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For most of Vi’s life, her mornings had never been slow and easy. When she was a kid, back when her parents were alive, she woke to Powder kicking her in the shin, or the gnawing ache in her belly would grow so loud it would wake her.With Vander, it was mostly late nights, bar life and all that, so she went to bed when the sun was nearly up and rose well past noon. Daylight hours were for running jobs or training, not sleeping in.Then in prison, time had lost all meaning. She’d sleep when she felt like it and wake when she felt like it, passing whole days and weeks in that not quite awake twilight place just to make the time go faster. Or she’d wake hurting and raw from a beating- from the warden, another prisoner, or from ramming her own stubborn fists against the wall.These days though, to her unceasing amazement, she woke to Caitlyn, warm and soft and loose in her arms, breathing evenly with her head next to Vi’s on the feather pillows. She’d wake rested and at ease, belly and heart fuller than she could ever have imagined.On a typical morning, Cait’s alarm would rouse them, Vi groaning dramatically, wrapping her arms tighter around Cait’s form to keep her from rising. Cait would chuckle, give Vi a quick kiss and then be off to shower and get ready for the day.But today, Cait had nowhere to be for the whole day. Vi woke to her pressed against her, Cait’s back to her front, the silk of the tiny shorts she was wearing soft against Vi’s bare thighs. Vi’s hand was splayed against the warm satin of Cait’s taut stomach beneath the equally tiny matching tank top that went with Cait’s shorts. For all her love was a badass bitch to the world, she was a frilly little princess at heart.Vi let her eyes slid closed again, nuzzling her face into the back of Cait’s neck, her skin warm from sleep. Her calloused hands slid over the silken expanse of Cait’s stomach, stroking gently back and forth.“Mmm,” Cait hummed, stretching back into Vi’s embrace. “What a pleasant way to start the morning.”Vi smiled against her girlfriend’s neck, pushing her hips into Caitlyn’s ass and letting her mouth graze the sensitive spot just below Cait’s hairline. She felt Cait shiver at the touch and an idea popped into her head.“‘Mornin’, cupcake,” Vi croaked, her mouth exploring more of Caitlyn’s neck as she arched against the pillow. Her left hand gripped Cait’s hip, anchoring her in place, while her right hand skimmed the bottom of Cait’s breasts, tracing the smooth flesh with her fingers.“Getting handsy, are we, Violet?” Cait purred, turning her head to capture the other woman’s mouth with her own. They exchanged slow, sultry kisses as Vi’s hand continued its circuit from hip to the bottom of Caitlyn’s high, round breasts, Cait’s hips attempting to shift against the hold Vi’s other hand had.“You know these tiny shorts drive me wild,” Vi gasped out as Caitlyn bit her lower lip and tugged, drawing it out between her teeth.“Mhm,” Cait agreed, arching her back and pushing her ass more firmly back into Vi’s pelvis, causing Vi to suck in a breath.“Tease,” she groaned into Cait’s shoulder and Cait laughed as Vi mouthed across her shoulder blade, the thin strap of Caitlyn’s tank top sliding down her toned arm.“Look who’s talking,” Caitlyn quipped, back arching further to get Vi to really touch her tits. “Did you wake me up on my day off only to turn me on and not do anything about it?”“So demanding,” Vi teased, but she did finally give in and slide her hand all the way up to palm at Caitlyn’s full breast, nipple hard against her palm.Cait let out that sweet little shuddering breath that Vi loved when her rough palm slid in a light circle against her nipple, ass pushing even more firmly against Vi, thighs shift restlessly against the sheets making her shorts ride up so more of her skin was touching Vi’s bare thighs.Vi peeked over Cait’s shoulder to see her tattooed forearm disappearing beneath the pale blue silk of her top, the contrast sparking something deep in her abdomen.“Fuck, you feel so good, Cait,” Vi breathed out, the hand on her hip sliding across Cait’s lower stomach, hand flattening out and pressing lightly.