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Caitlyn shifted in the hard seat beneath her, the metal creaking with her weight as she nervously watched a dark opening where the athletes were bound to walk out any minute.

“YEAH!” A scratchy voice screamed loudly beside Caitlyn,  despite no appearance of her sister. Powder was her name, a real fire cracker of a girl. With bright, unforgettable blue hair and pale skin, she didn’t look like Violet as much as Caitlyn had thought she would. 

Grinning at the girl’s enthusiasm, Caitlyn resumed her careful watch for the red haired woman. The air was humid, but cold, obvious in the way the crowd had on layers. Excited chatter filled the large room, everyone waiting for the events to begin. Jayce was supposed to be here by yesterday but he had gotten caught up with work; she knows he would’ve been starry eyed at all the decorations, the large expanse of water that glittered up, illuminating the fans’ faces. 

She sighed. Leave it to him to get dragged into some science project, and rather than come back to it so he could visit her at the Olympics, Jayce had quickly jumped at the opportunity. It might have something to do with one such scientist named Viktor, although Caitlyn wasn’t going to ask him to confirm. Jayce wouldn’t give up that information so easily, so she had some digging to do. 

Right as she opened up instagram to stalk an important individual, the shrill woosh! of confetti being released above the crowd sounded. Caitlyn’s eyes shot up and her body moved with the crowd, jumping to attention to catch a glimpse of the world’s best athletes.

The semi-finals had gone well with both Caitlyn and Violet passing with flying colors, thank goodness, and so with only the real competition left, Caitlyn had little to do but train, train, and train. Aim, lock, shot. Aim, lock, shot. Reload . She revealed in the constant repetition, loving how she knew exactly what to expect, but with Violet? The unusual, spur-of-the-moment girl, well, she threw Caitlyn for a loop. The blue haired shooter found herself drawn to the other’s weird, infectious personality, welcoming the chaos into her life that was Violet Vanderson.

And now here she was, sitting in the stands when she knew damn well she should be practicing at the range (her mother’s order, Caitlyn would never be good enough if she didn’t train every second she was awake), with Violet’s family. 

“Let’s go, Ekko!” The father, a towering hunk of a man, bellowed and clapped his hands loudly. In Caitlyn’s racing thoughts, she had missed the first few swimmers getting introduced. The announcers had moved onto calling out the Americans, two names being prattled off before one she recognized hit her ears.

“That’s him!” Powder tugged her arm and pointed to a large screen. “That’s my bo—my friend!”

Caitlyn filed away the slip up for later, knowing that Violet would probably eat it up. The American had told her all about her sister and Ekko’s little thing, not that either of the two would come clean, still denying it to this day. Powder had stiffened, waiting for Caitlyn’s reaction, but she had a mean poker face. Content that Caitlyn hadn’t noticed, Powder returned to her cheering.

Enlarged, the tan face of Ekko emerged for everyone to see. The Americans around them pounded their feet into the metal, roaring and waving their flags to show their support. Warmth swelled in Caitlyn’s chest at all the love Violet’s friend was receiving, joining their screams of “Fuck ‘em up!”

The last swimmer was called out and the crowd sat back down. “Violet’s event is next,” One of the brothers, Claggor she thinks, leaned out to look at Caitlyn. “Ekko goes first because he’s backstroke. After all of the backstroke people go, butterfly is next.”

Even though she had read the pamphlet detailing all the events, Caitlyn nodded and sent him a gracious smile. “Thank you.” 

She turned her attention back to the pool, where the swimmers had jumped into the water. They bobbed back up like cranberries in a lake, coming to the surface where they immediately went into position. Hands gripped the bar attached to the starting block tightly, raising their bodies up and out of the water. All of the swimmers had their heads tucked in towards their chest, energy rippling over their taut muscles. The room, once bursting with thudding and shouting, was so quiet Caitlyn swore she could hear her breath.

This silence, this quiet, she was used to. It surrounded her, blanketing her and raising her awareness as she sharpened her eye on the bullseye. It brought a sense of ease, calmness enveloping her body, but this? This silence was nerve wracking.

“Swimmers, take your mark.”

Caitlyn was holding her breath.

Beep!

The swimmer’s heads flung back. Caitlyn watched as they disappeared from view, pumping their legs and rolling their bodies under the water. Then, one by one the tip of their cap broke the surface, then their foreheads, then their noses, until their front was fully on top of the water. Ekko and another man from Australia were the last to come up, spanning at least half of the pool before they joined the others in thrusting their arms back behind them. 

Despite their late entrance in Caitlyn’s mind, Ekko and the other man…looked like they were actually ahead! 

“EKKOOOO!” Powder screeched beside her, waving a big picture of the white-haired man’s head back and forth. “GO! GO! GO!”

Violet’s sister chanted with each stroke, encouraging her friend to push faster. And faster did he go!

Caitlyn watched as Ekko put himself in front of the other athletes, his pace only slightly faster but making the world of a difference.

Before she knew it, it was over. Ekko, first place with a time of 4 minutes, 4 seconds, and .95 milliseconds. 

The people around her exploded. “We did it! We won!”

The Vandersons were ecstatic, a fierce blush of happiness dusting Powder’s face as Claggor patted her back, Mylo hurling his fist in the air with a victorious scream.

“Go Ekko!” Caitlyn caterwauled, her voice cracking at the sudden outburst. No one heard it over the millions of fans crying and celebrating thankfully, and she smiled.

By the time the next event was starting, Caitlyn’s throat was hurting from all the shouting she had been doing. She rubbed her throat, swallowing dryly, and searched for her water bottle. Not grasping the familiar shape, Caitlyn eventually spotted it down the stadium stairs, most likely knocked over by fans' excitement. 

‘Noooo,’ She thought, sighing and accepting defeat. Then, a pale hand held out a small, plastic water bottle. 

“Thirsty?” Powder asked with an arched eyebrow. Nodding, Caitlyn took the water gratefully. She took a few sips, deciding to conserve it seeing as Caitlyn was sure Violet was going to win. She really needed her throat to work, for more reasons than one, so she was going to treat this water like it was the last one she was going to get for the foreseeable future.

“They’re starting.” The father, Vander as he had introduced himself, nudged his children. “Look.”

On screen, a French woman with short blonde hair had just finished being introduced. It seems all the swimmers were either long and muscular, or short and built. There were no in betweens, no regular height individuals. This girl had legs so long Caitlyn thought she might actually have a girl taller than her. 

After the warm welcome, she eventually stepped to her lane near the outskirts. The swimmers coming out did not go to the lane beside the person that had gone before them, instead they picked lanes that appeared random to Caitlyn. One went to lane 1, then the next woman went to lane 6! 

She couldn’t pinpoint where Violet would end up. She gathered her jacket, thrown haphazardly onto her lap during Ekko’s win, and hopped to her feet. Based on Vanderson's buzzing energy, Violet was bound to appear soon.

“...Representing the United States of America, Violet Vanderson!”

Her body surged forward at the name, drawn to the girl like Violet was the cure to all ailments. With her name called, a head of red hair teased from the shadows. Like she had been pushed out, Violet jogged into frame, a lazy smirk on her face. 

Caitlyn’s stomach twisted, sending tingles up her spin as the camera zoomed in on the woman. The small tattoo underneath her big, puppy eyes. The tiny scar, although pixelated to the max, visible to those who knew it was there. Her lips stretched in that mocking grin, oh, Caitlyn could see that clearly. She had that same smirk between her legs, telling her to open her eyes like a good girl—

“Violet!” Powder’s yell shook her out of her thoughts. Flames dancing on her cheeks, Caitlyn returned to her cheering. Violet sauntered over to the block, thigh muscles rippling underneath the light, and Caitlyn loved this look on her. Egotistical men? Gross, get them away.

Egotistical women? Well, Caitlyn knew they had to work for it, so the ego was well deserved. 

All the swimmers were called and once again, the athletes climbed onto the starting blocks. This time, a swirling mass of anxiety formed in her gut. Her head began to scream as the announcer called out his warning and she realized she couldn’t take a full inhale, so focused on the American girl.. 

Lungs begging for air, she let out a woosh of breath before greedily sucking more in. Powder didn’t even flinch beside her. She was just as nervous as Caitlyn.

Beep!

Caitlyn watched as Violet’s body, not as tall as some of the others but certainly as strong if not stronger, launched forward above the water. 

Lean thigh muscles stretched as Violet extended her body, tucking her head in between her arms which were stretched above her in a diamond. Her start was powerful and she got a good bit far out before she broke the surface, sliding into the water with a splash. Like Ekko and the other swimmer had done, Violet and a few others took their time underwater. The girl in lane 6 had surfaced earlier, both her arms coming out of the water from behind and thrusting forward in front of them. However, as the other swimmers and Violet began to resurface and join lane 6, it was clear that staying under water helped a lot, making you go faster.

Violet and the woman beside her were racing, going head to head. Butterfly, they had called it, was the hardest stroke out of the four. You not only had to have good breath control, as Violet had explained, but also strength in all parts of your body. Your core was the biggest thing; all you did during butterfly was, technically, body roll. Doing the worm. 

But, imagine doing it against the resistance of the water, pushing and shoving against your form.

Caitlyn didn’t know how she did it.

“She’s on her last lap,” Powder pointed to lane 5. Caitlyn had to give her credit, despite slowing down slightly Violet was still attacking the water with a ferocity. 

“Go!” The deep voice of Vander rang in her ears. She glanced over at Violet’s father who had his hands cupped over his mouth, shouting everytime Violet came up to the surface. “Go!”

Beside her, Powder and her brothers stirred restlessly, spurred on by their father’s chants. They joined in, the Vandersons now a cacophony of voices blending together to form one, loud shout. Powder’s blue eyes met her own, crinkled with a beaming smile. Caitlyn couldn’t help but scream out loud with them.

A buzzer!

