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Love, Sweat, and Queers

gym!Caitlyn x pilates princess!reader

cw: 2.6K words | gym AU, meant to be s2 act 2 Caitlyn, hints of sun x moon dynamic, reader is a cute pilates princess, she also works there, Caitlyn does NOT want to be there, then she meets you and it's allll better, Caitlyn/Jayce sibling dynamic, mutual pining, confessions, title is like blood/sweat/tears but WLW VER.

"You can't be serious, Jayce." Caitlyn scoffs at him.

She strides into the gym as if she's annoyed to be in the presence of sweaty strangers and loud machines. Which she is. She has no issue with public gyms, but she just can't understand why she would go to one when she has all the exercise equipment she could ever ask for at the Kiramman manor.

"Oh, relax," Jayce rolls his eyes in response. "I didn't want to go alone. Besides, you need to get out of that house every so often."

"What?" Caitlyn huffs, her posh accent prominent in her indignation. "I get out quite enough, thank you."

Jayce has a point, though, and she knows it. She's been locked up in her office ever since her mother's death — ever since Ambessa had come into the picture. She needs to get out of her office, even if it's to a gym that she has no reason to go to. Now, having broken up with Maddie a few weeks ago, she also needs to be surrounded by people other than the Noxian warlord on her shoulder.

"Cait," Jayce sighs, swinging the main door open and gesturing for her to walk through first. "Just trust me, okay?" And with that, he enters behind her and makes his way up to the front desk.

The front desk where you are sitting.

"Hi," you smile, all bright eyes and cheerful tone. "Go ahead and swipe your membership card on the scanner in front of you."

Jayce swipes his card, returning your smile. "I have a guest with me, today."

"Okay," you nod, typing something into the computer that sits on the desk in front of you. "How many?"

"Just one."

"Perfect," you hum, grabbing the receipt as it prints out and sliding it across the desk along with a pen. "We do have a small fee for each member that brings a guest, so if you'll just sign here. Is she a first time guest?"

Jayce taps Caitlyn's shoulder, motioning her forward from where she had been looking around the building. "Yes, she is."

"Oh, hi," you beam another smile as her eyes lock onto yours for the first time. "I'll just need you to fill out a form so we can make sure we have your information."

"Ah—" Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat. The way you're beaming up at her, so sweetly that it's almost innocent, steals the words from her lips. You're really cute, she notices. "Okay, sure."

You reach under the desk to grab a form before handing it to her over the desk. "Just fill this out and then you're all good to use the gym."

Caitlyn merely nods, forcing herself to not glance back up at you as she answers the questions on the paper. She's done in a minute or two, sliding the form back to you, earning yet another smile. "Perfect, you're all set," you tuck the form into one of the drawers in a cabinet under the desk.

"Thank you—" Caitlyn trails off, lacking your name.

"Of course!" You glance between her and Jayce. "Let me know if you have any questions."

"Yeah," Caitlyn responds, almost dazed as she follow Jayce away from the desk and fully into the gym. The moment Jayce heads off for the leg extension curl up machine, she's right beside him. "Who is that?" she whisper-shouts: enough to be audible in the loud building without being overheard.

"Her?" Jayce sets his water bottle down, stating your name like it's obvious. "She works at the front desk a few nights a week. Don't think she lifts much, but I've seen her doing pilates sometimes."

"Is that so?" Caitlyn murmurs to herself, casting a sidelong glance back at you. She doesn't notice Jayce as he begins to work out, too preoccupied with thoughts of meeting you again. Preferably when you're not checking her into a gym she doesn't want to be at.

Well. She didn't want to be at. That's quickly changing — whether she wants to admit it or not.

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Caitlyn's back at gym the next day.

This time, she's here alone. She strolls in through the main doors with an almost aloof expression: her face betraying none of her nerves. She's all dressed in her expensive navy leggings with a loose, white tank top clinging to her tall stature. She heads straight for the front desk, her eyes locked on you.

You glance up from your phone as she approaches. "Oh, hi! Are you here with Jayce again?"

"Actually, I'm here alone," Caitlyn's icy-blue stare doesn't waver. "I was hoping to get a membership?"

