. 

“You take this well for someone who claims they don’t want it,” Vi joked, smiling into Caitlyn’s skin as she continued to dip her head lower, eyeing Caitlyn up as the girl pushed her head forward.

“Vi…” She groaned, whining as Vi patiently parted her legs.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” Vi murmured. She met with Caitlyn’s skirt and pondered with it for a few seconds. She decided she’d keep it on, something about the short skirt lit something in Vi’s already racing heart. She pushed it upwards, flipping it over so she was met with Caitlyn’s panties.

She grinned and, dragging a finger up the wet fabric, was pleasingly met with an array of small whines, “Fuck… Cait, you’re absolutely soaked,” She kissed against the younger girl's thigh, clutching her hands around them to bring the girl’s shaking to a halt.

Caitlyn bucked her hips, slotting her lips between her teeth. Vi admired her sprawled-out figure, blouse undone, skirt flipped over, her eyes squeezed shut as she let out another low whine. Fuck, it was heavenly.

“Stay still for me while I do this, okay?” Vi murmured, breathing hotly against the thin layer of cotton.

The girl groaned, “No more,” she grumbled, her voice slurred. “I can’t,”

Vi smiled as she pressed another kiss to the girl’s thigh, this time lightly sucking and gleaming at the dark mark she left, “You can,” she said firmly, “come on, for me?”

Caitlyn made some sort of incoherent noise, before she replied, “I… I guess,” her voice fell to a whisper, her movements becoming more sluggish. The alcohol was getting to her. About time, Vi thought.

She took this as her opportunity, kissing against the wet fabric of Caitlyn’s panties softly before she licked a direct line up it. Caitlyn instantly whimpered, pushing her hips to Vi’s face so hard Vi had to force them back to the bed. Vi latched a finger under her underwear, dragging it down finally. She licked her lips slowly, dragging the expanse of her tongue upwards over Caitlyn’s glistening folds. The girl bucked upwards, her hand instantly intertwining into Vi’s hair as she moaned noisily. Gods forbid Vander woke up. She swiped her tongue, allowing the slick of the girl’s arousal to coat her tongue and chin as she moved in deeper. Sucking lightly on the nub of her clit, Vi continued to brush her tongue through Caitlyn’s folds, smiling into the girl’s wetness as Caitlyn’s head lunged backwards in an adorable whine.

“Vi–Vi, Vi, oh my—ah !” Caitlyn brought a hand to her mouth, biting into the flesh as Vi plunged her tongue in deeper. Tongue-fucking her deeply, Vi leared up at the girl; relishing in how the girl’s body shook and jittered with every movement Vi made against her dripping pussy. She allowed her nose to jut against the girl’s clit, closing her eyes briefly as she revelled in the taste of Caitlyn. All Vi could think was how worth the wait this was, to get Caitlyn vulnerable beneath her and completely destroy the younger girl. And here she was, with Caitlyn’s keening whines and sharply grasping at Vi’s hair as she pushed her hips off the bed. Vi manoeuvred her tongue, pressing softly against the hard nub of Caitlyn’s clit. Caitlyn’s moans fell to a small squeak when she launched her upper body forward erratically with her sudden release. Vi’s chin was coated in another layer of slick as the desperate fingers in her hair clutched against her scalp. She allowed the girl to ride it out haphazardly, the younger girl’s movements suddenly slow and languidly. Vi licked around her lips, groaning as she tasted Caitlyn once again. Not bothering to wipe her chin, she pushed herself upwards until she was met face-to-face with Caitlyn. The girl’s eyes were heavily lidded, her breathing slow and her body twitched. She pressed a small kiss to the girl’s lips, before locking them together and humming against her mouth as she met with her tongue. She pulled back, grinning down at the girl as she moved from on top of her and fell to the bed beside her.

The silence in the room was weirdly welcoming.

“How was that?” Vi shuffled onto her side.

Caitlyn pressed her thighs together, “...wrong,”

Vi breathed deeply through her nose, biting back a chuckle, “Wrong how?”

Caitlyn shrugged, “my head hurts,”

“‘s just the drink you had before, baby,” Vi pressed a hand to the girl’s forehead, before moving it down to stroke against Caitlyn’s cheek, “did it feel good?”

Caitlyn hummed, her eyes suddenly becoming glossy as she pouted. She nodded and turned her head to look at Vi, “I guess,”

A realisation hit Vi.

“Oh, fuck, was that your first time?” The woman let a proud smirk break into her face, dragging a hand through her wet hair.

