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Violet is of the belief that her roommate performing an irish goodbye over the break was definitely not her fault. In fact, she was genuinely shocked to see the once decorated half of their dormitory completely devoid of all life and personality when she returned. It’s not like they weren’t friendly. The opposite really. There was playful banter all year, and Vi was sure the two were growing closer as she’d been told a lot of roommates do. Everyone always spoke about the friends you make at university being the friends you keep for life. So far, Vi had made a total of zero, taking her total up to six, which was also directly including her family members. Because of this whole vanishing roommate business, Vi was alone in the dorm for one whole week. The week in question was dedicated to the orientation of new students, two of which included Vi’s baby sister and her boyfriend.

“Right, club sign up at the duck pond and registration at the hall blah, blah, blah. Did I miss anything?”

Ekko had an almost white knuckled grip around the little booklet the pair had been given to make sure they were actually settling in and knew where to go. And Vi was peeking over his shoulder to have a look all the while Powder was hoping to ditch the whole thing.

“Well, yes. You missed a lot. They’re running a tour at 1:30 and there’s a meet and greet at the library. Something about peer mentors?” Ekko remarks, finger pointing at the timetable part of his brochure.

Powder makes a face, “booooring.”

Vi sticks her hands in her pockets, admiring the fact that the two of them are literally bickering like an old married couple. There’s the barest hint of a smile, emphasised by the stretching of the scar on her lip.

“Or we could go for lunch at the uni bar instead. The loaded fries are pretty good,” Vi finally offers, to which Ekko throws his hands up in defeat.

“Yes. Yes, fries sound so good right now.”

Powder manages to snatch the brochure from Ekko’s hand, to which the boy saviour gasps. She tucks it into her back pocket, and puts her hands on either side of his face.

“Lunch now. Library later. We have the rest of the week to do boring stuff. We only have Vi for a few more hours.”

Ekko nods, while simultaneously nuzzling into Powder’s hands. Vi thinks she might throw up.

“Eugh. Stop doing all that, or I'm not paying.”

Powder and Ekko immediately cease their public displays of affection, but they hold pinkies when Vi isn’t looking. When Vi leads them away from the centre courtyard they’d been standing in for orientation and towards the uni bar, they even manage to steal a kiss or two. Vi threatens to never tell them where the aforementioned fries could be found.

In Violet’s opinion, the uni bar was the best part of the University of Piltover’s campus. Not the wildly advanced technology in almost every classroom, or the luxurious dormitories, or even the overqualified professors with a genuine passion for teaching, no. It was the $6 basket of loaded fries and unlimited soda refills. Though, she guesses those things are pretty good too. There wasn’t a university available back at Zaun, so Vi was more likely to come here than anywhere else, but even so, it was hard to overlook the city of progress’ crowning jewel known colloquially as The Academy. For Zaunites, getting a scholarship here was essentially a guarantee that you were going to have a good life. A better one.

Vi had never really been academically inclined, and it’s also just hard to muster the energy to learn when you’re stuck in such a rough place so she never expected to end up in a place like this. Though she’d never quite said it out loud, she’s always considered Silco to be the reason she did. He was by no means a good man, and he did some horrific things in his youth, but when she and Powder came into his life, he really turned things around. It was his love of prose that rubbed off on Vi, sparking a love of literature and analysis in her that would persist well into adulthood. The kind of spark that earned her a free ride to the academy, as long as she maintained her grades. She supposes Powder never really had to worry about it. Unlike Vi, she had a natural knack for maths and science, with a particularly destructive affection for engineering. Even without trying, Powder was a true academic weapon. So while Vi always knew Powder would end up here, it still brought a certain warmth to her chest to see it in reality. Even more so when the likes of Ekko, Mylo and Claggor made it too. The kids made it. All of them.

“Vi?”

Powder’s voice breaks through Vi’s train of thought, which was becoming a snowplow through memories.

“Shit. Sorry. Yeah?” Vi’s eyes finally flicker back to her sister.

Powder’s hands were covered in what looked like cheese gravy, and she was holding a fry at her sister. Ekko on the other hand had an arm resting on the backrest of Powder’s chair, and was picking croutons from his ceasar salad to eat then bare. His favourite part of a salad apparently, was the bread.

“I was asking when your classes start up.”

Vi pushes her hair out of her face.

“Oh. Technically today, but it’s an online lecture. First one is usually just reading through the criteria. But I have my first seminar tomorrow.”

Powder sticks a fry in her mouth, and the cheese gravy dribbles down her chin. Ekko immediately goes to action, teaching with a napkin to wipe it for her. She makes a face, but thanks him anyway.

“What about you two?” Vi croaks.

Ekko is the one to jump into the conversation first.

“We don’t have anything until this coming tuesday. But I’ve organised a meeting with Professor Heimerdinger on Monday as a meet and greet. I really want to get a head start on our first assignment. Pow said she’d love to come.”

Powder grimaces with a mouthful of fries.

“Yeah, she looks thrilled.”

Powder ignores the two, and begins making a mountain using the cheese gravy and bacon toppings.

“And you’ve settled in with the guys, right?”

Ekko smiles, wide and toothy.

“Yes! Claggor did a lot of the heavy lifting over the weekend so we finally have a fridge and an oven. No more microwave eggs.”

Vi lets out an ew at first but then returns a smile; it’s small. Her teeth are hidden behind her lips, but there’s a small dimple on her left side.

“Do not let Mylo anywhere near that oven.”

Powder doesn’t look up from her now volcano-like creation of fries, bacon and gravy, but she does let out a snort before speaking.

“That green pasta was a disgrace.”

Ekko, Vi and Powder all share a look, their faces scrunching up at the sheer memory of said green pasta. Vi remembers being sick for days after. Powder became well acquainted with the toilet bowl, and Ekko swears he wanted to kill Mylo that day. The three each let out a disgusted groan of varying tones before launching into raucous laughter.

Those kind of jokes last for most of their lunch. Back and forth poking fun at Mylo’s horrible cooking, Claggor’s terrible shirts, the amount of time Powder accidentally set the house on fire, or when Ekko scammed that guy while working with Benzo, and even Vi’s penchant for bar fights. Reminiscing wasn’t always so nice, and in the past it would have been like opening up old wounds and pouring salt. Now? Well, it was just nice to sit with her family and be happy that it wasn’t so different. When the lunch is over and Ekko insists they’re going to be late for their tour around campus, Vi puts her jacket back on and stands near the counter after paying. While putting her cash back into her wallet, something knocks her with enough force to send her careening into a waitwr. Vi catches herself, and said waiter only moments before the trays of drinks goes flying, but not before clenching her fist and letting out an angry hiss.