Caitlyn watched as Violet in lane 5 and the girl in lane 4 went head to head (or stroke for stroke, but that sounded odd). Because of how far away their seats were, Caitlyn couldn’t make out who was ahead. Similarly to Ekko’s race, the two women kicked and swept their arms frantically, the race closer than the others she had seen.

Caitlyn was on her feet, eyes glued to Violet’s form. She looked about a hair away from being in front of the other girl. 

“VIOLET VANDERSON,” Powder stood on top of her seat. People grumbled behind her, not that anyone could really hear them, but the girl stood tall. “FINISH THAT BITCH!”

Caitlyn agreed with her, although she would have never used the vulgar language Powder had, and simply yelled out a “Yes!” in encouragement.

With one stroke away from the wall, she looked up at the time board. 

The world stood still, the screams fading, as Catilyn sent all her energy towards the girl in the pool. ‘You got this! Push! Push! PUSH! ’ She willed, fingers crossed tightly.

And…

Lane 5: 2.02.28

Then,

Lane 4: 2.02.64

The stands around her shook. Blindly, she realized her mouth had fallen open. 

Had Violet just…?

“SHE FUCKING WON,” Powder was jumping up and down. Claggor had Mylo by the waist, picking the skinny boy up and swinging him side to side in the limited space they had. “I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE WOULD!”

Caitlyn could do nothing more than shout ‘yes!’s over and over, leaning into Powder’s suffocating hug. 

But nothing could have prepared her for Vander who, with his arms the size of a damn wall column, sweeped his kids and subsequently Caitlyn into a massive embrace.

“She did it,” Vander said, voice heavy with warmth and love. “My girl, I always knew she would.”

Caitlyn’s heart felt like it was going to burst with how much pure admiration Violet’s family expressed towards her. She had never gotten to experience love at this level. Her mother, while strict and stern, certainly did love her; but in such an open, obnoxious way? With screaming, hooting, jumping, and crying?

Never.

It was a soft glance, a muffin left on her desk after a late night, a quick smile. 

It was a “I got this for you” , or “I thought you would look good in this” .

Never “I knew you would do good” , never “My girl, my strong, strong girl” .

Pushing away the sadness that threatened her eyes, Caitlyn instead revelled in the happiness Violet’s family shared. They invited her in with no questions, which is not something Caitlyn’s parents (at least her mother) would have done, especially since Caitlyn has known Violet what, a week? A week and a half?

Either way, she allowed them to drag her down to the area meant for families of the winning olympians. Caitlyn knew damn well she had no business being here, she was barely Violet’s friend if they really thought about it, but Powder’s iron grip on her arm offered no room to escape. 

“They’re about to do awards, let’s see if we can sneak to the front,” Powder whispered deviously. She eyed the front where a gate was put to clearly keep other people out. 

“Um,” Caitlyn shook her head. “I do not think that is a good idea, Powder.”

Said girl rolled her eyes and shrugged, not stopping her fast walk towards the entrance. “And?”

Caitlyn bit back a scathing reply, one along the lines of “You are so dead if you get me disqualified from the Olympics for some little trick”, instead setting her shoulders and forcing Powder into a slower stride. 

The younger girl struggled, but eventually she gave in and walked three paces less than what she had been walking at. 

The announcer was just about to give Ekko his medal when Caitlyn and Powder made it to the front. From this angle, you could see the podium and athletes much clearer than from the stands. There were still masses of people scattered about, coaches, first aid, spectators, athletes, everywhere you looked there would be a group of humans.

“—Second place for the United States of America!”

Powder attempted to scream again, only a rasp falling out. She frowned, slapping her throat lightly, before trying again. Seeing that her voice was only going to get worse, Powder rolled her eyes and began to cheer gruffly for her friend. 

After Ekko had gotten his award, it was Violet’s turn.

The rest of the Vanderson’s had caught up, piling in behind Caitlyn and Powder. Mylo playfully shoved his sister to the side, taking her spot before Powder retaliated. The two rough housed, arguing nonsensically until Vander reached over and smacked both of them.

“Enough, watch,” He grunted. “Your sister is about to be up.”

A camera panned their way and Catilyn ducked, moving to place Claggor in front of her. If anyone deserved to be recognized in relation to Violet, it should be her actual family. Not a random hookup.

“And first place for the 200 Meter butterfly…Violet Vanderson, from the United States of America!”

The red haired girl, now dressed in warm up clothes, stepped up to the first place position. As if in slow motion, Caitlyn watched as her hair, still wet from the pool, dripped slightly onto the attendant’s hand as Violet took the gift from them.

She watched as grey eyes widened, as if Violet couldn’t believe it herself, as the gold medal was draped over her neck. Caitlyn remembered the first time she placed vividly. If she could go back and watch herself, she probably looked pretty similar to how Violet looked currently. 

Violet’s smirk, egotistic and cocky, had dissolved into a shy, but bright, smile. A genuine thing, one that made Catilyn’s tummy tickle. 

“Wow,” Powder fake cried, but Caitlyn could see the sheen of tears in her blue gaze. “How moving…When we goin’ to eat, we’ve gottt to celebrate.”

Chuckling at Powder’s swift change in topic, Vander wrapped an arm around his youngest daughter. “Later, Powder. Let’s let Violet come to us.”

They relocated to a more private area, well, as private as you could get at the Olympics, near the photographers and interviewers. The winning athletes would have to walk through the crowd of people shouting questions, camera shoved out in their faces, before they could get to their friends and family. 

Caitlyn was used to it; however, she was quickly reminded that this was not everyone’s hundredth time coming to the Olympics when she saw the confused and irritated looks of the Vandersons. 

Seeing this as her time to take the lead, she gently tugged Powder further down where the line of interviewers ended. There were already about nine families milling about, waiting for their star athletes. 

“Now, we wait. She’ll come through those doors most likely,” Caitlyn pointed to where a large, grey door was. “—and then she can get to us.”

“Does she have to talk to all those people?” Powder grumbled, eyeing a jabbering newscaster with hate. “Because if she does, we’re never getting out of here.”

Caitlyn shook her head. At her first few Olympics, the British girl had gladly spoken to the interviewers and any one that called out to her. She had always been told to behave nicely when in public, especially in front of cameras, by her mother, so telling the interviewers no was not an option in her mind. However, as the years went by, she grew to despise the stupid, surface level questions and soon sped past the line of people. She often ran to Jayce, who would hide her until they got back to her temporary apartment in his large coat, before drinking themselves into a stupor.

The interviewers suddenly erupted into an explosion of chatter. 

“Violet! Can I get a moment!”

“Violet Vanderson!”

“Miss America, over here!”

Caitlyn groaned out loud, not even attempting to hide her disdain for this part of winning. Violet stepped out from the door, Ekko’s lean form peering out from behind her. Caitlyn held back a laugh at their shocked faces, clearly not expecting the crowd that greeted them.

Violet’s mouth had twisted into a grimace, Ekko’s smile falling into an almost fearful expression, before finally processing what was going on. A coach whispered something to the two and they laughed, relaxing their bodies and stepping out from the doorway. Violet scanned the room, observing just how many people were begging for her attention, before landing on Caitlyn’s form, tucked snuggly between Claggor and Powder. She gave a slight smile, eyes crinkling at Caitlyn’s appearance.

“Hey…” She saw Violet's mouth move but it was quickly drowned out.

“Ekko! Mr. and Mrs. America!”

“Over here, I promise, I got something good for ‘ya!”

They watched as Ekko and Violet made their way down, occasionally stopping to answer questions. The duo moved together, only replying if the other joined in, and ignoring interviewers that the other kept walking past. 

Then, Ekko got stopped by a woman. She had grasped a small section of his sleeve, pulling him back towards her as her mouth flew open with questions. Powder’s body hardened beside her and Caitlyn swore she heard a growl. She moved closer to Claggor should Powder make a rash decision. Caitlyn honestly expected Violet to grab Ekko, freeing him from the lady’s clutches, but instead the red haired girl made a beeline towards them. 

“Hey,” She heard faintly. Violet was close now, close enough that Caitlyn could see the wet stains the water droplets had made. 

The Vandersons surged forward, pairs of arms open wide for Violet to fall into. 

“Vi—”

“Violet Vanderson!”

The small form of a woman blocked their view. Great, another one.

Before anyone could say anything, the woman was already shoving a camera in Violet’s face. “Great run out there! I would say that’s almost a world record right there!”

Violet’s look of disgust was replaced by false happiness, giving the woman a pinched grin. “Great swim , but, yeah, thanks. Next Olympics, I promise. I’ll get better, just wait!”

The lady opened her mouth to let loose another flood of fake compliments but was abruptly cut off by the swimmer herself. 

“Look, I’m tired. I’ll catch you later.”

Despite the smaller woman blocking her way, Violet managed to wiggle past her and into the waiting arms of her family. 

“Vi,” Vander said warmly, Violet’s face tucked in between the juncture of his shoulder and neck. “You did so good out there. I’m so proud of you.”

Violet gave him a small thanks, and Caitlyn could tell it meant a lot. Her eyes were turning glassy, a clear sign of tears, and she quickly rubbed them away on her father’s shirt. 

“Sis! You kicked ass! You killed that blonde bitch, she was barely hanging on!”

Violet made her rounds, each family member congratulating her and giving her tight hugs. Ekko eventually joined them, finally free from the interviewer’s spotlight, and also went through the Vanderson Circle of Positive Affirmations.

By the time Violet had made it to Caitlyn, they had migrated to the far back. Thankfully, they were far enough that Caitlyn could barely hear the interviewers and the click of the cameras, so she heard Violet when she plainly said, “Well, cupcake . What’d you think?” The red head’s voice was dripping with a fake sweetness, teasing her. Violet knew she looked good, beads of water making a trail down the tan skin of her neck. Caitlyn wanted to lick it up. 

She looked over Violet’s shoulder, where the Vandersons were crowded around a cheerful Ekko. Good , no one watching. 

