“I really do value them not being broken,” Katarina said, lifting her head up-- a smear of blood would be left on Sejuani’s shirt to accompany the ale stains. She leapt to her feet, wiping her bloodied nose the rest of the way on the sleeve of her own leeather coat, whirling around to glare up at the drunken man that had decked her.

“Look what you made me do you fucking ass!” she barked, gesturing to the warlord on the floor of the bar.

People knew who Sejuani was.

The music and chatter that had been filling the air seemed to come to a halt, almost like a record scratching as the needle was unceremoniously shoved off.The man seemed to sober up a bit, paling as he looked down at the mess while the assassin then extended her hand down to Sejuani, blood starting to drip from her nose again, the flow not yet staunched. Her lip seemed to have been busted open with the blow as well, starting to swell, making her words a bit slurred.

“We’ll get your drinks replaced, I can do that much at least with this bastard’s money. His fault.”

“Ah yes, because I am famous for my wit and words. Guess I will just have to leave people guessing for now. Maybe one day I’ll tell them who and how but I just… I can’t deal with the stigma right now.”

She was indeed flustered, but that simply left her nodding meekly and scrambling to do as she was told, pushing herself up on her hands to allow the stripping. She might have been hesitant, but a large part of her wanted to see where this was going and wanted it to go there all of the way without Katarina getting fed up with her. Whatever was about to happen was probably better than nothing at all.

And then, she waited. Mostly naked, exposed to the world (or the room, and its single other occupant) and still on her best behavior. A simple nod and she sat back, trying to make sense of why she’d been stripped and left. Her paranoia suggested Kat was either getting a camera for blackmail material or some friends to say ‘look who i got naked’.

What she got was a solution of sorts to her problem. At least it helped maybe clarify that she wasn’t being claimed. Yet, anyway. A perfect pink mark was left behind, though this one was less permanent. “I guess. Takes away a little of the danger and excitement but… Well, it’ll do for now. I am sure you are already thinking of colourful solutions for next time. Now you got me. Covered in your marks, mostly naked and very waiting. Not exactly how I was expecting today to go, can’t complain. Now you do the, uh, thing.”

“Sejuani you really need to learn when to stop talking,” Katarina insisted with a soft puff. Honestly, her rambling was starting to distract her. She thought she’d be saying something somewhat important and relevant to her task at hand-- or rather, mouth. Regardless, she figured she’d have a way to shut her up.

Send me an expression and character and I’m more than happy to do it ;v;

“Get away with what, Sej? Making you moan for me?”  She asked this in a completely flirtatious and teasing manner, the smirk on her lips faltering for only a moment as the blonde sought her ears worthy to such private information. The redhead had to snort out a laugh, shaking her head a couple of times as she pulled back to arch a brow at her. “And why on Earth would you go ahead and tell me that?” she asked, a chuckle shaking her shoulders before Katarina dove right back in, her delight apparent in the way her hands at herhips pushed their thumbs up under the football player’s shirt, her smile dragging down along her neck enough to leave irritated marks.

It wasn’t long before Sejuani’s face was as red as Katarina’s hair, sinking slowly further into her retreat to the couch. No adequate reply came to mind as the voracious assault of affection continued. A brief respite led to her giving off an awkward smile.

“It, uh, seemed like the type of thing you’d like to know because, uh, I’d need to not be wearing them for the things you like?” Despite her hesitance on doing a lot of things, it was going in a very sexual direction and she was possibly ready for it. Her experience with women might have been exaggerated, mostly by her reputation. There might have been nerves trying to fight her natural cocky attitude. 

Sure enough the trail of kisses had the desired effect, her hands reaching out to steady herself and grabbing chunks of cushion as she leaned ever further back. Of course arms spread and leaning, she was completely exposed. Even worse, she didn’t catch herself or perhaps realise the connotations as moaned out gently, muttering an unconscious ‘fuck me’ as she did so. But of course, Kat wouldn’t take that the wrong way right? It was an expression, people used the phrase all the time. 

