Caitlyn has always craved pressure. It felt comforting to her, and was why she slept with so many weighted blankets. It felt good against her skin, the heavy weight of them. She found it calming, she supposed.

It was the reason she was pretty affectionate toward her wife, Vi, even if she wasn't the biggest fan of physical touch. A tight, steady hug was always a good way for her to deal with over and understimulation alike. What she didn't realize was that kissing had the same affect, just more subtle.

Whenever she felt like pacing while trying to work through a case, or twirling her gun around her finger when she was in public, she just pulled her wife into a kiss. It was always sweet and gentle and loving, but also proved as a grounding gesture that kept her regulated.

She was using that particular stim at the moment, hands wringing in front of her as she waited for some important notices back from the doctor out in the waiting room. She pulled Vi into a sudden kiss then, craving the soft pressure of her warm lips against her own, needing the stimulation.