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Violet woke up near noon, unfortunately.
Not unfortunate because of the time, but because she was alive and breathing.

She just couldn’t wait to eagerly punch out the uncontainable anger latching inside of her being, unloading it onto whoever came by.

She’d spent months living like this, despite her promise to stop once the raw, disgusting feeling stopped smothering her very existence.

Until it didn’t. She’d waited unpleasantly long, and quite felt gratified at the end, if there ever was one.

To alleviate her intractable insticts, escapism joined her life, and with that, came everything else; the drinks, the drugs, and depreciation accompanying her in solitude.

Not very far from where Vi’s life was unfolding, an orange sun set in the Piltover sky as it was a fairly regular morning for Caitlyn Kiramman, whose pain was hidden yet inmortal.

The death of her late mother, disappearance of a lifelong friend, and let’s say, her former ‘situationship’ was too complicated to even consider it a relationship.

She’d finally awokened to a peaceful morning, due past a couple months, though she was sure that’d tranquility would be temporary.

She’d been awake since dawn, making the concise effort of not allowing the past to cloud her mind.

Grief wasn’t something she was used to, but it is what she’ll be stuck with for the rest of her painridden life, no matter how ardous her work was to ignore it, drown it, or kill it.

It wasn’t a quick shift from being just an enforcer more on Piltovers team to being the city’s “leader”, leaving aside whatever she was brainwashed to be. She didn’t have the energy to discuss it at such a critical, advanced point.

She promised herself, after making every decision in honor of her mother’s absence, that she’d leave that path as soon as she felt avenged.

But she still feels the emptiness. Her soul keeps mourning, positive she’s never gonna get rid of it. If the feeling is confined in her esse, then she must simply act as she wised, as long as it was in correspondance to revenge.

Hand in hand to that, came the anger, the desperation, the contradictions, and everything else that occupied her head.

They both had some confidence. Something would work out.

Vi was thinking of who to confront today, taking another nap,

while Caitlyn’s mind wandered on who to avoid today.

She was bathing in water and thoughts,
after “forgetting” a meeting with the council. She had better things to do, just not having it, and there was no danger to having a day for herself. Very weird words for a workaholic.

Violet had awoken again at three, considering she could finally let somebody lose. She was tired of winning while simultaneously failing in life, so exposure therapy would benefit her anger issues, she lied.

Standing in her tiny kitchen that only had a rusty stovetop and a leaking fridge, a fresh gauze wrapped up her scar up with a brown bandage securing it.

She hasn’t been tending to it that much since the déjà vu caused by its origin wasn’t a cherised memory.

Whatever they wanted to achieve this wicked day, was purely out of convinience.

Taking long showers was a terror for Caitlyn, so she resorted to daily baths of milk and honey. You can thank Jinx for that, as she started to neglect her tall, glass shower for a large, marble tub, spacing out an hour to rest in lukewarm bubbles, avoiding the relation from it to Vi and her sister, sadly.

The irking feeling of stepping into a shower limited her, though after getting accustomed to her baths, she didn’t have to rely on that constant fear.

She was just getting into her enforcer uniform dressed when a redhead woman barged into her room, apparently in a rush, or just overconfidence regarding Caitlyn’s boundaries.

“Commander. Miss Merdada wishes to speak with you.” It was awkward, if comments are necessary.

Maddie knew she was destined to lead another path without her, but she didn’t believe in destiny to protect her feelings. They’d slept together for a while, purely transactional. At least for Caitlyns side, where feelings weren’t involved.

Caitlyn looked down as her fingers were on her uniform, slowly buttoning it up. Not only was she interrupted in her own room, but in the process of dressing. She looked up again into Maddie’s pitiful eyes, a scowl now in Caityn’s face.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon. And, I hope it’s clear; have no right to interrupt me in the morning.— Maddie stared at her in shame—Go now.”

What commander orders, commander gets.

Vi was letting out steam on a punching bag near her bed. She had that, a vanity, and a closet.

Ever since her girlfriend had left her in a sewer half a year ago, she found no other solution than to go back to the only place she called home before, Zaun.

She’d suffered the consequence of helping though it contradicted her own personal conflicts and morals, despite the motivation, and maybe even love, that fueled her.

She wasn’t well respected at first. No one liked a person who betrayed her land. She had no one, no safety net, no cash, no direction.

Given her only homes in the past were a prison and a bar, a wrestling net didn’t sound absurdly terrible. She dyed her hair, hid from citizens, her sole purpose those 6 months being to let go.

She built herself up until she found this small apartment she was getting ready in.

It was a cycle of waking up late, fighting, getting ready, preparing for a fight, leaving her apartment, fighting, then drinking and dancing until she didn’t have a conscience.

She had some help ocassionally, but that ended up sabotaged.

She was alone.

…

The young enforcer, in a much higher position now, was called to meet up with the council that afternoon despite her not going earlier.

For whatever reason it was, Caitlyn wasn’t annoyed. She walked towards them, her front as neutral as possible.
The snobby, high class group greeted her, masking their regular rudeness with performative elegance.

“Kiramman. Your abscense was felt this morning, since you failed to join us this morning’s meeting. Any explanation for your lack of assistance?—

Mel looked around to observe the fellow commitee.

—We spoke about a matter you should have heard. Due your lack of responsibility, we are handing the process to you. You’re on the job, in Zaun.” Another member mentioned.

“That is not your business. I have larger responsibilities. While I’m aware that I’m affiliated to the council, this job you’re imposing on me is not coming from agreement.” Caitlyn stated.

“Agreement, you say? But we’ve all decided on this.” The man named Salo added, his tone punishing.

“That’s clear to me. Yet it’s one sided. I have the will to not assist to these… meetings.” Caitlyn cleared her throat.

“We’re all upset from your rebellious behavior! Of course we decided you should hold responsibility. Do as you may, I guess.”

Another member wished to speak, but the woman dressed in gold silenced him.

“You’re reluctant today. We shall make a deal, in this case. You hear our proposal, and simply decide if you… take the offer.” Mel smiled, knowing Caitlyn would decline.

“I’m all ears.” Caitlyn kept her composure.

“The requirements are simple. There’s this… bar, where a gang reunites every evening, and I think it’s connected to you-know-what. You must go to the undercity and collect information.” Mel ordered.

Caitlyn wondered why a commander would do an enforcers work. She’d never received a consequence, so why now?

“So foolish. Connecting the undercity to crimes as per usual, not considering your mistakes. And this mission you want me to do, is not mine to fulfill. May I leave?”

Caitlyn must admit, she missed having the time to solve a problem and have something on her mind. Therefore, she decided to look into this pub, behind their backs.

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It was pitch black when Caitlyn arrived at the noisy, crowded location she’d spent a couple hours researching.