Ensuring the coast was clear, Caitlyn’s hand shot out to twist itself in Violet’s obnoxious USA shirt. 

“What are yo—”

Caitlyn forced the shorter girl towards her. Their lips, Caitlyn’s wet with chapstick and Violet’s chapped from the chlorine, met with a fury, the blue haired girl’s pent up frustration from seeing Violet look so dreadfully delicious in her competition swim suit bursting forth. Violet’s protest died on her tongue, her worn body melting into Caitlyn’s form.

She nudged at Vi’s upper lip and Violet opened her mouth slightly, a tease like always. Caitlyn paid no heed, slipping her tongue into the other’s with a flick. 

Caitlyn pulled away, not missing the way Violet’s eyes followed her hand as she wiped the spit away from her lips. 

“Oh?” Violet asked, pressing into Caitlyn’s front.

The taller girl shrugged, a playful look in her blue eyes. “What? That’s what I thought about it.”

They stood there, the air brewing with tension, but it was broken by Powder’s loud whine. 

“I’m hungry.” She rubbed her stomach dramatically. Violet turned towards her sister, rolling her eyes. “Okay, Powpow, we get it. There’s this nice sushi restaurant near town, let’s go there.”

Caitlyn’s face definitely didn’t light up because she had shown Violet that restaurant. Certainly not. 

After a rambunctious dinner with an arguing Powder and Ekko, as well as a teasing Violet (if that hand crept up her thigh one more time, she didn’t know what she’d do), Caitlyn was tired. She had been at practice since 6am, the swimming competitions by 1pm, and then a long three hour dinner at 8pm. She needed to sleep!

But when the door closed to her apartment, and when her layers upon layers hit the floor, when Violet’s warm form slid up behind her, wrapping strong arms around her middle, well , sleep seemed to evade her. 

Violet was kissing hot, wet kisses up her back all the way to her nape when Caitlyn put a hand on her cheek. The red hair girl had stopped, looking up at Caitlyn with confusion swirling in those grey eyes of hers. 

“Let me,” Caitlyn murmured, taking Violet’s hand off her and pushing the shorter girl towards the door. Violet’s back hit it with a thud and she raised an eyebrow questioningly, though she said nothing.

Plan already in mind, Caitlyn took the lead and began to do the same thing Violet had done to her. Starting right behind her ear, Caitlyn placed small kisses around her throat, moving down until she got to that stupid jacket. “Take this off.”

“Yes ma’am ,” The long draw of Violet’s accent made Caitlyn quiver. She let out a soft moan, nipping at the offending shirt underneath Violet’s other stupid layer. Need suddenly pulsing through her, Caitlyn pulled at what she could and soon enough, Violet was there in all her glory. 

In Vi’s instagram pictures, she always looked rather flat chested. Even when she’s in a bathing suit (usually a one piece or a loose t-shirt and shorts), the red head didn’t look more than a B cup. Not that Caitlyn minded, she was more of an ass kind of girl, but that first time they had fucked? She had been very surprised to see plump mounds spilling out of a sports bra. 

“ ‘comp suit is super tight,” Violet had explained later with an indignant grunt, like Caitlyn’s innocent question had offended her. “And I wrap that shit. Makes it easier to move around.”

Even now, Caitlyn was amazed. Violet had a blush dusting her cheeks but her body language screamed “ eat me ”. The muscular woman had an arm tucked behind her head as she rested on the door Caitlyn had pushed her into, head cocked to the side. 

No! It was her turn, she wasn’t going to let that sly grin take over. 

Not one to give up so quickly, Caitlyn resumed her motions, tentatively taking a breast in one hand, massaging it almost, while the other moved to tangle itself into red locks. The blue haired girl had discovered that the harder she tugged, the more grit she put into her voice, the rougher she handled the other? The louder , the more drawn out , the thicker Violet’s moans.

Caitlyn twisted the strands through her fingers, looping it to get a secure grip, and yanked Vi’s head back. The effect was immediate. A surprised cry left her bitten lips and her back arched, pushing herself into Catilyn’s ever present hands. 

“ Mhmm ,” Caitlyn cooed. She let her breath fan over Violet’s ear, watching as the other girl trembled with want. She wanted to try something, if Vi got riled up from her dominance she might truly enjoy this . 

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Moving like she wanted to break her personal Olympic record, Violet dropped down onto the floor with a loud thud. Caitlyn didn’t hold back her chuckle, amused at the other’s eagerness.

She placed her hand on the top of Violet’s head like the other was a child, like Violet was utterly helpless. Caitlyn saw grey eyes with pupils absolutely blown, Violet’s breath coming in quick pants. The shorter girl didn’t just enjoy this, no , she fucking loved being told what to do. It was funny, seeing someone so strong and built, unlike the sculpted muscles of Caitlyn’s own form, practically begging at her feet. 

Before long, Caitlyn switched their positions so she could lean her back on the door. She had a pale leg draped over Violet’s shoulder, foot curled from the immense pleasure being forced upon her. Violet was eating her out like her life fucking depended on it, horrifyingly embarresing slurps and wet noises filtering through the room. 

Caitlyn didn’t care, instead she pushed Violet’s face into her heat harder, the other girl’s muffled moan sending sparks up her spine. 

“Oh, aren’t you just a darling.” The blue haired girl panted. “Shouldn’t I be on the floor, hm? You did well today, I should be rewarding you .”

Violet whimpered in response, rocking her own hips into nothing at Caitlyn’s words. The redhead had no problem being squished between the paler girl’s thighs, chin dripping with slick, but she could use a hand or two…or a mouth. 

“Oh, honey .” The pet names were rolling off her tongue without a thought, she couldn’t help herself. She was drunk off of the volatile energy that was Violet, swimming in the other girl’s deep, grey eyes. “You’re doing so well, such a good girl. ”

Violet gasped and Caitlyn couldn’t do it anymore, she just had to indulge the red head. She shoved the other girl away with a low growl of “Get on the bed”, in which Violet wobbly stood up on jello legs, almost tripping in her quest to obey Caitlyn’s command.

Caitlyn took her time, watching as Violet flopped down onto her back, thick arms stretched above her head. The red head looked angelic, a demon disguised as an angel with those fiery locks and scarred lip, and Cait began towards Vi.

“Caitlyn…” Came the heavy voice from the bed. “Come here.”

A smirk played on her lips but she obeyed, moving to stand over the girl. Her form shadowed Violet, taking up all of the other’s vision. And Caitlyn, the heat pooling between her legs reignited at the sight, got to work.

It wasn’t until Vi’s legs were cinching Caitlyn’s head into her pussy that a hand managed to grip blue locks. Considering just how bad Caitlyn tugged at Violet’s strands, she had no reason to snap at her. But, remembering just how much Violet loved when Caitlyn got mean, the girl reached up to pinch a tan thigh. 

“Oh!” Violet yelped, offending hand moving to touch the spot Caitlyn had abused. 

Caitlyn smirked, pushing her tongue flat and drawing Vi back into a whine. “Touch my hair again and you will be punished.”

Violet’s mouth opened up to protest, because is Caitlyn really one to be talking, but it was cut off as Caitlyn dug back into her enthusiastically. One hand toyed with Violet’s sensitive bud while the other reached up, up, up to roll an equally sensitive nipple.

Violet was a goner, having been on the edge for a while now, honestly since she had been between Caitlyn’s thighs; warmth gathered in her middle and she arched her back, hands gripping the sheets so tight she was scared she was going to rip it. Caitlyn’s ministrations became almost too much, body unintentionally trying to pull away.

But the taller girl, never one to give in, gathered the girl’s thighs and locked her into place. Knowing how strong Violet was, the red head could have easily pulled away. Her struggles were for show, pathetic as her moans turned into high whimpers, a tan hand reaching down for anything, anything to grab—

Caitlyn felt a hard tug on her hair.

Violet was a withering mess beneath her, little pleas of “Yes, Cait, please!” and “Oh my god” followed by a pitchy moan filling the air. Should she stick to her promise of punishment?

She glanced up to see a flushed, pink faced Violet, eyes heavy and lips parted and bitten raw. 

Tan thighs quivered from where they laid, held down by Caitlyn’s stone-like grip. 

No, Violet looked so good like this. She would let her finish, but after? That’s a different story.

When Violet came, it was like someone had seized her in their palm, stroking a finger down her back as it rounded off the bed, both of her hands now planted in blue locks to steady herself. Caitlyn swirled her tongue around the vulnerable nub as her hand moved down to thrust crooked digits into the soft heat of Violet, not letting up even when Violet was whining out a hoarse “Cait, oh !” and attempted to pull the blue haired girl off. 

Finally Caitlyn drew away, planting a wet kiss on Violet’s middle. Both of their chests heaved, breathless from their activities. When Violet looked like she was at least 75% coherent, Caitlyn decided to move in. She wrapped her hands right back onto Vi’s thighs, hoisting her up and flipping her. 

“Wait, are you— Caitlyn!”

Smack!

“Be a good girl and sit still . The more you move, the more you’ll get .” Catilyn growled, soothing the reddening spot. Violet was trying to push up onto her hands, as if to get away, but Caitlyn smacked a hand down quickly. She shoved the red head into the tangled sheets, keeping the pressure there for a second so that Violet got the message to stay put.

And she did, like the darling she was, and Caitlyn continued her punishment. She didn’t smack hard, not as hard as she might have in the past when she didn’t know the right way to deliver pleasure versus pain, but it stung nonetheless. 

By the time she was done with Violet, the girl had tears cascading down her cheeks. “Honey,” Caitlyn’s voice was sweet like sugar. “I do apologize. However, now you know to listen when I tell you not to do something.”

Violet didn’t say anything, but pushed her head into Caitlyn’s palm. The two sat there for a minute, Caitlyn rubbing the sore spots gently. The occasional hiss would escape Vi’s lips, though she smiled and gave an affirmative when Caitlyn quietly asked if that had been okay.

