The Aftermath : A Caitvi Story

Chapter 8: Morning Light

Vi knows she can't cook for shit. And she's never much cared, until she found herself in the strange position to reciprocate this foreign kind of quiet love. In a simple set of linen pants and a loose tank top, Vi stands in the alien kitchen, brimming with fresh vegetables and loaves of bread and... stuff.

Eggs. I can do eggs.

It's already rare that she's up and about before Caitlyn. That woman takes productivity to a whole new level. It doesn't help that Vi knows she bears the weight of the responsibility for the war. Even though Caitlyn wears the proof of her sacrifice on her face, Vi doesn't think she will ever let the guilt go. So what can Vi do? Eggs. Maybe.

It takes her about 10 minutes to figure out how the stove works. The first 5 were spent cursing whoever designed it since there seem to be enough knobs and buttons to fly an airship. Who knows, this is Piltover, maybe the stove flies?

Four eggs are crackling in the pan when Vi hears soft footsteps descending the stairs.

"Are you... cooking?" Caitlyn leans on the doorframe with a giggle in her voice, wearing a lavender, satin nightgown. Vi temporarily forgets to respond, mesmerized by the morning light dancing over Caitlyn's skin.

"Maybe..." Vi turns back to the eggs and feels Caitlyn approach and wrap her arms around Vi's torso, placing a gentle, teasing kiss right below her ear. The feeling of Caitlyn's breasts, just two thin pieces of fabric away, pressing into Vi's back nearly makes her drop the spatula.

Caitlyn runs her hand down Vi's shirt, stopping at the hem, then slipping under to feel her skin. The smooth hand runs over Vi's abdomen, up and down, stopping just shy of... less respectable places. Her lips dance around Vi's tattooed neck and her ear. Caitlyn sucks Vi's earlobe into her mouth and bites.

Vi jerks, pushing some of the eggs into the open flame.

"Cait..." Vi scolds.

"Apologies, darling." She is not the slightest bit apologetic. Vi turns, leaving the half cooked eggs forgotten, Vi pushes Caitlyn into the counter and consumes her mouth in a hard kiss. Their tongues dance together, feeling the wetness and pleasant friction. Vi breaks apart to catch her breath.

"You're a troublemaker...you know that?" Caitlyn leans in, smirking against her mouth. Her hands tighten around Vi's waist as she whirls her around. Vi stands pinned between the cold marble counter and a lythe, warm body.

"I suppose I am."

Caitlyn profoundly enjoys the look of shock on Vi's face, those beautiful blue, gray eyes widened.

"Sit." She commands. Vi momentarily wonders if Caitlyn means on the floor. Something she would do. In fact there is very little she wouldn't do if ordered by Cait. Especially in this sort of context. Vi reluctantly unwraps her arms from around Caitlyn's body. Unclenching her hand that had been thoroughly fisted in the soft nightgown fabric. On either side of her body, she grabs the edge of the counter top and smoothly lifts herself until she is seated above her love.

"Like this?" She breathes out.

Caitlyn's mischievous grin is sufficient confirmation of a job well done. Vi's heart stops when Caitlyn reaches for the edge of Vi's trousers, eyes asking for some assistance. Vi once again lifts herself on her strong arms, as Caitlyn diligently removes her clothes. The stone counter feels cold against Vi's bare skin, but she can't find it in herself to care much while watching Caitlyn slide the clothes down her legs and drop them to the floor. Her eyes drag up Vi's bare legs to the apex of her thighs.

"I–I thought you had a meeting to confirm your new role..."

"Hmm... Is that really what you're thinking about right now? Maybe I've lost my touch."

"I know you've been stressed."

"One of the benefits of relinquishing my seat on the council to Sevika is that I now have much, much more free time. And now with you as my lieutenant..."

"Hmm, shut up."

"You can't give me orders."

"Technically, you haven't been sworn in yet so, for the next few hours, I outrank you, cupcake."

"Yes, Lieutenant Violet."

Vi's undoubtably witty and well worded response dies on her tongue as Caitlyn lowers hers exactly where desired. Caitlyn has spent hours upon hours relishing in every unraveling moan she can elicit from her partner. Studying with expert precision the touches and swirls and nips that tease Vi towards her undoing. And now, she puts her well of knowledge to good use. Her fingers paw at Vi's thighs as she ravages her body, drinking her in. The strong legs twitch under her hands as her tongue swirls over the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

"Cait..." Caitlyn melts at the raw desperation in her voice. Vi's hand burrows into Caitlyn soft blue hair, pulling at the roots and pushes her deeper, closer. Caitlyn's tongue enters Vi as she cries out, an unintelligible moan forced from her body. Vi's hips begin to rock into Cait but she pulls back, a wicked smirk on her lips, drenched in Vi's wetness.

Their eyes meet and Caitlyn thoroughly enjoys the spark of confusion hidden within the haze of pleasure. She lifts herself up and gently bites Vi's neck, her hands torturously dancing along her inner thighs.

"Cait?" Vi's breathing is labored and she fights to form words.

"I need–"

"What do you need, darling?"

"I nee–" her words cut off by a sudden groan as Caitlyn forms what will be an alarming hickey by her ear.

"Use your words..."

Cairlyn lets out a squeak when Vi grabs her ass, pulls her close until their bodies are flush against each other, and growls out, "Cupcake, I need you inside me... please..."

Caitlyn's shock only lasts for a millisecond before she thrusts two fingers into Vi. They're eyes locked, Caitlyn mercilessly pounds into Vi, relishing the way her face contorts with pleasure. Her mouth dangling open as silent cries escape her, and her hot breath lingers in the space between them. The building electricity overwhelming her, Vi pinches her eyes closed, tilts her head back arching her chest, and lets out a lewd moan as she reaches her climax.

Caitlyn's fingers slow, letting Vi catch her breath, before she restarts her rigorous pace. Vi's body goes limp and she falls back onto the counter, her face frozen in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. With no control of her body or the loud shrieks that escape her, she begs, "Cait, please, I can't..."

"Yes you can, my love, come for me."

And she does. All her strength leaves her as she sees stars, her wetness coating the counter, the floor, and the hands of her delighted partner.

Vi finally begins to recuperate, lifting herself up on her shaking arms to see Caitlyn, diligently licking her fingers. And somehow, the only thought that comes to mind is, "I was going to make you breakfast..."

"Oh, you did, darling. And it was delicious."

And right then, they laugh. The kind of laugh that makes you double over, and only seems to grow. An ugly laugh with snorting and hiccups, that you reserve only for those you love.

The Kiraman kitchen remains filled with laughter for a long while, drenched in morning light, and smelling of severely burnt eggs.

The End.