Dozens of people surrounded the drinking lounge, some speaking or eating with company, and a big majority of people watching the boxing stance.

It was between an ogre and another ogre looking guy.

Drinking around the pub, was Vi. She’d been exhausted from her match and was now on her fourth beverage, the impact from her scar even more intense, a headache now bothering her.

Caitlyn was looking around for clues, clearly not fitting in, when the same woman she’d been fighting to forget, showed up clearer than a memory.

“You.” Caitlyns face seemed to gleam at her. But Vi knew she wasn’t.

“Hey there, lonely girl.” Vi smiled.

Caitlyn’s brows curved downwards, taken aback from her indifference.

“You’re here again.” Still no reaction. Was she insane?

“Missed me?” she kept a physical distance.

“Yeah. I do.” Vi responded. Caitlyn’s inner confusion showed on her face.

“What does that mean? Forgot your english?” She joked.

Vi’s glass dropped on the floor as her hands reached her forehead.

“You always played games, my mind’s joining in on the fun now. Maybe I was always the problem.” guilt tattoing onto Vi’s skin as she spoke.

“No you were not. I wish I understood you.” Two women sharing the same feeling.

“Just what I wanted to hear, but it’s not coming from you—

She caressed her own forehead trying to console the headache

—if you were actually here, you’d be reminding me how bad I am.” Maybe that feeling would be love.

“Vi… that doesn’t matter to me.” Caitlyn looked down.

“Oh, but it does to me. I know you think I don’t care but, I wouldn’t like it if you saw me like this.” Maybe it’d be shame.

“What if i were real?” Caitlyn worried.

“Well, we wouldn’t be here.” Vi smirked smugly.

Violet’s “hallucination” rolled her eyes and left. Why was it not pleasing her right now? Must she let it be?

No, it is everyday she encounters Caitlyn’s silhouette, but not everyday she reaches in.

The bluenettes thoughts were distancing and intrusive. She didn’t want to be “real”. But she wished she could jump into Vi’s arms and tell her how sorry she is, how much regret she truly feels.

“A glass of… whatever, please.” The woman asked. She wore a black dress and black heels.

“Same the lady’s having.” She winked.

“You’re a pushover.” Caitlyn groaned.

“I’ve never seen you with our hair curled. My mind is great.” Violet said with awe, leaning on the drinking lounge’s table.

“Your mind is rotten, perverted and full of slop. How could you dare to imagine me differently?” Caitlyn started entertaining Vi, watching her sip up a blue, sparkly drink.

Admit it, she felt guilty, but next encounter with her would very highly be a conflict. Didn’t stop her from missing Vi. She’d die for a real minute back with her.

“Makes sense. I see you everywhere but I feel like I’m forgetting your face.” Vi winked, covering up her indignant facade.

“Why are you talking like I’m real?” Caitlyn spat out.

“I love you.” Caitlyn kept on drinking like it was an avoid Vi card.

“I love it when you tease me like this.” Vi continued.

Caitlyn’s expression paused. “Like what?” Vi took a seat on the tabouret next to her.

“Like you hate me and then play innocent.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You love me.” Vi confirmed.

“What if I don’t, Vi? What if I don’t love you?” Their bodies got closer together.

“You wouldn’t say that.” Vi spoke, dumbfounded.

“How do you know I wouldn’t?”

“I miss you.” Vi whined.

I miss you too. Will you love me though I’ve changed?

“Don’t… miss me that much, I’ve changed plenty.” Violet felt the soft skin of Cait’s legs on hers.

Vi was convinced this was another woman, or maybe a ghost. Even if it was the air filling up her lungs, she didn’t care. It was closest to what she had long ago.

“I like you. Even if you’ve changed.”

“Well, you’ve changed for the worse.” Caitlyn said firmly.

Violet just giggled, staring into those eyes she never thought she’s see again.

“Nothing would make me forget you. I swear, my underlying motive is to make these fighters hit me in the head, and even if I forget it all, you’d be what I remember over my own name. And look, it’s written on my face.”

Caitlyn saw it again. That smile.

Vi could speak in riddles to her, in another language, or whisper pure lies, but Caitlyn would always be swayed.

She didn’t know if it was the person she fell in love with, or the words Vi sweetly uttered.  Whatever it was, she couldn’t care for words. Or love words. And she certainly couldn’t kiss words.

A minute didn’t pass after Vi’s silly joke when Caitlyn’s lips approached hers, and she noticed, from the fervor and comfort of the moment, that Caitlyn kissed her.

Caitlyn kissed Vi.

Out of character for a Vi hallucination, but no one on 5 drinks is gonna care.

Tomorrow, this will all be a distant memory.

Let her sink in the moment.

She can’t have Caitlyn Kiramman, no way. She’s dead to her.

Except, she wasn’t. She was the reason she lived.

She was life to her.

And when the hapless moment came that she opened her eyes, hoping to gaze into hers, there was no one.

It was just her mind playing games.

She was convinced that day she was the problem.

Outside of the pub, Caitlyn’s cold hands were still covering her own mouth. She wanted to see her again. To feel her again. But would it be fair to deceive her?

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Next evening, Caitlyn saw her match. She felt haunted, but Vi still performed well.

“Like my skills?” Vi spoke. Caitlyn looked down at her drink, her fingers gliding across the salt on its brim.

“Goodnight, Vi.” She mumbled, taking her salty finger to her mouth.

“You just got here. Where are you going?” Vi’s fiery gaze died down.

The woman disappeared out of thin air, a clear example of Vi’s messy head.

“Goodnight… Cait.” She felt the loss again, of always being abandonded, of always being forgotten.

Night after night after night, Caitlyn showed up at the bar without ever missing, always avoiding the sight of her, only observing that shadow, hiding beneath other people’s dancing figure, trying hard to ignore the woman in the fighting net.

But that wicked night, as one of their own wicked games, Vi approached Caitlyn to take her out of the shadows, leaving her with no other choice but to go through with conversation.

“You look different everyday. Or maybe I don’t remember you the way I think I do.” Vi sat down on the same tabouret again, breathless from one of her matches.

“You’re the life of the party. Shouldn’t you know everyone?” She whispered with glass in hand, the irony evident since Vi’d just finished her fight.

“Funny you say that, actually. I’m just as lonely as you are, beautiful figment of my mind.” Vi sighed, looking down at the wooden table.

“Am I really alone if I’m with you?” Caitlyn asked, Vi’s looking at her lips now. She quickly drifted back to looking at nothing.

“That’s subjective. Maybe… maybe you’re just not, living in the moment. Stoners live in between dimensions, so yeah, I live in the past, present, everywhere.” She babbled.

Caitlyn giggled. “That has nothing to do with my question.”

