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The shrill beep! of the buzzer sounded and all around Violet, she could hear the whooshing of her teammates' bodies flying through the air. Her heel pushed off the board and she flung herself forward, arms coming to form a diamond above her head.
Splash.
The cool, icy water enveloped her but she gave it no mind, entirely focusing on pushing herself until she broke.
Vi was reaching the end. She couldn’t technically see the wall, no swimmer could, but she just knew it was coming up. Her lungs screamed for a breath, knowing it would take just one, slight twist of her head and- no ! Even a milli-second counted in these races and Vi didn’t work as hard as she had to lose by a .0001!
Her hand slammed into the time-pad and she immediately surfaced with a staggering breath.
“Good job!” The coach, an older, tan-skinned woman, called out. Vi dragged a shaky hand down her face, ripping her cap and goggles off, and struggled to regulate her breathing. Grey eyes looked towards the screen overhead that displayed their times.
Lane 5: 58.09s
Not too bad. But not the best.
Vi had spent countless hours working tirelessly at her college’s pool, conditioning until her body physically could not keep up, and just swimming, swimming, swimming . And it had paid off, don’t get her wrong, because she had made it to the olympics. Never in her life had she thought she would end up here, not because she didn’t think she wasn’t good enough, but because it had never truly been a goal until she was well out of youth. Her father thought she needed a way to blow off all the anger built up inside her and, while boxing was definitely one of her outlets, swimming provided the specific kind of hurt that Violet needed. It wasn’t just her arms and legs screaming for rest, but her lungs, her mind, her core, her skin, her thoughts. The water was all consuming, and it wrapped Violet up in its cold arms and broke her down until she could think again. She needed it to release the pain, the anger; it just so happens that made her a very, very powerful swimmer.
She thinks it’s sheer drive and passion not only for swimming but for winning that makes her so good. And she’s betting on that same ambition now to get her now just through prelims, not just through finals, but to that god damn podium. Preferably with a gold medal around her neck.
They were in London for the 55th Olympics and with only a week left before the real races began, the team was working hard.
“Hey Vi!” One of her teammates, a towering hunk of a man with shoulders for days, called out as they toweled off, heading for the locker rooms. Loris caught up with her quickly, shaking water everywhere. “They’re supposed to have a really good dinner tonight in the meal hall. Wanna go, Ekko already said he was coming.”
The air was humid, so humid it almost hurt to take a breath, and Vi eyed the benches lining the walls beside the locker room doors. Taking a seat, she draped her towel over her head and scrunched the drenched, red mess until it was semi-dry. “Sure,” She smiled up at her friend. “Meet you at yours at 9?”
The shower was a warm reprieve from the cold waters of the olympic pool. Vi swore they made it that freezing so that swimmers who weren’t used to the cold got their muscles locked up (not that she was a part of that group), but either way it was something she had to get used to. At the meets back home, the competition pools were always cold enough to send a shiver down her spine; but the one here? She doesn’t know if it’s because England is just naturally chilly, but this was a new low even for her!
Vi dug through the haul the USA had given her to find some semblance of comfy clothes; she managed to find a pair of grey sweatpants that were not as loose as she wanted, but would have to do. She continued her search for a top, pulling out red, tight workout shirts, black tanks, and more muscle shirts. Violet sighed, throwing all the pieces back into the massive bag that just had to have an obnoxious “USA” on the side.
She really wanted one of those oversized, soft sleep shirts, and she knew she hadn’t packed one of her own, so Vi was going to have to improvise.
Throwing on a simple black sports bra, Vi grabbed her wallet and booked it out of her room. She jogged over to Ekko and Loris’ shared quarters, only a short distance down the hall, and knocked quietly on the wood.
A disheveled looking Ekko appeared, looking like he had just woken up. “It’s 9 already?”
“About to be.” Vi answered, scooting past him and immediately taking to digging through his and Loris’ bag. “Quick question, you got a hoodie? I don’t feel like wearing a crop top three sizes too small for me tonight.”
By the time the trio began towards the food hall, it was already 9:30PM. Their stomachs were growling audibly, sending them into laughter before reality hit them and they realized they might die of starvation in the next five minutes.
“I hope there’s still good shit left.” Ekko groaned, pulling his jacket closer to him. Loris and Vi nodded in agreement, the latter rubbing her stomach in discomfort. After a hard swim, usually when coach is in a sprinting mood, it feels like her bones might collapse and her stomach closes in on itself because of how many damn calories she’d burnt through. Today was one of those days, and the trio was suffering.
They made it to the grey doors, quickly shuffling into the building. The inside was new, that Vi could tell, but for some reason it still looked old; yellow walls, the staticky lights, an old style of flooring. For some reason, it fit the vibe England gave off.
Snickering at that thought, she led the way to the dining area. Tonight’s “special” was…
“Seriously,” Ekko turned to Loris. “British food? That’s why you wanted to come tonight.”
Deflating, the white-haired man stared at Vi who looked just as disappointed. She said nothing out loud, grumbling something under her breath about “this better be worth it” , but got into line.
Loris was unbothered, shrugging and pointing out how the shepard’s pie might be good, or the blood sausage. Neither Vi nor Ekko agreed with his opinion, gulping as they got closer and closer to the register.
“What can I get for you?” Asked a perky, blonde girl. Her badge read Rachel, pinned to her blue and silver uniform.
“Um,” Vi began, turning to Loris. “You first.”
The group got their meals, finding a secluded spot in the back. The dining area consisted of hundreds of long, white tables that felt like plastic, with black chairs,kind of like the ones you take to a cookout. Hm, guess fine dining was out of the budget.
Vi had gotten fish and chips despite Loris’ recommendation of blood sausage (which he got himself). It looked like a safe option, she loved any type of fish so there was little room to go wrong. Ekko had hit them with a “like fuck am I eating that White people shit” and instead went with the usual high-protein chicken wrap, one of Vi’s favs, and was already munching on it happily.
“Your sister texted,” Ekko said, his mouth full of tortilla and bits of lettuce. Vi grimaced at the sight, then realized she does the same damn thing, before shrugging in response to his statement. “She said she will be here next week sometime at night, she finally got a ticket.”
Vi smiled. Powder had probably texted her but Vi was never one to get on her phone that much. A lot of the time, she forgot she even had it with her. Powder always got mad that she had it on do not disturb, but the older girl just could not stand the constant dings! and beeps! from notifications. “Tell her I’ll call her later tonight, my phone’s up in the room.”
Ekko nodded and returned to his (at least edible looking) dinner. Beside him, Loris was tearing into the blood sausage like it was his last meal. Vi turned her eyes towards her plate. The fish appeared a little soggy, not that Vi minded that much about texture, and the fries were limp and sad. Nothing on her plate had a crunch, even the stuff that was supposed to be. A little sad that she wasted dinner on this shit, her grey eyes scanned the room. While you had to order your main meal from a person at a register, there were also open areas that had food laid out buffet-style. Set towards the middle of the room, Vi could already spy what looked like pizza. Beside that island was another table, this time filled with deserts.
She looked back to her plate. Then Vi looked up towards what she prayed was pizza.
The girl made sure neither Loris or Ekko had been watching her plan out a redemption dinner, standing up with a gruff “I’ll be back in a sec”. Slinking towards her goal, Vi grabbed a plate from a nearby condiment and utensil station.
SCORE!
A singular piece of pizza was left. It sat underneath the heat lamp, the cheese sparkling underneath the glow. It was pepperoni with what looked like veggies scattered around, and Vi wasn’t going to be picky, she snatched the pizza up with the speed only a person with many siblings had (a.k.a having the experience of fighting over the best piece. You get real good when you have to go up against Powder, whose hand would reach out and take food in a blink of an eye. Especially if it was already on your plate).
