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Assistant: Title: Very Good Friends
        Author: SunsetSharkbite SunsetSharkbite 
        Chapter: 1/4 
        Summary: No, no,” Cait lifts a finger, tapping slightly at the air as her eyes continue to dart in that way they do when she thinks. “This could, we could help each other.” She glances back up at Vi with those darkened eyes.
  There’s a tightness in her throat as Vi speaks up. “You wanna f@ck buddy with me to end your heat faster?” They’re roommates, best friends and they’ve never crossed that line before.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Oh my god they were roommates
    

    


      
        
          
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     It’s a bright, beautiful day when Vi wakes up with a large yawn and stretches out her legs under the covers, settling herself down further into her pillow as she fights off the urge to leave the comfort of blankets.It’s Sunday.Sundays are for sleeping in.Closing her eyes, humming out a sigh, she lets the slow steady feeling of waking up wash over her, sounds of birds chirping outside letting her know it was morning, a bit of violin music playing in the kitchen letting her know Cait was already awake. She could hear the noises of dishes coming through too — Cait must be cooking.As she came to that thought, Vi could smell a delicious scent in the air, sweet and alluring that made her stomach rumble. Grinning, she sits up, throws off the covers and stretches until she can feel her spine pop. Rolling her shoulders and shifting on her hips, Vi grabs a pair of mostly-clean sweatpants and pulls them over her boxers, sniff checks her sleep shirt and walks out into the hallway of her and Cait’s shared apartment.The two of them had been friends since high school, and roommates since college. They were inseparable, best friends. Now that they were both approaching their 30’s and still single, they often joked that they were just going to settle for each other because they had been a pair for so long in their lives now.The joke had been barely a joke to Vi when they first started making it in dorm rooms, and now after years of living a comfortable life, sleeping separated by only a wall, it sometimes felt like a cruel tease. As an Alpha she had difficulty dating without eventually butting heads with stubborn or well-meaning Betas, and every Omega she’d tried to date had gotten offensively jealous over the fact that Vi lived with a non-familial Omega, as if Vi was saving Caitlyn after all these years as an excuse to cheat.It’s not like Vi hadn’t considered it, especially on long droughts between relationships, but Caitlyn had never shown any romantic interest, was always quick to deny that their opposing natures would override their friendship. They were both on suppressants and had systems for their cycles, Cait had always been respectful of Vi’s Alpha nature and they’d never once even come close to broaching that line. They had managed to stay platonic friends for nearly a decade now without any issue.So anyone, Beta or Omega, who thought that Vi would be an unfaithful slave to her hormones and wanted her to ditch Cait, didn’t deserve to stick around.None of them were ever as good as Caitlyn anyway. Caitlyn who was always kind to her, teased her for her jokes, cooked her favourite meals when she was upset. Some small part of Vi almost hoped she that she wouldn’t end up with anyone.She didn’t really consider it ‘settling’ if it was with Cait.Vi walks into the kitchen taking another deep breath of the smell, grinning at the sight of Cait standing by the oven while the small little speaker on the kitchen island plays out music in the room.Cait is cooking pancakes, humming quietly to the music as she does so, and Vi comes up behind her in the cramped kitchen space to take a look over her bare shoulder. The pan’s sizzling while Caitlyn prods the pancake’s edges a bit to loosen it. They smell fantastic.“What’s the occasion?” Vi asks, and Caitlyn gives a happy hum as a response, tilting her head away from Vi’s.“Oh, I just had a craving.” She shrugs, smiling over to Vi’s direction.“Did you add something to these?” Vi edges closer, leans around Cait’s shoulder, taking a deeper inhale. The sweet smell goes right to her gut and she lets out a little hum of hunger and appreciation.Caitlyn does her own hum and leans back slightly, pressing gently into Vi. She’s incredibly warm. “A bit of cinnamon,” she says, voice a bit raspier.Vi closes her eyes and takes another sniff. The scent’s a lot stronger here, mixing in with the normal pancake aroma, still sweet and attractive and…A tight, warm feeling hits her in the lower abdomen and Vi suddenly realizes what she’s smelling. Her eyes snap open and she stares down at Cait’s shoulder, where it smoothly bends to her long neck, the bare pale skin now suddenly an enticing softness that’s begging Vi to sink her teeth into it and—Vi swallows, remembering something Cait had mentioned a couple of weeks ago, about needing to replace her annual suppressant implant. It either didn’t take, or she just…“Cait?”