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Caitlyn did not like to bring work home, but on evenings when it was unavoidable, Vi always kept her company.
Most of the time, she would bring a book, reading quietly until Caitlyn had finished whatever she was working on. Other times, she would be as distracting as possible, teasing Caitlyn until she finally gave up on whatever had been holding her attention. Today, she’d come up with a kind of game, challenging each other to list different things they hadn’t done, but thought the other had. It had been a bit of a miscalculation on Vi’s part, considering Caitlyn’s sheltered life, but she seemed entertained enough by the stories they wound up sharing along the way to keep it going.
“I’ve never been to a gala.”
Caitlyn snorted, scribbling on the report she had promised to hand in first thing the next morning. “That’s a bit of low-hanging fruit for you.”
“Fair’s fair. It’s your turn.”
“Fine. I’ve never been to a club,” Caitlyn volunteered absently.
“Okay, bookmarking that one for later.” She could hear Vi shifting in the armchair she was draped over, considering her next suggestion. “I’ve never…faked an orgasm.”
This time, Caitlyn scoffed. “Of course you have,” she said, turning pages, “everyone’s faked it at least once.”
She continued her writing. She had completed an entire sentence, and a good portion of a second, before she realized Vi hadn’t responded. She looked up and saw Vi staring at her, biting her lip to keep herself from grinning. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“Cait,” Vi said, allowing her grin to spread across her face, her voice shaking with restrained laughter, “that is definitely not true.”
“What? Of course it is–I mean–”
She stopped, flustered. Vi watched her stutter with that stupid grin on her face, which didn’t go away even when Caitlyn tossed her pen at her. Her laugh burst out of her as she ducked, wild and delighted at Caitlyn’s expense.
“It’s not funny,” Caitlyn hissed.
“It absolutely is. Who was it?”
Caitlyn glared at her, trying to ignore the flaming blush she could feel creeping over her cheeks. “What makes you so sure it wasn’t you?”
Vi’s grin didn’t so much as flicker. Instead, she quirked one eyebrow up in a clear, ‘Really?’ gesture.
“Believe me, cupcake. I’d know if you ever tried.”
Caitlyn buried her face fully in her hands, almost dizzy with how much she was blushing now. She heard Vi’s chair creak as she stood, and then Vi’s hands were tugging at hers. Caitlyn resisted, but Vi was persistent. She had perched on the edge of Caitlyn’s desk, and she used the added height to her advantage. With a sigh, Caitlyn reluctantly let her hands drop, but she kept her head turned, stubbornly keeping Vi on her blind side. Vi chuckled.
“Cait,” she practically purred, “I’m only teasing.”
She hooked a finger under Caitlyn’s chin, gently turning her head until she could press a kiss to Caitlyn’s lips. She kept kissing her until Caitlyn gave up, melting into Vi’s embrace. She allowed herself to be distracted, until, with a final peck, Vi pulled back enough to continue her inquisition.
“Now. Who was it?”
“Who do you think?” Caitlyn muttered, and Vi immediately erupted into delighted laughter.
“Maddie? Oh, good, she deserved it, that backstabbing–”
Caitlyn tried to bury her face again, but Vi had seen it coming. She grabbed Caitlyn’s hands in hers, using them to tug her closer. She pressed a tender kiss to the scar that slashed across her blind eye, then to the tip of her nose, finally landing on Caitlyn’s waiting lips.
“We’ll just have to make up for that, won’t we?” she said against the curve of Caitlyn's neck.
Caitlyn immediately fell for the trap, concentrating on the feeling of Vi’s mouth so thoroughly that she didn’t feel the telltale shift of Vi’s muscles until it was too late. She gasped as she was suddenly scooped up out of the chair, spun, and deposited on top of her desk. She had enough time to see the cheeky grin on Vi’s face before her mouth was back on Caitlyn’s neck.
“Wait, Vi–my report–”
“Fuck the report,” Vi replied, though Caitlyn felt her hands groping around behind her to move the most important papers out of the way.
Caitlyn might have helped, but her hands were occupied. She slid them under Vi’s shirt, feeling the way her abs bunched and flexed with every movement, then reached down to pull off the shirt entirely. Vi lifted her arms obligingly, leaning down for a kiss the moment the fabric cleared her head. Caitlyn sighed happily against her lips as her hands continued to explore.