Caitlyn should have made sure it was fine with Violet before she went and tore her ass up, but Violet was strong enough she could have gotten away at any time. She had at least a little faith that Violet would speak up if she didn’t like something.

“Damn, Caitlyn.” Violet said finally, rolling onto her back. She pulled Caitlyn beside her, wrapping the British girl up in strong arms. “‘Surprised me, I didn’t know you had it in ‘ya.”

“To what, put you in your place?” Caitlyn bit back, a shit eating grin on her face. A glimmer of want flickered in grey eyes but they were both exhausted: practice tomorrow and soon enough, it will be Caitlyn’s turn to compete. They should really go to bed. 

“Is that so?” She said in a horrible rendition of Caitlyn’s British accent, the lazy smirk back on Violet’s face. The girl looked more alert now, the haziness behind her eyes fading. “We’ll see about that, cupcake.”

When Violet went to practice in the morning, not that she had to but it felt good to swim in the pool without the urgency to win! Win! Win! Ekko and Loris, as well as a few other members, joined her and they did easy, haphazard laps. Every now and then she would slip under the lane lines into Ekko’s space, waiting for the right moment and then tugging! His foot so he got dragged backwards. The man would choke, sputtering to the surface with a “God damnit Vi!” but true anger was never present on his face. 

She loved this feeling, of finally getting what she wants and being able to relax. It helped that she had one of the best orgasms she’s had in ten years last night, seeing stars as she cried out Caitlyn’s name.

She blushed just thinking about what they did, the way the taller girl’s hand felt on her ass as Cait put some strength behind the hit. 

Eventually it was time to get out and Violet was quick to pull herself up from the water. Caitlyn had this ritual, according to the British girl, that before the competition she only practiced for half the time she usually did. It didn’t make sense to Violet, who would train up until, like, four hours before the competition, but hey, who was she to shit on someone else’s decisions.

That being said, Caitlyn now had the rest of the day off. Meaning, maybe Cait would take her around the city like she had promised!

Excited to spend time with the British girl, Violet hurriedly grabbed her towel from the bench. Leaning down to wipe her legs off with the smooth material of the spongy sports towel, she made the mistake of turning her back to her friends. 

The snickers were immediate. 

“Wow, Vi,” Ekko whistled. “Rough night?”

She turned around to face them, wrapping the soft material around her waist, and gave Loris (with a damn smirk on his face, although he didn’t say anything) and Ekko a hard stare.

“Shut the fuck up.”

But Ekko just laughed in that grating, obnoxious way of his, right in her face. “Kiramman’s got some hands! Your ass is red as hell.”

Her cheeks were on fire but she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of her embarrassment, so she quickly formed her grimace into a neutral expression. “You just mad you can’t have her!”

“Was never mine to begin with! I didn’t want her!” Ekko was still protesting as she turned on her heel to go into the locker room. Pushing the heavy door open, she stepped onto slick tiles until she made it in front of the tall, all encompassing mirror adorning the wall.

Turning to the side, Violet grabbed one of her ass cheeks to analyze. Was it really that bad? She hadn’t had time to really look at herself that morning, her and Cait had woken up late.

And lo and behold—a fucking handprint. It wasn’t exactly a handprint, you had to really get down and look to make out the faint finger lines, but it sure was scarlet! Even Violet’s tan skin didn’t disguise the blotched skin of her ass.

Had she been walking around like that all practice? 

She muffled a scream into her towel, closing her eyes and shaking her head as pure mortification flooded her. The knowing smiles of some of her teammates this morning now serve a different purpose, seeing as she knows why they were laughing and smirking at her.

Violet was going to have a little chat with Caitlyn later.

Violet had texted her earlier asking if she was off from training, and honestly, Caitlyn wanted to take her up on the offer to go exploring. However, her late, shit head of a best friend had finally arrived, just in time for Caitlyn’s competition tomorrow, so she had to at least pick him up and get him settled into a room.

Far away from her lodging, of course; if Jayce ever caught sight of Violet, Caitlyn was done for. She would never live it down. 

Caitlyn explained the situation to Violet, who was more than understanding albeit sad, and started off in one of her family’s personal cars. Jayce had been flown in by her parents, typical of them, and was waiting for her at the Kiramman estate. It was a good hour until they reached the countryside and Catilyn was more than happy when they finally arrived. 

Jayce, actually being prepared for once, was standing outside the embellished front porch, bag after bag littering his feet. Leave it to him to bring his whole closet. Caitlyn was glad her mother had some appointment to attend to and her father, like usual, was working at the hospital. Relief had flooded her when she realized she wasn’t going to have to spend hours talking with her mother about useless things, charters that, stupid ballrooms this. Instead, she could scoop Jayce up and take him to his lodging with ease, maybe leaving her with time to hang out with a certain redhead.

“ Caitlyn! ” The brunette had his arms wrapped around her before she could even take a breath. “I missed you!”

“I’ve been gone a month, max. It couldn’t have been that hard without me.” She chuckled, returning his hug.

He was off on a tangent about his recent science discoveries and this and that made it easy to coral him into the car. Settling in for a long ride, she let Jayce talk her ear off as he filled her in on things she might have missed in her absence. 

“Catilyn, you wouldn’t believe the kind of things Viktor can come up with. He’s a genius , you’ve gotta come meet him when the Olympics are over.”

She nodded, having caught glimpses of the mysterious man that seemed to have captured Jayce’s heart and was more than excited to meet him. “I would enjoy that, I’ll set up a lunch for all of us.”

Rolling his eyes at Caitlyn’s posh response, Jayce suddenly got a devious look in his eyes. His friend missed the glint, too focused on something on her phone to look up at him. “Who is ‘all of us?’” 

It took a second for the blue haired girl to respond and when she did she glanced up, confusion clear on her face. “What do you mean? You, me, and your friend Viktor, no?”

“Oh,” Jayce shrugged, feigning innocence. “I just assumed you’d bring a friend too.”

Sensing he was setting her up, Caitlyn’s mouth hardened. “And who would that be? What makes you say that?”

She shouldn’t have asked that. Glee erupted across Jayce’s tan face and he let out an evil cackle before thrusting his phone in front of her nose. Crystal blue eyes scanned the bright screen and her eyes narrowed, attacked by the light. 

As she finally adjusted to the onslaught of whiteness, a picture of two women hugging entered her vision. The women were wrapped around each other, the taller one slightly pushed back by the force of the other. Their lips, thankfully hidden by a red mess of hair, were clearly going at it.

“ What! ” She screeched, snatching his phone up and zooming in as if it wasn’t her in that picture. Please do not be her, please just be a look alike—

“So, American girl wins the big prize, British princess swoops in and gives her a snog ?”

She shoved Jayce hard. Him and his big shoulders slammed into the car door and he yelped, rubbing the spot with a whimper. Ugh, always the big baby. 

“Do NOT call it that!” Caitlyn scream-whispered. Her driver, used to the antics that occurred with her and Jayce, did not show any signs he had heard their squabbling. Good, that’s why her family picked these people out. 

“A-and, it was just a peck. Emotions were running high, I was excited for her—look, it was her first Gold medal!”

Caitlyn knew her justification wasn’t enough, very weak by her own standards, and Jayce knew it too because a nasty grin spread from cheek to cheek. “Oh, Caitlyn,” He laughed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You’re in a gay panic.”

Oh, she wanted to punch him right now. Caitlyn glanced down at her phone. 

Thirty-two more minutes with him. 

She was not making it out of here alive.

By the time Caitlyn was dragging herself back up to her dorm, it was 7pm. She had gotten Jayce settled into his room and yet, despite the hour he had with her in the car, he continued to talk her ear off. 

All this is said in a joking manner; if she didn’t have Jayce all those years of school and university, she didn’t know who she would be. Jayce was one of the first people who treated her like Caitlyn and not a Kiramman, the first person to bring her out of her shell. The first person to take her to a party, a real party and not those boring, ‘balls’ filled with rich, old people. 

The first one to show her Pink Whitney (ew!), the first one to give her a Marlboro Red (even worse!), the first one to hear her complain about just how sexy the foreign girls were. 

Shaking the memories off, Caitlyn pushed her door open. The knob hit the wall, now fitting into the dent Violet had left the first time they…

Yeah.

“Jeez, Cait,” A voice startled her and she dropped her bag, hand whipping to wear she would usually have her gun. Oh , except she’s in London, so no gun for her unless she’s at the arena. Instead, her phone falls out from her struggle, right onto her toes. She stifled a scream as pain radiated from her crushed foot. “You took forever, I thought you were just picking up something from your house.”

It took a second for her eyes to fully focus on Violet, spread out like a five course meal right on Caitlyn’s sheets, red locks damp from her shower. The American had a smirk on her face as if scaring Caitlyn brought joy to her life. How did she even get in, Caitlyn hadn’t given her a key!

“I was,” The blue haired girl sighed, relaxing because did it even matter how she got inside , and settled next to Vi. She cuddled up into the shorter woman’s toned body, breaths fanning across tan skin. “But that “something” was a person, one who doesn’t seem to understand I need to get into bed early tonight and not party at the club!”

She was slightly exasperated, seeing as she had to practically fight Jayce off so she could go to sleep. If he had gotten here a week ago, like he was supposed to, they could’ve already partied until they dropped! But no, the man wanted to wait until the night of her competition to go hard.

Violet didn’t say anything although a chuckle slipped from her plump lips. A thick arm wrapped around Cait’s shoulders, pulling her into Vi’s warmth, and the British girl fell into her without a comment. 

“Look, let me give you a massage.”

Caitlyn’s mouth opened to protest and, as if knowing what was going to be said, Violet cut her off. “Shower first because I know you’re going to fall asleep. Then, when you wake up you’ll feel a load better than you do now.”

