Touch you | Winrina

5

Mei's cab arrives ten minutes earlier than Karina's expected, and her cup of tea stays unfinished. She walks the girl to the car, and doesn't quite know what to do. Mei decides for her, giving her another easy smile and pecking her cheek.

"Thank you for dinner. And the movie. And popcorn. It was nice. I had fun."

"Me too. And I'm sorry for... She's, uh..."

"I get it," Mei interrupts her, still smiling. "Step-siblings are tough to deal with, sometimes."

Oh, Karina thinks. You have no idea.

Mei leaves with a smile and a bittersweet touch of almost in the air. They both know there won't be another movie night in the future. Winter and her however; there are many nights in their future that Karina isn't looking forward to in the slightest.

-

Winter is still there when Karina walks back in, shedding the leather jacket she threw on when she saw Mei to her ride. She's standing in the hallway right near the door like she was waiting for Karina, ready to get under her skin. Still present, with her smirk and her eyes and – she's just so, so infuriating and Karina finds herself at the breaking point.

Winter opens her mouth to say something, and Karina happily lets herself break.

"I hope you're happy," she snarls, advancing on Winter.

To her credit, the blonde doesn't appear frightened in the slightest; her eyes simply widen as Karina backs her into a wall. She lets out a surprised gasp when her back hits the cold, solid concrete, but Karina is still there, eyes blazing, not letting her escape.

"I hope you're fucking satisfied," Karina continues, and watches as Winter's eyes darken at the word. Karina almost laughs at how predictable she is. "Except you're not, are you? Do you really think I don't know what you're doing? Because I do, Winter. But maybe you don't know what it is that you want." Karina leans in, snarl still in place. Winter does gulp this time, backing further away from her instinctively. "Let me help you out, then. You want to sleep with me, but you're too much of a coward to say it. Or, maybe, you're just that twisted and this game you've been playing turns you on far too much for you to stop. Admit it," she's so close she can feel Winter's breath on her face, minty and fast. "You want me, don't you? You're hoping I break and jump into your bed if you push me far enough."

Winter still hasn't said anything; she hasn't moved, either. Her eyes alternate between Karina's furious eyes and her lips. In the end her lips win.

Karina's still too after her speech, waiting for Winter to make the next move. They're frozen for several long, torturous seconds; then, Karina feels Winter's hand slide up her arm, gripping onto her bicep. Her eyes are practically black as Winter lifts them to meet her stare again.

"Fine," Karina growls, and surges forward, swallowing Winter's moan with her mouth.

She doesn't taste quite like Karina remembers. No alcohol and smoke. Only mint and pure Winter. Karina can't exactly describe it, but it's heavy and intoxicating. Winter's making small needy noises in the back of her throat, and that translates into a wonderful taste, too. She's been kissing her for only a second, but she already feels like she's about to implode.