“Hmm?”“You’ve been super busy lately. Did you remember your implant appointment?”Cait freezes.She’s not sure if it’s from her realization or Cait’s, but the scent gets dizzyingly strong and Vi has to grab something to steady herself. Unfortunately the something closest her instincts reach out to is Cait’s waist. It’s soft, warm, Cait’s shirt has lifted up slightly so that Vi’s thumb touches her bare skin, burning bare skin and they both groan.Vi instantly lets go, takes a step back, swallowing and shaking her head to try and clear it. Her back hits the kitchen island and she grabs onto it, fingers clenching at the linoleum.“Sh@t,” Caitlyn curses, flipping the cooked pancake onto the plate with the others already made and pouring out a new batch of batter. She nearly slams the bowl back down onto the counter.“Do you want me to—“ Vi swallows, “uh, I can go stay with Pow until this dies down.”Caitlyn shakes her head almost furiously. “No. I’ll be fine.” She goes to flip the pancake too early, cursing as the undercooked batter folds and cracks sloppily.“Are you sure?” Vi’s fingers clench harder onto the countertop as she tries to breath in slowly through her mouth. Cause I’m not sure I’ll be fine.“I’ll only just be starting, now that we’re aware we know what to handle and can be adults about this.” Caitlyn’s voice has a tightness to it as she grips the spatula handle so hard Vi can see the whites on her knuckles. “I normally just nest, watch too much television and drink far too much tea on my cycle anyway. This will just be worse of that bunch. From the looks of it, I’m just hungrier so far.”There’s a long pause where neither of them talk - the only sound the slight hissing of the pancake still in the pan. Cait speaks again, a bit quieter and resigned. “You could go get daily suppressants from the drug store. Just in case.”“Mmhmm, mmhmm,” Vi nods, slapping her hand against the countertop a couple of times as she keeps trying to breath shallowly through her mouth. “Yeah, I’ll go do that right now.”“Well eat first.” Caitlyn says firmly. Vi hesitates, already having a difficult time focusing her attention with being caught off guard. The scent is already almost stronger than Caitlyn usually is at peak cycle on suppressants and Vi’s a little embarr@ssed with how it’s affecting her.The delicious pancake smell isn’t helping. (F@ck, are pancakes going to turn her on now?)Caitlyn shoves the plate and syrup bottle hurriedly down on the island, a flush on her neck, as Vi shoves herself onto the stool and grabs the fork. “I’m going to shower.” Caitlyn says tightly.She speedwalks down to the bathroom, door slamming behind her, and Vi shovels the pancakes into her mouth as quickly as she can so she can change and get to the pharmacy before Caitlyn comes back out. 
The smell is worse when Vi gets home, thick and cloying like Cait opened too many scented candles. It instantly sinks in her gut and makes her head feel heavy.She swallows, gripping the brown paper of the pharmacy bag, debating. While she was out, inhaling fresh air as deeply as she could, her tracking app alarm had chimed the worst possible timing for a warning, letting her know her rut cycle was supposed to start in the next couple of days.Fate was having fun torturing her, it seemed.They hadn’t synced up in a while, and even with suppressants they agreed that spending time apart those few times was the safer option. Last time they had synced Caitlyn was in a relationship, which blessedly meant she was gone for the peak days at her girlfriend’s, leaving Vi with pent up frustration from just the lingering smell of Caitlyn’s weakened heat.This was fine. This was going to be fine.With her face red from embarrassment she’d stood in confusion at the omega supply aisle, looking at the variety of packs that boasted just different enough supplies that she couldn’t figure out which to get. She’d lived with Caitlyn forever, but Cait had always handled her supply needs, hell sometimes she’d handle Vi’s too, but Vi hadn’t stood at this section in years.She heard a couple of girls tittering one aisle over and pulled her hood up, finally grabbing a small, fancy decorated box of suppressant pils, painkillers and an aroma scented oil. She figured Cait had all the rest of the fancy stuff.As she headed toward the cash through the candy aisle she paused and grabbed a handful of energy and chocolate bars - they both always got snacky. Couldn’t hurt.She dropped her selection on the counter and tried not to look embarassed at the older woman checking her out. The cashier, an older alpha from the smell, gave her and her purchase a once over and a small snort of laughter, reaching behind her to a shelf beside the cigarettes. She took a small, familiar lighter-sized box down and placing it with the rest.