Scoffing, Caitlyn tilted her head away again before murmuring a small, “Yes”

Vi ignored the swell in her stomach as she learned the new information, the way heat began to coarse throughout her again. Fuck, she just took advantage of a drunk 16-year-old virgin. And she didn’t feel bad. At all. This was fucked up. 

Vi pushed herself up, smirking, “It really is a night of firsts, huh?” 

Caitlyn made a noise in response. “I want to go home, Vi,” The girl murmured, her eyelids drooping, “Everything feels fuzzy,”

“I know,” Vi hummed back, stroking a knuckle on the girl’s cheek, “I’ll take you back tomorrow, the undercity thrives at night, it’ll be too unsafe now,”

Caitlyn pinched her lips together, before saying, “That… we had sex, didn’t we?”

Vi snorted, “we sure did,”

“But… isn’t that what couples do?” The girl gazed up at Vi.

Vi swallowed, “Um, yeah, obviously, yes, that’s something a couple might do,”

“We aren’t a couple, and… Mother says it’s best I don’t form relationships with any undercity…,” the girl trailed off, before she sprang up suddenly, her blue eyes widening, “My mother! Oh… oh Gods—she’ll kill me,” Caitlyn’s hands wiped over her face, “She’ll kill you. If she—if she finds out I let an older Zaunite… I had sex with you!”

The girl’s breathing became suddenly rapid, and Vi felt her heart pulse as panic washed over her. She didn’t need Caitlyn to remind her of the guilty sin she just committed. Biting her lip, she cupped Caitlyn’s face in her hands, forcing the girl to stare at her directly, “It’s okay, Cait,” she said shakily, almost trying to convince herself also, “your mother won’t find out, why… why don’t we just keep this a secret, hm?”

Caitlyn’s eyes jittered, her eyebrows furrowing as she searched around Vi’s face. For what? She wasn’t sure. Maybe for some sort of answer to everything that Vi had shamefully done to her that night. Caitlyn slowly nodded, though her eyes stayed wide and nervous.

“Ok… ok,” she said, softly, in response. 

“Sleep for now,” Vi helped her lay back down on her bed. The bed was small. Vi would be sleeping on the floor tonight, “I’ll take you home tomorrow, it’ll all be okay,”

Caitlyn nodded, though the worried wrinkles around her eyes never left, even as she closed them to drift to sleep. Vi oversaw her for a few more minutes, before she shuffled to the floor, squeezed her eyes shut, and prayed for sleep to come upon her.

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Vi had taken her home in the morning, but it had proven difficult since the girl was nothing but shaky and ill with her first hangover. Vi had stood awkwardly outside of the toilet as the girl threw up for 10 minutes until she stumbled out and asked to go home. The older woman had swallowed deeply and took her as discreetly as possible. When they finally arrived at the bathysphere, Vi sent her on her way with a small grin as the younger girl stepped on solemnly. Caitlyn hadn’t been talkative, mostly just barely listening to Vi and staring numbly at the floor. Vi couldn’t help but feel the heavy settling of guilt in her chest from their past activities. That, and also the feeling of heat well up in her stomach and her mind suddenly go dizzy. That night she had just laid in bed, reimaging the events and letting her fingers find themselves to her clit. Who could blame her? Having a cute girl like Caitlyn at her whims was just too much to forget.

It was two weeks when Benzo’s was finally interrupted by a familiar Piltie again, Vi had shot up immediately from where she was lounging at the backend of the shop with Ekko. She eyed the door carefully, willing for the sway of violet hair and the click-clack of short heels to come through the door. Caitlyn had been absent for longer than she ever had, and Vi was starting to get worried that that night really did do something to their relationship. She just needed to see the girl, feel relieved and let these thoughts down. But she never came. Jayce did, though, stepping through the door and sending a familiar smile Vi’s way. Vi tried not to look extremely disappointed, but let her shoulders sag as she fell back into the sofa. 

She had asked him, of course, where his ‘other half’ was. All she received was a shrug and, “I wish I could tell you, Vi; seems she just doesn’t want to come down anymore.”

Vi had shrugged her shoulders, shoved her hands in her pockets and left the store without any other thought; not even thinking about leaving Ekko alone and most probably extremely confused. All her thoughts were racing with wisps of navy blue hair, the small scrunch of a nose and bright, wide eyes speckled with fantastic blue. She’d fucked everything up with the girl and for what? Some cheap, drunk sex? Caitlyn had filled a hole inside her she didn’t even know she had, one so deep and everlasting she went most of her life completely ignorant of it. From as far back as she can remember, all these feelings coming to her now, all swarms of protective, almost maternal, instinct stiffening in her body whenever Caitlyn would cross her arms over her legs, grinning and staring up at Vi like she was the only woman in the world. She hadn’t felt this need to have another person close to her at all times in an attempt to keep them safe since… Well, since Powder.