"Oh!" Your smile feels like beams of warmth, like if the sun itself decided to smile upon Caitlyn. "Sure, I can help you with that! Do you know which plan you'd like? They have different perks, but they also cost differently, and—"

Caitlyn doesn't really hear what you say, too focused on the slight movement of your hair and the change in your expression as you talk. She blinks back into reality when you tilt your head questioningly, as if expecting an answer. "Um," she mumbles. "I'll do the top one."

"Okay," you type something into her computer, and Caitlyn tracks the movement of your fingers tapping across the keys. As the Kiramman heir, she's beyond rich, but she's also classy with it. She wasn't going to spend her money on something she'd never use.

A membership at the gym her now-crush works at, though? She can make an exception.

"Okay, now just a few questions," you click something, then shift your gaze back to her.

When Caitlyn nods, you resume. "Well, I would ask your name, but—" you cut yourself off, cheeks tinging a rosy pink.

"Oh," Caitlyn blinks, suddenly remembering that everyone in Piltover knows her name. Especially now, with her being a commander: earning the legacy passed on to her by the recently deceased Cassandra Kiramman. She takes in your blush with a hint of hope, though she remains her usual composed self. "Yes. Are there any others?"

You rattle off a few more of the usual questions before you motion for her to swipe her card. She does without a second thought, and you can't help but briefly wonder what someone of her status is doing at a public gym in the middle of Piltover. Surely someone of a commander status — especially with her wealth — has more than enough for their own private training areas. Why is she here?

"Thanks," Caitlyn flashes you a smile of her own, and you're a little embarrassed to register how it makes your heart flip. She must give it to all the Piltover citizens, you remind yourself. It's practiced for the public.

"Of course," you maintain your cheerful demeanor. That marks the end of this conversation, or so you think.

Instead, Caitlyn lingers, taking more time in front of the desk than she needs. "So, what do you like to do here?

You look up at her again, surprised that she hasn't disappeared into the depths of the gym yet. "How do I...work out?"

"Um, yeah," she mumbles, scratching at the tiled floor with the tip of her shoe. "It's only my second time here, so I'm looking for recommendations, you know?"

"Right," you consider. "I usually stick to pilates. I know it's a little cliché since it's super popular, but I really like it."

"I don't think it's cliché," Caitlyn's quick to reassure you. Gods, the last thing she needs is you thinking you can't share your hobbies with her. "Maybe I'll try it sometime."

You think for a moment, as if mentally going through your schedule in your head. "I usually do it on Mondays and Thursdays, so I don't know about the other days, but there's usually not as many people wanting to do it those evenings."

Aha.

You just explained what Caityn had wanted to know since she stepped foot in the gym and saw you. Monday and Thursday evenings. Not as specific as she'd have liked, but still far more information than she ever expected to get. She would just have to be sure she caught you at the right time.

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For the next week, you catch sight of Caitlyn coming into the gym nearly every day you're working. She's always dressed in expensive workout clothes with what you're sure is the finest quality fabric, casually gracing your presence at the front desk before heading off to work out. Her tops always exposed her toned arms, and they occasionally lifted from her stomach to showcase her abs, and gods, is the universe trying to kill you by giving you the hottest women to ogle at while you're supposed to be working?

It doesn't take long, though, for you to run into her in a far more casual setting.

You're in one of the gym's studios — off of work today. You lay back on the mats, stretching out your right leg for one of your stretches to cool down from your pilates workout. You roll over to do your next exercise, pushing yourself off the mat, facing the mirror in a side plank. Your gaze is downcast in concentration, so don't notice the hint of navy hair that flashes in the doorway before a familiar face appears.

Caitlyn watches you exercise from just outside the studio door. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of your legs and backside in your leggings. You're wearing a cute, blush pink workout set that hugs all your curves in just the right ways, much to her appreciation. You're a cute little pilates princess, and she loves it.

And oh, how she'd love to run her hands over your body and—

After a minute passes, you lower yourself back onto the mat, happening to glance up at the mirror and catch sight of Caitlyn's reflection. "Hey, Caitlyn," you smile at her in the mirror. "Did you want to use the studio?"

"Oh, no," Caitlyn rushes her words, stepping into the space before letting the door close. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was—" she fumbles for a moment before regaining her usual composure. "Would you mind teaching me some stretches? I feel like I need more before I work out."

"Sure," you blink, a little surprised that the Caitlyn Kiramman is not only regularly visiting the gym you work at, but now also asking you for help. "I was just finishing up, anyways."

