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The one good thing about being a newcomer to Piltover Academy is that Caitlyn is able to remain partially anonymous. Of course there were certain people who knew her family name, but for the most part, if she didn’t want people to know who she was, she could just tell them that she came from Ionia and they’d just believe her.
She didn’t have to say that the first twelve years of her life were spent in Piltover, or that she moved to Ionia to attend a boarding school there because no one ever asked that. They just saw her Ionian looks and accepted it at face value that she was a transfer student.
Which is how she wants it. If people knew she held the Kiramman name, they’d treat her differently – they’d look at her differently, and she knows from personal experience that some of them would suddenly be interested in being her friend because she’s rich.
The rich part currently has its perks as she was able to hire movers to move all of her furniture into her townhouse – one that is owned by her parents, and has been in the Kiramman family for generations. They tend to rent it out to one of their patrons who attends the Academy, but since Caitlyn is finishing off her degree in Piltover, her parents said she could move in.
“Be careful with that, it’s an antique,” she says as she directs two movers who aren’t handling her grandmother’s rifle display case with as much care as she thinks they should be.
Her phone trills in her hand and Caitlyn swipes to answer it without really processing who is on the line.
“Are you here yet?” Jayce asks excitedly.
Caitlyn reflexively smiles at his voice. “I’m here,” she says, “I’m just supervising the moving crew. They should be done soon, though.”
“I can’t wait to see you! It’s been too many years since you were here to stay,” he replies.
“It has,” she agrees. “How about you come by in about half an hour, and you can show me around campus?”
“I’ll be there with bells on.”
“Please don’t,” she says, knowing that he might very well literally do that.
Jayce laughs, his voice warm over the line. “I’ll see you soon, Sprout.”
Caitlyn disconnects the call and goes back to watching the movers. She directs them a few more times, and is thankful when they are done. She’ll have to sort unpacking later, but at least the majority of the furniture is where she wants it.
But right now, she wants to see her best friend and catch up on all of the things she’s missed since she saw him last.
Thankfully Jayce was able to visit Ionia often, and she came back to Piltover every now and then for important society functions that her parents insisted she couldn’t miss. That was one perk about living away from Piltover – she didn’t have to attend so many inane functions.
Once Jayce has texted to say that he’s on his way, Caitlyn grabs her handbag and keys, and makes sure that she locks her door behind her. She closes her eyes and just breathes for a moment before walking down the front steps and onto the footpath.
She can see a few people moving into the townhouses on the same lot as her own, and she wonders if she’ll make friends with any of the people moving in.
There’s an older looking Subaru parked in the driveway to her right, and Caitlyn glances over at it. She’s startled when the front door of the townhouse next to hers slams shut. She watches as a stunning woman with pink hair and the biggest biceps Caitlyn has ever seen jogs down the steps and opens the car. She knows she should feel weird for staring but she can’t help it. She’s wearing a white tank top and well-loved dark jeans, and Caitlyn can see her muscles moving even as she leans over into the car, searching for something. She is the hottest woman Caitlyn has ever seen, and it has unfortunately been a while since she’s had sex.
Caitlyn flushes when the other woman looks up and catches her staring. She ducks her head, embarrassed.
“Hey,” a somewhat gentle voice calls out.
Caitlyn glances up to see the woman smiling at her.
“You just move in?”
Caitlyn nods. “Yeah – yes. Just this morning. You?”
“We moved in a couple of days ago.”
The woman shuts the car door and makes her way over to where Caitlyn is just standing at the end of her own driveway. She hasn’t felt this awkward in a long time.
When the woman gets closer, Caitlyn can see she has tattoos that go up her arms and oh shit she can definitely see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. Caitlyn quickly snaps her gaze up to the woman’s face. She tucks a thick textbook under her arm and then extends her free hand in Caitlyn’s direction.
“I’m Vi.”
“Caitlyn,” she replies, shaking Vi’s hand firmly. Vi smirks at her.
“Quite the handshake,” she says.