“You might want this too,” she said with a knowing smirk, “just in case.”Pregnancy prevention.Vi just nodded and took out her wallet.Now all the supplies rustle in the bag at her side and Vi swallows down the nerves at what she’s going to say or do next. Caitlyn’s room is closed, loud orchestral music coming from it, and Vi’s standing outside the door chewing her lip and uncomfortably adjusting the front of her pants.She clears her throat and places the bag by the door, knocking on it loudly a couple of times. “Hey, Cait?” she calls out, doing her best to breath as little as she can and failing terribly, “pills are out here. I’ll have my phone on me if you need anything, k?” She hesitates, then turns to go when she hears a stumbling movement from Cait’s room, the music volume lowering. She paused.Caitlyn opens the door, dressed in a tank top and pyjama pants, hair a damp disheveled mess, dark eyes darting from Vi to the bag on the floor and back up. “You’re not going to stay?”Vi makes a face, biting the inside of her cheek at the strength of pheromones coming from Caitlyn’s room and trying desperately to ignore how tight her pants are. “I’ll come back, I just don’t think it’s a good idea for me to spend too much time here right now. With you like this.”Dark eyes glare at her. “We’re not mindless animals, we can— we can manage this.” Caitlyn says, sounding for all the world like she’s trying to carry a heavy weight. Her gaze bores into Vi’s as Caitlyn takes a shuddering breath.“Please,” she adds, “I don’t want to go through this alone. Your suppressant and the emergency medication should be fine, I won’t hurt you or demand anything of you. I just need… presence.”Vi doesn’t know how to tell Cait that the suppressant is barely going to do it’s job in a situation like this. When she wouldn’t be able to resist Cait coming on to her even with zero hormone influence. This isn’t just Vi handling herself around any omega in heat, this is Caitlyn. Caitlyn who’s scent is as familiar to Vi as her own, who sits pressed up against her on the couch and holds her hand when they walk outside and hugs her longer than anyone else and makes her favourite meals for no occasion even when she’s busy and who Vi has, ashamedly, fantasized about during her own needy cycles when single maybe a bit too many times. Caitlyn who’s off limits because they’re friends.Adding a joined hormone fest when both of their instincts might mistake familiarity for something more and this isn’t going to… the way Cait’s chest is moving with each heavy breath is distracting her. Vi needs to, f@ck, no. She tears her eyes away, looking at the corner of the doorframe.“Okay, but I think we should probably try to spend the time in our separate rooms cause, uh… I’m supposed to start soon too.”“You are?” Caitlyn perks up slightly and takes a slow inhale through her nose.“Yeah, in the next couple of days, but if you’re going full it’s probably going to trigger it…” Vi swallows as she watches Caitlyn’s eyes flutter close, nostrils flaring slightly. “Cait?”Cait opens her eyes, pupils expanded to nearly blacken out her blue iris. She licks her lips. “We haven’t synced up in a while.” She says softly.Vi scratches the back of her neck. “Yeah, hell of a timing, eh.”“Yes,” Cait bites her lower lip, looking thoughtful. “And we’ll probably both have strong reactions to each other due to that.”“Yeah, so if you want me to I’ll-““No, no,” Cait lifts a finger, tapping slightly at the air as her eyes continue to dart in that way they do when she thinks. “This could, we could help each other.” She glances back up at Vi with those darkened eyes.Vi’s heart leaps at the implication. “Help?”“Get our…” Caitlyn straightens slightly, face still flushed but breathing more even as she schemes, eyes darting again, thumb tapping the door jam. “It’s just hormones. Chemicals. We know that cycles can be… satisfied early if the person is. We could arrange a…” she licks her lips, nodding, voice trailing off into a mutter.There’s a tightness in her throat as Vi speaks up. “You wanna f@ck buddy with me to end your heat faster?”