“I know.” The black haired woman smiled, the dye slowing but surely coming off in no time from all the sweat.

“You know, you make me feel less like… this.” The bluenette’s fingers fidgeted with a coaster.

“Like.. what?”

“You know what I mean.” The taller woman bit her bottom lip. Vi took a minute to let the awkwardness sit in, then spoke.

“Will you stay, even for the night? I’m tired of you leaving so soon, that’s not very nice.” Caitlyn smiled sweetly in response.

“Vi, I never wanted to be like this.”

“Forget about that. I still need you even if the world does too. Who will it be, me or them?”

Caitlyn pursed her lips. “You.” She affirmed.

The woman left a tip beneath her cup like she’d done yesterday and a fortnight before, without Vi noticing.

“I… I have to go now.” Caitlyn said. She got up from where she was seated.

Vi’s warm gray eyes locked onto her tragic gaze, beseeching closure.

Caitlyn noticed how her derelict, messy hair was getting in the way, brushing the lock into Vi’s ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She waved, her pace a little too fast for what a dreamy hallucination would persue. At least she said her farewells tonight.

“Bye… Cait.” Violet still felt Caitlyn’s hands on her temple.

Today, something was off.

But, maybe Vi was off too.

Though her mind lied, alcohol didn’t. She had a lot of drinks that night. She’d just forget about this tomorrow.

But, how come?

This just couldn’t be her mind tricking her like that, not again.

She stormed to the door where Caitlyn just walked out.

The confusion, and later realization sinking in.

She’d already left.

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Caitlyn’s life had returned to her normal pace. She’d got used to working, then going to the pub late.

Violet, however, was not enjoying a single second.

When Vi got home by dark, the apprehension in her head was a plague. Her thoughts spread like one, and were deadly like one.

Vi couldn’t fathom why Caitlyn would trouble her in that manner unless she wanted to torture her.

She was sick of this. She was sick of herself. She didn’t move a single muscle all day, and did not go to her match as scheduled.

Vi didn’t have a reason anymore to go to the pub, she felt like she’d lost everything she was hoping for her life. There was no purpose in beating her anger up at this point.

She couldn’t handle the look on Caitlyn’s face when she would see her, diving back into her blue eyes without a doubt, forgiving her. 

Dusk came by, and all Vi had done was sleep. She grabbed a bottle of fancy whiskey the old owners had left, filling up a glass to the brim. She made a face when she finished doing that, full of regret.

She wasn’t going to drink from it, at least not right now. She stared into the cup until her mind went blank, then suddenly grabbed it from the base to walk “outside”.

She sat on the window of her very small apartment, looking down from all the others. It was where she spent most days looking at the sunset before she’d leave for a match. Sometimes she’d sit down on the stairs beneath it. Today, she did just that and left her glass on a small, though high chair.

She could hear from afar how the match began, and contestants started fighting.

It made her smile how confused she was. Dedicating her life to fighting was just what she wanted, but not this way, not with all this dread of living a unredeemable life.

Vi was just about to fall asleep on the wooden stairs next to her apartment, when a familiar voice spoke. “Vi!” Her heart jumped.

The woman was indeed her, in pure flesh, staring at Vi as if she knew what she’d done. But Caitlyn wasn’t going to let that ruin her particularly happy mood.

“You again.” Vi didn’t look at her. She instead looked, or rather stared, at her big shiny glass to replace the beauty of her big shiny eyes.

It was the same glass she decided not to drink in an attempt of sobriety, but Caitlyn coming back into her life meant she started craving the quick hit again, so having just a little buzz to distract herself right in front of her was too tempting.

“Missed my face?” Caitlyn’s face lit up, and Vi’s turned to meet hers.

She didn’t seem as giddy and excited to see Caitlyn, contrary to all the days where it seemed like her issues all left as Caitlyn came.

“Go away.” Caitlyns smile turned a frown.

“I saw you considering to drink that. Are you really gonna risk it, because of me?”

“Well now there you’re here, messing me up again, a sip doesn’t sound half bad.” Vi’s eyes drifted back to the cup.

“You were so enthusiastic last night.” Caitlyn’s voice gloomy.

“Yeah, cause I thought it was all in my head. Stop playing with me.” Vi tutted.

“Vi.—Caitlyn paused—I’m sorry.” She truly meant it.

But Vi didn’t want an apology. She didn’t need it.

If people were just going to apologize in the end, even after all the dishonesty, then what is the point in having them, just to repeat the identical pain?

Vi was tired of people making mistakes and getting past them, she just wanted someone perfect.

Yet, Vi herself was flawed, because she wished that perfect someone was the woman in front of her.

The woman that wanted her no matter her faults, no matter her rage.

The woman that wanted to fix all she saw wrong, yet had intentions all the contrary to that.

She wanted to love her, trainwreck or not.

But, how?

No, Vi couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t allow herself to have Caitlyn.

If she did, she wished it was to humilliate her. To disregard her selfish feelings. To be treated like all the things she hated, but at least she didn’t have to hear those sorry lies.

If Caitlyn ever gazed deep into her lovingly again, it was to remind her no one is going to be perfect, though she was exactly what she wants.

“On the job, I see. Am I just a project to you or why are you ‘visiting’ me every single day?”

“No! Vi…Vi, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I tricked you, I… never meant to hurt you.” Caitlyn implored.

“You think I’m just gonna forget?” Vi scoffed.

“What?” Caitlyn’s eyes were as helpless as a puppy’s.

“You see me for who I am. I’ve disappointed you too.” Vi’s mouth stinged at every word she uttered.

“So… what? Like my life’s been alright without you? I’ve seen your front, you’re pathetic now.”

“Big words for a commander.”

“How do you know?” Caitlyn’s gaze turned vulnerable as previously.

“I’m obssesed with you. I’ve seen you. I’m considering if thats love.” Vi deadpanned.

“Oh, you love me.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

“Yeah? Prove it.” Violet sneered, getting on her feet, closer to her.

“How am I supposed to prove you love me, idiot. I’m sure you don’t even care for me.”Caitlyn spat out.

“I… I don’t know. You figure it out.” Violet bit back.

“Sure. I’m always the one that has to come back to your arms.

I wish I just left you… rotting in jail right now. I should’ve left you in the club.” 

“You forgot me.” Violet said aggresively.

“Don’t say that.” Caitlyn contradicted herself. She cared, but she was too proud to let her guard down.

“God, I hate you. You don’t have a single clue of how many nights you consumed my mind.

You notice what you made me do? I’m a fucking disaster! I’m a fucking disaster that lives in a wasteland.” She sighed angrily.

“Quit bitching around. I let you around me, let you live in my home convinced you’d be in it for good. Now I’m a bloody mess too, and it’s all because I..!

