Touch you | Winrina

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Karina is so astonished she forgets about professional boundaries. "How did you-"

"Your tank top does a very bad job at hiding the scratches," Seulgi tells her and the way her jaw twitches lets Karina know she's just as uncomfortable as her. But there is something exhilarating in knowing someone saw the marks Winter left on her. Saw the result of them having sex.

The whole 'in love' part is conveniently ignored. She's not about to explain to her coach that she and Winter are simply step sisters with benefits and she can't be in love with a person who thinks the nutritional value of hot pockets is higher than that of any vegetable.

She comes home and grabs a surprised Winter from the couch, hoisting her up and having her on the counter. Winter leaves crescents in her shoulders and she traces them in her room in front of the mirror, feeling strangely content and mildly aroused at having the visual proof of fucking her.

She gets so used to Winter constantly being there when she needs her that it actually takes an effort to stop. But midterms are just around the corner and Winter is a distraction - a beautiful, incredible distraction that Karina is hungry for. But a distraction nonetheless.

"I won't be available the next two weeks," she lets Winter know over dinner. The blonde tilts her head to the side, confused. Karina tries to ignore the impeccable curve of her neck.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"No. It's midterms."

A look of understanding crosses Winter's face. "Right," she nods. "Valedictorian stuff."

"Actually, regular student stuff," Karina feels the need to correct her but Winter simply arches her eyebrow and Karina gives up. "Anyway. I just thought you should know. Our, uh, arrangement... I won't be able to, um..."

Winter interrupts her, fed up with her mumbling. "I got it," she says. "I'll find someone else to fuck while you're studying for the brighter future."

"I thought you already had someone else," Karina says. "Several someones."

Winter blinks. "Why?" she asks. "You're always there."

That's how Karina learns Winter hadn't been sleeping with anyone but her ever since that night, and the knowledge makes her feel weird. The knowledge that now Winter will be screwing someone else again makes her stomach flip. She tells herself she's concerned about her health. Who knows what type of people Winter sleeps with. Her heart skips a beat at the thought. She ignores it.

-

She's peacefully taking a break from studying in the living room, headphones on and a book in her hand, when she sees a boy Winter brought home tumbling down the stairs. Huh, she thinks. That was fast. The boy doesn't spare her a glance as he storms out, slamming the door as he does. Karina scowls. Whatever Winter did to him, the door isn't at fault.

Or whatever he did to Winter, she thinks and stands up without realizing it. She's about to climb the stairs when Winter comes out of her room. She too doesn't even look at Karina as she brushes past her, wearing only a robe and a scowl. The blonde heads straight to the kitchen and Karina has no choice but to follow.