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Vi laid stretched out on the living room couch, fiddling with the remote and waiting for Caitlyn to come and join her. She flicked through their list of most recently watched shows and settled on one, but wanted to wait for Cait’s input before starting. 

Vi heard the shuffling of socked feet return to the room, so she scooched over onto one cushion, making room for her love. It wasn’t until Vi took a proper good look at Caitlyn’s downcast face that she grew somewhat concerned. 

“What’s wrong, bubby?” Vi asked, trying not to prod. 

Caitlyn fiddled with the end of her sweater sleeves. They were far too long even for her arms, but that’s how Caitlyn liked to wear most of her casual clothes; oversized and extra comfy. 

“S’ nothing.” Caitlyn mumbled as she plopped herself next to Vi. 

“Mmm, that look on your face doesn’t look like nothing.” Vi teased.

Caitlyn groaned and flopped her head dramatically into Vi’s lap, her palms covering her face. She made a sort of incoherent noise that sounded like annoyed grumbling. 

“I didn’t catch that, babe.” Vi said.

Caitlyn exhaled, obviously frustrated and upset. Vi gently petted Caitlyn’s head, running her fingers through silky blue hair, hoping that the motion was more soothing than overstimulating. In a quiet, almost hesitant voice Caitlyn spoke. 

“I started my period.” Caitlyn curled herself up, tucking her knees in as close to her chest as possible.

“Oh-” Vi’s caretaker instincts kicked in as she put the puzzle pieces of the last week together. “Do you-” 

“And it fucking hurts.” Caitlyn blurted, cutting Vi off accidentally. 

“Like really bad. Like why do cramps have to feel like this!? It isn’t fair, it hurts so bad I can basically feel it in my toes. And I am wearing a pad, so it feels like there’s a fucking yacht inbetween my legs right now which is the better alternative because have you read about the shit that can happen when you leave a tampon in too long? Yeah, no, I am not taking any chances with that. God, fuck and my boobs. My boobs hurt so bad, Vi. They’re so sensitive that even wearing a sweater is bothering me because it feels so scratchy and forget about my bras right now, they don’t even fit so I’ve just had annoyingly uncomfortable fabric on all day. No wonder I’ve been so bloody bloated all week…” 

Vi let Caitlyn rant, all while she offered an occasional hum of agreement or head nod. She understood, really, periods were at best inconvenient, and at worst, a literal nightmare.

“Fuck and I am so horny. Like so, desperately horny.” Caitlyn complained, rolling on her back and bringing her hand to her forehead to feign desperation.

That made Vi giggle a little as she cuddled Caitlyn lovingly. “I’m sorry babe, that really sucks.” Vi pressed a gentle kiss to Caitlyn’s forehead. “Is there anything I can get you? Naproxen? Hot water bottle? Wanna pick what we watch tonight?” 

Vi watched as Caitlyn pondered the suggestions, her brows furrowed and scrunched out of frustration most likely. Caitlyn’s thinking face was cute, and Vi just wanted to kiss it right off of her.

“Can you rub my tummy?” Caitlyn’s baby blue eyes looked at Vi, pleading. Caitlyn was an excellent shot but her puppy dog eyes were just as dangerous of a weapon as her rifle. The request had Vi scrambling to shift positions on the couch, pulling Caitlyn up into her lap.

Once settled with her legs around Vi’s waist, Caitlyn slumped down, resting her forehead in the crook where Vi’s shoulder met her neck. With a little squeeze around her waist, Vi hugged Caitlyn in towards her. She slotted her hand in between them, rubbing Caitlyn’s abdomen over her sweater. 

“Mmm, feels nice.” Caitlyn melted into the touch, rubbing her face on Vi’s shoulder. 

“Yeah?” Vi attentively massaged the area, conscious of every inhale and exhale from her girlfriend. 

Caitlyn shifted her weight slightly, lifting up her sweater to expose her stomach. “Under.” She whispered, and Vi happily followed her direction. 

Caitlyn’s skin was so soft, it felt like Vi’s rough palms were sliding against the finest silk. And she was warm, practically radiating heat which Vi was happy to soak up. 

Vi took her time, circling Caitlyn’s stomach, running her fingers closer to the waistband of grey sweats then back up and around just underneath the curve of her chest. She brushed her thumb over a little mole on the side of Caitlyn, paying particular attention to show it care and love with little massaging circles. The repetitive motion was soothing for Vi, as much as it was soothing for Caitlyn, whose breaths were deep and steady. 

Working her way around Caitlyn’s abdomen, Vi paused with her hand resting just underneath the heavy weight of one of Caitlyn’s breasts. She waited, patient, feeling Caitlyn’s ribcage expand with a sharp inhale. 

