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‘Tell me what you want.’ - Advices and Vices, part 3 of ? (CaitJinx Modern AU)

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The plot thickens (and gets sexier).

TW: mature content and sexual themes.

(5,603 words)

The cab ride to Jinx’s apartment passed in a blur of muffled moans, greedy gropes, and thrashing tongues. Caitlyn had never felt so shameless, nor so alive. There was something about Jinx, about the two of them together… they drove each other crazy. The poor taxi driver. They spent most of the ten-minute journey grinding against each other like a pair of impulsive, hormone-driven teenagers.

Not a second too soon, the cab pulled up at their destination. They clambered out onto the wet street, giggling and tipsily clinging to each other. Jinx buried her face into Caitlyn’s neck, kissing and licking as she pleased, while Caitlyn paid the fare. To her relief, the awkward exchange of cash and the polite ‘goodnight’ and ‘thank you’ ended in a heartbeat. The driver sped away into the night, off to pick up the next couple desperately heading home.

How many horny passengers like them did cabs get those days? Probably a fair few in Zaun. Piltover? Less likely. A few businessmen cheating on their wives with their assistants, perhaps.

She couldn’t quite picture the average Piltovan engaging in something so vulgar. And yet, there she stood, guilty of the same behaviour she saw fit to judge. What did that make her? A fool? A hypocrite? Which was worse?

Wait, when did it rain?

The hop and skip to Jinx’s apartment building was littered with puddles, the pavement was soaked, and the dip in the road next to the kerb was at least ankle deep with murky water. Must’ve been a heavy downpour, must’ve pelted against the cab’s windows so cold that the heat of their breath fogged up the glass, but Caitlyn hadn’t noticed a single drop of it. Jinx had rendered her oblivious.

It wasn’t like her to lack such basic awareness of her environment, but nothing about that night was particularly in character. At least, not a part of her character she recognised or understood. Around Jinx, she was reckless, out of control, blind to the rest of the world.

It felt eerie and strange that one person could affect her so deeply. It frightened her. Jinx frightened her. Their connection, the sheer animalistic force of their chemistry, scared her shitless.

Jinx’s apartment building sat in a line of identical structures. All painted sea blue, all erring on the nicer side of rundown, in dire need of a re-vamp but not fit to collapse. Serviceable. Caitlyn had visited only once before, with Vi, back when Jinx moved in about two years ago.

They weren’t supposed to be there. Jinx had insisted she didn’t need or want their help with the move, but big sister Vi couldn’t take no for an answer. She just couldn’t let Jinx take her first big step into adulthood on her own terms.

The whole palaver irked Caitlyn to no end. Despite their differences, Caitlyn urged Vi to see it from Jinx’s point of view. They were up all night discussing it, arguing about familial obligation and responsibility, and how Caitlyn wouldn’t understand because she’d had everything handed to her. She’d never had siblings to provide and care for, and she’d never had to struggle. The words cut at her, but Vi wasn’t all wrong, so Caitlyn conceded the fight and played along. Even offered to rent out a removals van to make it easier.

They turned up the next morning to a fully kitted out apartment, and the aftermath of a party. Jinx had moved in with the help of a few friends the day before. She’d given Vi the wrong date on purpose, knowing exactly what she’d do.

***

‘She just wanted this one thing for herself,’ Caitlyn snapped, exhausted after hours of Vi’s tormented ranting on the subject, pacing back and forth in their lounge. ‘Why is it so hard for you to accept that she’s not a kid anymore, Vi!? She’s twenty-two, for gods’ sake, she’s a grown woman! She doesn’t need you anymore!’

‘Wow, Cait,’ Vi snickered bitterly. ‘Tell me how you really feel.’ She hung her head and ground her fists together, still pounding the floorboards. ‘Powder will always be my baby sister. What doesn’t compute?’

‘I’m sorry, what doesn’t compute?’ Caitlyn mocked, filled with merciless venom, ready to spit. ‘You can’t even call her by her real name!’

‘Powder is her real name!’ Vi yelled, nostrils flaring and muscles tensing with fury.

