〚 Notes - Hiiii! First CaitVi fic on this account, woop woop! I've loved Arcane since it first came out so I'm glad to finally write for them :D ignore any spelling/grammar errors I was lazy with the editing :P〛
〚 Summary - Caitlyn wakes up sick, but does she rest? Of course not. 〛
〚 Wordcount - 5450 (sheesh)〛
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It had been a cold day in Piltover. They’d seen the first hints of snow on the horizon. Frost clung to frozen grass blades, covering them in an icy, white coat.
Vi rolled over, stretching with a groggy mumble as she slowly roused. Even in their heated bedroom the chill of the early morning didn’t go unnoticed. She shivered and curled tighter beneath the covers. Unconsciously she ended up shuffling closer to her girlfriend beside her, sighing in relief as she felt the heat she was radiating before allowing herself to drift back to sleep.
She woke up a little bit later to an empty bed. The pink haired girl grumbled to herself at the loss of heat before propping herself up onto one elbow as she sat up. The morning light streamed through the frosted window, catching on the deep blue of Caitlyn's uniform. She was in the process of buttoning up her coat.
Vi stretched and scratched the back of her head as she watched Caitlyn getting ready for work, "Mornin', cupcake," She yawned, voice thick with sleep. "You up already?"
“I have a meeting with the enforcers working north division.” The Officer replied before clearing her throat quietly, “You can go back to sleep, I’ll try and be quiet.”
“By ‘meeting’, you mean kicking their asses?” Vi mumbled and she tried to get comfy again. There wasn’t much point trying to head back to sleep now but she could at least get cosy again.
Caitlyn shrugged, “If they did their jobs properly then I wouldn’t have to kick it.” She continued to straighten out her coat but stopped as she felt an uncomfortable itch build at the back of her sinuses. She scrunched up her nose and rubbed a finger beneath it - when her efforts to stave off the growing irritation failed. It was clear she was going to-
The navy haired girl had managed to stifle it into almost silence. If it weren’t for the small exhale of air she let out afterwards then she could’ve probably gone unnoticed. The girl on the bed looked up curiously, a small smile tugging at her face when she could clearly see Cait swipe a knuckle beneath her nose for a quick second before fixing her collar.
“Stop fretting about your appearance Cait’, go kick some Topside ass.”
Caitlyn shot her a pointed look but said nothing as she picked up her hat from the dresser. As she placed it on her head, she paused again, her sharp inhale barely audible. Her nostrils flared, and she pinched them shut with her thumb and forefinger, her breath hitching visibly.
“Hhh...hh’mmksshh!” The sneeze escaped, muffled but not entirely suppressed. Caitlyn sniffled again, shaking her head slightly, as though to shake off the lingering irritation. “Excuse me.”
Vi couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle bubbling up in her throat. “Bless you, cupcake. That’s two now, right? I’d say you’re on a roll.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the cold wooden floor. “You getting the sniffles?”
The Officer shook her head, giving a final firm sniff before straightening her posture, “No.” It came out a little shorter than she intended, her voice softened as she slowly came over to Vi, planting a deliberate kiss to her forehead, “I’ll see you after work?”
She knew Vi worried about her when it came to these things - even though she’d never admit it openly. But Caitlyn could read her like a book. The Zaunite just nodded and gave her a groggy smile, “See you later, have a good shift babe.”
Caitlyn nodded, and headed towards the door, making sure to grab her bag as she left. To be completely honest she wasn’t feeling completely herself but that didn’t matter. She just needed to get her head down and get to work and despite everything, the Officer was unable to keep the small smirk off her face when she heard Vi calling out, “You look hot as fuck wearing that by the way!” just before she closed the door and headed out.
Work wasn’t exactly going well. She rubbed at her throat, resisting the urge to wince at the sharp scratching sensation at the back of it. Her voice had cracked and rasped during the meeting with North Squad which was just a poorly disguised disciplinary hearing. How such idiots had made it this far, she truly had no idea, but she wasn’t about to catch any heat from the higher ups for their slacking.