You sit up straight, crossing your legs on the mat in front of you and turning your back to the side as far as your flexibility will allow you. Caitlyn sets her bag down and joins you on the mat, mirroring your actions. "I like this one for stretching my back, but I also like to do lunges for my legs," you continue to explain.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, continues to hyper fixate on how kind you are to help her with whatever she needs — even when you're not working. She notices how your eyes narrow when you're focused, how you carefully position yourself for the next exercise, how pretty your cheeks look when they're a little flushed.

The next few minutes go by with Caitlyn quickly picking up every stretch you teach her. It's not surprising: she's toned and athletic both from her years of sharpshooting and the training she does now as a commander. She completes the stretches with ease, her body moving languidly like a cat's. And, in return, you can't help but notice how good she looks like this, too.

When you call it, standing to clean the mat with a wipe and roll it back up, Caitlyn stands right along with you. Her dark eyebrows furrow, trying to figure out how she can make this moment with you last even longer. As you bend to pick up your bag and water bottle, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn, eyes widened, to see Caitlyn shifting on her feet. "Hey," she murmurs. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? If you haven't already eaten, that is."

"You—" You freeze, unsure if this is some kind of joke or misunderstanding. "You want to have dinner with me?"

"Yes, with you," Caitlyn smiles down at you. She's much warmer under that professional, stoic demeanor she always puts up. "I've grown quite fond of you."

"Thank you," you mumble, your eyes darting between hers and your shoes as an act of sudden shyness. "Yeah, dinner sounds nice."

"Take it as my way of asking you out," Caitlyn's long fingers brush yours. You wish she'd hurry up already and just hold your hand, but she's taking her time — that much is clear. Respectful: yet another thing you like about her.

You fluster even more at her comment, almost disbelieving. "Asking me out?"

"Yes," Caitlyn tilts her head, icy eyes imploring yours in curiosity. "You haven't figured that out? I feared I was being too obvious about my infatuation."

This draws a quiet laugh from you, amusement spilling from your lips. Only Caitlyn Kiramman could manage to sound so properly formal and also be so endearingly unsure at the same time. "Well, I was probably too worried about my feelings to notice yours."

Caitlyn blinks once. Then twice. "You like me too?"

There's a moment of quiet after that, both of you just staring at each other in realization. Then, another giggle spills from your lips at the absurdity of it all, and Caitlyn's joining you in her own laughter within moments. "We might be a little dense," you smile, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Caitlyn's gaze traces the movement of your lip between your teeth, wishing she could remove your bite and replace it with hers instead. "Ah, well," she returns your sheepish smile, a hand coming up to tuck strands of navy hair behind her ear. "If being dense got me here, I'll gladly admit to it."

"Me too." You're the one that reaches out this time, taking her hand to lace her fingers with yours. "So, dinner?"

"And maybe dessert," Caitlyn mumbles under her breath as she lets you tug her out of the studio hand-in-hand. She just can't help her intrusive thoughts, sometimes.

But if her intrusive thoughts had landed her a date with you, she'd gladly admit to that, too.

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A week later, when you're spawled out in her silk sheets with pink cheeks and heavy breaths, Caitlyn curls up beside you. Your legs tangle together, and it's a moment of pure bliss after your previously heated moments.

You're just about to drift off into a deep sleep when Caitlyn buries her face in your hair. "So, now that I won you over," she mumbles. "Can you cancel my gym membership?"

"Wha—?" You reel from the sudden request, incredulous how she could talk about such casual things when she had just given you the time of your life. "Your membership?"

"Yes," Caitlyn huffs, and you can feel the puff of breath against your scalp. "I know it's not a big deal, but I hate spending money on things I'll never use, and I only bought it so I could come back and see you, and—"

You lean your head up, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle kiss. When she's sighing against your lips, you pull back to tuck your head back under her chin. "Yes. Now shut up. You're ruining the moment."

The corners of her mouth tug up into a smile. "You just can't admit that you went from a pilates princess to my princess."

"Caitlyn—"

"Right," Caitlyn allows her lips to press against your forehead before her eyes slip shut. "Goodnight, my princess."

Spent ten minutes trying to come up with a title before my women-loving instincts took over. Blood, sweat, and tears MORE LIKE LOVE, SWEAT, AND QUEERS >:)

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