‘No,’ Caitlyn said solemnly. ‘It isn’t, and it hasn’t been for a long time now. How can you expect her to want you in her life when you can’t respect her wishes for something as basic as a name?’

‘Seriously? I have to explain this to you again?’ Vi shook her head in frustration. ‘Jinx isn’t her name. Jinx is some weird fucking alter ego that psychopath cooked up for her so she’d be easier for him to manipulate. It’s not her name.’

‘I know,’ Caitlyn said. ‘I know that’s what you think, but—’

‘What I think!? It’s the truth!’

‘Yes, the truth, from your perspective, Vi!’ Cailyn’s rage propelled her to stand, eye to eye with her fuming wife. ‘What about hers!? What about how Jinx feels?’

‘How Powder feels.’

‘No, Jinx,’ Caitlyn demanded. ‘I’m telling you, Vi—I’ll fucking scream it if I have to—that girl will never let you in if you keep treating her like she’s still a child.’

‘But I—!’

‘I know,’ Caitlyn huffed. ‘I know why you do it, okay? I get it.’

Vi’s breathing began to level out, a sign she’d started to listen. At that, Caitlyn calmed a little, too.

‘For so long in care, you were all each other had,’ Caitlyn said, softening her voice to almost a whisper. ‘And then, just when she needed you most, they separated you. You didn’t see her grow up, couldn’t be there for her for all those important moments… I know how much that hurt. How much it still does. I see it in you every day.’

Vi’s bottom lip trembled on the cusp of tears. She wiped at her nose and shook out her shoulders, shaking away the emotions.

Why couldn’t she just cry?

If she had to, Caitlyn would’ve held Vi all night as the tears fell. Vi never let down her defences and wailed for all the pain she’d endured, and she desperately needed to. A good cry, a show of ugly, vital vulnerability, might’ve helped to release something locked deep inside.

But no. Vi never cried, not even when Vander died. She just got angry instead.

‘All that aside, the pain and regret you feel about the past doesn’t give you the right to behave this way, Vi,’ Caitlyn firmly concluded. ‘Jinx is her own person with her own wants and needs. You don’t get to decide what name she goes by, her moving plans, none of it. It’s just not your business. You can offer to help, fine, but next time, if she says no, please just take it as a no. You’ll end up losing her for good if you don’t.’

‘Cait, you’re not—’

‘I can’t keep having this conversation,’ she said, stone-faced and weary. ‘I’m going to bed.’

‘It’s not even eight yet.’

‘Well, I’m tired.’

***

The stench of stale urine and cigarette smoke blinked Caitlyn back to reality, as she and Jinx entered the stairwell. Their boots clomped and clanked in unison on the metal steps, all the way up to the third floor, where Jinx opened a security-sealed door and led them into a long, stuffy corridor.

‘You okay, Kiramman?’ Jinx asked, voice all giddy and laced with faux concern. ‘You haven’t even commented on the smell. It’s pretty ripe in here. Gag-worthy, really.’

She paused for a reaction, but Caitlyn didn’t speak or even look at her. The memories the building had conjured burrowed into her mind like leeches on bleeding flesh.

‘Cait?’ Jinx’s concern suddenly sounded genuine. She stopped walking and stared back at her. ‘Second thoughts?’

Jinx huffed and clicked her fingers in front of Caitlyn’s eyes, demanding her attention. It worked. Caitlyn fixed her gaze on Jinx’s furrowed brow and needy, pouting mouth.

‘Sorry,’ she said, still a little out of it. ‘I was just… it’s a while since I’ve been here.’

‘Ah,’ Jinx grimaced, as though she knew exactly what Caitlyn meant. ‘Yeah. I hadn’t thought about that.’

‘…this is weird, isn’t it?’ Caitlyn knew the answer. It tore at her. ‘I should go. This was a mistake.’

She turned on her heel, but Jinx grabbed her wrist to stop her leaving.

‘Wait—’

Caitlyn looked back and couldn’t help but smile at the heart-shaped face that greeted her, full of want and longing. Jinx might never have said it with her words, but her eyes begged Caitlyn to stay. As did the soothing strokes from Jinx’s thumb, as she let go of Caitlyn’s wrist and locked their fingers together.

