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"I don't know what to tell you girls." Babette masked her sympathy with a drag of her cigarette and a long, smoky exhale. "If your perp was a regular here, he must have just liked the food and drink- none of my workers recall servicing him."

Vi ran a hand down the back of her neck, closing her eyes and thinking. "You're sure he wasn't talking with someone? An accomplice, maybe?"

"If he were, it wouldn't be anyone's first instinct to eavesdrop."

"Right." Vi looked at Caitlyn, sitting to her left on the couch in Babette's office, wearing the same disappointed expression as she was.

They'd spent the last few days looking into a problem Sevika had brought to their attention. Her personal assistant, who'd worked for her since she'd gotten a seat on the Council, was found to have been embezzling funds from her. Specifically from a trade deal she'd made with the Ferros house, whom her assistant was a member of until he was banished from the clan for as-of-yet unknown reasons. They were sure that whatever happened was very dramatic and that his theft must've felt very justified to him- but the fact of the matter was that this was making both Sevika and the Ferros rich-tits very mad, and they wanted blood.

Unfortunately, this guy was a slippery bastard. He'd disappeared, not seen in his home or anywhere his duties as an assistant would usually take him. Their only two leads were that he frequently went down to Zaun to visit Babette's place, and that he spent a lot of time near Piltover's main shipping port. And they still hadn't gotten the Hexgates up and running four months later, so the port was back in use- busy, messy, and loud. Not to mention the fact they'd need to wait the better part of for-fucking-ever just to get the warrants needed to snoop around the cargo for... whatever the guy was doing.

Vi could already feel the headache coming on. Caitlyn could too- her face was scrunching up the way it always did whenever she was overwhelmed with police reports, or back when she got motion sickness while she adjusted to her missing eye.

"Welp-" Vi slapped her hand on Caitlyn's knee and shook her leg. "- search warrants aren't gonna fall in our laps." Vi stood up, stomping over to the door in large steps before holding the door open, waiting for Caitlyn to get up and walk through. "Let's go get those signed, Matilda."

Caitlyn softly glared at her, again, which got Vi to chuckle, again, because apparently the joke was just as funny to her now as it was the first ten times she said it. Caitlyn looked at Babette appreciatively.

"Thank you for taking the time to see us, at least."

"Any time, dear."

The two of them didn't make it out of the hallway to the headmistress' office before Caitlyn was muttering to herself.

"There's more here to look into. He wasn't coming here for no reason-"

"Well, like Babette said, he could've been here for the food."

Caitlyn scoffed amusedly. In turn, Vi scoffed offendedly.

"What, you think these 'filthy Undercity establishments'-" Vi mocked, poorly copying Caitlyn's accent"-don't have good eatin'?"

"No- it's just that a person usually comes to a brothel to... well, have something of their's eaten."

"And you can't chow down on fries while a hot lady's got her face between your legs because...?"

"I can't speak for everyone, but greasy fried potato sticks don't really get me in the mood." Caitlyn stopped near the hallway exit, just before they were immersed in the noises and sounds of the brothel. "The suspect must have had a contact in here who also went off the map at the same time he did- I refuse to believe he was just coming here for the chips-"

"He could have been- I'm being honest, food here's pretty fuckin' good." Vi's eyes cut through the crowd and looked directly at the bar. "Fuck it, if you don't believe me, I'll just show you." Vi grabbed Caitlyn's wrist and dragged her through the sea of patrons until they reached the counter, the chipped and cracked wood covered in grease, water rings, and other mystery fluids that Caitlyn tried not to think too much about.

Vi rung the bell, getting the attention of the bartender currently swapping out an empty keg for a full one. Vi gestured up at the chalkboard, covered in barely legible chalk that made up the menu.

"Anything you want, Cupcake? Whatever you get, I promise, it'll be good."

Caitlyn was about to reprimand her for wasting time on this during an investigation, but... well, they weren't in too much of a hurry.

"I guess I wouldn't say no to some chips right now."

The bartender gave her a lost look.

"She means fries." Vi explained, to which the man nodded at her and yelled the order back to the kitchen.

They both stood in front of the counter while they waited for their order. Sitting on their left, a man half asleep and fully soused with five empty mugs in front of him. Sitting on their right, a smily, rosy-cheeked woman, in her hand a whiskey tumbler and in her lap a small, short twinkish guy wearing very few clothes- one of Babette's workers.

Most of the patrons in the brothel matched their seat neighbors, or were caught somewhere between those two endpoints: siphoning their drinks, and letting half-naked hookers siphon their coin purses.

Despite almost everyone around them being occupied, one way or another, Caitlyn was visibly worried. Not to anyone except Vi, of course, she seemed perfectly calm- but Vi knew better. Whenever they were in a crowded place like this in Zaun, and not actively making their way to the exit, Caitlyn was always on edge about someone she'd wronged during her time as Commander Kiramman wanting to get payback.

