vi always had a way of making you feel weightless. not just when she tossed you over her shoulder like it was nothing, or when she pulled you against her like you were meant to be there, but in the way she looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

right now, she was looking at you like that again.

you were straddling her lap, legs snug around her waist, your hands resting on her shoulders. she was leaning back against the couch, her smirk lazy, teasing—like she knew she had you wrapped around her finger. and maybe she did.

“what?” you asked, breathlessly.

vi tilted her head, hands sliding up your sides before settling on your waist. “just thinking about how good you look up here,” she murmured, her voice low, rough.

a shiver ran down your spine, but you rolled your eyes, trying to play off how warm she made you feel. “okay, smooth.”

her grin widened. “you love it.”

before you could fire back, she closed the space between you, pressing her lips to yours—firm, certain. the kiss was slow at first, her lips molding against yours, savoring the taste of you like she had all the time in the world.

but vi was never patient for long.

one of her hands slid up your back, pulling you in, while the other tightened its grip on your waist, guiding you down against her. the pressure sent a rush of heat through you, making you gasp against her mouth. she took the chance to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against yours, making your head spin.