She laid another kiss on her wife's lips, and then on her cheek, slowly leaving a trail over to her neck. How irresistible Caitlyn was in her uniform—she was always overwhelmingly hot, though, with or without the uniform. Vi found her gloved fingers gripping at her partner's waist, one hand crawling to the collar that obscured that particular spot on her lover's neck that she constantly buried herself into. She folded the piece of clothing down gently, still continuing her conquest. Vi could feel her heart start to race and her mind get taken over by the intense urge to back Caitlyn onto the desk. But they couldn't—they were in uniform.

"Vi," Caitlyn stated, with a sigh. She reached up to Vi's stomach and pushed her away kindly.

Without hesitation, the warden officer backed off from the Sheriff, well-knowing she'd slightly overstepped the boundaries. Vi swallowed the knot in her throat, before lifting her eyes to meet with Caitlyn's.

"Save it for tonight," she reassured. A gentle simper crossed Cait's lips, her eyes softening with an affectionate glint. And just as she always did, she lay a finger across Vi's cheek, letting it glide down and slide off of her chin—a gesture of love.

Seconds after Caitlyn had pulled her hand away, a knock sounded from the door, and a young warden entered the office.

"Sheriff Kiramman," he greeted. "And uh..." The warden was slightly off-put by the presence of the officers in the room, both sharing the same name yet different ranks. "Officer Kiramman," he nodded to Vi.

"It's just Vi," she exhaled in an exhausted manner, trying not to roll her eyes. She wasn't one for the formality of going by her last name, especially since she shared the same one with the Sheriff—her wife.

"Toven," Caitlyn greeted back, lifting her chin slightly higher and straightening herself up.

"We have new reports of shimmer smuggling in the markets again."

"What have our investigations found?"

"We um—" he stammered, "we haven't run any yet."

"And what do you intend I do with these 'reports,' Officer, without viable proof of illegal activity?" Caitlyn quirked up an eyebrow.

He looked around the room for an answer, tapping his foot, while he conjured something up. Vi had slouched back onto Caitlyn's desk, somewhat sitting on it, obviously more than comfortable around her senior officer's room. The young man was stiff with his movements, his eyes darting around. And then Caitlyn noticed his gaze linger a second too many on her.

"Toven, have the District Officer patrol the area with a unit," Caitlyn instructed. She saw his eyes shoot back, focussing on her look, rather than whatever else they were centered on before. Something not far off from her gaze, though. "I want open proof and paperwork on my desk by next week."

He straightened up as much as he could, standing as stiff as a pencil. "Yes, Sheriff," he said, his cheeks shading over with a light pink hue. He nodded one more time, before hurrying out of the door.

Meanwhile, Vi couldn't help but snicker at the awkward encounter. She'd crossed her arms, shaking her head at the nonsense she had to live through as someone within the ranks of Piltover's Peaceforce. The best part was when she could push past the boundaries of her just being the Sheriff's deputy warden; she was also the Sheriff's wife. And sometimes leaving solid evidence that the two had a more personal relationship was somewhat entertaining to her.

"And what's so amusing, Officer Kiramman?" Caitlyn shot a look at Vi. She tried to stay in character, still holding herself upright and tall, her arms now behind her back, chin tilted upwards, and eyes peering down.

"I think Toven thought he might've interrupted something," Vi remarked, with a sly smirk crawling up the side of her face.

Caitlyn's eyes were the first thing to break character, darting downwards and searching her uniform, making sure nothing had been undone. Fortunately, every latch and button was in place, but Vi was still giving her the same, mischievous look.

"Vi." It was a deadpan statement. Clearly, Caitlyn was becoming heavily unamused.

"Yes?" Her voice hummed in the air, sweet and innocent.

Caitlyn didn't say anything else, uninterested in playing more into the game. Instead, her eyes became sharp, setting a piercing gaze at the woman leaning on her the desk. With such a fierce glare, she had to keep her mouth from forming a pout. Caitlyn knew it could possibly coax Vi into telling her why Toven had rushed out of her office in such a weird manner, but for once, she wanted to try and keep her title as Sheriff and as a commanding officer. Vi wasn't one to normally give into submission, but when she did, it was somehow a little rewarding.

