Confessing

The bright sun shined above the Institute of War, giving the whole area a nice warm glow. While most of the champions have gone home to their homelands to spend their week-long vacation, the remaining champions that stayed behind can either be found relaxing in their quarters or walking around the Institute's halls.

At one of the windows, a red haired Noxian can be seen sitting on the edge of her own window, one leg dangling freely, while she cleaned her blades with a white cloth.

Katarina wore a blank expression as she distractedly wiped her weapons one by one. She may not look like it, but her head is a total mess. She couldn't get a certain Freljordian out of her head, and truth be told, she felt like she was going to go insane if she were to try and ignore it any longer.

All of a sudden, she heard the low sound of leaves being crushed.

Looking down and over the edge, she spotted the sole cause of her distracted self. There, just a few feet below her, is the Frost Archer herself, inspecting the a bush of roses with moderate interest.

She took a moment to watch as those snow-like tresses danced when the wind gently blew. The cowl is currently pulled down, so no coverage is given to the Queen's beautiful face.

Those eyes...

Oh, those eyes...

Katarina feels like she could get lost in them for an eternity. Not that she would mind, of course.

In her efforts of trying to get a much better view of the archer, she ended up leaning too much over the edge. Before managing to make a sound, she lost her balance and fell off the edge...

And right on top of Ashe.

"Oof!"

Katarina pushed herself up, until she's in a seated position. She felt like the world around her was rotating like crazy, causing her head to swirl around in a circular motion. She completely forgot about the person she's currently sitting on.

"Umm... Excuse me...?"

The Noxian shook her head and whipped it downward, suddenly realizing she's sitting over Ashe's back, while the said archer is planted on the dirt in almost a starfish-like position.

"Oh my fucking God," She immediately got off, hearing Ashe groan quietly. "I, um, sorry 'bout that."

"No, no, it's fine." Ashe murmured, pushing herself off the ground.

Katarina leaned down and helped Ashe in getting to her feet, who in return, accepted her assistance with a quiet 'thank you'.

"Are you alright?" Ashe asked, while she rubbed her right wrist.

"I'm fine, but," Katarina forced herself to look away from Ashe's face and focus her eyes on Ashe's wrist. "You don't seem as dandy as me."

"It was just a bad fall, that's all."

Ashe looks absolutely calm, and so does Katarina. Inside though, the assassin wanted to throw herself to the Void. She only has one person to blame for Ashe's severe injury. Well, the so called severe injury is actually just a sprain, but Katarina can't seem to decrease her exaggeration in describing it.

"Here, um, let me fix that."

She reached for Ashe's wrist and began to massage it gently, attention becoming fully focused on banishing the sprain. As she worked, she unawarely wore a serious face. To be honest, she looks like she's defusing one of Ziggs' life-threatening bombs rather than massaging a minor sprain.

While Katarina worked single-mindedly, Ashe watched her with a soft gleam in her eyes. It took more than just five minutes before Ashe reached up with her unharmed hand and stopped Katarina's massaging by placing it over the redhead's hands.

"Katarina, I think it is fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Mm-hm, thank you." Ashe hummed with a reassuring smile.

Katarina, as much as she wanted to feel Ashe physically, begrudgingly pulled away, trying not to make it obvious that she's not happy with it.

"I'm going to go back to my quarters now," Ashe informed her. "Until next time."

The archer smiled and waved a hand before turning away and heading off. Katarina internally panicked. She still has something to say to the Freljordian royal, and an opportunity like this is too precious to pass up. After all, this may only be the time that she can get Ashe alone to have a one on one conversation with her.

"Wait! Ashe!"

She closed the distance Ashe had made between them, stopping only when she was half a step away from the Queen. Ashe gazed at her curiously, eyes showing her wonder.

"Hmm?"

"I have something to say."

"Oh, well, what is it?"

