Miss You

Valley felt the impact, the unmistakable sensation of her sole against Katya's face. She spun around on her heel and raised her foot, prepared to smash her back into the wall and end whatever resistance she had left. Katya had asked for this. Valley warned her, but she just had to push it, couldn't let it go, and now it was all going to come down right on her skull.

She froze in mid-kick slamming on the brakes. Katya's words brought everything back home, since, well...she was right. Totally. Valley was the bitch. Granted, so was Katya, but she couldn't deny her own blame. What had she thought was going to happen here? A cheap little thrill, something to fill Haley's hole? No one deserved to be someone else's silver medal. She shouldn't have flirted, it should never have even come close to this.

Valley lowered her foot and stepped out of the shower with a deep sigh. She started to put her clothes on and get dried. Not hurrying, but not taking her time with it, either. She wouldn't run away, but she wanted out of this locker room. Right now.

"Stay down, Katya." She didn't look at her. Couldn't stand to. She kept her voice low and measured, trying to hide all the emotion. "It's over."

Katya squeaked and fliched as Valley's foot came down towards her, only to pause at the last second, hovering just inches from Katya's face.

A shot of nervous adrenaline gushed through Katya, as she realised how close she had come to a painful end.

Valley had shown some mercy but that didn't make things much easier for the Russian to swallow. The blonde was still giving her orders and trying to carry on casually as if nothing had happened.

The slippery, wet, naked brunette moved groggily onto her knees. Her teeth were clenched so hard, her jawline was pulsing.

"No." She looked defiantly up at Valley. "Not over. You think you can fuck with me and walk off? No. You are not forgiven for this."

Though she talked a good game, Katya would stay kneeling for now, her jumbled brain still trying to reassemble itself, rather than make another failed attack.

It never ceased to amaze Valley how quickly things had changed for her since she came to the AFW. She had made plenty of friends, but more than her fair share of enemies, too. Amethyst Velour, the Triple Threat, Allison and Jocelyn, even Haley, in a way. Now it looked like she was adding Katya's name to the pile. Great. The funny thing was, she explicitly remembered thinking her time at the AFW would be drama free. Keep a low profile, just have fun. That wasn't quite turning out right.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me, Katya." She slid her top on, watching the princess from the corner of her eye. She wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Not before Valley could leave, anyway. "If you want to come after me, I won't blame you. But I really hope you don't. I don't..." She took a hard gulp as she finished up and put her shoes on. "I don't want to do this again, I don't want to fight you, I don't want to hurt you anymore. So please, please, don't make me."

She rubbed the nail scars on her backside and side, shaking her head as she gave Katya a final look. "Goodbye." Valley wished she could say something poignant, felt like there had to be some combination of words that would get through to Katya and make everything all right, but she couldn't think of them. So she did the only thing she could think to do.

She left.

Katya bit her tongue, breathing heavily. The anger in her was deep, and sinking deeper. On her knees, naked and wet, and having been sexually frustrated and humiliated, Valley’s words washed uselessly over her. The only thing stopping Katya from launching herself forwards in a fury was the fact she was drained of energy, that her last offensives had failed and another inopportune attack would just embarrass her further.

Valley had the nerve to say she didn’t want to hurt Katya. Too late, thought the Russian. I still want to hurt you. The scratches on Valley’s pert butt should just be considered a taste, Katya decided.

Tired of words, she stayed on the floor, glaring at the blonde, trying to convey her enmity telepathically. She supposed the silence could be interpreted a number of ways; as she hadn’t quite decided how her revenge was going to play out, she’d keep her powder dry for now.

Valley left, and Katya let her. Probably to the advantage for now. Katya would call her fixer, Oksana, see if she couldn’t hep Katya lick her wounds. And pay back some of this deep, deep frustration she was feeling.