Miss You

Valley's first notion was to compare it to a car wreck, but that would have been to gentle a comparison. No, it was more like a train wreck. A bullet train, going at the speed of sound, suddenly colliding with an immovable wall. All that momentum, all the force, all that power, coming to a dead stop.

That was the best way she could describe it, as Katya pulled away and cut Valley off when she was on the cusp of the most explosive orgasm she'd had in years. Her hips bucked, even though there was no longer any body to rub against, as if they had a mind of their own and were desperately searching for release. Valley slumped forward, not even able to speak at first, just trying to collect her breath and her thoughts.

"Jesus..." She ran her hands over her face and pulled her hair back, as her panting finally slowed down enough for coherent sentences. She reached to the side and turned the faucet off. Getting pelted with hot water was not going to help this situation. "Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, I just..." She rubbed her forehead. Now she had headaches. Wonderful. "I just got through a bad break up, and I guess I just...sorry. I'm sorry."

That wasn't much of an explanation. It wasn't even much of statement, really, but it was the best Valley had. She hadn't meant to say Haley's name, but... she did. Like a reflex. Like Haley was floating around the surface, threatening to pop up at any time.

As she stood naked and dripping, Katya could barely think straight. She was shuddering, but not solely from lust any more. The aching in the pit of her stomach was starting to bubble with anger.

So Valley was sorry. That hardly helped matters. It certainly didn’t compensate for ruining an intense moment and denying her an orgasm.

“A breakup? Great,” she spat with sarcasm. “You just… thought you’d fuck me and pretend I am someone else.”

“Ugh.” Katya grimaced, rubbing her face before clenching her fists into tight little balls. Humiliation and stress were flooding through her over-stimulated body. She bit her lip, but not in a thoughtful way. Just the calm before the storm.

“So. Was she so great, or am I so horrible?” Katya challenged, looking down at her own naked figure. “You need to pretend anything else, huh?” She stepped forwards and gave Valley’s chest an angry, confrontational shove. “Need to use me any other way?”

Valley didn't put up any resistance when Katya pushed, making her hit the wall with a loud, wet smack. She was too wasted from the failed orgasm to put up much of a fight, but honestly, she wouldn't have done anything if she'd been fresh. Katya looked ready to punch her, and Valley would have given her that, too. She had a right to be mad.

"No, it's just-" She shook her head, then looked back to Katya."You're beautiful, really. Really."

She dared to take a step forward. "I thought I was over her, but..." She let out a long sigh and reached out to touch her shoulder, trying to console her. Futile, probably, but worth a try. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise. I swear, it's not like that."

Katya was a quaking bundle of emotion right now. She worldlessly watched Valley slam into the tiled wall, not feeling any remorse. She realised that, without the padding of the ring, they could really hurt each other in here. A lot.

Valley looked dejected, to be sure. Her passive response helped calm Katya down a fraction. Sure, she was furious, but even the tempestuous Russian would struggle to justify punching an openly defenseless naked girl straight in the face. Still, the blonde was guilty-looking, clearly in the wrong, her mumbled apologies merely fuelling Katya's indignation.

That fuel was ignited as Valley moved to touch the brunette. Running purely on aggrieved, catty instinct, Katya's arm whipped up to grab Valley's wrist.

"Don't touch me!" she shrieked. Woman scorned, and all that.

Impulsively, Katya wanted to punish Valley, to get the revenge she deserved. The lively Russian would try to use her grip on the unsuspecting blonde's hand to spin her round and twist her arm up behind her back in a painful hammerlock.

She wanted to cause some hurt. If she could slam Valley into the hard tiled wall again, all the better.

Valley wasn't expecting Katya to react too well to the touch. She wasn't expecting to be slammed against the wall, either.

Her grunt echoed throughout the shower as she was slammed hard into the tiled wall, her breasts taking the brunt of the impact, sending a burst of pain through her chest. She winced and ground her teeth, tensed up and prepared to push off and retaliate, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Did she really want to get into a naked fist fight in the showers with a girl who had every reason to be mad? No. That sort of impulsiveness was what caused this mess with Haley in the first place. She had to be better than that.