"You can give me that look all you want, Cupcake," Vi shrugged.

"Voilet."

She chuckled one last time, before she decided it was time to give into her poor wife's oblivious misery. When Vi got up from the desk, she leaned over to where she'd been kissing her wife earlier. She placed her lips right next to Caitlyn's left ear, whispering in a sly yet sultry tone, "I might've given them a small hint as to why Sheriff Kiramman will be out of office for the next few days." She simply placed a tender kiss where she'd last left off, somewhat underneath Caitlyn's uniform collar. And with more control than what was normally expected of Vi, she pulled away and started to saunter off towards the door.

The gears clicked into place in Caitlyn's mind—her wife had left a fresh mark on her at work. Her jaw lay slightly agape, and she reached up to feel for it. Greeted by a slight, tinging burn, Caitlyn knew there was a small, forming bruise. She couldn't help but let out a scoff, before catching her wife trying to sneak away. "Voilet Kiramman, you have such a damn thick head on those shoulders," she scolded.

By then, Vi had cracked the door open, probably enough to let Caitlyn's voice squeak into the hall—the hallway with other officers in it. "Yes, I'm sorry, Dear," she teased. She pushed a bit more on the door, getting ready to flee the scene.

"Where do you think you're going?" Caitlyn raised her voice, still carrying a lecturing tone.

"Home," Vi stated. She put on a small pout. "I was off five minutes ago." She then took a step outside.

"Get back in here!"

"Sorry, Cupcake, I'm on my leave, so I'm obligated to not be at work right now." Vi said it all in one, hurried breath, before escaping the wrath of Piltover's Sheriff—or in her case, her embarrassed yet somewhat angry six-foot tall wife. And with one swift motion, she slipped out of the office.


"You're lucky we don't have to be back in uniform tomorrow," Caitlyn mumbled, upon coming home. She knew well that Vi would be around to hear her complaints right when she'd walked through the front door. The two of them had been waiting for this evening for months, and there was no way Vi wasn't going to be there to tackle her the moment she walked through those doors.

And to no surprise, there she stood, in the entrance to the hallway. A pair of dark, plain boxer briefs on and nothing else. She leaned against the corner of the wall. "They know we're married, Cupcake. What do they assume happens when the Sheriff is off-duty with her wife?" Again, she was using that sultry voice. Vi raised a brow at her partner.

"They don't need to know the specifics, especially stuff that should stay in the bedroom." Caitlyn made sure the emphasize the last part of her sentence.

"But it doesn't always stay in there. And one way or another, they'll definitely know in a few months."

There was a silence that filled the entry room. Vi wasn't wrong, either, if things went their way. Although, it was still frustrating to Caitlyn how her wife got away with so much mischief within the peace force. She sighed in defeat, rolling her eyes at the small pinch of wits Vi actually had.

"So, Cupcake, where are we going to start?" Vi could feel herself becoming impatient. All she wanted was lay her wife down and have the best night of their lives. And it could start any second now.

There was still a minor push back from Cait. "What makes you think it'll work the first time around?" She had to know Vi was getting restless. This was just a jab back at her—a final tease to make her wait a few more seconds.

"It will," Vi stated boldly, without a drop of doubt. She made her way over to her wife and started unlatching her partner's blue warden coat. She placed her chin on Caitlyn's left shoulder, whispering up into her ear, "Remember that morning, when I said I'd fuck you so hard that you'd get pregnant?"

Not only did it send chills down Caitlyn's spine, but she also felt an electric heat shoot straight to her core. It was all she needed to hear to stop her broody banter from before. She knew exactly why Vi was so confident.

Vi had pushed the coat off of her wife, making her way through the bottom layers of the uniform. And she continued on, answering the question that had caused Caitlyn to melt into her, "Well, now, I'm mean it."

Nothing more needed to be said. Vi had managed to peel off the remaining pieces of clothing covering Caitlyn's torso and pulled their bodies flush together. Burning skin on burning skin. She locked onto her lover's lips for a few deep kisses, before latching onto Caitlyn's throat, sucking at the mark she'd left earlier. Her hand crawled all over her wife's body, not knowing where to start. The curve of her breasts, the valleys by her hip bones, the wonderfully soft skin covering her firm stomach—everything felt so good. But she was greedy for it all.

