Forbidden

Chapter Four

Whoa, this is awesome. I can't believe that time is going by so quickly. So, I just wanted to let you guys know, I will be working extra hard to update once a day (maybe twice!) Keep reading, darlings.

And yes, gracialabs, I will put lemons (or something close to it!) in this chapter. (;

Chapter 4:

Katarina stood at the edge of Garen's bathroom doorway, looking at his body through the glass shower pane. He was defined and handsome, with his brown hair flowing down to the middle of his forehead. She couldn't help but wonder if there really was something inside him that had made him kill all of her people… He was their Might, just like she was Noxus' sinister Blade. That made them equals. She was sure that the moment he had caught her last night, he would have killed her. Weren't those his orders anyway? But, in the midst of their turmoil, he had chosen to spare her life and keep her here… something told her it wasn't just because of her information.

Noxians were told that the enemy was ruthless, unfriendly, and would kill you upon sight. Obviously, everything she was told had been proven wrong: dead wrong. Garen washed his chest with such simplicity. Katarina had never looked at her enemy like this before. He was so handsome and delicate, but ruthless when he needed to be. Her heart couldn't help but race at his water-soaked body.

No, no relationship. You know the rules. She scolded herself. Besides, Garen probably didn't want her anyway. She was Noxian, and he was Demacian. A relationship would be considered treason, and both of them would be put to death. She couldn't risk it: not with him, not with herself. But, her heart told her a different story as she gazed upon the man in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Garen asked as he peeked around the edge of the glass, the curtain hiding what he didn't want her to see. "This is not the place to kill me. Can you just imagine? Blood all over the shower. What would my parents think?"

"I'm not here to kill you," Katarina snapped at his sarcastic tone. Garen smiled. "I just wanted to ask you a question."

"If you look beautiful in my sister's clothes? Yeah, but you need a shower. You look dirty," he laughed and ducked back in the shower. Katarina sighed.

"Why are you so difficult?" she asked.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" he asked and turned to look at her through the glass. The only thing she could make out was his blue eyes and her heart pitt-pattered as he gazed at her.

That was the moment she realized she wouldn't be able to kill Garen Crownguard.

"So… about that shower," she said with her eyes drifting to the floor.

"You're not getting in here with me. I'm unarmed," he said in all seriousness. Then, he smiled and looked back out around the glass. "No, seriously. You can if you want."

Katarina's green eyes widened to their full potential, not thinking about anything else but how wonderful that warm water would feel on her skin. In fact, she couldn't help but press her lips together as she stepped close to Garen. He beckoned her into the tub with his eyes, stepping back into the water falling from the shower head as Katarina let her dress fall to the floor.

His blue eyes widened as he lured her into the warmth. Her slim body revealed undergarments, and he looked her up and down, but before his eyes caught the dagger in her holster, it was too late. She was already pressing him up against the wall of the shower with her dagger at his neck, pressing hard and fierce.

"I knew it," he whispered and tilted his head in triumph. Katarina smiled and pressed the dagger until droplets fell onto the metal blade. "You won't stop at anything, will you?"