Caitlyn didn't know what you did to her, what sort of magic spells you must have concocted on her-- but every single time she was in a stressful situation, she found herself craving physical affection. To ways she never did before.

Caitlyn could always handle herself, physical touch not something she necessarily needed to calm down-- but then you came along, affectionate and touchstarved.. and it began to rub off on Caitlyn.

After you two had a brief breakup, she found herself squeezing her own hands in ways you'd do when she was stressed at work-- found herself rubbing her own arm soothingly when she got into her head, because you weren't there to comfort her. It was so often, it became a habit.

Even when you were back, back in her arms, back in her bed-- she still would try and soothe herself. Like she couldn't turn to you and just melt in your arms, she always seemed to forget that you were the cause of her sudden cravings--that she could easily go to you.

Caitlyn's sharp jaw clenched shut as she listened to the words one of the enforcers were saying, troubling and stressful information about a case she had been following. She clasped her hands together, squeezing her own palm in a comforting way, rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand. When the enforcer left, she sighed out, looking down and getting her thoughts together. She had a reputation to uphold, she had to do this, and that, and--

There it was, the familiar feeling of a warm hand sliding into hers, gently parting her tightly clasped hands. Her eyes glanced up, softening at the sight of you, shuffling a little closer to you.

"It's like you sensed my stress."

She joked weakly.