She’d get her mind off it. She’d managed to do it after powder, who says she couldn’t try again?

Vander eyed her carefully as she slumbered in, stuffing her hands deep in her pockets as her eyes jittered around the empty bar hoping—praying—that Vander wouldn’t question her.

“What’s it this time?” Vander chuckled, wiping down a glass before placing it on the table.

Vi groaned, turning to the front of the bar and firmly sitting down before a grinning Vander; who now pushed a drink towards her with a glint in his eye.

“What’d Ekko do?” Vander tapped a finger against the table, watching as Vi took a small sip of the drink. Juice. What else did she expect from her dad? The thought broke her out into a small smile, shaking her head lightly.

“Nothing, I’m just really worn out,” Vi circled the glass with her finger, taking note of her still-red knuckles from her past few days boxing against the punch bag in the back of the arcade she and her siblings used to frequent as kids. It felt good to get her anger out, all these pent-up confusing emotions she was feeling.

And for a Piltie teenager. Vander would laugh if he knew.

“Seems it,” He nodded to her hands, his eyebrows creasing, “I told you to stop using your bare hands for that, I didn’t get you those gloves for nothing”

Vi shrugged, taking another long sip, “feels better without them, just feeling your hands thud against it, wouldn’t you know?”

Vander gruffly chuckled at that, “I suppose so, I was the same your age,” He pinched his lips, seemingly thinking for a second before his hand dipped under the bar, producing a small paper. He pushed it across the table, tapping at it. Vi eyed it, skimming her eyes over the words.

“It’s a letter,” Vander stated, as if Vi couldn’t see that, “from the Council,”

Vi choked on her drink, “The—Council?”

“Mhm,” Vander flipped the paper over, presenting a large symbol—no, not just a symbol—an emblem for one of the richest Piltovian families.

“The Kirammans?” Vi pursed her lip. “Are you standing before the council?”

Vander clicked his tongue, “Seems like it,” He straightened his back, leaning against the bar with his arms pushed against the edge, “It’s the first time they’ve called me forward since…”

Vi nodded. Understanding.

The man swallowed and pinched his nose before dragging a long hand down his face. “Ekko’s summoned, too. I think we’re finally getting a chance to make a difference down here.”

Vi hummed in agreement, but her mind remained on the family crest, which stood strikingly against the white paper. " Why the Kirammans?”

Vander blinked. “Not sure, rare for them to have such a sudden change of heart,” Vander rolled his shoulders, taking Vi’s empty glass and moving to the back of the bar, “They have a kid who would’ve been ‘round the same age as Powder, maybe they felt some sort of empathy in those cold hearts of them,”

Vi let out a harsh breath of air, chuckling, “Doubt it,” She shook her head, “They have a kid?”

“Oh, yes,” Vander turned around, smiling goofily “only the greatest and most prestigious little genius in all of Piltover,”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s true,” Vander said, “the great Cassandra, and her conventiely named child Caitlyn. Must have a thing for C’s in that family, huh?”

Vi couldn’t hear.

Hell, she could barely even breathe.

She coughed on the words she instantly tried to get out, feeling her heart begin to race in that horrible, horrible manner that only reminded her of one day—

Vander’s eyebrows instantly furrowed as he rushed up to her, soothing a hand on her shoulder as his warm eyes met hers, large and blown.

“Vi?” Vander’s breath shortened, his eyes skimming over his daughter, “Vi, what’s wrong?”

Vi breathed deeply, willing her shoulders to stop shaking. But they wouldn’t. She couldn’t stop shaking with the bomb Vander had just unknowingly landed on her. She had drunk sex with the Kiramman hier. She was so, completely, utterly fucked. Vander’s large, worried eyes were bearing into hers now.

“‘m alright,” she said, coughing slightly and trying her best to keep her faint smile upward, “just… shocked about the Kirrammans,”

Vander wrinkled his nose, “you’re that shocked they have a daughter?” he asked, leaning back from her and sniffing, “I thought it’d be stranger if they didn’t,”

Vi faintly laughed at that, though her mind was elsewhere entirely. All thoughts of that drunken night she spent with the girl hit her so suddenly. If Caitlyn was a Kiramman she could have Vi put up for what she did.

What did she do?