Violet dragged the taller woman up, uncaring of the dead weight Caitlyn turned herself into in an attempt to stay by Vi’s warmth. She instead rolled her eyes and hurled the British girl over her shoulder, a squeal of surprise leaving the other, as Violet forced her into the bathroom. 

“I’m tireddd…” Caitlyn whined, though she didn’t have any inclination to move from the strong arms wrapped around her. Without any more complaints, she shuffled into the shower and quickly washed the day’s grime off. 

A fluffy towel, the highest quality per her mother, was soon wrapped around her chest and Caitlyn was moved into the bedroom. After not a drop of water remained on her pale skin, Violet arranged her into a position on her stomach. The sheets, silky soft from Taiwan, were a beautiful, dusty orange that felt deliciously smooth against her belly. She wiggled her hips, Violet’s hand shooting out to grasp it, and let out a tiny, breathy giggle. 

“Not now, cupcake,” Violet chuckled and Caitlyn felt lotion drip onto her back.The smell of magnolias, the sugary sweet scent infiltrating her nose, wafted around the room. “Let me help you. Big day tomorrow, can’t be tense.”

The last thing Caitlyn remembers are Violet’s hands, wide and calloused, digging into her tight shoulders. She knows she let out a groan, possibly a little moan, but as Violet worked her magic (and damn, maybe she did know a girl because where did Vi learn these techniques? It felt like she was getting a massage from Kiramman's personal masseuse) her eyelids fluttered shut.

Caitlyn was out before Violet had even reached her lower back.

“—Representing Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Caitlyn Kirammin!”

Caitlyn savored the muffled screams, the barely audible words of the announcer, the mostly quiet atmosphere, before her ear drums were shattered. Her ear plugs were nestled in her jacket pocket, ready to use whenever she needed them, but for some reason hearing the screams and chants kind of got her excited. This long in the game and people’s support still sent a wave of warmth through her.

With a deep breath, Caitlyn pushed through the doors and entered the arena.

Violet didn’t know what to expect. Sure, Powder loved guns and could often be found tinkering with the things, grease and other oils staining her fingers. But competitions? Shooting to win? 

The only thing Violet had shot was a Coke can off a pile of wood. And a stuffed animal. And a picture of her ex (she shot too low; Powder had taken the .380 from Vi’s hands and hit the photo square in that big ass forehead of hers). 

But a bullseye? Nope, never. Powder seemed to hold the same sentiments, her glowing curiosity at seeing sweet bullets fly slowly dimming into a grimace. Vi had taken her sister to gun shows before, so she was definitely expecting something crazy (especially gun shows where they live, the South gets a little wild with it).

However, as women from around the world lined up to take their chances at the “50m Rifle 3 Positions”, as stated by the big screen, and the brunette from the United States took her first shot—Violet had never seen her sister so sad.

“Why is it so quiet?” Powder yelped, pointing an accusing finger towards the athletes. “Are they shooting, even?”

Violet slapped a hand over her sister’s mouth, hissing with the fury of a thousand suns. “Shut the fuck up. Stop screaming.”

“ But —”

A piercing glare sent her way caused the blue haired girl to snap her mouth shut. Touchy, huh.

With a disappointing answer, or lack thereof, Powder slumped down into the seat sullenly. Ekko, ever the piece of shit, took Violet’s gaze towards the arena as an opportunity to squeeze her sister’s arm.

“According to Google,” He whispered and Violet wanted to pull her hair out. She was trying to watch her sexy, British, royal situationship do her thing! “—they aren’t shooting real bullets. Well, this group is, kind of. For the rifle, they use a .22 caliber round, so it’s not as loud as one of your guns.”

And damn, were Powder’s guns loud .

“Hah!” She chirped in victory like the new information proved her observations. “Knew it, suckers aren’t reallly shooting. Give me my glock and I’d—”

Violet elbowed her in the ribs, hard.

“Ouch!” Her sister stuck a green-dyed tongue out at her, having devoured a green apple slushy early. “Whatever, I bet Caitlyn couldn’t shoot my guns.”

A scathing retort in her mouth, because no , Vi knew Caitlyn could shoot whatever the hell she pleased, the British girl had told her about her extensive gun collection back at ‘her manor’, but her attention was drawn elsewhere when suddenly it was Caitlyn’s turn.

Violet shushed the rest of her family, forcing their faces towards what Vi knew was going to be a winning shot. 

Caitlyn stood to the side, right eye staring down at the target, hands positioned in front of her. Violet ignored Powder’s snicker of  “why is she holding it like that” but, although weird, she didn't know how different gun competitions were to just being a gun owner. The stance was precise, back slightly arched, feet spread to a predetermined amount, moving with a grace Violet had only glanced in passing moments. 

She was dressed in some fuck ass outfit, stiff looking attire it was, but Caitlyn managed to make it look good. The coat still hugged her tiny waist, her shooting stance showing off her curves and ass. Like all the other competitors, Caitlyn wore a hat that shielded the top of her face from the crowd. Vi remembers that Cait had told her that she wore ear plugs or something of the sorts so that the screams and shouts of the attendees didn’t mess her up. But even now, the crowd had grown silent, holding their breaths as they waited for Caitlyn to take the shot. A single blue eye, wide and attentive, Caitlyn’s body tensed, then loosened, and then there was a ‘click!’

Not quite a bullseye, but so very close. 

“Yes!” Violet shouted, pumping a fist in the air. She hadn’t been paying too much attention to how the other women had been, but Vi just knew that Catilyn had done better. Despite the cheers around her from the British fans and alike, Caitlyn’s face did not change. If anything, a slight frown began to appear on her face. Violet’s second rallying cry died in her throat, put off at Caitlyn’s lack of a response. 

They were switching positions, Caitlyn now on her stomach. Violet noticed then that, unlike the rest of the women, Caitlyn didn’t have an eyepatch covering her left eye. On all the other athletes, strips of metal or a visor covered one side of their face, supposedly ensuring their dominant eye can get the best shot. But Caitlyn and her ease at which she shoulders her gun, the deft movement of her fingers as she twiddles with some component, her natural fluidity with the weapon—she didn’t need an eyepatch. She was just that good.

Swooning internally, Violet observed the new position Cait took. Her head, blue hair wrapped up in a tight bun, rested on the stock of the rifle. Her hands supported her gun, using her elbows to provide a solid surface. Her feet were comically digging into the mat below her, finding stability in the floor. 

And she shot, the softened click of the bullet hitting…

Bullseye!

At least, that’s what it looked like to Violet. 

The deepening frown, the scrunch of dark eyebrows, the wrinkles sprinkled across her forehead, no , Caitlyn did not think so. Neither did the judges apparently, as the score did not seem as high as Violet had anticipated. She was still first place, easily by far, but Caitlyn was not satisfied. 

Blue eyes that had barely moved from the target since she stepped through those doors, darted up, up, up above Violet. She wanted to follow Cait’s gaze, confused at the girl’s sudden urge to survey some of the fans, but just as quickly, the British girl returned to her weapon. It was already time for the next position. 

In a kneeling stance, Caitlyn uses one bent leg to support her weapon. The rifle, a grey shiny mass from this far, was steadied with a quick movement, and Cait eventually rested her shooting arm onto her thigh. Looking at other competitors, Violet could see the shake from the balance and mobility required from the stance, coupled with the weight of their guns. Caitlyn showed no outward signs of a struggle, settling the rifle with ease and aiming like she was born to do so. 

Click!

Now this one, Violet knows, is a bullseye, if that wasn’t she didn’t know what a winning shot was! That had to be it!

The crowd erupted around them, signifying that for once Violet was correct. Powder, still bummed from the lackluster performance according to her, still smiled as Violet prattled on about how well Caitlyin did. On the big screen, scores began to roll out amidst the chatter.

Caitlyn Kiramman

Total Score: 1195 

Prone: 397

Standing: 395

Kneeling: 403

Violet held her breath. Then, as the numbers of the other women swam by, she released it with a sigh. She should’ve known. 

1182. 1178. 1175. 1189. 

Close, but still so far away from Caitlyn’s score. Screams with British twangs filled the arena and before she knew it, it was the medal ceremony. Violet and her family watched from the crowd as Caitlyn was given a Gold medal, a smile that didn’t truly reach her eyes donning her face. It was the smile from the stock images on Google, the tight lipped, strained smile when she was in family portraits. 

Caitlyn was not happy. 

As the crowd began to surge, heading to the restroom between the break in events or leaving all together, Violet’s family looked to her. Caitlyn had tagged along with their family all the way up to the dinner, so at least meeting Catilyn’s parents seemed to be on the list of to do for Vander. Violet hadn’t told her father about Caitlyn’s family situation, with her mother being the Duchess of the Kiramman family. She was practically royalty, no doubt surrounded by a handful of guards at all times. There was no way Caitlyn’s family would even let the Vandersons near them. 

“So,” Powder was sucking loudly on her straw, her drink having been empty for at least half an hour. “When you gonna introduce us to ya’ girlfriend’s parents, huh?”

Grey eyes met Ekko’s and the two winced. Who was going to tell them?

“I don’t think we can, guys. And she’s not my girlfriend.” Violet shrugged in an attempt to be nonchalant. Powder muttered, ‘Yeah, yeah. Sure’ but Vi continued.  “Let’s go eat, I’ll invite her to dinner, maybe she’ll show up.”

She began to coral her family, Claggor and Mylo not saying a word, Vander throwing her a questioning look, and Powder being her usual self. “Wai—What! That’s not fair, she ate with us! She looks rich, I know her family would go to some fancy-smancy restaurant.”

Ignoring her sister’s protests, she eventually gathered her siblings and father into an XXL uber (what regular car would fit her father’s massive size?); Vi pulled up a random Indian restaurant (she and Caitlyn had actually planned to eat there one day, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone that), quickly directing the driver to the address.

In the restaurant, finally comfortable in the squishy seats of the booth, Powder opened her mouth again. “Dang, I didn’t even get to see what her mama looked like. Bet she had that long ass neck like ya’ girlfriend.”

