Vi and Caitlyn one-shots

Why pretend?

Caitlyn pov-

We're walking through the undercity again. Sometimes I feel bad for vi, looking at this everyday. The starving people, women selling themselves to feed their families. I couldn't even imagine what she had been through. I didn't want her to have to fight anymore. "What's on your mind cupcake?" She interrupted my thoughts. I sort of laughed it off to ease her mind. "Nothing really, just kinda nervous." She grabs my hand as we approach a crowded bar. I divert my eyes to her hoping that she would keep walking. I left my good gun at home. "Hey... the men in here. They get kind of crazy." She avoided direct eye contact. "So... pretend you're my girlfriend. They don't like taken "property" " she air quotes property dramatically. "I think I can handle it..." I don't want to pretend. I want her to be mine. She raised her eyebrow. "Suit yourself." She shrugged off my denial and walked into the bar. The men basically surrounded me. Their eyes looking at me like meat. I tried to push my way through and felt a huge smack on my ass. "I'd like to get a piece of that." I pull my gun from my belt pointing it between his eyes. By the time I swung around Vi was already at his collar. Her eyes basically screaming she wanted to kill him. "Don't touch my girl, understand." She dropped him. "Come on Cait." She wrapped her arm around me, pushing me through the sea of men. "I told you it was crazy, are you okay?" In truth I wasn't quite sure. Men in the upper city would cat call at most, but I've never been touched in such a vile way. I kind of shook. "You're shaking Cait." She grabbed my cheeks. "They won't hurt you anymore." She glared across the room to the guy who was still butt-hurt about the situation. "Yeah I'm fine, just the first time that's ever happened." She rolled her eyes. "Happened to me like a million times. They eventually learned their lesson." She sighed. I could tell this upset her. "Hey let's loosen up." She tapped the table at the bartender. A bartender in a tight outfit came to the table. Her long blonde hair framing her face nicely. "What'll it be cutie." She spoke so seductively. It's sort of ticking me off. I really have no reason to be mad. "Whiskey... neat." The bartender pranced off to get her drinks. "Who was that?" I tried to hide my tones of jealousy. "Her, no one. She's worked her awhile so she sort of flirts. But she flirts with everyone." I knew she must have caught on to my jealousy. I found it hard to hide. Eventually she came walking back and set two glasses in front of us. "She's new in town." She only talked to vi. Never even looked me in the eyes. "That's my partner, Caitlyn." She sort of tapped her glass. Was she annoyed or just anxious around her? "Not very often beautiful women come into town. Definitely no one prettier than you." The bartender winked. For some reason my heart began to race. I gulped down the liquid and paid quickly. Leaving vi behind. I quickly walk out the door, men whistling at me on the way out. This is stupid. I'm not sure why she dragged me to that bar in the first place. To flirt in front of me with some skimpy woman. I'm going home. She can handle herself. I felt myself being yanked into the alley. "Why'd you leave?" Her eyes gazing into mine. Her eyes hazed. "I'm not here to observe you flirting." I spit at her. "I want to go home vi." She smirked at me. "I want to go home with you." I couldn't believe her. "Vi, go home. Sober up." I pushed her off me. She grabbed my collar pulling me close. "I don't want to be alone..." she sounded so sad. Her eyes avoiding my gaze. "I'm not drunk anyway. Tipsy... maybe. But I know what I'm doing." I scoffed. "Then you can walk home. If you don't want to be alone I'm sure that bartender wouldn't mind your company." She started to look angry with me. "Stop toying with me Vi. I don't want to pretend to be yours." She grunted. "Ugh Caitlyn, I don't want her. I want you." I roll my eyes at her. The alcohol will make you say things you don't mean.

"Go home. If you even remember this then we can talk about it tomorrow."
She slammed me against the wall.
"Why pretend?" She voice shallow and her chest rising and falling quickly. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her soft chest. "Feel.." her heart was racing faster than I could count. "I can't fake this Caitlyn. I can't pretend anymore." She grabbed my face. Trying to kiss me. I cover her mouth. "Vi, I love you. I'm not taking advantage of this." Her eyes looked disappointed. "Do you not feel the same cupcake?" Tears filled her eyes. I shook my head violently. "Violet, I feel exactly the same. But you're drunk... here." I place her hand on my chest. Her face lightens up. Tears stream down her face and she plants her face in my chest. "I'm so glad..." I wrap my arms around her neck. Letting her sob into my chest, petting her hair trying to comfort her. "You mean it? You love me..." she sinks into me further. "Yeah I mean it, why wouldn't I?" I try to hold her up as her body goes limp. She slides to the floor and I lay her head in my lap. "Why? I'm unloveable. I'm not a good person... I left my sister. I let my father figure die. I fuck up everything. I don't want to fuck us up." She says between her sobs. I run my fingers through her hair.
"I love you because you aren't perfect."
She looked up at me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone up there is supposed to be perfect. Their feelings shoved deep, their love hidden behind closed doors, only showing acceptable feelings. You put out everything. Sometimes it's sloppy and erratic. But people always know how you feel. I love you for that."
She sobbed into my stomach. "Let's get you home. " I tried to lift her head. "Sleep with me... please" my face goes red. "I-I can't.." she laughed. "No like actually sleep." I laughed, sighing with relief. "That, I can do." I picked her up, squatting to let her on my back. Carrying her home was a chore, she held on loosely. "Cross your legs." I tried to instruct her to hold on better. "I'm not a lady." She pulled at my cheeks. She's such a demanding drunk.