Though perhaps context might change the meaning a little.

Katarina’s level of experience was perhaps the opposite – she didn’t spend time boasting of her “conquests” or telling her friends and classmates about the women she had managed to take to bed. Whereas she kept quiet about her action, it wasn’t for lack of. No, she just felt that it wasn’t anybody else’s fucking business, so they could screw right off and leave her be.

Sejuani was a different matter entirely to her, but it wasn’t as if she was going to let rumors and gossip steer her relationship with this woman. 

“Maybe not tonight– I had something else in mind,” she purred in her ear before teasing teeth yanked at her earlobe again, and the hands that ahd been snaking their way up underneath the front Sejuani’s shirt groped at her breasts, big and soft and warm under her fingers and she could have sworn she could feel her heart pounding under her touch,

Whatever her something else was, stopping was not part of it apparently. It didn’t take long for Sejuani to catch up with the conversation, though perhaps longer than it should have. The delicate hands teasing her chest now provided quite the distraction, albeit a welcome one. It was the first time she’d been groped in a good year that wasn’t going to lead to her breaking anyones hands and or legs, which was nice.

“I assume you plan on explaining your something else?” Her grip didn’t leave, and even recovering she braced herself for another advance. So far as she could tell it didn’t much matter what she did though, Katarina had something in mind and unless she flat out refused, it was probably going to happen and she was probably going to enjoy it. 

Excited eyes drifted to one side, trying to make fleeting contact. Her heart raced and pounded against her chest, bursting with anticipation. “I have the feeling your something else is more than just a cuddle and a movie, but do behave yourself. You’ve probably left a dozen marks on me already and people will ask questions. I can’t exactly just say ‘They mark me as Kat’s plaything’ now can I?”

“Oh shut up,” Katarina snarled, a laugh slipping past her lips betraying her possessive tone, giving way to more playful giggling as her thumbs brushed over the other woman’s nipples, a sharp grope with her fingertips dipping in slightly, nails scratching her skin. She dipped her head down, instead sucking on a point over her collarbone, thinner flesh giving way to her teeth and tongue as she placed a heart-shaped bruise with her mouth.

“Not like I’m putting it anywhere anyone can see, your reputation is safe,” she concluded after pulling back, her mouth giving a soft ‘pop’ against her skin, licking her lips still as her hips squirmed in the blonde’s lap. But alas, she was for more enticed by her task at hand, working on getting Sejuani at least a bit more red than she already was before she’d shove her shirt up enough to expose her stomach, dragging teeth and kisses down her abdomen. Knees met the floor in front of the couch as she shimmied her way between Sejuani’s thighs, Katarina wishing she had an elastic to tie her long red hair back with for her plan of the proceedings…

Shut up wasn’t a no she noted. Maybe that was what she was supposed to tell people, relationships were awful confusing. A brief struggle allowed her to withhold moans as her vixens claws and teeth sank in for their mark, toying with her chest and leaving a bruised mark upon her neck. Only when the kiss of sorts was finished did she let out a sigh, visibly relaxed as the straddle resumed.

“Right. Except when I am wearing anything moderately revealing, or getting changed for gym or a game. If someone is leaving,” a brief nod of her head to try get towards her new mark, “on me, they will want to know who, when, why, how and more.” Her minor objections were largely ignored, and she wasn’t exactly bothered by it. Up went her shirt and down went her girl, a plethora of minor marks and excitement trailing down her helpless form, powerful desires preventing her from leaving.

The kissing finally ceased as a position change occurred. She did her best to sit up and catch her breath, staring down at a vibrant red mane, positioned between her spread thighs. It was about now Sejuani had a very clear picture of exactly what was about to happen. Verbally she managed to get out a whole “Oh.” before her face flushed a nervous crimson and her gaze averted to one side.