Caitlyn just gives her a slight shrug of her shoulders. She reaches up and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Yes, well, first impressions matter.”
“That they do,” Vi agrees. Caitlyn catches Vi checking her out and she can’t help but preen a little at that.
Two things happen at the next moment – the front door to Vi’s house opens and Jayce rounds onto her street, and pulls up to the kerb in his sleek black, two-door Jaguar.
“Vi! Where’s my coding textbook?” a younger looking girl with bright blue hair asks, bounding over. She all but leaps onto Vi’s side, and Vi’s arm automatically slings around the girl’s waist.
“It’s right here,” Vi says, passing it over.
“Thank you!” The girl glances over at Caitlyn. “Hi! I’m Powder. I guess you’re our new neighbour?”
Caitlyn nods. She doesn’t get a chance to say anything before she’s swept off her feet in a massive bear hug from Jayce. He swings her around before setting her on her feet, grinning from ear to ear. He cups her face in his massive hands and gives her the sappiest look. She rolls her eyes at him. He saw her six months ago, she isn’t sure why he’s acting like this.
“Sorry!” he exclaims, turning to face Vi and Powder who are looking at them curiously. “I’m Jayce.” He extends his hand and Caitlyn can see him wince when Vi shakes his hand. He extends his hand to Powder next who just pats the top of it. Caitlyn can see Jayce’s slightly confused look, but he doesn’t say anything.
“We’re just getting introduced,” Powder says, glancing between Caitlyn and Vi. “I’m Powder, Vi’s sister.”
Caitlyn can’t help the slight relief she feels at that sentence. She gives the girl a warm smile.
“We’re about to go out and get coffees, would you like to come?” Caitlyn offers impulsively.
The sisters exchange a look before Vi shakes her head.
“We’d love to, but our brothers will be over soon for dinner, so maybe next time?” Vi replies.
Caitlyn nods. “It was lovely meeting you,” she says, looking between the two women.
“You too,” Powder replies.
“C’mon, Cait,” Jayce says, heading for his car. “I’ve got a whole list of places to show you before we even step foot on campus.”
Caitlyn slides into the passenger seat of his car and glances back at the closing front door of her new next-door neighbours. She bites back a sigh, trying to remind herself that she can’t just jump on the first lesbian she sees. Even if said lesbian could undoubtedly catch her. And pin her against a wall and –
“…favourite coffee shop. Seriously, they do the best things with coffee you’ll ever taste.”
She nods like she’s been paying attention the entire time.
“I still need to get some textbooks,” she says when Jayce stops to take a breath.
“Nerd,” Jayce says, affection lacing his tone. “But fine, we’ll take you to the campus bookstore before the day is over.”
“Thank you,” she replies.
They arrive at Jayce’s favourite coffee shop, and Caitlyn isn’t surprised in the slightest when he’s greeted by name and a big smile from the worker behind the counter. Caitlyn glances between the blonde woman around her own age, likely a student, too, and Jayce. She loves him, but she’s pretty sure he has no idea the effect he has on people.
Like right now, this barista hasn’t even noticed that Caitlyn is also by Jayce’s side, patiently waiting to order a drink. But Jayce with his big smile and even bigger shoulders makes so many people swoon. Somehow in the time she’s been in Ionia, she had forgotten that.
With an amused glance at the two of them, she takes a look around the café, taking in the décor and the few patrons occupying seats. The furniture looks comfortable, which is good, because she assumes that a lot of students would make use of this space, especially around exam time.
Caitlyn glances back at Jayce, who is now leaning on the counter, outright flirting with the barista. She catches the gaze of the other barista who is working the shift and shares a knowing smile.
“What can I get you?” the other barista asks. She’s a white woman with a very cute pixie cut, and deep brown eyes that Caitlyn could easily get lost in.
Caitlyn steps around Jayce and the flirting he’s doing with the blonde girl, and approaches the counter.
“May I just have an iced coffee?” she asks, and then lists her flavour preferences too.
“Anything else with that?”
Caitlyn shakes her head. “No, thank you.” She passes over a twenty and tells the barista to keep the change.