A fear that, Vi was pained to admit, wasn't completely unfounded. Nobody forgot- Vi doesn't think they'll ever forget- but giving her council seat to Sevika, taking an active part in helping Zaun, and the Council's PR stunt of 'Let's blame everything on Ambessa'- that, frankly, couldn't be called an outright lie- meant she'd mostly been forgiven. Somewhat.

It was more accurate to say that Zaun's general consensus on Caitlyn was 'We finally have a Piltie trying to help us out, so let's be reasonable and not fuck it all up just for the sake of revenge'. But Vi had spent two-thirds of her life around these people. Some of them were a far cry from 'reasonable'.

However, Vi wasn't too worried about them right now. For someone to whack Caitlyn, they'd need some level of focus. Most of the folks in here were too focused on putting their lips on glass mug rims and topless escorts' nipples. So Vi wasn't in a rush to get Caitlyn to safety like normal.

Instead, Vi was going to distract Caitlyn from her stress.

"You know, when I was a kid, I used to sneak into the kitchen back here and annoy the chef until she gave me a plate of food and told me to fuck off."

Caitlyn smiled at the mental image of a young Vi being a little shit. It was far more endearing than grown, adult Vi being a little shit- Caitlyn wonders if she's ever going to live down 'Matilda, great-granddaughter of Matilda the Pirate'.

"And she didn't threaten you with any sharp instruments? Because I know how annoying you can be when you set your mind to it, and I feel like that would be a measured response."

"Nah, at first she just tried to beat me up, but she figured out that giving me stuff was easier than picking a fight with a thirteen-year-old."

"Beating a tween was that difficult for her?"

"I mean, she's been in a few fights and knows how to throw a punch, but she's like... a generous four foot eleven."

Caitlyn gasped sarcastically. "Wow, someone who's only an inch taller than you are?" Caitlyn stood on her tip-toes to increase their height difference and patted Vi on the head condescendingly, enjoying the pouty look on her face. "I simply need to see you two side-by-side. It'll be like those miniature wooden dolls on antique store shelves."

Vi kept glaring at Caitlyn- up at Caitlyn, a fact she refused to acknowledge right this moment- while she tried to find a response that wouldn't lead to more mockery.

"You know I'm as tall or taller than half the people in here, right Cupcake?"

Caitlyn didn't answer the question, instead continuing to tease Vi.

"Oh? Is that something you pay unique attention to?"

"Cait, fuck off- it's a normal, passive observation."

"It could be. It could just be that a very, very tiny, short little someone is jealous-"

"Vi!? Oh, wow, I haven't seen you in forever!"

The voice was almost drowned out among the din of the brothel, but it was close enough for Caitlyn to hear the woman. Not just the words, but the familiarity. The genuine fondness. The fake, forced, seductive lilt that had been practiced so much it was second nature. She didn't miss the way Vi went rigid beside her, either.

Neither did she miss the almost comical terror in Vi's eyes as she looked over Caitlyn's shoulder and immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

"Oooooh- fuck. Fuck- fuckfuckfuck- why now. Why-" Vi held her face in her palms and dragged her hands down her face. "- uuugh, why now..."

"Where have you been for- oh, is that what your hair looks like without the oil? I love it."

Caitlyn knew that when she turned around, she was going to see one of the escorts. One that, by the sound of it, Vi had visited many times- likely during her pit fighting days.

That's... fine. Nothing to get worked up about. Caitlyn herself sought another woman's company during that time, and Caitlyn never forgot that she was the one who pushed Vi away. Vi had every right and more to seek comfort from whomever offered it.

Had. Past tense. As of the night in that jail cell, Vi was strictly, exclusively off-limits to everyone, now and forever.

She turned to tell the strumpet to buzz off and find someone else to pester, but Caitlyn felt her entire brain seize up when she saw the courtesan.

Because this woman looked almost identical to her.

"Hey, Maeve- how's it uh... how's it been?"

Caitlyn appreciates Vi trying to get... 'Maeve' to keep the attention on her, because she was well and truly speechless. It was like growing too accustomed to seeing herself in the mirror, and then being faced with what she looked like in a painting or picture. Everything was just a tad off.

It was okay for things to be merely 'a tad off' when it was one's own portrait. Not a completely different person standing in front of you.

Evident by Maeve's disturbed face, it seemed she was experiencing the same feeling.

"So... you're-" Maeve pointed at her lookalike. "- her."

Caitlyn wasn't even able to dignify that observation with a response, because she was still rather slackjawed at just how concerningly similar this woman was to herself. For more than a few moments, Caitlyn earnestly wondered if she had a long-lost identical twin whose existence was kept secret from her.

Of course, she didn't wonder that long- there were just enough differences for this woman to fall neatly into the uncanny valley.

