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Assistant: Title: Piltover University
        Author: reimanticism reimanticism 
        Chapter: 22/40 
        Summary: “I’m sorry, who are you?” Her voice was low and clipped, tinged with a posh accent.

  Seraphine froze mid-hug. “Um, your roommates?”

  “Where are Evelynn and Camille?” the girl asked, looking genuinely bewildered.

  “Who?” Mel asked, frowning.

  “My actual roommates,” she said slowly, as if speaking to children.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, cupcake.” Vi cut in. “We’re your roommates.”
Councillor's daughter and closeted lesbian Caitlyn Kiramman's college plans didn’t include rooming with a loud-mouthed brute who treats hookup culture like a competitive sport, but after a housing mix-up and getting ditched by her former friends, she’s now stuck with strangers. Meanwhile, Vi’s attempt to fit in with upperclass college students ends in disaster when she hurls a beer bottle at the founder's statue in drunken rage, landing her in community service at the women’s center…where her prissy uptight roommate just so happens to volunteer.OrA Slice of Life College AU inspired by The S@x Lives of College Girls
        Contents: Chapter 22: Keeping up with the Kirammans
    

    


      
        
          
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    Vi sprawled out on Caitlyn’s massive four-poster bed, her arms behind her head as she stared up at the intricately designed ceiling. The beams were carved with delicate patterns and inlaid with gold accents that seemed to shimmer in the late afternoon light streaming through the tall windows. 
  It was ridiculous. 

  Who even had ceilings this fancy? 
“This place is nuts,” Vi declared, her voice carrying through the room. “Like, seriously, Cupcake, your house is something out of a fairy tale. You’ve got gold on your ceiling. Gold. Do you ever just lie in bed and think, ‘Wow, I live like a princess’?”Caitlyn, who had just finished giving Vi a tour of the estate, leaned against the doorframe of her walk-in closet with an amused smile. “I don’t think about it much, honestly. It’s just… home to me. But I have to admit, seeing it through your eyes is entertaining.”Vi turned her head to look at Caitlyn, smirking. “Entertaining? This is insane. Your family’s tailor probably has a fancier house than half of Zaun.”Caitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she pushed off the doorframe. “Alright, alright, I get it. The Kiramman Estate is excessive. But we should probably start getting ready for the ball.” She walked into her closet and emerged a moment later with a sleek black box, wrapped with a silver ribbon. “And on that note, I picked something out for you.”Vi sat up, her curiosity piqued. “What’s in the box?” she asked, her eyebrows rising.Caitlyn placed the box on the bed beside Vi. “Open it and find out.”Vi carefully undid the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing a perfectly tailored, dark suit inside with a maroon dress shirt. The fabric was smooth and luxurious, with subtle silver accents that caught the light. It wasn’t flashy, but it was undeniably classy—a perfect mix of elegance and edge. Vi ran her fingers over the fabric, her lips curving into an appreciative smile.“D@mn...” she said, looking up at her. “This is… really nice. Like, too nice. You didn’t have to go all out like this.”Caitlyn sat down beside her, her expression soft. “I wanted to. You’re important to me, Vi. And I wanted you to feel comfortable and confident tonight. Plus,” she added with a small smirk, “I had to make sure you wouldn’t show up in a leather jacket and ripped jeans.”Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Fair point. Thanks, cupcake. This means a lot.” “Of course,” Caitlyn said, her voice warm. “Now, you should probably get changed. The bathroom’s just down the hall. I’ll use the closet.”Vi nodded, picking up the box and giving Caitlyn a playful grin. “Alright, I’ll go make myself all fancy for you. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.”Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as she watched Vi head toward the bathroom. “I’ll try to survive.”  Caitlyn stepped out of her closet, the black gown clinging to her figure like it was made for her—and it was. The high slit on one side revealed her long, toned leg with every step, while the fitted bodice and delicate silver straps added an air of elegance. She glanced up, feeling a little nervous about how Vi might react.But the moment she saw Vi, Caitlyn stopped in her tracks. Vi was leaning casually against the window frame, the evening light spilling over her tailored suit. It was perfect—dark suit with subtle silver accents, the sharp lines of the jacket accentuating her broad shoulders and narrow waist. The maroon dress shirt underneath was unbuttoned just enough to hint at her collarbone, a casual yet alluring detail that screamed effortless charm. Her messy red hair was slicked back just enough to be neat, while still retaining her signature edge. Caitlyn's breath caught in her throat.Vi turned her head when she heard Caitlyn’s footsteps, and the moment her eyes landed on her, they widened, her lips parting slightly in awe. She pushed herself off the window and stood frozen, her gaze raking over Caitlyn from head to toe.“Holy sh@t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with raw admiration. “Caitlyn… you’re…”Caitlyn blushed, “You look very handsome.” she replied, stepping closer. “Do I pass inspection?” she teased, though her tone was soft, almost shy.Vi blinked as if snapping out of a trance. “Pass inspection? Cupcake, you’ve just completely redefined the word perfect.” Her voice was low, warm, and laced with a reverence that made Caitlyn’s heart flutter. “How the hell do you expect me to focus on anything tonight when you’re… this?”Caitlyn let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Vi, stop,” she said, though she couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re exaggerating.”“Am I, though?” Vi took a slow step closer, her smirk turning into something softer, more genuine. “Because from where I’m standing, I’ve never seen anything—or anyone—more beautiful in my life.”Caitlyn opened her mouth to reply, but Vi was already closing the distance between them. The taller woman’s hands found their way to Caitlyn’s waist, her fingertips brushing lightly over the smooth fabric of the gown. Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively resting on Vi’s chest. “And you…” Vi murmured, her voice dropping lower as she leaned in slightly, their faces mere inches apart. “You’ve got the nerve to call me handsome when you’re standing here looking like a goddess. Now, that's just unfair.”Caitlyn’s lips curled into a smirk, her initial shyness giving way to her own playful confidence. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, her voice sweet but teasing. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Vi. In fact…” Her eyes flicked down to Vi’s suit, taking in the way it fit her perfectly. “You might just outshine me tonight.”Vi chuckled, the sound low and intimate. “Not a chance,” she whispered, leaning in closer until their foreheads were almost touching. Her hands tightened slightly on Caitlyn’s waist, drawing her just a fraction nearer. “You’ve got every single star in the sky beat, babe. No contest.”Caitlyn’s heart raced, but she maintained her composure, tilting her head up to meet Vi’s gaze directly. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” she said softly, her voice almost a challenge. “Careful, or I might start believing you.”Vi’s grin widened, and she leaned in just a bit more, her lips brushing Caitlyn’s ear as she whispered, “You should believe me.”Caitlyn shivered at the sensation, her hands sliding up to rest on Vi’s shoulders. For a moment, she considered letting herself get completely lost in the moment. But then the thought of the ball—and her parents—broke through the haze.She gently pushed Vi back, her hands still lingering on her shoulders as she gave her a pointed look. “As much as I’d love to continue… this” she said, her voice breathless but firm, "We do have a party to attend. And in case you’ve forgotten, my parents don’t know we’re… together. Or that I’m even gay.”Vi groaned dramatically, dropping her hands but still keeping her mischievous grin. “Right, right. Your definitely platonic, not-at-all-f@ck@ng-each-other best friend,” she teased, stepping back and making an exaggerated gesture of zipping her lips. “Don’t worry, Cupcake, I’ll be on my best behavior. Scout’s honor.”Caitlyn raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You were never a scout.”Vi winked. “Details.”Caitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she grabbed a small clutch from her dresser. “Come on, you ridiculous woman,” she said, linking her arm with Vi’s. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”Caitlyn and Vi arrived into the grand hall, the atmosphere enveloped them—a harmonious blend of opulence and sophistication. The soft glow of crystal chandeliers reflected off the polished marble floors, creating a dreamy ambiance. The string quartet played a delicate waltz, its melody floating through the air, mixing with the hum of voices, laughter, and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Caitlyn’s eyes flicked across the room, scanning for her father, Tobias. She found him almost immediately, standing near the bar, engaged in conversation with a group of investors. The moment Tobias saw his daughter, his face softened, and he politely excused himself from the group, making his way toward them.“Caitlyn,” Tobias greeted, his voice warm, though his smile was measured. “And Vi, it’s a pleasure to see you both. You look very handsome this evening.”Vi, not one to be overly formal in these types of situations, gave a relaxed grin and gave Tobias a friendly nod. “Thanks, Tobias,” she said with her usual ease, a touch of humor in her voice. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”Tobias chuckled lightly, his expression softening as he looked at Caitlyn. “I must say, you both look exceptional tonight,” he said.Caitlyn smiled politely, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks, Father. Have you seen Mother?”Tobias gave a dismissive wave toward the far end of the room. “Your mother’s speaking with some investors. You know how she is—always in the thick of business,” he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice, but it was carefully concealed. “Enjoy the evening, both of you. I’ll catch up with you later.”With a final approving nod toward Caitlyn and Vi, Tobias stepped away, disappearing into the throng of guests, leaving the two women standing together at the edge of the bustling crowd. Vi, on the other hand, was looking around the hall with wide eyes, taking in the sheer scale of the extravagance. She leaned in toward Caitlyn, her voice low but full of awe. “D@mn, this place is insane,” she muttered, her gaze scanning the sea of finely dressed people.Caitlyn chuckled softly, but her eyes held a flicker of something deeper, something harder to read. “Yeah, well… it’s the family business,” she replied, a small sigh escaping her lips. “Lots of pressure to keep up appearances.” She glanced at Vi, her expression softening. “But I’m glad you’re here with me,” she added quietly, her words sincere.Vi couldn’t help but smile at Caitlyn’s words, her nerves settling a little at the reassurance. Before she could respond, a server appeared out of nowhere, gracefully offering them a tray of champagne glasses. Without skipping a beat, Caitlyn picked up two flutes, handing one to Vi with a knowing smile.“Here,” Caitlyn said, her voice a touch playful. “We’re definitely going to need this if we want to survive the night.”Vi took the glass, meeting Caitlyn’s eyes with a smirk. “Cheers to that,” she said, lifting her glass in a mock toast before tipping it back and downing the drink in one go.Caitlyn raised an eyebrow in amusement, impressed by Vi’s boldness. “Easy there, champ. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.”Vi grinned, clearly unfazed. “Well, if I’m gonna have to keep up with the Kirammans, I need a little liquid courage,” she said, leaning in closer to Caitlyn, her playful tone taking on a more flirtatious edge. “Though, I’d much rather be distracted by something other than this party.”Caitlyn, her pulse quickening at the implication, flashed a knowing smile. “And what did you have in mind, Miss Lanes?”Vi's eyes twinkled as she placed her free hand on Caitlyn's waist. “You know exactly what I mean,” she teased, her voice low, just for Caitlyn’s ears.Caitlyn’s breath hitched for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure. “We do have to make it through this event first,” she replied, her words both playful and purposeful, as if daring Vi to cross that line.Vi stepped back reluctantly, though her grin remained, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re right,” she said with a soft sigh. “I’ll behave… for now.” Caitlyn took a step closer to Vi, leaning in with a wink. “Good. We’re already walking a fine line with the ‘definitely-not-more-than-friends’ act. Let’s not make it too obvious.”Vi laughed, her gaze lingering on Caitlyn’s lips, a playful tension hanging in the air between them. "Alright, alright. I’ll keep the flirting to a minimum."   Between the overly polished suits and the endless parade of champagne glasses, she felt like a single gear jammed into Piltover’s well-oiled machine.  Vi couldn’t shake the feeling that she was out of place.She stuck close to Caitlyn, her lifeline in this sea of pretentiousness. Caitlyn, ever the picture of grace, moved through the crowd like a fish in water, her polite smile never faltering. Vi admired how effortlessly she managed it, though she couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance when Caitlyn let go of her hand to avoid any curious stares.  Then Caitlyn's posture stiffened, her hand subtly clenching the fabric of her dress.  "Lucian," Caitlyn said, her voice clipped as her eyes locked onto the sharply dressed man standing before them. "Ah, Caitlyn," Lucian said, his tone as smooth as silk, flashing her a smile. "It’s been a while."  