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Blood And Water
By : moviefan
Category: +G through L > League of Legends
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(A/N: Ok, so I'm trying something new here. After recently discovering Arcane and falling in love with Vi/Caitlyn as a couple because, let's face it, who couldn't, I decided to try out my first girl/girl lemon once this idea came to me. As you can tell from the description, it's an extension of Caitlyn's shower scene. Yeah, I know I'm not the first to do this, but so what, this is my version of events for this story.)
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"BLOOD AND WATER"
She was gone. Vi was gone. She couldn’t believe it, it didn’t feel real, but she had actually left. And Caitlyn… she had just let her go. After everything that had happened, all they had been through together, she had allowed her to just walk away.
How? How could she just leave like that? How could Caitlyn let her leave like that? It was a question that had been running through her head on repeat since it had happened. Not that she didn’t understand, to an extent anyway. She knew why she had left; she just didn’t understand how she could.
It had been the Council. She and Vi had gone to them for help in dealing with Silco, the man responsible for so much suffering, who had, essentially, taken Vi’s sister from her, in more ways than one. Caitlyn had been hopeful that they would help, trusting her mother and childhood friend at least, as members of the Council, to finally do something about him, to act against all his wrongdoings. But while Jayce had seemed willing to fight, dissatisfied with the failure that simply talking had resulted in, the rest of the Council had been hesitant, if not unwilling, to act, fearing that it could lead to war between Piltover and Zaun.
Vi’s faith in the Council had been minimal to begin with. And after a lifetime of being ignored, if not victimized, by Topside, as the Undercity had come to call the City of Progress, Caitlyn could understand her doubt and skepticism. Yet she had put her faith in her, trusting Caitlyn when she had said that the Council would help.
That doubt, it seemed, had been justified, resulting in Vi storming out when she saw the direction the council meeting was going in, presumably to take matters into her own hands. If Caitlyn knew Vi, the Undersider was planning on going after Silco herself, to put a stop to him and get back her sister, hoping, however futilely, that she wasn’t all Jinx, that some traces of Powder still resided in her, and that that part of her could still be reached.
Caitlyn could understand all that. She could understand why she would walk away from the Council. Vi was a woman of action. She didn’t like just sitting around and waiting. If something wasn’t being taken care of, she would take care of it herself, with her bare hands if she had to. So yes, Caitlyn could understand why she would leave the way she did. But what she still couldn’t understand was how Vi could leave her.
There was something between the two of them. Caitlyn knew it, and she knew that Vi knew it too. Hell, her own mother had been able to see it, despite the initial disdain she had shown towards the Undersider. They had a deep connection, something real, something special, that had bloomed during their short time together. And Vi had just walked away from it. No, she hadn’t just walked away from it, she had shot it down completely, before it even had a chance to fully blossom.
Oil and water. That’s what she had said. That’s what she had compared them to. Oil and water, two substances that couldn’t mix. Hearing that from the pink-haired brawler had hurt. It had hurt more than any of the injuries she had received over the past few days, even more than the cut on her leg she had received from the shard of shrapnel that had been embedded into her skin from Jinx’s fancy, handmade explosives. Even now, those words tore at her heart in ways Caitlyn hadn’t expected.
When had the Undersider come to mean so much to her? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she knew when she had realized it. It had been when she had seen Vi injured and weak, close to death even, that Caitlyn had realized that she couldn’t lose her, and so hadn’t hesitated to trade her beloved weapon for the potion she had needed to heal her.
Prior to that, she had thought that Vi had just been a lead, a means to an end in her investigation. While she had found the brawler attractive since she first saw her in that cell in Stillwater, Caitlyn hadn’t thought that she would be anything more than that. But as they spent more time together, her respect, understanding, and admiration for the pink-haired girl had grown.
It had been in the brothel that things had taken a turn, at least for her. After Vi had called her hot and pinned her to the wall, that was when Caitlyn had realized her interest in the Undersider had gone beyond professional. And when Vi had asked her if she was interested in men or women, she had been so flustered that she hadn’t even been able to answer. In fact, a part of the reason she hadn’t replied was because a part of her was afraid that she would have said what was actually on her mind at that moment, and that had been “You.”
She wasn’t stupid. She had known that Vi had just been screwing with her back then, trying to intimidate her while at the same time trying to make progress in their investigation. But be that as it may, Vi’s comment about her being hot hadn’t just been an observation, that had been her own personal opinion of her as well; Caitlyn had been able to determine that much on her own, she had just been unprepared for the sudden forwardness from the Undersider, not to mention her own reaction to that forwardness.