First off, Caitlyn had at least half a foot of height on her. The woman was wearing roughly four-inch peep-toe heels and was still a couple of inches shorter than Vi. Her nose was a little more pointed, her eyes a bit bigger, eyebrows slightly thicker. Her jaw was just as sharp as Caitlyn's, her cheekbones just as high and pronounced, if a tad wider apart on her face. Below each eye and above each eyebrow were creases, four of them, pointed toward her brow ridge- the exact same ones Caitlyn had, just more noticeable. Her hair was the same thickness, parted in just about the same spot, just about the same length- the only difference was that Maeve's hair kind of, sort of, if you really tried to look for it (and Caitlyn was really trying here), inched closer to a vague concept of purple than Caitlyn's hair.

Besides the height difference, the only ways you could tell them apart at a glance were the two moles on Maeve's face, under her right eye, and the fact that her left eye hadn't been sliced open by a blade.

And, of course, the other major difference between them right now: Caitlyn was kitted up in her Sheriff's uniform. Maeve was wearing nothing but her heels, golden armbands, and a lacy thong.

They even had similar body shapes and proportions. Caitlyn had muscle and striations where the other woman was utterly smooth, had scars where Maeve had more moles. Maeve opted to carelessly cut her pubic hair into a tacky, ugly landing strip- unlike Caitlyn, who styled hers into a fine, well-kept landing strip, and oh dear lord, she styles her pubic hair the same way I do, what in the actual bloody hell-

Briefly, Caitlyn looked straight up at the ceiling. Hoping for... something. Answers. Perhaps the ceiling would give her answers. She's not sure what answers she's expecting, nor is she sure of what answers she wants- actually, while she's on the topic, she really has no clue what question she should ask.

'Did I fall into a portal leading to another dimension?' 

Yes. She'll ask that. Seems logical- if it happened to Ekko, it could just as well happen to her.

"I didn't expect to ever see you down here."

Caitlyn looked down from the unanswering ceiling, as it was an inanimate object made from wood and plaster, and could not give her an explanation for why there was an honest-to-gods clone of herself. Working at a brothel. With her nipples all the way out.

"... um." Um. Caitlyn Kiramman had spoken a sentence comprised of nothing but the word 'um'. Her etiquette tutors would be so proud of her.

"... you- I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but who the hell are you?" Caitlyn finally managed to force out.

Her mirror image huffed a laugh and crossed her arms, the action shifting her breasts. Breasts which, Caitlyn noticed, were much smaller than her own. A fact she tried not to take too much pride and reassurance in. Unsuccessfully.

"Like Vi said, I'm Maeve."

"Right."

Vi waited until now to speak up.

"And Maeve, this is... well, you know who she is-"

"Yes- I guess this means things worked out for you two?"

W-what does that mean? What does she- why is this random whore so privy to her and Vi's relationship struggles?

"You were right about her being tall." Maeve looked Caitlyn up and down as though she approved of what she saw, and really, just- the bloody gall-

"Okay, Maeve- it looks like our food's coming out, and we're working a pretty sensitive case, so-"

"Oh- gotcha, no worries." Maeve reassured Vi, by dismissively waving her hand to signify it was okay, and while she did the motion, she playfully bounced in place in a flagrant show of making all her bits jiggle, and then she placed her hand on Vi's chest for a split second while she passed by them.

Maeve did that. In front of her. This woman just did all of that to her fucking girlfriend, not more than a foot away from her.

She was the Sheriff. She could do it. She could cover it up-

"Fries are here, Cupcake, so let's uh-" Vi practically shoved Caitlyn onto the stool and slid the basket of golden-brown, heavily seasoned fries in front of her, tapping it a few times and shaking it, hoping to get Caitlyn's attention.

Caitlyn didn't touch them.

"So, did you... spend a great deal of time with her, then-"

"Cait, are you sure you wanna have this conversation?"

An answer that was basically just a nicer way of saying 'Yep! I sure did, Cupcake! What do you expect me to do about it right now?'.

Vi leaned over the bar counter, resting on her crossed arms and anxiously tapping her foot.

"I found out you were sleeping with Maddie fucking Nolen, and I didn't say shit about it- what makes this any diff-" Near as soon as the words were spoken, Vi promptly shut her mouth. Too little, too late, because Caitlyn was staring at her with wide eyes.

"Violet."

"Yeah, I fucking heard it-"

"Violet. Darling."

"- I said I heard myself, babe-"

"You can see her, right?"

Vi just let her face fall against her crossed forearms, taking steadying breaths.

And then, a small shape approached the distraught redhead.

Babette looked between the two women, curious as to what had happened between them but choosing not to comment on it, before speaking to Vi.

"I asked around some more, and one of the bouncers fessed up to hearing some of your suspect's conversations. She's in my office if you want to talk to her."

Vi leaned back, sighing heavily. "Alright- I'll talk to her. You eat up, Cupcake, then come find me when you're done."

And then she went back to Babette's office, and Caitlyn picked up one of the fries, with the intention of putting it in her mouth, but she let it hang between her fingers until it eventually fell back into the basket.

For months, Vi frequently visited a prostitute who looked similar- no no, exactly like her. And Caitlyn had no idea what she was supposed to think about that.