Katarina couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and though it did irk her a bit to say, she simply shrugged and said,”You can lie about it if you need to.” Moving on from that topic however she had more pressing matters at hand, specifically trying to slide her hands underneath her truck of a girlfriend’s ass, thumbs hook into the waistline of her pants. “Lift your butt up so I can take-- these... off...” she started, trailing off when she looked up to see Sejuani so incredibly flustered. It was a curious thing, to see the big, strong,confident woman practically red as a tomato. She could tell she was nervous, Sej may as well have been trembling like a leaf she could feel the nervousness beneath her fingertips.

Katarina smirked, and with a few sharp tugs yanked her pants down enough to have one pant leg about her knee and the other on the floor. She wished she could keep marking her, when an idea hit her.

“Oh! Wait here a sec,” she suddenly said, eyes lighting up a bit from their dark flame of desire, and she got to her feet in a hop, grabbing her purse from the floor and bringing it with her to the bathroom. She pulled out a tube of deep red lipstick, leaning over the counter and skillfully applying her favorite shade to her lips. Katarina returned to her girlfriend and plonked herself right back to where she’d been, flashing a wry smile at her before she nuzzled her face against the inside of one of her thighs, face close enough she could smell her scent with ease. 

When she placed a soft kiss on the sensitive supple flesh of her upper leg, a perfect little kiss mark was left behind. “Now you can just wash them off later.”

“Get away with what, Sej? Making you moan for me?”  She asked this in a completely flirtatious and teasing manner, the smirk on her lips faltering for only a moment as the blonde sought her ears worthy to such private information. The redhead had to snort out a laugh, shaking her head a couple of times as she pulled back to arch a brow at her. “And why on Earth would you go ahead and tell me that?” she asked, a chuckle shaking her shoulders before Katarina dove right back in, her delight apparent in the way her hands at herhips pushed their thumbs up under the football player’s shirt, her smile dragging down along her neck enough to leave irritated marks.

It wasn’t long before Sejuani’s face was as red as Katarina’s hair, sinking slowly further into her retreat to the couch. No adequate reply came to mind as the voracious assault of affection continued. A brief respite led to her giving off an awkward smile.

“It, uh, seemed like the type of thing you’d like to know because, uh, I’d need to not be wearing them for the things you like?” Despite her hesitance on doing a lot of things, it was going in a very sexual direction and she was possibly ready for it. Her experience with women might have been exaggerated, mostly by her reputation. There might have been nerves trying to fight her natural cocky attitude. 

Sure enough the trail of kisses had the desired effect, her hands reaching out to steady herself and grabbing chunks of cushion as she leaned ever further back. Of course arms spread and leaning, she was completely exposed. Even worse, she didn’t catch herself or perhaps realise the connotations as moaned out gently, muttering an unconscious ‘fuck me’ as she did so. But of course, Kat wouldn’t take that the wrong way right? It was an expression, people used the phrase all the time. 

Though perhaps context might change the meaning a little.

Katarina’s level of experience was perhaps the opposite – she didn’t spend time boasting of her “conquests” or telling her friends and classmates about the women she had managed to take to bed. Whereas she kept quiet about her action, it wasn’t for lack of. No, she just felt that it wasn’t anybody else’s fucking business, so they could screw right off and leave her be.

Sejuani was a different matter entirely to her, but it wasn’t as if she was going to let rumors and gossip steer her relationship with this woman. 

“Maybe not tonight– I had something else in mind,” she purred in her ear before teasing teeth yanked at her earlobe again, and the hands that ahd been snaking their way up underneath the front Sejuani’s shirt groped at her breasts, big and soft and warm under her fingers and she could have sworn she could feel her heart pounding under her touch,

Whatever her something else was, stopping was not part of it apparently. It didn’t take long for Sejuani to catch up with the conversation, though perhaps longer than it should have. The delicate hands teasing her chest now provided quite the distraction, albeit a welcome one. It was the first time she’d been groped in a good year that wasn’t going to lead to her breaking anyones hands and or legs, which was nice.