But mutual attraction aside, Caitlyn had also known that Vi looked down on her, holding her in contempt for not just being a spoiled, ignorant Topsider from a rich family, but also an Enforcer, the same title held by the people who had killed her parents. Even her nickname of “Cupcake” that she had come up with for her had been mocking and condescending.
At least that had been the case initially. As they got to know each other, particularly after Caitlyn had saved her from Sevika, their attitudes towards each other had changed, and even Vi’s nickname for her had become a term of endearment. Because she was so sweet, the brawler had said.
Things had really changed between them after that. While Caitlyn had come to acknowledge her attraction and care for Vi, it had been when the Undersider had woken in a panic from whatever nightmares had been plaguing her that Caitlyn truly realized the depths of her feelings. As she had gently soothed Vi in her panic, she had subconsciously stroked the other girl’s cheek with a fondness she hadn’t been aware of. And upon realizing just how close their faces were, she had been unable to stop her eyes from darting down to Vi’s lips, and she realized just how badly she wanted to kiss her.
The moment had become too intense, the sudden realization of the depths of her feelings too much. And so she had put some distance between them, needing the space as she tried not to focus on the fear she felt at how close she had come to losing Vi, not to mention the confusion of just how enamored with her she had become.
That hadn’t been the only time she had nearly lost Vi. After they had been abducted by Ekko and his team, Caitlyn had begged them to leave the brawler be and hold her responsible instead. Fortunately, in this instance, these people had been childhood friends of Vi. But that hadn’t stopped the pink-haired girl from teasing her with that whole “My hero” comment.
And then came their goodbye on the bridge. Caitlyn had understood it back then. Vi couldn’t accept that her sister was gone, that she had completely given her identity over to her Jinx persona. She felt that she needed to try and reach her, unwilling to just abandon her again, even if her initial abandonment hadn’t actually been an abandonment at all.
Yes, Caitlyn had understood that. She understood why Vi had needed to leave then, while she had needed to take this whole matter up with the Council. Neither had wanted to leave the other then, and so had clung to each other almost desperately as they shared a goodbye hug before reluctantly parting ways.
That hadn’t lasted long, not with the arrival of Marcus, followed by a surprise attack from Jinx. Vi had returned to her then, and Jinx hadn’t been happy about it. Seeing the two of them in each other’s arms, even though they had only been supporting each other at the time, had been enough to set the younger blue-haired girl off, and she had actually open fired on them both.
Caitlyn hadn’t even thought about what she was doing. Her body had moved on its own, and she had shielded Vi with her own body from the gunfire. It was utterly pointless, but she had acted purely on reflex, her only thought being to protect Vi. Thank God the Undersider had had enough sense to push them both away before they were both showered with bullets. And thank Ekko for distracting the crazed girl while the two of them escaped; she desperately hoped the Boy Savior was alright.
Yes, it seemed that Fate kept pushing the two of them together, like they were simply meant to be. Caitlyn truly felt that, especially after that tender moment they had shared in her room together. They had both been lying on her bed, and Vi had, for a short while, dropped all barriers and completely opened up to her. Caitlyn had really appreciated that, and she stayed there with her, allowing the brawler, who was always on her guard, to be vulnerable. Not judging, not even speaking, just listening and being there for her.
In response, she had reached out and gently stroked Vi’s cheek, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Vi had immediately grasped her hand, as if needing the physical contact, and they had simply laid there, staring into each other’s eyes, communicating in ways that didn’t need words. It was such a simple gesture, but the moment had felt so very intimate to Caitlyn, and she could tell that Vi had felt it too.
Which is why she couldn’t understand how Vi could just walk away. After everything they had been through together, after how much they had come to mean to each other, because she knew Vi felt it too, and yet she had left.
How could she? Vi knew there was something special between them. She hadn’t even denied it when Caitlyn had blatantly asked her “What about us?” She had all but admitted that there was an ‘us’. But she had also admitted that Topside and Undercity weren’t meant to be, the hurt and sadness in her voice matching the crushing pain in her chest that Caitlyn felt as she watched the brawler pull up her hood and walk off into the night, leaving Caitlyn utterly heartbroken, her tears hidden by the rain.
Oil and water. That phrase had continued to echo through Caitlyn’s head as she returned to her big, shiny house that Vi had told her to go back to, telling her to just forget about her. As if there was even the remote possibility of that happening. Vi had sunk her hooks into her so deeply that Caitlyn knew she would never be able to get them out, let alone forget her.
How did this happen? How could she have allowed this to happen? Caitlyn was no quitter. When she wanted something, she went after it, and she didn’t stop until she got it. So even though Vi had walked away, how could she have let her? Why didn’t she go after her? Said something or done something, anything to make her stay. But she hadn’t. Instead, she had just stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the person who had come to mean so much to her just walked out of her life. And she had just let her.