Now that she thought of it deeply, all she had done was make Caitlyn feel good. She’d never wish any harm on the girl, never. Vi would be the one protecting her, shielding her. Caitlyn has no claim that Vi willingly hurt her. And Caitlyn knows it. She must have if she hadn’t told her councilor mother yet. Maybe that’s why Caitlyn hadn’t returned. Because the new emotions and feelings she felt for the older woman were all too much. Vi, who had charmed her and kept her safe. Like she’d do until she was no longer able. Vi grinned to herself, nearly laughing. The idea was convincing enough, that Caitlyn had only been avoiding due to overwhelming feelings, that she did indeed enjoy that night. 

That she’d want Vi to take her again. It was too easy. But Caitlyn had come into Vi’s life for a reason, and hell if Vi was going to lose her. 

Not again.

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Finding the Kiramman’s estate was as easy as searching for a drunkard in The Last Drop.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the large mansion that stood at the very crest of Piltover, with its old-fashioned exterior and massive structure, belonged to the Kirammans. That, along with the fact that the Kiramman crest was visible wherever the human eye could see, confirmed it. Getting in was even easier. For a councillor, Cassandra made it shockingly simple to hop over the fence and locate her daughter's bedroom. Though Vi considered herself quite the expert on breaking in and out of places.

Vi latched a finger under the already open window, pushing it upwards as it slid effortlessly. She gazed around the dark room, grasping the window as she pulled herself in. She stumbled slightly and caught herself on a bookshelf before nearly landing face-first on the floor. Something on the shelf rattled, falling off and breaking the dead silence with a loud clank. Vi winced, biting her lip as she looked to see if Caitlyn had heard it.

“Hello?” A small voice sounded from the large bed that lay in the back of the room, shrouded in darkness, “Mother?”

“Hey…” Vi whisper-shouted, “it’s me,” 

A light switched on instantly, and Caitlyn launched upwards in her bed; her eyes wide and her mouth agape. 

“Vi?” She wrinkled her nose, looking the woman up and down in disbelief. ‘What in the—how—why are you in my bedroom?”

“Listen…” Vi brought up two hands, smiling haphazardly, “I can explain—”

“No, you can not!” Caitlyn shuffled out of bed, her eyes glaring. She looked awfully adorable for someone meant to be so pissed off. Maybe it was the fact she was so short, and her angry little pout just made Vi want to lean down and kiss the life out of her. “This is… this is obscene!”

“Cait…” She smiled fully now, shrugging her shoulders. “You stopped coming to Benzo’s, I got worried. I missed you,”

Caitlyn looked silently guilty for a split second before her eyebrows knitted together, and she pinched her lips to a thin line. “My parents are in, if they find you they’ll kill you,”

“How flattering,” Vi chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” Caitlyn hissed, “I’m serious! What… what happened that night… I don’t want to talk about it.” Caitlyn diverted her eyes, bringing her arms up to hug herself.

“You liked it,” Vi said simply.

“No… it was wrong.” Caitlyn objected, her eyes becoming glossy. Fuck—it wasn’t the time for crude thoughts but—everything Caitlyn was doing was just turning on Vi more. Her denial, her shaky voice and even shakier body. Vi just wanted to ravage her. She tossed her guilt aside for now.

“But you liked it,” Vi insisted, leaning down slightly to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn shook her head, “No,”

“Yes,” Vi cupped her cheek, smirking as Caitlyn flinched at the touch, “I’ll prove it to you,”

“Prove it?” Caitlyn repeated in that ridiculous accent of hers. Gods, Vi couldn’t wait to take her again.

“I know what you did,” Vi’s voice barely raised above a whisper, slowly stepping forward until she locked the other girl firm against the bed, “I wanted to thank you,”

Caitlyn swallowed, diverting her gaze and whipping her head around; pathetically hiding her flushed face, “I don’t know what you are talking about,” She mumbled, biting her lip before turning to Vi and pushing a finger into the woman’s chest, making Vi stumble back slightly with a grin “You have to leave. Now.”

The younger girl’s eyes constantly flickered to the door behind Vi, her eyebrows creasing in deepening worry.

“Caitlyn,” Vi’s voice fell to a deep whine, “I know it may feel like a lot, but I can help you through this, by showing you my thanks,”

Caitlyn flinched away as Vi attempted to cup her face once more, staring up at Vi with large, terrified eyes. Ones that reminded Vi so much of a scared bunny. Ones Vi wouldn’t mind seeing glossed over, salty tears dribbling out as her mouth was caught open in a—

Vi breathed deeply. 