“I assume you plan on explaining your something else?” Her grip didn’t leave, and even recovering she braced herself for another advance. So far as she could tell it didn’t much matter what she did though, Katarina had something in mind and unless she flat out refused, it was probably going to happen and she was probably going to enjoy it. 

Excited eyes drifted to one side, trying to make fleeting contact. Her heart raced and pounded against her chest, bursting with anticipation. “I have the feeling your something else is more than just a cuddle and a movie, but do behave yourself. You’ve probably left a dozen marks on me already and people will ask questions. I can’t exactly just say ‘They mark me as Kat’s plaything’ now can I?”

“Oh shut up,” Katarina snarled, a laugh slipping past her lips betraying her possessive tone, giving way to more playful giggling as her thumbs brushed over the other woman’s nipples, a sharp grope with her fingertips dipping in slightly, nails scratching her skin. She dipped her head down, instead sucking on a point over her collarbone, thinner flesh giving way to her teeth and tongue as she placed a heart-shaped bruise with her mouth.

“Not like I’m putting it anywhere anyone can see, your reputation is safe,” she concluded after pulling back, her mouth giving a soft ‘pop’ against her skin, licking her lips still as her hips squirmed in the blonde’s lap. But alas, she was for more enticed by her task at hand, working on getting Sejuani at least a bit more red than she already was before she’d shove her shirt up enough to expose her stomach, dragging teeth and kisses down her abdomen. Knees met the floor in front of the couch as she shimmied her way between Sejuani’s thighs, Katarina wishing she had an elastic to tie her long red hair back with for her plan of the proceedings...

“Get away with what, Sej? Making you moan for me?”  She asked this in a completely flirtatious and teasing manner, the smirk on her lips faltering for only a moment as the blonde sought her ears worthy to such private information. The redhead had to snort out a laugh, shaking her head a couple of times as she pulled back to arch a brow at her. “And why on Earth would you go ahead and tell me that?” she asked, a chuckle shaking her shoulders before Katarina dove right back in, her delight apparent in the way her hands at herhips pushed their thumbs up under the football player’s shirt, her smile dragging down along her neck enough to leave irritated marks.

It wasn’t long before Sejuani’s face was as red as Katarina’s hair, sinking slowly further into her retreat to the couch. No adequate reply came to mind as the voracious assault of affection continued. A brief respite led to her giving off an awkward smile.

“It, uh, seemed like the type of thing you’d like to know because, uh, I’d need to not be wearing them for the things you like?” Despite her hesitance on doing a lot of things, it was going in a very sexual direction and she was possibly ready for it. Her experience with women might have been exaggerated, mostly by her reputation. There might have been nerves trying to fight her natural cocky attitude. 

Sure enough the trail of kisses had the desired effect, her hands reaching out to steady herself and grabbing chunks of cushion as she leaned ever further back. Of course arms spread and leaning, she was completely exposed. Even worse, she didn’t catch herself or perhaps realise the connotations as moaned out gently, muttering an unconscious ‘fuck me’ as she did so. But of course, Kat wouldn’t take that the wrong way right? It was an expression, people used the phrase all the time. 

Though perhaps context might change the meaning a little.

Katarina’s level of experience was perhaps the opposite -- she didn’t spend time boasting of her “conquests” or telling her friends and classmates about the women she had managed to take to bed. Whereas she kept quiet about her action, it wasn’t for lack of. No, she just felt that it wasn’t anybody else’s fucking business, so they could screw right off and leave her be.

Sejuani was a different matter entirely to her, but it wasn’t as if she was going to let rumors and gossip steer her relationship with this woman. 

