Chapter 2:
Six Months Later, Katarina's POV
Katarina shrugged on her leather jacket, flicking her long red hair out of the collar before equipping her belt with her various knives. The assassin's bedroom was relatively undecorated, a few Noxian flag pieces hanging from the walls but not much else; she didn't feel the need to waste time and money on it. There was a brief knock at the door before Cassiopeia entered Katarina's room anyway, as she always did.
"Cass, what do you want?"
"Heading out for a second night in a row, are we? Now I really do have to meet this woman you keep seeing." Cassiopeia smirked at Katarina, causing the red head to glare back.
"How do you know it's the same woman?"
"Because even you of all people don't go out multiple nights a week several weeks in a row, so I figure it must be the same person that you're seeing. Or you're more sex crazed than I thought you were." Cassiopeia shrugged with a satisfied smirk as Katarina rolled her eyes, giving away to her sister that she had been right. Katarina sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed, knowing her sister wouldn't let the topic go unless she confessed. Cassiopeia would probably follow her to Riven's place tonight if she had to.
"Fine, what do you want to know."
"What's her name?"
"Riven." She responded bluntly.
"Riven what?"
"It's just Riven."
"No last name? You aren't seriously telling me that you're seeing some low born woman who doesn't even have a last name." Cassiopeia smirked at her, knowing that if their father found out, he would be less than impressed.
"She's an infantry soldier, no family or money."
"How long have you been seeing her then?"
"Six months or so. It's just sex, she's a good lay." Cassiopeia raised her eyebrow at her, obviously not believing that it was nothing more than sex.
"She must be a great lay for you to keep returning to her after six months, if you feel nothing for her, maybe I should give her a try." Katarina's face gave away how she felt about that. She hadn't really thought about their 'relationship' (if you could call it that) and whether it would be exclusive or not, "Oh so she's more than just a good lay?"
"Fuck you, Cass." She snarled as she headed out the door behind Cassiopeia, storming down the stairs. Her sister had always known how to push her buttons. She pushed past Talon who was entering the mansion and slammed the front door behind her.
Katarina chose to walk to the military barracks on the far side of town, choosing secrecy over efficiency. The barracks were in the rougher side of town due to low social status of those who stayed in it, members of the military who could afford to live elsewhere usually did so. Over the months, Katarina had gotten used to the abysmal living quarters that Riven had received because she certainly couldn't bring Riven back to the Du Couteau mansion. Her father wouldn't approve that's for sure.
Once she reached the barracks, she chose to scale the side of the building instead of entering the front door, the last thing she wanted was for rumours to start. Riven always left the window open for her in case she chose to visit. She pulled herself up over the window sill and climbed inside, Riven lying on her small bed looked up at her as her feet hit the floor.
"You look pissed, what's the matter?" Riven said, eyeing her as she propped herself up on her elbow and gestured for Katarina to join her on the bed. Katarina laid down beside her, the bed just big enough for the both of them.
"Just Cassiopeia, she's been harassing me about where I've been going and being nosey as always." Riven nodded as she pulled the assassin into her embrace, Katarina's head resting on her collarbone. She knew Katarina liked being held like this, though she would never admit it. As time had gone on, the assassin's visits tended to be less about sex and more about spending time with Riven though once again, Katarina would never admit to enjoying spending time with Riven.
"Do you like me, Kat?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, we've been seeing each other for months now and I don't know how you feel about me."
"Since when did you become so sappy?" Katarina withdrew from her embrace, obviously avoiding the question, sitting on the edge of the bed instead.
"You know, I haven't seen anyone but you since we met. I have intense feelings for you, Kat. I suspect you feel the same with how often you visit." Riven ran her fingers down Katarina's arm as the red head looked away from her. "Look you don't have to say anything; I won't make you, but just nod so I know you feel the same, okay?" Katarina hesitated for a moment before nodding, the look on her face showing disgust at her own vulnerability.
Riven had worked out over the past few months that whenever Katarina feels vulnerable, she begins to shut down; an easy fix was to give the assassin back the control. Riven stuck her arms out, the underside of her fists facing upwards, her head bowed. It was a trained pose, one that Katarina had instilled in her. Katarina's expression changes, smirking, knowing that she's now back in control once again and crawls on top of Riven.
Katarina undoes her own belt and wraps it around Riven's wrists. Katarina straddled Riven's hips and leaned in, kissing down her neck. The assassin undid Rivan's uniform shirt with practiced efficiency before undoing the bandages that wrapped around her chest and discarding both on the floor beside them. Katarina sat up, removing her own leather jacket and tossing it on top of Riven's discarded clothing.
"I want you on the floor, on your knees." The assassin said, smirking as she got off of Riven's hips. Riven did as she commanded, rolling off the bed and onto her knees, facing the bed. Katarina stood in front of her, undoing her pants and pulling them and her underwear down her legs, yanking them off with her boots. She undid her leather crop top as Riven watched, biting her lower lip. She tossed all of her clothing aside before perching herself on the edge of the bed in front of Riven, legs spread as she smirked down at her. "Show me what you can do with your mouth, maybe if it's good enough, I'll reward you."
Riven shuddered at the authoritative tone dripping from Katarina's words before moving forward, pressing her lips against the assassin. Katarina gasped slightly, her hands finding their way into Riven's hair and gripping tightly. Katarina moved her legs so they hung over Riven's shoulders, her breathing quickening.
"F-Fuck." Katarina said under her breath, keeping quiet to prevent the men in the next rooms from hearing. Riven knew she could have the assassin coming quicker if she could use her hands but Katarina had demanded she use her mouth, so she will. Katarina moaned as Riven kept drawing circles with her tongue. Eventually, Katarina came, her grip on Riven's hair disappearing and her body becoming limp. She was breathing heavily, trying to recover from her climax as Riven separated her face from her, listening for her next instruction.
Katarina smirked slightly, still breathy, and gestured to Riven with a finger to come join her up on the bed. Riven kneeled beside her, Katarina undoing the belt around her wrists in order to remove her clothing.
"I guess I'll reward you, I'm feeling generous today." Riven smiled back in response.