Flattered, perhaps? Disturbed? Disturbed may have been more applicable, because truly, this whole situation could only be described as such.

There was shifting on her right, a shadow in her peripheral vision. Caitlyn turned to see Maeve sitting in the seat next to her, basically planting her bare arse on it, accounting for how far her thong was wedged up her backside.

It was by this point that Caitlyn saw Maeve's complex, sprawling tramp stamp, going from the cleft of her ass and all the way up the small of her back.

Disgusted. Her current feelings for Vi may be a little more difficult to unravel, but right this moment? With this person? She was disgusted. That's the word she was looking for.

"I guess I wanted to thank you, now that I've got the chance." Maeve said, a little awkwardly.

"... what for, exactly?"

Maeve looked at Caitlyn hesitantly, biting her lip, lifting her shoulders, all with a clear aura of reluctance.

"I probably shouldn't say-"

"No, please do, I want to hear this."

She couldn't hide the disdain in her voice. Maeve was either too airheaded to notice or too indifferent to care.

"Alright, if you say so- I hope I don't have to point out the obvious."

"You don't."

"Right. Well, we're not the only ones to notice."

Caitlyn furrowed her brow, waiting for this woman to get to the damn point.

Maeve continued. "So, I'm guessing you remember a few months ago."

Caitlyn waited. No explanation came. She frustratedly sighed.

"You're going to need to narrow it down for me."

"When you were... a lot less popular with the Undercity than you are now. It lasted for a while-"

"I very distinctly remember, yes."

Maeve tip-tapped her fingers against the bar. "Pretty much universal hatred."

Caitlyn responded with nothing, nor did she have any idea what this woman was expecting her to respond to that with.

"But, some people hated you... in a specific way? And I- oh, screw it-" Maeve stood up straight with newfound resolve.

"I worked here for a few months before you came into power. After you did, people noticed that I looked a lot like you, so Babette had me start wearing makeup to look even more similar to you, and... I was paid to get hatefucked. For pretty much your entire reign. A lot of this place's income during that time was from people buying me out so they could roleplay giving Dictator Kiramman her just desserts."

A pause. A horrible, prolonged, painful pause.

Yes, this just reaffirmed her- disgust was absolutely the right word to describe how she was feeling right now. With... everything. Everyone. She'd never look at Babette the same again, surely.

Maeve continued. "So, despite everything you did, it's thanks to you that I'm set for... at least the next four or five years, from how much I made during that. I think I was getting something like ten customers a day, at minimum-"

"Please stop talking." Caitlyn hated the deeply uncomfortable warble to her voice, but at least she blurted it out quickly.

"Oh, well, I don't get... too many of those requests anymore- maybe once every other day. And it wasn't all bad. Six different clients were like, weirdly into you and wanted to roleplay you capturing them and dominating them-"

"Please. Stop talking."

Maeve did not stop talking.

"But Vi, she... I'll admit, Vi interested me. It was... an experience, being with someone who was in a relationship with you." Maeve smiled at whatever she was remembering. "I remember the first time she paid for me- she kept calling me 'Cait', and then correcting herself, and then uncorrecting herself because that's what she was paying for-"

Caitlyn let her head thunk against the counter.

"- and I know she looks and acts all tough, but she's such a sweetheart, isn't she?"

Yes, Vi is without question a total sweetheart. That didn't mean her toughness was an 'act' in any sense of the word, and she loathed this woman for trying to imply so.

"Like when it was her first time, and I had to show her how to do everything, and she was so attentive-"

Caitlyn's head shot back up, eyes focused on Maeve.

"... what do you mean you needed to show her...?"

Maeve looked at her as though she'd asked if the moon was purple.

"Cause that was her first time? Unless you did sleep with her and she forgot about it."

She thought- she could've sworn that Vi had... gotten with a few people. Okay, she was only fifteen when she was imprisoned, but surely she met a woman in Stillwater she fancied? A least one woman? How else could she have been so good at-

Oh. What was she thinking? The answer was right in front of her. Smiling at her like a moron.

"There's this one thing I taught her- you know, the thing where she curls the tip of her tongue inside you, and while she's doing that she suctions the base of her tongue against your-"

Unbidden, an expression of familiarity warped Caitlyn's face, because yes, she was very well acquainted with that move. Maeve smiled brighter and wider.

"Oh my- just- she's so, so good at that, isn't she? I think she's better at it than I am." Maeve kept smiling and nodding at Caitlyn, like they were total besties at a sleepover, talking about their crushes.

And all at once, the disgust vanished, replaced by that unnameable feeling from earlier. Except now, Caitlyn had the name for it:

Jealousy.

Caitlyn was the scion of House Kiramman. When she was younger, she was never envious of what the other kids had- whatever they possessed, she knew her parents could get her more of it, and of higher quality.

