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“Vi! I didn't get you an invitation so that you could get wasted drunk!” Caitlyn whispered loudly enough for Vi to hear her on top of the voices filling the room. People all around them had been invited at the Kiramman estate for a funding event Caitlyn herself had organised to the smallest detail.
“You look amazing in that dress, cupcake” Vi grinned slightly, tilting her head as she took another sip from her glass of Champagne. The bubbles tingled her tongue and she stuck out the tip of it.
“Vi! Get a grip on yourself!” Caitlyn gave a forced smile to a woman glancing in her direction and nodding approvingly.
“I'm fine!” Vi retorted “I'm just… not used to walking in high heels” Vi took a step back, gasping as she almost lost balance — Caitlyn gripping on her forearm and pulling her back on her feet as she snatched the thin glass from Vi's hand.
“Don't touch any more Champagne” Caitlyn whispered. She hoped that in the eyes of the whole crowd of people standing in her ballroom her and Vi looked just like two girls having a friendly banter.
Surely some of them had noticed Caitlyn's slight frown and the girl had to make up for it by sparing fake reassuring smiles to the curious eyes fixed on Vi.
Vi couldn't look more out of place in the Kiramman ballroom — she was surrounded by high-ranked people, influential industrialists and politicians. Although Vi had done her best to fit in — wearing a black dress which was held up by a string ribbon behind her neck, the fabric sticking tight to her sides and leaving both of her legs visible through two slits on the long skirt — her usual self had come through after no more than an hour into the event.
She had gotten bored by the chatting and started to wander around studying the decor of the room, but that had turned boring as well pretty fast and one glass of wine had become three.
As with a hand Caitlyn took the fifth glass away from Vi, her other hand rested on the small of Vi's back. The girl's dress though left her back almost bare — her tattoo covering the whole of it and extending to her muscular arms on full display — and Vi felt a shiver run up her spine when Caitlyn's hand touched her skin.
Caitlyn's cheeks turned two darker shades of pink when Vi loudly gasped at the contact. Terrified someone could've seen the whole thing she quickly retracted her hand and stepped in front of Vi.
The other girl's eyes were slightly lucid and the bridge of her nose a little more coloured than the rest of her face as she gave Caitlyn a sly smile.
Damn it if she looks beautiful — dangerously beautiful. Caitlyn thought, but as she swallowed hard she narrowed her eyes. Part of her wanted to scold Vi, yet she couldn't find the words.
“Caitlyn? Can I borrow you for a minute?” A well dressed man, accompanied by whom Caitlyn knew was his wife, called from a close distance. Caitlyn's head turned to the couple and nodded, smiling formally. The man turned for a moment to his wife and Caitlyn snapped her head back at Vi who was still looking at her with her eyes almost unfocused and a soft smile plastered on her face.
“Get to my room!” Caitlyn whispered loudly. Vi barely nodded. “I'm being damn serious Vi. Get out of here now!” There wasn't any real anger or hate in Caitlyn's voice. She just needed Vi — clearly too drunk for the situation — to stay away until the event would be over.
“I'll join you. I'll deliver the responsibility to my father, but please!” Caitlyn's tone was urgent. She glanced back at the couple and noticed to her embarrassment that they were clearly waiting. Caitlyn couldn't do much more — she pinched Vi's forearm once as she smiled at the couple, then stepped away from her girlfriend and joined the two as her heart hammered in her wrists.
Vi watched Caitlyn step away — her gaze absentmindedly lingering on her girlfriend's ass, more specifically on the small folds the dark purple fabric naturally made as she moved — and suddenly realised her hand was empty. The glass was gone and suddenly so was Caitlyn.
Vi turned her head to search for her girlfriend, but the noise was too much for her eyes to properly focus. The wine had fogged her mind enough to make it almost impossible to find Caitlyn again amongst dozens of people, but not enough for Vi to forget Caitlyn's words.
Go to my room.
Vi shrugged. She couldn't have cared less about that chaotic ballroom — and not without stumbling, fortunately not against people — she reached for one of the doors that led out of the room.
As soon as she closed it behind her, Vi kneeled down to get rid of her shoes. She kicked them to the nearest corner as she pinched the bridge of her nose — her head still ringing with the music and chattering coming from the adjacent room.
