The Aftermath : A Caitvi Story

Chapter VI: Desire

Vi

The first time Vi felt Caitlyn's lips on hers she had been afraid to break her, so she'd restrained herself. It was an exploration. Vi had loosely traced Caitlyn's lips with her own, trying to memorize the new landscape, the softness. She hadn't been able to believe it was anything more than a fantasy. But now, after the epically fucked up day they were having, there is no time for soft and timid touches. This is real.

The kiss is rough. Vi pulls at Cait's hair, drawing her closer, desperate for there to be no space between them. Vi moans into Cait's mouth. Her lips open. Vi searches for a speck of embarrassment at the lewd sounds she makes, but finds nothing but raw need. Caitlyn's hands snake around Vi, one tangling in her damp, short strands, the other circling around the robe at her waist.

Caitlyn pulls back, briefly catching her breath, "Fuck, Vi... I need you..." Vi lets out a whimper before closing the distance between their mouths once again.

Vi is falling, maybe she'd been falling for a while. It didn't matter, she couldn't deny herself any longer.

Caitlyn steps forward, pushing Vi towards the bed. Vi's heart is caught in her throat, her body buzzing as Caitlyn pulls back again. Unhinged disappointment melts away as Caitlyn places her hands on the collar of Vi's robe, her eyes silently asking. May I?

Vi nods eagerly and a rush of cool air hits her exposed abdomen, thighs, and biceps. With the absolute focus of a sniper, Caitlyn looks Vi's body up and down. Her eyes catch on everything revealed... and everything still hidden. Her fingers trace up along the bandages on her arms.

"You know... I've never seen you without these on." Another silent question, asking to continue. Vi nods again and Caitlyn takes Vi's right arm in her delicate hands, finds the edge of the fabric and begins unwrapping. Caitlyn moves with painfully slow precision. An inch of pale skin is revealed on Vi's forearm, as Caitlyn works her way towards the wrist. Cupping Vi's palm in one hand, Caitlyn removes the last of the bandage, placing it by the medicine bag on the floor. Caitlyn cradles the bare arm in her hands, rubbing up and now the smooth skin as if to memorize the sensation. Vi can't look away, hypnotized by what she sees. Caitlyn lifts the hand and places a gentle kiss on Vi's worn and perpetually bruised knuckles. Her eyes lift to meet Vi's and hold her in place. Caitlyn moves on to the other arm, acting with the same painstaking precision. Vi feel's oddly exposed, both arms bare, a breeze hitting her open palms.

Then, Caitlyn reaches for the taut fabric around Vi's breasts.

"Vi–"

"Yes."

Caitlyn giggle's at Vi's obvious impatience but she doesn't care. Doesn't care if her desperation is written on her face, woven into her voice.

Caitlyn's breath hitches as the first hint of cleavage appears. Their increasingly irregular breathing harmonizes until Vi is laid bare. Vi stands tall, defiant, as Caitlyn reaches a slender hand to cup her breast. Caitlyn briefly traces it, eliciting a soft moan from Vi, then pulls back. The commander places her hands on the knot holding her robe closed. With a decisive pull, it falls to the ground, revealing Caitlyn's entirely bare frame for Vi to enjoy.

Caitlyn

Vi looks at Caitlyn's body hungrily, then seems to remember she still wears her underwear. Vi slides them down her legs, revealing her sex, aching to be touched. All self control lost, all pretense gone, Caitlyn shoves her onto the bed, hard. But she knows Vi can take it.