chapter 1
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Vi wasn't sure how Ekko landed her a job within one of the most prestigious reception halls in Piltover, but she learned not to question her luck.
At first she thought he was joking, or running some kind of long-con. Something she could hop in on once shit hit the fan, finally put her fists to some use.
But nope. It was a real job. A boss, a uniform. Training for days and days until they weren't scared shitless of letting her around any Piltie officials.
She probably owed Ekko a drink or two for convincing them to give her a chance. She probably owed him a lot more for convincing them to hire a Zaunite, three months out of prison.
It had taken a while for her to get the nerve to ask. The first week she lived on nothing but Shimbugs and revenge. Earned a few scars here and there, to match the ones she'd earned in prison. Doled a few out herself.
She found herself couch-hopping the next few weeks, then months, expending the patience of anyone who would put up with her.
She didn't sleep, but she thought herself a decent roommate. She barely ate, too used to the cafeteria portions to stomach anything more. It wasn't like she was chatty, or brought random girls home. Maybe she smoked too much. Maybe she wasn't that clean. Maybe she…got too violent when the nightmares came. When someone walked too close behind her. When they looked at her the wrong way.
But where else did she have to go?
Her sister hated her guts, refused to even contact her. It would take time to figure out where she went, money to get there, friends to have her back. Vi was running dangerously low on all three of those necessities, and as months passed, she wondered if Powder even wanted to be found. What was the point when she had nothing to offer her anyways?
Getting her shit together seemed so easy on the inside. Now she was out, and everything seemed twice as hard, and twice as expensive.
Maybe by the time she saved a penny or two, she would have a better attitude. Be a better person, or some shit.
For now, Vi was running drinks to Pilties like her life depended on it. Not necessarily for herself, but because Ekko was watching, as well as her boss, and the last thing she needed was to be another fuck up who couldn't hold a simple job. And part of that job was not making fun of these losers whenever they told her a shitty joke and expected her to laugh. Most days the only blood Vi drew was from biting her own tongue.
It wasn't all bad, though. Ekko was here, Sevika was annoying, but fun to piss off. The job wasn't hard, just tedious. Boring. By the end of the first month, she was a well-trained dog.
Mostly.
It was another nameless celebration. One thing Vi learned in her time with the Pilties: they liked to party almost as much as the undercity. Only everyone was old, and rich, and less fun to be around. But they drank like no tomorrow, something even she could give them credit for. If only she could fucking have one.
Sevika was manning the bar tonight, so that was a hard no.
Sometimes Ekko would slide her a shot when he ran barback, cheersing on their knees where the cameras couldn't see. For old times sake. Vi had to make sure he wasn't totally gone, since he went darkside-topside (as she called it, and Ekko hated).
He was, quite literally, all she had left.
The guests filed in as Vi finished her smoke. She'll never get used to the glitz and the glam of these events. The audacity of these people to flaunt their wealth like Vi wasn't sleeping on a cot 10 miles below their feet.
She didn't mind some of them. Particularly the women, who made up for their terrible personalities with pretty faces and long legs. The eye candy was enough. It reminded her of certain needs she never thought would stir up again. Not here. And not since she was let out, anyways.
There was one though.
She had seen her at more than one of these events. Always a foot taller than everyone else in the room, always with a scowl, and always in a dress that exposed her back instead of the front— a style that invited a second look, but only when she turned away from you. Once it was clear she was out of your reach. It would be easy to slip that dress off her shoulders, let it spill down her arms. Not a single scar. Not a single tattoo. She had Piltover written all over her.
Vi wanted to ruin her.
Despite her being a server, and the tattoos, and the whole ex-con thing, Vi liked to believe she still had some redeeming qualities. Particularly the ones involving her fingers. She would never gift a Piltie with such knowledge, but she entertained the idea.
Just that one, though.
The one who beelined towards the cupcake display every time she arrived.
That and a glass of champagne, and suddenly that tight-lipped scowl was no more; often disappearing in record time behind chocolate frosting and strawberry bubbly.
Vi would know, because she was on stock duty all night long up until the actual dinner began, because of course Pilties had five course meals for no goddamn reason. All the respected families sat with their respective Houses. The banquet tables were lush with flowers and glitter and gold. Vi saw the plaque that identified her table, as she refilled an older woman's champagne glass. House Kiramman.