Vi’s eyes flicked to Caitlyn, who wore the kind of polite expression you’d reserve for a colleague who just ate your lunch but claimed it was theirs. Caitlyn forced a tight smile. "Not long enough."  Lucian’s gaze slid over to Vi, and his smirk grew. "And you must be Vi," he said, his voice dripping with that insufferable tone people used when they thought they were better than you. "Caitlyn’s... friend."  Vi tilted her head, letting the word hang in the air for a beat before replying with a slow, sarcastic smile. "That’s me. The bestfriend."  “Well, I suppose every radiant lady needs a loyal guard dog,” he quipped, his tone dripping with fake charm.Vi chuckled darkly. “You’re not wrong. Gotta keep the pests away.”Caitlyn interjected quickly. “Lucian, we’re just here to enjoy the evening. Let’s keep things light, shall we?”“Of course,” Lucian said smoothly, his gaze flicking back to Caitlyn like he’d already forgotten Vi existed. “You know, Caitlyn, I was just telling someone the other day about our time together. We had some great memories, didn’t we?”"Oh I remember, though great might be an exaggeration" Caitlyn replied, her voice honeyed with a sharp edge.Vi snorted into her drink, earning a sharp look from Lucian, which only made her grin.  Lucian brushed it off with a laugh, though there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "Well, it’s good to see you’ve still got that fiery spirit, Caitlyn. Always liked that about you." "Can't say the same to you," Vi muttered."Excuse me?" Lucian said, his voice sharpening.  Vi shrugged, casually swirling her drink. "Nothing. I'm just glad Caitlyn's douche-dating phase is over now. "  Lucian’s jaw clenched, and he opened his mouth to retort, but Caitlyn jumped in, her tone suddenly dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Lucian, it’s been...interesting, but Vi and I really should get going. You know, places to be, people to see."  "Right," Vi added with a grin.Lucian’s eyes darted between them, his brows furrowing slightly. He settled for shooting Vi a glare before turning back to Caitlyn.  "Well, Caitlyn," he said, his voice cool, "if you ever feel like upgrading again, you know where to find me."  Caitlyn’s smile didn’t waver, but her voice was like a knife. "I think I’ve had enough downgrades for a lifetime, thanks."  Vi had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as Lucian stiffened, muttered something under his breath, and stalked off, his perfectly shined shoes clicking against the marble floor.  As they moved through the crowd, Vi snickered under her breath. “Man, that guy’s ego is so big it needs its own zip code. How did you even date him?”Caitlyn shot her a look, her cheeks still flushed. “I was young. I was figuring things out. And for your information, I only dated him for three months.”Vi raised an eyebrow. “Three months? That’s like a year in straight-girl denial time.”Caitlyn let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head. "I wasn’t exactly... discerning back then."  Vi grinned, giving her a playful nudge. "Well, you’ve upgraded to me, so clearly, you’ve learned. Just… next time you want to experiment, maybe skip the smug investment bankers, yeah?"  Caitlyn rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile. "Noted. Now, let’s go find a corner where I can sulk in peace."  "And talk trash about your exes," Vi added, steering her toward the quieter side of the ballroom. "Starting with Mr. Charity Case over there."     As the party went on, Caitlyn found herself navigating the throng of guests with a practiced smile, nodding politely as socialites she barely knew gushed over how "grown up" she looked or prattled on about her family's influence. The Kiramman Winter Ball was, as always, a glittering spectacle, but Caitlyn could feel the weight of its grandeur pressing down on her. She’d was about to return to Vi, who was busy enjoying herself at the buffet table, when she spotted them.Camille and Evelyn.Of course, they'd be hereCaitlyn took a steadying breath, "Well," she muttered to herself, setting the glass on a passing server's tray, "this should be delightful."  “Caitlyn,” Camille greeted.“Camille. Evelyn.” Caitlyn’s own voice was smooth, perfectly polite. “It’s been a while,” Evelyn said, tilting her head. “You’ve been... busy, haven’t you?”  “Yes, though I imagine not as busy as the two of you,” Caitlyn replied with a faint smile. “Finding new roommates can be such a hassle, after all.”  “We didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” Camille said, her tone carrying that irritating Kiramman Ball-approved sincerity. “It was a misunderstanding.”  “Misunderstanding?” Caitlyn echoed, her eyebrows arching. “Ah, yes. What’s the misunderstanding, exactly? That you forgot to tell me you were dropping me as a friend or that you thought I wouldn’t notice?”  There was a flicker of something in Camille’s expression—guilt, maybe, or annoyance—but it was gone in an instant, replaced by the serene mask she always wore. Evelyn, meanwhile, looked like she might laugh, though Caitlyn couldn’t tell if it was out of discomfort or amusement.  “We didn’t want to make things awkward,” Evelyn offered, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. “You know how things get... complicated.”  Caitlyn smiled, a tight, brittle thing. “Of course. Why confront your problems when you can simply avoid them? It’s such an elegant solution.” The tension between them crackled like static, and for a moment, Caitlyn felt a flicker of satisfaction at their discomfort. But then Evelyn’s smirk returned, sharper now, and Caitlyn felt the shift before the words even left her mouth.  “So,” Evelyn said, drawing the word out, “how’s your... girlfriend?”  Caitlyn stiffened, the word hanging in the air between them like a grenade with the pin already pulled. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, and for a moment, her carefully curated composure wavered.  “What’s her name again?” Evelyn continued, “Vi, wasn’t it? Violet, or something like that?”  "We heard about it, it wasn't exactly subtle when you came out in campus and the fact you're dating every lesbian's wet dream." Camille chuckled. "Don’t worry, we’re not monsters. It’s not like we’re going to tell your parents or anything.”  The words hit like a slap.Caitlyn’s chest tightened, and she felt an icy dread settle in her stomach.  "It's kind of funny. Our gaydar was way off with you. Who knew huh?" Camille added, trying to lighten the mood.“Though,” Evelyn continued, “You might want to handle that soon. Secrets have a funny way of slipping out when you least expect them.”  Caitlyn couldn’t find her voice. The room felt too bright, the air too thin. She wanted to snap back, to tell them off, to do something—but instead, she forced herself to smile, the same brittle, polite smile she’d perfected over years of these kinds of interactions.  “Thank you for your... concern,” she said, her voice tight.  “Oh, we mean it,” Camille said, and for once, there was something almost genuine in her tone. “Congratulations, though. Despite everything, you finally decided to be yourself for once.”  With that, they turned and walked away, leaving Caitlyn standing there, her heart pounding and her mind racing. 