“What the fuck-“

Before Vi can even get a look at the perpetrator, Powder has leapt onto them like moth to a flame.

“You could have hurt somebody!” was followed by a string of Zaunite insults and expletives that Vi isn’t even sure where Powder learnt them.

Vi apologises profusely to the waiter, who just wants this moment to be over, and she eventually heads to where her sister is trying to start a bar fight with what looks like an entire team of volleyball players.

“You want a piece-“

Vi manages to get a hold of Powder’s collar, and gives her a firm tug away from the team. She doesn’t really catch a glance at exactly who think it's appropriate to knock people over in a bar, but she imagines it’s the tall girl with dark hair who keeps laughing whenever Powder tries to say anything.

“Let’s go,” she says, to which Powder opens her mouth to argue, “now.”

Her sister relents, releasing her white knuckled grip if only to flip the volleyball team off. Vi manages to get a hold of both Ekko and Powder, dragging them out before anything else happens. The whole Zaunite versus Piltie thing still wasn’t smoothed over, even after years of progress.

“Your uniform is ugly!“

Vi yanks Powder again, feeling like she’s trying to wrangle a ferret.

“And another thing-“

Vi finally manages to pull them away from the scene, before Powder can say anything worth getting arrested for. She gives her a look, the kind of look Powder had seen all her life, and one that makes her frown with a look of guilt in her eyes. Not much needs to be said between the two of them, and unfortunately for Ekko, he has to bare witness to the awkward walking back towards the courtyard in near dead silence. Only when they get back, and Vi unfolds her arms from her chest does Powder break the silence.

“I was just trying to-“

Vi tosses a look over her shoulder again. Powder purses her lips and Ekko wraps an arm around her, solidarity or comfort; she wasn’t sure which. Eventually, they make it to the meeting point for the 1:30 tour that Ekko was so desperate to attend without so much as a word. Finally, Vi lets out a breath, maybe because she was done being mad at Powder, or maybe because she’d given up on the silent treatment all together.

“Thank you for lunch. It was really-“

Vi cuts Ekko off by wrapping him, and Powder up in an embrace.

“Nice.”

Vi pulls away, and gives each of them a ruffle through the hair. It was kind of hard to see her sister doing the same things she would have done. Even if the end result was for something kind. She couldn’t condemn her though, it never would have been fair.

“Have fun on your tour. And text me when you get home.”

Powder nods, and gives her sister a wide and toothy grin.

“And leave the fucking pilties alone.”

Her smile fades only so she can roll her eyes.

“I mean it,” Vi growls, “I know you have my back but I can handle myself. And there’s still bad blood here. Just focus on your studies, alright?”

There’s less of an eye roll, but Vi can still feel it in her stare. Ekko however seems to be in total agreement much to Powder’s dismay. But they eventually agree, as much as they’re capable of doing. Vi hated being a hypocrite, knowing full well what kind of shit she’d gotten up to last year, but she felt responsible knowing she at least tried to have a conversation about it. Besides, she was already burning through valuable study time.

With a wave or two, and a fist bump for some reason, Vi leaves Ekko and Powder to settle in on their own. They’d be fine, right? It’s not like this place was worse than the lanes. Though some students could be complete and total assholes to the Zaunite kids with a free ride. But Ekko and Powder were different than she was. They were literal fucking geniuses. They had nothing to worry about, at least that’s what Vi thought.

The majority of Vi’s afternoon is spent at the university’s cafe which doubles as the single greatest study joint on campus other than the library which was most likely going to be overrun with orientation events this week. And Vi would rather die than be interrupted right now. So that’s what her life is, analysing curriculums, doing her required and recommended readings, and then trying to write a chapter to her own novel before her sheer boredom sets in. When it does, she takes a cronut to go and retires to her dormitory which for all intents and purposes should still be empty. But when she unlocks the door and heads inside, she is faced with a room that is neither undecorated nor empty.

Standing inside the main living area is a very tall, very beautiful looking woman in what can only be described as the ugliest volleyball uniform you’ve ever seen with way too much bronze and muddy green. Embarrassingly, it takes Vi a good couple seconds to figure it out that this is not an intruder, and is in fact her new roommate, but it takes even longer her for her to figure out that this tall volleyball player, is actually the total asshole that tried to barge her over in the uni bar earlier today.

Vi doesn’t even get a chance to speak before the stranger, her fucking roomate lets out a noise of literal disgust.

“Ugh. It’s you.”

Vi rolls her eyes, and then finally gets a good look at her. Tall. Impossibly fit, like unfairly so. And totally beautiful. But also incredibly polished, pompous and no doubt spoiled. Vi swears she could smell the wealth on her. Not only was her roommate a piltie, but she was a totally important one. The fucking headmaster’s daughter. The literal heiress of piltover.

Caitlyn I know i’m fucking better than you Kiramman.

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Not only was Caitlyn fucking Kiramman the world’s worst roomate, but she also managed to do the worst thing you could ever possibly do in a shared living space, at least in Vi’s eyes. And that was to bring around a girl every other night and fuck her so relentlessly that it’s all Vi can hear between the hours of 10pm to 3am. They have separate rooms yes, of course they do, but what the university of Piltover lacks is proper soundproofing in their paper thin walls. All their funds are likely spent on putting smart boards in every seminar room. So that’s what Vi’s first few weeks are like in her dorm. Dead silence of a morning, angry looks throughout the day whenever they managed to see eachother, and Vi having to listen to Maddi fucking Nolan scream fuck yes, right there over and over and fucking over again.

Vi wondered if noise cancelling headphones would be an appropriate waste of her teeny tiny paycheck in this situation. When she checks her account and sees a solid $13.36, she decides she better not. But truly, she could only handle so much raucous lovemaking before it started to make her head feel hot, and her blood boil.

This time it was in the morning, around 9am on a cold saturday. Vi had actually managed to have a good night's sleep, having gone to bed well before Maddie knocked on their door for what she can only assume was a booty call. But when she headed to the kitchen, and began to mix various ingredients in a bowl for the world's most average scrambled eggs, she could hear them starting back up again. There’s giggling, followed by some kind of thud which Vi imagined was the bedhead slapping against the walls. The tips of Vi’s ears reddened, and her cheeks felt hot. Vi reached for her cup of tea, hoping the slurp of liquid would drown out the incoming noises.