Valley put up a little struggle, just trying to get herself into a more comfortable position, but she didn't give it nearly as much of a fight as she could have. "Katya, just..." She rest her forehead against the wall. "Just let me go. Let me leave. Please. I don't want to hurt you anymore. Don't make me."

Katya's mind could flirt with some very dark places when she was worked up. In her position of control, with Valley's naked body in her grip, she realised just how easy it would be to drive the blonde's face forwards into the wall, likely breaking her nose, colouring the tiles with vivid red.

Katya liked red. She also, despite everything, liked Valley's pretty face, and didn't want to break it. Not yet, anyway.

It didn't really register with the Russian that Valley wasn't bringing nearly as much resistance to bear as she could have. Katya simply felt dominant, with her victim squirming in the hammerlock. It actually felt quite good, in a vindictive kind of way.

"Make you? Oooh..." Katya sneered dismissively. Fuck this girl and her threats. "What I ought to do is make you beg."

The Slavic girl's free hand snaked around the front of Valley's body and greedily cupped the blonde's breast. Where before she had been bringing pleasure, she wanted to cause pain.

"I might even accept an apology, if you give it on your knees," she hissed, before squeezing down hard on Valley's chest, savage, catty and angry.

Valley cried out at the pain from her tortured tit, then snapped her mouth shut to keep the satisfaction away from Katya and her sudden vindictive streak. She was prepared to take a lot for her foul-up, she knew she deserved some blowback. But there was a limit, a clear line she drew, and that just so happened to be at the point where Katya was trying to torture her.

She'd tried to avoid this. She really did. That was what Valley was going to go to sleep with tonight, anyway.

Valley jolted her head back to hit Katya in the face with the base of her skull, then tried to push away from the wall with her feet and drive them both to the other side of the shower, preferably with Katya's back taking the brunt of the damage when they hit the wall.

Katya was lost in her own righteous fury, savouring the feel of Valley's breast flesh between her angry, dominant fingers. As a result, the unexpected counterattack was almost as jarring as the interrupted sex session a few moments ago. Her face was hit squarely, making her nose ache and her eyes water. While she mewled at that shock, she found herself driven backwards and slammed roughly against the back wall.

"UnghHH!" she moaned, sore from the spine-bruising impact, but her voice still shrill with frustrated anger. Badly rattled, her grip on Valley was broken, and as soon as the blonde stepped away from where she had slammed her against the wall, Katya would slump down, sliding towards a seated position as her bare flesh slid down the wet tiling.

Though winded, her fire was far from extinguished, and she would scratch viciously at Valley's back, legs, and even ass if she could.

As soon as Valley broke free, she staggered forward and cradled her tortured arm. It almost felt like Katya came close to wrenching it right out of the socket, and all that moving around just now didn't help, either.

She'd hoped the sudden jolt would knock some sense into the Russian princess, but Valley underestimated just how long her mean streak stretched. That point was hammered home when she felt those same sharp nails tear into her back and butt, racking across her skin like small daggers and even tearing off some skin in the process, right down to her thigh.

"Bitch!" Valley let out a banshee wail and shut her leg out behind her. It was pure reflex, but that didn't make the attack any weaker. A straight rear kick, right at Katya's face.

Katya felt some satisfaction in the moment as she saw her nails leave clear red lines along Valley's hind quarters. Something to remember the Russian by, at least. Seeing as Valley had so much trouble remembering who she was actually fucking.

The satisfaction was very short-lived, though. Valley's bare foot snapped back straight into Katya's already-aching face. The lack of boots might have been a bonus, but the real damage was done as Katya's head whipped backwards, clanking against the tiled wall.

"Ohhh..." Katya grimaced, holding her hands to the back of her skull. That was going to leave a lump. "Fuck you, you are the bitch," she groaned, though unable to act on her emotions right now, as she slumped against the wall, trying to recover.