She never heard of any Kiramman's, but that wasn't surprising. No one from Zaun really gave a shit about Piltie politics, which was why they were the best servants to have around. The gossip went in one ear and out the other.
This was especially true for Vi once she saw little miss Cupcake seated across the table, eyes already trained on her. Vi obediently came to her side, as it was how most Pilties summoned them— a pointed look, or a finger wagging them closer.
"Can I top you off, Miss?"
Cupcake had broken their gaze as soon as she approached, in the middle of a long sip, yet still looked stunned at the question. Vi raised an eyebrow. Nodded to her half-empty champagne glass.
"Oh. No, thank you." Her lips went tight again. She sounded posh, dismissive, bored.
Wordlessly, Vi left.
When she dumped the empty bottle in the trash by the staff door, Ekko leaned over from the bar closet. He handed her a new bottle, then got one for himself, and they both moseyed back to the far wall— where most of the staff waited around to be summoned. Or if they were good little worker bees, they would make rounds for all the tables, offering help, recommending specials, kissing ass.
Vi rather sit like a dog to be called on than be caught wagging her tail for a pat on the head.
The waiter suit was stuffy and stupid and hard to breathe in with this tie on. Vi pulled at the knot around her collar, aired out her vest, rolled up her sleeves. The kitchen behind them was blasting full heat trying to keep up with the orders coming in, and none of the staff could really escape it.
Deciding to make herself useful, Vi lingered by the bars. She ran drinks when tickets were up and cleaned glassware in soapy bubbles. She was returning from dropping off a cocktail at House Talis when she felt eyes on her. Maybe it was prison-time or just Vi actually getting good at her job, but she turned and found Cupcake giving her the same look from before.
Come here. I want something.
Vi went. She slipped her serving tray under her arm, breezily walking by, "Doing alright, Miss?"
"Just fine," she quickly responded. Her eyes stayed to the table now, lips returning to that dismissive scowl she had at all of these parties.
Again, Vi nodded and left. A little more confused this time, but she didn't entertain the thought when bar tickets were piling up across the room.
The food came and went, the talk slowed and eventually stopped all together. Most parties began to stand, say their goodbyes. A few guests stayed for dessert and last minute gossip. The inner circle it seemed, scattered across random tables.
Vi lifted heavy bus bins full of dishes in and out of the kitchen. When she came back, she waved at Ekko for a drink at the bar. He gave her water, which wasn't at all what she wanted, but took anyways.
"Think your table is looking for you," he mentioned, scrubbing a wine glass clean.
"What table?"
Ekko nodded behind her. Vi turned to find House Kiramman mostly vacated. A few geezers sat on one end, huddled together like schoolgirls sharing secrets. All other chairs were empty and abandoned. Except for one.
The one Cupcake seemed very comfortable in now. She had an arm slung over the back, long dark hair twisting around her finger.
It took a second for Vi to realize she was being stared at. Again.
Suddenly, Vi felt nervous. Which was fucking dumb, because she gets stared at all day long by these fuckers like she was some domesticated beast— littered with scars and tattoos and an undercity drawl impossible to go unnoticed.
Vi checked her vest to make sure she didn't have something spilled on her. She was a little sweaty, but clean. Nothing to stare at anyhow, yet…
The hair finally fell from her finger. Cupcake leaned forward, arms on the table, chin propped perfectly in her palm. Her fingernails drummed expectantly on her cheek.
Well? Come here.
Vi didn't know whether to believe that look or not. All she's done is send her away, but it was so glaringly obvious she wanted something.
Her feet moved before her brain could catch up, not wanting to keep a guest waiting. One, two, and a half steps before…shit. She didn't mean to come running, but it was quite literally her job. She had to commit the rest of the way.
Because she was still watching.
Vi should have brought champagne. Or a notepad. Something useful, other than this dumb look on her face.
"Miss," Vi greeted. Cupcake cocked an eyebrow, another question Vi didn't know the answer to. "Do you—uh. Is there something I can get you?"
"No," She paused. She swept a few strands of hair over her shoulder, revealing a path of skin that trailed down her back— disappearing just beyond her hips. "Just looking at you, is all."
Something caught in Vi's throat. Panic, probably, because no way some Piltie just flirted with her, right out in the open like this.
She wasn't even smiling when she said it. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe she saw Vi steal those mini quiches by the back door when she thought no one was looking. Maybe she was fucked, and all she could do was smile back.
"Oh," came the reply, a second too late.