“You look so fucking good underneath me~”

“Please. I want you inside~”

Vi chokes. Actually chokes on her tea sending hot liquid spilling down her chin. It forces her to reach for anything to wipe it away but not before the red hotness in her chest begins funneling it’s way through her entire body. It could not have been this good, to need to do it almost every day. Vi could imagine that Caitlyn was beautiful, and she supposed Maddie too. She probably did look good underneath someone, with her dark hair spread out across the sheets in spirals. Her soft chest barely free of her clothes. And perfect skin needing a hot mouth to lay claim to it.

Vi pauses. I have to leave.

So to the ground floor she retreats, with an uncharacteristic slam of her front door. That’ll show them, she thinks. And then she curses herself for caring what they might think, and then curses herself again for thinking about Caitlyn, and then bites her tongue for continuing to do so. It isn’t until she reaches the resident assistant’s door that she stops thinking about it. With a few knocks, the door opens and a gaunt looking young man pokes his head out the door. He has a smile, and the little mole on his cheek rises in an unfortunately charming way.

“Oh. Good morning, Violet,” he begins, his voice thick with a familiar accent. Zaunite. But older. The kind that lived on the Entresol level.

Vi pushes hair off of her forehead, which felt uncharacteristically hot. Why was she still sweaty? Why were her ears on fire? Fuck you, Caitlyn.

“Yeah, hi. Hello. I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask about moving rooms.”

Vi was trying not to sound flustered, and bothered, but it doesn’t quite translate. Viktor leans against the doorway, eyeing the younger woman before opening it fully to her. And she is quick to enter, without so much as a look behind. His room is still small, but the lack of much of anything made it seem bigger than her own. He had a little desk with paper’s strewn about. Vi was quick to notice what looked like an early college student’s attempt at a blueprint. The shape of whatever it is, is most unfortunate. Imagine pitching a phallus to your professor.

“Well, tell me what’s happened.”

Vi sticks her hands in her pockets. And then they feel too hot, too sweaty, so she folds them over her chest. Then she feels too defensive, standoffish so they end up falling to her side, and swaying awkwardly. Then she thinks she’s being too awkward, so she makes a point to think cool and calm and collected thoughts. She leans against a wall, and folds her arms over her chest. Yes. Yes this seems normal and appropriate.

“Just- issues with my roommate. I heard you deal with that sort of thing.”

“And have you spoken to your roommate about this? Perhaps tried to solve it with an open conversation.”

Vi makes a face. Was he being like this on purpose? He sure as hell knew who she was roomed with. And he sure as hell knew the kind of person Vi was, even if their only real interactions were at stray lunches or asking what book the other was reading.

“Caitlyn Kiramman is not the kind of person who would ever talk to someone like me.”

And Viktor’s face stiffened too. His little smile he had before falls, and his eyes go a little too serious for Vi’s liking.

“I see.”

The man leans against a cane, rubbing his chin like he’s deep in thought and Vi wonders if he was going to offer a solution, or something stupid.

“I too was in your position once.”

Something stupid, it is. Well, it was meant for her to think about it. But she grew up with two old gays with a million tidbits and stories about how they were once where she was. And what to do and what not to do and who to be and whatever else. She doesn’t need a twenty five year old gay to do it either.

“Despite efforts to strengthen ties between Zaun and Piltover, we all know that rivalry still exists. Perhaps, it always will. But the whole point of these integrated dormitories is to establish connections with those from other walks of life you may otherwise never interact with. Good relations with your Piltover peers is vital to fostering a safe space for all of us.”

Vi raises an eyebrow.

“So… is that a no? You can’t move me?”

Viktor lets out a breath, almost a sigh but not quite. Like he didn’t even have the energy to offer her that either.

“I don’t have any available rooms in this building, but I will look into it for you. In the mean time, perhaps you can get to know your roommate. See if this is something you can address together.”

Vi sighs. She has plenty of time and energy to make her distaste clear.

“Sometimes we don’t understand the pressures our peers are facing. And while not excusable, it is often the reason behind unsavoury behaviour.”

Viktor kind of gives her a look, like he’s sharing information that would be otherwise important. A mousekatool, if you will. A secret tool to help us later. Vi just hates that she’s not quite getting what she wants.

“Fine.”

If Powder were here, she’d say something along the lines of thanks for nothing or I hope you die. Vi just thanks the man, and decides if she can’t get away from Caitlyn by means of switching rooms, she can just avoid her for the majority of the day. So Vi decides that today she’s going to start. And that this is going to be a day of reading as many books at the library as humanly possible before she needs to go to sleep. With a few swipes on her phone, and an unsavory message, she discovers she won’t be doing it alone.

leftie: where are you?
leftie: you were supposed to check in an hour ago.
leftie: don’t make me come find you.
leftie: i will stalk you if you don’t answer.
leftie: brat.
leftie: VIOLET.

[Ten minutes after-]

leftie: if you’re at the library i’m gonna be pissed.

undercut mcqueer: 😬

Sevika was in her last year of the highly prestigious law program at the academy. Vi’s most despised rival turned family friend was actually one of the first introductions the younger woman had to things such as lesbianism, and butchood. Though she wouldn’t quite say she was a good example of what to be, just that she was a showcase of what was. Despite their differences, and their history of kicking eachothers asses, the two shared a deep solidarity with one another, even when Sevika ignored what she was saying to wink through a bookcase.

“Are you even listening to me right now?” Vi squawks.

Sevika smirks, attempting to perform some form of courting ritual while her younger peer appears to be having a total breakdown about her roomate. What’s evil is that SHE inserted herself HERE and is now IGNORING the person SHE came to see. What gives? Sevika gives the mystery person a wink and Vi wants to die in a shallow ditch.

“Honestly, no.”

Sevika finally tears her eyes away, and looks at Vi. Her hair is disheveled, like she keeps running her hands through it, and her eyes are riddled with exhaustion. Her hair is longer now too. Sevika hated it.

“You not sleeping well?”

Vi makes a face, grumpy and judgemental and all things sour. She points to her face, like it was obvious. Surely Sevika should know.

“Oh my god, I already told you!”

Vi’s raised voice earns an angry hiss from the librarian, and a finger in front of her mouth. Immediately, the red head ducks her face away from view. Feeling sheepish, she looks up at Sevika.