Her drink is made and given to her, and she’s taken a seat all before Jayce is stepping back to place his own order.
“You’re an outrageous flirt, you know,” Caitlyn says as Jayce finally sits across from her.
He shrugs his shoulders. “She’s cute,” he replies.
“Then ask her out on a date,” Caitlyn says pointedly. “Put the girl out of her misery and just ask her.”
“But flirting is half the fun!” he protests.
Caitlyn rolls her eyes. She glances over at the blonde girl who is very obviously staring at them. “She’s into you, you’re into her, just ask her on a date. Don’t be cruel.”
Jayce sighs. “You’re right.”
He gets up and squares his shoulders before making his way back to the counter.
“I didn’t mean now,” she mutters to herself. She takes a sip of her drink and unlocks her phone, figuring she may as well get familiar with her course guide while she’s got the time.
“He comes in here almost every day,” a voice says, interrupting Caitlyn’s thoughts.
She glances up to see the other barista wiping the table next to Caitlyn’s. “Really?” she asks, her gaze flicking over to where Jayce is putting his number into the blonde’s phone.
Pixie cut nods. “Yeah,” she says, “though he doesn’t usually stand there for ten minutes blatantly flirting like that. He must’ve got the courage up today.”
Caitlyn snorts. “He’s just showing off,” she replies, taking another sip of her drink while pixie cut moves to the other table near Caitlyn. “But he’s clearly smitten.”
“That’s one way of looking at it. I’m Summer, by the way,” she says.
Caitlyn smiles at her. “Caitlyn. It’s nice to share this weird experience with you.”
Summer smiles and nods. “The burden of watching our friends awkwardly flirt their way into a date.”
Caitlyn chuckles. “As long as it finally happens.”
The door to the café opens, and Summer gives her one more smile before going back behind the counter to serve the customer. A few moments later, Jayce sits back down in front of Caitlyn and smiles his big, goofy smile at her.
“Well?” she prompts.
“Amber and I are going on a date tomorrow night,” Jayce replies.
“Good,” Caitlyn says. “Now, let’s go, I want to get to the bookstore before it closes.”
Jayce nods and he waves at Amber, and Caitlyn chances a glance at Summer, who gives her a small wave as she leaves. Caitlyn might have to find a way to come back to this café, too, she thinks as she gets back into Jayce’s car.
After he shows her around all of his favourite spots, including the best place to get ice cream, and a bakery that Caitlyn will definitely be frequenting, they finally, finally make it to the bookstore. She notes that they have fifteen minutes before it closes, but she can’t bring herself to be upset at Jayce. He was too excited to share all of the places he loved, and Caitlyn got some good tips on places that she’ll definitely be checking out when she gets more time.
She’s rounding a corner to see if she can locate her last text book when she bumps into someone.
“Oh, sorry!” Caitlyn exclaims as books fall to the floor.
“It’s okay.”
Caitlyn glances up and sees it’s Summer from the café. She can’t help but smile. They both pick up their respective books, and Caitlyn takes a moment to appreciate the way Summer’s arms flex under the weight of the books she’s carrying.
“Psychology?” Caitlyn says, reading the title of the topmost book in Summer’s arms. “Heavy stuff.”
Summer gives her a sheepish smile. “It is, but it’s what I’m passionate about. What about you, what do you have?”
“I’m mostly shopping for my communications courses,” Caitlyn admits. “Everything else has been online, but this professor is strict on the physical book.”
Summer nods. “I’ve had some like that,” she says. “It’s always a shame when we never end up using the books, though.”
They chat for a few minutes before Jayce finds her and gives her a slight smirk.
“They’re closing up,” he says knowingly.
“Oh,” Caitlyn says. They both follow him to the check out and when they step out of the bookstore, Jayce helpfully takes her bag full of books to his car.
“Would you like to go out sometime?” Summer asks.
Caitlyn can’t help but smile. “I’d love that,” she replies. They exchange numbers and Caitlyn slides back into Jayce’s car, feeling like she is definitely going to enjoy these next few months here at Piltover Academy.