Walking away from everything Jinx had to offer would certainly be difficult.

‘Will you at least come in for a drink while I call you another cab?’ Jinx bargained. ‘If it rains again and you’re waiting outside, you’ll be screwed.’

‘Sure,’ Caitlyn agreed. It seemed a fair compromise.

They carried on down the corridor, towards Jinx’s apartment.

‘You noticed the rain, then?’ Caitlyn asked, as they strode hand in hand down the worn carpet.

‘Not until we got out,’ Jinx confessed. ‘I wasn’t exactly focusing on the weather.’

‘Me neither.’

‘Oh.’ Jinx halted. Big blue eyes doubled in size. She moved in close, resting her hands around Caitlyn’s waist. ‘You spaced, too?’ Her tone was heartbreakingly vulnerable. ‘I thought it was just me getting carried away. You know, Jinx being Jinx.’

Jinx being Jinx? What did that mean? That she was stupid somehow? That she didn’t see things clearly? It reeked of gaslighting. Who had instilled in her such a negative self-view? Silco; the carers at the foster home; her parents before they died; Vi…?

Some combination of all four, probably.

Bile rose in Caitlyn’s throat, and a bewildering mixture of sadness, rage and affection bubbled in her stomach, threatening to erupt and spill over. She wanted to protect Jinx. To scoop her up and glue every broken fragment of her psyche back together.

Where had all these feelings come from?

Her hands acted on their own volition and cupped Jinx’s warm, blushing cheeks; stroked the soft skin she found there.

A peculiar expression fluttered across Jinx’s face. What was that emotion? Embarrassment? Vulnerability? An acknowledgement of pain? The kind of pain Jinx kept buried.

Whatever it was, it vanished almost as soon as it appeared.

‘Come on,’ Jinx snickered and pulled away from their tense embrace. She inched backwards down the corridor, eyes glued on Caitlyn’s. ‘Let’s get you that cab, huh?’

Something in her tone told Caitlyn what she already knew as fact: there’d be no cab. There’d be no leaving. They wanted each other too much to resist.

They reached Jinx’s door, number two-four-two. It stood out from the rest, covered in doodles and stickers. Caitlyn grinned at the sight; Jinx had truly made the place her home. With a soft smile, Jinx took her hand and led her inside.

The studio apartment was open-plan, more spacious than Caitlyn remembered, with tastefully exposed-brick walls and a front-facing balcony. The click of her heels ricocheted off of the hardwood floor as she explored Jinx’s domain. Like the woman herself, it was a little chaotic. Cluttered with various gadgets and candles, antiques and collectible figurines, posters of musicians and eclectic, modern artwork.

A king-size bed sat in the far-left corner; black sheets unmade from the morning. Caitlyn imagined herself lying there with Jinx on top of her, grinding against her thigh, moaning on the cusp of climax.

A chill tingled up her spine.

She blinked. Recalibrated.

At the studio’s centre, facing the window and the balcony beyond, was a worn leather sofa and matching armchair, surrounded by an IKEA coffee table, potted plants, marijuana paraphernalia and an expensive-looking Soundsystem. On the inner wall, to Caitlyn’s right, an over-filled bookcase arched over a blackboard with some kind of equation scrawled across it.

Caitlyn examined the numbers and squiggles but couldn’t make sense of it. Engineering code, no doubt. Too big-brained for her. It was all too easy to forget how clever Jinx was, behind all that bravado.

The kitchen, towards the tail end, sported a mini-bar complete with suspended bottles of vodka, gin, whisky, tequila, and a neon sign overhead which read ‘it’s now or never.’ The sign felt like some kind of message. Her gut lurched.

‘So, come on,’ Jinx cooed. ‘Bed’s this way…’

‘Actually, I’d quite like that drink you mentioned.’

‘Right,’ Jinx drawled, unconvinced, inching closer to the bed. ‘And a cab, too?’

‘Depends on what drink you make me,’ Caitlyn quipped back.

‘Wait, seriously?’ Jinx scoffed. ‘You actually want a drink?’