“My roommate sucks. I can’t sleep, Powder won’t even come over if she’s there, and she keeps leaving dishes in the rack and never putting them away.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. She says nothing. Vi scowls.

“You’re so unhelpful.”

She rolls her eyes.

“I see you never learned patience. I’m thinking, asshole.”

Vi wishes to punch that smug look off her face, but instead she’s resting her chin on fist and poking at the pages of the book she’s reading. Sevika is the worst at talking to.

“She’s a fucking piltie. What do you expect? If the RA can’t do anything, you’re screwed. Just suck it up and ignore the bitch. Don’t go picking fights with the wrong kinds of people.”

The younger butch smirks, but only because that was the worst advice Sevika might have ever given. Before Vi can give some shitty joke back, Sevika barks back.

“I mean it. You always swing first. You’re supposed to keep your head down so half the school body doesn’t want your head.”

Vi smirks a little more purposefully now. Unfortunately for anyone who knew these two, they were a bad influence on the other. Sevika was the one who even introduced Vi to dive bars back in Zaun. They were not welcome guests anywhere but the Last Drop.

“Only half? I could do better.”

Sevika rolls her eyes.

“Vi,” she says, like a disappointed drunk uncle, “I better not have to start babysitting your ass.”

“You love babysitting me. Admit it.”

Sevika crosses her arms over her chest. Vi hadn’t even noticed that her arm was slowly being covered in graffiti. Familiar blues and pinks from her younger sister. It looks like Mylo has drawn a couple expletives on that Sevika has covered in sharpie.

“I love tequila. You are a headache.”

Vi gestures at her arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to get a new one? Maybe you can get a blender attachment. For smoothies.”

Sevika rolls her eyes, and her attention turns back to the bookcase.

“I like this one. I’ve punched you with it,” and with a wistful sigh she says, “good memories.”

Vi, half trying to get her attention away from the bookcase and half genuine, taps the table.

“Hey now. It’s only a suggestion. What about bluetooth? Pumping your old man's music.”

Sevika has this dumb smirk, eyeing the books and then she scoffs. She doesn’t look at the younger though.

“Why the fuck would I want my arm to be able to connect to spotify?”

Vi grins.

“So you don’t deny you like old man music.”

That’s when Sevika looks at her.

“Die.”

Before she turns back, Vi nudges her arm with the intention of keeping her attention this time.

“Seriously who the fuck are you looking at? You’re disgusting.”

Sevika looks back, but her head is slightly tilted back to Vi. She has that stupid smile on her face, and she gives the bookcase a little tilt of her head. She doesn’t say anything, but she seems to be doing that flirting thing she does at bars. The whole reeling them in thing. Vi slumps back into her chair. Sensing her boredom, Sevika stands up from her chair. She gives Vi a pat on the back.

“Watch this.”

Vi very much does not want to watch this. She has every intention of keeping her nose in the books she’s selected. And she does for a good while, until she can hear that stupid dyke’s husky chuckle from across the library. Her eyes lift up, and she can see the butch leaning one arm on the bookcase, head leaning down as she starts whispering at the stranger. Vi rolls her eyes, and wishes to cover her face with her book. Sevika catches the stranger's hand with her prosthetic and slowly lifts it up to her lips. Vi wants to throw up. Does this actually work on femmes? The object of Sevika’s attention lets out a giggle, and Vi genuinely feels embarrassed on her behalf. Sevika’s going to ruin you, she thinks.

And then the stranger comes into view. She’s tall. Not as tall as the Zaunite, but still. Her skin is dark, with golden tattoos flecked across her body. Her hair is pulled back in thick braids that are almost perfectly manicured and kept in geometrics. She has a complete and total air of wealth about her. And finally something clicks.

Holy shit.
That’s Mel Medarda.
Oh Sevika, she’s going to ruin you.

Mel leans up, only barely thanks to her heels, and whispers something in Sevika’s ear before giving her bicep a firm squeeze. Vi thinks her jaw might fall on the floor and she can’t really do anything but watch in awe as Mel walks away from Sevika and out of the library. She’s got an absolutely fucking massive textbook under her arm. Political science. That made sense.

Sevika waits until Mel is out of view before turning to Vi. Like an idiot, she holds out both her hands. The stupid smug smirk on her face returns, and she has that look on her face that says I win, buy me a cigar. The younger butch can only let out an amused exhale and shake her head. You’re kidding, she thinks. When Sevika reaches the table, she pats Vi on the back again.

“You see why I couldn't look away now right?”

Sevika pulls her chair out and sits again. Vi slides over to her, leaning her head down to speak in a whisper.

“I thought she was dating Jayce Talis.”

Sevika shrugs.

“What does that mean? She isn’t anymore? Or she is and you don’t care? Homewrecker.”

Sevika rolls her eyes.

“It means I don’t know,” she says, gruffly. Then in a sing song voice, “I didn’t ask when I was getting her numberrrr-“

Vi believes her unfortunately. But Sevika still makes sure to get out her phone and show that Mel has indeed filled out a contact on her shitty nokia. Vi throws her hands up in defeat. This is not how this was supposed to go.

“You were meant to be helping me with Kiramman. Not getting a date with the most beautiful woman I think anyone has seen. Ever, really.”

Sevika chuckles, drafting a text message to said woman.

“Just be happy for me.”

Vi shoves her, and makes a point to turn away completely. Sevika clicks her phone off and groans.

“Fucks sake. Okay. Just go annoy the RA about it.”

“I did!” she hisses and then wonders if Sevika’s nose was still broken.

Sevika just scowls at her.

“Then ask again. He’s right fucking there!”

Sevika puts a giant palm on Vi’s head and twists it like a top in the opposite direction. Just as she said, Vi could see Viktor at one of the study cubicles. He doesn’t seem overly occupied. Most of the time she caught him buried in textbooks and surrounded in empty energy drink cans. Vi lets out a groan.

“Shut up. Just go ask. Tell him to put you on a waitlist. Or ask about off campus accommodation.”

Vi slumps deeper in her chair and Sevika has to forcefully shove her out of the seat.

“Go, bitch. Now. I need privacy to write something hot to this girl.”

Vi finds that personally offensive. And gross. But she gets up and out of the chair anyway. She debates grabbing her books because Sevika is certainly not going to take care of them. For the sake of looking somewhat busy, she takes one and puts it under her arm. She doesn’t realise she’s picked up one of Sevika’s smut novellas. Perhaps she never will. Or if she does, it may be too late. Why is there even smut in a university library? I digress.