Not wanting to sit down just yet, Vi took the time to look at what the buffet was offering. There was a salad bar, with thirty different dressings to choose from, there was a self-run pancake station that Vi knew Ekko would love to know exists, and all kinds of different countries’ cuisines. Why hadn’t she just eaten this instead of that awful selection of British food? She didn’t see anything else that stood out, deciding just to eat her pizza and (sad) fish and chips.
Vi turned to head back to her teammates. Passing the dessert bar, which was decked out in every flavor of cake and ice cream imaginable, pastry after pastry, and mini cups of delicious, Vi paused to consider if she wanted a little slice of vanilla cake. Her hand reached towards the beautifully arranged display of goodies, almost feeling bad for taking something from the piece.
“Vi!” Ekko’s voice called out, sounding closer than she thought. Vi paused her movement, locking eyes with her friend who was walking towards her. “They have dessert!”
He was still a few steps away when she turned her attention back to the display, deciding on a purple frosted cookie instead of the cake. It was tiny but detailed, with the olympic rings drawn on the top in a looping font. Powder would think this was adorable. Her hand reached for her pocket where her phone will occasionally be, soon remembering she had left it in her room, and whirled around to ask the approaching Ekko to take a picture for her.
Except Ekko was much closer than she expected and, yeah , Vi did kinda turn to the side a little bit more than she thought she had, but-
“Hey!”
A smooth voice, laced with irritation and possibly a twinge of sadness, exclaimed.
Vi’s eyes trailed up from where they were focused on a fallen cupcake (now smushed on the floor), up long, long legs, a tiny waist, a high, pale neck, before finally meeting icy, blue eyes.
Well, this certainly wasn’t Ekko. Unless Ekko gained a few inches and had pinstraight, navy hair.
“-Hello? Are you even listening?”
The woman waved her hand in front of Vi’s face, which contorted in confusion. Shit, had she said something.
“Sorry, um, what?” Vi croaked out. She could vaguely see Ekko’s tall form behind the girl. He was standing still, mouth in an ‘o’ and piece of cake in hand.
Vi wanted to die. “I said, you need to watch where you’re going. Although,” The girl paused and looked her up and down. Vi straightened, not one to back down to a snarky look, hardening her gaze and trying to shake inappropriate thoughts out of her head. “It seems you don’t pay attention to even yourself, much less others.”
The blue-haired girl gestured towards Vi’s hand, which had crunched the cookie it was holding into a bunch of crusty bits.
She dropped them onto the display unceremoniously ( sorry! ), taking a second to decide whether to stand with a crumb-dusted hand awkwardly or to wipe it onto her sweats. Both options included some level of embarrassment and, with her ego taking another hit, she tried to discreetly wipe the offending hand on the side of her sweats.
By the small movement of blue-haired girl’s eyes tracing the action, Vi knew she was caught. She wished the ground would open up, chomping her up into pieces like the cookie until she was free from this hellish reality.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Vi swallowed hard. It felt like a rock was stuck in her throat and she felt the overwhelming urge to cough. She shoved her hand in her pocket so she didn’t have to think about it, avoiding the other girl’s gaze. “Um, cupcake.”
She went to gesture towards the fallen sweet at the blue-haired girl’s feet, because the other looked genuinely hurt by its demise, but was cut off when said person gasped loudly. “Excuse me!”
“What?” Vi arched an eyebrow, taking a step back because she was genuinely confused now. She hadn’t meant to bump into her, and it was just a cupcake. There were like, fifty more, on the display that they could choose from. “I said I was sorry for accidentally knocking into you. And,” Vi waved her free hand to the sea of sweets. “They ain’t running low, so just get another one. I’ll clean this up, here.”
Embarrassed the interaction was going on longer than anticipated, right up at the front mind you, Vi dropped to a knee. She grabbed some of the frilly napkins from the display (that were hopefully for this purpose) and scooped up the victim of her attack, icing and all. She had to scrap a few times so that the floor only had a few, muddy streaks, but she got the job done.
While Vi was cleaning up the mess, she missed the sputtering of the girl above her. If Vi had just turned her face up slightly, she would see a faint pink adorning that pale face that appeared more miffed than angry at that point.
“Well,” Vi stood up, the mess of dollies and cake in one hand, almost reminiscent of her smushed cookie. “Sorry again-”
“Whatever.” And she spun on her heel, black boots clicking on the tile, with only a flash of blue hair in her wake. Vi watched her leave, even more bewildered than before; she had to admit, the girl looked good though. She had on a dark navy, uniform-style top on over illegally tight black bottoms, all of it combining to create a cinched, hourglass figure. The bottoms accentuated her rather full backside as well as her, as previously noted, lengthy legs.
The girl’s odd departure revealed a shell-shocked Ekko. Vi noted his cake had a few bites taken out of it, indicating he had been feasting while watching her disastrous interaction with the (very pretty) bitchy girl.
“There’s no way that happened.” He whisper-screamed, bounding up to her. “You did not just do that.”
Vi groaned, dragging him away and back towards the exit. She made Ekko text Loris to head on out, just wanting to get the fuck away from the sweet station. Away from the entire meal hall, while she’s at it.
“I didn’t do anything! I thought it was you beside me so I turned to say something, I don’t even remember. But then she was there and I didn’t even know, I’d moved that close and then she started fucking yelling at me.” Vi hissed through clenched teeth. His shock was making her nervous, that familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling up from her tummy. What, was she one of those famous olympians?
Vi didn’t keep track of shit like that, unless it dealt with swimming or ice skating (she liked when they spun really fast), so she wouldn’t be able to pick out the famous person from a bunch of regular people. With the idea that she just offended someone really important, she dragged Ekko close and put her lips to his ear.
“Why are you freaking out so bad?”
Loris had caught up to them now, throwing Vi a curious glance but remaining silent. She loved that about him; he never asked questions unless absolutely necessary, usually going with the flow for most occasions.
“Because,” They were out the door now and the cold air whipped at her body, pulling her hair every which way and all into her eyes. “-that was Caitlyn fucking Kiramman! She’s, like, royalty.”
Kiramman…That rang a bell. Vi tried to think, eyebrows scrunched up in thought. She can’t recall the name being tied to anything extraordinary or important.
“That doesn’t help me at all,” Vi growled, covering her face with an arm. The deep chuckle of Loris sounded beside her and she elbowed his large form. Despite his size, he still jolted from her shove. “You make her sound super fucking famous!”
She gripped Ekko’s arm, fake-crying dramatically. They were in their dorms now, making their way back to the room. “Oh god, I hit the princess of England! They’ll throw me in the guh-tuhs !” Vi put on a British accent.
Ekko laughed at that, throwing her arm off and groaning. “Stop, I’m being forreal.”
The girl had a thick British accent and Ekko claims she is so big and famous, so what, they’re in London damn it!, is she the Queen’s niece? Great-grand daughter?
“According to Google, she’s the niece of a duke, the Kirammans.” Loris threw in. He held his phone up for Vi to see. On the screen was a prim, elegant-looking mother, father, and - lo and behold , the Caitlyn Kiramman Ekko was so awestruck by. She looked younger in this picture, with longer, blue hair than the shoulder-length cut she was sporting when Vi ran into her.
Violet almost scoffed when she saw all the frills and lace adorning Caitlyn. A high neck, probably to discourage her from looking down at the disgusting, poor people like Vi, looked so tight that the red-head swore Caitlyn had on a choked expression. By no means was she making an ugly face, no, you could tell by her looks she came from high prestige. Maybe Vi had been to preoccupied with her cookie at the time, or the smashed cupcake, but now she was able to appreciate the high sloop of Caitlyn’s nose, her hooded, blue eyes that almost appeared purple in this picture, her perk lips that had pursed themselves when looking at Vi. Even when she’d first seen Caitlyn, Violet could tell that the other girl was beautiful, but these photos? Vi swiped left, Google providing image after image of a perfectly staged Kirammin family.