“Never again” she groaned, glancing at the high heels abandoned on the floor as she stepped forward — the cold of the marble floor creeping up the soles of her feet to her intoxicated brain, shaking it slightly.
Now where the hell is Cait's room?
Vi started wandering through the Kiramman estate, swindling slightly with every step. After the noise of the room had been replaced by a deadly silence, Vi's ears had started ringing louder. Every corridor looked the same — even though she wasn't a stranger to Caitlyn's house — and only after what felt like hours Vi recognised the set of paintings and furniture her hazy brain associated with Caitlyn's bedroom.
When she opened the door she let out a sigh of relief. As she stepped inside she pushed the door behind her, careless if it had fully closed or not, and sprawled herself on Caitlyn's king size bed.
What hit her first was the smell. Caitlyn's bedsheets smelled of her — of them both — and Vi rolled on her stomach to bury her face in the pillows.
Caitlyn's hair. Vi though. Her numb mind could follow only one though at the time. Behind her eyelids frames of her hand tangled in Caitlyn's blue hair showed in rapid succession and Vi let out a small sound.
Hearing her own voice almost moaning at a memory shook her more than a cold shower would've. Vi opened her eyes wide and stared at the pillows for a few seconds.
“Fuck…” Vi's gave some pensive thoughts at what had happened. She had probably embarrassed Caitlyn — her girlfriend had gotten her an invite for a formal event and she had gotten drunk to the point Caitlyn had to send her off.
That was enough to sober her up almost completely. Vi's mind was horribly lucid — intoxicated yet aware. Vi sat upright on the edge of the bed and leaned her elbows on her bare knees, exposed by the slits on the skirt. She wanted to run back to the ballroom and search for Caitlyn, apologise for her reckless and selfish behaviour — when Caitlyn opened the bedroom door without a sound.
“Vi?” Hearing Caitlyn's voice made Vi question her own senses. Had she manifested Caitlyn's voice in her half drunken state or…?
Vi tilted her head and standing on the threshold — her blue hair previously combed in a bun now loose on her bare shoulders — was Caitlyn. She had a slightly worried expression, but when she saw Vi her brows furrowed even more.
“Vi, are you okay?” Caitlyn closed the door, but when she turned around again Vi was almost in front of her — eyes wide, brows arched in an almost desperate mask.
“I'm sorry” Vi whispered as she closed the gap between them both with unstable steps, clinging to Caitlyn like a lifeline — nose buried deep in Caitlyn's neck and arms strongly pressed on her back.
“Vi? What happened?” Caitlyn's voice was one of confusion, yet she didn't desire to break the tight hug Vi had caged her in. Her lungs let out a huff as Vi pressed herself stronger on her.
“I messed it up. It was your event and I just -” Vi pulled away just enough to look at Caitlyn in the eyes — her own being still slightly lucid — as realisation struck Caitlyn like a lightning.
“No, no you didn't” Caitlyn's hand moved to grip on Vi's side “You were perfect. It was my mistake to bore you with something like that” she almost chuckled, staring back at Vi in the eyes.
There was something raw in Vi’s gaze, uncensored as if Caitlyn could read her mind. Caitlyn felt suddenly overwhelmed. It was so normal to stand in front of Vi, yet the look on the other girl's face was something she had never seen — she looked like she was silently begging for the smallest hint of approval, a sign that she wasn't mad at her.
Caitlyn did more than reassuring her. She tilted Vi's chin up as the other girl's lips parted slightly and kissed her. Vi tasted of Champagne and soft moans. She felt like a jolt of electricity running through a water surface, spreading widely in her instead of running on a single line.
Caitlyn's fingers pressed on the inside of Vi's palm, spreading hers wide before meeting their fingertips. Their mouths connected again. A sharp sensation dissipated Vi's foggy mind — everything fell into one moment. Vi blinked rapidly before locking her lips better with Caitlyn's.
The blue haired girl felt colour rise to her cheeks. She had started it, but Vi had deepened it. She closed her eyes and locked her fingers with Vi's, tangling them together — palms pressed so hard as if she was scared that the moment could end.
Vi's scarred lip grazed on Caitlyn's smooth bottom lip before Vi tilted her head and raised her hand to Caitlyn's cheek — a gesture that was meant to accompany the girl's face closer to hers, but that also drew a sharp breath from Caitlyn. When their lips touched again, on the borderline of hungrily this time, Caitlyn exhaled brokenly and shuddered.