Vi approaches the study cubicles with all the grace of a sewer rat. Again, Viktor doesn’t seem ridiculously busy, but she still felt like a total asshole approaching someone in a library for something as silly as dormitory changes. It isn’t until she gets decently close that she realises he isn’t alone. Sitting right next to Viktor in the cubicle built for one person is a well off looking man with short cropped hair and the beginnings of a glorious pornstache. Vi’s never really been good with faces but she recognises him almost immediately. Jayce Talis. He was the academy’s recipient of the incredibly prestigious Progress award two years ago, and he was pretty much the mascot for Progress Day last year. To be completely frank, Vi didn’t know what he actually did, just that it was a huge deal for public transport. Maybe it was some special car part. Look, she doesn’t keep up to date with those sorts of things. This time last year she was completely enthralled with Dream Literature.

Vi feels less confident about approaching, but she still does until she notices that not only was Jayce sitting in Viktor’s cubicle, but he was also lounging across him. One leg resting across Viktor’s and his arm linked around the lankier man. He leans into Viktor, observing his work, but also to get a fuller grip of the young man. What stunned her, is that they were doing it completely out of view. Vi only knew because she was standing right fucking behind. Jayce reached for Viktor under the table, and his leg was so close only because it was offered privacy here. For someone not familiar with this sort of thing, it might just look like playful public displays of affection. But Vi knew exactly what it was. It was secret. They were hiding it. And if they knew Vi was watching-

Instead of any appropriate reaction, or something not fucking weird Vi immediately ducks down. She shuffles across the floor, Sevika’s smutty book laid bare for everyone to see as she retreats for an adjacent cubicle.

Vi buries her head in her hands. She can’t do this. She cannot fucking do this. She just unintentionally ousted Jayce Talis as a homosexual in her own brain. But why? People were so accepting here. Unless- Holy shit. Was he still dating Mel? Did she know? Surely not. Surely not. Shit. This just go so messy. Vi rests her forehead on the small desk. This is so awkward. Vi wished she could crawl into a hole and die. She shouldn’t be trusted with secrets. Ever, really.

“Sorry, Vik i’m just-“

Vi’s ears chirp up at the sound and she immediately feels guilty for hearing it. She brings her collar up to her ears.

“It’s alright. We’ve done a lot so far. If you need a break we can-“

“No, I'm fine. I can do this.”

There’s a pause. Vi hates that she can hear it still.

“Jayce,” a sigh and then, “you’ve been reading the same card three times over.”

Another sigh, this time sadder. Jayce leans back into the chair.

“I know,” he says, “I’m just torn.”

“Yes?”

“About Cait.”

“Is she alright?”

“It’s just-“ he sighs again, “she’s never struggled so much with academics in her life. She’s failing her classes. And she’s turning into someone completely different. She won’t talk to anyone else about it and-“

Viktor puts a hand over Jayce’s.

“And you believe it’s your job to fix it.”

“Of course it is. She’s family,” a soft but soft exhale, “we’re misfits.”

“Your persistence is admirable Jayce but,” Viktor offers, “you do not need to be the hero. Just being there for her is enough.”

“It’s like-“ a huff, “I don’t know. Like I'm watching something shatter and I can’t do anything to stop it.”

There’s another pause. Unfortunately Vi seems to have resorted to completely eavesdropping.

“She wouldn’t want you to shatter either, Jayce. It’d only upset her to see you neglecting what you love to do.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Someone breathing louder than the other. Finally, Jayce relents.

“You’re right. You’re always right,” he bemoans, “I just feel like I should be doing more.”

“Then focus. We can get this draft done and polish the proposal. The sooner you feel confident in this, the sooner you can support her. And the sooner you can tell yourself you’re not giving unsolicited academic advice to a sophmore.”

“You’re heartless, you know that?”

“If being efficient makes me heartless then so be it.”

Someone opens a laptop, Vi can hear. And there’s the slightest beginnings of typing before someone chuckles.

“You’re not heartless. I have proof.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll show you-“ there’s a purr of his voice, Vi gags, and then “when we finish this.”

Another pause. Then some ruffling of paper.

“The pursuit of greatness continues.”

Vi half expected the two to start macking on the cubicle desk. Instead, the two actually appear to begin doing their work. From what Vi can tell, it’s something outside the academy. A business proposal of some sorts. And what else she can tell, is that they two are definitely fucking. Vi waits until both of their heads are buried in work before she flees the scene. Like Cinderella, but a book titled “Scissors in San Francisco” is left behind instead of a glass slipper.

Chapter Text

Instead of learning about specific literary theory and criticism, Vi came away from the library with the following:

Sevika has game. Unfortunately.

Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda are either serial cheaters or they have the world's most open relationship.

Caitlyn Kiramman is absolutely failing her classes.

One of these, while less juicy, was far more valuable than the rest. Now Vi was starting to understand the ominous mousekatool provided by Viktor earlier that morning. What this meant is that Caitlyn was an asshole because she was stressed instead of just her being an asshole because it was rooted in her piltie privileged personality. This made Vi slightly less nervous about going to the dorm again and a little more willing to give the woman a chance. That and surely Maddie Nolan had been well serviced enough to be absent from the dorm.

Vi returns to the dorm late, having spent the majority of the day chasing Jinx to make sure she had eaten. Jinx assured her she had, but when Ekko said she’d only eaten a muesli bar and was sealing herself in the engineering lab, Vi was determined to resolve that. After the world’s quickest ride to the inner city, she managed to pick up her current favourite. It's this little food truck near the bridge run by an old zaunite couple. A zaun-piltover fusion that does a really good chunky stew wrapped in fermented flower petals. It sounds a little odd, but I assure you it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I digress. I’ve gotten off track. After spending most of the night with her sister, Vi finally makes it back to the dormitory. And instead of the usual sideways glance and huffs, or the total ignoring of the other, Vi goes for something different.

Vi hangs the keys to her motorcycle on a little hook near the door, and kicks her boots off. It’s late, so she’s not expecting to see light coming from the shared living space. In one corner, there’s a desk lamp, shining over a desk (obviously) that’s covered in papers and textbooks. Vi doesn’t hear it at first, but Caitlyn is sitting there, typing occasionally as she scans through the textbooks. When Vi’s bag makes a loud noise when it hits the doorway, Cait looks over her shoulder and glares daggers across the way. She says nothing, just turning back to her work. Vi removes her jacket, and struggles to find a good place to put it. She slowly approaches the shared space, and decides on wrapping the jacket around her arm.