“And your rut.” Caitlyn adds quickly with her hips twitching noticeably and Vi forcing herself to hold eye contact. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. We’re just helping speed things up. With, with the- god Vi, it’s only just started and I feel like I’m going insane. I don’t know if I can keep this up for days and I have work to get to.”“The pills should help,” Vi points, despite the voice in the back of her head screaming at her to shut up shut up shut up because Caitlyn just suggested they sleep together no strings attached.But, truthfully, Vi has to admit to herself that she wants the strings. She wants to be tied down. Together, partners… mates even. Something Cait’s never seemed to want. She tries to find an excuse to turn Cait down that she’ll accept, won’t be hurt, won’t argue.“My, uh, my ruts can be rough, Cait. I don’t go out for them for a reason.”There’s a stretch of silence as they look at each other, before Cait asks with remarkable clear voice. “Rough?”The interest dripping from Cait’s tone does absolutely nothing for Vi’s self control and she clears her throat. “Yeah, it’s me, right? And it’s… I don’t want to hurt you when we’re both a little, y’know, heat brained.”“Hurting me? Is that what you’re afraid of?” Caitlyn pushes off the door and crosses the hall to Vi, lightly running her fingers up Vi’s arms, flattening her palms against Vi’s shoulders. Her eyes are completely black at this point and Vi glances at the pharmacy bag still closed on the floor.“Don’t you want—““Violet.” Caitlyn very nearly purrs, bringing her lips up to Vi’s ear. “You could never hurt me.” She kisses the spot below Vi’s ear, that sensitive soft skin that brings a shiver through Vi all the way down to her toes. Then she moves up to bring herself face to face with Vi, the hands on Vi’s shoulders clenching with just enough pressure not to be uncomfortable, her breath hot on Vi’s cheek. “I trust you.” Cait whispers.She leans forward some more, pressing her hips flush to Vi’s. They both groan when Cait’s thin pyjama pants push up against the bulge in Vi’s jeans, and Cait actually, tortuously, wiggles her hips against it.“Do you want this?” Cait murmurs, voice low and thick. The scent of her pheromones is driving Vi insane at this point, and she’s not sure how much longer she can steer her looming rut instincts, excited at the prospect of a needy omega.“I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it.” Vi says, strained, staring at the ceiling. “But I didn’t think you did. Do.”“Oh Vi. You think I haven’t thought about this?” Caitlyn’s still slowly grinding against the thick denim zipper fold of Vi’s jeans, using that pressure, letting out little small whines. “I think about you so often. My pillow is quite familiar with muffling the sound of your name.”Vi leans her head back against the wall, trying to keep herself from just grabbing Cait right there, doing her best to keep deliberately breathing. “Oh,” she says, choked, “cool. That’s cool.”“Please, Violet.” Caitlyn’s voice has lost it’s seductive tone, a needy whine to it now, dropping her forehead to Vi’s shoulder as her hips start to rock with more purpose than a tease, “I just need— ah. You don’t have to knot me, I just, if you could please—“Vi’s brain goes completely blank at Caitlyn saying ‘knot me’ in a begging tone while grinding up against her. Every fantasy, daydream, hopeless want and instinct in her hones in on that thought, of grabbing Caitlyn and pressing her against the wall, pushing into her, sealing her, breeding her with Vi’s—“F@ck.” Vi almost growls out. “F@ck Cait, you can’t just say those things.”“Can’t say what things?” The teasing tone is back in Caitlyn’s voice, like she knows how saying it affected Vi. She probably does, Vi is pretty sure all her blood is in her d@ck right now. She’s impressed her zipper’s holding.Caitlyn leans back up to press her mouth against Vi’s ear. “Can’t say ‘knot me’? Or ‘f@ck me’? Or,” she lowers her mouth slightly, open and wet against the skin of Vi’s neck, breath hot, “— breed me?”Vi’s self restraint can only hold back so far.With lightning speed she whips them around, pushing Cait up against the wall, holding her hands above her head by the wrists. Caitlyn’s eyes widen, mouth in a half shocked smile as Vi tries desperately to keep some composure. Her groin is aching, all encompassing throbbing need, Caitlyn’s neck is stretched out in front of her, the pheromones in the air, she’s too hot. Her brain can’t process. She feels her lip curl in a half snarl, feels the heat of Caitlyn pressed against her, smells the c@cktail of their cycles mixing too perfectly.Unable to help herself, Vi lowers her head to the curve of Cait’s neck, taking a long slow inhale of her scent and feeling it burn through her, clouding her mind like a smoke. She lets out a low satisfied hum, feels Caitlyn arch and whine slightly at the noise, hands flexing where Vi’s still pressing them against the wall.