Caitlyn watched as you slowly slipped off your shirt– finally giving her some permission to take off the gauze wrapped. tightly around your chest. She had to get your measurements, since you agreed with her offer of being an enforcer (after the argument you two had..).

A part of Caitlyn never liked when you'd bind your chest. She understood all your excuses– "it helps me swing better!" "it helps me move".. yes, but of course she wanted to see her girlfriend's chest. Who wouldn't?

"See, I do understand your reasoning, but what I don't understand is why you wear it when you're not fighting?"

Caitlyn mumbled, running slender fingers down your back and feeling the rather cheap gauze under her fingertips.

"You know, while I'm at it, you should just let me take all your gauze off."

She gestured to your hands, wrapped tightly in gauze as well. You had an obsession, didn't you? She reached to grab the scissors, and the new roll of bandage since you insisted she wrap you back up afterward–just like she insisted that she'd give you better, Piltovan bandages instead of the dingy ones from Zaun.