When Ashe tilted her head after her question, it took all of Katarina's strength not to pull Ashe in for a hug... and maybe add the ripping of clothes here and there, but that can probably wait for now.

...

Katarina couldn't help but envision the divine sight Ashe's dress obscured. The image of Ashe under her, wearing nothing but a visible blush on her face. Katarina can practically feel Ashe's body tremble against her fingertips, smooth skin being caressed by her lips and tongue and breath becoming ragged.

Oh, Katarina tortured herself with her imagination.

She had to scold herself inside her mind, for she is becoming too much of a pervert. She knows Ashe deserves more than just a perverted Noxian thinking of her with lustful thoughts.

"Umm... Katarina?"

She blinked, slightly caught off-guard when Ashe spoke. "Yes?"

"You're bleeding."

"Bleeding?"

Ashe reached forward and gently swiped her thumb below her nose, showing her thumb afterwards, which now has a small amount of blood on its pale pad.

"Your nose."

Katarina's face almost became as red as her hair as she turned away and wiped her nose with her wrist. Of course she'd get a nosebleed, especially with the lewd ideas involving Ashe, ideas that her mind conjured up. Once she was sure that no more blood will seep out of her nose, Katarina turned back to Ashe, posture straight.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Ashe asked, her concern showing mostly in the blue hues of her eyes. "Should I bring you to the Infirmary?"

"Listen, could you just forget about my nose bleeding for a second and focus on what I'm about to say?"

Ashe blinked, almost owlishly, at her, but nonetheless, nodded.

"Alright..." Katarina closed her eyes and took a breath, arranging her 'battle plan' in her head.

Step one, confess to Ashe.

Step two, wait for an answer.

Step three, kiss Ashe after getting a positive answer.

If rejected, do NOT proceed to step three. Use shunpo if a quick escape is needed.

'Okay,' Katarina nodded inside of her thoughts, content with her three-step confession. 'That'll do.'

She gave herself a quick pep-talk in her head. 'You can do this! You're the Sinister Blade, for Noxus' sake!'

Opening her eyes and meeting Ashe's patient gaze again, Katarina pursed her lips in a firm line for a second and gathered all the courage she could acquire in that present moment.

In her thoughts, she heard a voice similar to hers shout at her. 'Do it!'

Without thinking about her next move, Katarina reached forward, clasped her hands on Ashe's shoulders before pulling Ashe into the most unexpected kiss the Queen has ever experienced in her whole life.

Ashe's eyes widened in surprise in reaction, while Katarina's thoughts went in an extreme haywire.

'Wrong step! You fucking idiot!'

But, oh, Noxus... Ashe's lips feel and taste so heavenly that Katarina didn't immediately pull away to break the not rightfully timed kiss. When she finally broke the kiss, she found Ashe looking at her with complete surprise.

"Umm...-!"

"I have feelings for you, and I want you to know that I absolutely understand if what you feel for me is not mutual to the feelings I feel for you."

Ashe blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked.

And...!

Poof!

Ashe, after a few blinks, found herself staring at nothing but purple smoke that faded before she could fully realize what had happened. The archer reached up and touched her lips with her fingers, still feeling the ghost of Katarina's lips over hers. Looking around, Ashe tried finding Katarina in her surroundings, but her search seems to be in vain.

"Katarina...?"

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Slumped against an empty rack of swords and spear and watching the Cassiopeia and Talon practice sword-fighting, is none other than the Sinister Blade herself.

"What happened to you?" Cassiopeia asked the redhead as she swung her sword at Talon. "You look like you've been through something entertaining. Well, entertaining for me, that is, and probably irritating for you."

"Leave me alone, Cass." She muttered, still remaining slumped on the weapons rack like a deflated balloon.

"If it's not considered me not knowing my place, may I know why you look out of yourself?" Talon queried in his usual apathetic tone.

"I did something stupid earlier."

"When did you ever not?" Came Cassiopeia's teasing question.

...