“You really wanna do this?” She asks, almost surprised by how low her voice growls. “To run our cycles through faster?”“It just makes sense. We’re friends,” Cait gasps out, rocking her hips into Vi’s with a desperate lack of rhythm now. “We’re in need. Friends in—. Helping each other out.” She strains against Vi’s hands, the motion pressing her chest into Vi’s and f@ck, f@ck, how can she say no to this.“Yeah, makes sense.” Vi drags her mouth onto the curve of Caitlyn’s throat, rewarded with a high desperate moan. She starts to kiss along the skin, distantly aware that she’s rolling her hips against Caitlyn’s, pressing her into the wall, the pressure an amazing relief. She runs her tongue along Cait’s neck, hearing her let out a strangled “god—“Vi shifts her hands so she’s still holding both of Cait’s with one, brings the other hand down to grab at Cait’s waist, squeezes at the flesh through the fabric of her pants. And then slides her hand so her thumb dips below the waistband, Caitlyn’s skin hot and teasing.“F@ck.” Caitlyn pants out, hips jerking at the stimulation. “Please, Vi, touch me, f@ck me, god do anything to me just— ah, god.”Vi slides her hand back, gripping Caitlyn’s ass under her pants, moaning as she realizes Caitlyn isn’t wearing any underwear. Something she said earlier pr@cks at Vi’s mind through the hazy cloud of l@st.“Were you touching yourself?” She asks into Caitlyn’s throat. Cait whines. “Is that why your scent’s so strong in here?”Caitlyn lets out a pleading, whimpering noise that Vi’s never heard before.Vi grabs at Caitlyn’s ass and pushes her into Vi’s jeans, pushing her to grind against her, groaning at the layers still separating them. They move like that, Vi forcing Cait against her while holding her to the wall, kissing and scrapping teeth in her neck, and Cait making desperate noises that rise as her movements stutter, jerk. And then Cait arcs best she can between Vi and the wall, Vi’s name spilling from her mouth.Vi’s never heard Caitlyn say her name like that before, and now she’s burning with the possessive need to hear it again and again.Dropping Cait’s hands, Vi tucks both of hers under her friend’s incredible ass, lifting her. With a delighted noise Cait wraps her legs around Vi’s waist and, with her hands finally free, grabs onto the sides of Vi’s face to kiss her deeply for the first time. It’s wet, messy, teeth against teeth and it’s exhilarating. Vi almost slams Cait back into the wall, considers f@ck@ng her right there, but the bed is so close.She manages to stay focused, walks them into Cait’s bedroom as quickly as she can, nearly throwing Caitlyn on the bed and climbing up on top of her to rejoin their mouths.They kiss frantically, undress even moreso, Cait clawing at Vi’s shirt trying to pull it up, Vi fumbling with her pants to undo the zipper. Caitlyn pulls Vi’s shirt up, almost gets it stuck on her head, Vi snapping back to the kiss as soon as the garment’s discarded, like magnets, like they need this more than oxygen. Vi feels like she needs this more than oxygen. Cait has one hand in her hair, the other dragging a slow, sharp line down Vi’s back below her sports bra band that makes her shudder, makes her c@ck throb, makes her want to know how deep Cait can carve into her.She reaches between them, her zipper pulled down, fumbling to open her pants up. Caitlyn catches on to what she’s doing and pushes Vi to sit back on her feet, yanks Vi’s jeans down to her knees and cups her through her boxers with one warm hand, long fingers curling around the straining fabric.They both groan, Vi pushing her hips more into the the sensation.“You…” Cait says in a low tone, squeezing slightly and making Vi groan again.Vi drops down on her arms again, pushes Cait’s shirt up and takes a hard nipple in her mouth, sucking. Caitlyn keens, hand grasping Vi’s c@ck clenching and tugging and Vi thrusts into the grip, clutching hard to Cait’s bedsheets. All the grinding and teasing earlier have made her too sensitive.She grabs Caitlyn’s hand, to pull it away and press it down onto the mattress, mouth sucking and biting at the swell of Caitlyn’s breast. Then her hand trails down to slip under the waistband of Cait’s pants, finding her-“F@ck Cait, you’re so wet,” Vi murmurs and Caitlyn lets out a light gasp of acknowledgment. Vi’s instincts preen at the fact her omega is so wet, so ready for her and she leans up to nip at Cait’s neck, so close to the sweet spot, the noises Caitlyn makes as good as any touch.Vi slides her fingers through the slick, dips in and out to spread it around as Cait bucks under her with absolutely insane noises. Then Vi tests with two fingers, in and curling, and Caitlyn bends and moans while more arousal soaks out. She knows it’s partially Caitlyn’s heat, but Vi can’t help but be inwardly proud she’s gotten Cait so wet and sensitive already.Taking her wet hand she shoves the waistband of her boxers down and begins to stroke the slick onto herself, pressing teeth onto Cait’s shoulder to stay grounded as she grabs her sensitive c@ck.