…It’s all because I left you. And I’m glad I did.” Caitlyn glared.

“Fuck you.” Violet intoned.

“Hah, I’d like to see you try.” She pouted.

“Oh, you’re flipping it on me now? You think I can’t handle a whore like you?” Violet laughed weakly.

“Unless you don’t prove it. Or do I have to figure that out too?” Caitlyn said adamantly. Their lips were just centimetres from eachother, Violet’s hands on Caitlyn’s torso, catching her eyes gaze restlessly on Vi’s mouth.

”Am I that predictable?”

Her lips crashed aggresively into Vi’s, grazing and nipping eachother with every kiss, their tongues leaving no space left there to breathe.

Caitlyn felt as her body was guided into the large window during the kiss, her back falling onto the floor.

“Ow.” Caitlyn sneered.

“What, you want to stay on the floor? Does it hurt too much?” Violet mocked, preparing to to get up until she heard Caitlyn speak again.

“Anywhere without you.” Caitlyn lied.

“Can you behave for once?” Vi straddled her on the cold floor of her apartment, settling for the floor. She could just tell when she lied.

“Just… do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m desperate.” She looked away.

“Cait…” Vi wanted to remember what she looked like. The softness in her face, the smug look she gave her though she was sure to give in anyways.

“You don’t get to call me that. It’s Commander Kiramman to you.” She snickered.

“Fuck that.” Vi ignored her words, pushing her tongue into Caitlyn’s mouth as she unbuttoned her white dress shirt.

Vi took in the view of her, Caitlyn later smacking her face jokingly as she continued what Vi didn’t finish.

“You’re distracted. You’re going to lose.” Caitlyn claimed, as she unzipped her pants, revealing a navy blue lace set.

“How can I lose to you?” Vi scowled.

“I’m not betting on anyone, you know.” Her eyes drifted away from her, but Caitlyn didn’t like when she broke eye contact, guiding her jaw towards her face.

“I’m… I’m going down on you.” Vi spoke, her voice already sounding a bit exhausted.

“Great, you can shut up for once.” Caitlyn scowled.

Vi kept her word, her mouth making contact with one of her thighs, lifted, while her hands touched through her bralette.

Her movements were similar, pressing and pinching on her tits while her other hand caressed up from her waist down to her hip, the tip of her tongue licking gently between her legs.

“Vi. w-wait..” Caitlyn exhaled.

“What now?” Violet spoke, pausing as she wished.

“No, nothing. Go on” She said.

It didn’t take Vi much time to continue, her thumb pressing on her tits hard enough to cause her back to arch.

Her mouth, though, went back to her hip. She slightly closened her legs, grazing the thong with her teeth, later pulling them away with swift movement.

“I thought you weren’t desperate.” Vi stared. She breathed hotly on Caitlyn, the sensation making her jump.

Vi teasingly bit her thigh and played with her folds, her mouth going back down to peck on Caitlyn’s pussy, before she pushed her tongue in. She started circling it out, licking up and down, neglecting the very top. Caitlyn despised this type of ‘foreplay’.

“Vi, just fuck me already.” She muttered.

She smiled, and when Vi picked up both legs over her shoulders, was when she really started to feel her.

The small shift in her position allowed Vi to comfortably lick on her clit, circling it repeatly, then sucking it slowly like she was trying to kiss it. Caitlyn watched how Vi buried her face in her legs, the image turning her on beyond limit.

Vi’s fingertips gently moved around the inside of her legs as her hands were placed on her thigh, holding her up.

The flick of Vi’s tongue started being more predictable, eventually building up her climax.

Caitlyn wasn’t quiet as she came though, her cries filling the room, as Vi stared into her eyes every single time.

But, Vi didn’t stop there. As soon as she noticed Caitlyn’s orgasm dying down, she hurried two of her fingers into her. The sudden intrusion made her squirm to the touch, as she begun to thrust into her, digging deeper with every movement.

“Vi- it’s too much.” She twined.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Vi sighed.

“I-I love you inside of me.” Caitlyn sobbed.

“Yeah, Kiramman? Be good. Be a good girl. You’re no commander. You’re nothing. You’re just mine. You’re my whore.” Caitlyn shriked beneath Vi, as she inserted a third, curling into her fast as if she was trying to create a vibration. “You’re… rough.”

“So that’s how you like it, huh?” Vi smirked.

“S-shut up” Caitlyn struggled to speak as those fingers pumped inside of her, too intense she had started crashing down, her pitch getting higher and her groans shorter even when followed by each other.

“What else do you want, huh? What else could you ask for?”

“J-just you.”

“You know, I have a strap-on, unless you’re feeling too petty for me” Vi stated, indifferent from Caitlyn’s euphoria.

“No, I-I want it.” Caitlyn blurted out.

“Who told you you could have it, huh? What will it take for you to convince me?” Vi said.

“I want you. Your fingers aren’t enough.” Caitlyn said, despite Vi’s fingers being shoved inside of her. She regretted that, as Vi abruptly stopped.

“You’re so impatient. If you would’ve waited, you could have gotten both.” Vi pouted her lips.

“But— Vi!!” Caitlyn bitched.

Caitlyn sat on the floor and took off her already tampered bralette, as Vi looked for the strap on.

Vi walked back towards her, putting on the blue harness as she watched, her eyes drifting somewhere else.

“Floor or kitchen? My bed’s not comfortable enough.” Caitlyn stared restlessly at her figure, observing how hungrily Vi looked at her, fully naked. “Both.”

Vi laughed, sitting back down to straddle Caitlyn on the cold wooden floor, lowering herself down for them to make contact.

She slid her cock up and down for lubrication, though focusing on Cait’s already beat up clit, to rapidly push herself in with no mercy, with no notice.

Caitlyn groaned. “Look who’s desperate now, cupcake?”

“A-aall of it. Now.” Caitlyn demanded.

“How about we ask nicely, commander?”

“N-no. I get what I want.” She shivered.

“You’re so bratty. I don’t want to fuck a brat.” Vi slowly started pulling out, threatening her.

“No, stop! Vi, please! Fuck me. Please! Fuck me and only me.” She begged.

“Fine.” Vi pushed herself back in, her length gliding. When she finally settled her cock in fully, she heard Caitlyn wail in pain.

“I thought it didn’t hurt, since you seemed so thirsty.” Vi wondered, a grin on her face.

“Just- stay like this for a minute.” Caitlyn asked of her, she then held her body, as Vi held her hips, forming an angle against her.

After a literal minute, she tugged on her hair, with a inconsolable, hungry look, inciting her to start moving.

Vi started slowly pumping inside of her, reaching Caitlyn’s gripping neck then taking it out nearly, only going back to aggresively hit on her a-spot, watching how her body bounced once she moved quicker.

