NSFW trash bc I'm Trash by: Thursdays

Part 6: Weak Points by: Thursdays

Summary:

Fem!Cale offers to give Fem!Choi Han a massage after her training session. Soft, getting-together fic with smut in a vague timeline.

Choi Han let out a giggle and covered her mouth with her hands.
"S-sorry," she said. "I'm ticklish there."
Cale shot Choi Han a crooked grin. "Oh? Did I finally find your weakness, Choi Han?" she teased.
"Everything you do is my weakness, my liege."

Kneeling on the bed by Choi Han's feet, Cale realized that she may have made a mistake.

It had been a moment of weakness when she asked Choi Han if she wanted a massage.

Cale liked watching Choi Han as she worked out, but today had been an especially hot day. The sweat from Choi Han's training turned her shirt translucent, revealing her toned back muscles and, when she turned around, the outline of her breasts. Choi Han had a small enough chest that she didn't need any chest support while training, but the soft mounds made Cale gulp inadvertently.

Hurriedly, Cale had handed Choi Han a towel to wipe her sweat and cover her from the view of others in the training area. And then, she had asked her the fatal question that led to Cale sitting here, hands moistened with lotion and facing Choi Han's beautifully bare legs.

Could Cale actually get through this alive?

"Cale-nim? Did you change your mind?" Choi Han asked, a tinge of pink on her cheeks. "It's okay if you don't want to—"

"I want to," Cale interrupted.

If she was going to die from a nosebleed, she may as well fulfill her dream of touching Choi Han.

Choi Han was lying down on the bed, but she propped herself up so that she was sitting instead, her legs stretched in the same position. She was wearing a plush bath robe that Cale lent to her. She smelled like flowers, the scent of the soap that was stocked in Cale's bathroom.

"Okay," whispered Choi Han, looking at Cale shyly.

Cale's heart pounded in her chest as she reached out to touch Choi Han's calves. Choi Han had been running a lot on the training grounds today, so her muscles were tense.

Cale pressed down with her fingers, making Choi Han twitch.

"Tell me if anything hurts," Cale said.

Choi Han nodded. "Yes, Cale-nim."

Cale worked her way down from Choi Han's calves to her feet. She paid special attention to the connective joints of Choi Han's ankles before moving to the soles.

When she did, Choi Han let out a giggle and covered her mouth with her hands.

"S-sorry," she said. "I'm ticklish there."

Cale shot Choi Han a crooked grin. "Oh? Did I finally find your weakness, Choi Han?" she teased.

"Everything you do is my weakness, my liege."

Cale froze.

Choi Han had said the sentence so naturally, but could it really mean what she thought it meant?

Tentatively, Cale stopped working on Choi Han's feet since she didn't like it and moved back up to her legs. Specifically, her thighs.

Choi Han's thighs killed a man before. Cale witnessed it; it was violent and efficient. But nobody would be able to tell by the way that Choi Han melted into Cale's touch, a moan of pleasure slipping out as Cale rubbed the insides.

Breathing out shakily, Cale stared into Choi Han's eyes.

"Tell me I'm not reading this wrong, Choi Han," she murmured. "Please."