Summary: pure fluff where cait and vi wake up next to eachother and Caitlyn counts vi's freckles, ends in a lot of praise.
Warnings: None, pure fluff
A/N: not proofread, this is shit
Golden light spilled into the otherwise dark room, bathing half of the rich purple bed in whitish gold, while the other half remained dark because of the purple draping over the four poster bed. And in that bed lay two lovers. It was mostly a very lazy morning. The war had ended, of course, but there was still many things in both Zaun and Piltover that needed some fixing.
Caitlyn woke up first, it was a habit. She half expected herself to go back to her regular routine when it hit her: the war was over. Finally, really over. A wave of relief washed over her, she let out a long breath she didnt even know she was holding. Some things took longer to adjust.
Like the fact that Vi was asleep a few inches away from her. Vi. Of course, caitlyn loved her, but things can be confusing when nobody approves of you loving her. She allowed her head to fall back on the pillow, running a few fingers gently through Vi's now mostly black hair. A few streaks of her previously pink locks peeked through. Caitlyn missed the old vi, not that she'd ever admit it to her.
There was a loud groan as vi, barely awake, turned over to face cait, her eyes still about 85% closed.
"Jesus, cupcake, what time is it?" Vi mutters.
"Why the hell are you awake?"
Caitlyn just smiles, taking in every single detail of Vi's features. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?
"You're so beautiful." Caitlyn blurts, she herself is taken back. She definitely meant to say that in her head.
"Really?" Vi finally opens her eyes, suddenly very awake. "What makes you think that"
Caitlyn cant really explain, her fingers are still trapped in Vi's hair. Her face goes blank, she could name the billion things she thought made vi beautiful, but she was lost in her right now.
"Everything," Caitlyn whispers eventually. "Your eyes, your lips," cait's eyes move from one feature to another as she names them, voice pure loving and nothing else.
"But most of all, I think, I love your freckles." Caitlyn admits. It makes Vi smile. An odd idea enters cait's head, it's not your usual affectionate gesture, but she knows it's something vi will love.
"Can I count them?" She asks
"Huh?" Vi's eyes look confused,.maybe shes falling asleep again.
"Your freckles. I want to see how many you've got."
After a few seconds, Vi starts chuckling, and it doesn't really stop, caitlyn frowns.
"Are you laughing at me?" She asks, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"N-no..." Vi wheeze between laughs. When she finally -- in the name of God -- stops laughing, she says,
"Of course. Of course you can count them. I actually really like that idea." Now she smiles lovingly at Caitlyn. Caitlyn smiles back, shes taken back to the time they first lay next to each other on this same bed, when vi was injured, how things had changed since then.
"1...2...3..." caitlyn starts to count in her head, eyes moving between vi's nose and cheekbones.
"Count aloud. Please. I just want to hear your voice." Vi pleads. So cait starts over, aloud.
"So, is there anything you find beautiful about me?" Cait asks as she continues counting, her index finger running over the soft skin. The question is slightly embarrassing to ask, but cait really does want to know.
"So many things." Vi says.
"Your hands, for some reason, they're gorgeous."
"I also really like your ass."
"16...17...18..." cait chuckles between counts.
They keep going like that,.making eachother smile, and simply living in the moment, a moment where they love eachother. Caitlyn finishes counting with 47 freckles.
"47... I need to remember that." Caitlyn sighs contentedly.
"Actually, I have freckles on more than just my face, cupcake." Vi whispers. "I think you'd wanna count those too."
All of a sudden, Caitlyn's cheeks are dusted with red, thinking of all the....well...places....that vi's other freckles could be. It's not like she hasn't seen her clotheless before, even though it was only once. And in a prison cell. It's not like they haven't done it before, but maybe it's just the newness of it all, or that Caitlyn had small doubts on how much exactly their relationship is established right now.
Vi probably noticed cait's panic.
"Relax, Cupcake. Its nothings like that." She chuckles. Vi unties the robe shes wearing and let's it loosely pull onto the bed around her. Much to Caitlyn's relief, shes wearing a tank top underneath. But for the first time, cait notices the multiple freckles scattered across her frame. Some on her neck, a few down her arms, most on her shoulders. Caitlyn swears she's never seen anything more gorgeous.
Her idea of counting freckles is soon abandoned as she sits up behind vi and places kisses over all of the scattered spots. Moving down from her neck, gently kissing her way down to the last freckle on her shoulder. Vi closes her eyes, enjoying the moment very highly, she leans her head back as Caitlyn presses kisses along her skin.
Caitlyn has no doubt what it is, maybe it was Vi being so loving, or her absolutely worshipping Vi, but he doubts are slowly disappearing.
Maybe disapproval, discrimination and doubts, really arent that bad when you find someone you love.