  She really needs to tell her parents.
  Vi found herself gravitating toward the buffet table, her plate piled high with anything that looked remotely edible. Fancy food wasn’t usually her thing, but tonight, it gave her something to focus on other than the sea of Piltover elites who glanced at her like she was a stray cat wandering into a luxury gala.Caitlyn had excused herself to “catch up” with a few family acquaintances, leaving Vi on her own. She watched from across the room as Caitlyn gracefully navigated conversations, her laugh polite and her smile effortless. Vi couldn’t help but admire her, though she also felt a pang of jealousy for how easily Caitlyn seemed to fit into this world.While nibbling on a delicate pastry, Vi caught sight of Tobias and Cassandra Kiramman approaching. Tobias wore his usual genial smile, while Cassandra’s expression was cool, her sharp eyes fixed on Vi.“Ah, Vi, nice to see you again. ” Tobias greeted her warmly. “How are you enjoying the party?”Vi straightened up, forcing a smile. “It’s... nice. The food’s great,” she said, holding up her plate in a half-joking manner. “Fancy stuff. Not exactly what I’m used to, but I can’t complain.”Tobias chuckled, seemingly amused by her casual tone. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Caitlyn’s always spoken highly of you, you know.”“Has she?” Vi asked, a little surprised, but also touched. “Well, she’s... one of a kind.”Cassandra’s voice cut in, smooth but with a razor-sharp undertone. “Indeed, she is. Caitlyn has always had a knack for seeing the potential in... unusual places.”Vi felt the backhanded comment land, but she forced herself to keep smiling. “Yeah, she’s got a good eye for things,” she said, her tone light but guarded.Cassandra’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a thin smile. “Tell me, Vi, how do you find Piltover? I imagine it must be... quite the adjustment, given where you’re from.”Vi’s grip on her plate tightened, but she kept her voice steady. “It’s different, sure, but I’ve been getting the hang of it. Caitlyn’s been a big help.”“Hmm,” Cassandra hummed, her tone dismissive. “I’m sure she has.” She glanced at Tobias, who seemed oblivious to the tension, then turned her sharp gaze back to Vi. "I hope you understand. It’s only natural, as a mother, to want what’s best for one’s child. And Caitlyn deserves the very best.”Vi’s stomach churned, but she kept her expression neutral. “I get that. I mean, who wouldn’t want the best for Cait? She’s... amazing.”Before Cassandra could respond, Caitlyn appeared at Vi’s side like a lifeline. “Mother, Father,” she said smoothly, her smile polite but her eyes sharp. “I hope you’re not interrogating my guest.”“Of course not, darling,” Tobias said with a laugh, though Cassandra’s expression remained frosty.Caitlyn slid an arm around Vi’s waist, a subtle but firm gesture that said, She’s with me. “Good,” Caitlyn replied, her tone cool. “Because I’d hate for anyone to feel unwelcome at our gathering.”Cassandra’s eyes flicked to the arm around Vi, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course not,” she said, her voice tight. “Well, Tobias, we should mingle with the other guests.”“Of course, dear,” Tobias said, giving Vi a polite nod. “It was lovely speaking with you, Vi.”“Yeah, you too,” Vi replied, her voice strained as they walked away.As soon as they were out of earshot, Vi let out a long breath, setting her plate down on the edge of the table. “That was... something.”Caitlyn turned to her, concern etched on her face. “Vi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think they’d—”“It’s fine,” Vi interrupted, though her voice lacked conviction. She ran a hand through her hair, avoiding Caitlyn’s gaze. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t expect it, right? I don’t exactly scream ‘Piltover elite.’”Caitlyn frowned, stepping closer. “Vi—”“It’s whatever,” Vi said, shaking her head. But the crack in her voice gave her away. Caitlyn reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Come with me,” she said softly.Before Vi could protest, Caitlyn guided her through the crowded room and out onto the terrace. The cool night air hit them as Caitlyn led her down the steps to the garden, where the hum of the party faded into the background.A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, and the path was lit by warm golden lights strung along the hedges. Caitlyn walked ahead, her hand still holding Vi’s, leading her to a small clearing surrounded by flowerbeds. Vi took in the scene with wide eyes. The garden was stunning, a mix of carefully manicured hedges and vibrant blooms. But what caught her attention most was the sea of small, delicate flowers scattered throughout the beds. Their soft purple petals glowed faintly in the dim light.“Violets,” Caitlyn said, noticing where Vi’s gaze had landed. She stopped and turned to face her, a small smile on her lips. “My mother planted them here when I was little. It was her way of honoring our family’s history—keeping something traditional in a place so full of innovation.”Vi knelt down, running her fingers lightly over the petals of one of the flowers. “They’re beautiful,” she murmured.Caitlyn crouched beside her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now, every time I come out here, I think of you. These flowers... they remind me of you. Resilient, even in the cold. Quietly beautiful, even when they don’t realize it.”Vi felt her cheeks flush, and she looked away, scratching the back of her neck. “Jeez, Cait... you don’t have to say stuff like that.”“I want to,” Caitlyn said, her voice gentle. She reached out, taking Vi’s hands in hers. “Vi, I know tonight has been hard. And I know my mother wasn’t... subtle. But I need you to hear this, you don’t have to fit into this world. I don’t want you to.”Vi hesitated, her gaze flicking between Caitlyn’s face and their intertwined hands. “But... I mean, look at this place, Cait. It’s your world. Fancy parties, snobby people, all of it. You belong here, and I’m just... some girl from the other side of the bridge who doesn’t know which fork to use.”Caitlyn squeezed her hands, her expression unwavering. “You’re so much more than that. You don’t have to know which fork to use, Vi. You don’t have to impress my parents or pretend to be someone you’re not. I don’t care about any of that. I care about you.”Vi’s throat tightened, and she looked down at their hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... hard, you know? Feeling like I’m not good enough for you.”Caitlyn leaned in, tilting Vi’s chin up so their eyes met. “You are more than enough for me, Violet. I don’t care about where you come from or how many forks you can use. You’re brave, kind, and you make me laugh when I need it most. That’s all I need.”Vi swallowed hard, her chest aching with emotion. “I just don’t want to hold you back.”