Ekko stifled a laugh but it quickly bubbled out. “Long neck? That’s the weirdest observation ever. Not even commenting on her fivehead first?”

Powder didn’t hold back her giggles and slapped the boy on the shoulder. “Oh, good one!”

Violet growled, glaring at the pair with venom. “Enough. Y’all are being mean, she’s not ugly at all.”

“We didn’t say she was!” Powder threw her hands up in submission. “...Just that she had a snake-looking neck. ‘Bout longer than Ekko’s di—”

It was Ekko’s turn to slap a hand over Powder’s mouth. Both for Violet’s sake, who looked ready to punt Ekko into the next century, and for Vander’s sake who looked like a hundred questions were on the tip of his tongue. 

“It was a joke.” The blue haired girl huffed, ripping Ekko’s hand off. “Gosh, people! Lighten up!”

“Anyways!” Violet interrupted, ready to just rip the bandaid away. Let’s just lay it on them. Grabbing her phone, she began looking up pictures knowing damn well Mylo and Powder would not believe her. “So, the reason why we couldn’t go up with Caitlyn…”

By the time she finished, evidence and all, her family was expressing a mixture of surprise (Claggor), pride (Vander), disgust (Powder, she didn’t like rich people. Understandably), and interest (Mylo, although he was probably crushing on the British girl).

“So she has, like, a fuck ton of money.” Mylo tapped his chin. He had curry sauce smeared on his chin and Violet threw a napkin his way, not that she ate any cleaner. Mylo’s interjection piqued Powder’s interest and she turned to him with a glint in her eyes. 

“I-Well, I don’t know!” And Vi really didn’t, she had never asked. Although, every time they went out, Caitlyn had shoved her card down, and the fact Caitlyn literally had her own dorm aside from the other athletes? Definitely has some spare change. “...I guess. But it may be hers, not her parents.”

Even to her ears, it sounded like a lie. Powder agreed, snickering into her palm. “Yeah, whatever, sis. That British bitch is loaded!”

Vi snapped at her to not call Caitlyn a bitch but didn’t deny her claim. She was a little bitter that Caitlyn hadn’t even answered her text about dinner, it had been about two hours at that point, and not even a like on the message. She was way more famous than Violet, she probably had a lot of people to talk to and “network with” (whatever those business men call it) with other elites. 

It made sense.

Didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Either way…She’s not my girlfriend, and even if she was, do not go asking her for money, you broke motherfuckers! Making us look poorer than we are!” 

They all laughed at that and soon, the conversation had shifted. Relaxing into her seat, muscles still tight with worry about Caitlyn but what was she even to do, Violet tried to enjoy the rest of the meal. But the talk with her family, them pointing out things she hadn’t really thought about that much, weighed heavy on her mind. 

It was 9pm.

6 hours after Violet had sent the text asking Cait if she wanted to tag along for Indian. She had thought maybe picking the one restaurant they both really wanted to go to would tempt her. 

No answer.

So, like the sucker she is, Vi had double texted her. 

Vi: I got leftovers <3 Come over later, we can share

That had been 2 hours ago. 

Still, no answer. Left on delivered.

A headache had formed earlier in the day and now that she was becoming more stressed at the situation, it blossomed into a pounding, ever encompassing hurt. Rubbing the right side of her skull, she massaged the skin as one hand blindly rifled through her sports bag. Pulling out the largest bottle of Tylenol a person could legally bring on a plane, Vi ripped the lid off and dryly swallowed two, white pills. 

“Okay,” Violet stood up, needing to do something, needing to move . “I’ll pick up around here and if she still hasn’t answered, I’m going to bed.”

Waiting a second as if a message would suddenly appear, she sighed and resigned herself to cleaning the sparse dorm. They were leaving tomorrow around 5pm, their flight a little later in the day. She wasn’t ready to part with the British girl, she wanted at least one more night cuddled up to Cait’s side like a cat, one more night to kiss her and feel those dainty fingers of Cait’s crawl up her spine. 

But, after a thirty minute “throw everything into my bags and call it a day” session and no text back, Violet knew she wasn’t going to get that time. 

“Fuck!” She groaned and sank down to her knees, the cold floor sending shocks up her feverish skin. There was no reason for this kind of reaction, they’d known each other max two weeks, but damn , if it wasn’t a lesbian love story if you didn’t want to pack up and move in with a girl you met after three days. 

Anxiety and that nasty, curling feeling of abandonment sat in her stomach and Violet sent a quick text to her sister. 

Vi: Come by my room before you leave

The girl knew her sister was hanging out with Ekko, if the “let me have the room for two hours” sent to Loris had anything to say, and she pushed past her anger at the thought of her friend and sibling getting it on. She just wanted to talk to someone. 

Slipping into the shower while she waited for Powder, she let the hot water singe her arms and chest. Her body was tight with worry, afraid that she had done something to piss Caitlyn off, or even worse, her parents had forbidden Cait to talk to her. Knowing the background Violet came from versus Caitlyn’s own prestigious family history, it made sense why the Kiramman’s didn’t want their precious daughter to be seen with someone so…broke? Poor? It just felt self-deprecating at this point. 

Violet got out before she could begin raging again. Racing to her phone, she checked to see if the blue haired woman had sent anything. 

Nothing. Nada. 

“Noo,” She practically wailed. Another situationship…

A knock at the door temporarily pulled her away from her misery and she moved to unlock it, a pink faced Powder sautnering in. 

“Dang sis, you look like shit.”

She really didn’t, as clean as could be currently, but the tense look on her face, the worry lines and scrunched eyebrows, yeah, Violet looked a little rough.

“I know,” She agreed. A beat passed, and then:  “Caitlyn isn’t answering me.”

Violet’s bluntness sent a wave of laughter tumbling from Powder’s mouth. Usually, Violet liked to keep her romantic business away from her younger sister’s ears (not that Powder gave her that same decency, she loved to tell Violet all about the men she saw. There weren’t a lot, but the ones that managed to stick around; If Violet had to hear about how nice and big Eric’s hands were again, she’d die) but tonight was just not one of those times.

“Gawd damn!” Powder exclaimed. “British bitch’s got ‘ya this fucked up? Shit , pussy must be good.”

Okay, maybe complaining to her sister wasn’t the best bet. She mulled over the idea of talking to Ekko instead of the blue haired girl, but that didn’t seem like a good option either. 

“Yes—wait, no, that’s not the reason. And, I don’t know , we’ve hung out everyday for half a month! She’s always texted me back, if not instantly within, like , 2 hours!” Violet knew she was loosing it, maybe Cait did have her fucked up.

Powder was now resting on her bed, crumpled sheets beneath her, and was openly cackling at her older sister’s despair. She had only seen Violet like this a few times. The first when her ex had cheated on her, so the crash out was understandable. The second time was when she broke her leg, rendering her unable to compete for a good half year. 

This? This was insane, even to Powder, who was known as the girl who did first, think later.

The younger girl rolled her eyes, beckoning Vi to her. “Look, how long have you known the lady?”

“...”

“Well?”

Violet had her face turned away, shame rolling off her in waves. “...Two weeks.”

“Oh my god, you’re whipped.” Powder’s laughter returned, comforting her sister going out the window. “Bitch, be so for real.”

“I know, I knowww !” Violet flopped down beside the blue haired girl. Her legs kicked out comically, frustrated beyond relief. “I’m just…sad I guess.”

“I get it,” she answered, calming down enough to pat the red haired woman on the head. “If I had an intense lesbian hookup that lasted weeks I’d be in shambles too.”

Not really the thing she wanted to hear, but feeling somewhat consoled, Violet just nodded and laid her head onto her sister’s bony ass shoulder. The pale skin brushed against Violet’s own tan cheek and she sighed, relaxing into Powder’s body. “Thanks.”

Powder gave her a side hug, weirded out by Vi’s sudden closeness but willing to be a pillow for a second. “Yeah, yeah…”

A silence enveloped them. Violet had almost drifted off to sleep when she caught Powder’s devious whisper. 

“So…Wanna hear about Ekko?”

Light filtered in from the blinds. For the first time in a while, Violet didn’t have to be up early for practice. She basked in the morning ambience, Powder’s snoring beside her cutting through the quiet every now and then, and scooted deeper into the covers.

Violet didn’t want to start thinking yet. 

Today was her last day in London. Her last chance to see Caitlyn.

Blinking her crusty eyes, she shook her head in an attempt to free herself from the sickening thoughts. She did not want to be conscious yet. 

But alas, all good things come to an end, and an hour later Powder’s phone began to blare. Blearly, Powder peeled her eyes open and snatched the screeching device. Her cracked screen glinted in the sunlight, sending a beam into Vi’s face and she grimaced, and Powder began typing furiously. 

“Okay, dad wants to go eat at that place we saw, the little shop near the nice flowers.”

Not a great description, but Vi could place where her sister was talking about. They had noticed it on their ride through downtown; a beautiful little square with flowers, one Powder had wanted to go take pictures at, and beside it there was an adorable looking brunch spot. There were small tables outside and a menu on a chalkboard right beside the door, offering a variety of breakfast options and sandwiches. 

“If you need to shower, go ahead. I’ll hop in after you.” Powder yawned at Violet’s comment, stretching out long legs before shuffling tiredly to the bathroom. The swoosh of the water being turned on drifted into the space and without further ado, Violet checked her phone. 

After Powder’s disastrous rant about how sexy Ekko was (Ew!), she was left to reflect on her failed love life, unable to get the British woman out of her mind. Tossing and turning for a good hour, Vi had finally decided to put her phone on do not disturb like she usually had it. But, since meeting Cait, she had kept her ringer on and ready (Ekko and Loris had teased her endlessly for that. She hadn’t given a fuck, until now).

Holding her breath, she input her code and clicked on messages.

She gasped. 

Two texts!

Fingers flying, she clicked on Caitlyn’s number. 