She didn’t know how long she had stood there, not quite weeping, but simply letting the tears flow, but she had long since become soaked to the bone and had become freezing. Yet she felt numb inside, and not from the cold, barely even noticing it. Eventually though, she had gathered up the broken pieces of her heart and made her way home, letting the Council that she had put her faith and trust in, that had let her down, to continue to deliberate.
She had moved mechanically, almost as if she were in a trance, not caring about or even noticing the trail of water she had left through the house. Upon entering her room, she had stripped out of her wet clothes and made her way into her own attached bathroom and stepped into the shower. She had turned on the water, making the spray as hot as she could stand, just to be able to feel something other than the cold, numb feeling she felt that had nothing to do with standing in the rain for so long.
Oil and water. Caitlyn really hated that phrase. At least in this scenario. It just felt so… wrong. This whole thing felt wrong. She shouldn’t be here alone. Vi should be right here with her. They were supposed to be together. She felt this in her bones, in her heart of hearts, in the very depths of her soul. So how could she have let Vi leave?
Perhaps it was more her fault than Vi’s. She knew the brawler had been hurting. She had been upset, angry, disappointed. Her shaky trust in the Council, which she had only managed to build up at all due to Caitlyn, had been shattered. Without them, the only option to stop Silco and save her sister would be to take matters into her own hands, most likely by doing something drastic. It would be reckless, dangerous, and there was a good chance that she wouldn’t come back alive.
Had Vi just said what she did to push her away? To protect her? No, that wasn’t it. While it may have been partly true, Caitlyn could tell that there was a part of Vi that actually believed what she had said, that it could never work out between them, that they were just too different. So she had attempted to destroy what they had before it could blow up in their faces. It would be less painful that way. At least that’s how Vi saw it.
In a sudden fit of frustration, Caitlyn slammed her fists against the shower wall. Her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging painfully into her palms. The small indentations left behind, along with the near scalding water, did little to alleviate the sudden overwhelming feelings assaulting her, and her hands soon opened to press her palms flat against the wall as she felt the need to push back against these feelings before they completely crushed her beneath them.
Once again, she didn’t know how long she stood there with the water cascading over her. The sound of the shower’s spray hitting the floor sounded too much like the rain on the streets, and she closed her eyes as she once again saw the image of Vi walking away from her. She played it back in her mind again and again, looking to try and find a moment where she could have said or done something to make Vi stay with her.
But no matter how many times Caitlyn replayed that moment, it still ended in the pink-haired girl walking away from her. Because no matter how much she fantasized otherwise, that’s what had happened, and no amount of reimagining would change that Vi had left, and she had let her.
Opening her eyes, Caitlyn let the feeling of despair and regret she felt wash over her. Thoughts of Vi continued to fill her mind as she played back that moment of her walking away again and again, seeing that image in her mind’s eye more than the actual floor of the shower that she was staring at, the droplets of water reminding her of the rain she had been standing in.
But as she stared, something drew her attention, and her gaze focused on it. It was a drop of red, swirling and mixing together with the water. The wound on her leg was bleeding, the wet tourniquet doing little to stop the blood flow. She watched as the two liquids mixed together until the red dispersed, only to witness as another blood droplet fell and mixed with the water as it was carried down the drain.
Blood and water. Not oil and water, but blood and water. Vi was wrong. The two of them were different, very different, there was no denying that. However, they didn’t have to be oil and water. They could be blood and water, two things that mixed together just fine. And the two of them did mix together, she had seen it during their time together, seeing just how well they went together. It might require them to bleed a little, but they could indeed mix.
Raising her head slightly, Caitlyn stared at the wall, not seeing the wall, but once again seeing Vi just before she left, unable to so much as look back at her as she told Caitlyn to just go home and forget about her, like that was actually something she could do. And suddenly, she grew angry.
How dare Vi just leave her like that! How dare she leave her at all! It wasn’t just a matter of how she could leave, but how she actually had the nerve to do so. After everything they had been through together, after making Caitlyn feel this way about her, how dare she just walk out of her life like that. She had no right, no right at all, to just leave and tell her to forget about her. No right!
It wasn’t just Vi that she was angry with though. She was angry with herself as well. Vi may have walked away, but Caitlyn was the one who had let her, and all because she had been too hurt by what Vi had said to find the words to stop her, or even to simply go after her. She would never forgive herself for allowing that to happen.