“Maybe not tonight-- I had something else in mind,” she purred in her ear before teasing teeth yanked at her earlobe again, and the hands that ahd been snaking their way up underneath the front Sejuani’s shirt groped at her breasts, big and soft and warm under her fingers and she could have sworn she could feel her heart pounding under her touch,

“Get away with what, Sej? Making you moan for me?”  She asked this in a completely flirtatious and teasing manner, the smirk on her lips faltering for only a moment as the blonde sought her ears worthy to such private information. The redhead had to snort out a laugh, shaking her head a couple of times as she pulled back to arch a brow at her. “And why on Earth would you go ahead and tell me that?” she asked, a chuckle shaking her shoulders before Katarina dove right back in, her delight apparent in the way her hands at herhips pushed their thumbs up under the football player’s shirt, her smile dragging down along her neck enough to leave irritated marks.

Katarina could relate more than she’d like to admit to being only wanted when useful, but she swallowed the thought for now, pushing it to the back of her mind. She wasn’t ready herself to tell Sejuani about that just yet, and now wasn’t the time for it anyway. She was listening right now, letting the blonde get her words out, knowing words themself were sometimes difficult for her.  She couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face, leaning into the petting hand, tipping her head up a bit at the kiss on her forehead. That was a good sign, Sej touching her again. Quite honestly, whether it was sexual or not, she adored any bit of contact she’d give her. Even if it was just discretely holding hands under the table when they were studying in the campus library, or gently bumping sides when they’d be walking.  The warmth wrapped around her doubled, eyes widening when she was pulled forward, getting a mouthful of Sejuani’s shirt but that only made her smile even more, laugh muffled. Her hands reached up, curling against the sleeves that clung around each of the jock’s biceps, lifting her head a bit to free up her mouth enough to speak, only half impaired now. “If making out behind closed doors is all I can have, you know for damn sure I’ll take you up on that.”  She was half joking, not wanting to back her into a corner again. 

The giggling let her know her gambit had paid off. Distraction tits worked as well in relationships as it did in sports it seemed. (A dirty tactic and not one to be used in sober and serious games. Sometimes you told the petite and pretty blond to jump up and down and let her chest play bouncy castle.) 

After a few moments, and Kat trying to right herself, she used both her hands to grasp at her waist and lift her, plonking her down into her lap with a satisfying bounce, and keeping her hands in place to stay there.

“Mmmm but what if that isn’t all you can have? Or what if that is too much, and I won’t let you have even thattttttt? I mean sure I could just say ‘yes I’d like your tongue in my throat’, but that just isn’t fun. I have to maintain my stubborn air of grump and mystery, and you can bet I will keep it up for at least, well, the rest of my year here I guess. Haven’t planned who I’ll be after that. Maybe grumpy. Maybe wife material.” 

She grinned, and moved in for another little smooch on the forehead, though this time making sure to be disgustingly cute about it, and leave a nice wet patch when she was done. “All I know is you are still mine and still cute. Anything else is subject to further experimentation and requires a proper test.”

It was a pleasant surprise to have herself lifted and seated in her lap. She let her hands slide up her biceps, feeling the power in her shoulders, before her arms settled loosely around her neck. The fingers of one hand started to play gently with the hair cascading down the nape of Sejuani’s neck, occasionally trailing up farther to softly scratch her fingers along her scalp in a massaging gesture. Katarina shifted briefly to adjust her position in her lap, getting comfortable.

“Do you have a hypothesis to go with your research?” she laughed, playing along with her…. girlfriend? Partner? Fuck buddy? She wasn’t entirely sure where they stood, they hadn’t exactly put it in the strictest terms, not to mention it wasn’t as if they could tell anyone else about them just yet anyway so what would be the point? Sure Katarina had expressed her desire to be with her, and she knew Sej wanted something along the same lines, wanted the redhead to be hers. She would give herself to her no problem, but what did that make her? She wouldn’t worry about it too hard for now. She was more concerned with the present. The here and now, of being in her lap, of laughing and joking with her and enjoying the feel of her warm hands through her tanktop and shorts.

Despite her hesitance at being touched, the right buttons were being pushed. There was a temptation to simply close her eyes and purr gently as soft fingers teased and caressed her worries away. But she was also trying very hard to be miserable and stoic. 