“Okay, so she’s legit a princess or whatever. Why is she here?” Vi shrugged and handed the phone back to Loris. He returned her perplexed expression before returning back to the device in search for an answer.
They were in Ekko and Loris’ room, Vi and Loris standing by the bed while the white-haired man rolled out his quads and hamstrings. “She’s a sharp shooter, the whole family of them. She’s here to compete.”
Vi threw him a look of surprise. For a someone so high up in society, a gun can be some dirty work; Vi had never personally owned a gun, she’d shot one plenty of times but never enough that she wanted one for herself, but if her sister’s grimy hands after one of her ‘projects’ said anything, it wasn’t the cleanest hobby. She’d expected something with a little more honor or whatever like, Vi didn’t know, horseback riding or something. Or golf.
“How do you know so much about her, Ekko?” The red haired girl asked suspiciously. The foam roller that was in the man’s hands paused where it was on his thigh. He scratched his neck nervously, giving her a small grin.
“There’s this page-”
Vi groaned, already knowing where this was going. She had heard about this ‘document’ or whatever that had all the social medias and whatnot of the ‘hot women’ competing in the Olympics, like they were pieces of meat the males could just pick and order. Typical fucking men.
“-Wait! I know, I know. But, I saw them looking at her and happened to hear some of the stuff they said.”
Vi shook her head. She wasn’t in the mood for locker room talk, never was really. It was fine when she had those thoughts because she was respectful, never truly objectifying the women she thought were attractive. But when men did it? It just felt wrong. It made her skin crawl, like she was prey within her own skin and she couldn’t even crawl her way out. She got up, using the shitty bed post the Olympics provided to pull herself to her feet. The cardboard bent and she quickly released it, getting up the rest of the way herself.
“Ekkooo , I do not want to hear about that.” The girl began towards the door.
Said man sighed, holding his hands up in defeat. “I said it wasn’t like that. I just overheard. She’s not straight anyways, so the loss is on them.”
Her hand stopped where it was on the door knob, head cocked to the side. Not straight, you say?
Miss Princess, with her silky soft, blue hair and those violet, cat eyes, doesn’t wanna play with the boys?
Vi didn’t have any words to express her conflicting feelings, instead letting Ekko know that she understood and that she’d see them at practice tomorrow. He called out to her once, but she didn’t turn back around.
The door closed with a thud and she was outside in the hallway, just her and her thoughts. And oh, did she have many.
When Caitlyn had the sudden craving for a sweet, she did little to push it away. The girl had been working hard, like always, training 7, even 8 hours at the shooting range. Her arms were still shaking slightly from the last holding drill she did. Holding up her smallbore rifle, albeit used to it, still used up a good bit of energy and strength.
Caitlyn deserved a little treat considering she did excellent at practice; out of the fifty something times she shot her pistol, she only missed one. Rifle? Not a single fuck up.
She walked down the concrete sidewalk leading into the dining area. It was dark already, proof of her hard work. Caitlyn had gone off for training around 8am, not telling how long it’s been since she laid down. The girl knew she was the best shooter here, she had to be considering her family. Since she’d been allowed to compete, Caitlyn has had few losses. The majority of them occurred when she was younger, so while it pains her, she knows she has only gotten better as the years progress.
The blue haired girl was in the food hall, salad, steaks, mash, noodles, fish, and anything you could think of adorned the front half of the room. Caitlyn scanned the rows of tables, eyes peeled for any semblance of ice cream or a cake. Preferably the latter.
Meandering further into the room, her blue eyes passed over a tuft of red hair, a head of white dreads, and then finally over what appeared to be the dessert station. And oh , was it a feast . As if possessed by the spirit of all delicious food, Caitlyn about floated to the display.
Nothing could stop her now. The bite in her fingers, coming from the intense grip she had to have on her weapons at all times, to the ache in her hips from holding the specific stance, none of it mattered now.
She was at the display. Mouth watering, Caitlyn’s fingers danced above the different selections of cupcakes. Strawberry? Chocolate? Red velvet? She always was a sucker for the admittedly fake flavor…
But she settled on a singular, cream frosted vanilla cupcake. It had sugar sprinkles covering the front and the most darling, tiny image of the Olympics logo.
Smiling because she had finally gotten what she had been craving, the girl turned to grab a doily to wrap her newly acquired treat in so the frosting didn’t get on her.
And a shoulder slammed into her front.
Jolting from the hit, Caitlyn watched miserably as her cupcake, the one she spent so long (a whole two minutes) to pick out, went soaring into the air and landed at her feet with a sorrowful splat!
Caitlyn looked up to see who the offender was. Red hair, tousled every which way, faded down a slightly tan neck. Freckles across the nose, so slight that Caitlyn wouldn’t have caught it if she didn’t have such a sharp eye (and if the other girl wasn’t so damn close to her ), leading up to piercing, grey eyes. She had on grey sweats and a black jacket and, judging by the way it hung loosely around her form, it wasn’t hers. The girl didn’t look bad, a little messy but she certainly wasn’t a pain to look at. Especially her lips, plump and with a long, but defined, cupid’s bow, which were currently curled in surprise at Caitlyn.
Caitlyn wanted to mimic the expression because, she too, was shocked at having her treat thrown into the ground.
“Hey!” She exclaimed, exasperated at the other girl’s lack of response. They’d been standing there staring at each other for a good, long, awkward minute.
This seemed to kick things into motion and the red head finally looked like there were some thoughts behind her eyes. Her mouth moved slightly like she didn’t know what to say, yet no sound came out.
“Hello? You ran into me, why are you acting confused?”
The girl didn’t say anything. Caitlyn’s eyes shifted back to the other cupcakes, where she knew she could just grab one and leave. But this girl was weird; the shorter had bumped into her, quite hard might Caitlyn add, and then stared at her like she was the one that got her cupcake smashed and destroyed. Although, this kind of “starstruck, dumbness” was the response Caitlyn often got, seeing as she was a Kirammin, so she shouldn’t be all that surprised. Her nerves were already shot from the tense conversation she had had with her mother earlier ( don’t embarrass the Kirammin family, you must do well, the usual), and she could feel herself getting agitated at the current situation.
“Are you even listening?” She tried one more time.
To her absolute surprise, she got an answer. “Sorry, um, what?”
Caitlyn couldn’t tell if the girl was dumb or if she was shocked at Caitlyn herself. Either way, it was attracting attention that she did not like and always left her with the urge to run away , away from the spotlight and watchful eyes.
“I said, you need to watch where you’re going. Although,” Caitlyn was irritated at this point, looking the girl up and down. This got a reaction out of her, and she straightened her back. Her eyes, already sharp, became even more intense. “It seems you don’t pay attention to even yourself, much less others.”
She gestured to the cookie that was clutched in the red haired girl’s hand, crunched up and as destroyed as her cupcake.
To Caitlyn’s horror, the other dropped it onto the display and wiped her crusty hand onto her sweats. The blue haired girl barely withheld a disgusted look, instead pursing her lips. This conversation, is over.
“Sorry about that,” The girl shoved her now uncrusty hand into her pocket. “Um, cupcake.”
In Caitlyn’s tired and overstimulated brain, she heard “Sorry about that, cupcake”, in which she promptly and mildly lost her shit. She absolutely despises when she gets catcalled, especially when shit was not going the way it was supposed to, and feels a wrath unleash within her that could put her mother to shame. Unfortunately, despite the comment coming from a very sexy but very fucking annoying woman, Caitlyn immediately went onto the defense.
“Excuse me!” Caitlyn could feel herself say, willing herself to calm down and for her breath to come slower. Her mouth moves and she knows they say a few more words back and forth, and then the girl is squinting at her like she was the stupid one and- the red head is on her knees beneath Caitlyn, scooping up the remnants of cupcake.
