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Her first gasp is lost to a gust of wind between the trees.
Leaves scatter and fall. Shadows flurry in the moonlight, winking over the tent. Vi cinches her fists in her bedroll and grinds helplessly onto the thigh between her legs.
"That's it." Fingertips settle into the dip of her back. They press, guiding. Caitlyn's voice is as collected as the darkness. "Sweetheart. You've needed this all day, haven't you?"
Vi's head collapses forward to hang between her shoulders. Arms straining, she nods. "Y-yeah."
No point in denying it. She's beyond trying, anyway. Tension weaves a molten warp and weft through her stomach as she ruts.
Caitlyn hums. Her hands ride the ridges of Vi's spine to her shoulders, gathering her shirt as they go.
The night air is cool.
"I could tell." Something in how she says it makes Vi tighten and whine. "But you were so patient. Weren't you?"
Vi’s chest flares. "Tried."
"I know. Even tried to do me first." Caitlyn leans up to ghost her lips against her throat. "Such a good girl."
Vi's left arm buckles at the elbow. She clamors to right herself but can't, toppling onto her forearm.
"Shit." The curse shoots out of her like a blown gasket. The moan that chases it is too thick to swallow. Her gulp breaks it into a whimper.
"You are." Cait is insistent, as always, in the way they both know Vi needs. Or craves. Or is desperately starving for. "You're so good. Want you to feel good."
One of her hands makes its way up into Vi's hair, skirting her nape to take hold among the roots. Her other hand pours down the curve of her body to her hip. Its grip and pull are coaxing.
"Spread a little more for me, love. Want to feel all of you."
The command bypasses brain for body. A rash of heat sweeps up Vi's front as she does as she's told.
It leaves her dizzy and piqued.
"Fuck..."
"There." Caitlyn's fingers curl. "God. You do run warm, don't you? And you're hard. And—"
For the first time, her composure shudders.
"—fuck, Vi. All that for me?"
She presses her thigh more firmly to Vi’s core, making her muffle a short, startled cry into her shoulder. The thrust opens Vi and molds her, bringing the ready fullness of her clit down to the curve of Caitlyn's leg. Panting, she drags herself along its softness, leaving it hot and wet.
"Yeah. Yes." She nods, half gone. "For—yours. You."
The hand on her hip encourages another rut. Then another. And another, before she has the chance to catch her breath.
Sensation arcs across her nerve endings.
"M'yours."
A kiss comes and goes, unmet. Demanding nothing. "That's right. You are. Do you want to come for me, too? You seem so close."
The words hold no demand, either. Only comfort. Only choice. That alone kicks aside Vi's keystones.
She begins to crumble. "Ff—yeah. Yes.” Her world eddies with shadow. “Please. Wanna—"
The arm threaded under her shirt becomes an embrace. The hand on her hip settles into permission.
"Go on, love."
Vi rocks, keening, messy and syncopated.
Caitlyn rocks with her, sinuous and steady. She brings Vi down to meet every line of her. After the barest hint of teeth, she murmurs into her ear, "Take what you need, Vi."
The world tilts and vanishes.
Each syllable of that loving command winds the loose threads of Vi’s awareness and begins to pull. The unraveling is as gentle as it is inexorable. She spreads further, fucks harder, heating the autumn air with her breath and the slick sough of her hips.
Caitlyn’s nails begin to bite. “There. Just like that.”
Vi trembles. Tension beads in her clit. Pleasure spins through her core like light through an ember.
It brightens.
Builds.
Her cries taper into wanton begging. “Fuck. Please. I’m gonna—can I?”
“Mm-hm.” Caitlyn tugs her up by her hair. Stroking a thigh through her cunt, she shushes her with a possessive dip of her tongue. Vibration pitches into stillness.
She speaks softly into Vi’s open mouth.
“Come.”
Release sings through Vi like sound through crystal.
With one final, resonant spasm, she cracks and flies apart.
"Fuck—! " Her cry is sharp with surrender. Caitlyn's name falls from her lips as climax claims her, pulse-by-pulse.
"There it is..." Fingertips coast along the heaving runnels of her ribcage. "Sweet girl. Needed that one, didn't you?"
Vi buckles and is caught. Her insides flash to velvet as her core clenches until it aches. She wants to nod.