Thump! was the sound that was heard when the wooden sheathe Katarina threw collided with the side of Cassiopeia's head, nearly causing Talon to decapitate the half-serpent without meaning to.

"Ow!" Cassiopeia hissed and glared at her. "I'm just stating a fact, you know."

"Shut up."

Cassiopeia and Talon continued their sword practice without any more interruptions from the drained redhead. It didn't take long for someone else to join Katarina's current place, and by join, it mostly means, stand beside her.

"Katarina," LeBlanc started, glancing at her slumped self before focusing her gaze to the sparring duo in front of them. "Have you done something wrong again?"

Katarina gazed away from the spar in front of them and turned to shoot LeBlanc a look. "Why is it always me?"

"The Queen of Freljord has been looking for you." The Deceiver bluntly answered, not at all sugar-coating her reply.

The assassin became as frozen as a statue for a full minute before she finally left her deflated posture and stood straight, attention directed only to LeBlanc.

"Why?"

Unfortunately for her, all she got was an uncaring shrug as a form of reply to her one-word question.

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As soon as she left the training hall, Katarina went out on her own search for the Frost Archer. She doesn't have to be as smart as the Revered Inventor to know that LeBlanc is actually telling the truth about Ashe looking for her.

Of course Ashe would look for her. She did kiss her without permission, or at least a single hint of warning.

Katarina won't even be surprised if she were to turn around a corner and meet Ashe, who will then tell her that Freljord will officially be declaring war against Noxus. Rounding around the corner she walked up to, she bumped into the very subject of her scattered thoughts.

It looks like she actually has a passive ability to unintentionally predict the future.

"Oh, uh," She took a step back and averted her gaze from the eyes she feels like is capable of staring to and through her own soul. "Hi..."

"Katarina." Ashe greeted with a nod.

"Are you going to declare war against Noxus?" She asked without giving her question much of a thought.

Ashe looked at her in confusion and amusement. "No, not even close."

"Why are you looking for me, then?" She asked, trying to appear indifferent about the rather awkward situation between them.

"You left something when you suddenly disappeared earlier."

Confusion appeared within her.

"I... did?"

"Mm-hm."

"What did I leave?"

"This."

A gloved hand grabbed the collar of her jacket and pulled her in, her lips meeting Ashe's own for the second time within her whole existence. Well, if one doesn't count the fantasies she had been toying with every time she thought about the archer.

Her eyes widened, the emeralds filling with shock, confusion and bliss at the same time. She wanted to deepen the kiss by pulling Ashe in more with her hands, but her body seems to have become too still for her to move.

When Ashe ended the kiss by pulling away, she managed to find her voice in the midst of the rollercoaster of emotions inside of her.

"Umm... What was that about?"

"That was me confessing to you that I'd like to give us both a chance for a relationship."

"Wait, that's how you confess your feelings?"

"Not really," Ashe chuckled, gazing knowingly at her. "I learned from a certain Noxian who confessed to me earlier, that's all."

Katarina couldn't stop the blood that rushed to her cheeks, almost making her face blend in with her own red hair. Ashe chuckled again before planting a kiss on her cheek, which flooded her chest with a pleasing feeling.

"Why did you even leave before I could say anything?"

"Kissing you before telling you my feelings wasn't really thought through well, to be honest." She muttered, avoiding the the other female's gaze.

"If you ask me,"

She felt a hand interlock with one of her own.

"Your confession was perfect."

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Author's Note: My OTPeh~! The ship is effin' sailing! 💖💘💙

Don't like this pairing? Well, keep your negative opinion about it to yourself. Don't mess with mah OTPeh~! (←A useless threat to the Kat×Ashe bashers, if there's any. xD)

Hey, readers! I hope all of you, especially the Frozen Lotus/Kat×Ashe shippers, enjoyed this little one-shot. The plot is originally from my friend, IvaVampire (from Wattpad). I sort of just edited it a bit and all, but the main plot's credit goes to her! ^_^

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