When Caitlyn gets home, she tackles as much unpacking as she can. She puts her music on and makes an evening of it. She orders in some dinner, figuring she’ll do some grocery shopping the next day.
As she’s relaxing with her food, her phone pings with a message. She grins when she sees that it’s Summer, and she immediately responds.
Within minutes, Caitlyn has organised herself a date for the next night with Summer. She feels giddy at the thought.
~*~
While a bar isn’t her first choice of a date venue, Caitlyn can’t begrudge Summer’s location of choice. It’s close to eleven o’clock when she arrives, the loud music immediately filling her ears. There’s plenty of other Academy students around; some drinking, some dancing on the dancefloor over the other side of the room, and some playing pool. She surveys the space as she steps into the bar, her gaze trying to find that familiar pixie cut.
She spots Summer waiting at the bar and makes her way over.
“I hope I’m not late,” she says as she approaches Summer.
Summer turns her megawatt smile on Caitlyn. “Not at all. I’m just about to order – what will you have?”
“A cosmopolitan would be lovely,” Caitlyn replies.
A familiar head of pink hair appears before them and Caitlyn feels her gaze travelling over Vi’s bare arms before she can help herself. She’s wearing a similar white tank top like she had on the day before, showing off all of those glorious tattoos and her thick biceps.
“What’ll it be?” Vi asks, leaning over, undoubtedly so she can hear them over the noise.
“Two cosmos,” Summer replies.
Vi nods and then her gaze lands on Caitlyn. “Hey, fancy seeing you here!” she says with a grin. Her hands make quick work of making their drinks.
“I could say the same for you,” Caitlyn replies. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
Vi grins. “I’ve worked here since I was eighteen.” Caitlyn just gives her a small smile and nods.
“Do you two know each other?” Summer asks, glancing between them.
“We’re neighbours,” Vi replies, setting their drinks in front of them a moment later.
“Oh,” Summer says.
Vi rattles off the price and Summer winces a little but Caitlyn hands over her card before Summer can even pull out a single note.
“I’ve got this one,” Caitlyn says as Vi takes her card to ring up their purchases. “You can get the next ones.”
Summer nods, a slight relieved smile on her face. “Do you want to go sit?”
“That would be lovely,” Caitlyn replies. She slides her card back into her clutch and follows Summer through the crowd of people to a thankfully empty booth.
“Who knew this place would be so busy on a Thursday night?” Caitlyn comments, her gaze flitting over the crowd.
“It’s busy every night,” Summer replies. “Is Vi really your neighbour?”
Caitlyn nods. “She lives in the townhouse next to mine,” she says. “Why?”
A look crosses Summer’s face. “She’s just… she’s a bit of a player. Or so I’ve heard.”
Caitlyn takes this information on board as she sips her drink. “Well I only met her just yesterday, so I can’t say I’ve heard those rumours.”
“Oh. Are you not from Piltover? I thought you were because of the accent.”
Caitlyn shrugs. “I was born here, but I spent the last eight years of my life in Ionia. I just moved back to Piltover recently.”
Summer perks up at that. “Why’d you move back?” she asks, sipping on her own drink.
Caitlyn fiddles with her napkin. “There’s a lot of reasons, but mostly I just wanted to try somewhere new.”
Summer nods. She asks several more questions about what it was like in Ionia, and what Caitlyn’s life was like there. She asks so many questions that it makes Caitlyn start to feel a little uncomfortable. So she suggests they dance. They abandon their empty glasses, and Caitlyn leads Summer onto the dancefloor.
The music is louder here, and there are several couples making out around them. She pulls Summer close, intent on not talking and just enjoying her closeness.
As the songs change, their bodies grow closer, and Caitlyn can feel Summer’s warmth all over her. She makes the first move, leaning in just enough so that Summer knows what she’s intending. She’s met with enthusiasm, Summer’s lips pressing into hers.