Caitlyn’s ankles we’re on Vi’s waist, allowing her to pound further inside, her noisy moans incomprehensible.

Vi thrusted deeper into Caitlyn, surprisingly seeing her ecstasy too quickly. Normally it takes a while, but Caitlyn was just too excited.

She pounded into Caitlyn’s needy cunt, her vision starting to blur as her eyes filled up with wet tears, falling down her cheeks as she closed her eyes shut everytime the feeling dawned on her.

“I-I love you. Iloveyouiloveuouo iloveyou” Caitlyn whined.

Vi’s expression turned bitter.

“What if I don’t? What if I don’t love you?”

“Then I-I… fuck… you’re so big” The woman groaned.

“What if I hate you, Caitlyn?” She said sourly.

“I-I don’t g-give, Vi, ugh!” Caitlyn cried out.

“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.” Vi glared into her eyes, those gleamy fucking eyes that were so needy for her.

“You’re so clingy. You’re holding onto me like I’m supposed to be yours.” Vi scolded her.

“You are mine. Y-you’re all fucking mine. Mine mine mine.” Caitlyn affirmed, her nails grabbing onto Vi’s back, needing a safety net.

“Yeah? Well the way I’m fucking you it looks like your pretty cunt is mine” Vi sneered.

“Yyes! Yours! ah-All yours!!” She yelped.

“Good girl. You’re mine. You’re only mine, and you only get fucked by me, got it?” She claimed.

Caitlyn’s head nodded desperately, repeated, scattered breathless “yes” into Vi’s ear.

Vi held onto her jaw, that was unconsciously shaking. She slid her thumb into Caitlyn’s mouth, playing with it as she felt her tongue trying to reach it. Eventually, Vi left her thumb still on her tooth gap.

Caitlyn started biting down on it, sucking and grabbing on Vi’s skin with her teeth desperately.

“You wanna suck my mouth?” Vi asked. She wrapped her tongue around hers while she thrusted back in, the kiss suddenly interrupted by Caitlyn.

“Vi, I-I need ttto cum!” She squealed.

“Go ahead. I’m here. I’m watching you.” Vi said, her fingers gently rubbing on Caitlyn’s pretty tits again. She started jumping in response, Vi licking her lips to the sight.

“Who would’ve known ‘Commander Kiramman’ likes to get fucked like this? That she’s so greedy and dirty? Are you greedy and dirty?” She teased cruely, taking one of her tits into her mouth.

“Yes! Y-yes I am!” Caitlyn moaned. Vi sucked her tits, her nipple grazing her teeth as she gently bit her breast. She did this for half a minute, and looked back up at her.

“You have no dignity. Look how you’re begging  for cock, getting your tits sucked like a bitch. Have you no shame?” Vi memorized the heatened look on Caitlyn’s face.

“Yes! Yes! I love it so much! F-fuck, Vi! Vi! I’m g-gonna cum!” She yelled. Vi put her neck om Caitlyn’s mouth, so she could bite down all she wanted.

“Slut.” Vi whispered into her ear, as the woman beneath her’s sonsie body wiggled, coming down like a dam breaking rapidly. She grabbed onto Vi for three long minutes, due to all the fondling of her breasts and soft hits from the cock directly on her clit, wishing for mercy or even some grounding.

“Oh, Vi. Vivivivi..” She said, as she finished.

“Good girl. Vi licked the tears from her eyes, and pulled out without a rush. Caitlyn’s view was hazy.

“Wanna do it in the kitchen now?” Vi asked.

“No. Vi.. Vi, I’m sleepy.” She drawled. Vi stared into her tired, lustful eyes. Not lust in that way, though she had that same look just a minute ago, she honestly looked like she wanted to be taken care of.

“Aw, you wanna get tucked in?” Vi pouted.

“Can you, darling?…” Her ass arched as she got on all fours, her eyes softening and brows curved.

Vi rolled her eyes, though she can obviously admit, Caitlyn begging for her and not during sex was really hot.

“Do it yourself. I won’t baby you tonight.” She got on her feet to get the harness off. She placed it on her nightstand, that was an issue for tomorrow.

“Vi…” Her calm voice striking her, as she crawled to Vi, still naked. Vi was really fucking pent up. But not today.

“You’re so fuck-high. Fine… Come to bed.” She lifted her up, Caitlyn wrapping her body around hers, as Vi lead her to the uncomfortable mattress. She lay her wet, sweaty, tired yet flawless body there and gave her a peck on her relaxed temples, then her lips.

“I know it’s not the best uh… bed. I mean, you live in a palace. But, I can bring you some blankets if you wa-“ Vi looked down, and Caitlyn was already sound asleep. Wow, Vi was Nyquil. She was really proud of herself.

She sat down on the bed, then lay down next to Caitlyn, cupping her face. Suddenly, Caitlyn pulled towards Vi, hugging her to sleep.

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Caitlyn felt as a cold breeze woke her up, her eyes opening slowly as she remembered where she was.

It was nearly dark out, only some sunlight entering the window.

Her first image was Vi, sleeping profoundly with her arms around her.

Caitlyn yawned, laying there, resting her eyes for a couple minutes, until the sunlight falling on her cheek reminded her. She needed to go home.

She got up, leaving Vi tucked in since it was a bit chilly, and would only get colder in such weather.

She buttoned up her shirt and got dressed in the same thing as yesterday. But she just couldn’t leave as she did every other time at the bar, she didn’t want Vi to repeat experiencing the same confusion.

Since she always kept a pen in her suit, she took the liberty of writing Vi a note on a small piece of paper.

After she was fully dressed, she left it on her nightstand, and made her way out.

Violet had spent about a week in her apartment, wondering why Caitlyn left without a clue that morning.

She went back to her matches those nights, just not very often. The scent of Caitlyn lingered everywhere she went, except she didn’t even see her shadow.

Zaun welcomed the night, as Vi decided she’d stay home.

She sat on the wooden stairs outside her window, observing nightlife from afar, writing down whatever hunch crossed her mind.

The paper fell off her hands, falling into a dark corner, but as Vi went to take her notes, she came across a crimpled up letter.

She grabbed it, and though crinkled she managed to read what was written on it.

Caitlyn, on the contrary, wasn’t glad when she noticed Vi’s disappearance.

She even considered going to the pub, but the shame of seeing her again was contaminating.

The whole time, sadly, Maddie was catering to Caitlyn, but Vi was on top of her mind. She wasn’t the best partner and offered no useful emotional relief, it was sickening.

The control that woman had over her thoughts was abominating. Yet, Caitlyn would ruin herself in front of all the city if she asked.

But, whose control? What and where was it?