“You ready?” She asks, kissing up to Cait’s ear, and Caitlyn nods, hips rolling to where Vi’s waiting, both of them moaning as Caitlyn’s wet centre brushes against the head of Vi’s.“F@ck me, Vi.” Cait nearly whimpers, hands clutching at Vi’s back like a lifeline. “Please.”Before the sound of Caitlyn begging can drive her further insane, Vi silences her with a kiss, sucking Cait’s tongue as she positions herself to enter, sliding inside <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_EMAIL_ADDRESS> can’t control the way her hips start to rock, to thrust, to pound as soon she bottoms out in Cait, movements desperate and deep as the sounds both of them start making. Cait’s so tight, so wet, everything is so soft and it feels amazing. Like heaven. Like they were built for each other.“Yes, there, right there,” Cait’s head is bent back as she clings to Vi’s shoulders, nails making indents that burn a need in Vi for teeth on skin. “F-f@ck me right— right— Ah!”Vi grits her teeth together, growling into Caitlyn’s shoulder as she feels Cait clenching around her, so tight Vi can barely move. Vi’s not fully in her cycle yet, hasn’t built up a knot, but this should be enough for now, maybe, help cool them down, to clear her head.But the one instinct drive that’s fighting her is to bite. To mark. Caitlyn’s neck stretched out and exposed and bare and Caitlyn is gasping out her name, biting her omega is her right. Is what she’s supposed to do. She can’t, she shouldn’t, she has to, she needs to, it’s burning in her and she can’t fight it.She tries to redirect, bites down at Caitlyn’s shoulder instead, non permanent. It helps, slightly, to satisfy at least the instinct for teeth in soft flesh.Caitlyn comes with a shrill noise that fades out, a hand clapping to her mouth as the other fists into her bedsheets. Vi still rocks her hips, slower, last shred of awareness trying to hold off her own @rg@sm until she can pull out but wanting this to last as long as it can for Cait. She kisses along her br@@sts, flicks her tongue across nipples as she realizes Cait’s still so tense she’s not breathing. Vi stills, kissing the breastbone where she can feel Caitlyn’s pounding heart, murmuring.“Breath, babe. Breath.”Cait inhales, ragged, letting out a sigh that turns into a light laugh. “Wow.”Vi grins, lets out an exhale as she looks down. “Good?”“Horrible, one star review.” Caitlyn manages, shifting around before flexing her core around Vi still inside her and letting out a gasp. “Oh, goodness, you’re still in there.”“I haven’t…” Vi starts but loses it to a groan as Caitlyn flexes again, feeling the full pressure. “Wasn’t sure where you wanted me to- ah f@ck.”“You can come right in me, if it’ll satisfy you.” Caitlyn smiles coyly, tensing herself around Vi again and looking pleased at the resulting groan. Cait starts to rock her hips, Vi closing her eyes and matching as the pressure builds up again.“F@ck. Are you sure?”“Absolutely. You’re my alpha,” Cait says, and her tone is so low and growly with the words that Vi snaps her head up to see Caitlyn’s still flushed, her eyes are still dark; the heat is still holding onto her tightly. “You’re mine.” She says again, breathy, fingers clutching at Vi’s biceps. “I’m yours. Use me.”“I thought you were using me?” Vi tries to joke, but Cait ignores it, drops her hands down to press palms against Vi’s br@@sts, still covered in her sports bra. Vi groans and Caitlyn rubs her thumbs over the hard nipples.“F@ck me Vi,” Caitlyn’s voice whines as she stretches back, hands sliding down to press against Vi’s lower back. “As much as you need, darling, please.”“Cait,” Vi thrusts forward as Caitlyn’s hands press, encouraging her to keep building the motion.