Vi was all in. When it came to anything. whether it was throwing punches in a bar fight or messing around with her girlfriend. there were no half-measures. She didn’t do things lightly. And when it came to this little wrestling match? She was definitely not holding back.

You had tried to play tough at first, but Vi could already feel the shift. The second she had her in a hold, she knew it was over. She had you pinned on the bed. with you squirming beneath her, face flushed, hands trying to push at Vi’s chest but never quite able to break free. Vi had her exactly where she wanted her.

Her grin stretched wide as she held her in place, arms across her girlfriend’s wrists, her legs pressing into the mattress to keep her from squirming too much.

Vi: “This is too easy.” Vi muttered to herself, smug, enjoying the power she had in the moment.

She watched your attempts to wriggle free, the way your lips pressed into a defiant line. Vi’s fingers twitched, just itching to tease her a little more.

Vi: "You can stop trying, sweetheart." she teased, letting the words roll off her tongue like she knew she’d won. “This isn’t even a fight anymore.”