In Caitlyn’s considered opinion, Vi’s tits were absolutely perfect.
They fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, and Vi always made the most delicious sounds when she got her hands on them. Which she did, at every opportunity, including now.
She was ready for Vi’s breathy moan, sealing it between their mouths as she circled Vi’s nipple with her thumb. She could feel Vi’s heartbeat beneath her fingertips, felt it race with every kiss and touch.
Normally, Vi was happy to let her play, but tonight, she had other plans.
With their lips still pressed together, Vi reached down to undo the buttons on Caitlyn’s pants, pulling and yanking until she could wiggle them off completely. Caitlyn shivered at the cold press of the desk against her skin, but Vi’s hands quickly set about warming her up. She squeezed Caitlyn’s ass hard enough to make her squeak, before shifting her grip and pulling Caitlyn to the edge of the desk.
Caitlyn’s shirt rode up in the slide, and she pulled it the rest of the way off as Vi straightened, looking hungrily at Caitlyn’s bare body lying before her.
Once, Caitlyn may have felt shy about the scrutiny, but she loved the way that Vi looked at her, always had. It made her feel bold, bold enough to reach up and cup her hand around Vi’s neck, bringing her down for another messy kiss.
Vi allowed it, but only for a moment before she broke away, peppering kisses on Caitlyn’s skin as she knelt in front of the desk. Caitlyn leaned up onto her elbows to watch Vi kiss the inside of her thigh. Her eyes flicked up to meet Caitlyn’s as she pressed her smirk just a hair's breadth away from where Caitlyn suddenly desperately wanted it.
She shivered again in desperate anticipation, but Vi had decided not to make her wait any longer. Caitlyn’s hands flew down to cradle Vi’s head as her tongue brushed against her. She was already wet, and Vi moaned as she licked a harsh line through it, ending with a kiss just above her clit.
Caitlyn let her head fall back against the desk, all of her energy going towards holding on for dear life as Vi ate her out mercilessly. It wasn’t long before her hips began to move, riding Vi’s face as best she could against the smooth desktop. When her heel slipped off the edge of the desk, Vi caught it easily, hooking Caitlyn’s highs over her shoulders instead. The new angle tugged Caitlyn’s hips down, and she inhaled sharply as Vi’s tongue moved against her.
Already, her thighs were shaking, her grip in Vi’s hair vice-like. Her head pressed so hard against the desk, she thought she might break through it.
“Vi, I’m so close,” she gasped, expecting Vi to back off, to nip her thigh while she waited for Caitlyn to calm, only to pick right back up again. But that didn’t happen. If anything, Vi seemed to redouble her efforts to make Caitlyn fall apart on her tongue. “Vi!”
Normally, Vi was one to take her time with Caitlyn, but Caitlyn was too busy fighting back the wave of pleasure to be suspicious now.
The tip of Vi’s tongue pushed inside her, and Caitlyn couldn’t hold back. Her back arched off the desk as she came, holding Vi’s face against her as she shook. Vi hummed happily, switching from licks to kisses as Caitlyn came down from her high. Caitlyn couldn’t even protest when Vi once again lifted her bodily into her arms, but she did make a sound of approval when she was instead deposited onto Vi’s lap, her head cradled into the crook of Vi’s neck.
She pressed a languid kiss to the spot where Vi’s pulse thrummed, tracing circles on Vi’s skin on her way down her abdomen. She heard Vi’s breathing hitch in interest, and was surprised when she stopped Caitlyn’s wandering hand with her own.
“Mm, not yet. I told you, we have lost opportunities to make up for.”
In her post-orgasm haze, Caitlyn didn’t understand what she meant. It came to her in blinding clarity, however, when Vi slipped her free hand up to massage her breasts.
She groaned in embarrassed amusement, but didn’t protest when Vi returned to kissing her neck.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said, tilting her head back to allow Vi better access. She felt the slight sting of Vi’s teeth as she gave her a tiny nip.
“You love it.”
After a moment, she felt Vi’s hand begin to wander again. It came to rest around her waist, her thumb drawing purposefully back and forth over her hip bone. Caitlyn’s body was still thrumming from her first orgasm, but she murmured encouragement at Vi’s clear suggestion.