She rolled her eyes. "You're not in trouble," she chided, and suddenly Vi felt like a child. "I just like looking, I suppose. I'll stop if you want."
The empty champagne glass twirled around her fingers. Vi watched the way her nails danced across the glass.
"…Doesn't bother me," she replied, softly, so the other Kiramman's didn't overhear.
Half a step closer, and she could smell the perfume coating her skin. Her hand went for the stem of the glass, gently pulling from her touch.
Cupcake searched her face for something. Her mouth fell open at this, and for a second Vi caught a glimpse of two crooked teeth, peeking between parted lips.
So she was human, underneath all that perfection. Vi resisted the smirk pulling at her lips.
"I'll get you another," she said.
Cupcake didn't question it. She nodded, a little stiff, and clamped her mouth shut.
Huh. Maybe that was how she liked it. Don't ask, just do. She certainly didn't mind when Vi returned with a bottle, and a fresh glass, and no limit in mind as to just how much liquor she poured.
A few Kiramman's returned, lost in their own world of champagne and giggles, but Cupcake paid them no mind.
Her eyes were stuck on Vi's hands. The towel pulled from over her shoulder. How they wrapped the cork up tightly before the bottle popped! and she flinched.
Vi's eyes lit up with amusement. Without a word, she refilled her glass.
Cupcake eyed the wraps covering Vi's knuckles. Her eyes raked up the shape of her arms, the few buttons undone on her vest, the way her tattoos disappeared on her neck. Observing, noting, as apparently she liked to do.
"Thank you," she mustered. She failed to carry that same dismissiveness as before.
The glass was pulled closer, but she didn't drink.
"Mhm." Vi returned the cork to the bottle, and exited behind her.
Another glance at the back of that dress was harmless, really. And from this view, one could notice the slit up her leg that ended just above her knee.
It was just a glance, but she caught Vi anyway. Vi turned before she could see any reaction. The safest route, she told herself, should the Piltie consider this sexual harassment once she got bored.
Not that the threat ever really stopped Vi in the first place. Flirting wasn't harassment if it worked, and Vi knew how to make it work.
It took a moment to find her alone. She was always surrounded, always approached and adored. Whatever discussions she had with these old politicians seemed to rile them a bit, but her smile said nothing about any cruelty towards them. It was too rigid, too polite. Too safe. She must be bored out of her mind.
Maybe Vi could fix that. Maybe she didn't want to be asked, she just wanted someone to do it. Give her an out.
Ten minutes and Vi would give her everything and more. She could have her pressed up against the bathroom wall, fingers gripped in her hair, skin sleek with sweat, that accent moaning warmth into her ear—
"Having fun, Cupcake?"
Her voice was surprisingly even. The entire walk to the dessert table was lost to the daydream.
The woman whipped around as if Vi manifested out of thin air. She gave a quick once-over, sending an illicit thrill to those parts Vi was sure she'd lost. Cupcake lifted her nose to the air, as most Pilties did when challenged.
"My name is Caitlyn. Not Cupcake," she corrected. "And no, not particularly."
She carried on down the table. Baklava, crème tarts, sweet danishes, all disinterested her.
"But you like them. Cupcakes. All sweet and stuff."
Vi wandered behind her, a safe distance, but wanting to close it in. There were so few people left now. No one would think twice if either of them disappeared. It could be perfect. Quick. Hot.
Caitlyn turned at that mention, and for a terrifying second, she looked as though she read every thought in Vi's mind.
"And why would you presume that?" There it was again. Those sugarcube teeth. Too sweet. She had to keep her talking.
"Hey, this isn't my first banquet either. And you're hard not to notice," Vi smiled, treading dangerously close.
She resisted every urge in her body to circle her like prey. Although she would look good like that— pinned to the ground, teeth pressed to her neck.
Cupcake scoffed at the compliment. "I think out of all the royalty in this place, I'm well under the radar."
"Hm," Vi nodded, though she didn't believe her. The next words came out so smoothly, she almost didn't believe them herself. "Well, you could be under something else tonight, if you'd like."
Suddenly the room seemed loud, with the silence that followed. Vi noticed for the first time how much shorter she was than Caitlyn, because now all she did was gaze down at her. She knew she was tall, but face to face like this felt a whole lot different.
She wasn't nervous. If she wanted to, she could sling that beautiful ass right over her shoulder. Plant her on the counter, wrap those legs around her waist…
Her heart quickened. Not in a good way. Not when Cupcake's brow harshened, lips pressed firmly together.