“You’re not,” Caitlyn said firmly. “You never have. If anything, you’ve shown me a whole new side of life—a side I never would’ve seen if I’d stayed in my little bubble. I’m better with you, Vi. And I’m not letting you go because of a few snide comments.”Vi searched her eyes, and all she saw was sincerity. Slowly, she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re really stubborn, you know that?”Caitlyn grinned. “I’ve been told.”Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. You win. I’ll try not to let it get to me.”“Good,” Caitlyn said, standing and pulling Vi up with her. She laced their fingers together, her smile softening. “Now, come on. Let’s go back inside. We’ll make it through the rest of the party together.”Vi glanced back at the violets one last time before looking at Caitlyn, her smile growing. “Yeah. Together.” As the night wound down and the guests began to trickle out of the mansion, Vi couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and exhaustion. It hadn’t been terrible—apart from the minor inconvenience of nearly tripping over the buffet table’s skirting when she’d gotten too excited about the hors d'oeuvres, everything had gone relatively smoothly. All things considered, she was ready to call it a night.Vi found herself lingering by the foyer, unsure of what to do next. Caitlyn, however, seemed to have no intention of ending their time together. She stood beside Vi, her eyes scanning the room, her fingers brushing against Vi’s absentmindedly as they stood there in silence."Well, this was..." Vi started, only to trail off. She wasn’t sure how to sum up the night. Part of her was still in awe of the mansion, the luxury, and all the eyes watching them, but mostly she was just glad it was over.  But Caitlyn, standing next to her, clearly didn’t want it to end just yet. "I’m sorry you had to deal with all that," Caitlyn said quietly, her voice tinged with sincerity. "Though, I'm glad you came. Your presence definitely made the party more tolerable."Vi gave her a crooked smile, shrugging. "Eh, no big deal. I’m just glad I didn’t make a complete fool of myself."  "I think you did great," Caitlyn replied, her tone warm. "Really."  Vi chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, well, I’m not exactly the high-society type, am I?"  Before Caitlyn could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed through the foyer. Vi turned just in time to see Tobias and Cassandra approaching, looking like they were heading home. Tobias, as ever, wore that friendly, enthusiastic smile of his.  "Vi, Caitlyn," Tobias said, glancing at the two of them. "It’s getting late, and I don’t suppose you’ll be heading back to Zaun this evening, will you?"  Vi’s eyes widened at the suggestion. "Uh, well, yeah. I kind of have to. You know—long drive and all that."  Tobias, ever the gracious host, didn’t seem to take no for an answer. "It’s already pretty late, and Zaun is a good two-hour drive from here. Why don’t you stay the night? We’ve got a guest bedroom all set up for you."  "I really don’t want to put you out," Vi said quickly, her eyes flicking nervously to Caitlyn, but Tobias wasn’t hearing it.  "Come now, there’s no trouble at all. It’s a long way back for you. I insist." Tobias stepped forward, his enthusiasm unwavering.  Vi shook her head, trying to politely reject the offer. "I really appreciate it, but I don’t want to be a bother."  But Cassandra, who had been watching quietly with a hint of hesitation, finally spoke up, her tone firm but not unkind. "Tobias is right, Vi. It’s getting late, and Zaun is too far for you to drive back alone. You’re welcome to stay here."  Vi’s eyes widened slightly as she met Caitlyn’s gaze. Caitlyn’s expression was a mix of disbelief and surprise. Vi hadn’t expected Tobias and Cassandra to be so insistent.  "I can’t believe you’re even agreeing to this, Mother," Caitlyn muttered under her breath. "I didn’t think you’d be so keen on letting Vi stay."  Cassandra shot Caitlyn a pointed look. "Well, it’s the polite thing to do, don’t you think?"  Vi raised an eyebrow at Caitlyn, looking at her as if to ask, Are we seriously doing this?Vi could feel Caitlyn’s eyes on her, and she knew Caitlyn wasn’t thrilled by the idea of her spending the night, but the pressure from Tobias and Cassandra was obvious. And after a moment of consideration, Caitlyn reluctantly nodded.  Tobias’s face lit up with that ever-present enthusiasm, and Cassandra gave them both a polite nod. "I’ll have the staff make sure you’re comfortable. We’ll see you in the morning."  As they turned to leave, Caitlyn didn’t waste a second. She stepped a little closer to Vi, her face softening into a grin as she leaned in just enough for Vi to hear her.  "You know d@mn well I’m not gonna sleep in that guest bedroom," Vi said with a mischievous smile, her voice low enough for only Caitlyn to hear.  Caitlyn’s eyes widened for a split second before she burst out laughing, her hand pressing to her mouth to stifle the sound. "You’re terrible."  "Hey, don’t act surprised," Vi shot back with a playful glint in her eye. " She pulled Caitlyn close, her arms around her waist. "You love it," she teased, her lips brushing against Caitlyn’s ear. "Admit it."  Caitlyn let out a small sigh, but the smile on her face said everything. "Fine," she muttered with a grin. "I love it. But don’t make me regret this, Vi."  Vi smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "No promises,"    The moment the door clicks shut behind them, Vi's desire takes over. She pushes Caitlyn against the door, her lips finding Caitlyn's in a passionate kiss. Vi's hands roam over Caitlyn's body, her fingers tracing the lines of Caitlyn's curves with a hungry intensity. "Sshhh," Vi rasped against Caitlyn's lips, her breath hot and ragged. "We don't want anyone to hear us." A soft chuckle escaped Caitlyn. "My room is soundproofed, Vi." 
  Of course the room is f@ck@ng soundproofed.