‘I do.’

‘Huh.’ Jinx balked in disbelief and returned to Caitlyn in the centre of the room. ‘So, Kiramman,’ she rasped with a tease in her tone. ‘Craving anything in particular? Gin and tonic, or…’

‘Surprise me,’ Caitlyn said.

‘You trust me enough for that?’

‘It’s a drink; I think I’ll survive.’

‘… ‘kay.’

Jinx cackled as she skipped over to the mini-bar and set about preparing whatever drink she planned to make. While she waited, Caitlyn gravitated to the sofa. Offloaded her blazer, handbag, and boots, and sank into the soft cushion. The material of her chinos stretched a little as she sat with her feet tucked under her and made herself comfortable.

From the mini-bar, Jinx spied Caitlyn’s new location and chuckled, as she shook up her concoction and poured it out into two smart martini glasses. Judging by the salt around each rim, Jinx had made margaritas.

Did she… she couldn’t have remembered Caitlyn’s love for margaritas, could she? It seemed too perfect to have been a coincidence.

Jinx ferried the drinks over, donning a sly grin as she handed over Caitlyn’s.

Yeah, she definitely remembered.

‘Well, this is a surprise,’ Caitlyn said. ‘My favourite.’

‘Oh, really?’ With a coy and calculating twinkle in her eye, Jinx took a seat in the oversized armchair to Caitlyn’s right. ‘I had no idea.’ Sure, she didn’t. ‘Give it a taste.’

Caitlyn obliged and took a sip. It was pungent with tequila and citrus, made slightly savoury and moreish by the salt. Perfect.

‘Where did you learn to make this? It’s fantastic.’

‘Used to tend bar at one of the strip clubs downtown,’ Jinx said, and made a start on her own. ‘I can show you if you want. It’s not hard.’

Caitlyn spluttered into her drink. Her brain short-circuited.

‘The recipe, I mean,’ Jinx clarified. ‘Not stripping. Stripping’s tough work. All the pole-dancing and stuff? You have to be in seriously good shape.’

‘You worked at a strip club?’ She asked once her head stopped spinning. ‘When? For how long?’

Jinx rolled her eyes with a hint of disdain. ‘Does it matter?’

‘No, that’s not…’ She floundered. Composed herself with another sip. ‘I don’t mean to judge, I just… I had no idea.’

‘Why would you?’ Jinx rebuffed, her sarcasm bordering irritation. ‘We barely know each other. Isn’t that the theme of this evening?’

‘…right.’ Caitlyn didn’t want to argue; sipped more of the delicious drink instead.

‘Besides, can you imagine what would’ve happened if Vi knew I worked at a place like that?’

‘The mind boggles.’

Violence of some form, certainly. Arson sprung to mind. Homicide, perhaps. Fists would most definitely have flown.

‘I wasn’t even a stripper,’ Jinx added. ‘I made drinks in skimpy outfits. It was harmless… and very lucrative.’

‘I can imagine,’ Caitlyn stated, resisting a smirk at the notion of Jinx conning the clientele out of hundreds of dollars in tips just by winking in their direction.

‘Whatever,’ Jinx huffed and placed her half-supped margarita onto the coffee table between them. ‘It was a while ago.’

‘Well, you’ve done great for yourself since,’ Caitlyn said. ‘Vi would be proud.’

She winced as soon as the words left her mouth. Totally the wrong thing to say. For gods’ sake, Caitlyn. She was there to sleep with Jinx, not reminisce about the past and talk about her ex-wife. Why couldn’t she keep Vi’s name out of her mouth?

Come to think of it, Jinx had mentioned her too. They both had Vi on the brain.

Great. How ideal.

Jinx stared into the wood of the table, a subtle frown creasing her features.

‘Sorry,’ Caitlyn said, letting out an awkward chuckle. ‘It’s hard to avoid mentioning her, isn’t it?’

‘I guess. Yeah.’

‘It feels like…’ Caitlyn hesitated. Her next words were probably unwise, but still, she had to say them. ‘You’re the only person I can really talk about her with.’