“My mother…” Caitlyn bit her lip, “she'll have you killed if she finds us, I—Vi, please, just go,”

Caitlyn was pleading now, her voice falling to a desperate whimper that didn’t aid in slowing the fire licking up Vi’s stomach, heart falling between her legs as she shuffled in place uncomfortably. Caitlyn had already made her wait this long for some sort of relief after their last meeting, how did the girl expect Vi to control herself? 

“Just make sure to be quiet,” Vi whispered, ducking her head down so she was face-to-face with the girl, their lips mere centimetres apart, “And I’ll make sure you get all my thanks,”

Caitlyn immediately flushed, her cheeks deepening as she choked slightly and tilted her head away, “Vi…”

“Don’t act like you don't want it,” Vi murmured, taking hold of Caitlyn’s arm and laying a chaste kiss to her small wrist, grin widening as Caitlyn huffed and turned such a bright red Vi was pretty sure she felt the heat radiating off of her. She kissed down her arm, pressing lightly into the pale skin as she heard the girl’s breath hitch, her body stiffening as Vi’s face began to get closer and closer to hers. Kissing against her jaw lightly, Vi finally looked up to meet eyes with Caitlyn, pleasantly pleased at the hot mess she had become with just Vi kissing her. The girl looked as if she was about to open her mouth to interject Vi’s sudden act of intimacy, but Vi was faster; leaning in and locking their lips together in a desperate and animalistic-like manner. She couldn’t bear being parted from the girl much longer, all she needed now was Caitlyn on her, their bodies flush together as Vi finally took what she was owed. After so long of waiting, after countless sleepless nights spent with her hand furiously moving beneath her pants to no satisfaction, she had Caitlyn to herself again. All for her, and she’d make sure Caitlyn knew it.

Vi wanted to be the only one to make Caitlyn feel like this, make the girl hit these high peaks of euphoria she’d never felt before. She wanted to be the one Caitlyn felt safe in, the one Caitlyn would fall into for the safety of her arms. If the younger girl wasn’t aware of her need for Vi now, she’d make sure she’d show her.

Vi moved against her lips as if she was on a mission, licking against them and Caitlyn whined into her hot mouth, her pink lips parting as Vi broke a tongue through. Heat swelled deep in Vi as she listened to Caitlyn’s breathy noises, the girl’s hands coming up to grip against her shoulder as she pushed herself into Vi. The pink-haired woman felt herself smile into the kiss, it seemed Caitlyn wasn’t all that opposed to the idea as she made herself out to be. The girl whined again as their lips slotted together wetly, letting Vi push her onto the bed with their mouths still bruisingly connected. Vi lumbered above her, pushing her deeper into the bed as she ran one hand down the girl’s quivering body. The older woman just about disconnected them, gasping lightly as she stared at Caitlyn’s rosy face deepening in colour. Her navy hair splayed behind her, all Vi could think of was how perfect she looked. Never a hair out of place, face perfectly molded symmetrically and large, blown-out blue eyes that Vi couldn’t drag herself away from. Even now, blushing madly and breathing haphazardly, Caitlyn was still as flawless as ever. Vi appreciated this, really, but a tug from deep inside her chest made her want something more. To break this perfect, upper-class girl and mold her rightly into Vi’s hands. Grab hold of her and never let her go. To destroy her beyond repair, so she was only fit for Vi. For the rest of her life. Vi had taken several firsts from her before, but she wasn’t going to stop there. She pined for more, yearned, almost. To sink her teeth deeper and fully grasp. Maybe her idea of protection shielded the deeper urge she felt. The excuses she’d make for wanting to right her mistake with Powder. Sure, she’d like to amend it in some fucked up way and make the guilt clawing at her finally subside. But not in the way she intended. No, she’d protect Caitlyn by breaking her. But, first, she’d have to keep the facade of giving thanks to the girl.

Caitlyn shuffled beneath her, sinking her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes just briefly glanced to the door. Swallowing tightly, “Maybe we should… go,” Caitlyn murmured, “If someone finds us…”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Vi lied. She wasn’t sure, at all, there was probably a higher chance than ever for Caitlyn’s mother to walk through that door. But Vi’s lust overrode her morals, all that mattered now was Caitlyn beneath her. Caitlyn whining and struggling in her strong grasp. Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn—

“We can’t do anything in here,” Caitlyn hissed, her brows slanting in that adorable way whenever she got worried, “We—we shouldn’t be doing anything at all,”

Vi ignored her, moving to kiss below her chin softly, following the soft outline of her collarbone as she dipped deeper, sucking lightly to the pleasure of light sounds from the girl’s lips. Licking up a dark mark she’d made, she found her grey eyes meeting Caitlyn’s blue ones, large and worried and scared. Vi dismissed the swirling of her stomach at the thought, the way the flames inside her licked up higher with every refusal from Caitlyn, her heart burning as she watched the girl struggle to quiet her noises. 