Caitlyn craved her. She spent hours of her stressridden days wishing she’d feel Vi’s hot presence on her body.

She lay in her big, silk, lavender bed, governed by other wordly levels of pent up. Sleep wasn’t reaching her.

She didn’t know if the sex was bothering her or the memory of Vi. But whatever she was, she needed feel something again.

She layed on her bed, looking up to the celing of the canopy. She was lost.

What would Vi do? Her thoughts ran across her mind, visibly maddening her.

Looking down, she slowly took off a lacy nightgown, feeling the cold, wild air on her.

Her hands fidgeted around, the fabric resting on her abdomen as her hands directed towards her sternum and her core.

Starting off strong, her hand encompassed her chest, teasing and leisurely pinching one of her nipples as her thighs were caressed with the tip of her fingers.

She slid her hand on top of her underwear, circling on her clit, playing with the lace between her legs, then pulling it down to her ankles.

Her fingers were surrounding her needy clit breathlesly as she tugged on the fresh sheets beneath her.

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted some pressure. Even some friction.

She crawled from one extreme of her bed to another, reaching the sharp cushion near the edge, one leg on the floor and another on her bed.

The rough contact was already unbearable, lightheadedness increasing as she started pressing down and grinding against the edge of the bed.

Her twitchy hands reached to touch herself, and though crying out, she was still avoiding Vi’s name.

It didn’t take her long to feel the silk of her bed absorb her wetness, the strong urge overpowering her, making her in the end sob Vi’s name hurriedly.

The aftermath was blurry, it was like all her feelings returned as the ecstasy crawled up.

Even if it was months without a glimpse of Vi before, and this time it was just a couple of days without her, she’d be sure to end up going insane.

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Heavy brown boots hit on slate tiles, the sound of clacking and crashing reached the concrete floor noisily as Vi jumped across slippery rooftops, her own unconventional method of transport to Piltover.

It took her much thrilling physical effort to arrive at the Kiramman residence, entering through Caitlyn’s large doublehung window like they had both done beforehand.

Something easier could’ve been entering the mansion by stating Caitlyn had requested her, yet Vi avoided that option.

Pushing the window upwards, she observed Caitlyn in her enforcer uniform, speaking adamantly to a short, red haired woman that wore the same clothing, apparently giving her instructions.

Vi’s eyes were strictly staring at her, her mind drifting otherwise until Caitlyn’s shocked blue eyes looked back at her clinging onto the window, noticing the “intruder”. She made a face.

“What are you doing here?” She lifted the window up almost fully, helping Vi. She sat on the edge, sighing, but not because she was tired.

“Your note, I read it. I thought you wanted to see me, but it looks like you already have a replacement.” Vi glared at Maddie.

Caitlyn tutted, her mouth lifting upwards in annoyance. “Maddie, you can leave.”

Vi suddenly looked relieved, breathing in deeply, her allievation possibly given thanks to Maddie leaving more than because her mood changed. Her eyes wide, demanding an answer, as if she was waiting for Caitlyn to speak.

Vi’s jealousy was something uncalled for, certainly, though perhaps she was caring too much, Caitlyn considered.

“So? Who was she?” Vi finally spoke, concluding that if she wouldn’t be confronted about Maddie, she’d have to do it herself.

Vi wasn’t jealous at all, but Caitlyn didn’t have to know that.

“She’s an enforcer. I met her through- oh, well, you should know her too.” Caitlyn babbled.

That’s who you’re seeing?” Vi got up, her body closer to Caitlyn.

“Vi, forgive me.” Her long brows furrowed.

“Just say it, is there someone else, or not?” Vi looked away with a frown, her fisted hands on her own hips.

“No! I mean, we’ve slept together a couple times. I didn’t even like it. I swear, I only want you.” Cait responded, her thumb jittery, hands resting connected on her chest.

“When was the last time?” Vi sulked, her hands drifting to Caitlyn.

“A week ago.” Caitlyn said shyly, releasing her two hands to place them on Vi’s neck.

“You were in my apartment, just a week ago.” Vi interrogated her, her face smug.

“I… I missed you.” Caitlyn justified herself.

“Yeah? Do you think thats fair?” Vi pushed Caitlyn onto the large, locked doors of her bedroom.

“I guess not. But, you’re here now.” She grinned, feeling Vi’s body pressed onto hers.

“I thought you heard me that day. Guess you don’t ever keep your promises.”

“Hear you say.. what?” Caitlyn struggled to remember if she spoke about the nights at the bar at Vi’s home.

“That you’d get fucked by me, and only me.” Vi said, her hands lingering on Caitlyn’s waist.

“I… I need you. Not her, believe me.” She said, her crestfallen eyes on Vi’s mouth.

“Then why were you with her and not me?” Vi’s hands felt the texture of Caitlyn’s clothes.

“I regret it so much. I thought of you every second.” She spoke, her masked words feeding Vi’s ego.

“Yeah?” Vi murmured, her fingers unfastening Caitlyn’s vest.

“Even when I was sleeping with her.” Her heartbeat louder than her words.

“So, you’re a cheater?” Vi said, now unzipping Caitlyn’s tight, gray trousers.

“Vi, I only want you. Why are you so unsure?” She whispered, only her lingerie visible. Vi knew she always wore such apparel under her uniform.

“Would you cheat on me with her?” Vi lifted Caitlyn, grabbing her from the hips, their faces meeting.

“That can’t happen, I’m only yours.” Cait’s shaky hands signaled towards the ebony drawer of a nightstand.

“Sure about that? If you’re mine, can I fuck you on that couch?” Caitlyn consented, letting Vi take off her lacy white brassiere.

Vi took what she was showing her, then carried Caitlyn all across the room towards a different window (from the one she entered in) that displayed the dark city.

She sat her down on a white upholstered chaise longue, same one she was referring to, facing that window.

“Turn around.” Vi demanded.

Caitlyn’s rear was facing Vi, her kness and the palm of her hand pressing onto the sofa.

Vi discarded the last piece of clothing on her  body, her hands grabbing Caitlyn’s ass up as she started licking the visible part of her thighs as they squeezed her head with strong pressure.

Vi’s mouth went down to her crotch, her nose slightly bumping on Caitlyn’s clit. She shrieked at the sensation.

Vi began by dipping her tongue into Caitlyn’s cunt. She slid it up and down, feeling how she started tensing up.

Vi’s tongue was sucking on her pulsing clit, suctioning it then letting go. Cries fell out of Caitlyn’s throat.

She circled it with the tip of her tongue, kissing her slit again continously, keeping the quick pace as she felt Caitlyn’s hips twitch.

“I-I’m r-really close.” Caitlyn shivered as Vi continued eating her ass, her mouth never leaving contact.