“I don’t ever want to have this discussion again.” She said sternly, glaring each one down with an unamused expression. She tried to hold her stare, but her breath hitched shakily. Shit, not now! Caitlyn pulled a handkerchief from her back pocket and firmly pressed it to her nose, hoping to quell the itch, “One more of this nonsense and I’ll have all your asses thrown back into the academy for mandatory- Hhh- train~hHh'xxgknt!... Hh’tshgnkk!” Cait stifled two sharp teasing sneezes against the fabric. It didn’t give her much relief, but it seemed to quell the itch for now, “Excuse me. As I saying, I will have you all put back in mandatory basic training. Is that clear?”
The North Squad didn’t need any excuse to start slacking even more, and she wasn’t about to let her authority waver because she felt under the weather. The disciplinary meeting concluded with reluctant nods and mumbled affirmations, the enforcers shuffling out under Caitlyn’s withering glare. As the last one left, she allowed herself a moment to slump into the chair at the head of the table, pressing her hands to her temples.
The nagging tickle in her sinuses wasn’t going away, and the pounding in her head had settled into a dull but persistent throb. She knew she wasn’t at her best today—far from it—but there wasn’t exactly much she could do except push through. She sniffled damply, before giving in and blowing her nose. It didn’t give her much relief, congestion retaking its place within moments. Caitlyn sighed, hunching over her desk and holding her head in her hands until a sharp knock at the door interrupted her moment of reprieve.
“Officer Kiramman?” It was Officer Grayson, her second-in-command for the day.
“Yes, what is it?” Caitlyn straightened, though her voice cracked slightly. She cleared her throat quickly, trying to mask it.
Grayson raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it. “There’s an issue over at the Topside market. A dispute between merchants that’s starting to get physical. Should I handle it?”
Caitlyn wanted nothing more than to say yes, to let someone else deal with it while she buried herself under the blankets back home. But that wasn’t her style. “No,” She said firmly, rising from her seat. The dizziness that followed made her grip the edge of the desk for support. She quickly steadied herself and grabbed her coat, hoping Grayson hadn’t noticed.
The scene was chaos. Two merchants stood nose-to-nose, shouting obscenities loud enough to draw a crowd. Their employees and several bystanders were already exchanging heated words, with a few shoves thrown in for good measure. The tension in the air was palpable, threatening to erupt at any moment.
Caitlyn sighed, pressing a hand briefly to her throbbing temple before stepping into the fray. “Enough!” she barked, her voice hoarse but commanding. The crowd turned toward her, their anger momentarily giving way to apprehension under her stern gaze.
The effect was immediately the loud scene being reduced to hushed whispers as people looked on in anticipation to see how it would be resolved, “What the hell is going on here?” Both men scrambled to answer, raising their voices again until they were both shouting in her face. She breathed deeply – well as much as she could through her congestion and took a step back, forcing herself to raise her voice to be heard over the men, “Right! That’s enough, the both of you! One at a time. You.” She turned to the older man, her gaze stern and expectant.
“He’s selling on my patch!” He growled, throwing a hand out in a furious swing at the other man, who had quickly dodged out of his reach. “I paid for this spot just for this scoundrel come and steal it!”
There was a yell of objection from the other side. “He’s lying! He hasn’t got the papers to prove it!”
It was a useless back and forth with no sign of settling down. Whilst Caitlyn was trying to best to defuse the situation, a sudden drop of rain fell from the dark clouds above - an omen to the downpour that began a mere moment later.
The rain pelted hard, quickly soaking through her uniform, goosebumps rippling along her exposed skin. The men were still shouting, only fuelling her pounding headache. She couldn’t take it much longer.
“That’s it!” She barked, the order tearing from her throat, “Neither of you will be selling here today! You come back tomorrow with your proper paperwork to prove this is your spot and I will not hear another word of this petty nonsense! Do I make myself clear?”
