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29 Chimera Court, Monday Morning

Vi had had a had a big weekend planned even more she'd turned into a tiny kitten. Once she had, it'd turned into an even bigger one, even if she'd missed out on all the parts that required heavy lifting. So now she was curled up on the bed, in a deep sleep that belied the fact she'd been zooming around the apartment barely a quarter of an hour ago.

Somehow, despite being the tiniest of tiny kittens, she was taking at least two-thirds of the bed. possibly more.

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Luckily, Vi didn't need to see to trace her fingers up along Steph's ribs and sweep her thumbs over her nipples.

"I'm not the only one," she murmured, eyes still closed.

"You're not even looking at me," Steph said with a soft laugh, because she couldn't even pass up a chance to give Vi a little bit of shit now, though the laugh trailed off into a gasp as she arched forward into Vi's touch out of pure instinct. She reached for the soap, now, and began to run it over Vi's shoulders. (Which was as much an excuse to feel her muscles as a genuine washing up attempt.) "Unless you were thinking of someone who isn't in this shower?"

"Of course, I'm not thinking of anyone else, I just don't need to look at you to know that," Vi argued, opening her eyes, dark and hungry as her gaze followed her hands. "Certainly helps though."

"What can I say? Only the best for my girl," Steph replied, her fingertips and the bar of soap running precisely over the most recent addition to the tattoos on Vi's forearm. The tip of her tongue flicked out to lick a droplet of water away from her upper lip, and she grinned knowingly at Vi.

Vi brought up her free hand to trace her thumb along the path of Steph's tongue. "Yeah, that's exactly what you are," she murmured, utterly besotted.

Steph flicked her tongue out again, this time trying to catch Vi's fingertip.

"It's nice to be appreciated," she murmured, patting Vi's ass lovingly with the bar of soap.

Vi groaned softly, pressing in closer to Steph.

"Have you scrubbed me down enough for your liking," she asked, because she definitely wanted to get to properly appreciating Steph.

"Maybe. Do you feel clean enough?" Steph asked as her hips rocked instinctively against Vi's, as if they weren't going to be sweaty and in need of another shower soon enough. "Because it's not like having my hands on you is a hardship."

She was not opposed to hurrying up and getting to that appreciation, for the record.

Vi pressed hot, hungry kisses to Steph's neck, teeth scraping along her skin. "The problem is I feel absolutely filthy."

That's what happened when you gave her openings like that.

"Oh, well --" Steph threw her head back and gasped sharply, almost dropping the soap before she scraped together just enough composure to set it back in the dish, then cupped Vi's ass again and dug her fingers into it.

"I can help you do something about that, but soap isn't gonna be what we need."

"I know exactly what we need," Vi said in a soft growl, nipping sharply at Steph's neck as she slid her knee between her legs.

"Do you change back to human again, and then all your pent-up horniness comes rushing back in?" Steph asked, and given the way her thighs readily parted for Vi as her hands roamed over Vi's back and sides it wasn't a complaint.

"You mean you don't," Vi teased with a slow roll of her hips, hand gripping one of Steph's thighs for leverage. Then, with a surprising level of thoughtfulness, all thing considered "I wouldn't say, rushing, exactly, but we're usually cuddling and at least one of us is naked, and pretty soon we're in here and wet and naked..."

Steph laughed and pressed a kiss between Vi's breasts, fingers kneading at her ass in sync with each roll of her hips against Vi's thigh.

"Well, it's not fair for only one of us to be naked, obviously."

Vi scattered light kisses along Steph's jaw as she set a smooth, slow rhythm with her hips. "Of course not," she agreed with a laugh of her own. "We're big believers in fair."

"Gotta take care of each other," Steph replied, matching Vi's rhythm with both her hips and her soft gasps. "It's a very serious job."

"The most important one, really," Vi said while scattering kisses over Steph's shoulder, the hand not gripping her thigh cupping her face.

"I take it very seriously," Steph murmured as she leaned into Vi's touch and tried to capture her mouth for a kiss that, if she had her way, would be extremely filthy.

Vi groaned into Steph's mouth, hips snapping forwards in response. "So, hot," she moaned, grinding her thigh up against Steph.

Steph ground down against Vi's thigh hard, hips gyrating in a way that would have sounded absolutely obscene if not for the noise and spray of the shower; as it was, Vi would still be able to feel how wet she'd already gotten. She slid one hand up to cup Vi's breast, pinching and rolling her nipple, and aimed another sharp smack at Vi's ass with the other hand.

"Yeah, you are," she murmured, nipping at Vi's lip.

Vi could absolutely feel it, which had a lot to do with her sliding her free hand down to slip it between her legs, doing her best to match the rhythm of the one on her breast.

"No, you," was her very intelligent reply.

It was a scintillating conversation they'd had many, many times and never did seem to agree on.

"I've missed this," Steph breathed, raising her hips slightly as if to welcome Vi's hand. "I know it's only been a few days, but..."

It was a sad point of irreconcilable difference between them, who had the hotter girlfriend.

(It was Vi, obviously.)

"I know," Vi said between searing kisses, her first two fingers sliding home inside Steph's. "Never get enough of this. Of us."

At least they thought it was a... stimulating argument.

(No, it was clearly Steph.)

Steph let out a long, shuddering breath as she felt Vi's fingers filling her. "Always want you in every possible way," she said in a low voice, tightening around her fingers for emphasis. "Need you, babe."

One where they'd vigorously make their case to each other.

(Yes, Steph was hotter girlfriend.)

Vi curled her fingers slowly, forehead pressed against Steph's neck. "You got me," she said, raw, earnest, so sincere it hurt.

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