‘Same here,’ Jinx said, and finally locked onto Caitlyn’s gaze. ‘You and my therapist, anyway.’ Her eyes widened, like she’d said too much, given away too much of herself. ‘But we don’t need to talk about that, like, ever, so—’

‘Of course,’ Caitlyn smiled with care. ‘Talk about what?’

‘Thanks,’ Jinx smiled back, cementing their mutual understanding.

As curious as she felt, Caitlyn wouldn’t pry. The knowledge that Jinx had a therapist at all was good enough. Gods knew she needed one.

Maybe Caitlyn could’ve used one, too?

‘Anyway, whaddaya say, Kiramman?’ Jinx asked, her tone suddenly suggestive. Her mood seemed to chop and change so easily. ‘Am I calling you that cab?’

‘Hmm…’ Caitlyn tilted her head and sipped from her glass.

Finally, they were getting back to the point, the whole reason they were there together in the first place. She felt dizzy with relief but dared not show it. As the tart alcohol scintillated her tongue, she followed Jinx’s lead and placed her drink down.

‘I think you already know the answer to that,’ she replied, hiding her nerves with a wry smile.

Full of her trademark, bullshit nonchalance, Jinx slouched into the armchair and gave a small shrug. She seemed grumpy and bored. Why? Because they hadn’t fallen into bed the second they’d arrived? Jinx had tried the gentleman’s approach of making drinks and conversation, and now, what? Time to embrace the brat within? Did Jinx think acting up would get her what she wanted out of this?

‘Which is…?’ Jinx prompted.

Oh, it was a stand-off, was it? Who’d crack and reveal their desire first? In that case, Caitlyn didn’t mind appearing to lose.

With a patient sigh, she stood from the sofa and rounded the table, stepping into Jinx’s personal space. She crouched down to Jinx’s eye level, to find her companion blushing at the shift in tension. Holding Jinx’s stare, Caitlyn crossed her arms over Jinx’s widespread lap and clasped her hands together, propping her chin up on the steeple where her fingers met in the middle.

‘You tell me,’ Caitlyn commanded with a whisper. ‘Tell me what you want.’

Jinx bit her lip and slouched further down, brushing her clothed upper thighs against Caitlyn’s hands as she encased her legs around Caitlyn’s waist. With a flicker of a smile, she prized Caitlyn’s hands apart and took the fingers of her right hand into her mouth, one by one, paying particular attention to the middle three.

Caitlyn’s lips parted in awe at the unexpected sight before her. The inside of Jinx’s mouth was a wet, velvety swirl of bodily heat and cool ice from the margarita. Her tongue was tender and rugged at once, depending on how she used it. Revisiting Caitlyn’s middle finger, Jinx bit down, just hard enough to make her gasp. Jinx smirked, seemingly pleased with herself, and licked the knuckle between her teeth.

Caitlyn removed her hand from Jinx’s grasp and wrapped her long, wetted fingers around Jinx’s slender neck with a light squeeze. Jinx rutted and moaned beneath her, still staring, enthralled by what might happen next.

‘What do you want, Jinx?’ Caitlyn pressed.

In one fluid motion, Jinx tightened her legs to gain a sturdier hold around Caitlyn’s waist and brought her knees up. Caitlyn thrusted up and forwards with a disconcerted yelp, landing nose to nose with the menace herself. Jinx giggled on impact, but her laughter soon died as she focused on Caitlyn. They drank each other in for a second, united in their dilated pupils and racing hearts.

Cold, petite hands stroked up Caitlyn’s arms, as Jinx lazily, greedily, lovingly, placed kisses all over her face. Forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, eyebrows, lips.

‘Good enough answer?’ Jinx teased; mouth barely parted from Caitlyn’s.

‘It’ll do,’ Caitlyn retorted, and they chuckled into another kiss.

Tentative at first, they quickly lost themselves in a stream of urgent moans and roaming hands. Soon, Caitlyn scooped Jinx out of the chair altogether. With Jinx’s limb’s already wrapped around her, it didn’t take much effort. The girl couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds or so; Caitlyn benched heavier at the gym. She stood upright with Jinx writhing sensually in her arms, kissing her neck, attached like a koala. Within a few clumsy steps, she swivelled to ensure Jinx would land on top, and let them both fall onto the mattress with a shriek of aroused glee.