The men muttered in disapproval, still making snide remarks at each other. The officer took in an infuriated breath, “Is that understood?” She ordered, her tone harsh and serious.
Both parties nodded, “Yes Officer.” A defeated voice echoed whilst relief enforcers led them both in opposite directions.
“Ridiculous behaviour. Acting like children.” Caitlyn muttered to herself as the noise finally died down. A shiver running down across her skin as the clouds above only continued to darken. Such awful weather, she thought to herself and made an effort to get back inside as quickly as she could.
Despite the metal plating on her armour, her uniform beneath her was soaked and clinging to her skin uncomfortably. The officer was thanking her lucky stars for the spare set of clothes she kept in her drawer. Whilst it was dry, it did little to warm the cold that had settled deep in her bones, her body still trembling ever so slightly as it tried to regain some of the lost heat.
Grayson had brought her a coffee not long after, but unfortunately for the officer, she had worked in on her mid-sneeze, an unpleasant sound which couldn’t be excused by mere chance alone, especially given the fact it was followed by at least 3 more.
“Under the weather?” The older woman asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’m fine, as you were Officer Grayson.”
Her aim of dismissing the officer quickly wasn’t going to work. The older woman had watched Caitlyn grow up, she was more than aware of how stubborn the Kiramman could be, “You’re ill. With this weather, it’s quite unlikely of any further incidents today. Would you not consider going home to rest?”
“I have reports to complete. They need to be signed off today.” Cait sighed, rubbing her temples in a poor attempt to ease the pressure, “It’s just a cold. I can manage.”
Grayson sighed, she knew when to pick her battles and trying to get a stubborn Kiramman to back down was almost impossible, “Just don’t push yourself too hard, you looked exhausted already.” With that, the Officer left and closed the door behind her, leaving Caitlyn alone in her office.
Paperwork was never fun. But these reports seemed to be endless, the words swirling against the white pages. No matter how much she strained, her eyes couldn’t seem to focus. At her current speed it took nearly an hour to even make a dent in the pile.
Leaning back in her chair, Caitlyn pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress the overwhelming desire to just lie down and sleep for a week. She reached for her mug again, only to find it had gone cold. Of course. With a defeated sigh, she stood to refill it. Heading out into the open station to use the coffee machine. The officer had almost been done when a particularly forceful sneeze caught her off guard.
It was loud enough to draw attention, and she froze, mortified. Several heads turned her way, concern and curiosity flickering across their faces.
“Bless you ma’am,” One of the enforcers close to her offered hesitantly.
Caitlyn muttered a quiet, “Thank you,” before hurrying to her office, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She swallowed hard, sniffling thickly as she rubbed at her nose with her knuckles. It wasn’t exactly pleasant but what else was she meant to do, let her nose just run down her face?
Outside the view of prying eyes, Caitlyn sank into her chair with a defeated slump. She picked up her cup and took a sip, grimacing as the liquid ran down her throat. She pushed the cup aside, the strong scent of coffee making her nose run again but at least the warmth was helping a little.
She hadn’t meant to be there so long. But one thing led to another – somebody had incorrectly filed a report, lost evidence and a minor spat between rookie colleagues. Before long, the hallways had dimmed and quiet settled across the station and Caitlyn found she was the last one still typing away, eyes half-lidded as she struggled to keep herself awake.
The Officer blinked hard, eyes stinging as she tried to focus on the final paragraph of the incident summary in front of her. The words blurred, her head pounding in time with her pulse.
She sniffled again, a harsh, congested sound, and fumbled in her drawer for the half-used pack of tissues she knew was in there somewhere. Her fingers brushed the plastic, and she tugged them free with more force than necessary, catching an unrestrained sneeze in the crumpled fabric just in time.
“hh’TSCHHhhuhh… Huhh-ESSCHhh!”
She let out an exhausted groan, dragging the tissue across her nose before tossing it in the bin. Her throat felt red and raw. Her body ached – that deep, dragging fatigue clinging to her muscles like lead weights.