Cait <3: I’m sorry Vi, after the competition my mother swooped me away. I don’t think I was able to check my phone until 2am when I made my escape to the court yard

Violet could hear Cait’s twittling laugh, remembering how when they first met the blue haired woman had told her about running away from her mother while they were shopping downtown. Always the escapee. 

Cait <3: Thank you for the offer, darling, I would have taken being with you and your family anyday over the shit my mother dragged me through. 

Relief swam over her as, like she had wanted to believe in the first place, it became clear Caitlyn was not just ignoring her. She had things to do, places to be, with her status as a Kiramman. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hang out with Vi, Cait had just won first place for the hundredth time in a row. A large celebration was due. 

Although, would it have hurt to invite Violet? She wouldn’t have imposed upon the party, of course, but a “hey, pull up” would have settled her anxiety. Like Cait had said, though, she was barely on her phone so there was no way she could’ve told Violet about what was going on. And by the sound of it, the party had been at the Kiramman’s massive estate; Violet would’ve definitely felt out of place there, beyond uncomfortable. 

Either way, she was now feeling better than yesterday. Not caring about her immediate response, Violet typed out a message.

Vi: It’s okay, I knew you probs had galas and shit to attend to

She wanted to ask Caitlyn to hang out, seeing it was her last day, but how did she word it? It kind of felt like she was guilting the girl into hanging out if she added that she had a flight at 5pm, so she just sent a short text.

Vi: Call me, I wanna hang out today.

The sound of the shower had long since stopped. Powder was bound to walk out any minute and if she saw the lovesick grin on Vi’s face, they’d be there for another thirty minutes as Powder mocked her.

With a text back from Caitlyn, she prepared her clothes for the day and waited for her turn in the bathroom. Nothing could stop her now, even the knowing look Powder sent her as they switched positions in the doorframe. Her happiness was clearly not as hidden as she thought it was, but Violet didn’t care a single bit. 

Breakfast was delicious. Although…

“I don’t get why they gotta put beans on everything.” Mylo’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “On bread? The fuck?”

The Vandersons muttered agreements, the waiter’s offer of “do you want beans on that?” confusing everyone at the table. For breakfast? No thank you .

Caitlyn hadn’t texted her back the entire ride to the restaurant, through the whole meal, and even the drive back. Violet was checking her phone like an ipad kid, constantly bringing the device up to her face, and then inevitably putting it back down with a scowl.

Mylo, now annoyed at Violet’s constant huffing, reached forward to push his sister’s head. 

“Dude, it ain’t goin’ anywhere,” He gestured to the phone. “Chill, put your ringer on. She’ll text ‘ya back eventually.”

A biting retort on the tip of her tongue, she swallowed it back. Her agitation at Caitlyn’s slower than normal responses shouldn’t be directed at her brother, no matter how annoying he was. With a grunt, she locked her phone and put it into her jacket pocket. A little sad, she stared out the window at the passing scenery. People out riding bikes, a little kid running after his father, a girl with a large, golden retriever walking down the street. 

Whatever. Caitlyn’ll text back.

It was 3pm. 

And, to Violet’s surprise, Caitlyn had still not texted back a confirmation on if she could meet the American. The red head was so desperate to at least say goodbye that she contemplated telling the woman she had a flight in two hours. 

One text was all she had gotten since Caitlyn had explained the situation. 

Cait <3: I’ll have to let you know, I’m sorry darling. Really busy today, swear I’ll call you soon.

And that had been it.

She didn’t know how she was going to survive these last few hours, the anticipation of Cait’s call eating away at her sanity. Violet considered banging her head into the wall, or drowning herself in her sink; the switch from hot to cold, from attentive to being on the back burner—God, it was toying with her emotions, making her feel like she was a sensitive, hormonal teenager again.. 

Violet found herself on the bed, bags packed up haphazardly at the end of it, just. Waiting. 

And waiting. 

4:30pm

At this point, Violet was desperate . Does she call her? She had caved and sent Cait a message telling her it was really important and she needed to talk to her before 5pm, not being specific on why though, and yet that did nothing. Still no reply.

Her family was spamming her phone in the groupchat, asking her when she’d meet them at their hotel. Knowing Mylo and Powder though, they were most definitely not packed yet, so she felt no immediate rush to go find them. She was going to leave at the last goddamn minute if it allowed her to talk to Caitlyn one last time. To kiss her. To hold her, to hug her. 

God, she didn’t care, she was whipped! She’d admit it, she really liked that mountain of a woman, with her long, pale legs and pretty, silky blue hair. Her freckles, slight but still visible, that Violet was going to pepper with kisses before she left for home. 

She needed to.

So, Violet came to terms with the fact she was a useless lesbian and, phone open and fully charged, set in to wait for a call. 

The roar of a thousand suitcases, bags, and footsteps echoed through the terminal. The day was still bright, the sun peeking from behind the clouds like a curious toddler, bringing forth small bursts of light. The airport was full, packed to the brim with tourists, athletes, and the like. 

A sign flashing “London, England → Boston, Massachusetts” was set above a room, chairs and tables littered about for passengers to wait at. In the corner of this room sat a huddled figure. A beanie had been stuffed onto their head, hiding the mess of red locks that was notable to any adamant swim-fan. The person had their knees drawn to their chest, headphones locked into their ears to keep out the sound of the bustling airport. All in all, they painted a melancholic picture.

“Vi,” Vander tried for the fourth time. His oldest had a sullen look on her face and hadn’t talked much beyond simple “okay”s and “yeah”s. The man hadn’t seen his daughter look so sad in awhile, since her first highschool break up. “Powder wants snacks, would you go with her please?”

For the record, Powder had wanted chips or chocolate, always the hungry girl, but in reality Vander just wanted Vi to get up. She’d been moping around, slumped into a chair or on a bench, eyes misty. Getting up would do her some good.

“Okay.” She said, not a single complaint following it like usual. 

As Vander watched his daughters’ receding forms, he brushed a hand across his forehead tiredly. Claggor, ever the thoughtful son, rubbed his back comfortingly. 

“I don’t think that Cait girl talked to Vi after the gun competition.” Claggor whispered lowly. Beside him, Ekko sent a small nod. Violet hadn’t been in a good mood since she showed up at 5:10, bags gripped tightly in her hands and a fierce scowl on her face. She wouldn’t even talk to him, so he knew something was up!

Vander sighed again. Violet should be happy with her success at the Olympics but a girl had her so worked up she couldn’t even enjoy the rest of her trip. When he had met the Kiramman girl, she had seemed so sweet. She obviously liked his daughter, screaming and jumping up and down with the rest of them as Violet swam into first place. 

But now? If he could go back in time, he’d have been a little more cautious. A little less inclined to let her join family time, if he knew the British girl’s departure would leave Vi so… hollow .

Vander wasn’t given more time to ponder as the lanky form of Powder, goodies in her arms, and Violet’s stocky form from all her layers entered his view. Shaking his head to cut off what Claggor was going to say, Vander directed his eyes to the two women to signify conversation about the Kiramman was over . 

The flight was going to be a long one.

Violet sunk into the crappy seat of the airplane. She just wanted to be home, in her bed, curled up in a ball. Caitlyn had never called her nor had she responded to her last text. Entering the airport, Vi had sent one last message before closing her phone and throwing it into her bag, not even caring if she got a response at that point. 

Vi: I’m leaving today. Flights at 7. Connecting, so I’ll be in Boston sometime at night. 

And then:

Vi: If you text me I won’t be able to respond until then. I’ll see you around.

She had deleted the <3 that ended the message, because she was very, very bitter. 

Now, as she settled into the window seat, Ekko’s warmth beside her, she gave him no opportunity to make small talk. Jamming her ear buds back into her ears, she closed her eyes. 

She wasn’t going to open them until they had touched down in Massachusetts. The thought of having to get off, then back onto another flight before she even reached her home state, sent waves of dread through her. She was already having a rough night! The long stretch ahead of her didn’t make her mood any better. 

Ekko made no move to talk to his friend, letting her mope and daring not to poke the bear. He knew better than to mess with her while she was in this state. Violet was almost completely turned in her seat and he was shocked at how small looked. She had contorted her muscular body into a child-like position, hunched over on herself. 

‘Damn,’ He thought to himself. ‘Caitlyn’s got her all the way fucked up.’

The rest of the passengers filled into the plane. He didn’t know how much time passed but eventually, the flight attendants had concluded their safety demonstration. The pilot came on over the intercom and said a few words and then, they were off. 

Thirty minutes into the flight and Violet hadn’t moved a single inch. At this point, she might even be asleep, though that position did not look comfortable at all. 

Ekko had almost joined her, headphones draped over his head blasting some shit Powder had sent him (he’s obsessed loyal to the girl), when a prim, manicured finger tapped him on the shoulder. 

Jumping in surprise, he accidentally elbowed Violet in his attempt to right himself. She didn’t even look his way.

Brown eyes peered fearfully at the intrusion, a loud “what?” on his lips, before they parted into a shocked, open mouthed expression. In front of him, standing in the aisle of a damn plane headed to the United States , was Caitlyn Kiramman. 

The British woman had a sheepish look on her face that quickly morphed into nervousness as she saw Ekko’s features soon twist into irritation. “What are you doing here?”

As the words left his mouth, Caitlyn’s body tensed. Immediately, she began to spew apologies. Her hands rung themselves, anxiety dripping off her in waves.

“I…I’m sorry, I guess Violet told you I haven’t been the best at responding…”

Ekko scoffed, pointing beside him to Violet’s shrunken form. “Yeah, you think.” The bitch had Violet mute, literally . 

“Look, I have a seat in first class—” Ekko let out a fake laugh, because of course she did. “—you take my seat, let me sit with her so I can…explain?”

He contemplated, glancing over at his friend to see if she’d noticed. Nope, not even a shiver. 