“I think you are putting in long words to confuse me. I am sports I am not smarts so how about you hypothemisis something that makes sense. Like unless hypothermia is the science word for putting tongue in mouth I just don’t see it being needed.” She did her best to keep her grump on, a twitching smile and a chuckle wanting to break forth, held at bay through stubborn grit.

There was at least a chance for her to settle, tense posture dissolving into a more casual one, leaning into the cushions and allowing Katarina just a bit more room to be forward and or on top of her, should she choose to take it. Hands stayed perfectly still, focused only on keeping her loosely in place. Groping could come later, if she had cheered up from her self imposed shenanigans. 

Katarina tried not to laugh, not wanting to break her own focus. SHe was trying hard enough as it was to keep her cool, something that was always difficult to do when on top of a very sexy, very attractive woman. She licked her own lips contemplatively, tilting her head as she gazed at her partner. She settled on that word for now, she could talk to Sejuani later if at all. For now she’d busy herself with letting her hands roam and her head dip down to kiss along her neck,teeth grazing over her pulse. 

“You’re babbling, babe,” she laughed, breath hot against the flesh of her neck before she dragged her teeth back up, underneath her jawline to kiss and nip her way to her earlobe, tugging on it. Her hands dipped back down along her arms, giving her a soft squeeze over her thick muscles before skipping down to feel the curve of her hips, a shiver rolling up the redhead’s spine. Sej was just... built like a fucking brick house, and she adored every inch of her.

Katarina could relate more than she’d like to admit to being only wanted when useful, but she swallowed the thought for now, pushing it to the back of her mind. She wasn’t ready herself to tell Sejuani about that just yet, and now wasn’t the time for it anyway. She was listening right now, letting the blonde get her words out, knowing words themself were sometimes difficult for her.  She couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face, leaning into the petting hand, tipping her head up a bit at the kiss on her forehead. That was a good sign, Sej touching her again. Quite honestly, whether it was sexual or not, she adored any bit of contact she’d give her. Even if it was just discretely holding hands under the table when they were studying in the campus library, or gently bumping sides when they’d be walking.  The warmth wrapped around her doubled, eyes widening when she was pulled forward, getting a mouthful of Sejuani’s shirt but that only made her smile even more, laugh muffled. Her hands reached up, curling against the sleeves that clung around each of the jock’s biceps, lifting her head a bit to free up her mouth enough to speak, only half impaired now. “If making out behind closed doors is all I can have, you know for damn sure I’ll take you up on that.”  She was half joking, not wanting to back her into a corner again. 

The giggling let her know her gambit had paid off. Distraction tits worked as well in relationships as it did in sports it seemed. (A dirty tactic and not one to be used in sober and serious games. Sometimes you told the petite and pretty blond to jump up and down and let her chest play bouncy castle.) 

After a few moments, and Kat trying to right herself, she used both her hands to grasp at her waist and lift her, plonking her down into her lap with a satisfying bounce, and keeping her hands in place to stay there.

“Mmmm but what if that isn’t all you can have? Or what if that is too much, and I won’t let you have even thattttttt? I mean sure I could just say ‘yes I’d like your tongue in my throat’, but that just isn’t fun. I have to maintain my stubborn air of grump and mystery, and you can bet I will keep it up for at least, well, the rest of my year here I guess. Haven’t planned who I’ll be after that. Maybe grumpy. Maybe wife material.” 

She grinned, and moved in for another little smooch on the forehead, though this time making sure to be disgustingly cute about it, and leave a nice wet patch when she was done. “All I know is you are still mine and still cute. Anything else is subject to further experimentation and requires a proper test.”

It was a pleasant surprise to have herself lifted and seated in her lap. She let her hands slide up her biceps, feeling the power in her shoulders, before her arms settled loosely around her neck. The fingers of one hand started to play gently with the hair cascading down the nape of Sejuani’s neck, occasionally trailing up farther to softly scratch her fingers along her scalp in a massaging gesture. Katarina shifted briefly to adjust her position in her lap, getting comfortable.