As much as Vi enjoyed taking her time to wind both of them up before going the full mile, she didn't have the patience to wait and tease her partner tonight. Vi knew they were both ready. Caitlyn already had small whimpers of pleasure surfacing in her throat and escaping out through a few breaths. Vi took her right hand and snaked it into her wife's pants, not bothered to play through the layers. She kept her palm flat against her lover's skin, immediately diving for the wetness between her partner's strong legs. And she was already soaked. Those sturdy legs somewhat faltering beneath her touch.

Vi could feel her fingers glide across her wife's folds so easily, quickly being dampened by it all. She was so smooth and silky, so soft and luscious. And as her fingers danced around in Caitlyn's pants, she'd taken her free hand, grasping her wife's sharp chin and pulling them into a hard kiss. She could never have enough of her partner's lips, as they tugged and pulled at one another's—an experienced rhythm developed throughout their many years together.

The last drop of patience left Vi, and she couldn't help but dip her fingers in, wanting to feel all of her wife. Caitlyn breathed out a moan, causing them to break from a kiss, and Vi pressed herself into the crook of her wife's neck. With courting kisses and gentled thrusts, how could her wife not be in such a euphoric state?

"Vi," she managed to gasp. "Bedroom." She took a breath, not being able to fully contain an escaped whimper. Caitlyn felt herself start to crumble under her wife's touch. "Now."

To a slight amount of distaste, Vi removed her hand from her wife's garments. It was a necessary trade, though. They now were able to be in a more comfortable place, and Vi would be able to easily get Caitlyn naked. But even to more of her liking, Vi could carry her wife eagerly into the other room. She'd hoisted Caitlyn up under her hips, cradling the tall woman in a bridal style, and proudly sauntered off to their bedroom.

Caitlyn was set gently onto the bed, before Vi rushed off behind their room divider. The half dressed woman sat up on her elbows, staring at the corner of the room to where her wife had disappeared to.

Meanwhile, Vi started fidgeting—or more like fighting—with something. She was lightly stomping around on their marble floor, as if she was putting on a pair of pants. And then Caitlyn heard her lightly whisper, "Shit," to herself.

With a few more fumbled noises, she started to wonder if her wife was ever going to come back out. "You okay, Vi?" Caitlyn sat up a bit more, trying to peer around the screen to see what was causing her so much trouble.

"Umm..." There was a short pause, her mind obviously still processing an answer. "Yeah, it's nothing!" She gave a small, nervous chuckle, trying to cover it up. "Just uh," she cut herself off briefly, making a few adjustments, "give me a minute! I'll be right out, Cupcake."

"Okay," was all Caitlyn could say. She was still curious as to what all of the trouble was about, but she knew her wife could handle it. In the meantime, she found it to herself to strip off her boots, lightly plopping them away from the bed. A light wave of relief hit her; it was nice to finally undress after a long day of work.

Suddenly, reappearing from the barrier, Vi had drifted back into her lover's sight, wearing a harnessed strap-on over her briefs. She casually leaned against the divider prop, deciding it would be enticing of her to give a full display of what was at her partner's disposal that night. "Like what you see?" she inquired, letting her eyelids sink down into a seductive stare.

"Yes," her wife snickered back. "But it's a tad too far away, for my liking."

Vi approached her partner with haste, lust clearly taking over her mind. She bent herself over Caitlyn and laid her face in the crook of her lover's neck. "I can solve that real fast," she whispered into Caitlyn's ear. "But first, how about you take these clothes off. It'll help." She'd started to pull at the top of her wife's pants, unbuttoning them with a known expertise but leaving the rest for Caitlyn to do herself. It took no more convincing to have Caitlyn strip off the rest of her uniform, which only left her in her underwear.

They stood, face to face, desire encircling both of their worlds. Vi closed the short distance between them. She danced on her toes, reaching up to her wife's perfect lips and capturing them. She stabilized herself by grabbing her wife's strong waist, slowly sneaking a few fingers down to undo the last piece of clothing on her lover. It was carelessly discarded onto the floor.