Vi was hers! That may have been presumptuous of her to think that, but that was the truth of it. Vi was hers just as much as she was Vi’s. And Vi had been right in what she had said; Caitlyn did expect everyone to just give her what she wanted. She was used to it, having gotten whatever she wanted for her entire, spoiled, privileged life. She didn’t like being denied what she wanted. And she wanted Vi, badly.
Eyes narrowing, Caitlyn nibbled on her bottom lip and gave the smallest shake of her head. This wasn’t over. She wasn’t going to stand for this. Caitlyn Kiramman didn’t just stand by and let what she wanted pass her by. She went after it, and she didn’t stop until she got it. She would find Vi, wherever she was. She would find her and convince her that she was wrong, that the two of them did mix. And not just that they mixed, but that they belonged together. They would work out their differences, overcome any problems they faced. They would take care of Silco, bring peace between Piltover and Zaun, and deal with this whole thing regarding Jinx and her mental instability.
Yes, everything would work out. Caitlyn would make sure it worked out. And she wouldn’t stop until she had Vi back with her where she belonged. But until then, she would just have to imagine it. She would imagine having Vi here with her. She would imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her. Touch her the way she wanted to, the way Caitlyn wanted to be touched by her.
Caitlyn’s heart started racing as she imagined the pink-haired girl in the shower here with her, the hot water cascading down Vi’s body. Her fingers itched to touch the brawler’s muscles, to trace the tattoos decorating her skin, to graze the scars she had gained over a rough lifetime of fighting, just struggling to survive in the harsh Undercity.
She imagined Vi’s own hands caressing her own body, of her seductively whispering her nickname for her in her ear, her tone laced with desire and want. And as she imagined this, one of her hands left the wall to grasp her own breast, squeezing it.
Vi would be rough, she imagined, but also gentle and loving, stopping just short of her grip being painful, and Caitlyn massaged her breast in this manner before sliding her hand down her body, over her toned stomach, and down to her pubic region. Her fingers trailed through her triangle of blue curls and moved lower, and she traced the length of her folds. The hot water did nothing to hide the wet heat her own body produced as she imagined Vi’s fingers in place of her own.
A frown crossed Caitlyn’s face as she rubbed herself. Her touch was all wrong. Her fingers were too soft, too dainty. Vi’s fingers were thicker, rougher, calloused. She still remembered the feel of them when the brawler had grasped her hand when they had lied in bed together. Caitlyn tried to project that memory onto her own touch, trying to use it as a substitute for the real thing as she closed her eyes and imagined the pink-haired girl touching her.
“Vi…” Caitlyn gasped out as she ran her middle finger along her slit and over her clit, touching herself in a way that was familiar, in the way she liked.
Vi wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t just give her what she wanted. She would tease and torment her until Caitlyn was a weeping, pleading mess. Only then would she give her the satisfaction of touching her how she wanted. Her touch would be passionate, possessive, pushing Caitlyn to her limit and bringing her to the heights of pleasure until Caitlyn begged her to put an end to her suffering.
Caitlyn began panting as she applied more pressure and began rubbing herself faster, the way she would imagine Vi would touch her while picturing the object of her desire and affection. Never had she wanted anyone or anything as much as she wanted Vi, and she would do damn near anything to make this fantasy a reality. She thought back to that moment of the two of them at the brothel together when Vi pinned her against the wall, doing her best to conjure up the memory of the Undersider standing before her.
Another hand suddenly slid around her waist and joined her own hand between her legs, covering her smaller and more delicate one as a familiar voice spoke in her ear. “You’ve really worked yourself up, haven’t you, Cupcake?”
A gasp escaped Caitlyn and she turned around, suddenly finding the object of her affection standing behind her. Vi was here, in the shower, with her. And she was… Caitlyn’s eyes trailed lower. Yes, she was naked too.
“Vi, you’re here,” she exclaimed.
A smirk crossed the brawler’s face. “I am. And from what I just heard, I just brought your fantasy to life.”
Caitlyn couldn’t take her eyes off her. “You left me.”
The smirk fell from Vi’s face and she diverted her eyes. “I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
Caitlyn didn’t know if she wanted to slap her or kiss her. “Why’d you come back?”
A sigh escaped Vi, and she looked back up at her. “I forgot something. I came back to get it.” The smirk returned to her face. “And that’s when I heard my name on your lips from in here, so I came to investigate. And just look at what I found.”
Suddenly, her hand shot out, slamming against the wall by Caitlyn’s head in an imitation of what had happened between them back at the brothel. Caitlyn glanced at it out of her peripheral vision, then followed the length of Vi’s arm up to her face. The smile the pink-haired girl was wearing grew bigger and she reached up with her other hand, cupping Caitlyn’s chin and tracing her lips with her thumb.
