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Summary: Vi was certain to remember their first time very well...
Warning: Mature content and sexual themes.
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Vi’s back hit the mattress with force and the air violently escaped her lungs before it was reclaimed by warm lips on her own, lips that she had longed to taste. She was rendered immobile in an instant, intoxicated by Caitlyn’s perfume, stupefied by her tongue. Caitlyn's knee found its way between Vi’s thighs and the ritual was complete.
“Cait,” Vi moaned against Caitlyn’s lips. The woman in question didn’t respond, instead slipped her warm hand under Vi’s shirt, tracing her warm fingers against Vi's cold skin. Skillful fingers started unbuttoning the shirt with assertive impatience, almost ripping the buttons away. Once that obstacle was out of the way, her hand traveled upwards, and found shelter under Vi’s bra. She immediately arched her back, her own fingers trembling, failing to obey her instructions.
Caitlyn’s lips left her mouth and found their way to her neck. After marking her territory, her next target became Vi’s earlobe. “Agitated much, aren’t we?” she breathed in the older woman’s ear.
“Fuck, Cait, I-”
“Shh,” Caitlyn shushed her with her lips. “Let me look after you for once.”
She could not argue against this even if she wanted to. Caitlyn's fingers easily found their way to the clisp of her bra and skillfully tore it away. Vi’s voice hitched in her throat when she felt Caitlyn’s lips nibbled on her bare nipple while her left hand pinched her free breast. Vi closed her eyes and swallowed a moan. She did not want to sound like a desperate slut, she didn’t want Caitlyn to know how much she had yearned for her to touch her like that. Caitlyn’s lips slowly moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses on Vi’s well- formed stomach, red lipstick marking her territory. She came to a halt only because she found herself against Vi’s pants. She looked up at her with questioning eyes and Vi granted her the permission she so desperately seeked with a simple nod. Something about the way Caitlyn looked at her when she unclipped her belt made Vi arch her hips ever so slightly and the heat in her core reached unprecedented levels of yearning. Skillful yet gentle hands slipped her pants down her legs, dragging along her underwear. Just like that, Vi was left utterly vulnerable in front of Caitlyn.
Gentle hands caressed her entire body in a ritual of unexpected tenderness and Vi felt a shiver run down her spine. How long had it been since she had last been touched like that, if she had been at all? She almost felt like leaning on her pillow and crying.
“Vi?” Caitlyn suddenly asked, concerned about her reaction to her touch. “Are you okay? You are shivering. Do you want me to stop?”
Vi’s first instinct reaction was to apologize. Sometimes she wondered why she was the way she was. “I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s been so long,” she confessed quietly. “And no one has ever touched me the way you do.”
Her vision suddenly blurred with unwanted tears and an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness threatened to ruin everything again. Why did she have to do this every single time…? She hated herself so much.
“Oh, honey,” Caitlyn cooed, removing some strands from Vi’s face before leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You are safe with me,” she reassured her. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Vi shut her eyes, refusing to let the tears flow, but Caitlyn made it increasingly hard with her soft voice and tender eyes. “I’m sorry… I know I’m lame.”