“Hey,” she says.

Caitlyn twitches a little. Unsure if she’d heard that correctly. Then she turns slightly, side eyeing Vi.

“…Hello.”

Vi swallows.

“Damn. You throw a party or something?” she jokes, horribly.

Caitlyn huffs, “no.” Her accent is thick when she’s angry. Then, “I'm studying.”

She waves a hand, as if palming Vi off, and also to gesture to the entire space. Some paper had even fallen off her desk and onto the floor. There’s a metric fuckton of Zaunite energy drinks on her desk too. Vi nods as she takes it all in, but her voice softens as she tries to joke again.

“Guarana-induced chaos. My favourite kind of study method.”

Caitlyn swivels on her chair. Vi notices that both of her legs are lifted up onto the seat, her chin able to rest on her knees if she wanted. Surely that can’t be comfortable.

“Thanks for the feedback, professor,” Caitlyn says with an air of mocking hostility, before turning back around, like she didn’t want to look at her anymore.

Perhaps this was a bad idea. Vi shakes her head a little.

“Do you usually study all night like this?”

Caitlin pauses, hand hitting the table with just a tiny bit of annoyance. Vi wonders if she should just quit trying to talk to her. Her voice gets a little more teasing, and Caitlyn’s grows frustrated.

“Yes. Obviously. Now if you don’t mind, you’re interrupting my academic breakdown. You can get comfortable elsewhere, trencher.”

“Not my first time. But for the record my name is Vi. Not trencher.”

With a final relenting sigh, Vi turns away. She finds the only couch in their dorm, and strings her jacket across it. There’s another pause and then the sound of a pen hitting the desk lightly. Caitlyn swivels on her chair again, her legs coming away from her front to sit on the ground properly.

“I’m sorry I just-“ Caitlyn waves her hand, her head unsure.

“I get it. It’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice giving out a little exasperated sigh.

Vi unfurls her arms unsure of what else to say.

“Caitlyn,” the dark haired woman offers.

“What?”

“My name. It’s Caitlyn.”

“Oh. Yeah, I know.”

“You know?”

Vi pauses breathing for a second. Who says that? She wishes her leg was long and flexible enough so that she could kick her own ass.

“Your mother’s the headmaster, right? And you’re amazing at volleyball. You’re kind of an easy name to remember.”

Caitlyn’s cheeks redden but just barely. She waves her hand.

“Gosh, no. I’m average.”

Vi smirks, “You don’t need to be so humble.”

Caitlyn seems pleasantly surprised by the change in conversation. Still a little standoffish, but it’s fine. Vi leans against the counter of the dorm’s kitchenette. She puts both palms on the edge of the melamine and looks at her. This was going… well?

“When it gets to be a lot-“ Vi tries, “I like to take a walk. Think things through. Or I just skip the study part entirely and hope for the best.”

Caitlyn raises an eyebrow.

“Right. Yes, i’m sure you’re very rebellious like that.”

Vi scoffs defensively.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I knew your name too, Violet. Your admission to the young writers award was considered the best in your bracket.”

Vi’s arms slowly drop from her chest. How did she know that? How did she know her name? Not just the Vi, the whole thing? What the fuck? Vi’s ears feel hot. Embarassed maybe.

“Damn.”

Caitlyn smirks.

“I know you have that whole bad girl thing going on. With the undercut and the motorcycle and the piercings. But you’re as much of a nerd as the rest of us, trencher.”

Vi raises her hands defensively.

“Damn. Alright. Lay off the caffeine. You’re getting too analytical.”

“I hear that’s more your inclination, if it runs in the family.”

“Hm?”

“Your sister. My friends have mentioned her in passing.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s not my thing. She’s some kind of genius when it comes to maths and science.”

Caitlyn’s eyes seem to flicker for a moment. There’s a hint of curiosity, but she seems adamant not to let it show.

“Genius as in actual genius? Or is this a big sister talking?”

Vi laughs at that, barely, more of an exhaled chuckle. Maybe it was. Part of her was always going to be Powder’s biggest fan.

“She’s my baby sister. So I think she’s amazing. And nuts. And totally out of pocket. But the way she thinks about the world, about machines and energy, it’s just different. I’ve never heard of a mind like hers.”

Caitlyn seems to ponder for a moment or two. Then she stiffens.

“She also likes threatening strangers with violence.”

Vi smirks, despite herself.

“Yeah, that runs in the family unfortunately,” she says, “I'm not sorry about that.”

Caitlyn makes a face. Like she doesn’t really care. Or perhaps that Vi’s answer was enough. She still seems to be thinking about something. Maybe she always was. Someone so smart. Their mind probably ran a thousand miles an hour before running on pure fumes.

“I-“ Caitlyn tries.

“It’s fine. Let’s just agree to not mention it.”

Caitlyn ponders for a second. She seemed a little sour about it still, and then she gives Vi a nod. Fresh start.

“I’m probably gonna crash. But,” she manages, “goodluck with studying.”

Caitlyn looks at her desk. The strewn paper and stray cans. Even the loose pens she’d thrown in frustration.

“Thank you, I suppose.”

Vi tilts her head, acknowledgement. She turns on her heels, heading for her room. She almost trips over a coffee table on her way. Caitlyn turns back to her desk fully now. She picks up a pen and starts chewing the end like she’s hungry. When Vi reaches her door, she pauses before touching the knob.

“Caitlyn?”

The girl tilts her head again, “hm?”

“If you ever need a hand with-“ Vi makes a vague gesture, “whatever you’re doing, you can hit me up.”

Caitlyn looks away.

“I’ll have to think about that.”

Vi turns the doorknob.

“Yeah, okay. Night.”

Cait nods her head, but doesn’t look up from her paper. Vi had already left, leaving her jacket in the shared living space, and a scent that smells vaguely of burnt rubber and old spice. Caitlyn brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping one around herself. One thing you should know about Caitlyn Kirraman is that she’s absolutely horrific when it comes to anything outside of academia and volleyball. And that was saying something. Hello, miss girl’s literally flunking. Well, one could say she’s managed a collection of semi-supportive and well behaved friends, but other than that, Caitlyn is a mess. A guarana flavoured, nail biting, pen chewing, brow furrowing student athlete who assured herself she’d manage it all just fine.

Her plate is full now.