She shoved her chair back with more irritation than strength and stood, wavering slightly as the world tilted uneasily. Her hand shot out to grip the edge of the desk, steadying herself as a fresh wave of dizziness passed. Maybe Grayson was right. Maybe she should’ve gone home hours ago.
With her coat thrown haphazardly over one arm and her drink abandoned entirely, Caitlyn trudged down the quiet hallway, her boots dragging slightly against the floor. The cool night air hit her square in the face when she stepped outside, but she didn’t have the energy to groan, simply shivered and pulled her coat tighter around herself.
By the time Cait reached her apartment, her legs were trembling from the effort of staying upright. She fumbled with her keys, nearly dropping them as she struggled to open the door before finally surrendering to the warmth as she collapsed inside.
Her keys slipped from her hands and landed on the entryway table with a clatter louder than necessary. She sniffled, dragging a crumpled tissue from her pocket and pressing it to her raw, pink nose with a grimace.
Vi looked up from the couch where she’d been half-dozing, hoodie sleeves shoved up to her elbows and a bowl of half-eaten noodles in her lap.
“You’re home late,” She said carefully.
She wasn’t pleased about her coming home so late – they'd talked about this before, and the Officer had promised to make an effort to come home on time. Caitlyn didn’t respond. She didn’t even glance in Vi’s direction. Just shrugged off her coat in jerky, ungraceful movements and let it fall where it landed. Her usually sharp uniform was rumpled and damp, and she walked like someone running on pure fumes.
“You okay?” Vi asked, shifting to sit up straighter as her tone softened – assuming it had been a rough day.
Caitlyn muttered something that might’ve been “fine”, but it was buried behind congestion and a barely-held-together throat. She walked past the couch without stopping, wiping her nose again with a hiss of frustration when the tissue gave out.
“Yikes Cait, you been out all day sounding like that? When did this come on?” Vi murmured, hopping up from the sofa as she expected her girlfriend to walk right into her open arms. She did not. Caitlyn just continued. She didn’t get a response either.
“Earth to Caitlyn? Miss Kiramman are you there?” Vi’s teasing was met with silence, an unamused huff coming from the taller woman as she walked past.
But Caitlyn didn’t stop, her eyes unfocused as she continued down the hallway. Vi’s face morphed into a look of confusion as she reached out to lightly grab her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“Woah, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” The pink haired woman reached out to hold her shoulder, trying to slow her down long enough to hold a conversation.
Caitlyn flinched slightly, her jaw tight. And then -
“Hh’mmphhshh!...HhH..iiihh.Hh-kxxghntt!" She doubled over slightly with the effort of stifling the sneeze, barely catching it in the crook of her arm.
“I have a headache Vi.” Cait grumbled, pushing past a little rougher than intended. However, she only got a few steps further before her nose made itself known again, forcing her to stifle an unpleasant sound in her elbow, “..Hh’gnxxkt!”
The pink haired girl sighed, her hands on her hips as she shook her head disapprovingly, “Probably because you’ve been doing that all day.”
The officer spun around, too tired to mask the annoyed expression on her face, “You think?” It came out snappy and short and if Vi didn’t know her any better, hostile, “What an astute observation. Anything else you’d like to diagnose while I’m standing here with a pounding skull?”
Vi’s jaw tightened, caught off guard by the bite in Caitlyn’s voice. “You don’t have to be an ass about it. I’m trying to help.”
“Well, maybe don’t try so hard,” Caitlyn shot back, her voice breaking mid-sentence, “All I want to just go to fucking bed.”
Vi gawped whilst her girlfriend simply walked past. She wanted to reply, to get the last word but bit her lip instead. Unwilling to justify her girlfriend’s attitude with a reply. She’d never heard Caitlyn swear like that before. Sure, the occasional “oh shit” would slip through the cracks but usually Caitlyn prided herself on not having a foul mouth. Vi couldn’t care less herself, she swore like a sailor and didn’t think twice but it felt wrong coming from her girlfriend.