It isn’t the best kiss Caitlyn has ever experienced, but Summer is eager. They keep moving to the beat of the music, kissing, and dancing and kissing again. Caitlyn’s hand slides ever so slightly up the back of Summer’s shirt.
“I just wanted to tell you something,” Caitlyn starts, her lips close to Summer’s ear. Summer nods. “I’m not looking for anything serious right now. If you want a relationship, I’m not your woman.”
“That’s perfectly okay with me,” Summer says and her lips press against Caitlyn’s once more. She feels the moment things shift between them from just kissing into wanting something more.
“Come on,” Caitlyn says. She takes Summer’s hand in her own and leads her out of the bar. The rush of cool air hits Caitlyn’s face as they step out, making the skin of her arms goosebump.
“My place or yours?” Caitlyn suggests.
“I have housemates…” Summer admits with a sheepish grin.
“Mine it is then,” Caitlyn replies. They flag down a taxi and make the short distance to Caitlyn’s townhouse.
The moment they’re alone in her house, Caitlyn presses Summer up against the closed front door. Summer’s moans fill her ears as they kiss. Her hands move quickly, taking off Caitlyn’s top.
“Wow, your tits are amazing,” Summer says. Caitlyn smirks. She loves her boobs, they’re one of her best features, she thinks.
Unfortunately, Summer is a little too rough with her, and instead of the nipple pinch being pleasurable, it makes Caitlyn wince. But Summer doesn’t seem to notice. Caitlyn reaches for Summer’s own shirt, taking it off in one swift movement.
“Uh, do you have a bed?” Summer asks.
“Yes,” Caitlyn replies. She takes Summer’s hand and leads her upstairs and into her bedroom.
“Whoa your bed is huge,” Summer says with a gasp. Caitlyn glances over at it – she hasn’t ever slept on something smaller, so she wouldn’t know.
“Take off your trousers,” Caitlyn says and Summer gives her a lust-filled stare and quickly complies.
Caitlyn shucks off her own trousers, but leaves her knickers on. She gives Summer an appreciative look as she takes the other woman in. She’s clad in her underwear – a cute matching set in a lilac colour that Caitlyn can’t wait to get her out of. She can see Summer’s dark nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra and Caitlyn finds herself throbbing at the sight. She closes the distance between them once more, guiding Summer back onto the bed.
They shift to get comfortable and Summer’s legs wrap themselves around Caitlyn’s waist, effectively bringing her closer. She dips her head to kiss Summer again, taking it slower this time.
Caitlyn trails kisses down Summer’s neck, nipping playfully. She pauses when she gets to the top of her bra.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” she asks softly. “And anything you’d particularly like me to do?”
Summer shakes her head. “I’m good,” she replies breathily. “I love being eaten out.”
“That I can definitely do,” Caitlyn says. She lowers her head to Summer’s bra covered chest. The lace barely covers her smaller boobs, but her nipples are straining hard against the fabric, and that is something Caitlyn can work with.
Her tongue slides over the rough fabric, wetting Summer’s nipple. Summer arches into her touch, letting out a high-pitched moan. It’s a little distracting, but Caitlyn focuses her attention on Summer’s breast. Her free hand slides under the bra cupping her other breast, her thumb sliding over her hard nipple.
“Let me take this off,” Summer says, panting. She sits up just enough to take it off, throwing it to the floor.
“These too,” Caitlyn says, snapping the elastic of Summer’s knickers where they rest on her ass.
There’s some slightly awkward manoeuvring as they pull Summer’s knickers off. Caitlyn tosses them over her shoulder and smiles down at Summer. She takes off her own bra and throws it onto the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Summer’s hands cup Caitlyn’s breasts, her thumbs sliding roughly against her nipples once more.
“Gentler,” Caitlyn says and Summer gives her a slightly shocked look, but Caitlyn kisses her before she can say anything.
Caitlyn slides her hand between their bodies, cupping Summer’s entire pussy, causing her to whine. She parts Summer’s folds, easily slipping one finger into her wetness. Summer’s body arches off the bed, pressing closer into Caitlyn’s hand.