She says something about “just get a new one”, which pisses Caitlyn off more because she knows the other girl is correct. Realizing this whole thing was truly not that deep, but still slightly irritated, Caitlyn muttered a “whatever” and stormed off.
She was never going to the food hall again, even if her mother’s helpers are begging her to stop ordering out. No ma’am, no sir, she would rather starve than go into that place and possibly run into the girl again.
Not that she was scared of her, Caitlyn wasn’t terrified by much. She was just…wary. Irritated. Confused. Turned on? No, she was just mad.
The girl pissed her off, the whole interaction after the cupcake fiasco pissed her off, and now Caitlyn just doesn’t want to see the girl again because it’ll remind her of how annoying she was.
Definitely not because Caitlyn had overreacted (misinterpreted) and was slightly embarrassed. No, not at all.
Vi couldn’t go to sleep. She should, practice began at 6am. But how could she sleep, when she knows Caitlyn Kirammin, the infuriating, sexy daughter of some famous duke, the sharp shooter Kirammin, seven time gold medalist rifle-pistol combo- is gay? She likes women ?
And yes, Vi had done some digging. She had found the blue haired girl’s instagram, courtesy of the horrid document the boys made (in which she promptly deleted after use, thank you Ekko for the link. He has redeemed himself), and went on a deep dive scrutinizing the posts, stories, and highlights of the British girl.
A sunny afternoon in May posted four years ago shows a smiling Caitlyn with an equally happy brunette boy. They were perched on a bench outside a massive monument, beaming up at the camera. The trees surrounding them were in bloom, letting loose a flow of white and pink petals.
Vi shook her head in disgust because of course even the background of Caitlyn’s photos looked expensive , but she found the corners of her mouth were curving upwards. She swiped up towards the top, looking at more recent photos.
Now Caitlyn was in Maine. She was standing on a dock, delicately holding a glass of wine, shades on the cusp of her head as she waved at the camera. Beside her, that same brunette man sat on a chair messing with some cards.
Vi frowned. She swiped through Caitlyn’s feed, noting that a good portion of her photos had this man in them. Were they wrong? Was she not gay at all, and actually just had a boyfriend?
The girl glanced at the time. 12:43AM. She was not going to wake Ekko or Loris up over this, they’d make fun of her until the day she died. Vi opened up her messages, contemplating calling her sister for the second time that night.
But what would she even say? Vi needed to go to bed soon and she really didn’t want to take the time to explain everything that had happened, she just wanted to know if they thought Caitlyn was a lesbian or not.
She closed the app, throwing her phone down with a groan and shoving her face into the limp pillow. She wanted to bang her head into the bed but given the poor quality of the Olympic’s selections (a.k.a literal cardboard beds), she still wanted a semi-sleepable area for tonight.
“Fuck it,” She grunted, already up on her feet. Donning her last outfit complete with Ekko’s jacket, the redhead peeled out of the dorms in record speed. She needed to walk, to run, to move. Violet’s thoughts were scrambled, flipping between thinking Caitlyn was a fucking bitch and just how good her body would look beneath hers. Trying to clear her mind, Violet burst out of the dorm doors. Her body had taken her down past the skating rink, away from the pools, and past one of many official buildings before she could even think about where she was going.
She was just a short 10 minutes away from the main dorms, if she squinted she could see the lights from the dining hall from out here. Vi had ended up in front of a tiny river, houses and streets dotted across the way, with a cute sidewalk sidled up beside the slow moving waters.
A bench lay a small distance from the concrete, facing the river and offering a reprieve from the busy, London life.
“Well, don’t mind if I do.” Vi chuckled, not minding if anyone heard her corny quips. No one seemed to be out there, anyways; it was just her, the crickets, and the river.
She settled down onto the wooden bench. It was cold, the breeze finally hitting her and she wrapped the jacket closer to herself. Vi had never been one for the cold, always preferring the warmth over snow and chilly rain. She’ll take the beach and sunny, hot summers anyday. While a cold pool she could handle, a freezing breeze? 6 feet of ice and snow? She’ll stay inside, thank you.
Lost in thought, the redhead barely registered a slim form settling in beside her.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Came a slick, low voice to her right, the accent tickling her ears.
Startled, Vi’s shoulders shot up and she gasped. Her head swiveled to the side. Lo and behold- the very person that caused her to take a walk. She had been doing a good job on forgetting about Caitlyn so that she could hopefully get some restful sleep; but alas, due to Vi’s amazing, gay luck she is stuck outside with a very pretty girl, who also happens to be, like, a princess or something, and instead of wanting to lash out at the rude girl, Vi can’t stop thinking: Are you gay or not?
Caitlyn had just wanted to take a walk. After the whole cupcake fiasco, she had felt pretty bad about the whole situation. It wasn’t like her to lose her cool, much less sort-of yell at a stranger; so she eventually caved and phoned Jayce, who she should know by now never offers valid and credible advice. Her best friend had simply told her she had freaked out over nothing, a.k.a confirming her fears that she had been an asshole, and that the best solution? Find her and apologize. Ego still a little bruised, she had bristled and bit out a sharp “I don’t think that is for the best…”
Just for Jayce to reply: “Why? Because you’re embarrassed?”
She had needed a cupcake after that conversation. While Jayce might not be the most street smart or know how to navigate relationships, he definitely has some pearls of wisdom in the large dome of his.
Caitlyn had mulled over the idea of apologizing to the girl. But, hell, she didn’t even know her name for Christ’s sake! Nor what she was here to compete in! Judging by the drawn out syllables and lazy speech, the girl was American; but further than that? She had no other leads.
She toyed with the idea of making amends, planning out various ways to go about it. Munching on a chocolate cupcake (there was no more vanilla), Caitlyn made her way outside the dining hall and down, down, down.
She walked until she a short distance from her living quarters, separate from the others due to her societal status (not that she had a choice, her mother would have someone’s head if Caitlyn was allowed to be in a space with subpar security to that of the Kirammins), until the sight of the river teased her vision.
The river was quiet as always, making a low noise as it gurgled down its path. Caitlyn had always gone to this spot when she visited London; it was far away enough from the bustling hub of vendors and shops that were right across the way, but close enough that she could go sprinting back to her mother when it was time to go home. When she was a younger girl, she would pick up smooth stones along the bay and try to skip them. They would rarely jump more than one space because of the moving waters, but Caitlyn always loved to try.
The blue haired girl began towards the bank, about to the sidewalk when she noticed a form in the bench near the pathway. Caitlyn moved a little to the right so as to not disturb the person and was about to go a good ways away when she took a closer look at the closed off form.
Light grey sweats, a loose, black jacket with the hood pulled over the head, but Caitlyn could see the tips of spiky, red locks peeking out. Her lips curled upwards in the sheer absurdity of the situation, but also delight because she could get this over with. Caitlyn wanted to curse whatever God for putting her in front of the very girl she argued with, and yet thank them for giving her this opportunity. Sleep had been evading her, and she just knows getting the guilt off her chest will allow her to lay down easy.
She sighed softly, praying that this would go well.
“Why’re you here?” Vi asked, genuinely confused. The last person she expected to see was Miss Caitlyn fucking Kirammin.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Caitlyn shrugged and wiggled her butt back until her back met the wooden bench. Vi’s eyes watched the motion, but she didn’t open her mouth. When Vi didn’t say anything, because why would she, Caitlyn came up to her, the blue haired girl spoke again. “I was taking a walk.”
“Me too.” Vi replied lamely, turning her body back towards the river. She sensed that nothing was going to come out of this conversation and, unless Miss Caitlyn was going to magically announce whether she was gay or not, Vi wasn’t interested in making small talk.
Caitlyn didn’t seem to expect such a monotone response. “Oh.” She said, like she was waiting to hear something else.