The knowledge that their sounds were contained, that they could be as loud, as unrestrained as they desired, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through Vi's veins.The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more demanding. Vi’s tongue plundered Caitlyn’s mouth. Her hands slid down Caitlyn’s back, cupping her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh beneath the expensive fabric of her dress.Then, with a deliberate slowness that was almost more torturous than the initial onslaught, Vi’s hands drifted lower, skimming over her thighs. Vi began to pepper kisses down Caitlyn's throat, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat against her skin. She lingered on the sensitive hollow of her collarbone, nipping gently, then sucking, drawing a soft moan from Caitlyn’s lips. Her hands, meanwhile, continued their exploration, inching higher along the inside of Caitlyn’s thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off Caitlyn's skin, the subtle dampness that betrayed her building arousal. "You wore this dress to tease me, didn't you?" Vi’s voice was a low, husky growl, thick with implication as she nuzzled against Caitlyn’s earlobe, her teeth lightly grazing the delicate flesh.Caitlyn’s only response was a strangled moan that vibrated against Vi’s lips. Her head fell back against the door, exposing the elegant line of her neck, a silent offering. Vi eagerly accepted, her lips finding the sensitive skin, sucking and biting gently."Vi..." Her fingers continued their upward journey, now tracing the delicate seam of Caitlyn's panties beneath the silk, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric.With a sudden surge of strength born from pure desire, Vi hooked an arm beneath Caitlyn's knees and another around her back, lifting her effortlessly. Caitlyn gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around Vi’s waist, her heels digging into the small of Vi’s back. Vi carried her, her thighs clenched tight around Caitlyn’s, the intimate friction igniting a fresh wave of heat between them.They tumbled onto the plush expanse of the bed, the soft mattress cushioning their fall.Vi’s fingers pulling the zipper at the back of Caitlyn's dress.The fabric parted, revealing Caitlyn's back, the delicate straps of her lace lingerie a stark contrast against her smooth skin. With a swift tug, Vi pulled the dress down, freeing Caitlyn’s shoulders, the fabric pooling around her waist.Soon, their clothes are discarded on the floor. Vi, only in her black slacks and the thin band of her sports bra, knelt between Caitlyn's legs, her gaze drinking in the sight of Caitlyn in her delicate lace bra and underwear.The moonlight filtering through the window painted her skin in soft silver light, highlighting the swell of her br@@sts, the curve of her hips, the delicate tracery of veins beneath her skin.Vi broke their kiss, the sudden absence a palpable ache. She trailed her lips down Caitlyn’s neck, lingering on the rapid pulse throbbing beneath her skin. She nudged aside the delicate lace of her bra, her mouth finding the warm, yielding flesh of her breast. Caitlyn arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as Vi suckled, her tongue flicking over the taut peak of her nipple through the thin fabric. She nipped gently, then drew the nipple deep into her mouth, her hand cupping the other breast, her thumb teasing its hardened tip.Caitlyn’s fingers found the clasp of her bra, her movements jerky with anticipation. She unhooked it, the lace falling away to reveal the full glory of her br@@sts, the nipples already tight and aching for Vi’s touch. Vi’s breath hitched in her throat. Her mouth latching onto one nipple, her tongue swirling around it, while her fingers kneaded the other, her touch both demanding and reverent. Caitlyn's moans grew louder, more unrestrained.“You’re t@ts never cease to amaze me,” Vi murmured against Caitlyn’s skin, her voice thick with awe and desire as she suckled harder, drawing a shuddering gasp from Caitlyn.Caitlyn’s laughter was breathy, tinged with disbelief and a heavy dose of arousal. “Did you just date me for my t@ts, Violet?”Vi smirked, her lips still latched onto Caitlyn’s nipple. “Maybe.” She released her breast, the sudden absence making Caitlyn whimper.Vi’s lips blazed a trail down Caitlyn’s stomach, kissing and nipping at the soft flesh, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hipbone. She reached the waistband of Caitlyn’s lace underwear, the fabric already damp with anticipation.Without hesitation, Vi hooked her fingers beneath the lace and tugged, pulling the soaking wet fabric down Caitlyn’s legs. She tossed the panties aside, her eyes locking with Caitlyn’s, a silent question passing between them. Caitlyn’s legs parted slightly, an unspoken invitation, a silent plea.Vi needed no further encouragement. She knelt between Caitlyn’s thighs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. Her fingers gently parted the swollen folds, revealing the glistening pearl of her cl@t, throbbing with anticipation. Vi’s tongue darted out, tasting Caitlyn’s sweetness, her lips and tongue working with experienced precision, lapping and sucking, drawing out a moan that was half pleasure, half agony."F@ck—f@ck f@ck, Vi—" Caitlyn’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, her body arching off the bed.Her moans escalated, becoming gasps and cries, her words lost in the throes of her approaching climax. Vi continued her ministrations, her entire being dedicated to bringing Caitlyn to the edge. She could feel the tremors building in Caitlyn’s thighs, the tightening of her muscles, the frantic rhythm of her breath."God—"Caitlyn’s body convulsed beneath her, her cries turning into shuddering sobs of her release. Vi didn’t stop, continuing to lap and suck, savoring the taste of Caitlyn’s pleasure, the feel of her body vibrating against her. She tasted the salt of her tears mingling with the sweetness of her arousal.When Caitlyn finally came down from the peak, trembling and breathless, Vi sat up, her own body thrumming with unspent energy. She leaned down and kissed Caitlyn deeply, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of tenderness and connection.“I missed you,” Vi whispered against Caitlyn’s lips, peppering soft kisses along her jawline, down her neck.But before they could delve further, Caitlyn placed a hand on Vi’s chest, stopping her.“Is there a problem?” Vi asked, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.“Umm.” Caitlyn hesitated, a blush rising on her cheeks. “I have some stuff I want to try with you.”Vi’s eyebrow quirked, a slow smile spreading across her face. She knew exactly what Caitlyn was implying. "Oh? And what stuff might those be?"Caitlyn sat up, leaning towards her nightstand. She opened the bottom drawer, then pressed on a seemingly innocuous panel.A soft click echoed in the quiet room as a hidden compartment sprung open, revealing its contents. It was a veritable arsenal of pleasure: sleek d@ld@s of various sizes and colors, pulsating vibrators, and some fuzzy hand cuffs.