“See something you like, Cupcake?” she asked cheekily. “You know, you never did answer me when I asked if you preferred a man or woman. But from what I heard coming from you in here, I can take a guess.”
“Vi…” Caitlyn breathed.
The Undersider continued to caress her cheek. Then her eyes softened and her smile fell away again as she leaned in, bringing her face right up close to hers.
“Caitlyn,” she said quietly, not using her nickname for her, her tone filled with the same desire Caitlyn felt, “can I kiss you?”
Caitlyn’s heart leapt in her chest and her knees felt weak. She felt an erotic thrill go through her at the request and had to struggle to find her voice. “Yes,” she replied in little more than a whisper.
With her consent, Vi closed the distance and their lips met for the first time. Caitlyn immediately kissed her back, feeling her toes curl in response to the kiss she had so desperately craved. She relished in the taste and feel of Vi’s lips against hers, the small scar the brawler had on them providing a uniqueness to any other lips Caitlyn had kissed before. And as cliché as it sounded, she felt as if fireworks were going off inside her.
She didn’t know how long it lasted before the kiss ended, but when Vi finally drew back, she kept their faces close together. Caitlyn had already been breathing heavily, and now her breathing had become even more labored as she let out a passion-filled “Wow.”
Vi smiled slightly and rested her forehead against hers as the water poured over them both. “Yeah, wow.”
Caitlyn’s tongue slipped out, tracing her lips as if to memorize the taste of Vi’s lips against hers. Then she looked up into the Undersider’s eyes. “Again.”
Vi complied immediately, and this time Caitlyn met her halfway. The kiss was harder this time, more passionate, and Caitlyn’s arms came up to wrap around Vi, pulling her in close. Vi’s arms went around her as well, and their breasts pressed against each other as they embraced in the nude under the shower’s spray. Caitlyn opened her mouth to her, and Vi immediately slipped her tongue inside. It tangled with Caitlyn’s, and she moaned into Vi’s mouth.
They kissed for a time, holding each other as close as possible, before Vi once again broke the kiss. This time, she was the one to lick her lips, making a real show of it as she ran the pink muscle all along the outside of her mouth. “Mmm. You do taste sweet, Cupcake. I knew you would.”
Caitlyn let out a laugh. “Oh, shut up.”
“Make me.”
She accepted that challenge, reaching for the Undersider, and Vi went to her. Grasping the back of her head, Caitlyn pulled her in and sealed their lips together again. Vi quickly took charge of the kiss, backing Caitlyn up against the shower wall, which felt cool against her back in comparison to her heated flesh.
Vi rubbed her body up against hers and pushed a knee between her legs. Caitlyn spread hers, allowing Vi to press her knee up against her aching core. She moaned into the brawler’s mouth as their tongues did battle, as if to compete for whose mouth would be dominated. And as Vi rubbed her knee against Caitlyn’s nether region, she was overcome with the need to touch the pink-haired girl’s body. However, as her hands began to explore, Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s wrists and slammed them against the wall, pinning them up by her head.
Pulling back, she gave her prisoner a hard look. “Uh-uh, Cupcake, I’m taking charge right now. You just stand there and look pretty.”
Based on how unstable her legs were from the way Vi was pressing her knee against her center, Caitlyn wasn’t sure she would be able to stand for much longer. “I want to touch you too.”
Vi smirked. “You will, Cupcake, but right now it’s my turn. You’ve taken such good care of me, now let me take care of you.”
One of her hands released Caitlyn’s wrist, but she kept it up against the wall, and instead just enjoyed the sensation of Vi’s touch as she took hold of one of her breasts and began kneading the fleshy globe. Her touch was indeed rougher than Caitlyn’s was when she touched herself, just as she knew it would be, and she closed her eyes and let out a breathy sigh as Vi buried her face against her neck and began sucking at the wet skin.
Little whimpers began escaping Caitlyn as she began sliding up and down the shower wall as she rode Vi’s leg, rubbing herself forward and back on it. Vi pressed against her even harder, encouraging her to take her pleasure. Her other hand released Caitlyn’s still captive wrist and began trailing over Caitlyn’s slim, toned body, yet she still kept both her hands up against the wall.
Removing her mouth from Caitlyn’s neck, Vi rose up and attacked her lips as both hands grabbed her breasts and roughly palmed them, practically crushing them in her grasp. Caitlyn relished in the rough treatment, finding even more pleasure at the thought that it was Vi touching her, and had to struggle to keep her hands where they were. She wanted to take charge and touch Vi in return, but kept herself in check as she allowed her soon-to-be lover have her fun.