Vi’s finger slid inside Caitlyn with an obscene sound that made both of them shiver. Caitlyn lifted her head, shifting to spread her legs wider to allow for a second. Vi rewarded her for her proactiveness by returning her mouth to Caitlyn’s neck.
This time, she was slower, more gentle with Caitlyn’s still-sensitive body. Caitlyn appreciated it even as her desire began to climb again, her reactions to Vi becoming less languid, more purposeful. When Vi’s thumb began to circle around Caitlyn’s clit, she was expecting Caitlyn’s gasp and shudder, easily adjusting her hold to keep Caitlyn firmly in her lap. Her hips started to move, taking Vi’s fingers in and out with delicious slowness.
Vi’s weight shifted, grinding herself up against Caitlyn with each of her downward thrusts. It wasn’t enough friction for any real pleasure, but it didn’t really matter. Vi was wholly focused on what her fingers were doing to Caitlyn. She pulled them out just far enough to tease, grinning when Caitlyn’s hips met her returning thrust halfway.
“Feeling good?” she murmured, and Caitlyn almost didn’t even dignify that with a response. Vi wasn’t having it, though, curling her fingers inside her once before removing them entirely. “Cait?”
“Yes, you–”
She cut herself off with another gasp as Vi’s fingers returned, fucking her a little harder now, the pace faster.
Every nerve in Caitlyn’s body felt like it was aflame. Her mouth had gone slack, unable to return Vi’s kisses as they panted against each other. Her hands, however, slid into Vi’s hair, raking through the shorter strands to tangle in the longer ones. The muscles in her belly clenched tight, and they both moaned at the press of it against Vi’s fingers inside her.
Caitlyn’s second orgasm started in her toes, rocketing up through her body like a tidal wave. Her fingers tightened, forcing Vi’s head to tilt, but Vi was happy to watch, staring up at Caitlyn’s flushed-red face as she shuddered, riding the rhythm of Vi’s fingers to tease out every ounce of pleasure.
Caitlyn's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, weakly petting Vi’s hair in apology for pulling so hard. Vi’s movements, however, were still frantic, one arm anchoring Caitlyn in place, the other trying desperately to open her own pants.
“Shit,” she cursed when her fingers slipped on the button, making Caitlyn chuckle tiredly.
“Come here.”
Vi took no convincing, immediately wrapping her hand around Caitlyn’s head to draw her in for a kiss as Caitlyn took over. When Caitlyn’s hand slid inside her finally opened pants, she moaned, loud and unabashed.
Caitlyn didn’t tease. She herself was too blissed out for it, and Vi was too ready for it to last anyway. She was practically halfway there already as Caitlyn’s fingers began to rub against her clit, only needing the slightest encouragement to rip moans from her throat.
She came with Caitlyn’s name on her lips, almost unseating Caitlyn from her lap as her hips jerked. Caitlyn laughed breathily, her tired body humming with lazy pleasure just from the sight of Vi’s face. She nuzzled in close as Vi relaxed back into the chair, balancing herself with one hand to Vi’s shoulder. She could feel the rise and fall of her breathing steadying as their warm skin cooled. Vi must have noticed the same, because she stroked her hand up and down Caitlyn’s spine, her warm hand keeping the worst of the chill at bay.
“Is that out of your system now?” Caitlyn asked, letting her lips brush against the skin on Vi’s jaw as she spoke.
Vi’s laugh was low and thrummy. “Not even close.”
With a final nip to Vi’s jaw, Caitlyn pulled back, glancing over her shoulder at her normally neat desk. Papers were strewn all across the top of it now. A rogue pen had rolled across some papers, leaving lines of ink across the page.
“You need to stop seducing me in my office,” Caitlyn complained without any heat. “I think I got ink on my back.”
Vi’s fingers traced lines down Caitlyn’s back. Caitlyn didn’t miss the spark of interest in her eyes at the thought of ink on Caitlyn’s skin, and filed that revelation away for later. She couldn’t resist reaching out herself, hooking her fingers under Vi’s chin and brushing her thumb against the name inked on her cheek. The spark of interest was back in Vi’s eyes, and even Caitlyn felt the hum of satisfaction easing into something hungrier under her skin.
“You know,” she said, leaning forward to replace her thumb with her lips, “I’m sure I could think of other things I haven’t done yet.”
She laughed as Vi snatched her by the waist, sending more papers to the floor as she hauled Caitlyn off to their bedroom.