  She's actually insane.
Vi couldn’t help but grin as she took in the selection. "Looks like someone's been busy," she teased.Caitlyn’s blush deepened, but she met Vi’s gaze head-on. “There’s something specific I want to try,” she said, reaching into the compartment and retrieving a sleek, royal blue strap-on harness with a generously sized d@ld@ attached.Vi’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Caitlyn held it up, a silent question in her eyes. "Is that okay with you?"Vi didn't hesitate. "Is water wet, Cait?"“Well, technically, water being wet is—” Caitlyn began, ready to launch into a tangent.Before she could finish her thought, Vi surged forward, her mouth crashing against Caitlyn’s, silencing her mid-sentence.Vi broke the kiss, her breath hot against Caitlyn’s ear. “Yes,” Vi whispered. “I would love nothing more than for you to f@ck me with a strap.”  The smooth blue of the silicone was stark against Caitlyn's skin. A blush, delicate pink against Caitlyn’s porcelain skin, crept up her neck as she caught Vi’s eyes. Vi was sprawled on the bed, exactly where Caitlyn had left her just moments ago when she'd excused herself with that mysterious glint in her eye. Propped up on her elbows, she tried to project nonchalance, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze was glued to Caitlyn, tracking every minute adjustment, every slight shift of weight as Caitlyn settled into the harness.“Well, well, well,” Vi drawled, trying to keep her voice light. “Looks like someone’s embracing their naughty side.” “Never thought I’d see the day.”She knew she was pushing, but the way Caitlyn’s eyes darkened, the way her spine seemed to straighten just a fraction more.Caitlyn met her gaze, and something shifted in the air. “You’re awfully cocky for someone about to be on the receiving end.”Vi’s breath hitched. She squirmed, her thighs instinctively tightened.Caitlyn’s smirk widened, the curve of her lips that made Vi’s stomach flip. She reached out, her touch was feather-light as it traced the line of Vi’s jaw.Caitlyn hovered over her, a silhouette against the soft lamp light. Her gaze felt heavy, possessive, roaming over her body. Caitlyn’s fingers danced down her chest, light and teasing. Vi’s nipples hardened instantly, aching for attention. Caitlyn seemed to know, pausing to flick a thumb across one sensitive peak, making the other woman gasp. She continued going down making Vi's hips shift restlessly against the mattress, her thighs parting instinctively. Caitlyn’s hand finally reached the waistband of Vi’s worn boxers, the familiar fabric suddenly feeling restrictive, unbearable. She could feel the dampness beneath. Caitlyn cupped her mound through the thin material, the heat radiating through onto Caitlyn’s palm.“You’re soaked,” Caitlyn murmured. "Practically begging for it.” A shiver ran through Vi, a delicious blend of embarrassment and arousal. Caitlyn pressed down, just a little, eliciting a needy sigh that escaped Vi’s lips before she could stifle it. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”With a sharp tug, Caitlyn pulled the boxers down. Cool air kissed Vi’s exposed skin, but it was quickly replaced by a burning heat that originated deep within her. Her cl@t was swollen and she was already wet, practically begging for attention. “Seems I don’t need to do much to prepare you,” Caitlyn purred, her voice laced with amusement. aher fingers, ently parted Vi’s folds. The touch was sending shivers of pure sensation through Vi’s body. “You’re so ready,” Caitlyn whispered, “It’ll slide right in.”“Cait… please…” Vi’s voice was a desperate whisper, barely audible, her hands reaching up, not to push Caitlyn away, but to grip her hips, grounding herself.“Oh, are you begging already?” Caitlyn’s voice was laced with amusement. Her fingers continued circling, teasing the edge of Vi’s cl@t, but never quite giving her the direct pressure she craved. “We haven’t even started the fun part.”Vi bucked her hips against the bed in frustration, desperate for more pressure, for the solid weight of Caitlyn’s touch, anything to ease the ache that was building inside her. She was a tangled mess of nerves and desire, every inch of her skin hypersensitive, her mind focused solely on the exquisite torture Caitlyn was inflicting. God, she wanted Caitlyn to f@ck her so hard.“Please just—” Vi moaned, her head thrown back against the pillows, her neck arching, exposing her vulnerable throat.“Alright, alright, since you’re being so compliant,” Caitlyn relented.She deliberately removed her fingers, the sudden loss of contact making Vi whimper softly, a small sound of protest that echoed in the quiet room.Then, Caitlyn shifted, the cool blue of the strap-on brushing against Vi’s thigh as she positioned herself carefully between Vi’s legs. The thick head of the prosthetic pressed against Vi’s wet entrance. Vi gasped, her breath catching in her throat.Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, slowly she began to rub the head against Vi’s opening, teasing the sensitive folds, eliciting a gasp that turned into a low moan deep in her chest.Finally, with a smooth, controlled motion, she pushed forward.The strap-on slid into Vi, stretching her, filling her completely.A sharp intake of breath escaped Vi’s lips, a sound that was both pain and pleasure, followed by a guttural moan that resonated through Caitlyn’s body, vibrating against her own core. It was a foreign feeling, this fullness, but it was undeniably, overwhelmingly amazing.“Cait, f@ck—” Vi gasped, her p@ssy clenching involuntarily around the intrusive length, squeezing the silicone tightly. The feeling was incredible, a delicious ache of fullness, pressure building from deep inside her. So f@ck@ng full. “Are you alright?” Caitlyn asked, a flicker of genuine concern.“Yes…” Vi panted, her body slowly, instinctively, adjusting to the unfamiliar fullness. “Just f@ck me, please. Please—Cait.” All pretense of teasing, of playfulness, vanished. Caitlyn didn’t need to be told twice. The concern in her eyes sharpened back into focused desire. She braced her hands on either side of Vi’s head, anchoring herself, and began to move.Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the strap-on gliding smoothly in and out, stretching Vi open with each powerful stroke. Oh god.Vi’s head thrashed against the pillows, her moans growing louder, more unrestrained. Her hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, as she struggled to keep herself grounded in the escalating storm of sensation. Her hips lifted off the bed with each thrust, meeting Caitlyn’s powerful rhythm, desperate for more, for deeper, for harder.