The Aftermath : A Caitvi Story

Chapter IV: Fog and Rain

Vi

What is she doing here? In this fancy shower, with its... excellent water pressure. She wants to hate it, but exhaustion pulls her into simply enjoying the sensation of dirt and grime melting off her skin. She should have just kissed Caitlyn. She could share her with that stupid ginger. Something about Caitlyn makes her lose all resolve, makes her ready to give up everything. But one thing holds her back. It's her blood in your veins.

Vi has always been treated like a waste of space. Stillwater was the worst of it. For seven years, she was reminded daily by every uniformed officer that she was nothing—dirt under their nails. They'd make it clear with a kick to the stomach. Undercity rat. A punch to the face. Useless animal. It didn't matter if she'd done nothing wrong, so she started doing everything wrong. Vi had always been good with her fists. She became great with them. Over the years, when guards came into her cell to "teach her a lesson," they brought more and more backup to keep the fight unfair. She took it as a point of pride.

But Caitlyn... She made Vi feel like she mattered. Safe. Valued. Vi was used to taking care of others. A habit for a big sister. But Caitlyn and she took care of each other. But, at the end of the day, Vi was still just undercity trash.

Vi had trusted Caitlyn to help her with Vander. After all, Caitlyn was a good person. Vi knew how pain and loss could change someone, but she believed Caitlyn would come back to herself, become the goody two-shoes she fell for—her cupcake. So sweet.

Stepping out of the shower, Vi rewraps her hands. Best to be prepared for anything. After all, this isn't her home.

Caitlyn

The hot water stings Caitlyn's scraped skin and she feels the pull of deja vu. What seems like a lifetime ago, Caitlyn had stood in this very shower, water running down her face. Oil and water. That's how Vi had described them. It seemed absurd then, the idea that being born in the Undercity versus Piltover could create such an impassable divide. Caitlyn hadn't understood it then. Maybe she still didn't. The pull she feels—the tether—is so strong that it scares her. It would be easier to sever it. Simpler. Cleaner.

But then she saw Vi today, and it felt as if no time had passed. Even with her outrageous hair, she was simply... Vi. Vi's lips, gently parted, a sharp exhale brushing Caitlyn's face. Vi's hard body pinned beneath her, eyes wide with shock. For a moment, Caitlyn thought she saw something deeper. Hope, maybe? And then Vi trusted her. Told her about Vander. Offered her wrists for shackling, standing straight as an arrow as Caitlyn lowered the hood over her head. She'd almost kissed her then, unable to tear her eyes away from Vi's rough lips, from the small scar Caitlyn had always imagined running her tongue over. Vi, tied up and willing, had trusted her.

In Ambessa's tent, maintaining the ruse had been nearly impossible. Vi's lips were only inches away, her spit sliding down Caitlyn's cheek. Caitlyn was supposed to be the leader of a great city—the Commander. But in that moment, she had no power over herself. She needed to taste it, brushing the liquid past her lips. Having Vi completely at her mercy was a drug. Only Ambessa's cruel voice and the stakes at hand had kept Caitlyn from losing control.

Closing her eyes now, Caitlyn recreates that moment in perfect detail—Vi's hard body restrained, her brows furrowed in mock resentment. Caitlyn imagines her own hand tracing down Vi's abdomen, over the taut skin that hides hard-earned muscle. She envisions her hand sliding lower, pressing against the tight fabric of Vi's pants. Vi is wet for her. Dripping, for her. Caitlyn rubs at Vi's core, through her pants, and she struggles against the chains, desperate for more.

"Vi..." Caitlyn sighs the name, thick with desire. She slides her hand over her wet body, imagining her fingers weren't her own. As she so often did with Maddie. When Caitlyn took her to bed, and ravished her, she imagined the bright short hair and blue/gray eyes belonged to someone else.

Her hand pauses at the apex of her thighs. This isn't right. Everything she wants is so close, the person she needs is under the same roof. Caitlyn can't lose her again. If she doesn't at least try, maybe she doesn't deserve even the memory of Vi. Heart thundering in her chest, Caitlyn turns off the water.