"A kind offer," she answered, carefully quiet, "but not quite my thing."
Well. Shit.
Another thing Vi had to relearn once leaving prison: not every girl liked other girls. Or, at least, was indifferent to the experience.
Vi should've guessed. She probably already had some man waiting for her back home. Too busy with work than to join her to these silly events.
Shit. She was so fired.
"My mistake, then," Vi recovered, breezily, because yes, even she has been rejected far more times than she'd like to admit. She just didn't think this one would sting like it did. "Didn't mean to assume, you just…"
Another cocked eyebrow, and Vi's mouth went dry.
"Seemed the type," she finished weakly.
"I seem the type for that?" she questioned, "That's what you take me for?"
Oh no. She was starting to sound less and less like she was willing to let this slide. Get out, Vi.
"No offense, but yeah."
Caitlyn looked bewildered, giving Vi another once-over that felt less nice this time. With a roll of her eyes, she turned away, dismissing the whole conversation with a flick of her hair.
Could've gone worse. A little humiliating but not too bad.
Vi left to the kitchens to clean up, wondering for the rest of the night where it all went wrong or…misinterpreted.
She was looking at her the entire night. She didn't imagine that. So what was her deal?
Fucking Pilties, man. She'll never understand them.
What confused Vi even more later on, was when there was a celebration for Progress Day, and all the Houses made their return.
And believe it or not, there she was again. Cupcake Kiramman. Caitlyn. Only hanging off her arm was some distractingly gorgeous blonde, eating up every word she said.
Maybe they were just friends. Friends who clung to each other, who snuck away to feed grapes to one another, quietly giggling by the sidelines. Friends who leaned down to whisper into the other's ear, because one was too tall to do anything but. Those pristine nails lifting Blondie's jaw, willing her eyes up to hers…
What the fuck.
A searing hot splash of water tore Vi's eyes away. A tea cup shattered to the floor, her wrapped arms now steaming with earl grey.
"Fffuck!" she tried to hold it in, she really did.
"Damn it, Vi! Watch it!" Sevika hissed, "You okay?"
Vi bounced on her feet to forget the pain, eyes squeezed shut so she wouldn't tear up. "Fine, I'm fine."
"Then go get me another," she shoved the now-empty serving tray in her chest. "And clean this up before some Councilman sues us for an attempt on his life."
Vi laughed humorlessly as she left. She always had some stick up her ass about something. Not even an apology.
Well it was Vi's fault, but still. How could she not be distracted by that? Caitlyn's long-sleeved dress, but this time the plunge was down her chest, a dangerous choice considering the pair on that girl. All cozied up with— who, exactly?
She risked a glance back to the dessert table. It seemed Cupcake took her little friend somewhere else.
Vi resisted the urge to search for them, and instead crouched in hot water to gather the broken pieces.
Something told her this night was going to be a long one.
Progress Day was a flurry of speeches, champagne fountains, and uproarious laughter. For the guests, anyway.
For Vi, it was more background noise to screaming chefs, shattering plates, and Sevika's god awful badgering anytime someone stood still for a second too long.
Through the chaos of it all, Vi couldn't help but keep her neck on a swivel— craning for any flash of dark hair, or pale skin, or crooked teeth.
Not like it would've mattered, considering she already got rejected once, but still.
Just who was that girl with her? And why were they so…
Caitlyn wasn't gay. She told her that. Even got offended she thought she was, so, why were her fingers trailing up and down Blondie's thigh? Why did she lean so close to her ear just to say something?
Not quite her thing. Maybe she didn't mean preference. Maybe she meant she wasn't the kind of person to cheat on their girlfriend.
Maybe she was taken after all.
Shit. Now Vi felt even stupider.
And she still had to serve them, despite it all.
She never wanted to disappear more than this moment, right here, when Sevika shoved a bottle in her arms and told her to refill House Kiramman.
Oh, fuck me. Whatever.
"Champagne, anyone?" She offered loud enough for the whole table to hear, hoping the surprise on Caitlyn's face would sting a bit less. A few hands raised, and she made her rounds, counting down the seats until…
"No, thank you," Caitlyn said, having to look up at Vi now, instead of the other way around.
"Oh come on Cait, it's just champagne!" Blondie insisted. "I'll have another, if she won't."