“Just try be quiet, okay?” Vi breathed against her skin, her eyes flickering up to Caitlyn.

“Vi,”

Vi hummed in reply as she brought a teasing hand upwards, crossing across her stomach and lifting her shirt, carefully watching Caitlyn’s face as her mouth opened in a short gasp, her cheeks burning up a bright red. The girl stiffened as Vi moved her shirt fully over her chest, revealing no bra. Vi chuckled, biting the inside of her cheek as she watched Caitlyn’s nipples perking up due to the cold air. Caitlyn whined and tilted her head backwards with two hands covering her face. More pathetic noises fell from her lips as Vi let out another hearty snicker, dragging a cold finger right below the girl’s bust.

“Not wearing a bra,” Vi couldn’t help the teasing remarks that fell from her lips. “Were you waiting for me? Waiting for me to do this?”

Caitlyn moaned, “No—of course not!” She seethed, dragging her hands down her face now, “I just… I was going to bed,”

“Mhm,” Vi hummed, moving a large hand upwards to grope softly at the breast, smirking as Caitlyn’s head fell back in a whine. Ducking her head down, Vi eagerly took a perked nipple into her mouth, flattening her rough tongue against it as she droned against the supple skin. Caitlyn instantly bit into her hand, her small body arching upwards into the heat of Vi’s mouth. Sucking lightly, she brought another nimble hand up to pinch at the girl’s other nipple, unwilling to leave it unattended.  She relished in Caitlyn’s noises, even more so in the desperate way she covered them up. Biting harshly into her hand as her head dipped in smothered noises of pleasure. Moving to the next nipple, Vi let her hand run down, needy to get things moving and finally get what she came for. Her head was hot with need, dizzy thoughts of Caitlyn beneath her, writhing, blocking any other thought. Caitlyn gripped the sheets as Vi’s hand pushed under her pants, wasting no time in running two fingers up the wetness of her panties. Caitlyn’s breath hitched as she held her hand to her mouth, her hips bucking up eagerly into Vi’s hand. She continued to pet her wetness slowly, grazing her teeth against a nipple and revelating in the way the girl’s wetness only grew.

“Mmh—Vi, I think that's—ah—I think that’s enough,” Caitlyn whimpered, moving her moist hand from her mouth.

Vi shook her head slowly, “I know it’s a lot, but I’m not done,” Vi looked up, deeply through her eyebrows, “You want to help me, don’t you? Want me to give you my thanks?”

Caitlyn pinched her lips, “I don’t… I don’t know…”

Vi felt her eyebrow twitch. Ignoring it, she continued, “I love you, Cait, I’d never do anything you wouldn’t enjoy,” Widening her eyes and tilting her head, she continued, “Don’t you know that?”

Caitlyn let out a deep breath, her eyes glossing over as she squeaked out, “I do,”

“Good girl,” Vi murmured, not missing the slight buck of Caitlyn’s hips at the praise, “so just stay still for me, okay?”

Caitlyn nodded, and Vi sat herself up, still grinning at the absolute size difference between the two. Vi’s hands touched each other as she wrapped them around the girl’s waist, dwarfing her in her large arms and strong back. Vi couldn’t get over just how brittle she looked beneath her, so valuable and fragile and ready for Vi to break. It was too easy, right there for Vi’s taking. 

She adjusted the loose pants she wore for the occasion, smirking at the prominent bulge of her strap. Caitlyn seemed to notice it too, her eyes widening instantly as she attempted to shuffle away slightly, though Vi’s steadfast grasp on her smaller body kept her in place. 

“Relax,” Vi moved her hand from under Caitlyn’s pants, now bringing them up to help drag the fabric down until Caitlyn was bare. The girl shuffled, seemingly stuck in place as she let Vi take what she wanted, “‘s just a strap,”

“Will it… hurt?” Caitlyn asked in a hazy breath. 