And she hated that Vi had interrupted her if only for a moment with her leather jacket and her piercing and that dumb smirk she has.
Caitlyn slaps both hands down on the table. She breathes in once, and it feels like she’s barely getting enough oxygen, and then she releases.

Caitlyn doesn’t go to sleep until three. In the morning. And she’s up and out of the dorm before Vi’s alarm even goes off. For the next two or so days, Caitlyn avoids her roommate. Well, that and she has a lot of things to catch up on. Mostly volleyball. She’d managed to find a gym with this weird ugly practice setup so on the days she didn’t spend at the Academy Gymnasium, she was practicing there. It was a good rhythm for her. Wake up early, go to class, train relentlessly, and study well into the evening before going to bed and then doing it all again the very next day. The only thing that threw her out of this rhythm was an unavoidable dinner organised by her best friend. Some celebratory dinner that Jayce really wanted Caitlyn to be there for. She didn’t even know what to wear; had to dig through her mother’s things to find something semi appropriate to the very vague occasion.

misfit1: What time am I meeting you there?

misfit2: 7 plsssss. vik might be late tho

misfit 1: What about Mel?
misfit 1: I can’t be out late, remember?

misfit 2: ofc we’ll be home by 12
misfit 2: i’ll update u when i seee u

misfit 1: Hmmmmmmm. Fine.
misfit 1: Eleven at the very latest. I am happy to celebrate with you but I draw the line at sacrificing valuable study time.

misfit 2: yr such a hater
misfit 2: ur*

misfit 1: I'll see you at seven on the dot.

misfit 2: yipee!

So Caitlyn meets Jayce out the front of this fancy gilded restaurant at seven on the dot. He makes her wait five minutes before he arrives. It’s another rhythm of theirs. During that extra five minutes, Caitlyn plays candy crush on her phone, and then Jayce makes fun of her and calls her an old English grandmother. It’s nice. Familiar. They hadn’t done this in a while.

“You actually look stunning,” Jayce says, putting a hand on the small of her back and leading her into the restaurant, “show off.”

Caitlyn rolls her eyes a little, but says nothing to deter him from complimenting her some more.

“You said it was a nice place. And you’re wearing those fugly jeans?”

Jayce feigns pain, and covers his chest like he’s wounded.

“Ouch. Viktor says they make my butt look good.”

Caitlyn grimaces while Jayce approaches the server with a big grin and running a hand through his hair.

“Table for three under Talis please,” she overhears and then her eyes widen.

She leans forward, almost slapping Jayce between his shoulder blades as he starts following the server.

“Oh my god. What?” he hisses under his breath.

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of telling me about Mel.”

Jayce lets out a little groan.

“God. At least get me a glass of wine first.”

He gets two in fact. At least two before he even begins to mention said topic. Caitlyn was eyeing him for choosing oysters, and he was making bad jokes about slurping and fish and it made Cait seriously debate punching him in the super nice restaurant. It had gold accents for no reason.

“Will you stop making that noise and tell me?” she inquired.

Jayce has half an oyster down his throat before he rolls his eyes and relents. He slurps one more, and then wipes his face with a serviette.

“You’re so nosey.”

Caitlyn nods, leaning her chin on her interlocked hands.

“You already know that we brought in Viktor. And it was really good. They got along very well and obviously I fucking loved the attention from both of them. Once we got tech started, I think Vik and I sort of fell for each other? Which definitely wasn’t meant to happen. And I love Mel obviously but it was just-“

“Different?”

“Yeah! Extremely different. Mel was the one that asked if it was okay to leave the relationship. She said and I quote ‘you two are obsessed with each other. I just can’t get in the way of that.’ Obviously I was devastated, because come on Mel, you’re not in the way at all. But we had a really long talk about it and I totally understand what she was feeling and we obviously still really care for each other. But yeah.”

Caitlyn nods along the majority of the time, but her truffle risotto just came to the table so she was slightly distracted.

“I honestly thought this was a celebration dinner to say that you three were getting married. Or that Mel was pregnant.”

Jayce’s hand drops as he reaches for yet another oyster.

“Oh my god. No. We just got a huge investor, and we’re getting a fucking warehouse.”

Caitlyn didn’t know a lot when it came to Jayce and Viktor’s business, but she knew that Jayce was familiar with things like big money. So if Jayce was calling this investor huge, she knew at the very least that they were coming into a whole lot of money for this project. After a few seconds of genuine excitement, Jayce and Caitlyn finally toast. Viktor doesn’t arrive until 9, something Caitlyn finds very unbecoming, until he explains he was coming back from a surgery consult much deeper in the city. From there, it’s mostly smooth sailing and champagne.

It’s 12:30 when Caitlyn gets back to her dorm. She’s only barely angry that she’d come home late, forcing her to abandon her usual routine of caffeine induced study so that she could get ready for bed instead. But it’s not really the dinner that’s jostled her around the most, but her roommate. Vi’s in the living area when she enters, sitting spread legged and relaxed in the plush of the couch cushions with her nose buried in the pages of what looks like a book of poetry. Cait doesn’t notice her at first, and peels off her jacket. It’s too fucking hot in here, she notices, which meant that Vi had fucked with the air conditioning while she was gone. Caitlyn lets out an exhale, but she’s startled by the voice coming from the couch.

“Hot date?”

Caitlyn drops her keys and has to lunge a little to catch her slipping purse. She finally glances to catch Vi’s eyes who was no longer buried in her book, and instead it was held down just below her chin, like she was taking a peak. For Caitlyn, she was exasperated. Tired. Hair a mess from the wind outside. Her makeup hadn’t been set properly and she felt like she’d barely looked below average. For Vi, she was seeing Caitlyn in a dress that clung to her body like molasses on a spoon. Hair windswept across the gentle curves of her neck, and falling down her back oh so nicely.

“No,” Cait replies firmly, finding somewhere to hang her jacket, “just dinner with friends. We spoke about business mostly.”

Vi takes a good couple seconds before she lifts her book back up to her nose. She does this little nod motion, hiding behind the pages.

“I hope it was fun. You,” there’s the slightest pause, “look really good.”

It’s Caitlyn that wishes to hide her face now. She puts two hands together, rubbing thumbs over the backs of her own hands. Then she decides, absolutely not will I let that get a reaction out of me.

“I know.”