As Vi proceeded to fondle her breasts, one of her hands began to move lower. Caitlyn shivered in anticipation as Vi’s hand continued its downward journey over her abdomen, past her flat stomach, slowly approaching her more sacred area, and Vi removed her knee to make way for her hand. Caitlyn missed the contact, but another shiver ran through her as she felt Vi’s fingers run through her wet curls and approach where she wanted her to touch her the most. However, Vi stopped just short of where she needed her fingers to be, so close that she could just feel traces of Vi’s fingertips grazing her clit, and she detached her lips from hers.
“Please,” she pleaded, hating the fact that she was begging. A Kiramman did not beg, especially not Caitlyn Kiramman. But she was so desperate for Vi’s touch that she put her pride on the shelf.
An amused smile crept up Vi’s face as she seemed to agree with Caitlyn’s mindset. “Begging doesn’t suit you, Cupcake, but I have to admit, I like hearing you beg for me.”
Caitlyn swore she would get her revenge on Vi later for reducing her to this state, but for now was willing to do all the begging necessary if it meant Vi would touch her. And then, finally, she did, lowering her hand further and cupping her mound. Caitlyn threw her head back as she felt Vi run her fingers through her wet folds, and then let out a loud moan as Vi slipped her middle finger inside her.
Unable to obey any longer, Caitlyn’s arms came down and grabbed hold of Vi, hugging her to her. The Undersider just let out a chuckle as she began moving her finger in and out of her. “I can feel how wet you are, and I don’t mean from the shower, Cupcake.”
God, Caitlyn loved hearing her call her that. And yes, she was absolutely soaked for her. “So wet for you. Oh, God, give me more, Vi. I need more.”
Vi complied, inserting a second finger. Caitlyn cried out, her hips bucking as Vi thrusted her fingers into her. She buried her face into the crook of Vi’s neck, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched tight as she hissed in pleasure. She clung tightly to Vi, her nails digging into the brawler’s warm flesh, leaving small crescent moon marks amongst her tattoos.
The fingers inside her continued to tease and torment her. Thrusting in and out, rubbing against her inner walls, curling and spreading apart. Every little movement seemed to elicit another whimper from Caitlyn until they brushed against a certain spot, and an uncontrollable cry escaped her. Upon noticing her reaction, Vi hit the spot again, deliberately this time, and Caitlyn hissed louder, then heard Vi chuckle in response.
“So that’s the spot, huh?” she said into Caitlyn’s ear. “Looks like I found your sweet center, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn clung to her even tighter as she panted out, “Cupcakes… don’t… have… sweet centers…”
Which wasn’t exactly true if one counted the kind with cream fillings, but based on the slop she had seen Vi eat in the Undercity, she wasn’t sure if Vi knew that. It seemed to be a moot point though as the pink-haired girl let out another chuckle. “It seems this one does.”
She resumed thrusting her fingers in and out of her, taking care to spend extra attention to the spot that had gotten that reaction out of Caitlyn. She began alternating between thrusting her fingers inside her and rubbing her thumb over her slit, the back and forth stimulation making Caitlyn feel like she was going to go crazy, yet all she seemed capable of doing was cling to Vi.
“Vi…” she panted, the Undersider’s name seemingly the only actual word she was capable of saying. “Vi…”
She suddenly grabbed Vi’s face and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips moved together heatedly, coming apart for quick gulps of air. Caitlyn wanted to ravish the brawler’s whole body from head to toe, to taste every inch of her skin, but instead allowed Vi to have her wicked way with her.
Finally, when they paused in their heavy make out session, Vi pulled her fingers out of Caitlyn. She immediately brought them to her mouth and, before the water could wash them clean, stuck them inside and sucked off the juices coating them. Her eyes drifted shut as if she were enjoying the most exquisite thing she had ever tasted before she removed them and gave Caitlyn a heated look.
“Even sweeter than I imagined,” she said, then leaned in to whisper in Caitlyn’s ear. “I want to taste it from the source.”
Caitlyn nearly melted at her words. “Oh, God, yes.”
Vi smirked at her open anticipation. She then gave Caitlyn’s ear a light nibble before she began sliding down her body, being sure her breasts rubbed against her on the way down. Caitlyn was visibly trembling by the time Vi got down on her knees before her, and she reached up and grabbed Caitlyn’s hips to still her.
Leaning in, she began placing kisses on the inside of her thigh, then looked up at her. “Spread them for me, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn hesitated for a few moments, but only to make sure her legs would still support her if she tried to move them. There was no shyness or awkwardness from her though, which only showed how natural this was for the two of them to come together like this. And once she made sure her legs were working properly, she opened them.