Giggling all the more, Jinx pinned Caitlyn beneath her small frame, battling tongue against tongue as she groped her breasts through her shirt. Their legs intertwined, knees in each other’s crotches to maximise mutual pleasure.

Button by button, Jinx undid Caitlyn’s shirt until it fell open. Sitting back on her haunches a moment, Jinx traced over the lines of Caitlyn’s bra in admiration.

‘Can I see you?’ Jinx asked.

With a slight nod, Caitlyn sat up. First, she removed her shirt, and then her bra. Breasts exposed, she lay back and propped herself up on her elbows, allowing Jinx to get her fill. She knew she looked good. At thirty years old, she’d never been fitter or in better shape, and it showed. Plus, even if she’d lacked confidence, Jinx’s flabbergasted look of lust spoke for itself.

‘Holy fucking shit,’ Jinx exclaimed with a nervous laugh. ‘I knew you were beautiful, but… wow…’ With a new sense of uncertainty, she reached out her hand and gently caressed the soft flesh of Caitlyn’s breasts, one at a time, before stroking down the toned planes of her belly. ‘You’re like… the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a few. I mean, not to compare, but… I’m gonna shut up now.’

‘Good to know,’ Caitlyn snickered and pulled Jinx in for another round of hungry kisses.

It felt more than good. It felt incredible for Jinx—for any woman, but especially Jinx—to admire her like that. It had been too long since she’d indulged this part of herself. She hadn’t had sex since—

NOPE. Not thinking about Vi during sex with Jinx. NOT HAPPENING.

But yes, it felt good. Very, very good.

In between kisses, Jinx whipped her t-shirt off to reveal a bra of her own. More of a bralette, really; a cute, little black thing which sat on her chest in a flattering V-shape, not a shred of underwire in sight.

Jinx had significantly less to show in that department, and Caitlyn felt a pang of envy at how much simpler it must’ve been for her to style herself. Caitlyn’s wardrobe would’ve been so much more streamlined, more her, if everything didn’t have to be so busty all the time. Any typical blouse and blazer combo, such as the one she’d worn that evening, instantly had to factor in cleavage for her to truly rock it. Then again, certain dresses and tight-fitted jumpers she owned would’ve been nigh unwearable with a more petite chest. There were pros and cons to every woman’s body type, she supposed, and they were all gorgeous in their own right.

With Jinx in her lap, Caitlyn kissed her again. Cupping Jinx’s small, perfect breasts, she rubbed and squeezed the hard nubs of her nipples, eliciting a ream of adorable squeals and profanities. Eventually, Jinx tore the bralette off. Caitlyn replaced pinching fingers with a delicate tongue and sharp teeth, and the profanities increased delightfully.

Okay, so Jinx liked nipple play.

Still using her mouth to tend to Jinx’s breasts, Caitlyn’s fingers wandered between the younger woman’s legs. Her core radiated heat through her jeans, and she bucked her hips at even the slightest touch. Caitlyn doubled her efforts, applying pressure and rhythm to her squeezes.

With a whine of pure frustration, Jinx plunged her hands into Caitlyn’s hair and pulled at the roots, forcing her to look up, nipple in mouth. She released the glistening pink nub with a pop, granting Jinx her full attention (mostly) while her hand remained on Jinx’s crotch.

‘Fuck me,’ Jinx pleaded. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

‘How d’you want me to fuck you, Jinx?’ Caitlyn asked with a serene calm. Her busy hands gave her focus, enabling her to sound matter-of-fact despite her unbridled thrill at the request. ‘Fingers? Mouth? Soft? Hard?’

‘Dealer’s choice,’ Jinx said. ‘Just make me scream.’

Wonderful.

Caitlyn untangled herself from Jinx’s limbs and stood to the side of the bed. She took off her chinos, folded them, and placed them atop Jinx’s surprisingly uncluttered bedside table. Left in just her knickers, she perched back on the bed, facing Jinx.