Caitlyn was a self-made markswoman. When she did sport shooting, she almost always won the gold medal or trophy of whatever competition she was in- and when she placed lower, she saw nothing but room for improvement from herself.

Caitlyn knew not the meaning of jealousy.

And now that she does, she can confirm that it bloody sucks.

She wanted it to stop. And she didn't know how.

Or maybe she did. Jealousy is, as best she can describe, down the road from Anger. How does she deal with anger? She vents it. Head to the shooting range, and let the recoil beat against her shoulder, force it out of her. Practice the fighting moves Vi and Ambessa had taught her against a beaten-up punching bag. Something.

She can't think of a way to 'vent' Jealousy, no- it felt more like she needed to...

Assuage it.

Her feet reacted before she'd even fully formed the idea. Her untouched fries abandoned on the counter, Maeve's existence thoroughly ignored, Caitlyn made her way to Babette's office.

Just she entered the hallway, door to the yordle's chambers visible, she saw Vi leaning against the door, writing down something on a piece of paper as someone talked to her- the bouncer Babette had mentioned. Vi put her pen away and folded her paper, tucking it in her pocket before nodding at the guard and walking into the hallway, nearly crashing into Caitlyn.

"Oh, perfect timing, Cupcake- so we didn't get a lead on the guy, but he's got a friend who lives near-"

Caitlyn wasn't listening. She locked Vi's wrist in a vice grip and pulled her with her, ignoring her confused splutters knowing that Vi could stop her in her tracks if she wanted to.

Caitlyn led her through the brothel until they found an unoccupied room. Vi had to silence a squeak when she was thrown ass-first onto the pillowy futon. Caitlyn half-heartedly kicked the door closed- it didn't reach the frame. It was still jarred open an inch.

"What-" Vi's question was interrupted by Caitlyn forcing her shoulders down, staring at her intensely.

"Uh-" Whatever Vi meant to say was again silenced, this time by Caitlyn pressing their lips together. Caitlyn leaned her stalky body down, and after a moment of deliberation and a resigned shrug, Vi sat up straighter to deepen the liplock.

Vi tried to do what she normally did when she made out with Caitlyn- one-up her. If Caitlyn sucked her lip, Vi sucked her tongue. If Caitlyn placed her hand on the small of her back, Vi slapped both of her hands on Caitlyn's ass and firmly groped it. If Caitlyn palmed at Vi's breasts through fabric, Vi stuffed a hand up Caitlyn's shirt, down her bra, and played with her nipples.

This time, Caitlyn had done all that- and a little bit more- to Vi in the span of thirty seconds.

Vi had no idea what she was supposed to do right now. Other than. Well. Ruin her underwear. Caitlyn wanted to be the one in charge right now, so Vi just let her do whatever the hell she wanted while she tried to figure out what could have happened to make her like this.

Were the fries laced with something? She didn't taste any seasoning or potato flavor in Cait's mouth, so that probably wasn't it.

Caitlyn pulled away from Vi's mouth- wetly, strings of spit still connecting their lips, saliva falling onto Vi's chest from both her own chin and Caitlyn's. Caitlyn took one deep breath, then half of another one, and then went for Vi's neck. Slow, strong sucks, teeth pinching her skin- one on her pulse point, one below her jaw,  two above her collarbone, another four around her pulse point. She frantically kissed Vi's neck, and when Vi had to gulp down the excessive amount of saliva in her mouth, Caitlyn dragged her tongue down the bulge of her swallows.

Vi spent no small amount of willpower to focus and think a bit more to figure out this mystery. Did Caitlyn start ovulating? In the last five minutes- again, unlikely-

And then Caitlyn pressed her thigh into Vi's core, pulling Vi's shirt collar to lick and teeth and suck at the skin of the dent in the center of her collarbone, and for some reason, Vi didn't care about figuring out this mystery anymore. She was just focused on not coming in her fucking pants because this was genuinely zero-to-a-hundred, what the actual fuck Cupcake.

"Cait, you left the door-"

Caitlyn moaned into her throat, quickly trailing back up her neck with more sloppy kisses, admiring the numerous hickeys forming on Vi's neck with a self-satisfied hum.

"Door's open, Cai-"

Caitlyn licked a trail up Vi's neck, jaw, and to her lips before shoving her tongue back into Vi's mouth. And Vi really, really wanted Caitlyn to keep her tongue in there, but she needed a moment just to get a full sentence out. Vi forcefully tapped the side of Caitlyn's arm and hummed in protest until she pulled off.

"Yes, darling?" Caitlyn huffed, dragging the back of her hand against her mouth to clean off the spit running down her face.

Vi looked and pointed behind her. "Door."

Caitlyn looked back to see that she had left it ajar, and softly laughed as she returned her focus on Vi.

"Oh, I think it'll be fine." She settled her weight into Vi's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and tilting her head down almost beyond what was comfortable to continue kissing her. A kiss Vi interrupted immediately.

"Cait, whatever you're planning on doing, I'm all for it- just close the door." There wasn't any haziness or confusion in her voice, just firmness and expectancy. Caitlyn composed herself as best she could and nodded.