“Lovely,” said Vi, and leaned in.
Caitlyn watched as she held her in place and gave her slit a long, leisurely lick. She jerked in response, throwing back her head and arching her back as she let out a loud gasp. She felt Vi’s tongue again, and let out another gasp, slapping her palms against the wall to brace herself.
Vi licked at her again and again as Caitlyn panted, turning her head side to side and rolled it around on her shoulders. Her nails scratched at the tiled wall as she fought to keep still, the feel of Vi’s tongue running over her slit causing goose-bumps to break out over her skin, even under the hot water.
“Mmm,” Vi muttered as she briefly pulled back. “Best meal I’ve had all day.”
She leaned in again, using her fingers to spread Caitlyn open. This time she stuck her tongue up inside her. Caitlyn cried out loudly, throwing her head back and resting it against the wall. Whimpers escaped her as she bit her bottom lip, occasionally slapping her hand against the wall and humping against Vi’s mouth. The stimulation was overwhelming, and she bit down on her lip even harder, nearly drawing blood.
She was getting close. And the closer she got, the weaker her legs became. She began to slide down the wall as they bent at the knee, and Vi buried her face between Caitlyn’s legs, swirling her tongue around inside her. Lower and lower she sank, until her bottom eventually touched the shower floor. Vi adjusted, shifting backwards, and threw Caitlyn’s legs over her shoulders as she crouched down, then continued to feast on her.
Caitlyn could no longer hold back her moans, and she let them fall freely from her mouth. She thrusted her hips against Vi’s mouth in time with her probing tongue. This caused her to slide down further and further until she wasn’t so much as sitting against the wall as she was propped up against it, lying down more than she was sitting up. The lower she sank, the higher her hips rose into the air, the closer she got to the edge.
She was almost there when Vi suddenly stopped. Lifting her head, she licked her lips and removed Caitlyn’s legs from her shoulders as she sat up, and Caitlyn gave her a look of disbelief and pleading.
“Don’t… stop… now…” she begged desperately. “Please… so close…”
Vi just gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, Cupcake, I’m not finished with you yet.”
She sat up straighter, getting onto her knees. Grabbing Caitlyn’s leg, she pulled her closer, and Caitlyn slid across the wet floor until she was lying down. She looked up at Vi, who shifted closer and stuck a leg between both of hers, then pulled Caitlyn to her so their nether regions were lined up.
“It’s time to go pussy to pussy,” Vi told her.
Caitlyn felt her nipples grow impossibly harder and her inner walls contract in anticipation. She pushed up onto her side and angled her hips as Vi brought hers down and pressed their swollen nether-lips together. Caitlyn let out a moan as her head fell back, and a similar sound escaped Vi as she hugged Caitlyn’s leg to her chest. Then she began humping against her, rubbing their private areas together.
Mouth dropping open, Caitlyn’s eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as Vi made love to her. Their clits rubbed together as the brawler ground against her, and Caitlyn’s nails scratched at the shower floor, desperately needing to grab at something, but there was nothing to hold onto. She instead focused on thrusting her hips at Vi as a stream of moans began falling from her lips.
It was incredible being with Vi this way, their most intimate areas rubbing against each other. Vi towered over her, taking the dominate role, her face full of concentration and eyes filled with lust. She panted heavily as she furiously rubbed herself against Caitlyn, their skin slippery from their combined wetness that not even the shower could wash away fast enough as their juices mixed at their point of contact.
“Say you’re mine, Cupcake,” Vi demanded, rubbing against her even faster. “I want to hear you say it.”
Now Caitlyn’s eyes did roll back as her lids drifted shut, and she reached up to squeeze one of her breasts. “God, yes! I’m yours, Vi! I love you! I love you! Please, don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
A smirk spread across Vi’s face. “Never. I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Caitlyn didn’t have the words to respond, nor did she seem capable of speaking if she did. She completely fell back to lay on the shower floor as Vi pulled her hips up higher and proceeded to pleasure them both. Caitlyn was so close now that she could practically taste it, and her pleasured cries were growing in volume and pitch.
“Yes, that’s it, Cupcake,” Vi encouraged as she rubbed against her even more aggressively, her own voice sounding desperate, close to the edge as well. “Take it! Take your pleasure! I want to see you lose it! Do it now! Cum for me! Cum! Do it! Do it! Now!”
“Vi!” Caitlyn cried, her voice rising to a wail. “Vi! Vi! VIIIII!!!”