This promised to be fun. She’d forgotten how naturally all of this came to her. How invigorating it could be.

‘Take off your jeans and underwear,’ she instructed.

Jinx readily obliged, peeling off her jeans and the cute pair of baby pink boxer-briefs underneath.

‘Lie back and spread your legs.’

Jinx obeyed once more, revealing the sheen of her wet, hairy pussy in all its glory.

‘Good girl,’ Caitlyn said.

Jinx whimpered at the praise, barrelling straight into a hearty moan as Caitlyn met her open cunt with a finger teasing her hole and a kiss to her clit. As fun as it was to make Jinx squirm, Caitlyn had no patience left. Eyes locked on the beauty before her, she slipped her middle finger into Jinx’s hot core. Jinx’s pupils shone, needful and entranced. The same finger she had bitten and licked now moved within her in slow, shallow pumps, testing how much she could take.

‘More,’ Jinx urged. ‘Please.’

Caitlyn added another finger and upped her pace to a steady back and forth.

More profanities cascaded from Jinx’s lust-red lips, some too quiet to hear, others loud and dramatic. Every utterance, every muffled gasp and unhinged moan, fell on Caitlyn’s ears like music to a conductor, spurring her on to complete her masterpiece. Jinx’s harmonies dictated Caitlyn’s pace. A period of quiet, soft sighs, and Caitlyn went harder, faster. A string of longer, heavier notes, and Caitlyn fell back, lightened her touch. They were in concerto with each other, lost in the moment, not an ounce of self-consciousness or restraint between them.

Jinx’s first orgasm came like the swell of a chorus, promising more. Caitlyn added a third finger and set her mouth to work on Jinx’s clit, licking and sucking with rapid precision.

The next chorus loomed within the verse. Jinx bucked her hips and held Caitlyn’s head steady. Her symphony hit another high note. Caitlyn maintained pace long enough for the second chorus to play through, then dropped into the bridge. Lessened her thrusts. Removed her mouth from Jinx’s sensitive clit.

The process of increasing and reducing intensity continued until Jinx had thrashed out what felt like an entire album. Caitlyn’s stamina proved relentless, but even she began to waver.

One last crescendo, and Jinx tapped out, slamming her arm on the bed like a weary wrestler.

Kissing along Jinx’s thighs and pelvis, Caitlyn removed her fingers and wiped them on Jinx’s tummy. To her surprise, Jinx took them into her mouth and licked them clean. Even through the haze of her exhaustion, her clit throbbed at the sight of Jinx tasting her own cum like that.

‘Fuck,’ Caitlyn said, gawping like a pervert.

‘Yeah?’ Jinx asked. ‘You like this? Me tasting myself… cleaning you up after I got you all dirty…’

Caitlyn could only nod and swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth.

‘Was I good for you?’ Jinx’s expression turned cherubic in its earnestness. ‘Am I a good girl?’

‘The best girl,’ Caitlyn replied. ‘An angel.’

‘An angel?’ Jinx grinned, and something demonic lit up in her eyes. ‘Really?’ She challenged. ‘That sounds a little too good.’

‘Does it, now?’ Caitlyn questioned, playing into the moment.

Jinx nodded.

‘Well,’ Caitlyn sighed. ‘Why don’t you show me the other side to you then?’

‘What, my evil side…?’ Jinx grinned, but her eyes grew glassy, on the cusp of tears.

In a beat, her smile fell, and she hardened to stone.

‘No need,’ she said, no longer playful. ‘I’m bad enough for you already.’

Caitlyn didn’t have a response for that. Nothing witty or flirty up her sleeve. She just sat in silence and watched as Jinx crawled under the duvet and curled up facing the wall, away from her.

‘…do you really believe that?’ She finally dared to ask.

Jinx’s bare shoulders arched and slumped in a half-hearted shrug.

‘I don’t,’ Caitlyn added, for whatever good it might’ve done. ‘I don’t believe that one bit.’

‘Yeah, you do,’ Jinx said.

All the colour drained from her voice, leaving it monotone grey. Caitlyn’s chest tightened at the sound.