Vi's gaze slid from Caitlyn to the blonde. Poured her another round.
"Hoping to keep my wits about me for later," Caitlyn answered smoothly, "But you go ahead."
A wild raise in Blondie's eyebrows implied something Vi could only guess at. She didn't like the implication.
Caitlyn noticed. The confusion must've been obvious because she lifted her nose again, challenged by Vi's inquiry. Vi simply moved on.
She refused to look like a hurt puppy in front of that Piltie. She wasn't that pathetic. If Caitlyn wanted to show off her interest in someone else, so could Vi. Easily.
Just, not at this moment. The only moment where it would count.
And it was stupid to think she was doing this for her. As if she gave a shit about what Vi would think. She probably hoped to never see her again after last time, save them both the humiliation.
Vi felt stupider as the night went on. It showed through her missed steps, her cruel jokes, and the grouchy turn of her lips when guests weren't looking.
Turns out, Caitlyn needed her "wits" to announce a collaboration between House Kiramman and House Talis. She was a natural at that podium. She spoke with easy confidence, a friendliness unbeknownst to most upper class snobs as she detailed her work with Jayce Talis, a toolmaker. She made it all look easy. The crowd ate up every word, bursting into applause by the time she stepped down. Piltover's finest.
When she returned to her table, Blondie said something and Caitlyn immediately relaxed in her chair. Her legs crossed, her arm went around the blonde's shoulders— all in one fluid motion. She let her fingers tangle in the gold strands, sweeping them from her neck. The blonde could only lean closer, impossibly attracted.
Vi scoffed out loud. So loud Ekko craned his neck, curious.
No way little miss Cupcake could pull like that. Like it was easy. Like she did this all the time. No way.
Vi had to know. It was the only thing on her mind for the last week and a half.
Not quite my thing.
Was Vi not good enough for her? Not rich enough, no House title, nothing to offer but the best head of her life?
Maybe she only liked pretty girls. Girls without cuts on their lip, or their brow, from steel-tipped prison batons. Girls whose hands were soft and delicate. Not a broken, gnarly mess from years of beating sense into pointless inmates. Girls who had pretty smiles, with sweet eyes, instead of whatever predatory smirk she threw Caitlyn's way and expected to stick.
Whatever. She's not into you, so forget it.
Forget it.
Why couldn't she?
Because it made no sense. She was staring at her all night long. She said so herself. She wanted something. Come here.
So what, then? Where did she go wrong?
Vi had to know. Fuck the embarrassment, she's dealt with far more humbling situations than whatever she was signing up for now.
It took hours and hours, but she finally saw Caitlyn stand on her own to leave the hall. The bathrooms, presumably. She tried discreetly to take the employee route, bolting through the kitchens and the heat to burst out the back doors.
Heels clacked down the hall, and Vi rushed into one of the bathroom stalls. The door opened just as the lock clicked, sealing her fate.
Fuck. Now what?
Caitlyn didn't even go to the bathroom. She just lingered by the sinks, with a sigh, and began digging through her purse.
The toilet flushed and Vi gently unlocked the door, watching Cait in the mirror. She was too distracted to see just who stood next to her at the counter.
Vi flicked the tap on and peeled back some of her wraps to wash her hands. "Nice night, Cupcake?"
With a jolt, Caitlyn looked up. Then to her hands. Satisfaction flooded Vi at the look in her eye. The oh, fuck look. One of her favorites.
"I liked your speech. Very Zaun of you, bringing people together for the common good. Nice touch. Sure you'll get an extra gold star for that one."
"Well, getting brownie points wasn't quite my intention, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Caitlyn rifled a bit more, and finally brought out a tube of lipstick. It didn't match the color she already had on, but she rubbed her lips together to mix them. It would look stupid, if it were anyone else.
As if she could ever look bad.
"Is there a reason you followed me to the bathroom, or was it just to stare at my lipstick?" Vi forced a neutral reaction, despite the lurch in her gut.
"Hey, I was here first," she reminded.
"Of course. My mistake."
Her face lit up like she knew better. The makeup bag zipped up, conclusively. Vi tried to think quickly, before she left.
"Your girlfriend's pretty hot tonight. Why didn't you bring her last time? Shown her off?"
Caitlyn looked at Vi through the mirror. Something teased her lips, and Vi had another feeling she was making herself look stupid again.
"You like to assume all sorts of things about me, don't you?" she said, "Who said she was my girlfriend?"