The Zaunite decided to give her a few minutes to cool off. She sat back down and mindlessly scrolled on her phone until she could no longer keep herself still. Creeping to the bedroom, she expected Caitlyn to still be awake, maybe changed into her pyjamas and dozing but still awake. It always took her ages to fall asleep. But Vi opened the door quietly nonetheless however even if she had swung it open and slammed it behind her for good measure, it wouldn’t have woken Caitlyn up.
She was out cold, still dressed in her uniform as she lay on-top of the bed, skin as pale as the silk sheets, she lay on - the only colour being her red nose and flushed cheeks.
“What am I going to do with you, silly girl.” Vi murmured to herself as she reached out to feel her temperature, already knowing she was running a fever.
She shuffled to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it beneath the cold tap, making sure to wring it out before coming back to her girlfriend’s side and laying it across her forehead, wiping away beads of sweat before letting it rest there.
“Sometimes you don’t know when to give in, do you?” Vi sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to Caitlyn’s crimson cheek before pulling a soft blanket over her body. She stirred a little but didn’t wake, “I’ll let you rest for a while cupcake, you need it.”
And need it she did. Cait slept for the next few hours, absolutely exhausted from the day. But eventually her body’s need for fuel woke her up - maybe forgetting to eat all day wasn’t such a smart idea.
Caitlyn moaned sleepily as she rolled over, slowly rousing awake. For a moment she forgot she was sick. That didn’t last long. A rough cough worked its way out of her throat before she’d even had the chance to open her eyes properly. Cait whined groggily as she forced herself to sit up but as she did, a cloth slipped from her forehead. She stared at it in sleepy confusion wondering how it got there before realising there was a very simple explanation. Violet.
Oh shit. Caitlyn sighed shamefully as she remembered the events preceding her falling asleep. She looked at the empty spot in the bed as remorse and guilt began bubbling up in her stomach. Guilt which only multiplied when she noticed the small gathering of cold medicine sitting on the nightstand beside her followed by the thin blanket which had been covering her body. She didn’t deserve this. Not after the way she’d acted.
Caitlyn pulled the blanket tighter around herself, her throat raw and her body heavy with fatigue. She ran a hand through her messy hair, suddenly all too aware of how terrible she must look—and how much worse she probably sounded. A sniffle escaped before she could stop it, and she grimaced, not just from the discomfort, but from the memory of the sharp words she’d thrown at Vi earlier.
She’d barely even given her a chance to speak. Just barked something rude and locked herself in the bedroom, too tired and too sick to manage her feelings properly. And Vi… Vi had just taken it. Quietly. Without pushing back.
Caitlyn bit her lip and swung her legs over the side of the bed, steadying herself. Guilt clung to her chest worse than the congestion. The soft clink of dishes from the kitchen told her Vi was still out there. She stayed. She had to go apologise, Cait thought to herself.
Her feet hit the cold floor with a soft thud, and she winced. Slowly, she padded out of the bedroom, quickly pulling on a loose hoodie over her frame, her messy navy hair falling in her eyes. As she emerged into the living space, she caught sight of Vi standing at the kitchen sink, scrubbing something that looked beyond salvaging. The air smelled faintly of burnt something, though to Caitlyn’s clogged nose it registered more as a vague warmth than anything specific. Vi didn’t notice her at first, too focused on scraping away at the blackened bottom of a saucepan. Caitlyn paused in the doorway, swallowing down her nerves before quietly clearing her throat.
“Vi…” Caitlyn’s voice came out hoarse, more fragile than she intended.
Vi turned, wiping her hands quickly on a towel before stepping closer. She looked surprised at first, then relieved. “Hey. How’re you feeling?” she asked gently, her eyes scanning Caitlyn’s pale face with quiet concern.
“I’m sorry for earlier - how I spoke to you. I was just exhausted from work, but that’s no excuse-” Cait began, sniffling as she tried to apologise for her behaviour, “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. It was a horrible thing to do.”
