Chapter 1: Reliving the Past
"Katarina, we-" Riven was cut off by Katarina forcing her torso onto the dining table face first. Riven had only been a champion of the League of Legends for three weeks now and living in the dormitories for even less than that, and when Katarina found out that Riven was actually alive after seven years she couldn't resist visiting.
"Be quiet, Exile." Riven felt Katarina's hand snake in front of her, undoing her belt and pants and yanking them down viciously. Katarina hadn't forgiven her for disappearing and letting her think Riven was dead, but still couldn't resist being near Riven after all this time try as she might.
"Katarina, this is…" Riven began to protest until she was interrupted by Katarina's finger rubbing on her clit. She moaned at her touch, feeling Katarina's other hand hold her in place on the table while she worked. She could feel Katarina's smirk without even looking at her. She had always loved being in control of her play things.
Riven gasped as she felt Katarina's fingers enter between her legs and let out a pathetic whimper at her touch. Katarina bit down on Riven's shoulder and she yelped in pain, she felt blood begin to flow from the wound inflicted on her. The assassin enjoyed marking her territory.
The fingers moving between her legs became more aggressive, leaving Riven gasping and moaning loudly. Riven cried out as she came for Katarina for the second time that week. Katarina withdrew her fingers but lingered behind Riven as she caught her breath. Riven pulled her pants back up, composing herself.
"Katarina, this is a dangerous game we're playing." She said breathlessly, looking at the red-headed assassin behind her. She turned to face her, waiting for a response, receiving only Katarina's normal arrogant smirk.
After a prolonged silence between the two women, Katarina finally spoke. "I'm not the one who should be afraid for their life, Exile." She snarled at Riven, as if the last few minutes hadn't just happened between them. Katarina turned to leave Riven's dorm room.
"What if Noxus finds out that you've been willingly seeing me like this for weeks? What if Noxus asks you to end my life?" The two women locked eyes. "Would you do it?" Riven asked.
Katarina scoffed and slammed Riven's door behind her. Katarina had never been good at dealing with her own emotions. Riven sat down on the edge of her bed, dragging the back of her hand along her forehead, removing the sweat. The assassin frustrated her, she wouldn't call her anything but 'Exile'as if she was going to take her back to Noxus, and yet her actions speak the opposite. Riven laid back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.
When Riven was a member of the Noxian army, she and the assassin had been lovers. She figured Katarina couldn't tease her emotions apart. She certainly wasn't willing to speak to Riven about them or let Riven apologise to her.
Riven stood up, entering her bathroom and turning on the bath tap. She removed her sweaty and blood stained clothes, dumping them on the floor. While the water heated up, she looked in the mirror, eyeing the mark left behind by Katarina on her shoulder. Already bruised, she sighed and climbed into the bath.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.