"Okay." She stood up and turned around, and didn't even make it a full step before-

"I just need another one, I promise I'll-" Caitlyn muffled herself as she leaned down and trapped Vi's lips with her own, and Vi didn't have the heart not to reciprocate. Vi had to stop herself from sinking back into the futon and pulling Caitlyn with her, managing to apply pressure to Caitlyn's arms to signify 'get the damn door and then get right the fuck back over here'.

Finally, Caitlyn pulled away. And thankfully, they weren't in a very large room. Caitlyn only needed to take two steps to reach the door, and another two to fall back into Vi's lap and resume kissing her.

"Wait-" Caitlyn looked back towards the door. "- I forgot to lock it-"

"Cupcake, I'm not that worried about it."

Caitlyn made a relieved noise as she instantly crashed her lips into Vi's. After gods only know how long, Caitlyn stood up to put space between their bodies, mouths still connected, and pressed her upper knee back against Vi's center.

"Grind." That was all Caitlyn could mutter into Vi's mouth. Vi obeyed the command, moaning sweetly as she lifted up and pushed down her pelvis- lift and drop, lift and drop, forcing her cunt into Caitlyn's thigh while she cursed the fact that they were both clothed. Caitlyn seemed less bothered by that fact, placing one hand on Vi's hip and gripping her ass with the other hand, forcing Vi to gyrate on her leg.

"mmf- Cait-"

Caitlyn pulled away as little as she could, keeping their noses pressed together while she looked into grey eyes- unfocused, dilated, glinting.

"Cait, I'm gonna fucking soak these pants-"

Seeing the obstacle between herself and her objective, Caitlyn swiftly undid Vi's belt and yanked her pants down, underwear coming with it- as did Vi, almost being pulled off the couch with Caitlyn's force. As soon as her pants were off, Vi had to suppress a yelp from the sensation of Caitlyn's hand on her pussy- not that there was much purpose in being quiet, she's pretty sure anyone outside could hear her fucking squelching.

Regardless, Vi tried her best to keep the noise down. Even when, after Caitlyn had rubbed her clit for all of five seconds while sloppily making out with her, Vi started to moan and whine into Caitlyn's mouth as a very sudden orgasm rocked through her.

Caitlyn self-assuredly laughed into Vi's mouth as she felt the brawler's powerful arms wrap around her shoulders tightly and a rush of slick drain through her fingers. Quietly, Vi spasmed and moaned and shoved her pussy against Cailtyn's hand harder, silently begging for her to put her fingers inside so she'd have something to clench around.

And Vi would get her fingers soon.

For now, Caitlyn kept her fingers in place and just let them graze Vi's redened clit, waiting for her to come down from her high- she knew exactly how sensitive Vi was after climax, and for how long, and she wanted to send Vi over the edge again with completely overwhelming pleasure.

After Vi's muscles had quit tensing so much- just as her breathing calmed and she lifted a hand to flatten back her bangs and softly laugh- Caitlyn pushed the flat of her fingers against Vi's nub again, moving her fingers at just the right pace, in just the right ways, that she knew was going to end up with Vi gripping the backrest of the futon and struggling to think.

Vi's body lifted, her only support being her shaky legs on the ground, her left hand on the cushion beneath her, and her right hand holding the top of the backrest behind her head. The struggle of it, the surprise of Caitlyn not giving her time to breathe, left her whimpering- high-pitched and breathy.

And fuck, Caitlyn was sure that her own cunt was just as sopping as Vi's was now.

Luckily for her, she'd designed her Sheriff uniform with a skirt, low enough to hide the undoubtedly giant wet spot she could feel growing. Meaning she didn't need to waste time undressing, and could focus on reducing Vi to a sweaty, pathetic mess.

"Cait- oh, fuck-" Vi's attempt to speak made her lose her grip on the back of the futon, throwing off her entire balance and making her fall into the seat, legs outstretched and hands gripping whatever soft surface she could find.

As soon as Vi was stationary again, Caitlyn slipped her fingers inside, middle and ring fingers curling and pumping at an agonizingly slow pace while she rubbed her thumb on Vi's throbbing clit.

Vi made more helpless moans and stutters, the same ones that often kept Caitlyn awake at night with sticky thighs and an active imagination- Gods, this woman did things to her that no one else could. And Caitlyn was going to reciprocate that feeling a hundredfold.

"Cait, faster, please-"

Caitlyn rocked her arm back and forth, angling it so that her fingers slid against the top of Vi's pussy, applying pressure to her clit through her walls while Caitlyn expertly pressed and depressed her g-spot.

She wasn't going to make Vi beg for it this time. She was going to give her sweet Violet everything she wanted. She was going to spoil Vi until cupcakes were the only thing she could think about.

While she worked Vi into a second orgasm, Caitlyn looked at her stretched shirt collar, at the skin it had been pulled below, the bulge of her neck veins caused by Vi straining around her fingers, the sharp angle of her jaw.