Caitlyn had gladly accepted her wife's eagerness—the tension had been building throughout the whole day, only to be released now. She stepped out of her fallen garments, closing the gap between them, lacing her hands through Vi's short yet thick locks. The strap lay between their abdomens—a reminding protrusion of what was to come. And Caitlyn couldn't help but grind herself further up against her partner.

Vi was the one to break their kisses. She was done waiting, done building it up. She knew well that they'd had enough time to make sure they were ready. And she'd already tested the waters earlier. With a insistent grip on her lover's hips, Vi spun her partner around and bent her over their bed. Caitlyn's slender back lay fully exposed to Vi—an open canvas to leave her marks on.

She started on Caitlyn's lower back, laying a few playful kisses up it. Her arms crawled around her partner's sides, fully embracing her and pulling their bodies together. Vi could feel her wife shudder with the slight contact the strap-on made between her legs. Her hips pushed up against Vi's. And as the woman on top hugged their bodies close, she left her hands right on her lover's stomach for a second.

Vi had made her way up to the nape of wife's neck, leaving one last chaste kiss before asking in the sweetest of tones, "You ready, Caitlyn?"

"Yes," she exhaled back, unable to say anything else.

It was all Vi needed, and she looped a hand around to help guide the strap inside. She gave a few easy, short thrusts before laying herself fully inside of her wife. The satisfaction she got from watching the strap disappear into the woman under her was indescribable, and her wife's honeyed gasps made her head swim in absolute bliss. A steady rocking motion only came naturally to her hips, as she wanted to coax more dulcet tones from her lover.

So much control and patience would reward her later, but Vi found herself craving to fulfill her fantasy instantly. She was right there, inside of her wife—ready to fill her. She could then feel her wife's stomach grow in a few months, her hips get wider and those breasts swelling, as the pregnancy would come closer to term. The most beautiful woman in all of the world would be carrying her child. And in this defining moment, Vi could make that happen.

But she had stopped herself. She'd promised to make this something memorable and to savor the moment. Instead, Vi rocked her hips, somewhat at a faster and more lengthier pace. She focused in on the hitched breaths that surfaced in Caitlyn's throat. The woman wasn't close to finishing yet, and Vi thought it would only be fair to please her partner first, rather than race to the finish. Plus, it would be a major let-down if Vi couldn't contain herself, after they'd just started.

Vi was set at a steady rhythm, building up her partner's pleasure. Caitlyn was gasping in enjoyment, as the strap worked in and out of her. And now, the woman on top was starting to nibble around her lover's neck again—it was one of Vi's favorite places to lay claim to her partner.

"You're so hot when you're like this," Vi breathed into the skin of her lover. Her hips never broke their rhythmic pattern, but she could feel Caitlyn push back up against her for more. It was a cue to pick up the pace, so Vi did. She started giving shorter, more demanding thrusts. Obviously, it worked, because Caitlyn started letting out full-mouthed moans, her jaw fixed open and fingers curling deep into the bed sheets. With such a sexy sight, Vi's mind was rewarded with a blurred sense of ecstasy. It only encouraged her to drive her hips harder into her wife.

An unknown amount of time had passed, and both women found themselves intoxicated with pleasure. Caitlyn had felt that growing spark start to surface tighter and deeper within her, causing for a loss in control over her voice. Meanwhile, Vi's mind rang with a hazed fuzziness of elation, having heard her lover's cries. Vi couldn't help but grip onto her wife's waist, ready to give it all to Caitlyn. The woman underneath arched her back, pressing herself as much as she could towards Vi's ravenous thrusts. The heat between their bodies had built to a burning sweat, and Vi could feel her lover start to shudder and lose control. Caitlyn's legs wobbled, and she reached more onto the bed for stability. Vi decided to give a few last, long thrusts, before bringing her lover over the edge.

As her momentum slowed, Vi pushed herself deep into Caitlyn, sending her wife into a state of pure bliss. The woman under her tensed, her back arched, and her muscles all over her body contracted. Small whimpers were muffled into the sheets. Vi gave just a few small pumps, making sure she was buried to the hilt inside of her wife. And then she reached around behind her waste, grabbing the syringe stuffed into the back of her briefs. She gave a loving kiss to the back of one of Caitlyn's shoulders and simply unloaded what she had into her lover.