Vi’s gaze softened as she opened her arms, allowing the navy-haired girl to slide into her hold. She rocked on her heels comfortingly, “Woah, hey, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough day, I get it.”
“No, you didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that. I’m sorry.” Cait muttered, disappointed in herself for how she had acted, sick or not, she never wanted to speak to someone she loved that way.
“It’s okay, I promise. You’re already forgiven cupcake. Plus you pretty much passed out the second you hit the pillow, I knew you weren’t acting like yourself.”
Caitlyn nodded but she still didn’t feel great about her. Her eyes cast aside, avoiding Vi’s gaze when she noticed the stack of pots in the sink, soapy suds clinging to them, “Did you cook?”
“I tried, didn’t quite go to plan.” Vi chuckled to herself. Cait attempted to laugh but it came out as a rough, barking cough. Her girlfriend frowned at the sound, looking worried as Vi moved to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, taking the lid off and handing it to her.
“You really don’t sound well, do you?” Vi murmured sympathetically.
Caitlyn shrugged, taking a long sip of the cool water before asking, “What were you cooking?
“Burning more like.” The pink-haired girl snorted, casting an unimpressed look at the pan she’d had soaking in the sink , “I tried soup but it looked… crispy.”
The officer looked up with a quirked brow, unsure if she’d heard her girlfriend correctly, “Crispy?” She sniffled tentatively, trying to ignore the way her nose twitched as she rubbed her knuckle against it.
The pink haired girl shrugged, running a hand through her hair, “I dont know! It just- look this is why I don’t cook, I’ve ordered us takeout from that place you like as compensation for probably ruining the pan,” She moved round to stand in-front of Cait, reaching up to set a strewn strand of her navy hair back behind her ear.
Vi had just leaned up on her tiptoe’s, about to plant a soft kiss on her delicate lips. But she caught a brief flicker of discomfort in Caitlyn’s expression. The faint scrunch of her nose. The hitch of her breath just before - “..hHh..Hh’tsschh! …Hhk’mpfssh!”
Despite the build-up it seemed they’d still somewhat took Cait by surprise, as barely managed to stifle them against her wrist as she hunched forwards to avoid sneezing directly on her girlfriend. Caitlyn straightened herself quickly, her cheeks dusted with a deepening blush. “For heaven’s sake - excuse me,” She apologised, somehow more flustered now than before, “Hh..hhih?~”
Her breath hitched noticeably again but she managed to get control of herself before sniffling, not caring to hide the sound anymore. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a small handkerchief and blew her nose quickly. Her cheeks blushing a deeper pink at the sound.
“You’re okay cupcake.” Vi said, placing a hand on her back as she ran it down her spine in reassuring circles, she looked down at the over-used fabric Caitlyn was clutching, “Sit down, throw that in the laundry. I’ll go get you a fresh one, alright?”
She sighed softly to herself as she headed up to their room, she kicked herself for not pushing harder when she noticed something was up that morning. In their room, Vi knelt down as she opened the drawer of Caitlyn’s bedside dresser. There was a neatly folded pile of handkerchiefs in the corner. Vi never got the appeal of them, but Caitlyn had insisted they were a sign of class, a way to be polite. She picked one up then decided to grab multiple instead, as well as the duvet from their bed before she headed back.
Back in the kitchen, Vi immediately noticed that Caitlyn wasn’t there. She was about to call out to her when a chesty cough from their living room answered her unspoken question. Her gaze softened when she caught sight of the locks of blue hair strewn on the arm of their sofa.
“Hey sweetheart.” Vi’s voice was soft and sympathetic as she cupped her hands gently around her girlfriend’s flushed face, “You’re really not feeling good?”
Caitlyn had her knees tucked up to her chest, sniffling damply as she lay on the sofa. She shook her head and mumbled, “Kitchen was too warm, the heat made me dizzy.” She scrubbed at her nose, trying to rub away the tickle building at the back of her sinuses to little use.