Her orgasm hit and she screamed her lover’s name, her cry echoing through the shower as she came in a rush. Vi’s cry joined hers as she came as well, pushing their nether regions together as she hugged Caitlyn’s leg even tighter. Orgasmic spasms tore through them both, and their bodies shook violently in shared bliss.
Caitlyn’s eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that she wouldn’t have been surprised if her lids had somehow torn. Her hips thrusted up at the air as her back rose and fell against the floor as it bowed in her ecstasy. She rode out her orgasm, her voice getting caught in her throat as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, making it sound as if choking sobs were escaping her.
She dragged out her orgasm for as long as she could before finally collapsing on the shower floor. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, and she was breathing so fast and so heavily that it was hard to get any air at all. Slowly though, her body began to calm down as she came off her high, and she was left panting on the shower floor.
Her eyes cracked open and she looked up to see that Vi had disappeared, her fantasy having come to an end along with her orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of herself, her arms flopping against the floor, and unbent her knees to lay flat on her back as the water continued to pour over her.
That had been one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Never before had she cum that hard, not by herself, and she knew that the real thing would be even better than what she had imagined. She wished more than anything that the fantasy she had conjured up had been real, that Vi really had returned and joined her in the shower, but alas, it was not so. If it had been real though, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her orgasm would have been ten times greater, easily the best and strongest one of her life.
With a pout forming over her face, she held up her hand, staring at it in disappointment. As good as her orgasm had been, her own touch had been a poor substitute for what she knew Vi’s would really be like. No touch or fantasy could ever be as great as the real thing. She desperately wanted to feel Vi’s fingers on her. Her fingers, her mouth, her intimate area. And she wanted Vi to feel her as well. She wanted to touch Vi the same way, with the same level of desperation she wanted to be touched by her. She wanted to see her, to touch her, to taste her. She craved her with every fiber of her being.
With a sigh of disappointment, she got up, standing on weak, shaky legs, then reached for the shampoo to begin washing her hair. Though she had gotten off, and rather intensely too, she was still immensely dissatisfied. No fantasy could replace the real thing, and it wasn’t a fantasy that Caitlyn wanted. She wanted the real thing, she wanted the real Vi; even more so now than before. And as she lathered up her hands and ran them and the bar of soap over her body, she had to resist touching herself once more as thoughts of the Undersider ran through her head.
She would get her, she decided. She would find Vi, wherever she was, and she would bring her back. She wouldn’t stop searching for her until she did. She would see to it that her fantasy became a reality one day. She would convince her that she was wrong, that they did belong together. Blood and water, not oil and water.
With this new determination, she finished up in the shower and turned off the water. It seemed she had really overdone it with the hot water. The whole bathroom was filled with steam, the glass completely fogged up. Even her skin tingled from how hot the water had been after standing under it for so long, but at least she had been able to feel something other than the cold, numbing sensation Vi had left her with when she had walked away.
But as the steam began to fade, she took notice of something. Strange patterns were visible on the glass, as of someone had rubbed their hand across it while it was fogged up. At first Caitlyn thought that it was just random patterns, but as she stepped back to see it more fully, she saw that it appeared to be the crude image of what appeared to be the face of a monkey. And there was something very familiar about it.
Caitlyn stared at the image in bewilderment, not quite comprehending what it was or where it came from. But then she froze as she suddenly got the feeling of being watched. A moment later, she felt a presence behind her, and a second after that, she saw a flash of glowing pink eyes reflecting against the glass.
“That was quite the show you put on,” a sinister, mocking voice with an edge of craziness came from behind her. “I’m sure my sister would have appreciated it.”
Jinx, she was here! But how? No, it didn’t matter, she was here, and that meant that she was in danger. And so Caitlyn whirled around to confront her.
She barely caught a glimpse of the crazed, blue-haired girl before something struck her head and she went down. It was a hard hit, and Caitlyn was left feeling dazed and disorientated as she heard the sound of footsteps approach.
“Don’t worry,” she heard Jinx say from above her, her voice still full of mockery. “I’m just here to invite you to a little tea party. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Here’s your invite.”
Caitlyn looked up to see Jinx standing over her, her eyes glowing pink. Once again, she didn’t even see the blow come. This time though, everything went dark.
THE END

(A/N: Ok, I know you're mad at me for turning the lemon into a fantasy, but it was really the only way to incorporate the scene canonically into the scene. And if you were paying attention, all throughout the lemon, Caitlyn wasn't really doing any touching of Vi, and was on the receiving end of everything. Just some subtle hints that it was all just a fantasy. Is it in poor taste to make my first girl/girl lemon a fantasy? Maybe I'll do another one that doesn't end up being a fantasy. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it as we impatiently wait for Season 2.)
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