"Fuck." Caitlyn's euphoric statement was muted, due to her face being submerged into their bed, but Vi still heard the light whimper. She could also feel her wife's legs start to crumble down, and so, she reached around to help support her partner's weight.

"How does it feel, Cupcake?" Vi asked in a light tone. She laid another sweet kiss onto Caitlyn's back.

"Good," she simply muffled. A few aftershocks rang through her body, causing her to collapse onto the bed.

"Just good, huh?" Vi asked, in a teasing manner. She gave a few more subtle thrusts and pushed herself as deep as she could, again, into her wife.

Caitlyn let out a strangled moan, before panting back a response, "Okay, it was really good. Vi, just stop for a minute, please."

She nipped at Caitlyn's back, still feeling her partner's slight chills and shudders that were starting to finally subside. "And what if I don't?" Vi asked in a tempting tone.

"I think I might black out." It was a simple, honest answer from Caitlyn. Her body was limp on the bed, and her wife was still buried inside of her. She couldn't find it in her to move at the moment.

"Okay," Vi said in a sweet tone. She'd never do anything like that, without her wife's definite permission, and she'd only been joking. They both had set their boundaries long ago, still honoring them to this day, and Vi just found it satisfying to give her partner a small tease. "I guess the 'fucking you hard' part can get crossed off already," she chuckled. "Now, we have to make sure you're pregnant." She laid one last cluster of hungry kisses on her wife's neck and jawline—it was a distraction from what her hips wanted to do.

"Vi."

"Yes, Cupcake?" she whispered back, still collapsed over her wife.

"Can I get up for a second? I need to check something."

"Oh, yeah." Vi got up, pulling out somewhat fast and causing Caitlyn to gasp at the last bit of contact. "Sorry, you still a bit sensitive?" A smirk crept over her face, proud she was able to make her wife feel this way after just one session of sex. It wasn't until she took a step back that she realized why Caitlyn had asked her to get up. And that something would only stroke Vi's ego even more.

"Shit," was all Caitlyn said, knowing well that there was a small pool on the floor underneath her. As she shifted upwards, she noticed that her legs were wet with the streams of liquid that had dribbled onto their marble floor during her release. It wasn't something that had ever happened before.

"I'm definitely crossing off the 'hard fucking,' now."

"Shut up."

"What? I can't enjoy the sight of my wife after she—"

"Vi," Caitlyn cut off, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. She buried her face into her hands, trying to hide it. After being together for numerous years, she hadn't known she possessed the ability to orgasm in such a manner.

Vi had walked back up to her, pulling her partner's hands down, cupping her pink face, and giving her a peck on the cheek. "For what it's worth, Caitlyn, I think it's really fucking hot," she said in a gentle voice. "You're so sexy." She gave her lover a full kiss this time, right onto Caitlyn's lips, soaking in the passion they shared for each other. They continued, almost into a make out, until Caitlyn broke away.

"I should get washed up," she said.

"Yeah," Vi agreed. "You've had a long day, Sheriff." She helped the tall woman off of the bed, giving her a last chaste smooch. At least, she'd intended it to be the last one, before Caitlyn sauntered off into the shower. But Vi couldn't help herself. Her hands had wandered from her partner's hips up to her breasts, massaging them in the palms of her hands. She'd pushed their bodies close again, kissing at Caitlyn more and more, until she had to stop herself.

"Okay, go get cleaned up, before I make you wet the floor again." She quickly dipped a hand down to Caitlyn's folds, feeling the overly-slicked heat of her entrance and enjoying how turned on her wife had been. Just for her. And Vi felt her lover's hips lift at the light touch, obviously not totally opposed to more.

"You're such an asshole," Caitlyn joked, poking fun at her wife's apparent obsession with having sex with her.

"Your asshole," Vi smiled back, removing herself completely from her wife. "Now go! I swear, if you don't, I'll—"

Caitlyn took to a quick tip-toeing into the room next door, towards the shower and away from her overly-horny wife. Within a few seconds, the water was running.

"And don't forget to pee!" Vi shouted at her, a grin plastered onto her lips.

"I'm a grown woman, Vi! I know these things!" Caitlyn replied from the other room.

Vi sat on the edge of their bed, regaining a part of herself for a minute. The images of their recent experience raced through her mind. How sexy it was. And the weekend was still young.