“F@ck me like your mate,” Cait gasps and Vi looks up again while biting back a groan. Caitlyn’s bent back into the the pillow again, one hand in her own hair, neck exposed and tempting. “Vi, Vi please,” she begs, eyes squeezed shut.Vi’s mouth waters, her teeth itch, every nerve in her body starts to scream at her to bite her, claim her, take her. That perfect neck, Caitlyn’s neck, make Caitlyn hers, come on she’s begging for it.Vi snarls and drags her teeth down Cait’s shoulder close to where she’s already bitten in frustration and Cait whines desperately.Worried she might not be able to control herself as the @rg@sm clouds her mind, Vi slips out and, before Cait can protest, Vi’s grabbing her and flipping her over, shifting the woman onto her forearms, adjusting and sliding back inside her. Caitlyn lets out an animalistic noise, followed by a ‘yes’ and thrusts herself back into Vi’s jerking hips.Vi finally relaxes to her l@st, the temptation of Cait’s neck further away, holding herself upright on her knees as she grabs Caitlyn’s waist and f@cks into her hard enough Vi can hear the bed shaking over the sounds of Cait gasping out ‘f@ck’s and ‘yes’s into the bedsheets.It takes almost nothing before she shudders and bends over Cait, groaning her name into her skin. Vi wraps her arms tightly around that lean waist to hold Cait still, upright, as Vi feels herself spilling inside. Cait’s walls squeeze her, tense around as Cait pushes her ass back as far as she can, forcing her hips up like a yoga pose with her hands stretched out in front of her to pull at the wrinkled sheets, face pressed into the mattress as she muffles her @<PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_EMAIL_ADDRESS> the waves finish passing through Vi she feels the hazy rush clearing a bit, the pounding need in her blood cooling. She leans down and kisses Cait’s spine softly to ground herself. As she feels Cait sigh and relax, Vi loosens her grip on Cait, slips out and helps her sink down onto the bed before flopping herself down beside her. Cait’s hair is in her face, eyes barely open, ears red and face flush pink with a sheen of sweat as she breathes deep gasping breathes to settle.Cait’s breathing evens out after a moment, her eyes flickering open, up to meet Vi’s. They’re back to blue, for now, bright and familiar. She searches Vi’s face, and Vi wonders what she’s looking for, before Caitlyn smiles slightly and whispers softly.“Hey.”Vi tries to ignore the way her heart skips at that and reaches over to push the hair out of Cait’s face to see her better. “Hey.” She says back.Caitlyn bites her lip, looks thoughtful for a second with her eyes darting to the side, before she leans forward and gives Vi a gentle kiss on the lips. Vi rests her hand on Caitlyn’s cheek and holds her there.“Thank you,” Caitlyn whispers into the kiss, pulling back, suddenly bashful despite the fact she practically mounted Vi the hall earlier. Vi just chuckles, hesitates, leans forward and kisses Cait again. The kissing now is slower, softer, unhurried, and Vi strangely doesn’t feel weird about the fact that they’re both nearly naked and kissing like this.It starts to get a little heated again, Cait’s mouth moving down to suck a spot on Vi’s neck, her hand lazily circling Vi’s hip, Vi moving a hand up to palm a breast again. Caitlyn lets out a small moan and Vi’s shifting, rolling back to pull Cait on top of her, sliding a hand down to grab her ass.And then Cait’s stomach growls. Loudly. They pull apart and Cait laughs, breathless, embarrassed and Vi laughs along with her.“You never ate any of those pancakes, did you?” Vi grins. Caitlyn smiles a tight, embarrassed grin back.“I did get a little frustrated and I may have… forgotten.”Chuckling, Vi props herself up on her elbows. “Well, I think there’s still some frozen pizza in the freezer. That good?” Caitlyn nods and Vi groans through the new soreness of her muscles as she pushes off the bed. She stands and stretches out her back, hearing a choked noise from behind her.She shoots a grin behind at Cait, still lying sprawled and content on the blankets and staring at Vi’s bare back with a hungry expression. The attention makes Vi feel shy and she scratches at the back of her head.“K, I’m gonna,” she clears her throat, “I’ll clean up and then get the pizzas cooking. Alright?”Cait nods, pushing herself up a bit. “I might shower while you’re cooking… again.”Vi pulls her pants back on and nods, running her hand through her hair while she walks to the bathroom.Thirty minute later the pizzas sit half eaten on the counter and Caitlyn is riding Vi’s lap on the couch.They’d tried, honestly, to make it through the whole meal. But Cait had come out of the shower in just a towel wrapped around herself, hair in a bun to keep it dry, and they’d only managed a bit of silent eating before Vi could feel the pheromones get too hot again, and Cait’s eye darkened and she pushed Vi to sit on the couch, kneeling down before her and saying huskily that she was hungry for something else.The image of Caitlyn on her knees, between Vi’s legs, sucking and pumping as Vi pulled her hair is one that Vi’s going to be saving for the next hundred lonely ruts.And now, hair undone from Vi’s hands and bruises sucked into her br@@sts, Cait’s f@ck@ng herself on three of Vi’s fingers and gripping Vi’s shoulder. She’s letting out high gasps of Vi’s name and she’s naked and she’s dripping down Vi’s wrist and— f@ck. Vi’s hard again already so soon after the bl@wj@b but she’s not moving her hand yet, not while this is happening.