This time, it was Vi who cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. Friends touch each other like that all the time then."
"Maybe they do."
"There hasn't been a single girl I fed a grape to that I hadn't already fucked into next week, let's be serious."
The incredulous gasp that came from Caitlyn nearly made Vi check herself. She was still talking to Piltover royalty, but pressed on anyways. She never really knew when to quit.
"No offense."
"No offense," she mimicked, like it was a joke. She turned her body fully towards Vi. "You…you're way in over your head here, aren't you?"
"Why, 'cause I have no chance? I'm not quite your thing?"
Caitlyn paused, but her expression gave nothing away. "I never said that."
"Right."
"What I meant," she corrected, with a step that gave Vi's heart a skip, "Was that quick, filthy, pointless, fucks were not quite my thing. Which was all you wanted, am I wrong?" Vi couldn't muster up an excuse. She shrugged. Caitlyn nodded; all the ammunition she needed.
"Probably in here, right?" Her neck craned to the tiled wall beside them. "You'd have me all pressed up against there, next to a clogged toilet and tampon dispenser? Let's be serious."
"Maybe not those specific details, but—"
"But like I said. A kind offer. But not my thing. If I want a woman, I appreciate a little seduction. Compliment my mind, not my chest." Vi's eyes quickly jerked up. "Play the game. It's common courtesy, really. Then maybe, we'll see who gets who up against a wall. Though I usually prefer beds. Or a table, in the right circumstance."
Vi wanted to ruin her. Right then and there. She couldn't move. Heat pooled lower and lower within her, weighing her to the ground.
"So…" her throat felt thick, sticky, "…there's a chance, then?"
A risky step forward, and Caitlyn lifted her nose again. A challenge. She rolled her eyes but there was no heat to it. A smile teased her lips as she slipped by, those two little teeth now seared into Vi's brain.
Her heart leapt. A chance.
"I'm not usually—" she cursed the way she sputtered, "Usually, for me. My experience…"
This stops Caitlyn at the door, turning back less than impressed.
"…It's best to be upfront about it. You know, rip the bandaid off. But…sorry—if I uh, I can come off too strong sometimes. Sorry. I'm still getting used to—yeah. All this."
Vi waved her hands around the bathroom, but she really meant all of this— Piltover. The chandeliers, the champagne, the fake fucking smiles every two minutes. People never said what they truly meant around here, and Vi wasn't savvy enough to keep up with the mask. It's not like people didn't know, anyways. Zaun was written all over her.
Even Caitlyn could tell. Vi didn't know whether that thrilled her or humiliated her. Her and this whole situation.
"You know, most people, when they speak multiple times, ask for their names. How are you doing? Well, and you? Blah blah blah?"
Vi couldn't resist the smile. Cupcake had a little bite to her. She liked it. "Yeah?"
"Like I said, common courtesy."
Caitlyn noted the way Vi was looking at her. If she wasn't hallucinating, Vi could swear she was getting a little red. A little nervous.
Despite, she stepped forward, after a long pause. "See, this is supposed to be the part where you tell me your name."
A little bossy too. Her smirk was devious. "You want to know my name?"
"Why else would I ask?"
Fair enough. A nod.
"I'm Vi, then."
"Vi..?" she drifted off, as if there was supposed to be more.
"It's just Vi. Not much else to it."
Caitlyn considered that then. Probably having forgotten that most Zaunites didn't do last names. Not when families barely made it through one generation, much less two.
"Well Vi," a hand spread across her lapel, tugging the vest tighter, straighter, seizing Vi's breath along with it. She resisted everything not to glance down, that plunge in her dress hiding everything and nothing at the same time. She's never wanted something so bad. To tear, to bite, to trap against the wall. If this was Stillwater, Vi would've had her back to her already, breathless, frenzied.
Caitlyn smiled, reading every thought in her head again. For a second, Vi felt what the blonde must have felt all those hours ago— when Caitlyn's nails trailed under her chin, down the length of her jaw, just to tip her head back and…
Bang.
The door closed, a sudden coldness and a sudden heat making Vi shiver where she stood. Alone.
A sigh escaped her lips that sounded more like a whimper. God forbid.
This wasn't supposed to happen like that. It should be Vi—doing what she's doing.
Get a hold of yourself.
Of course a Piltie was going to make this harder than it needs to be. And now...
Now we have something to prove.
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soooo hi 3