Vi almost laughed again, clearing her throat as she responded, “It shouldn’t,” Vi shuffled out of her pants, watching Caitlyn as her eyes ran up and down the large length of the strap-on. Vi spat into her hand and then, using it, dragged it up and down the plastic. She didn’t miss the way Caitlyn’s breathed paused, the way her eye’s flickered with something new in them as she watched Vi jerk off the fake cock. Vi couldn’t get enough of the shock on her face, like a deer caught in headlights. So pure and innocent, Vi felt the need to hold her down and take her quickening with each breath she took. She moved a finger to Caitlyn’s wet folds, opening them up and feeling water begin to pool in her mouth at the sight. At the state, Caitlyn is in. All whiny and shaky, bucking hips into Vi’s fingers and her wetness practically seeping out of her. She was begging for this, as politely and poise as a Kiramman could beg. The thought of it alone—of good girl Caitlyn Kiramman laying back and letting a Zaunite woman take what she wanted from her—filled Vi with so much pleasure that heat struck right down to her core in an instant. She was so horny she felt as though she’d explode from the pressure.

Letting another small glob of spit fall onto the plastic—and not missing how Caitlyn’s eyes follow it, almost with desire—Vi lined herself up with Caitlyn, gripping onto her soft thighs and wrapping them around her like she had dreamed of doing ever since she caught small glances of milky white legs all those weeks ago in the shop. It had all led to this. Caitlyn, always so proper, now trembling beneath her, her small body caged in by Vi. And the girl was enjoying it. Maybe she was enjoying it just as much as Vi.

She pushed her hips forward, letting the strap move between Caitlyn’s wet folds before she met her entrance, thrusting herself in with a grunt as if she could actually feel the tightness of Caitlyn. And, fuck, was Caitlyn tight. Vi was barely able to get the tip in as Caitlyn’s walls immediately sucked around the ridges of the fake cock, the younger girl whining unabashedly as her eyes glossed over in salty tears. 

“It’s—much—too big, Vi, oh gods—” Vi ignored her protests, sinking in deeper to make her words turn to nothing but inconsistent babbling as her thick strap filled her up. Vi finally bottomed out, groaning as she pushed the strap to the hilt inside Caitlyn, now looking down on the girl to take in the sight before her. All laid out, beautifully, just for Vi. Only Vi would see her like this, writhing against her silk sheets as her mouth opened in heavy gasps, her hair scattered across the bed and her eyes glassy. She was perfect, even now. Even with Vi inside her, stretching her, using her almost. 

Caitlyn was flushed, her pale face striking with the red of her cheeks. Vi swallowed gruffly and let her eyes drag down the girl’s body, her mind dizzying as she saw the small bump of the fake cock in the girl’s stomach, filling her to the brim. Just the thought alone, of Vi splitting her open and taking her for herself sent so many waves of heat throughout her that she felt her legs wobble as she struggled to stand upright. With one last glance to Caitlyn’s face, watching as the girl worried a lip between her teeth and gazed at Vi with worried eyes, Vi slowly pulled herself out. She grunted as Caitlyn’s tightness clung onto her, a sheen of wetness covering the plastic. Vi decided to test the waters, thrusting back in again and jutting her hips forward swiftly; giving Caitlyn barely any time to react as she began her aggressive thrusts in and out of the girl. Caitlyn tipped her head back, squeaking each time Vi would push all the way into her, only to whine pathetically when Vi moved back out. Vi gripped her hips, wrapping her large hands around her and using her almost like a ragdoll to force her down to meet with each of her thrusts. 

Leaning over her small body, Vi met Caitlyn face to face, ghosting her lips over the girl’s open mouth and kissing lightly on the edge of it. “You take it so well,” She mumbled, moving down to kiss lightly at her neck, “just needed to be fucked to remind you what you want, hm?” Caitlyn cried at that, quickly shoving a hand on her face as she let out a number of obscene noises, some of them in pleasure, others seeming to deny Vi’s accusations. Vi grinned, slamming into her suddenly to watch the girl break as the fake cock dragged against her insides, filling her too suddenly and too soon. Moving up, Vi peeled the girl’s hand from her mouth, moving it up to her lips to kiss softly.

“My cock feel that good?” Vi teased, unsure if Caitlyn could even hear her words with how her head now lolled back as her body shuttered with each of Vi’s thrusts. But she continued anyway, much for her own satisfaction, “knew you’d like it, all good little girls like you love being treated like whores.”

Caitlyn seemed to hear that last word, a deep noise from her chest bellowing out her mouth as Vi placed a hand over her mouth, cutting her off.

“Told you to be quiet,” Vi hushed, dragging her fingers against Caitlyn’s lips before prodding a finger against them and shoving the digit inside, immediately being met with Caitlyn gagging and spit bubbling at the edge of her lips. Vi moved them in deeper, stroking them against the girl’s hot tongue as the pads of her fingers pushed down, “don’t you wanna be good for me?” Vi simpered slightly.