They fell into silence. It was slightly awkward but as the seconds ticked by, it became almost comfortable. Neither girl spoke, content to listen to the light, bubbling of the water and feeling the wind tickle their exposed skin.
“I used to come here when I was a child.” Caitlyn offered up, well after ten minutes had gone by. Vi nodded to show she was listening and quirked an eyebrow. “My mother would always go over there,” She pointed across the river towards a smaller building beside a large tower. “-and spend hours looking at all the guns and shops. At the time, I wasn’t old enough to actually have a say in what I shot. It was usually just handed to me so there was no point in me participating in the shopping. But, I would sneak away from her, after it had been an hour, and run all the way across the bridge to here.”
Caitlyn redirected her finger towards the bank. “I’m pretty sure the guards knew, that was their whole job, but they let me go. If I looked behind me, I would always see one leaning against a tree or sitting on a bench just watching. But I would stay here until the guards began to get restless, letting me know that mother was about to start asking where I was.”
“That’s funny.” And Vi was smiling. “It reminds me of my younger sister when she had to go to my swim meets. Some of those things were 7 hours long and with my dad working, Powder had to come with me. I would tell her everytime that she needed to stay inside the pool area so I could make sure she was safe, but I found out that she’d been sneaking outside to play on swings, or climb trees and shit, while I wasn’t paying attention.”
Caitlyn laughed. It was a twinkling thing, with a slight hitch towards the end. And then Vi found herself wanting to smile harder, resisting the urge. This girl had been slightly strange, slightly rude, slightly off-putting, but for some reason Vi finds her charming. Was Caitlyn attractive? Yes. Had she been a bitch? Yes. But the way her hand comes up to her mouth when she giggles, fingers curved inwards slightly to cover up what she must think is an ugly expression, and the adorable chuckle that she lets out when Vi explains how she found out Powder was running off; well, Vi finds that it makes a small, sweet feeling build in her core.
“So,” Caitlyn brushes a stray hair that had blown into her face. Vi physically holds back her hand so she doesn’t reach out and do it herself. “I want to apologize for the whole cupcake thing. I know it was an accident and you said you were sorry, so, if everything is okay…are we alright?”
A moment of silence.
And then a cackle. “Oh my god,” Vi wheezed, leaning over to get her breath out. “That last part made it sound like we’ve been a couple for 30 years!”
Caitlyn opened her mouth to retort something smart back, face turning red, but the red head continued. “Did I think you were weird? Yes, you got mad when I apologized about your cupcake. Did I think you were rude? Yes, you walked away when I was talking.”
The blue haired girl’s lips were still parted like she had something to say and Vi pushed through, not letting her jump in. “But, I never had anything major against you. I just assumed you were mad I made you drop your cupcake, but I didn’t think we, like, had beef or something.”
Vi finally observed the other girl’s face. A range of emotions flickered across the pale expanse; surprise, confusion, and then… anger?
“I was mad that you ran into me, but I was more irritated because I thought you were catcalling me! I wasn’t mad that you were apologizing, I thought that you had said “Sorry about that, cupcake .” Not, “Sorry about that cupcake” , you see?” Caitlyn threw up a hand, genuine concern written on her face.
This threw Vi for a loop, who didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Deciding that crying would just make things weird, she offered up a (weak) chuckle. “ I’m…sorry ? I- Yeah , no, I was talking about the cupcake. Not calling ya’, er , cupcake.”
“I know now. That is why I am apologizing, I misunderstood and got a little angry.”
Vi bit back a “a little?” and instead nodded. “Thank you. Sorry again for knocking that cupcake outta your hand. Ya’ looked like you really wanted it.”
Caitlyn nodded, leaning a little bit to the left. At this angle, her shoulder was gently brushing Vi’s, just enough that Vi could feel the phantom pressure of Caitlyn’s weight.
“I did,” She frowned and Vi could tell it had truly upset her. “I had been anticipating that all day. Training was brutal, so a cupcake was sorely needed.”
The other girl was about to offer up an apology when she spotted the wrapper of what suspiciously looked like a cupcake tucked into the tiny front pocket of Caitlyn’s jacket.
“There’s no way you’re giving me shit after you ate another cupcake. Why be mad about the ruined one, you can get ten whenever you want!”
“What?” Caitlyn looked down. Red blossomed along her cheeks and she shoved the wrapper deeper into her pocket. “ Listen . I was stressed, I needed it.”
She glanced back towards Vi, shivering when she noticed the other’s sharp gaze. It peeled over her form slowly, like she was taking Caitlyn apart piece by piece, bit by bit. She wore her lip between her teeth, not intending to tease but also applauding the fact of, and tore into the delicate skin. Grey eyes watched the movement of her mouth like a hawk, Caitlyn’s tongue slipping out to collect a bead of blood.
But the other girl didn’t say anything, peering up at Caitlyn with a devilish smirk. Usually, she was the one making others squirm under her stern eye, unflinching in the face of opposition. Caitlyn wasn’t used to feeling like the prey, like she was the powerless one here. Her hand clenched and unclenched almost imperceptibly, a little bubble of anxiety inching up her stomach.
She cut the nervousness away with a sharp breath, not wanting the other girl to see her discomfort. “So,” The blue haired girl started, head tilted slightly to get a better view of the other. “What’s your name?”
“Vi,” The girl answered. And after a moment. “Um…and you?”
Caitlyn smiled. It was clear Vi had looked her up after the little cupcake fiasco. The fact she was pretending she didn’t know who Caitlyn was should have irritated the British woman. When other people did it, usually men and usually as a form of really bad flirting, it just set an icky, disgusted feeling across her skin. But this red-haired girl, with her brash accent and searching eyes, well, it didn’t feel rude when Vi did it. Instead, it felt like the other girl was trying to get her to relax. Like she was treating Caitlyn like a normal person and not “Lady Caitlyn of the Kirammins”. Vi’s simple question replaced the butterflies that were threatening to spew out, instead filling her with a fuzzy feeling. It wasn’t fear, or nerves. It wasn’t like when she was at a competition, finger on the trigger, eye on the prize. This was different. Not unwelcome, but…new.
Indulging her, the blue haired woman extended a hand. “Caitlyn Kirammin.”
“Oh? Full names?” A calloused, slightly sweaty palm met Caitlyn’s own rough, but more soft, one. Vi’s grip was strong and Caitlyn found herself missing the firm touch as they pulled away. “Violet Vanderson.”
Violet. Caitlyn toyed with the name, rolling it around her mouth, internalizing the feeling of her tongue as it forms the sharp sound of the ‘t’. It was a beautiful name to match an equally beautiful girl.
The thought crossed her mind before she could stop herself.
Embarrassed as if Violet could read her mind, Caitlyn coughed to clear her throat. “Would you prefer Vi or Violet?”
The other girl hummed. She had grabbed a stick from the ground and was breaking it off bit by bit. Pieces of fragile wood created a mess around their feet, some even sticking to Violet’s sweatpants, and Caitlyn held back a grimace. “For what?” The red haired woman asked.
“Your name,” If anyone else had asked such a daft question, Caitlyn would have scoffed and ended the conversation there. There was no point in continuing an interaction that deadened her brain cells and made her want to rip out her hair at the very follicles. On Violet, it was endearing.
“Vi,” She replied sheepishly. An embarrassed smile, pinched more towards the left side, appeared on Vi’s face and Caitlyn swore her heart stuttered. On a woman like Vi, with her big arms, sharp jaw, and all consuming, black tattoos that Caitlyn couldn’t begin to imagine extend to where, such a cute expression created a contrasting image.
A hand waved in front of her face. “Caitlyn? Hello, Cait?”
She realized she had been staring, quite blatantly, at Vi’s face. Should she jump into the river, bash her head in with one of the rocks (they were all too small to do any real damage, honestly), or try to choke herself with her belt?
“Your face is bright red, cupcake.”
