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Come morning, Vi kicked Powder out of her bed without flourish, taking the girl by her waist and dumping her back into her own bed carelessly. It made Powder wanted to protest and make a fuss, her body already rejecting the loss of her older sister’s warmth and the thud of her back against some pretty sharp-edged wooden panels, but the look on Vi's face was playful and she grinned at her before she flung her top off and bounded for the bathroom, giving the smaller girl an eyeful of her toned body and soft breasts before slamming the door behind her and starting the shower.
Good. Powder's smile was giddy in return, sitting with her legs folded in her bed, still half-naked from the night before. They were still good.
At school, Powder's mind was occupied with thoughts of Vi, Vi, Vi. It didn't help that the ache in the cleft of her legs constantly reminded her of the night before, and she had to explain away the blush on her cheeks when Ekko got suspicious. She thought about Vi this morning, when she'd stared at Powder across the breakfast table until the girl looked up, just in time to catch a raspberry with the side of her temple. Powder didn't mind, even if their mom scolded Vi for it– she'd grinned back and everything.
And in the car to school, where Vi had given her a playful pinch on her nipple that made Powder Yelp, having to explain it away as some imaginary bug to their concerned mom.
She drew little blue clouds into her arms with markers and thought about Vi some more, very far away from class and whatever the teacher was prattling on about. The tip of the blue pen skidded off kilter, drawing a messy line out of the neat clouds she'd been crafting, making her frown a bit. Maybe. Powder covered up the mistake with more blue, painting over and over until the smell of ink made her a little sick. Maybe they could do it again tonight. The clouds trailed up her arms and Powder's ears pounded with anticipation. She ran off as soon as the last bell went off.
When Powder gets back home, she is practically shaking with excitement. Vi gets home a few hours later than Powder does, doing big kid stuff and some detention probably so Powder slips into their room and curls in her sheets again, like she didn't yesterday. It smells like them and it makes her warm all over. Powder rolls her lip between her teeth –Mom and Dad won't be home till six, she's all alone. She's already pulling off her clothes before she can think too much about it.
Her jacket, top and leggings make a pile at the foot of their beds and the cheap linen of Vi's bedsheets feels sinful on her skin. She buried her nose in the fabric of Vi's pillow until she physically couldn't anymore and had to come up for air, feeling warmth bloom all the way down her chest and a familiar tingle start between her thighs. It feels too good. She needs more.
It isn't as hard to find a piece of Vi's underwear as it was to pull herself out of bed and the comforting scent of it, the velvety soft fabric of Vi's old sports bra easily spotted in their dirty laundry pile. It's funky with sweat and being tossed into a pile for days when Powder brings it to her face but she can't find it in her to care. She pulls the thing over her head and it sits limp and loose over her flat chest and frail form. Most importantly, Powder can feel her pussy getting even wetter just from the faint glide of the material on her nipples, the smell of Vi she may as well have burned into her brain by now.
She nearly touches herself, fingers ghosting just over the top of her lips before she stops herself, teeth sinking into her bottom lip harsh enough to leave marks. No. She yanks her hand away and clutches it to her chest. She'll wait for Vi. It'll be so much better with Vi.
And so she waits, just like she did yesterday, for Vi to come back and find her. Unlike yesterday, she doesn't have to wait too long.
Vi walks in and slams the door like she's trying to rip it clean off and Powder springs up in bed at the sound, feeling her chest start to clench in a way that would be worrying if she cared to think about that. There's rummaging in the living room and Powder almost wants to storm in there and ambush Vi, rise on her toes to kiss her, show her the cloud pen tattoos she’d been working on. The urge is outweighed by the want to have Vi walk in and find her like this, naked save for Vi’s own bra, waiting for her.
It took longer than Powder would have liked for Vi to finally come in and when she did, she didn't pay Powder a passing glance, toeing off her school shoes with her phone in her hands, finger tapping away at the screen. Texting. Powder's cheeks felt warm. It didn't matter, she could get Vi's attention herself.
“H-hey” Powder's voice stuttered and she pinched herself on the thigh for it, her brows furrowing when Vi didn't glance up from her phone, using an arm to shrug off her jacket and jeans, leaving her in boxers and t-shirt “Vi?” She sat up on the bed now, thighs clenched and very naked, asking Vi to look at her. The pink-haired gave a non-committal hum and gave a brief glance at Powder, only the barely there twitch of her brow indicating that she'd even seen her.