Her nerves are too fractalized to obey.
Blooms of retinal neon boil through her vision. She blinks to clear them.
Somewhere between shudders, she becomes aware of gravity. Hands are on her. They push, lifting, propping her up even as her body caves around the liquid throb of her orgasm. It takes a long, fuck-stretched second for her to realize why Caitlyn is putting so much space between them.
She's watching her.
Watching her come.
Heat scatters across Vi's skin. It lights every pore like a spark. Tucking her head, she burns, heady with exposure. Even with her self-consciousness laid so lovingly to rest, she still sometimes feels its ghost.
Caitlyn is the only person in the world allowed to look at her this way.
"Stunning," she says. She's reverent, as always. Her eyes roam, her palm settling into the swale of Vi's sternum, rucking up her shirt. She bites her lip and chides herself. "Should have done you at the lake, too." Her hand rounds Vi's hip to splay against her abdomen. "Could have had you like this twice."
Vi groans. Her sex twines and releases. Cait's intensity always broadsides her, making magma of the mortar between her vertebrae. Her chin falls to her chest.
"But…I was—" She stops to run her tongue through her mouth. "You distracted me."
Caitlyn grins at the accusation. “I know."
Her eyes shine with something Vi might have called mischief if she'd been any less straightforward of a person. Flashing her tooth gap, she laves her thigh between Vi's legs. "Do you still want me?”
Vi pries her gaze down out of her head and musters an ounce of snark. “The hell kinda question is that?”
"An obvious one."
Again, Vi groans. Her instinct to argue is bucked off by after-throbs as Caitlyn dips her thumb to the spent pearl of her clit.
"It's your turn," Cait says. "Need you to do something for me first, though."
Vi's hips tick. Her gaze blurs under the dark smear of her lashes. "N'Kay. Yeah?"
"Touch yourself."
The ticking stops. "What?"
Caitlyn doesn't answer. Instead, she reaches over to trail her fingers down Vi's arm. Skin pebbles and fine hairs rise.
“Give me your hand.”
Holding her breath, Vi does. She's pliant as Caitlyn takes it, turns it. Then she gasps as she's guided down into the sensate mess of her own sex. The hot, blown-open feeling of exposure hits her again. It sears through her like a fever.
"Get them wet," Caitlyn whispers. She cradles Vi's hand in hers, leading her fingers back and forth through the warmth of her folds. “Are they?”
Vi's mouth snarls at the question. Her cunt trembles.
"Y-yeah." She's too hoarse to rise above a whisper. "Yeah, they—"
They're wet.
She's wet.
So fucking wet that slick gathers and drips and runs in clinging rivulets down her palm.
Caitlyn squeezes her wrist. "Good. Come here."
Vi is coaxed away from her core and chokes at the loss. Her fingers come into view glistening, soaked in her own melt.
She stares at them.
Caitlyn stares, too. Then, pinning her lip under her teeth, she cants her hips and spreads her thighs and brings those fingers to rest between them.
Vi stiffens. Sways. Swallows and says nothing.
"Give me two," Caitlyn tells her.
So, Vi gives her two.
Caitlyn's breath catches. Her face changes. Her body bends, giving up angles for curves. Vi finds her already soft and open and sinks inside without needing to thrust.
It wrings a moan out of both of them.
"Fuck. Good girl."
The praise shears through Vi's synapses. Her vision flickers. Her lungs shiver for air as heat closes up around her, inch-by-inch, knuckle-over-knuckle until everything Caitlyn is sits fluttering in the palm of her hand. Her pulse fills her clit until it swells.
They go still. Everything does. Their bodies. The breeze. The trees stand unmoving over the tent, their branches thatched with cloudless moonlight.
Vi is waiting. Caitlyn knows it and watches. She looks up at Vi from below, her eyes a commanding, sea-dark blue in the shadow she casts. One hand is still curved loosely against Vi's chest in the place where her heart beats the hardest. The other is viced into the broad planes of her back.
At last, she takes a breath.
"Now." And once again, there's that little shudder, that tell-tale rattle as her façade finally comes apart. "Fuck me."
The words are match and striker. They wake wild red things in the dark.
Their heat upends Vi like a crucible.
She pours forward to oblige.