A sound mixed between a cry and a scream bubbled from her throat and she covered her mouth with a hand, trying to compose herself before she actually passed away. “I’ve not a clue what you’re talking about. Perhaps I’m a little hot, you see, this is warm for London.”
“Oh, yeah,” Vi nodded and Caitlyn applauded at her success. Then she saw the smirk. “It’s the weather and staring at me for thirty seconds, complete silence by the way, definitely had nothing to do with your tomato face.”
“Tomato!” Caitlyn exclaimed, opening up her phone’s camera. Was it really that bad? “Oh whatever.”
There was a light flush dusting the British girl’s cheeks, but it truly wasn’t that red. “You are such a liar.”
The entirety of Vi’s sentence registered in her brain and Caitlyn paused. Violet had a certain look on her face, teasing, almost… lewd. The other girl had leaned back against the bench, one arm resting on the back while supporting her head, and she was gazing at Caitlyn with her full attention. Although used to having eyes on her (she’s a Kirammin, Goddamn it ), she shuddered at the raw hunger that was being directed at her. “I was not staring.” Caitlyn offered but even to her ears it sounded weak.
Violet’s face broke out into a wicked grin. Caitlyn couldn’t let her win, competitiveness surging up within her. She was not going to let Vi have this power over her. Or at least, not know about it.
“And I said,” Caitlyn growled and leaned in slightly, straightening to her full height. It was one of her pride and joys, being a towering figure amongst the other women and even some males, and she used it to her advantage. “Stop calling me cupcake.”
Caitlyn gives her credit, Vi didn’t even flinch. If anything, her devilish grin grew.
Oh, this girl was golden.
“Or what?” The long draw of Vi’s accent tickled her ear. This woman, this sexy, oddly charming woman, was now right up in Caitlyn’s face. Amber strands brushed against Caitlyn’s cheek as Vi drew back after her combative quip. Grey eyes sparkled with a playful, fiery energy, promising to burn Caitlyn up but soothe her right after. “You gon’ run off again?”
And then one of Vi’s hands was reaching up, up, up, past her lips, past her nose, and to her cheek. It lingered there for a moment, and then Violet was tucking one of Caitlyn’s loose, blue strands behind her ear. “You need to relax, cupcake.” She drew out the offending word and Caitlyn’s lips formed into a glower. “Look, you may live here-”
“I don’t.”
Violet rolled her eyes at the interjection. “-You’re right, you probably live in some fucking mansion out in the French countryside or some shit, but anyways, we’re at the fucking Olympics! So loosen up, I was just teasin’ ya’, let’s go have some fun.” Violet’s arm had sneakily wrapped itself around Caitlyn’s shoulder and she had moved closer into the blue haired girl’s space.
Caitlyn didn’t want to admit that she kind of liked how it felt, instead biting out, “I can’t. I have to focus and do well in the competitions.”
Violet shrugged nonchalantly. “Okayyy? You can do that and still have fun…You’re too stressed out. You’ve won the past, like, fifty years you’re fine. We’ve got a whole week before shit gets serious.”
A chuckle escaped Caitlyn’s throat at that. “Fifty? You’re too kind. And yes, I’m stressed! How could I not be?”
At this point, the two women had disregarded the previously respected, personal boundaries; From this angle, Caitlyn got a clear look at Violet’s face under the moonlight. A freckle, so tiny and only a shade darker than her skin tone; a faded, but visible, VI tattoo underneath her eye; a scar on her upper lip, making a duvet through the sensitive skin. She wanted to reach out and trace it, feel the lip bend underneath her fingertip. Caitlyn swallowed thickly, Vi’s eyes tracing the movement as attentive as ever.
“Oh?” Vi inquired with a cock of her head, an eyebrow pulled upwards in mock attentiveness. The one word was enough to send a fire downwards, Caitlyn shifting her legs to a more comfortable position discreetly. “A girl as pretty as you, with as many accomplishments as you, shouldn’t be stressed. We can’t have that now, can we?”
She shivered at Violet’s words, leaning forward into the other girl’s space. She could tell that Vi was toying with her, pushing her to see how she would react. Two can play that game. “I guess I’m just stressed about the competition, seeing as I’m a 7 year gold medalist, and the weight of having to succeed every time? Oh, it’s just awful being the best.”
Caitlyn gloated, dripping sickly sweet honey onto her words.
Violet’s eyes had narrowed and Caitlyn knew she had the upper hand. The other woman’s lips were parted, as if begging Caitlyn to devour them, and she reached up to play with the blue flyaways. She twisted and pulled, a light tease to remind Caitlyn to focus. She had a mission, a new one that doesn’t involve apologizing, now.
“If you know anything that would help me relax,” Caitlyn copied Vi’s move from earlier, leaning in and, taking a chance, dragged her lips across the ridge of the red head’s ear. It worked, because she witnessed Vi’s body shudder at the contact. “-or, anyone, do tell. I’m in desperate need of a massage, preferably someone with strong hands.”
A perfectly manicured finger tip brushed down the arm Vi had resting near her lap. Against her will, her body reacted; she inhaled sharply, the light drag of Caitlyn’s nail against her skin igniting her. What was she doing? Here she was across the world, in Europe of all places, about to make-out? Fuck? The damn princess of London or whatever it was! Who also happens to be incredibly, undeniably captivating, mouth watering, delicious -
“Who’s not listening now?”
Her eyes blinked, meeting Caitlyn’s own blue ones. “I was,” Vi said a little too quickly. “Just tryin’ to think about the best person to recommend.”
Violet’s been with many women, especially during her late teens when she really explored her sexuality, but this build up? The tension so thick Violet found it hard to breathe, like the only way she’ll survive is through Caitlyn’s body withering beneath her hands? She’s never experienced this level of want, of desire, since she was a damn pre-teen! Even those days barely compare to the fire coursing through her veins, the ache unraveling from her core.
When the other girl had brushed against her face, lips nipping at the sensitive spot on her ear, Violet had to squeeze her legs together in hopes her lewd reaction wasn’t as noticeable
“Come to think of it, I do know someone that might be able to help you.” Violet cooed, placing her hand on Caitlyn’s back and guiding her into a standing position. “She’s back at the dorms, come on, I’ll introduce you two.”
-
The ten minute walk back turned into a thirty minute walk. Violet had to give it to her; Caitlhyn, for all her pomp and priss and stern looks and expensive cupcakes, she was a she-devil. Violet originally had the taller girl in the front, caressing the blue headed girl’s tiny, tiny waist and gripping Caitlyn’s hip with one of her hands. She had mouthed along the other’s neck, leaving light, feathery kisses trailing up her nape. When Caitlyn had let out a small moan at Vi’s ministrations, she had stumbled. Their legs became tangled after the momentary loss of footing, almost leaving both of them flat on the street.
After they regained their bearings, laughter bubbled up from their chests. A weight they hadn’t known was there lifted, replacing it with a friendly, easy feeling.
Caitlyn had pulled Violet to her then, switching their original positions. Now, Violet could feel the warmth radiating off of the other girl’s chest, the soft swell of Caitlyn’s breasts making the breath catch in Vi’s throat.
“Tell me more about this confidant of yours.” Caitlyn’s voice was low, the already alluring British accent making Vi want to drop her sweats, right here in the streets of the Olympic Village.
It took a second for the request to process, because why would she say confidant instead of someone you know, but Violet eventually answered. Who knew smart talk (if that’s what you’d call that) would turn her on like this. “Well,” Her hips dipped with their shared, wobbly steps, pushing back against Caitlyn’s front. “She’s very experienced with her hands.”
“Before she swam, she did boxing. So, this is the best person to see. We need to get those shoulders relaxed and loose.” Violet snuck an arm behind her, trailing it up Caitlyn’s sides. As if to make a point, rough hands massaged her back and up to the tense knots Caitlyn didn’t even think about until Vi’s knuckles were digging into her. Caitlyn shifted forward in response, pressing into the other girl.