Caitlyn quickly retreats to the kitchen, which is conveniently behind Vi and not anywhere in front. Caitlyn pushes her hair back and out of her face, and then reaches to find the little lever of the small white kettle in the kitchenette. Vi doesn’t turn to look at her, so Caitlyn takes the chance to peak at what she’s reading. She pretends like she isn’t, by opening a few cupboards to procure a thin lipped mug and a tea bag that wasn’t a horrible flavour. Caitlyn has to squint when she tries to read it in this light.

Tav’s eyes widened. That was good, right? She was going to use it. She doesn’t quite struggle underneath her but she does move slightly, but Lae’zel keeps her weight on top of her. Tav feels her inside turn molten.
“That’s all I had for you. I will not bother you a-“
A firm, clawed finger pressed against Tav’s lips, forcing her to silence. Lae’zel hisses at her once more and Tav simply allows herself to be at the githyanki’s whim.
“Chk,” she says, “you can be useful.”
Tav’s face twists in confusion, her hands slack against the wooden floor. Lae’zel moves her finger, and Tav opens her mouth to speak, but the open air is quickly replaced with the gith’s warm tongue. Lae’zel kisses her fiercely, strong hand holding her chin and forcing her tongue into her mouth. Tav makes no move to keep it away, instead she sucks it with her own, gliding their tongues together and feeling their lips become one.

Caitlyn almost drops her mug but resorts to the tea bag instead. She ducks down in the kitchen to grab it before it hits the vinyl and puts a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. Is she reading… porn? Not just porn, but smut. Hot lesbian smut. In the living room? That’s… Well, Caitlyn’s not sure how she feels about that. She does wonder just exactly what Vi must be thinking about. Does she always read it where someone can see? What part of it is the stuff she likes? Does she want to be the one pushed on the floor, or does she want to be the one on top? Caitlyn forces herself to come back up from the kitchen floor, putting the tea bag into her mug and pouring water. She clears her throat, and she can hear Vi’s positioning change. A page flipped.

“You don’t want tea, do you?”

There’s a strangely awkward pause.

“Oh,” Vi says with a bit of a gravel to her voice, “no. I’m okay. Thank you for offering though.”

Caitlyn nods in understanding, and then turns away from Vi and back to the kettle fully. She almost misses placing it back onto its stand correctly, and she has to purposefully take a deep breath to collect herself. She reaches for the fridge, making a clatter as she gets her carton of lactose free milk and pours barely a hint of it in the mug she’d prepared earlier. When she reaches to grab the carton again, her flat hands hits it square across the side, making it fall to the floor with a gulping splash.

“Fuck-“ Caitlyn hisses, and somehow her accent sounds thicker.

Vi had sat up at this point, well, leapt up really. She’d hopped over the back of the couch to find a paper towel while Caitlyn knelt to grab the carton. With an exasperated sigh, Caitlyn puts it back on the counter and firmly turns the lid on top. She hadn’t noticed Vi was coming to clean the mess until she turned back fully and the trencher was on her knees. Taken aback, Caitlyn gets unfairly defensive.

“What are you doing? I can do that myself.”

Vi doesn’t stop, still soaking up milk with a super absorbent paper towel. She lets out a scoff and looks up at Caitlyn from the floor.

“Yeah, I'm well aware.”

Caitlyn goes to crouch down, but Vi makes a vague gesture for her not to.

“Don’t milk up your dress for no reason. I’ve got this. Just go enjoy your tea.”

Caitlyn puts her hands on her hips, as if she’s going to object. Vi looks up at her, dark eyes hidden slightly through her eyelashes. Unconsciously, Caitlyn sucks in a hot, shaky breath. Fuck, she thinks, she looks good on her knees. She shakes the thought away as quickly as it came, and pulls the mug into her hand. Not because Vi told her to, no not at all. But because she was ready to retire to her room with a cup of tea and zero butches on their knees with gazes as intense as hers.

“Fine,” she says, not unlike a spoiled child.

Caitlyn does exactly as she’d thought to do. She retreats into her room, and sips on her tea like it’s somehow going to sustain her livelihood. She makes every intention to study, even briefly before going to bed. But her entire body is alive, frustrated, and pretty much zooming with excess energy. Not the kind that makes you want to sit and write the same passages over and over again. She sits at her desk, and she can’t study. She tries to pace with a book in her hand, and she can’t study. Finally she relents to laying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember data structures and algorithms she’d learnt previous. Her mind clicks through various images of computer screens, lecture halls and pre-recorded content but it’s easily distracted by the almost nagging thoughts at the back of her brain. Thoughts of hands on her soft skin. Thoughts of her arched back pressing against someone larger behind her. Thoughts of a hand holding her cheek, and sliding a thumb between her lips.

The thoughts are brief. So impossibly brief, but in just a few moments she’d gone from tracing algorithms in the air with her finger to reaching into the waistband of her underwear. What she finds is wetness that cascades between her legs, far more than typical. Typically, she’d reach for her phone, play some sort of filthy audio and video and then regret having watched it at all. But this time she was able to play out those filthy scenarios just by mere thought. What she thought about was being pulled across the sheets by two rough hands, legs held open at her knees as a warm cheek trailed the insides of her thighs before settling on the warm bud in the centre. Caitlyn uses her fingers, imagining her fingertips were the warm, needy tongue of a lover enjoying her taste and scent. Each gentle swirl of her fingers sends pleasure that ricochets throughout her entire body. She doesn’t let out a moan. She would never, not in a place like this, and not with such determined fingers and a mind that was craving, desperate for the final release. But god, does her breathing start to quicken. Her hot chest thumping along with heart as she grows closer and closer.

Her eyes widen when she finds the spot that turns her insides lava like, pleasure burning through her core. She was begging for release against her own fingers, which grew more furious with each quickened flick. Her eyes clench as she grows closer, a second hand reaching down to trace circles at her entrance. She bites down in her bottom lip, trying to keep her mouth closed from making those needy pants. And then she pushes two slender fingers inside, imagining they were the larger finger of a beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman with tattoos.

Caitlyn widens her legs to push her fingers deeper.

A beautiful woman with calloused hands.

Caitlyn arches her back as she feels her orgasm draw near.

A beautiful woman with rippling muscles.

Caitlyn starts to cum.

Then she sees Vi, with short pink hair and muscles and tattoos and calloused hands, looking up at her from between her legs as her hot tongue dives against her pussy. Caitlyn comes fiercely, body shaking and legs trembling as she finds releases against her own fingers. But as quickly as she came, does she pull her fingers away and out of her. Immediately, her palms are hiding her pink cheeks and panting face.

Holy shit, I want Vi to fuck me.