Vi’s mouth was coated wet as Caitlyn came onto her, legs shaking.

Her tongue slipped inside, sliding all around her as she finished, licking her (mostly) clean.

“That quick, baby?” She kissed on Cait’s back, gently pecking down on her ass, massaging her spine.

Vi heard as Caitlyn’s rapid breathing turned normal, when she spotted a large tall mirror in the corner, placing it in front of Caitlyn. The mirror was a bit tilted, the view being the left half of Caitlyn’s body.

Vi grabbed the harness from the edge of the couch and put it on her hips, Caitlyn clearly viewing on the glass from afar.

“Vi, what’s that for?” She asked, looking at her reflection.

“You’ll see.” Vi was in her previous position, standing, except now, much higher, both of their hips meeting.

Vi teased into Caitlyn’s folds, playing with her cunt, her dick sliding upwards until inserting it.

Caitlyn’s body trembled at the intrusion, letting out a loud cry.

“You’re so eager, already?” Vi taunted as she dragged herself in and out of Caitlyn, finally settling herself in.

“Vi, slow down!” Caitlyn moaned as her ecstasy augmented.

“Oh, don’t worry. I know your sweet pussy’s been desperate for good dick.” Vi licked her spine.

“Nmngh, yeah, keep t-talking.” She pleaded.

“You like it? You like it when I compliment your cunt?” Vi’s girth pounded further into Caitlyn’s slit, vibrating as her frail fringers gripped the couch.

“Mmph!”

“You have such a pretty pussy. You’re swallowing me whole, cupcake.”

“I-I Vi, ugh!” She sobbed.

“I wish you’d know what I’m seeing, besides the face you make when I let you come.” Vi said, lifting Caitlyn’s jaw up to observe herself in the mirror.

She was so sweaty, her chest covered in sweat as it bounced at every thrust, the bun her hair was in slowly coming undone.

“You like the view, Caitlyn?” Vi teased, gripping her hands onto Caitlyn’s hips, grabbing a handful of her ass as if she was trying to squish her skin with every thrust.

“Sshit, it’s too good”

“That pent up? Did she fuck you as good as I do?” Vi haunted her thoughts again.

“N-no, only you can… f-fuck!”

“Come again?” Vi said, the hands on Caitlyn’s body getting stronger as she pounded in, unrestrained.

“O… only you can f-fuck mme.” Her cries weren’t understandable, but certainly loud.

“Good girl. Only I can fuck you.”

“P-Please, Vi, I need to come. L-let mmme come.”

Vi’s speed diminished, threateningly slower. “You’re gonna keep sleeping around like a whore?”

“No! V-Vi please, don’t stop.” She yelped.

“What are you looking at, huh? The city, or the slut in the mirror? Violet said, her palm not leaving Caitlyn’s shaky jaw.

“M-me. You, fucking me.” Caitlyn bobbed her head, her eyes stuck on the image.

“Yeah? Your desperate, needy cunt always needs to be busy with cock? Is the commander that fucking thirsty? You’re nothing. You’re nothing without my cock.”

Vi’s sweet mouth saying cruel words.

Vi’s sweet mouth, that once told her how much she craved her, was mortifyingly replacing all she had once spoken.

Vi’s mouth saying everything Caitlyn’s needed to hear, but would never ask for.

“You don’t deserve to cum. You can go get dick somewhere else, right?”

“No! Only y-you!” Caitlyn whined.

All the same, Violet knew just what to say to piss her off. But the words she just spoke this time had Caitlyn on the verge of tears. Literally.

“How unladylike. Aren’t you supposed to be a lady?” Caitlyn whimpered in response.

“You’re so fucking useless. How wasteful would it be to let this miserable bitch have such a good time?”

Vi paused thrusting the moment Caitlyn was desperately screaming, her tears falling down as she waited for Vi to continue.

“Please! I n-nneedd to cum.” Caitlyn drawled.

“Shut up. Not now.” Vi kept edging her like this, hearing her loud cries turn to groans when she stopped, continuously breaking her apart, until she finally had the mercy to let her come.

Caitlyn expected Vi to torture her over and over and over again. This time, Caitlyn’s pleads were heard. Vi reached over her shoulder to give her a open (by her part sloppy) kiss.

Caitlyn came that instant, her wetness drowning Vi’s length as her orgasm washed over her, riding it out slowly.

“F-fuck, love.” Cait breathed out.

“You liked that? Wanna go again?”

“Y…yes but, no.” Caitlyn calmed herself down.

“You’re always this weak. Hmm?” Vi said, pulling herself out.

“Take me to bed.” She felt as Vi’s strong hands picked her up from the sofa, Vi steadying Caitlyn onto her torso.

“It always ends up like this. Fine with me.” Vi said, their faces approximate.

“Can you, meet me, tomorrow? In my bathtub?” Caitlyn exhorted, her piercing eyes looking as sad as ever, filled of need.

“You want me to come here at 6am?” She joked, laying Caitlyn on her humongous bed.

“No, Vi. It’s just that, you don’t even sleep well in that apartment.” Caitlyn’s blue orbs now filled with worry.

“What are you saying, then?” Vi wondered.

“Stay here. Tonight.”

Vi’s gaze fell to the floor, figuring her life needed something different.

“Cait, I… I guess theres no problem with that. But just for today.” She assured her.

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“Are you sure you wanna stay here? I mean, there are plenty of rooms and you pick this tiny one.”

“No, I’m fine.” Vi spoke.

“Vi… do you even know how to get to my room?”

“I’ll find a way. Don’t worry.”

“You could, unless…” Caitlyn paused.

“Unless what?”

“Don’t play dumb. We’ve been sleeping together, I- We can share my bed.”

That’s how they ended up waking up next to eachother.

Caitlyn woke up first, to be exact.

She took off her purple robe in front of the bed Vi was still sleeping in, fighting back & forth against the urge to wake her up.

She went to the huge bathroom connected to her bed, the large tub already filled thanks to house keepers.

She brushed her teeth and later combed her blue hair in front of the large mirror, analyzing her sore body.

Caitlyn had plenty of bruises on her hips and some purple patches on her neck and breasts, possibly from all the biting and tugging Vi’s teeth provided.

She touched the skin around the strechmarks around her hips, same ones she’d gotten over the days she miraculously grew, her growth spurt shocking both her parents.

She could smell Vi on herself.

No, actually, she was right there.

“Morning. Didn’t expect to see this first thing I open my eyes.” Vi smiled, scrubbing her sleepy eyes with her hand.

“I’m sorry, did you want me to wake you up?”

“It’s fine. I just got lost in your huge room. There’s so much… space here.” She tutted.

“I know what ideas you’re getting. Don’t be sneaky.”

“So we just leave it there?” Vi grinned.