She circles Summer’s clit as she kisses her way back down Summer’s chest, pausing to gently nip at the side of her breast before shifting down the bed. Summer’s legs fall open even wider, her wet pussy on display right in front of Caitlyn’s face.
It’s been too long since she’s been able to do this, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer. She covers Summer’s pussy with her mouth, drinking in the taste of her. Summer’s moans fill the room and her hand drops onto the back of Caitlyn’s head. Her fingers are a little too tight in Caitlyn’s hair, but she can’t bring herself to care right then. Not when her mouth is working Summer so perfectly.
She has missed this. She loves giving head and feeling someone’s thighs shake because of her touch. Summer is very responsive, which is something Caitlyn loves. She sucks on her clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub as she slides two fingers into Summer’s entrance. She moans at the feel of just how wet Summer is.
That is intoxicating to her every single time – knowing that she made someone that wet.
Summer’s moans are loud and high as Caitlyn fucks her. One of her heels digs painfully into Caitlyn’s back where it’s slung over her shoulder. Caitlyn ignores it in favour of focusing on bringing Summer to orgasm.
There’s a moment when Summer’s breath hitches and Caitlyn knows she’s close. Summer’s hand tightens in Caitlyn’s hair and she tugs as she comes, her legs trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Caitlyn slowly licks her clit again, enjoying the trembles from Summer’s body. She slides her fingers out of Summer, wiping them on her sheets. She presses a kiss to Summer’s thigh before shifting up the bed next to her.
“Give me a minute and I’ll return the favour,” Summer says, a blissful smile on her face.
A few seconds later, she falls asleep.
Caitlyn blinks, looking down at her. She sighs to herself and gets up, heading to her bathroom. She washes her hands and brushes her teeth, figuring she may as well kill time while she’s waiting for Summer to wake back up.
When she returns to her bedroom, Summer is curled on her side, facing Caitlyn’s window.
“Summer,” she says softly. She gently shakes the other woman’s shoulder and is surprised when she doesn’t even budge.
This isn’t something Caitlyn likes – sharing a bed with someone. She likes her space. She likes having her bed to herself, and she definitely doesn’t like sharing a bed with what is meant to be a one night stand. She rarely sleeps well when someone else is in her bed, and while she hopes tonight will be different, she won’t be surprised if it isn’t.
With a sigh, Caitlyn plugs her phone in to charge, seeing that it’s almost 2 am. She settles back into her pillows, resigning herself to the fact that she’s going to be sharing her space with Summer until the other woman wakes up.
As she predicted, Caitlyn barely sleeps. She feels the second the bed shifts under Summer’s weight as she wakes up. She rolls over and gives Caitlyn a happy, sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” Summer says, her voice thick with sleep.
Caitlyn gives her a tight-lipped smile. “Good morning.”
“…Did you not sleep well?” Summer asks.
“Not particularly,” she replies, unable to be anything but honest. “I don’t usually let one night stands sleep over.”
“Oh,” Summer says, her voice sounding small.
“Would you like me to call you a taxi?” Caitlyn asks, getting out of bed. She throws on her favourite comfort pyjama pants and a loose shirt. She knows she’s being a bit abrupt with Summer, but she just wants her space back.
“Uh, yeah, that would be great.”
Caitlyn notices that Summer’s tone is a little flat and she unplugs her phone to order a taxi for Summer.
“It’ll be about ten minutes,” Caitlyn says.
“Okay,” Summer says. She’s finally dressed and she gives Caitlyn an expectant look.
“I’ll walk you out,” Caitlyn says.
Summer shoots her an incredulous look and Caitlyn chooses to ignore it. She opens her front door and lets Summer step out first.
“So, this is probably a long shot considering your whole…” Summer gestures to Caitlyn’s face. “But would you like to go out again sometime?”
Caitlyn shakes her head. “Sorry,” she says. “I did say last night that I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
Summer nods. “For what it’s worth, I had a good time.”
Caitlyn gives her a small smile. “I’m glad,” she replies. She bites back a sigh of relief when a taxi pulls up a moment later.