“Oh really? What else can this magical woman do,” Caitlyn teased, her voice hot on Violet’s face. She dragged Violet by the arm, urging her to go faster. The blue haired girl didn’t know how much longer she could wait, and Violet didn’t look too patient either.
The pair finally made it to Caitlyn’s dorm. Violet had originally tried to steer them to her place, but Caitlyn wasn’t having it and made a right instead of a left.
The door crashed into the wall with a reverberating ‘thud’. Violet winced, hoping it didn’t leave a mark, but before she could lean down to inspect the damage, pale, long fingers wrapped themselves in Vi’s hair and pulled.
“ Ah !” She cried out, not expecting her head to be jerked back, but certainly not against it. Violet was pulled down to the floor and given her muscular form, it was a surprise Caitlyn was able to actually get the red haired girl down (not that Violet was actually putting up a fight).
“Damn, cupcake,” Violet moaned as she, for the first time in a very long time, was manhandled. “You’ve got some fucking hands on you.”
Her back was on the cold tile, the chill seeping through her shirt although she didn’t feel a thing except the all consuming light that was Caitlyn fucking Kirammin. Said girl was on top of her, legs on either side of Vi’s hips, pushing down on Violet’s chest with her hands. Blue hair that had been pulled up was almost completely out of its hair tie, spilling over her pale face. Violet grabbed the other girl’s hips tightly, pressing her thumbs tightly across the bone. Caitlyn moaned, bucking into Violet unconsciously, and, God, if this wasn’t heaven, she didn’t know what was; the pale moonlight shone from the window behind them, illuminating Caitlyn’s immaculate form. She didn’t have much time to observe the very large room, much larger than Violet’s or Ekko’s dorm (probably due to Caitlyn’s status), because her attention was dragged to the girl above her.
In a whirlwind conglomeration of hate, misunderstandings, and lust, Caitlyn lurched forward to smash their lips together. Caitlyn, soft and smooth like the bullets she so carefully places into the chamber, and Vi, rough and strong like the waves she pushes through. Violet kissed like a drowned woman whose only salvation was the blue haired girl on top of her, jerking her navy strands and tugging. Vi moved down from Caitlyn’s head, sliding her hands down the smooth material of the other girl’s top. When she got both hands back onto Caitlyn’s sides, she abruptly broke the kiss, guiding her to Vi’s slightly raised knee.
There, Vi took a hold of Caitlyn’s hip like she owned them, setting a slow, but brutal, grind. Caitlyn threw her head back, and the long expanse of her throat looked incredibly tempting to Vi’s mouth but she couldn’t stop now. Caitlyn’s grip moved to Vi’s shoulders and the red girl hissed as crescent-shaped marks carved themselves on her skin.
“V-Violet…” Caitlyn panted, face pink and lips swollen. She dove back down for a kiss, pushing into Violet’s mouth eagerly. Now it was Violet’s turn to gasp, breath coming out in short exhales as Caitlyn’s movements became disorganized. Seeing how fucked up the British girl was looking, Violet twisted her head away.
“What are you- oh! ”
Violet wrapped her arms around Caitlyn, engulfing her thinner frame, and flipped them. Caitlyn let out a startled noise as she now gazed up into grey eyes. The blue haired woman didn’t have much time to appreciate the view above her because lips, scratchier than hers, attacked her. Violet continued her ministrations as she laved over the other girl, pushing her leg into Caitlyn’s heat. The girl responded in earnest, bucking into her, and Violet thought she was going to combust right there on Caitlyn’s floor.
She started at Caitlyn's neck, torn between leaving soft, feathery kisses or biting red marks into the pale skin, choosing instead to alternate. Whenever Vi’s mouth beared down hard, Caitlyn’s back would arch and her hands, scraping down Violet’s back and sides, would slide into red locks. When Violet was lighter with her mouth, Caitlyn would let out this breathy, high pitched whimper that went straight to Vi’s groin.
Despite the hand trying to force her head back up to Caitlyn’s, Violet persevered until she reached the supple skin of the other woman’s stomach. She brushed Caitlyn’s shirt up, encouraging her to raise her arms so Vi could take it off her, leaving the blue haired girl in only a simple, black bra.
“Hm, it doesn’t seem that your girl is good with her hands, she’s only using her mouth,” Caitlyn hummed from above her.
“I told you,” Violet growled, teeth taking the zipper of Caitlyn’s pants into her mouth. Hooded blue eyes watched Vi’s movements and a whine built up in her throat. “She’s very skilled. Multi-talented if you will.”
This drew a giggle from the other but it was quickly replaced with moan as Violet bit the exposed skin of Caitlyn’s hip. “Sh-she is, very much so.”
There was a scuffle as Violet managed to wiggle the girl out of her too tight bottoms, though the sound of lips smacking and clothes dropping soon took over, and Violet surprised the girl by hoisting her up by the back of her legs. She took pleasure in gripping the malleable flesh of Caitlyn’s ass, groping it obscenely and moaning into the other girl’s neck. The taller girl was definitely well endowed, if the struggle to get her pants down her backside said anything.
Violet carried Caitlyn the short distance to the bed, the other with a small smile on her face. Tossing the woman on the bed, Violet ripped her own jacket off with an urgency, leaving her in only a sports bra and her sweats. She went to join Caitlyn, the bed dipping with the weight of her knee, when Caitlyn stopped her with a hand on her chest.
She wagged a finger teasingly. “And what do you think you’re doing?”
Violet arched an eyebrow, not knowing where this was going. “About to get it on with a very sexy, very beautiful woman?”
Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say because Caitlyn faltered, her mouth in a straight line. “Please don’t call this ‘getting it on’.”
“Sorry, my bad.” Violet gave her a sheepish grin. Thinking they were just going to move on, she resumed her movements just for Caitlyn to slap her hand.
“What! I said I’m sorry!”
“No,” Caitlyn groaned. “I was wanting you to take your clothes off, God! I’m practically naked and you- ugh, just come here .”
She leaned her body forward and gripped the hem of Vi’s sweats. Blue eyes met grey and Caitlyn paused to make sure Violet was still okay with everything. The heavy smirk told her yes.
Caitlyn twisted the fabric between her fingers and tugged , and then Vi was stepping out of her bottoms. Violet watched the other’s face go slack, blue orbs wide with surprise, as all of Violet was revealed. She forgot to mention she didn’t throw on boxers before taking her late night walk, oops .
Caitlyn made no argument, if anything her expression became more hungry, and before Violet knew it they were kissing again, grinding on each other to the point Violet didn’t know where she began and where Caitlyn ended.
All that was in her mind right now was ‘Caitlyn, Caitlyn, Caitlyn .’
“ Oh my gosh ,” The girl gasped in that infuriating accent of hers. She had one hand in Vi’s hair, pushing and pulling her head where it had finally settled in between Caitlyn’s thighs. “Violet…”
Violet moaned, face buried in the sweet musk that was Caitlyn Kirammin. She didn’t need shit except for these pale legs shaking over her shoulders, Caitlyn’s high pitched moans spilling from plump, bitten lips.
Violet’s tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, making circles and lapping, sucking and teasing Caitlyn until the other was begging nonsensically. Violet had one hand teasing at a perk nipple, having pushed the other’s bra away, while her other hand gripped Caitlyn’s hip so she couldn’t move away.
“R-right there,” The other girl groaned and Vi responded with enthusiasm, suckuling the spot that had Caitlyn seeing stars. “Yes! Oh fuck, Vi, yes .”
Caitlyn was a moaning mess below her. If her hands weren’t tugging at Violet’s head, they were grabbing onto anything they could find nearby; the sheets, Vi’s hand, the pillow, even her own blue locks. The air was warm, sweaty, and the thick smell of sex was apparent. Vi dragged her tongue up flat against Caitlyn’s core, pulling a hand down towards the other girl’s entrance.
