Chapter 1:
Riven leans on the bar calling for another drink from the bartender. She was feeling sore from yet another long day of training; the hope that maybe it would be less ruthless once she had finished her preliminary training with the military was a false one. The bartender placed another glass of bourbon down in front of her, her third of the night so far. Normally she didn't drink, Riven didn't like the way it dulled her senses, but after a long day she felt like giving it a try and joining the men from her unit at the bar. The men from her unit sat at a booth towards the back of the bar, she had decided to pry herself away from them after they had become significantly more drunk than herself. The obnoxious yelling and bet placing wasn't exactly her scene.
The bar was relatively packed; a lot of the people inside were either infantry soldiers like herself or people from the shadier side of Noxus, it wasn't exactly in the greatest location. It didn't bother her though; she was used to the people from this side of life, having grown up on the streets without a family before joining the military. Riven's eyes slowly scanned the bar before settling on a red headed woman who entered through the front door. The woman was clearly out of place. The red head walked with a murderous, confident swagger that Riven recognised as belonging to someone who was high born, a noble of some kind. As the woman approached the bar, Riven got a good look at the long scar across her left eye, causing Riven to recognise her. It was Katarina Du Couteau, daughter of General Du Couteau, about as high born as you can get in Noxus.
Riven slowly drank from the glass of bourbon in her hand before retreating to an empty booth at the back. She eyed the red head shortly on her way over, making eye contact with her briefly. Riven took a seat at the booth with the remainder of her drink. She had heard all kinds of rumours about Katarina Du Couteau, everyone had. Noxus didn't have many celebrities but Katarina was essentially one of them and people loved to talk. Riven was deep in her thoughts when the red headed assassin took a seat in the booth in front of Riven, surprising her. Riven made eye contact with the assassin, saying nothing, watching as Katarina dragged her eyes up and down with a venomous hunger.
"So you're a soldier?" Katarina asked, knowing the answer just by looking at her uniform.
"Yes."
"What kind?" Katarina moved to take a sip from Riven's drink, causing Riven to raise her eyebrow at her. How bold, she thought.
"Infantry. Nothing interesting." The assassin nodded.
"Buy me a drink." Katarina said with a smirk. Riven knew from the look on the assassin's face and from her reputation that she asked the soldier to buy her a drink not because she couldn't afford to buy her own but because she enjoyed the power and control. Riven nodded and stood up, heading for the bar, if it were any other woman she would have made her work harder before giving Riven orders but infantry soldiers like herself didn't get to speak with someone of much higher status than themselves often.
Riven returned to the booth with two drinks in hand a few minutes later, placing one down in front of Katarina. Riven ran her eyes over the woman in front of her as she sat down, Katarina had opened up her leather jacket more in her absence, showing some cleavage now. She was obviously trying to gage some sort of reaction from Riven, who decided to not be too easy and pretended she hadn't noticed the difference in her attire.
"Not many woman in the military, let alone as an infantry soldier on the front line."
"No, there isn't." Riven said, causing Katarina to smirk at her through her glass of bourbon. She knew Riven was making her work for her attention. Riven's gaze slipped from the woman in front of her, watching the people around them.
"You're a soldier; you must be good at taking orders then." She heard Katarina say, placing a hand on Riven's inner thigh under the table, bringing the soldier's attention back to her. She wasn't playing around anymore.
"I might be." Katarina had successfully awoken that hunger within Riven, returning a smirk.
"Good to hear," The assassin said as she finished her drink, "Follow me." She placed the glass down on the table in front of Riven, standing up from her seat and heading for the front door of the bar. Riven quickly drank the entire glass of bourbon and followed Katarina, she wasn't going to waste an opportunity like this.
The pair travelled in silence to a small inn nearby, Katarina headed up the stairs of the establishment, key in hand for one of the rooms. The red head unlocked the door of her room and pulled Riven inside with her, pushing Riven up against it once it was closed behind them. Riven heard Katarina lock the door as the assassin closed the small distance between them, feeling Katarina's lips hovering just above her neck.
"I want to see how well you can follow orders, soldier." She felt Katarina's breath on her neck, causing goosebumps to run up her skin. Katarina's lips connected with Riven's neck softly for a moment before turning into a cruel bite, the assassin's knee sliding in between her legs. Katarina's hands held Riven's wrists against the door. Riven gasped at the white hot pain in her neck before Katarina let go, pulling back enough to make eye contact with Riven who's breathing had quickened.
The assassin's grip on her wrists moved to gripping on her uniform, yanking apart the shirt, buttons falling to the floor. Katarina's hands moved up and down her waist for a moment before the red head stepped back, running her eyes up and down her body.
"Take off the rest of your clothes." Riven's breath caught in her throat as she began to undress, Katarina watching with a deep hunger in her expression.
In reflection, Riven knew that she was addicted to this from that very moment, unable to resist the confidence that seeped from Katarina's pores.
