#me now: HERC AND MEG KATGAREN

[demacianbrawn]

send memes ( always accepting ) @noxianwill: "let's both do ourselves a favour and stop this."

Katarina as a voice of reason never did fit, not since their first meeting or any of their encounters that followed. Something that was in their nature required them both to argue on every subject, clashing blades that never saw eye to eye, sparks flying with each strike, only halting when clothing was being ripped open. This suggestion? For once he was in agreement, what they did, what they always did once tensions got too high could never work. It was wrong, they were wrong, and yet her words barely reached his ears once his mouth was on her neck, mapping every inch of skin he could find, tasting her, marking her.

Garen makes a sound of agreement, muffled by his mouth being far too busy, trailing kisses along her collarbone, the room only illuminated by candlelight, some hovel they had bunkered down in should the weather turn distraught. A solace of privacy where the predictable would happen, not that they hadn't touched one another just sitting around a campfire, but the wall and roof were a nice change in scenery. Was it wrong that he liked that it was just them in this room? A fleeting moment of time inside a small bubble just their own.

He wanted to breathe her in, memorize every sound he could make a deadly assassin make, he reveled the feeling of her in his arms, the way she kissed him just as needily and sharply as their nonstop banter. She was a fire, she burned, and yet the comfort of her heat had him reveling just to get seared. He refused to voice these thoughts out loud, eloquence wasn't a luxury he had, and their . . . situation didn't call for it. Even when his heart beat a little faster every time she teased him or he found himself looking at her when she wasn't looking at him.

He refused to tell her about how she took up practically every thought he had whenever he wasn't on duty. It wasn't allowed, this was just physical, two adults with far too much tension releasing it in the best way they could. There was nothing else bubbling just beneath the surface, no metaphorical string tying them together and bringing them into one another's arms just because it felt right.

Pushing thoughts of his desire to confess anything dangerous regarding his hear aside, he pulls back to stare at her expression, his face flush and pupils wide with desire. " We should stop. " He repeats her earlier suggestion, voice firm, and yet not even a breath later he's moving southward, eyes never leaving her own as his trail of kisses reaches her stomach, his kisses are rough, the hint of stubble scratching along her bare skin and yet he feels his gaze soften, and terrified that she'd notice, he moves his attention back to her pants, fingers curling into the fabric, not tugging on them yet.

" May I? " The notion of stopping long gone, as he asks, voice husky. He could focus on the task at hand, focus on making her feel good, pretending that what they did was just for pleasure.

Garen could pretend, ignore his heart, fight the harsh and cold fact that his heart didn't only beat for Demacia anymore.