Caitlyn barely nodded, her noises muffled by the digits shoved down her throat. Vi took it as a yes anyway, groaning as she pounded faster, more desperately, into the girl. She wished she could feel the cock, feel the warmth of Caitlyn and how she tightened around it, feel her body spasming as Vi would unload into her, filling her with long ribbons of white. Fuck, imagining it was just getting Vi closer and closer as the harness nudged against her clit. She looked to Caitlyn, who was arched against the bed, lips wrapped around Vi’s large fingers as she allowed herself to be manoeuvred to the older woman’s liking around her cock. The sight of Caitlyn tipped her over. The sight of good, always poise Caitlyn now laid beneath her like a fuckdoll, taking Vi in and allowing her to rip her innocence away. Allowing her to break her.

Vi leaned down, biting into Caitlyn’s shoulder as her body rippled, her orgasm hitting her hard as she felt Caitlyn tremor beneath her, surely hitting her peak too. Vi bottomed out a final time, her mind emptying and her entire vision whitening as a flurry of emotions hit her all at once. Caitlyn’s hips wildly bucked into her own, the girl now moaning against Vi’s fingers like an animal in heat. They stayed like that for a few seconds, as Vi dragged her fingers from the warmth of her mouth and unclenched her jaw from where she was lodged onto the girl’s shoulder, smirking slightly as she saw the prominent bite mark left. Caitlyn's breaths were heavy, her entire body shaking as her chest rose and fell prominently. Vi picked herself up, listening to Caitlyn groan as she pulled the fake cock out and undid the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a clanking noise. She immediately fell onto the bed beside Caitlyn, letting the cold air from the window wash over her hot skin.

Vi looked to the girl, “How was that for a thank you?”

Caitlyn grumbled.

Vi chuckled, stroking a hand against the girl's face as she tilted it to meet her eyes. Caitlyn’s wide eyes met her, sparking something in Vi’s chest as the girl swallowed deeply, licking her lips.

“I don’t…” Caitlyn blushed, “I don’t know how to feel about any of this, this is… it’s wrong, isn’t it?”

Vi shrugged, “if it’s wrong, why does it feel good?”

Caitlyn didn’t reply, and Vi continued, “I love you, Cait,” She murmured, leaving in to kiss the girl’s cheek softly, loving the way she would stiffen in her grasp, “It really hurts me to think you don’t feel same,” Vi kissed her again, brushing against her lips, “you do, don’t you?”

Caitlyn choked, “I do,” though her voice wavered, unsure.

“No one will love you as much as I do right now,” Vi whispered, moving two fingers below Caitlyn’s chin to tilt it up, “you can’t take that for granted, can you?”

Caitlyn shook her head.

“Good girl,” and she kissed her again. And again. And as many times as she could, because she knew now that Caitlyn was her’s. They both knew, that even if Caitlyn still wavered, Vi always knew how to string her back in.

Though, in unconventional means.

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Caitlyn returned to Benzo’s after that, though more conserved than she usually was. Somehow she managed to soften up around Vi, though her shoulders tensed and her breathing increased whenever Jayce would leave the girl alone with the older woman. Vi knew it was progress, knew it especially when some days—after she’d be teaching Caitlyn something very important in the backend of the shop—the girl would leave a shy, shaky kiss on her lips. Before she reddened as Jayce called for her, and pinched her lips and ran off with a grinning Vi staring after her. Ekko hadn’t said anything when Caitlyn had started hanging out with them more, nor Vander either when the girl would sometimes end up at one of his and Vi’s late nights in at the Last Drop. He had no reason to be concerned. Not when Cassandra Kiramman had been a great help in solidifying Zaun's independence, and an even greater help to Vander alone. However, it was slightly awkward when Vander introduced Vi to Cassandra and her daughter on one of the nights she’d assisted him to Topside, and she’d had to act like it wasn’t only the other night Caitlyn was on her knees in the back of the last drop, taking in Vi’s much too large strap as she touched herself beneath her school skirt. When she would have to say goodbye to Cassandra and act like when Vander and her were off in another room talking, Vi didn’t have her daughter pinned up to the wall as she ate her out with a strong grip on her thighs.

Well, at least with their parent's acquaintances now, there came a few perks.

After everything, though, the best of Vi’s nights were always shared with Caitlyn, running her hands through her violet hair and knowing right then and there, that Caitlyn was safe. That Caitlyn would forever be protected by her, would forever be with her, and would forever be hers. That gave Vi satisfaction, gave her a sense of relief she had never felt before.

She’d never let anything happen to Caitlyn, she wouldn’t make that mistake again. She had control.