I'm a really big creep and I read through basically every post that's on my feed, huehue. I haven't really thought about Jayce/Caitlyn ever, but reading piltovers-protector's take on the pairing just gave me a little need to write a thing. (AKA I'm also at work and it's a slow day today, so.)
Caitlyn comes home when nearly everyone in Piltover is fast asleep. There's a subtle slouch to her shoulders and her every step is slow, like the full weight of the day is finally bearing down on her now that she's finally done.
When she enters her house, she's greeted with the muted sounds of technology--of electricity humming and a mechanical hammer striking down periodically on nails, of a power tool whirring and the blips of a machine receiving commands. The sheriff doesn't glance at the clock--she knows it's late and she really doesn't expect anything else at this hour--and instead ventures further into her home, easily sidestepping little piles of junk that she knows she's warned her lover to clean.
(But really, it's just like Jayce to forget when he's so caught up in one experiment or another.)
"You're right where I left you," she says, bypassing any standard greetings as she stands by the doorway to Jayce's workplace. It's a lot cleaner than his laboratory, that's for certain, but by Caitlyn's standards it's still absolutely chaotic.
Jayce looks up, eyes bright even if he's clearly tired, and his lips spread into his trademark grin. "And you're home late," he says, and turns back to his newest invention. Caitlyn shakes her head, chuckling, and approaches him to take a better look at what he's working so diligently on.
"Hmm," she hums, looking it over as her fingers ghost along the curve of Jayce's shoulder before finally settling, "I don't suppose you're making that for me?"
"You guessed it," Jayce replies, and tilts his head back just in time to catch her lips for a brief kiss. "It's gonna help you loads, Cait. No more having to adjust your aim if there's any shaking while you shoot."
Caitlyn looks down at the small, glowing devide beneath Jayce's hands, meant to fit right onto her rifle. It'll be a welcome addition, but she still quips, "I have steady hands."
"I know--the steadiest in all of PIltover." Finally, Jayce finishes wiring the little device, and turns in his seat to properly look at the sheriff. "So, how was your day?"
"Dreadful," she replies, and heaves a little sigh to emphasize her point. "Another bank laid to waste because of Jinx, and Vi's attempts to catch her only caused more destruction just outside the town square. To make matters worse, some low criminals tried to make the best of the chaos and proceeded to plunder money from the open vaults."
"Yikes," Jayce grimaces, "Sounds terrible. That's what kept ya?"
"For half the day, yes."
"Only half... geez," the Defender shakes his head, and rises to his feet before draping an arm over Caitlyn's shoulders. "Well, c'mon. You can tell me more about it on the way to the kitchen. I'll make you some tea."
Caitlyn's lips quirk into a little smirk. "I'd much rather have you clean the mess around the house, as you promised."
Jayce laughs, and brings a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Tomorrow," he promises, but they both know that when Caitlyn returns home from work tomorrow, their home will look exactly the same.