Caitlyn had bruised her with fifteen or so hickeys already.

That wasn't nearly enough.

Caitlyn tugged on Vi's shirt.

"Off."

She'd be perfectly happy to rip the rest of Vi's clothes off with her teeth if needed, but she knew Vi liked this shirt.

Vi pulled her cropped jacket off first, getting her arm stuck in the sleeve and awkwardly trying to whip it off. After finally discarding the offensive garment, she undid the button on her shirt's shoulder.

That was about when Caitlyn ran out of patience. She shoved her hand past Vi's and pulled down the flap until it flared out to Vi's opposite side and exposed her abs, scars, and chest wraps, nipples visibly stiff behind the fabric. Vi let her hands fall to her sides and plopped her back into the futon's backrest, struggling to breathe evenly- all the while Caitlyn hugged her free arm around Vi's torso, pulling her closer to leave more purple marks on her neck and chest.

During this, Caitlyn had begun fingering Vi harder and faster, doing something utterly divine to Vi's clit with her thumb.

Vi didn't last much longer.

"-nng- holy fuck- Cait!" Vi shoved her face into Caitlyn's shoulder to muffle herself, so that her scream didn't echo throughout the entire brothel.

Caitlyn held Vi close, rubbing slow patterns against her walls, letting her pussy gush more slick on her hand, until Vi's whines and groans died down and she pulled Caitlyn's fingers out of her.

Vi let her head fall back, staring at the dimly lit ceiling while she inhaled air and tried to figure out what the fuck had gotten Caitlyn so worked up.

She looked back at Caitlyn to ask her, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw Caitlyn getting down on her knees between her legs.

And then lifting her legs over her shoulders, putting Vi entirely at her mercy.

An amused- and a bit puzzled- smile formed on Vi's face. She made a half-hearted attempt to move her legs, but Caitlyn held both of them and applied pressure, warning Vi to keep them hoisted over her shoulders.

"You uh... wanna tell me what's going on, Cupcake?" Her throat felt dry, likely having to do with all the fluid she'd lost from her back-to-back orgasms.

Caitlyn answered her by leaning forward and dragging her tongue up Vi's folds. Vi couldn't stop herself from convulsing, abs flexing painfully while even more blood rushed to her cunt.

"It's not that I'm complaining, I'm just-" An aftershock. "-mmh- fuck, I love you so much- I'm just... confused."

Finally focusing, Vi looked into the single bright blue eye glinting from between her legs, Caitlyn's nose and everything below it obscured by Vi's mound and pink curls.

She looked... possessive. Mind you, Caitlyn was always possessive of Vi, especially when they had sex, but it was subconscious- unintentional, just something Caitlyn did without thinking.

This was intense possessiveness. Fully intentional, fully aware of what she was doing-

"Wait." Vi rested her elbows on the futon and lifted herself as best she could. "Cupcake, this isn't about Maeve, is it?"

Caitlyn didn't need to say anything; the impulsive growl Vi felt vibrate her cunt was answer enough.

"You're the one bringing her up." Caitlyn murmured into Vi's folds, absentmindedly kissing and lapping her tongue against them, coaxing more noises out of Vi.

"Okay, okay, so-" Vi pinched the bridge of her nose and squinted. "- so you're not the first woman I've ever been with. Is that really a big deal? Cause I sure as shit ain't your first. I don't think I even make it in the first ten-"

"I know, darling, it's just-" Caitlyn paused, closing her eyes and thinking of what to say.

"-it's just that she looks. Exactly like-"

"I've noticed, Cait."

"And what if... I feel like it would be easy to imagine I'm her while we're-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" Vi sat up straighter, as much as her compromised position allowed her. "Caitlyn, I promise- I'm not thinking of anyone else while I'm with you."

Caitlyn kept looking up at her.

Vi shook her head with a huff. "I'm definitely not thinking about Maeve when I'm with you." An uncomfortable second passed. "I wasn't even thinking about Maeve when I was with her-"

"Good." Caitlyn forced out, diving back into Vi's folds with rapid swirls of her tongue, which made Vi collapse back into the futon again.

"Y'know- oh, fucking hell." Vi inhaled deeply and braced herself against what Caitlyn's mouth was doing to her. "That's not exactly 'good'. I think it's kind of an asshole-ish thing for me to admit-" Vi's words hitched when Caitlyn flattened her tongue against her swollen nub. "- fuck- you're gonna kill me, Cait, you're-"

Vi's head tilted back with another whine. Strong, bandage-wrapped fingers threaded through Caitlyn's hair and powerful thighs squeezed her head- both actions from Vi keeping her head in place. Usually, Caitlyn liked being able to move her head as she pleased, and always told Vi not to do either of the things she's currently doing.

But she didn't want Vi to restrain herself. Right now, Vi was going to have every single need, want, and desire met, no matter how much discomfort it caused for Caitlyn, so if Vi felt the urge to pull on her hair, she could do it all damn day as far as Caitlyn was concerned.