“Why should I. Again, why are you even here? You’re British, ain’t you supposed to be like, in your mansion back where we just were?”

Caityln went to reply and a man cut her off, trying to scootch past to get to the restroom. That was what Caitlyn had wanted to do but when she saw Ekko’s head of white dreads, and subsequently a semi-Violet shaped body beside him, she knew she had to say something. Still now, she could feel the throb of her bladder begging her to relieve the pain. Caitlyn ignored it in favor of fixing the problem in front of her.

“I live in Boston. Just because I have an accent, doesn’t mean I spend all my time over in England.” 

Ekko didn’t look convinced. “Don’t believe you. What’d ‘ya do, follow us? You gonna talk to her, butter her up, then leave again. I don’t really want to deal with a sad Vi for a whole month.”

Just when she thought he was going to say no, for real this time, he started again. “So if you fuck this up…”

“I’ll explain everything.” She promised. Slowly, Ekko unbuckled and managed to wiggle out into the aisle. His elbows kept bumping into Violet and he was scared she’d look up and see Caitlyn, probably throwing her into a fit of rage, but she didn’t move a muscle. Ekko even had his butt near her face, having to shuffle awkwardly to the side to get out. 

Caitlyn directed him to where her seats were (sorry Jayce, you’ll have to accept your fate), and with a shuddering breath, she went to get into Ekko’s previous seat. She was doing this!

Violet wanted to slap the shit out of her best friend. The elbow to the bicep, okay, light work. She’d been hit with a ferocity multiple times so that barely felt like a brush. 

But, thirty minutes into the flight, he had started wiggling again. At one point, he was shuffling back and forth, knocking into her legs and jabbing into her sides so bad that she almost ripped her earbuds out, and ripped him a new one.

He settled down eventually, or left all together, because soon the movements stopped. Closing her eyes, she prayed he’d be a little more careful to not jostle her entire body when he sat back down. 

Violet had hit play on one of her trusty playlists (the sad one. Of course.) when, because he’s actually a piece of shit, Ekko fell on top of her. Hard. 

Face smacking into the plastic cover over the window, Violet legit let out a growl. Limbs prodded into her soft stomach, an arm here, an elbow there. Her sweatshirt was tugged down as he tried to get up, using Violet’s thighs to push himself back into a standing position.

“Yo!” She snatched her airpods out from her ears. “Dude, get the fuck off of me.”

Violet went to throw the boy off when her hands met smooth, long hair. The fuck? Ekko sure as hell did not have long hair, nor was it silky soft like this. It wasn’t blue either. 

A pang in her heart at who that reminded her off, she instead helped the person up. She hadn’t recognized just what girl had fallen into her lap, only that said individual was lanky and pale. 

“Sorry,” She said plainly. “Thought you were my friend, didn’t mean to yell like that.”

Violet went to put her earbuds back on, not wanting to interact more than she had to currently, when the person stood up to their full height. 

“...”

“Vi.” The woman had a pleading tone. She planted herself into the seat beside Violet, Ekko’s seat the red head wanted to point out, and grabbed tan hands in her own. “I am so sorry for not calling you.”

As Violet processed the fact that Caitlyn was really here, right in front of her! , she realized how stupid the apology seemed coming out of her mouth. Had Violet really been that hung up on her that Cait’s silence had sent her into an early depression?

She knew the answer was yes. 

“I…” Violet said dumbly. 

Caitlyn picked up on the swirling emotion behind her grey eyes, quickly filling in the silence. “Yesterday was an absolute shit show. I—my parents, well, my mother really…let’s just say I don’t think we will be talking for a while.”

Violet blinked at the information, wanting to comfort the girl in front of her but still in shock at her sudden arrival. Maybe a little sad still. 

“Regardless, that doesn’t make what I did right. I should’ve called, or texted, or literally anything. My phone broke and, shit , I almost missed this flight! I’ve been arguing with my mother since the day of the competition, I barely had time to beg Jayce to come get me before…”

She pulled out a busted phone. Violet felt the urge to laugh at the spider-webs crawling over the screen, the front of the device cracked and useless.

“We got into…a little tussle.”

At that, Violet couldn’t help but let out a surprised chuckle.  “Really, Cait? You fought your mom? The…the duke or whatever?”

“Duchess,” Caitlyn corrected, always having to be proper. “And not really fought. Just…”

She looked at Vi’s incredulous stare. “ Okay , we might’ve done some shoving. Some pushing. A lot of screaming.”

The two giggled at the last comment, the beanie on Violet’s head slipping back and revealing more red hair. Caitlyn reached up and pulled it back down snuggly onto the other’s head, continuing her explanation. 

“Anyways, the last message I remember is you asking me to call you. By then, my mother and I were full on arguing, and soon after that my phone got slung from my pocket. I didn’t have enough time to pack, let alone get a new one. I couldn’t remember your number either, so I couldn’t use Jayce’s phone.”

Violet had come to accept what had happened. Caitlyn hadn’t intentionally ignored her, on the contrary, it looked like she had had a much rougher day than Vi. Embarrassed at the way she had been moping all day, Violet realized Cait had seen her all sad like a kicked puppy, clinging to her little corner of the airplane. 

“That sounds awful, Cait.” She rubbed a thumb in circles on the back of Caitlyn’s hand, soothing the skin. She sat up straighter, trying to present herself as more indifferent than her  hunched shoulders indicated.  “I’m sorry you had to go through that, you okay?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” The other girl said dismissively, shrugging. “We get into squabbles all the time, my mother and I.”

Their conversation began to lighten up. She asked about the party Caitlyn had had after the competition, in which the pale girl responded with a grimace and a loud, “Horrible!” The British woman complained about the attendees, mostly her mother’s friends, that praised her achievements, asking her to come speak at their events, yet not even knowing how old she was. Claiming to be family, but couldn’t even say her name right (she got a lot of ‘Caroline’ for some odd reason). 

“You didn’t look happy out there,” They had ended up on the topic of the rifle event, Violet now wanting to know what had happened. Caitlyn’s irritated and dead expression out at the Olympic competition had stuck in her mind since Vi saw it. “...Did you and your mom fight before you went out?”

She was stunned when Caitlyn shook her head. “No, surprisingly she did not. I just…I could have done better. Much better.”

“Although, my mother made sure to tell me so afterwards. Either way, it was mostly me. I felt like I could have scored a good bit higher, I have scored higher before…”

Caitlyn trailed off, a distant look in her eyes. Feeling bad for the other and also relating to those pressing feelings, Violet pushed a soft kiss onto the blue haired girl’s cheek. “ Aw, Cait. You did great! I don’t know if you saw me, but my family and I were going crazy when you shot!”

At that, a beautiful smile broke out on Caitlyn’s face. The praise brightened her mood, replacing the empty feeling her mother left with that of warmth, of love. “Thank you so much for coming to support me, Violet, that means a lot. I’ll have to give your family my thanks as well, whenever we get off this plane.”

Then, two thoughts hit Vi at once. She cut Caitlyn off mid conversation, sending her an apologetic look but not stopping. 

“Wait…where’s Ekko?” He’d been AWOL for, what, almost an hour now!

“Oh,” Caitlyn looked guilty, sending her a nervous smile. “Um, so I offered him my seat. So I could sit here and talk to you.”

Violet didn’t say anything for a second. After a moment, she doubled over in laughter. “Caitlyn! You —Oh my God! You are so…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Caitlyn knew what she meant anyways.

“But, also, why are you even here? This is a plane for Boston…”

Caitlyn groaned. “What is it with you Americans and thinking that just because I have a British accent means I live in London!”

Violet didn’t deny it, just shrugging and waving at the other girl to continue. “I live in Boston with my best friend Jayce, the one I had to pick up earlier this week. You remember?”

Vi nodded. 

“He works in technology, doing science projects and the likes at the HexTech company near downtown.”

“And what do you do down in Boston?” Vi had a sly smirk on her face. She was interested now, very, very intrigued. Atlanta was a short flight to Boston, shorter than the flight to London. Wild thoughts of surprising Cait up North where she undoubtedly resided in a beautiful house, in a beautiful neighborhood. It came as a pure surprise that Caitlyn, out of all the flights, was on the same one as her; and, to add onto her shock, the British girl lived in America! Her day was getting better and better the more Caitlyn told her.

“I’m…a teacher.” Violet raised an eyebrow at her answer. She wanted more. 

“I run gun classes,” A ruby color blanketing her face, Caitlyn huffed. “Specifically for women.”

Oh? Violet was loving everything she was learning. This was some juicy stuff!

“Really? A teacher ? Well, Ms. Kiramman,” Violet was eating this up. Caitlyn had an indignant expression on her face at the taunts. “You had me pretty fucked up today.”

Caitlyn, not sensing the mood change, began to apologize, lips falling into a frown. “And I am very sorry for that, Vi, I know it probably looked like I was ghosting you. But—”

“I know, Cait.” Violet leaned in close, teasing breaths fanning over a pale cheek. “Still hurt though…Teach me how to get over it?”

A hand had snuck beneath the edge of her shirt, toying with the hem of Cait’s navy top. Caitlyn swallowed. 

“I…”

But Violet was nodding towards the bathroom, and suddenly she was following her, and then they were in the small ass room in tha back of the plane.

The edge of the plastic-feeling sink dug into her lower back but it wasn’t as biting as the grip on her jaw. She stared down into Violet’s grey eyes, burning with the same initial anger that had been present when Caitlyn fell into her lap. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” Violet began, crowding into Caitlyn’s space. “But, it still had me pissed . Thought you were just ignorin’ me , didn’t wanna be seen with lil’ ole me. Taint your perfect princess reputation.”

Caitlyn couldn’t even try to defend herself, the hand on her jawbone traveling down to squeeze at the pale expanse of her throat. 

“Shhh,” Violet laughed when she saw Caitlyn attempt to argue back. “Just be quiet, like you have been for the past 24 hours. Your mouth is about to be very busy, anyways .”