“I want to f@ck you forever,” Cait gasps out, curling slightly, dragging nails over the muscles of Vi’s back. “God, Vi you’re ah— amazing.”“F@ck, you’re the amazing one,” Vi grunts as Cait starts to kiss sloppy at her neck, teeth on the skin and Vi’s instincts start to cloud her again. Mate her, claim her- “god I wanna f@ck you full.”Caitlyn lets out a sharp cry at that. Encouraged, Vi keeps going.“You want your alpha to satisfy you babe?” She says in a low tone, feeling how Cait clenches and shudders when she says it. “Want me to f@ck you like the breeder b@tch you’re meant to be? F@ck you like the animals we’re not?”It’s dirtier than she expected to go, but the words seem to do their trick and Cait’s coming apart on her fingers for the second time today, crying out into her shoulder and kissing Vi to muffle the sounds, kissing her wet and desperate and shaking on Vi’s hand under her body relaxes and she pulls back to breath.“Oh my god,” Caitlyn manages, smiling and resting her forehead against Vi’s as they both catch their breath. She raises herself so Vi can slip out and sighs. “Why have we never thought to do this before?”Vi could think of a few reasons this was probably a bad idea but Cait’s hand has drifted back down to her cock and Vi’s not really in a place to be articulate.“Would you like to f@ck me from behind again?” Caitlyn whispers as she squeezes.And that’s how the better part of the day goes. Caitlyn on her knees on the sofa, hands gripping deep dents into the back cushion with Vi’s hands holding them down. Vi almost breaking the shower curtain bar when Cait spits on her hand and tells Vi to aim wherever she wants. Caitlyn against the counter, flour on her hands and shirt from attempting to make dinner, Vi’s hand down her pants as they gasp into each other’s mouths. Vi’s arm and core muscles starting to protest the exertion as she leans over Caitlyn, back on Caitlyn’s bed, hair sticking to her forehead sweat as Cait’s hands mark red lines into Vi’s back tattoos.“F@ck me until I can’t walk, f@ck me until I can’t think, f@ck me until I can’t be anything but yours,” she groans into Vi’s mouth, legs wrapping around Vi’s waist and they both whine at the change of angle. Cait runs her nails deeper along Vi’s back, making Vi hiss, “f@ck me like I’m yours.”Vi bites her own arm when she comes, feeling Caitlyn coming under her as they both shudder and collapse into each other, sweat and limbs and panting.They stay there a moment, catching breath, the exhaustion from the day finally starting to sink in. Cait runs her hands softly over Vi’s back and Vi sighs, nuzzling into Caitlyn’s shoulder, before she pushes herself off. Cait turns to follow her, hand running down Vi’s shoulder, down her arm and back up.Vi feels heavy, blissed out, and smiles and mumbles sleepily into the pillow at the soft tickling sensation.Caitlyn leans in and again kisses Vi softly, hand brushing the back of her fingers softly on Vi’s cheek. “We should clean up before we pass out.” She whispers. “And, hm, perhaps sleep in your bed.”“Yeah, right.” Vi nods and groans as she pushes up, sore muscles angry she’s moving again, and she stands up, helps Caitlyn stand on wobbly legs.They clean up, laughing quietly, Vi teasing Cait as she leans against her and Cait kissing her cheek repeatedly until Vi laughs and calls a truce. They brush teeth, Caitlyn’s insistence, and shuffle and stumble into Vi’s bed. She pulls the covers over them, and Caitlyn wraps an arm around Vi’s waist and tucks her nose into Vi’s neck.She falls asleep like that, breath warm and even on Vi’s skin, and as Vi settles into the exhaustion and warmth, listening to the barely audible sighing snore Cait makes, the calmest her nerves have felt in ages, she almost forgets that this is supposed to be temporary.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          “I’m gonna write an smutty oneshot” she thinks before writing 10k words with exposition and having to split it into two chapters.'
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