“Harder, please,” Vi pleaded.She quickened her pace, pushing deeper, the rhythm becoming more frantic, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the room.“Ahhh...Cait. Faster. Please,” the words tumbled out, a desperate plea she hadn’t consciously formed. Her hands, gripping Caitlyn’s hips, tightened their hold, nails digging slightly into of her skin. Her mind was a swirl of fragmented thoughts, mostly just pure, unfiltered sensation. "God, that feels good. Deeper. Yes, deeper. Caitlyn..Cait... Ahhh." The sounds of their bodies filled the room, a symphony of gasps, moans, and the wet slap of skin against skin.Each thrust pushed her further towards the edge, a precipice she was desperate to tumble over.“God, Violet. You look so good beneath me,” Caitlyn’s voice was low, thick with l@st, a rumble that vibrated against Vi’s own body. “Sh@t.” The exclamation escaped Vi, her body arching instinctively as something shifted inside her. That’s the spot.Her breath hitched again, this time with a sharp intake, her muscles tense, poised on the brink.She instinctively thrust her hips upwards, meeting Caitlyn’s downward motion with a desperate urgency. Her body convulsed, tiny tremors running through her limbs. Her moan, already ragged, turned into a strangled cry, a sound ripped from the depths of her being, involuntary and utterly unrestrained.“Vi—sh@t,” Caitlyn gasped, her own breath coming in ragged bursts now. Her movements faltered for a fraction of a second, just enough for Vi to register the shift, the change in rhythm that signaled Caitlyn was close too. “Cait, f@ck—I’m gonna come, f@ck me. Harder. Please—f@ckf@ckfuckk,” The words were barely coherent, a jumbled mess of need and desperation. Her nails, digging into Caitlyn’s back, scored deeper, leaving faint trails on her skin. Caitlyn responded instantly, her hesitation vanishing. She plunged the strap-on in deeper, harder, each thrust timed perfectly with Vi’s frantic pleas. The rhythm became almost violent, a frantic, desperate race towards the edge. But it wasn’t just brute force. Caitlyn was precise, knowing exactly where to hit, how to drive Vi further and further.And then, the added pressure. Vi felt Caitlyn release one hand from her hip, the touch sending a jolt of anticipation through her already overloaded senses.Fingers slid down her stomach, trailing heat in their wake, until they found their target. The swollen, sensitive nub of her cl@t@r@s. Caitlyn’s touch was firm, insistent, rubbing hard and fast, adding another layer of exquisite torment to the already overwhelming sensations.F@ck.“Oh god—god.,” Vi screamed, her body arching violently off the bed. It was too much.She was teetering on the edge, the world tilting and swaying around her.“That’s it, darling, let go.” Caitlyn’s voice was a guttural groan, right in Vi’s ear.Her muscles clenched, spasming uncontrollably. A hot, thick gush of liquid erupted from her, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her scream, a sound she barely recognized as her own, echoing in the small room. Her @rg@sm ripped through her, shaking her to her core, leaving her gasping and shuddering in its wake.“Hmmm, ah, fuck—hnghhh.” Caitlyn’s release followed close behind, a series of intense, shuddering contractions that rippled through her body. She groaned, her body arching against Vi’s, the grinder vibrating against Caitlyn’s own cl@t, adding a final, exquisite layer of sensation to her own climax.Slowly, gradually, the tremors subsided. The frantic rhythm slowed, then stopped. They lay tangled together, breathless and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of arousal and exertion. Caitlyn rested her forehead against Vi’s, their breaths mingling, slow and ragged. The silence in the aftermath was heavy, charged with the lingering energy of their shared climax.Caitlyn slowly, gently, withdrew the strap-on. Even that small movement, the subtle shift in pressure, sent a twitch of sensation through Vi, a lingering ache of pleasure, and a strange, unexpected pang of loss at the sudden emptiness.Caitlyn unbuckled the harness, the click of the plastic buckle sounding loud in the quiet room. She placed the strap-on on the bedside table, the blue silicone gleaming under the soft light of the bedside lamp. She shifted, moving to lie beside Vi, turning onto her side to face her. Her gaze was soft, tender, filled with a quiet satisfaction as she took in the aftermath.“Hi,” Caitlyn giggled, the sound light and bubbly. A wave of tenderness washed over her face, softening her features. “How was it?”Vi finally surfaced from the blissful haze, her mind slowly starting to piece itself back together. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the dim light. She became aware of the wetness clinging to her skin, the damp, spreading patch on the sheets beneath her, and the stunned, slightly amused expression on Caitlyn’s face.Recognition dawned, slow and then sudden. Followed by a wave of heat rushing to her cheeks, a flush of embarrassment that threatened to undo all the heady pleasure of the last few minutes.Oh god.“Sh@t,” Vi whispered again, her voice raspy, her cheeks now burning. “Sh@t, I’m so sorry about that.”Caitlyn giggled again, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Vi’s lips. “Don’t be. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”“F@ck, Cait, you’re going to kill me one day,” Vi muttered, but she kissed Caitlyn back, her lips meeting Caitlyn’s with a soft sigh. Caitlyn smiled into the kiss, satisfied. She broke the kiss, “We should probably clean up. You kind of…” she gestured with a playful grin towards the wet sheets, “…spilled everywhere.”Vi chuckled, the embarrassment fading, replaced by a lingering satisfaction. “Well, someone decided to fuck me into the next universe, so I don’t think it’s entirely my fault.”Caitlyn laughed, pressing another kiss to Vi’s temple, her fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “That I did. And I enjoyed every second of it.” 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Updates might be slower-ish this time around I'll try to work on having updates once or twice a week since I'm busy with uni stuff+internship+my part time job, so yeah.And another thing before the next semester starts, do you guys want to me to add filler stuff with Mel and Seraphine (It's not a lot but they will be inserted in between chapters to give some breathing space) or just solely focus CaitVi? I have some ideas though I'm a bit hesitant to add them since this is fic is already...long.That's all. Thank you for reading~'
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