A whimper escaped Vi's throat — a surrender, an invitation. Caitlyn, still holding onto Vi's hand shifted her weight so that they pivoted on the spot before extending her arm as she stepped backwards. Vi blinked a few times. The absence of Caitlyn's lips on hers felt cold and empty, but when she looked in her eyes she found the opposite of it. The same cerulean sparkle in them was a silent promise.
Vi's body echoed in action, gripping her hand tighter and stepping towards the bed almost scared in her slightly intoxicated state that Caitlyn would've disappeared. But Caitlyn didn't pull her more towards the edge of the bed. Instead when Vi was close enough — so close Caitlyn could feel her warm cheeks — Caitlyn took a step forward as Vi’s back connected with the cold wall.
A gasp escaped Vi's lips as her eyes widened a little, but the cold spreading all over her back was immediately replaced by the warmth of Caitlyn's lips on her own. She was too lost to think straight and only let out a moan as they kissed — when Caitlyn pushed the back of Vi's hand against the wall before sliding it up above Vi's head.
“You're so beautiful, so perfect” Caitlyn whispered, pouring words into Vi's mouth in between kisses. Caitlyn's other hand gripped on Vi's side, causing a soft sweet sound from the other girl, her knees almost trembling — if for the alcohol or for Caitlyn pinning her against the wall she didn't know.
Caitlyn pulled back slightly, letting Vi breathe heavily for a few times before she raised her pale blue gaze at Caitlyn with an intensity that wasn't there before. Her hand was still pinned above her head — her nostrils flared as she smiled as if to say “I heard you” and her gaze darted in between Caitlyn's eyes.
Caitlyn's chest was heaving. Her cheeks were now a bright pink matching Vi's and almost without thinking she pressed her other hand on the wall next to Vi’s head and her thigh in between Vi's legs, kissing her neck at the same moment.
Vi let out a strangled sound of surprise that quickly faded in a sweet breathless moan. Wherever Caitlyn's lips touched her sensitive skin, from her pulse point to behind her ear Vi felt the sensation travel to the end of every one of her nerves.
Her back stiffened as she fought back louder sounds. When Caitlyn's kisses reached her jaw Vi gripped harder on Caitlyn's dress — catching skin in the act and drawing a sharp cry from Caitlyn.
“I ruined it…” Vi said in a whisper so soft she thought she had only imagined it, but Caitlyn's voice was loud only because she was so close to her ear.
“You could never. Nothing is perfect if you're not in it” Vi heard it clearly and squeezed her eyes shut. At the same time she turned her head enough to kiss Caitlyn again — deeper this time, grinding on her thigh as she slid her tongue in her mouth.
Caitlyn mirrored her, parting her lips welcoming Vi's tongue with her own — absentmindedly pressing their intertwined hands above Vi's head harder against the wall.
It felt like an explosion. Like being punched in the best way. Like being showered in ice on a hot summer day. It wrenched a dry sob from Vi's throat, her guilt being stripped off her piece by piece with every time their tongues met and explored each other's tastes and textures.
“Fucking perfect” Caitlyn whispered the moment their lips parted, but Vi softly bit Caitlyn's lower lip again — desperate for just another kiss. Yet she was breathless herself. Panting and coughing softly once she let go of Caitlyn's dress at the same moment as Caitlyn released the pressure on their hands against the wall.
Vi's fingers slowly slid out of Caitlyn's grip, slowing down almost painfully to graze on Caitlyn's palm before abandoning all the tension that kept her body standing, her knees shaking as she tilted her head back against the wall — her whole back still leaning on it as her only means of support.
“I really have to mess up more of your formal gatherings” Vi huffed out with a tired smile. Her eyes were closed as she faced the ceiling. When she felt Caitlyn's fingers on her neck all her muscles tightened again.
“I'll make sure to invite you to all of them” Caitlyn whispered back. Her hand drew an uneven line from Vi's neck to her chest, stopping for a few moments on Vi's heart beating faster than ever.
Caitlyn smiled and traced a path with her fingers to the nape of Vi's neck, drawing a broken yet pleading sound from Vi's throat. She gently tugged at the short hair at the base of her head before her fingers slid down. She stopped a moment to look at Vi — eyes closed, cheeks pink and soft lips — and pulled at the string ribbon keeping the front of Vi's dress in place until it completely came loose.