Before Vi could move back down to focus her attention on Caitlyn’s stomach, Caitlyn’s hand was reaching for Vi's, taking her wrist and forcing it upward to cup her breast in full. It brought out a wanton moan from Caitlyn’s pouty face. 

Softly, Vi kneaded the flesh, reveling in the size and how swollen Caitlyn was. So beautiful and so angelic. And her scent; she wore some sort of fancy Piltie perfume Vi didn’t know the name of, but it smelled like honey, and lavender, and something sweet and sugary. It smelled like home. Forget all about their binge night on the couch, Vi wanted nothing more than to just worship Caitlyn’s tits for the evening instead. 

“You’re so beautiful, Cait.” Vi brushed her thumb over a hardened, brown nipple, eliciting the tiniest whimper from Caitlyn. “So beautiful like this.”

She couldn’t help but press a warm kiss to Caitlyn’s exposed neck, a small gesture of thanks and trust for letting her take care of her. 

Caitlyn hummed into the kiss, tilting her chin up further as if asking for more, so Vi placed a second tentative, teasing kiss followed by the gentlest drag of her teeth. 

“Fuck, Violet.” Caitlyn cursed under her breath, as her hips instinctively thrusted forward to rub against Vi. Caitlyn’s long nails traced their way up Vi’s back and into the short buzzed undercut of Vi’s hair. She tugged, forcing Vi’s gaze up at her. 

Vi was met with darkened eyes, already fluttering closed in bliss. Caitlyn was already so aroused and so needy, in the palm of Vi’s hands, literally, falling apart already. Vi smiled, wicked and knowing that her touch was having such an effect on Caitlyn. 

Keeping eye contact, Vi’s tongue flicked out to circle Caitlyn’s nipple, caressing the peak reverently. It was a slow dance, between Vi’s hot, wet mouth, and Caitlyn’s breast. Vi took her time, like she wanted to savour every single inch of Caitlyn for as long as possible, wanting to draw out every moan one at a time.  

Moving from Caitlyn’s sensitive nipple, Vi found every single one of Caitlyn’s moles, scars, and little marks across her skin to kiss each one. To Vi, they weren’t blemishes, no, they were signs that Caitlyn was a real, beautiful goddess in front of her. A goddess who had lived and survived so much. A goddess who was strong as she was gentle. 

“Oh Violet…” Caitlyn cried out. Caitlyn threw her head back as she pressed Vi’s face into her chest. 

Vi groaned in relief, happy, almost grateful to be smothered by Caitlyn’s chest. She continued to work hard to breathe and suck with deliberately placed pressure. Pushing up Caitlyn’s breast with her hands, Vi caressed her skin, welcoming the pressure against her face. She kissed lightly in between the valley of Caitlyn’s chest, taking in all the warmth. 

“Mmm… you’re the one that tastes so good.” Vi mumbled into Caitlyn, dark and low. She followed it up with a bite, right on the swell of her chest. 

“Ah-h!” Caitlyn jerked, falling into Vi. 

Vi lapped at the bite mark, her version of an apology, feeling Caitlyn shudder underneath of her. It just spurred Vi on further to follow up her self-indulgent bites with dark purple-red blooms down the side of Caitlyn’s breast. 

Oh how lucky she was to be able to lavish Caitlyn. Every moan, every noise, felt like a gift, wrapped just for Vi. 

“You like that, baby? So pretty…” Vi sucked hard, a mix of teeth and tongue. “My pretty girl.” 

“Vi…” Caitlyn gasped, her hips twitching forward. She arched into Vi’s mouth. Pressing Searching. Helpless.

“It’s all right baby, you can rub yourself on me.” Vi pulled back with a wet pop, one hand moving lower to grab Caitlyn’s waist, the other rolling a tender nipple between her pointer and thumb. Vi encouraged the slow rocking of Caitlyn’s hips on one of her muscular thighs. 

“Let me take care of you, and you just focus on making yourself feel good, yeah?”

“Uh-uh,” Caitlyn shook her head. “B-bedroom.” She followed it up with a moan, all high and needy, and a tug at the base of Vi’s hair. 

Oh, Vi nearly snapped right then and there as her gaze was redirected to Caitlyn’s flushed face. She wanted to capture those parted lips with her own, to taste and to explore. Seeing Caitlyn like this… so in need of Vi, so desperate, so in love, set Vi’s own desire on fire. Wetness flooded between her legs, reminding her that Caitlyn was affecting her just as much. 

“Shit, Cait.” Vi squeezed Caitlyn’s breasts, aching nipples between her hands. Her beautiful girlfriend, being broken down into a blubbering mess with only Vi’s tongue, was almost too much to handle. 

“Yeah, yeah, bedroom.” Vi laughed softly, her own voice wrecked as she carried Caitlyn to their bedroom, excited for the long, long, long night ahead of them.