a taste of you

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There was something in the air inside this brothel. Or it could be just the adrenaline still pumping in her vein as Caitlyn experienced the boisterous city of the underground for the first time in her life. Growing up threading the line of what was expected of a Councilor's daughter, all she longed for was to break free of that empty shell to really see this realm without the rose-tinted veil she was born with as a Kiramman.

Today she finally decided to tear down that deceiving curtain, and somehow the world she could see was still pink, though this time it was vibrant and unapologetic with a side of attitude. Caitlyn excused herself from the charming woman in her exotic room, for she couldn't stop thinking about a certain pair of blue eyes that matched her own. No one from the upper side in their right mind would ever tell a lady she's hot, and so the sheltered young noble was dying to ask Vi what she had meant.

Vi.

Even though there was nothing in that prison file that accused her of any crime, she still looked dangerous behind those bars. The black ink that covered her entire back, the pure strength rippling through the muscles in her arms, and those scars on her face that told stories no one from the Academy would dare to imagine. But there was something that drew Caitlyn to this delinquent, and her body moved to break her out before she could even stop to think twice if it was a good idea.

It was definitely not a good idea now, when Caitlyn walked out into the alley next to the brothel to stand in front of Vi, who seemed to be unbothered by the dirty wall she was leaning on.

"What you said inside," she put her hand up next to Vi's buzz cut, attempting to trap her against the wall like what the punk did earlier, but her thinner frame made it look like she's trying to get into Vi's open arms instead. "Do you want... what I have?"

Surely the incense in the shop did play some tricks, but Vi didn't expect the topside princess to be this bold. Did she even understand what she was getting into?

"I will break you, Cupcake," Vi whispered, pressing herself up so she's staring evenly into those eyes that had never seen the darkness of this world.

"That is exactly what I want," came Caitlyn's reply, before she crushed her lips into Vi's welcoming mouth.

The princess was as sweet as Vi had imagined those cupcakes left open outside in the balcony of a rich family she stumbled past last time she and her gang had a run at the topside. They were pink and untouched and so inviting that years later, inside the cold hard cell of Stillwater prison, she thought about what they would taste like to forget the smell of blood, her own blood, filling the room after another visit by the warden.

So much for her eagerness at the start, Caitlyn was soon overwhelmed by the pink head's hunger. Vi's lips were oppressive, tongue tasting tentatively at first before it found the way inside the young enforcer's mouth, chasing its clueless counterpart around.

They stumbled their way into an empty room back in Babette's place, mouths never left one another. Vi brought her hands up to the other's breasts. They were perky even through the restricting corset, shy behind the little piece of white fabric. The delinquent wanted to rip it off, but decided otherwise when Caitlyn moaned at her lightest touch, oh so sweet and innocent despite her pretending so hard not to be a good girl.

Vi left those silky lips to trail wet kisses down her neck, fingers working open the front of the enforcer's top to reveal porcelain pale skin. She sucked on one nipple while her hand grasped at the other tit, warm and soft against her rugged palm. The sensation sent electricity down Caitlyn's spine. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure the other could hear it as she gazed at the pink head burying between her chest.

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