“And wet for you already,” Cait moaned as Vi pinched at her nipple, fingers slipping under the waist band of her shorts and stroking the skin above her mound softly.“Yeah?” Vi rasped, voice husky.Caitlyn nodded sharply, turning her head blindly, seeking out Vi’s lips.Fuck, she loved this woman. Loved when her refined, cool exterior slipped and she was needy for her. loved the way her soft skin felt beneath her hands, her mouth. The way muscle gave way to curves gave way in turn to the most perfect silken heat between her thighs.She let her hand drift to that heat now, stroking softly, so softly against the slick gathered there already.“Fuck, Vi!” Cait cried out, her nails digging into Vi’s forearms as she grazed Cait’s clit with her fingers, not lingering. “Just touch me properly, you arsehole.”“Hmm, maybe if you ask nicely,” Vi smirked, fingers still moving with that same infuriating speed and pressure.Caitlyn’s hips were raising to meet her hand, searching for more contact, frustration clear in her movements.Deciding she’d had enough, Vi dipped a finger into Cait, groaning at the feel of her.“You’re so perfect,” she rasped, setting up a rhythm, adding a second finger and pressing the heel of her hand flat against Cait’s pussy so she could grind against it.Cait threw her head back against Vi’s shoulder, riding Vi’s hand, working herself up as Vi’s other hand continued to squeeze at her breasts. Her silk top had now slid down her left arm, exposing her left breast and she looked wanton, lost to desire and pleasure. A sight only Vi got to see.It still thrilled Vi, all these months later, that she got this, that she had the time and space to learn the woman she loved’s body so well she could play it like an instrument. In prison it had all been quick fucks, stolen moments to share in another person’s body heat, to feel alive, rarely repeated.“That feel good, baby girl?” Vi asked as she crooked her fingers and Caitlyn moaned.“Fuck, Violet, yes, yes, yes,” Caitlyn cried high and sweet, her thighs squeezing tight around Vi’s hand.She wrapped her left arm around Vi’s neck, giving her an unimpeded view of the mess she was making of her, her councilwoman’s daughter, her perfect princess in her ivory tower. Her tough as nails fighter and leader breaking apart in her lowlife pit fighter’s hands.She watched as Caitlyn’s stomach clenched and shuddered, felt as she came, thighs shaking and arms tightening around Vi’s hand, her nails digging into Vi’s skin, marking her, claiming her. Vi loved every second of it every single time.Greedy for Caitlyn’s pleasure, she didn’t let up, driving her to a second orgasm quickly after the first until Cait was a limp lump in her arms.She withdrew her fingers, making sure Cait was watching through her half lidded eye as she brought them to her mouth and sucked her taste from them. Then she leaned over and placed slow, thorough kisses on Cait’s mouth, tangling their tongues until Cait was whimpering against her mouth again.“You’ll be the death of me,” Cait groaned, pulling away and panting slightly.Vi smirked, leaning up on her elbow and resting her head in her head to gaze down at her girlfriend, her eyes glazed with lingering pleasure and lips red from kissing, a flush high in her cheeks.“What?” Caitlyn asked as Vi continued to look at her, her hand stroking idly at Cait’s bare stomach.“I just love slow mornings,” Vi said with a shrug before she grinned devilishly.Cait had a second’s warning before Vi pounced on her, straddling her slim hips, and wiped off the muscle tee she slept in, bending down to kiss her into the mattress, bare skin sliding against bare skin.“You,” Cait panted as Vi kissed her way from her neck to her collar bones to the tips of her breasts, sucking a light pink nipple between her lips, “are a menace.”“You love it,” Vi grinned up at her, resting her chin on her navel.“Gods help me, but I do,” Cait said, running a hand through the other woman’s hair, pink strands slipping through her fingers as Vi kissed her way down her stomach, fingers dragging her silk shorts down her long legs as she went. Cait kicked them off impatiently when they reached her ankles.She really did love slow mornings, Vi thought as she settled with her stomach to the mattress, Cait’s supple thighs thrown over her shoulders, and bent her head to her pussy.