“No… but right know, I feel hot. Excuse me”

Your proposal yesterday. It’s still on?”

“Well, it’s not like the tub’s filled up for decoration.”

Caitlyn immersed her body into the water, breathing in the scent of roses as Vi undressed. She got in, splashing water onto Caitlyn’s head. “Hey! You got me wet.”

Vi got closer to her, placing her hands on her waist, circling and tracing on her body.

She kissed on her neck slowly, her hands touching the nape of her neck, soft fingers gliding down to the small of her back.

Her mouth traveled against Caitlyn’s whole upper body, suctioning her chest and neck.

Vi positioned herself against the extremes of the bathtub, the sweet scent of milk, roses and honey right on her nose.

The water was low, sitting just beneath Caitlyn’s ribs and was nearly transparent.

Caitlyn, who was beneath Vi, had wrapped her left leg on Vi’s waist, the other touching the tub’s floor.

Vi wrapped her right leg on Cait’s exposed hip, her left foot also on the floor.

Their centers touched, the friction unbearable. Vi started moving her slit across Caitlyn’s, starting off with a slow, raw pace as the pressure built up.

Caitlyn’s foot started knocking on Vi’s back, her hands scratching too as she felt Vi slide on her clit.

She clumsily glided joining her, Vi becoming extra rough, their hasty speed moving so much faster. They didn’t speak, but cried out continously.

Vi’s mouth covered Caitlyn’s hard nipple, circling it with her tongue. She grabbed and cupped her other breast, pinching them with her fingers.

She loved seeing how they moved every time she went harsher, both women carelessly bouncing against the edge of the bathtub as they reached their orgasm.

“V-Vi! I really need to come” Caitlyn’s body shaking with the rhythmic beating of her clit.

“Easy, baby.” She kept on fondling her tits, her mouth going over to kiss her neck, the contact between them closer.

“Mmph! Vi, it’s too much!” Caitlyn let out a soft yelp as their folds slid together softly, the closeness killing her.

“I got you. Let it go.” Vi was trying hard to come less desperately, quietly, not on edge.

Vi felt as both of their folds got coated as they came. Caitlyn breathed heavily on Vi’s skin, not letting go of her. She clung onto her body, hugging her until her pace slowed down.

“You’re supposed to get clean, Kiramman.” Vi teased.

“That was good. Can’t even move, my legs are all stupid and stuck.” Vi laughed, lifting Caitlyn to place her down on the bath.

She cleaned her up, soaping Caitlyn’s back uniformly as she regained her breath.

Caitlyn felt as Vi’s hands lathered lotion on her body, her eyes closing slowly from the comforting touch, feeling her legs wrapped around Vi’s torso, waking herself up to avoid drifting to sleep. 

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“I… I need to work today.” Caitlyn drawled.

“That’s fine. Is there anything you want me to do?” Vi combed Caitlyn’s hair with her fingers.

Caitlyn rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, her voice calm and steady, “No, not quite. But well, maybe you can tour around, there’s this- gym I’m building, if you wanna check it out.”

Vi agreed.

She got Caitlyn out of the bath, placing her on the large marble stone countertop, patting her dry.

“I can dress myself, thank you.” Caitlyn gleamed, grabbing her uniform from the clothing rack.

“Wait, I don’t have anything to wear.” She said, her body barely covered under a towel.

“Oh, shit, you’re right. Just, grab anything from my closet. I’ll send you some clothes later.” She added.

A couple minutes later, Vi barged into the bathroom, wearing very tight jeans. Caitlyn, nearly fully dressed, burst out in laughter.

“Vi! I have so many t-shirts and you picked…that.” She choked.

“It suits you, though.” Vi teased, grabbing a white shirt and pulling it over her head.

“I remember when your mom called me a stray. I never stopped being one, right?” Vi smiled.

Caitlyn beamed at the memory. It was nice to be told someone thought of her mother too.

“You are one, I mean, look at you.” She mocked. It was Vi’s turn to laugh.

The sun set, and they were having Caitlyn’s typical breakfast. But for Vi, this was more than a meal, it was a banquet. She got her hands on everything, her eyes wide and surprised.

Caitlyn was just going to see herself out for work, when the uninvited redhead appeared once again.

“Oh. It’s her” the woman bitched.

“Who are you, again?” Vi tutted. Caitlyn got up towards her. “What is she doing here?”

“It’s just work, Vi. Plus, I thought you weren’t jealous.” Caitlyn pecked on her temple.

“I’m not jealous, I just still don’t like her.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes and left, leaving the two alone.

“Vi. Nice to meet you. I’m an enforcer.”

“Don’t try to be formal. I don’t care who you are.” Vi glared.

“In that case, I want you to know, Commander and I had a great time. Don’t know what she sees in someone like… um, yourself.” Maddie babbled proudly.

“You’re delusional. It’s just pathetic if you think Caitlyn’s gonna leave me for you.”

“Well, you can think whatever you want, because you’re just the rebound. 

“Ya think?” Vi laughed. Someone clearly wasn’t told the truth. 

The redhead stormed out angrily, her steps strong and firm, Vi left alone with her extremely huge breakfast.

Dusk was approaching Piltover’s sky as Caitlyn found Vi’s silhoutte in the mansion’s garden.

“You like gardening?” Caitlyn spoke at the view of Vi watering tiny weeds.

“Yeah. There weren’t many plants in Zaun. How was work?”

“Exhausting. I’m glad I have you, now.”

Vi looked down at the watering can, getting on her feet and walking towards the white gazebo.

“Do you really want me here?” She said, sitting down.

“What? Yes. Of course, I do.” Caitlyn followed her.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ve just had too much time to burn.”

“I see, but what made you think something like that.” Caitlyn’s long hands framed her face.

“Maybe that you’ve left me, so many times and… I try hard to trust you but I just can’t.” Vi sniffed, Caityln’s gaze returning to being blue and dreamy.

“I’m so sorry, Vi. I’ve been cruel to you, I hate myself for it. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“It’s.. it’s not your fault. How I feel. But somehow, only you can make me feel better.”

“Then, let me hold you.” Her eyes smiled for once, her cold hands wiping the tears falling down Vi’s cheeks.

“Cait, I’m sorry. I’ve just been alone for so long, I forgot how to adjust back to it.”

Caitlyn pouted, finding a way to make Vi feel better despite her own actions being the cause of her sorrow.

“You don’t have to be. I’m right here, always.” Vi rested her head on Caitlyn’s chest, listening to her heartbeat like it was a lullaby.

“You promise you won’t leave me, again?” Vi whined, lifting her head up.

“I won’t. For anything.” Caitlyn assured her, pulling her head back towards her chest, soft hands tracing on Vi’s tense back.