She has no idea what possesses Summer to lean forwards like she’s going to kiss Caitlyn goodbye, but Caitlyn swiftly turns her cheek, and Summer’s lips land with an awkward movement.
“Have a good weekend,” Caitlyn says.
Summer huffs and gets into the taxi, leaving Caitlyn standing there. She turns her back on it once it’s out of sight and runs a hand over her face.
“Well, that was awkward as fuck.”
Caitlyn startles at the voice and she drops her hands to see Vi sitting on the top step leading up to her house. She smirks at Caitlyn, bringing her mug to her lips and taking a drink. She’s still wearing the same outfit from the night before, so Caitlyn figures she must have only got home a short while ago.
“How much of that did you hear?” she asks, hoping she won’t be too embarrassed here.
“Oh, the whole thing,” Vi says. “Like I said: that was awkward as fuck.”
Caitlyn tips her head back and groans frustratedly. She covers her face with her hands again and sighs before running her hands through her hair. She gathers her hair up into a ponytail and quickly secures it in place with the hair tie that is around her wrist.
“May I sit?” Caitlyn asks, gesturing to the empty space next to Vi.
“Be my guest,” Vi says.
Caitlyn closes the distance between them and sits next to Vi. She brings her knees right up to her chest and wraps her arm around her legs.
“I gotta be honest,” Vi starts, “I thought you and that Jayce guy were together.”
She knows her entire face looks revolted at the suggestion but it makes Vi laugh, and Caitlyn decides right then that it’s one of the best sounds in the world.
“Even if I wasn’t a raging lesbian, he’s literally like a brother to me,” she explains.
“Noted, Cupcake.”
“Cupcake?”
“Nice pyjamas,” Vi points out. Caitlyn flushes. “For someone who just said goodbye to a very gorgeous woman, you don’t seem that happy?”
Caitlyn shrugs. “It just wasn’t the best sex I’ve had.”
“Well now I have to know,” Vi says, sounding delightfully intrigued.
With a sigh, Caitlyn presses her face into her knees. “She fell asleep after I ate her out and then wouldn’t even wake up to leave.”
She has no idea what kind of reaction she expects from Vi, but it isn’t laughter. She shoots Vi an incredulous look and Vi just shakes her head.
“I needed that,” she says, setting her mug down behind her.
Caitlyn knows she’s probably pouting, but she can’t help it. She has no idea what could be funny about what she just said.
“I take it you don’t like people staying over?” Vi says. She shifts her body so her back is leaning against the railing. Caitlyn copies her, and their knees bump together, but Vi doesn’t move, so she doesn’t either.
“Not really,” Caitlyn replies. “I was very clear it was just sex, but she fell asleep. I don’t tend to sleep well when other people are there.”
Vi nods. She reaches for her mug again and takes a long sip. “Are you an only child?” she asks.
Caitlyn blinks. “Yes. How did you know?”
The smirk that crosses Vi’s face Caitlyn can only describe as beautiful.
“I have three siblings,” Vi says. “We’ve all shared a bed at one point. You get used to it.”
Caitlyn considers this. She nods and looks down at her hands, tapping one thumb on top of the other. “So, what are you doing out here so early?”
Vi looks down at her phone where it’s resting on the deck. “Well, I got dumped about twenty minutes ago now. So I’m just… here.”
“Oh, Vi, I’m so sorry,” Caitlyn says.
Vi just shrugs. “It was inevitable,” she replies. She sounds sadder than she looks, though, Caitlyn notes. “My girlfriend… well my ex now – Annie – she’s in a band, and they just got signed with some big wig label, and are going on tour. She didn’t want to do long distance, so here I am.”
Caitlyn presses her knee a little more into Vi’s. “That… well that sucks.”
Vi huffs a small laugh and nods. “Yeah, it does,” she replies, sounding a little sad. “It does.”
Silence falls between them and Caitlyn knows this is their longest interaction yet but she can’t help but think she and Vi just formed a connection that she hopes doesn’t break any time soon.