League of Legends: Stories

Trust Me (Katarina x Ashe)

Trust Me

Katarina could feel a painful headache pounding in her head. She has two reasons why she doesn't prefer to get hammered with alcohol, and having a head-splitting headache is one of them.

She looked to her right and found a half-empty water bottle on the bedside table. She didn't care about who owned the bottle, it's hers now.

As soon as she had the bottle in her grasp, she uncapped it, propped herself up with one elbow and chugged the clear liquid in an instant. Thankfully, the water helped her ease her headache.

Katarina threw the bottle aside before letting herself fall back on her bed. She was really relieved that the water managed to subdue the pounding inside of her head.

She couldn't remember whatever had happened last night, but she didn't really give a crap about it. Honestly, she could care less.

'I should take a bath,' She thought. 'Wouldn't want to miss my matches because of a stupid hangover.'

Katarina was about to move off the bed when a pale and cold arm abruptly draped over her stomach.

"The fuck...!?"

The Sinister Blade whipped her head to her left and discovered who the owner of the arm is. The arm belonged to the Queen of Freljord, Ashe.

'What the hell is she doing here on my bed!?'

"Why the fuck is she naked!?'

She looked down to herself.

'Why am I naked!?'

Katarina moved away and managed to slip off the bed and out of the sleeping Freljordian's reach. She cautiously watched as Ashe started feeling the bed with one of her hands.

Carefully, Katarina pushed one of the pillows to Ashe. As soon as the soft cushion entered the archer's reach, she wound her arm around it and snuggled into it.

Katarina scanned the room, now feeling as if she was in an alternate dimension. She saw hers and Ashe's clothes scattered all over the floor and she had to suppress a blush that threatened to paint her cheeks.

No, Katarina Du Couteau, the Sinister Blade, does NOT blush.

She had actually fantasized about waking up with the Frost Archer beside her, blissfully donning her au natural appearance. But this wasn't how she wanted it.

Whatever they had done last night, she can't remember it! And it infuriated her. After all, her long-time fantasy had been fulfilled, yet she couldn't remember a single pinch of it.

The room she's currently in, it's not hers. Based from the two crowns she saw perched on two small and plush pillows on the vanity at the side, this must be Ashe and Tryndamere's room!

A thought then crossed her mind.

'Where is Tryndamere?'

His large sword is nowhere in sight and his armor from yesterday wasn't present anywhere in the room.

Katarina ran a hand through her hair. She can't believe it. She slept with the Queen of Freljord, a woman who's married to the Barbarian King. A woman she knew she's utterly forbidden to have any relations with.

"Ashe!"

Katarina's gaze snapped to the slightly open bedroom door. It's Tryndamere. He's here. She heard the front door of the unit slam close and footsteps following in an instant.