“Do you have a hypothesis to go with your research?” she laughed, playing along with her.... girlfriend? Partner? Fuck buddy? She wasn’t entirely sure where they stood, they hadn’t exactly put it in the strictest terms, not to mention it wasn’t as if they could tell anyone else about them just yet anyway so what would be the point? Sure Katarina had expressed her desire to be with her, and she knew Sej wanted something along the same lines, wanted the redhead to be hers. She would give herself to her no problem, but what did that make her? She wouldn’t worry about it too hard for now. She was more concerned with the present. The here and now, of being in her lap, of laughing and joking with her and enjoying the feel of her warm hands through her tanktop and shorts.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to get up here?” Katarina lamented with a groan, rolling over again onto her back, languidly stretching out on the large bed. She felt like the blankets could swallow her whole. Why ever did this woman need such a large bed? Surely she had another place for hosting whatever orgies her heart desired with what she knew to be an impressive number of concubines. She’d maybe done a little bit of research on the warlord.  “Because I have a small idea of how hard you work in a day, and with that information I’d deem both our hardships comparable.”

“Well, out of your bed is pretty fucking cold,” Katarina reasoned with a loose shrug of her shoulders, fiddling with the heavy fur covers and blankets. Honestly if not for them she’d be a shivering mess, what with her regular clothes and belts strewn on the floor, leaving a trail from the balcony window to the large bed.  She glanced the warlord up and down, licking her lips with a devious smirk. “Then again, if you have any other suggestions for warming me up I’d be happy to hear them.”

“I am not cold. You are just weak.” Her expression remained unamused as the intruder made herself comfortable. Disgusting. Probably still dangerous and a little sexy, but mostly impertinent and disgusting. Why complain about the cold if she had clearly made an effort to strip?

Remaining in place, she looked the bedframe up and down, and the woman with it. “I have several suggestions. If I spill your blood, you will feel its warmth on your body for a time. I could set you on fire too. Snap your neck, and then you wouldn’t feel the cold even if it was still there.”

“Oh come now, you know none of that is exactly fun.” That was a lie. All of those things were fun. Not to have done to yourself, but still a sick kind of entertaining that she took great joy in doing to her enemies on the battlefield, particularly after aiding a takeover of some small town during the war. Katarina rolled over languidly, onto her stomach, the curve of her rear plump and pale in the moonlight accented with the lace design of her black underwear. Had she dressed up just for her? 

“Well, out of your bed is pretty fucking cold,” Katarina reasoned with a loose shrug of her shoulders, fiddling with the heavy fur covers and blankets. Honestly if not for them she’d be a shivering mess, what with her regular clothes and belts strewn on the floor, leaving a trail from the balcony window to the large bed.  She glanced the warlord up and down, licking her lips with a devious smirk. “Then again, if you have any other suggestions for warming me up I’d be happy to hear them.”

Katarina could relate more than she’d like to admit to being only wanted when useful, but she swallowed the thought for now, pushing it to the back of her mind. She wasn’t ready herself to tell Sejuani about that just yet, and now wasn’t the time for it anyway. She was listening right now, letting the blonde get her words out, knowing words themself were sometimes difficult for her.  She couldn’t help the smile from spreading across her face, leaning into the petting hand, tipping her head up a bit at the kiss on her forehead. That was a good sign, Sej touching her again. Quite honestly, whether it was sexual or not, she adored any bit of contact she’d give her. Even if it was just discretely holding hands under the table when they were studying in the campus library, or gently bumping sides when they’d be walking.  The warmth wrapped around her doubled, eyes widening when she was pulled forward, getting a mouthful of Sejuani’s shirt but that only made her smile even more, laugh muffled. Her hands reached up, curling against the sleeves that clung around each of the jock’s biceps, lifting her head a bit to free up her mouth enough to speak, only half impaired now. “If making out behind closed doors is all I can have, you know for damn sure I’ll take you up on that.”  She was half joking, not wanting to back her into a corner again. 

