Freckle Math
Warning: Spoilers for arcane, Caitvi/Violyn moments, mention of alcohol, ticklish fluff and light drama. It's too cute!
Summary: Vi and Cait had gone to a bar, and Cait downed two whiskey shots that sort of had her tipsy. A drunk cait is playful that even vi can't resist her. Caitlyn, for some reason, adores vi's freckles, which leads to cute new discoveries
Pls enjoy...
The dim glow of Zaun’s city lights flickered outside Vi’s apartment window, casting a faint green hue across the small room. It was late-too late -and Caitlyn Kiramman, the ever-dutiful Sheriff of Piltover, was anything but dignified at the moment. She sat cross-legged on Vi’s couch, her long coat discarded over the back of the chair, sleeves rolled up, and a sly, mischievous glint in her otherwise composed eyes.
She's drunk... Vi should've known better than to give her two whiskey mugshots... Vi was known to down 6 and still be sobered...
Vi leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily behind her head as she watched Caitlyn with suspicion. “You’ve got that look again, cupcake. What’s up?”
Caitlyn hummed thoughtfully, eyes fixed on Vi’s face. “I just noticed something interesting…”
Vi raised an eyebrow. Then smirked in her usual snug way, “What, that I’m way cooler than you?”
Caitlyn ignored the quip, leaning in closer with an annoyingly smug smile. “You have freckles.”
Vi blinked. “Uh, yeah? And? Everyone’s got freckles.”
“No, Vi,” Caitlyn said, her tone turning mockingly serious as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, “you don’t understand. You have freckles, and I never noticed before.”
Vi frowned, her nose scrunching up as Caitlyn’s words sank in. “...You’re weird. Seriously.”
Caitlyn chuckled, resting her elbow on her knee as she propped her chin up with one hand. “They’re cute. Like little constellations across your face.”
Vi’s ears turned pink. Perhapas drunk Cait has her way with getting Vi flustered someway “Did you really come here just to mess with me?”
Instead of answering, Caitlyn reached out with a fingertip and lightly tapped Vi’s nose. “One.”
Vi flinched, narrowing her eyes, not expecting her to be touched. “What’re you doing?”
“Counting,” Caitlyn replied cheerfully, hiccuping a cute hiccup that escaped her lips, tapping Vi’s cheekbone next. “Two.”
Vi swatted at her hand, but Caitlyn dodged effortlessly, her smirk growing. “Cupcake, I swear-”
“Three,” Caitlyn interrupted, tracing a gentle path across Vi’s cheek.
“Stohop it!” Vi huffed, twisting her face away as an involuntary giggle bubbled up. “Don’t-hah, Cait-!”
Caitlyn froze her finger still mid air in front of Vi's face, her smile turning triumphant. “Vi… did you just giggle?”
Vi’s face flushed darker, and she scowled defensively. “No. I didn’t.”
“You did.” Caitlyn leaned in closer, her tone far too pleased for Vi’s liking. Cait began to crawl towards Vi keeping her under her, “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”
Vi sat up straighter, her glare fierce, though her lips twitched. “Try it, and I’ll punch you.”
“Oh, come now,” Caitlyn teased, her refined british voice dripping with amusement as she scooted closer. “You’re all bark and no bite.”
Before Vi could retaliate, Caitlyn’s fingers brushed along her jawline again, featherlight and deliberate. Vi immediately jerked back, snorting out an uncontrollable giggle.
“Quihit it, Cahait! I’m warning yohohou!”
Caitlyn grinned like a Cheshire cat. Oh, she was now a little sobered up, enjoying to full on tormenting Vi, “Oh, this is far too good to pass up.”
“Don’t you dare -!”
But Caitlyn dared. Her fingers trailed up under Vi’s chin and gently scratched at the sensitive skin, drawing a surprised squeak from the tough enforcer.
"C-Cait -stohohop! Eehhee! Eek!" Vi squirmed, her giggles and squeaks breaking free as she tried to bat Caitlyn's hands away. To think Vi's face could get this ticklish? Guess the make-up she forced on her, tickling her with a brush, should've been evidence enough.
“Four, five, six…” Caitlyn counted smugly, her precise fingers dancing along Vi’s jaw and neck. “I think I’ve stumbled upon your weakness, Vi.”
“I’ll toss you off the balcony! I swear!” Vi gasped between giggles, twisting away with little success. She didn't want to hurt Caitly, and also, she has to admit... this was fun...
Caitlyn chuckled softly, letting her fingers trail back to Vi’s cheek again before pausing dramatically. “Wait… do those freckles go under your arms too?”
Her fingers started to worm their way below Vi's shoulder.
Oh shit...
Vi froze, her wide eyes locking onto Caitlyn’s mischievous gaze. “Don’t-”
But Caitlyn lunged, her hands slipping under Vi’s arms with a precision only a sharpshooter could possess. Vi practically squealed with laughter, collapsing back against the couch as she kicked her legs wildly.
“CAIT -STOHOHOP! HAHAHA!”
Caitlyn grinned, her fingers expertly scribbling against the soft skin of Vi’s underarms. “Oh, Vi, you’re adorable. All that bravado, and here you are giggling like a little kid.”
“I am not! Hahaha! CAITLYN!” Vi’s tough demeanour crumbled completely as she dissolved into breathless, uncontrollable laughter. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she tried to clamp her arms down, but Caitlyn was relentless.
“Seven, eight, nine…” Caitlyn counted teasingly, knowing she's not even trying to count now. Finally pulling back after what felt like an eternity, Caitlyn smiles proudly at her victory.
Vi flopped onto her side, clutching her aching sides and shooting Caitlun the dirtiest glare she could muster. "You... you are the wohohorst, " Vi panted, her cheeks flushed bright red like a cherry along with her complementing pink hair.
Caitlyn smirked, clearly proud of herself. “You’re smiling.”
Vi quickly schooled her expression, though the small grin tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Shut up.”
Caitlyn chuckled and leaned back, arms crossed. “Oh, relax. You needed a little humbling, Vi.”
“I’m tossing you off that balcony,” Vi muttered darkly, though her face still held the lingering remnants of her smile.
“I’d like to see you try.” Caitlyn winked, settling comfortably on the couch as Vi sat up and threw a pillow at her.
“You’re lucky I like you, Cupcake.” throws the pillow right at Cait's face.
She was momentarily startled and huffed an offensive pettish exhale.
“And you’re lucky I stopped at nine freckles,” Caitlyn replied with a smirk. “Maybe next time, I’ll count them all.”
Vi groaned, flopping back onto the couch dramatically. “Next time, I’m locking the door.”
Caitlyn just laughed softly, shaking her head. "No you won't... come time for some punishment... round two?"
Vi couldn't react fast enough when Cait began to look for more freckles on her collarbone.
Their laughter continue to mingle through the air of Zaun.