“Um, how was school?” She felt stupid asking it and Vi scoffed, shooting another quick text before finally levelling her gaze at her needy little sister, eyes raking over her form with maybe amusement. Powder suddenly wanted to cover herself up, cheeks flaming.
“What are you–” Vi seemed to have taken her in to the full extent, her eyes lingering in where her bra fit loose over Powder's chest, then to her flushed face, averted eyes. Powder could feel it, the discontent wafting off Vi, that she was going to reject her again. Tell her to get out of her dirty clothes and then leave again, drive a rift between them.
“I missed you” Powder blurted out quickly, playing up her syrupiness, trying to look doe-eyed at Vi. It's worth it, she sees Vi think about it. She didn't mention the texting even though the words practically clawed at the back of her throat. It would only serve to make Vi mad and she couldn't have that. Vi continues to watch her. Her eyes linger on her legs where they're clenched, on the blue marker on her arms, the bra strap that slipped off her shoulder. She does a vague gesture at her arm, not even looking to see if she’s pointing at the right one. “Do you like them?”
Vi licked her lips and gave one nod. “They're cool” It's as good a complement as she'll get and it makes her exceedingly giddy. Powder springs to her feet and practically skips over to Vi, hands clenched behind her back, not wanting to give in and touch Vi, not wanting to ruin things before they can even start.
Close like this, she can see the flickers of conflicting emotions cross Vi's face. She closes her eyes for a second, glances down as if involuntarily at Powder's legs and then shakes her head, stepping back a bit. Powder follows her.
“I'm going to take a bath” she mutters it, turning her back to Powder and shrugging off her shirt, notably leaving her underwear on as she grabs clothes and makes for the bathroom, leaving Powder where she's standing with her palms clutched at her back. The younger girl follows her with her eyes and makes for the door before Vi can lock it behind her. She's more than a little desperate, gripping the side of the door before Vi can try to slam it on her.
“Can I come with?” Powder tries with a pout and curls a hand over the door frame. She doesn't really want a shower –her tattoos will wash off with the water– but she'll do just about anything to be close to Vi again, like how they were last night. She wants to say something else. Like I'll be good, please let me be near you. She doesn't, though. She knows it'd be too much.
Vi opened her mouth and looked off to the side, a vague spot over Powder's shoulder. She's going to say something-- She looks like she might give in for a second. Instead, she glares.
“No” Vi spits, pauses, sweeps Powder with a look. “And take off my bra”.
The door slams shut.
Vi's phone buzzed on the nightstand. Powder doesn't know how long she stood there, eyes still wide and pleading at the door. Her fingers inch for the hem of the bra gently. She pulls it over her head and doesn't smooth out the hair that ruffles and stands on end from the movement.
She cradled the straps in her fingers, the ghost of tears pricking beneath her eyes that she won't let fall.
“Okay” she whispers like Vi can still hear her, even as she hears the shower turn on at full blast. “Okay, Vi”.
The bra is still in her hands but she can't bring herself to toss it back into the laundry pile. Her fingers fold it slowly, carefully, revering it like it's something sacred. She tucks it underneath her own pillow and smooths it out over and over. Again. And again.
It's fine. Vi doesn't want her right now but it's fine. Powder won't give up, not yet.
She puts her clothes back on sluggishly, still casting glances back at the door as if Vi will storm out of the shower and decide she'd made a mistake, tear the door open and push Powder down to ravish her. Vi doesn't. The room is weirdly quiet aside from another buzz from Vi's phone.
Powder shouldn't and usually she wouldn't. The bruises she'd earned from past snooping are a clear enough lesson to never touch Vi's phone, the broken and taped up thing that her older sister coveted too much to leave anywhere Powder might be able to reach. She left out on their dresser now, though. It's right there.
Powder tells herself she doesn't want to look. She looks anyway.
Two messages, about two minutes apart from a number saved with a blue heart emoji and the name Cait.
Caitlyn
You're babysitting today?
Let me know when you're free. Okay? ♡
Powder stared at the screen until it dimmed, the words and the fucking heart emoji seared into her brain like a brand. She blinked, her vision blurring slightly. The back of her hand wiped at her face, dragging over the skin and wiping away some ink, smearing it on her face. She put the phone down quietly.
In the living room she pulls on her shoes, she grabs her sketchbook, puts out a note for mom:
At Ekko's. Back before dark