She inhaled sharply, fanning her hand in front of her face, “Huhh’tishiew!…iiih..hh’etshhhoo!” The Kiramman had just been about to clutch her hand to her face to cover the damp sneezes but something else was there. Vi had quickly moved in, clasping a handkerchief as she cupped her hand around Cait’s pink-tipped nose.
Caitlyn blushed with embarrassment, “You didn’t have to do that.” She mumbled, her eyes not quite meeting her girlfriends as she took control of the fabric into her own hand. She rubbed at her nose, expression shifting as she eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hold back the seemingly never-ending itch, “Hh.. S'cus- hh excuse..hHhme a sec- iiih'tsSHOO!... HhhEETSHU!...Hhiih..ii’TtsHHUU!- fuck, I still Hh gotta- HHh'iiiTSHHIEW!” The Officer gave a low, congested groan, her shoulders sagging in defeat as she clasped the damp fabric to her face in a feeble attempt at muffling the sound. There would’ve been no use even trying to stifle those. Caitlyn’s shoulders sagged in defeat as she gave a low, congested groan, “That was particularly gross, excuse me. I’m sorry that was-”
Vi cut her off from her rambled apology, squeezing her shoulder supportively, “You have nothing to be sorry for, you can’t help it.” She said, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of her irritated nose before gently trailing her finger down the straight bridge, “You’ve got an awful cold in this little pink nose of yours. You don’t have to apologise for anything.” She took the duvet and pulled it over her girlfriend, smiling as the other woman wrapped herself in the cosy sheet.
It was just as the Zaunite was debating leaning down to kiss her properly when a ringing from the door had her head whipping up towards the entrance, “Food’s here.” She quickly made her way to the door, accepting the warm takeout bag into her hands and generously tipping the eager delivery boy with a smirk before heading back to the lounge. Caitlyn nodded tiredly, forcing herself to sit up a little straighter, rubbing at her eyes with the ball of her palm as she gave into a small yawn.
“Soup?” She asked hopefully as she looked at the brown bag in Vi’s hands. Her girlfriend nodded as she pulled two containers from the package, handing them to Cait as she came to get cosy beside her, “Which is mine?” Caitlyn asked as she strained her eyes to try and read the small white stickers which labelled the containers.
“One’s chicken noodle, one’s Laksa. I thought you’d prefer chicken noodle to something spicy, but you can have whichever you want cupcake.” Vi replied, giving her a moment to choose.
“I’ll stick with chicken noodle.” The officer decided she handed the other container back to Vi, “Thank you for getting us dinner.” She murmured quietly before opening her soup and taking a delicate sip.
The food was good. The pair ate in a calm quiet except for the soft sniffles coming from the navy-haired girl every so often. The warm broth felt amazing on her throat. As the last of the soup disappeared from their bowls, Vi reached forward to set the empty containers on the coffee table, careful not to jostle Caitlyn too much where she lay curled against her side.
The dim light from the nearby lamp cast a warm glow across the room, softening the sharp edges of the evening and lulling the space into a quiet stillness.
Caitlyn let out a small sigh, nuzzling closer, her cheek brushing against Vi’s shoulder as she shifted under the duvet. Her fingers, cold from the glass of water she’d just sipped from, curled lightly around Vi’s hand where it rested between them.
“Feeling any better?” Vi asked softly, adjusting the blanket once more around her girlfriend’s shoulders.
“A little,” Caitlyn mumbled, her voice muffled by the fabric and fatigue. “The soup helped.”
Vi smiled to herself, pressing a gentle kiss to Caitlyn’s temple. “I’m glad.”
Caitlyn nodded, her head resting on Vi’s shoulder as she sniffled again. She managed another small sip of water, “I hate being sick.”
“I know, cupcake. But it’s just a nasty bug - it’ll pass in a few days. You’ve got me to look after you till then, I’ll call the district and tell them you won’t be in work for the next couple days.”
The Officer hummed softly in reply, her voice heavy with fatigue. Her eyes fluttered shut as Vi rubbed soothing circles along her back.
“You’re my favourite person.”
Vi grinned. “Back at you, Officer.”
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