Katarina sat back on the couch, listening to Sejuani explain. The comment about being some runt did sting a little bit, was that all Sejuani thought of her? Her concerns about her reputation may have bothered others but the redhead knew what it was like to be held in some form of regard, to have people watching your moves and judging you.  She did take some comfort in the fact that Sejuani did want to touch her. Wanted to make her feel good, and honestly it warmed her heart that she was concerned for her in such a way but she could respect the blonde’s concerns for her own image as well.  “Hey,” she reasoned, crawling over a little closer, slower this time as to not startle the football player, lifting a hand to touch her cheek,”We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Same for me here. I’m not going to make you do something you’re unsure of.” Katarina sat up, beside her now, and dropped her hand to carefully take one of Sejuani’s own in her grasp. The taller woman had bigger hands; rougher from years of play would be her guess, and thought Katarina ahd some of her own callouses from work and the like, there was just something charming in the difference of touch,

A careful huntress stalked towards its startled prey. Not many could say they’d spooked Sejuani, it wasn’t like her to show fear. Or much emotion at all, for the most part. A slow shuffle away, but not enough to distance her. The soft touch was more than welcome, despite her hesitance.

It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want anything of course, simply she didn’t want to start something that ended up with loud and kinky sex. Seemed to be a certain someones aim and they probably both knew if the moves were applied, they would work. Unfortunately for Sejuani she needed to rely on words and logic: Her lady parts were trying to make a very different decision.

“You say these words, but that is not the way of the world. I don’t do what you want, someone else does and suddenly you are theirs and not mine. Then I murder them and have to go to jail for life. I don’t need any more blood on my hands and I certainly don’t need to be dealing with emotions. Those are stupid.”

Her head turned away, trying to remain distance. on the same couch, holding hands, but distant. Even so there was a hint of a squeeze in return. She didn’t want her to leave, though she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted. Time alone. But also maybe with her there.

It was hard not to laugh, but Katarina bit back the sound with a smile instead. She carefully laced their fingers, for now keeping still for the time being. She leaned back on the couch cushions instead, crossing one leg over the other and folding her free arm in her own lap after a brief push of her fingers through dark red tresses, though her bangs just fell back into place. “I’m not that shallow Sej,” she explained, but paused,”Though I have a feeling you might’ve heard that one before from other folks... but... well, uhm...” She was fidgeting now, her free hand in her lap toying with the hem of her black tank top. “I really... like, really like you. I think you’re very warm and caring and you wouldn’t be so careful with me if you didn’t care, and I’m not used to that. I’m not used to people looking out for me, or making sure I get home to my dorm safe at the end of a party, or step in to stop douchebags from hitting on me when I’ve already told them to fuck off.” A dry laugh came from Katarina then as she shook her head, her thumb tracing back and forth over the back of Sejuani’s knuckles, looking down at their linked holds before she swallowed hard and looked up at the blonde. “You’re the one I want to be with. And yeah sex is nice but honestly it’s secondary to me, you know?”

Katarina sat back on the couch, listening to Sejuani explain. The comment about being some runt did sting a little bit, was that all Sejuani thought of her? Her concerns about her reputation may have bothered others but the redhead knew what it was like to be held in some form of regard, to have people watching your moves and judging you.  She did take some comfort in the fact that Sejuani did want to touch her. Wanted to make her feel good, and honestly it warmed her heart that she was concerned for her in such a way but she could respect the blonde’s concerns for her own image as well.  “Hey,” she reasoned, crawling over a little closer, slower this time as to not startle the football player, lifting a hand to touch her cheek,”We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Same for me here. I’m not going to make you do something you’re unsure of.” Katarina sat up, beside her now, and dropped her hand to carefully take one of Sejuani’s own in her grasp. The taller woman had bigger hands; rougher from years of play would be her guess, and thought Katarina ahd some of her own callouses from work and the like, there was just something charming in the difference of touch,

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