Vi/Jinx/Cait drabble

A crack of light shone in through the blinds, barely lighting up anything- but when you're on the end facing the window, it's like staring into a bright floodlight.
Vi pulled the covers up over her head, shutting out the obnoxious light.

Her girlfriend lay next to her in bed, still sound asleep. These lazy mornings were just about the only quiet time in her life, so she liked to spend as long in bed as she could.

Even so, she woke up anxious. All night she was tossing and turning- a particularly hot wet dream she'd been having caused her to roll around and readjust under the covers,
and she was certain she must have kicked Caitlyn a hundred times. At least it was only her feet; if she was still wearing her gloves she might've really hurt someone.
A naughty thought crossed her mind. Dragging her foot up the back of Caitlyn's leg, Vi leant in close and wrapped her arms around her neck.
She placed a kiss delicately on the back of her head, before burying her nose in her hair and breathing in gently.

"Mm, you smell so nice in the mornings." said Vi, continuing to pepper her lover with kisses. Slowly, she trailed them across her:
from the top of her head, down and over her long braids, onto her ear. Er, wait, braids? Vi sat up, slowly pulling the covers away from herself.
In the light again, she could see thick curls of blue hair woven into braids, laying over her shoulders and thrown over her >actual< girlfriends body.

"JINX!" screamed Vi, locking her arms tighter around her "lover's" neck, trying to choke the life out of her!
Eep! Suddenly, Jinx burst to life, sliding out from under her headlock and making a dash for the window- but even when she was standing at the foot of the bed scampering away, her extremely long braids were sliding through Vi's hands like a mooring line.
Just as the tips of her braids got into Vi's hands, she clamped her fist into a ball. "hurP-BLargh!" blurted Jinx, lifting off her feet and landing ass down on the ground.
"Ow! ow! ow ow ow ow ow, STOP!" followed, as both Vi and Caitlyn- now awake and very distressed- had one braid in each hand and slowly dragged her back. She sort of imagined it looked like she was a log about to be cut in half at a sawmill.
Jinx's face was flushed red by the time she got face to face with them both. She was laying supine on their bed looking up at both their frowning faces, and unsure what to say to get herself out of this one, she simply reached a hand up and pushed their cheeks together. "Now kiss!"

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Vi slammed the cell door shut in Jinx's face, the annoying little imp giving her puppy eyes to let her come back to bed, and made her way back to the upper floor where Caitlyn was angrily checking the window lock.
Stepping inside the bedroom and closing the door (to a symphony of bratty insults and temperamental pouting), Vi looked Caitlyn up and down. "Heh. You're a heavy sleeper, you know that?"

"What? No, I am not." insisted Caitlyn, trying her best to look angry, though she was really only upset at herself, for having forgotten to lock the window at night.
"And besides... she fooled you too." Oh, Caitlyn had Vi there. "You "smell nice in the mornings" wasn't it?"
"Tch." huffed Vi, rolling with the punches with all the verbal finesse of a car sliding into a brick wall. "Sure, okay, "you win". So, are you going to wash those off or just wear them under your clothes?"

"Pardon..? Oh- oh for ffff!!" she dug her teeth into her lips, looking down at her naked body, covered from toe to head in Jinx's gaudy candy-pink lipstick.
Storming past Vi, who was wearing a smug toothy grin, she swung open the door and shouted downstairs "You little brat!", just seconds before a loud explosion rocked their building and the wall to Jinx's cell collapsed into rubble and she escaped into the streets of Piltover once again.
Vi peered out the window to watch Jinx scurry away in a spree of manic howling and wanton destruction, waving around a navy blue trophy of her conquest. "Aren't those your panties?" asked Vi, rhetorically, quite aware of the answer.

Uuuuugh. One bratty child obsessed with antagonizing her was enough, Caitlyn didn't need the one she lives with giving her a hard time now too.

"Oh, it looks like she got you a few times on the butt, too," counted Vi aloud, trying her best to get a rise out of Caitlyn. "Want me to get a marker? Maybe if we connect-the-dots, it'll tell us where she's hiding~?"
Caitlyn pushed past Vi, ignoring her comments and heading for the bathroom. "13... 14.. and there's the two on your armpit, so 16.. 20 from the ass-!" Caitlyn cut Vi off, "That is enough, Vi! I thought it was you..."

Feigning offense, Vi held her hand up to her chest like she were taken aback. "Cupcake... I would never do that to you like that! I'd have used a better shade of lipstick."

Caitlyn had a good mind to throw her into a cell too, but thought better when it occurred to her that by now other officers would be here and evaluating the damage.
There was a knock on the door then. "Miss, are you alright in there?" asked a male voice. "Can't you see the gloves on the door? We're fine!" replied Vi, suddenly pulled into the bathroom by an embarrassed Caitlyn.