Caitlyn’s moans and whimpers had gotten pitchier and her legs had begun to fight against Vi’s hold. Withering against the thin sheets, her hands made an iron grip into Vi’s hair and began to pull.
‘God damn,’ Vi thought, wincing, though the action did nothing more than fuel her desire. Caitlyn’s chest was heaving as her breath came in fast, short bursts, anticipation for what was to come. Her blue eyes, once sharp and distrustful, were now glazed over with want. Violet let loose her own whimper at the image, the heat that she had forgotten between her legs coming back in full force. ‘Later.’
The girl was reaching her end, thighs clinching Violet’s head in place and ensuring she didn't move while her back arched violently off the bed. Taking note of where she was, Vi took the opportunity to finally slip two fingers into her. She was deliciously warm, slick dripping from her pussy and making for an easy access. Violet twisted her wrist, searching for that one special spot of flesh. Here? No. How about over here?
A cry, loud and drawn out.
Bingo.
The effect was immediate. Although certainly not enough to extinguish the heat, it was enough for Caitlyn to reach the end. Violet massaged the spot vigorously, mouth still working on Caitlyn’s clit, other hand forcing her legs open and wide.
She hummed into Caitlyn’s cunt, movements unyielding, as the other girl fell down, down, down into a mess of spit, sweat, and pleasure. Violet didn’t stop, not even when Caitlyn let out a small whine, only drawing away when she had taken her fill of the sweet wetness between the blue haired girl’s thighs.
Funnily enough, Caitlyn tasted sweet. Like a cupcake.
Violet sat up from where she had been kneeled. Her back cracked, body groaning as it stretched from its cramped position, not that she’d have it any other way. Caitlyn was a masterpiece in front of her. Limbs splayed out, a leg bent at the knee still, she was still heaving from her release. Sweat dripped down her forehead and created a nice shiny sheen over her naked body. Her eyes, almost closed at this point, flew open when they connected with Vi’s.
She smiled. “I told ya’, she’s the best damn woman for the job-”
Vi was cut off as Caitlyn grabbed her arm, dragging the red head down to her level. “Shut up.”
Lips crashed into hers and now it was Vi’s turn to let out a whine. Despite their height differences (and muscular differences, if they’re being honest), Caitlyn managed to settle Vi below her. Reminiscent of an hour ago, Violet watched as Caitlyn dragged a damp, warm hand down her neck to her chest. The sharp cut of her finger nail scratched against Vi’s hot skin and she hissed, back arching involuntarily, and Caitlyn giggled. She moved over to Vi’s bra, still on unfortunately, and tugged it. A small pout sat on her lips, like the black material had genuinely offended her. Vi was about to give in and take it off when Caitlyn, always so controlling, took matters into her own hands.
She tore the bra up, disregarding the way Vi’s arms got stuck, and got straight to work.
“Hey!” Vi cried out in shock at the sudden action. She wiggled her shoulders, finally getting the damn sports bra off, just in time to feel the first swipe of Caitlyn’s tongue.
Her complaint melted into a groan, one which Caitlyn greedily ate up with a kiss, and sifted a hand to the back of the other girl’s head. It was heavenly, kissing Caitlyn, with her soft, pillowy lips and minty, clean taste. The longer those plush lips were on hers, the hotter the flames in her body rose. Just when Violet thought it couldn’t get better, she felt fingers teasing at her center.
“Cait!” She gasped and the other girl moaned, fueled on by the sudden pet name. No one called Caitlyn that except for close friends and immediate family, and Vi’s usage of the nickname did things to her body the blue haired girl had never experienced before.
Caitlyn took Violet’s bottom lip in her mouth, nipping at it just hard enough that a bead of blood forms at the break. She licked it up with a slow drag of her tongue to Vi’s surprise, and the throbbing between her legs became too much.
“Okay, okay,” Violet panted, not really knowing what she wanted, just for Caitlyn to do something. Caitlyn took the hint, mirth dancing on her face at Vi’s desperation (like she hadn’t been the one ripping handfuls of red hair out, screaming Violet’s name).
Before moving down, she gives Violet one more peck. “So,” Caitlyn’s voice was a low husk in Vi’s ear. The red haired girl held back another groan, this one of sheer disappoint because why does Caitlyn want to talk right now if she doesn’t get that hand moving-
“I happen to know a person, too.”
Violet’s breath was thick, heart racing, body shaking with want. She did not respond.
“...”
Undeterred, Caitlyn’s slick lips grazed the side of Vi’s face, down her neck, and to her steadily rising chest. “And she happens to be very, very good with her mouth.”
Her only response was a high whimper, one that Caitlyn ate up greedily.
If Violet survived this night, she’d never be able to have another fling again. Nothing would compare to it.
The sharp beep! of her ringer woke her up. Blue eyes shot open and she grabbed her phone, hurriedly scanning the screen to see what time it was. 5:40am. She had ample time to get ready but still, for her it wasn’t sufficient; she needed that entire hour to get her mind awake, to think about the day’s activities and what needed to be done. Especially after last night, she needed the time to debrief within her own head. Last night…
Caitlyn gasped as the heated, late night activities rushed back to her. She quickly turned on her side table lamp. It cast the room in a yellowish glow, thankfully unpainful to the eye. Glancing around her space, she realized clothes were scattered on the floor, a chair was overturned, the bathroom light was on, and there was now a noticeable dent in the wall by the door. Her mother was going to kill her.
Were they that rough?
She turned beside her, expecting to see a mess of red locks, but knowing she wouldn’t be there because the warmth that had been stuck to her side all night, was no longer there.
Disappointment filled her. What else did she expect? She had ran into Violet, or rather Violet ran into her, and then Caitlyn finds her on a bench at night, and they fuck. What more did she think would happen, what did she really think would come of this?
Caitlyn knows in her heart that she wanted to wake up to those piercing grey eyes of Vi’s, to her plump, scarred lips. Friendship, at the very least. But in her head, she knows this was nothing more than a one night stand.
The blue haired girl sighed, swinging her legs out from her comforter to begin her day of training, training, and, oh , more training.
The sound of the bathroom door opening stopped her in her tracks. She hadn’t heard anything until now, but as the person steps out into the room Caitlyn notices the low thrum of the bathroom fan.
“Sorry, cupcake,” Violet stood there, towel draped loosely over her hips. Her forehead was lined with worry. “Did I wake you up?”
Caitlyn’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. Violet had stayed. And now she was getting ready, brushing her teeth with one of the spares Caitlyn had shoved into a cabinet. She should be mad, because why are you digging through her stuff, but instead it makes a possessive, hot itch fill her core. Finally she settled on a thick, “Oh, no, it was my alarm.”
Violet nodded, missing the way Caitlyn’s eyes watched the water drip down her neck, her glistening abs, and down into the dark wisps of hair peeking out from the white towel. The taller woman swallowed. She had things to do, places to be. Violet had places to be, things to do.
Caitlyn stood up, Violet blabbering on about swim practice and how Ekko is definitely going to see that mark, cupcake, she wears a swimsuit!, and pushed into Violet’s space.
“He’s never going to let me live this down, I need some waterproof makeup to- oh !” Caitlyn had wrapped herself around Violet, uncaring about the water that seeped through her night shirt. She leaned down, capturing Violet’s lips with hers, with one hand cupping the red-haired girl’s face and the other pressing against her back, pushing her into Caitlyn. Violet’s words melted into a moan, body going limp and giving into Caitlyn’s pull.
“Fuck,” Violet groaned when they finally broke apart.
“What,” Caitlyn giggled, toying with a limp strand of hair across the other girl’s face.
Violet surged forward, giving her one last peck before resting their forehead together. “Nothing. You just taste sweet. Like a cupcake.”