‘I don’t,’ Caitlyn assured.

She lay a hand on Jinx’s shoulder, trying to fight for a sliver of the connection they had just shared.

Jinx shuddered away from her touch and hiked the duvet up, covering everything but the top of her bright blue hair.

‘Jinx…?’

Words seemed futile, but without touch they were all she had.

‘What’s wrong? Talk to me… I’m right here.’

‘I know you’re there; I can hear you breathing.’

A harsh lump clogged Caitlyn’s throat.

‘Talk to me, then,’ she reasoned. ‘Please.’

‘…just go to sleep, Cait,’ Jinx said, defeated.

‘And we’ll talk about this in the morning?’

‘Sure. Whatever.’

Instinct told Caitlyn they wouldn’t talk at all, but she ignored it in favour of hope. Maybe if Jinx got some sleep, she’d feel better in the morning? More like herself.

***

Caitlyn slept in bursts, waking sporadically to Jinx’s rigid, painfully conscious body next to her. Jinx hadn’t slept one minute, had she? Her hope dissipated like smoke in the breeze.

What happened last night? Something had clearly triggered Jinx, but what?

Tired and anguished, Caitlyn rolled over. Checked her phone.

The time read 7:10: an acceptable hour to get up, gather her things and leave.

But she didn’t want to go. Not without talking to Jinx. Last night, everything that transpired—the good, the bad—it begged to be discussed.

Where did it leave them? What were they to each other now?

In the bleak light of day, she suspected little would change, but part of her longed for a different outcome. They’d connected. Deeply. Not just sexually, but as people. Jinx moved her. Made her ache and laugh and feel sexy again. She didn’t want to lose that so soon.

Of all the people it could’ve been, why did it have to be Jinx? And why—fucking why!?—did it have to end on such a shitty note?

They really needed to talk.

Jinx remained in the same position she had all night. Unmoving and unsleeping, like a sentient statue.

‘Jinx?’ Caitlyn tried. ‘Jinx, are you awake?’

‘…you know I am.’

Jinx spoke just as stoically as she had before. Like every word was a chore.

Caitlyn’s chest constricted further.

‘Thought I’d best ask,’ she said. ‘Are you ready to talk? I can wait if you need to—’

‘Just go,’ Jinx interrupted.

‘What?’

‘Go home, Cait.’

‘But…’

What could she even say at that point? Jinx had completely shut down.

‘I’m not going home until you tell me what happened last night,’ she resolved. One way or another, she’d get the answers she needed.

‘Enjoy paying my rent then.’

‘Is that all you have to say?’ Caitlyn’s temper simmered. ‘Some half-baked quip?’

‘Guess so.’

‘Really, Jinx?’ Caitlyn demanded. ‘I’ve been tossing and turning all night, wondering what the fuck I did wrong to make you snap and switch up on me, and you’re not going to even try to explain? I get no explanation for being treated like that. No apology?’

‘Okay. Sorry.’

‘For what?’

‘Sorry you feel entitled to an apology.’

‘Entitled?’ Caitlyn could hardly believe what she’d heard. ‘Entitled!?’

‘Yep.’

‘So, you go cold and distant on me out of nowhere, and I’m entitled for wanting to know why?’ Caitlyn balked; temper officially lost. ‘Stellar logic right there. Impeccable.’

‘Not what I said.’

‘It’s what you meant.’

‘I said demanding an apology was entitled of you, not the other thing.’

‘Y’know what, Jinx?’ Caitlyn burst into furious laughter as she swung out of bed and hunted for her clothes. ‘Whatever, I don’t care. I’m done.’

Jinx didn’t reply, just hugged the duvet tighter around her body.

Caitlyn clipped her bra into place and pulled on her chinos. Spied her blouse where it had unceremoniously landed, near the sofa. She rescued it and slipped it on. Fastened the buttons as quickly as her shaking hands allowed.

‘I’m going,’ she said. ‘Have a nice fucking weekend.’

Still no response.

Fine.

Already at the sofa, her boots and the rest of her things were in easy reach. She gathered them together in a bundle and left without looking back.

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