There was just one thing that she needed from Vi.

"Say you're mine."

Vi pulled her head down, struggling to look at Caitlyn with the brain-racking pleasure she was experiencing.

"Huh?" It sounded like a question, but it could as easily have been another breathless pant escaping her mouth.

"You're mine, Violet- say it." Caitlyn spoke, loudly and clearly, before shoving her tongue back into Vi's cunt and swirling more mind-melting patterns inside of her.

Vi swallowed a hiccup as her head shot back again. "Fuck- I'm yours. I'm yours, Cait-" A high squeal sounded from her after Caitlyn inserted two fingers and started curling them into the areas her tongue couldn't reach.

"More, Vi- who do you belong to?"

Phrases like that were the highway shortcut to making Vi come. And Caitlyn, for that matter- hearing Vi be so reverent for her. Needy. Trusting.

"I belong-" Another helpless groan, sweat running down the creases of her flexing abs. "- I belong to you, Cait."

Caitlyn couldn't get her free hand down her skirt and pants fast enough.

"I belong to you- I've always been yours- oh, shit, please, Cait- I need more-"

Caitlyn inserted a third finger, stretching out Vi's walls and eating her out with even more vigor, hoping it could mask the fact that her own orgasm had barreled into her almost instantly.

Vi's noises became more pleading, her hips grinding into Caitlyn's face while tears formed in her eyes from the stimulation.

"I'm yours, I'm all yours- you fucking own me, Cait-"

Vi's third orgasm was signaled by broken sobs of pleasure and a veritable river of slick flooding Caitlyn's mouth.

Caitlyn pulled her mouth away, gently rubbing her fingers in and out of Vi- to keep her feeling good for as long as possible- until Vi patted her hand with little coordination, quietly telling her that it was too much.

She removed her fingers, the pads of her tips wrinkled from how utterly soaked they were, while Vi slowly came down from her high.

Vi had managed to look at her, and could only gape and silently mouth 'cupcake'. 

Caitlyn grinned over a job well done.

"So-" After standing up and determining, sure, her skirt covered up enough of her own mess, Caitlyn patted herself down, fixed her eyepatch, and looked down at Vi's heaving form as though all was right in the world.

"- I believe you said you were making headway with the investigation."

Vi, who'd had an arm draped over her eyes, reined in her breathing and lifted her arm to look up at Caitlyn bemusedly.

"You'd written something down the bouncer had said, correct? Was it anything useful?" Caitlyn rolled back her sleeve and used her forearm to clean Vi's come off her mouth and chin.

Vi spent another ten or so seconds just trying to even out her breathing, before pointing at her discarded pants with a shaky arm.

"... right back pocket."

Caitlyn playfully hummed while she picked up Vi's pants and boxers, retrieving the aforementioned scrap of paper and tossing the clothes back to Vi.

"I'm wondering-" Vi stated hesitantly while she straightened out her pants and placed them to her side, looking for something to clean herself up with. "- you usually make me... ask for it, a lot more."

Caitlyn looked down at her neutrally.

"I felt like being particularly nice today."

Vi raised a brow at her doubtfully.

"You mean you didn't wanna make me beg? At all? Who are you and what have you done with-" Vi stopped herself, because she figured that joke might be in poor taste right now.

Caitlyn decided to cut her some slack, and tried to put the issue out of her mind as well.

"You always grumble about it when I make you beg."

Vi bit her lip.

"It's growing on me."

After some more searching, Vi found a doily on a table in the corner, and cleaned up all the juices still dripping out of her as best she could. Caitlyn read the address on the paper and searched her memory for what she knew about the place.

"I guess if our lead here has nothing more to offer, we can go up and search this-"

"Or..."

Caitlyn eyed Vi as she rebuttoned her shirt and slid her feet through her pant legs.

"We can delegate, let someone else look into it-" Vi pulled her pants up and fastened her belt, standing up and getting very close to Caitlyn.

"- and I'll take you home and take care of you this time." She told Caitlyn, giving the taller woman a smug and easy smile. Caitlyn lifted a brow at her, and then lifted her skirt to expose the crotch of her pants. Vi's eyes widened and she made an adorable croaking sound when she saw how far her orgasm had spread throughout her pants.

"Holy shit, you're so fucking hot- you know that?"

"Yes, I do." Caitlyn returned an equally smug look. "And believe me, I am more than satisfied. I'm not putting off work just to indulge myself-"

"Or maybe you want something else." Vi proposed, tilting her head at Caitlyn languidly.

"Cause you didn't make me beg once-" An arm around Caitlyn's waist, pulling her closer.

"- so why don't we go home, where you can make me beg as much as you want. As hard as you want."

Caitlyn mulled the choice over in her mind for an astounding two whole seconds- maybe even three- before deciding that the investigation could go fuck itself and that Vi's idea sounded much more fun.