...I am actually not entirely sure if you were requesting Bad Blood fanfic or not but either way, I WROTE IT BECAUSE THAT IS AN AWESOME OPENING AND I LOVE THAT MUSIC VIDEO. Hope it's what you wanted. XD
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“EAT ME!” KO’s t-shirt proclaims in bold block letters of bright red against black and Cat -officially known as Catastrophe -- can’t stop staring at it.
At least, not until a right-cross to her jaw sends her flying onto her back. Above her, laughter booms out as Knockout leans down and offers a hand to help her up. Cat grasps it thankfully, leather sliding under her thumb as the other girl hauls her to her feet.
“Don’t get distracted,” KO advises, a crooked grin flashing across her face and making the swollen indigo bruise of her right cheek shift awkwardly. “If you’re too busy staring at her tits, she’ll make short work of you.”
“I wasn’t staring,” Cat defends herself as she feels her jaw tenderly to see if any teeth were knocked loose. Her gaze cuts down to KO’s t-shirt, then up to her face again. Bruised, with a split lip bleeding red and her ponytail pulled back so tightly that her cheekbones look like knifeblades, KO is still the most dangerously attractive woman that Cat’s ever met.
“Just wondering if your t-shirt was an invitation - or a challenge.” She grins, hot and feral, and shoves her curly hair away from her face. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, feeling the shudder of motion spread through her body and loosen her muscles in preparation for a fight.
“Can’t it be both?” KO quips and feints at Cat’s face. Cat jumps back (footwork, footwork, she’d trained so hard to be able to do this in heels) and blocks with a loose swing at KO’s midriff.
“Open invitation to anyone?” She asks. It won’t do to assume.
“Nah. Only those brave enough to ask – or those who know the secret.” KO’s playful wink is followed by a thudding blow to Cat’s shoulder that sends Cat spinning and grabbing the ropes to steady herself. There’s nobody here at this hour, no audience to watch the byplay and bay for their blood. It’s just her and KO.
“What’s the secret?” She asks, panting and repositioning herself to keep a wary eye on KO.
“That if you eat me – really eat me, Hannibal style – you get stronger.” KO’s grin is still sharp but there’s no hint of laughter in it and Cat finds her own chuckle dying away in her throat. For a second, the two stare at each other in silent appraisal – then Cat nods.
KO lifts her forearm to Cat’s suddenly-dry mouth and Cat bites down.
Under her teeth, the flesh parts like fresh marzipan.
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“EAT ME!” KO’s t-shirt proclaims in bold block letters of bright red against black and Cat -officially known as Catastrophe -- can’t stop staring at it.
At least, not until a right-cross to her jaw sends her flying onto her back. Above her, laughter booms out as Knockout leans down and offers a hand to help her up. Cat grasps it thankfully, leather sliding under her thumb as the other girl hauls her to her feet.
“Don’t get distracted,” KO advises, a crooked grin flashing across her face and making the swollen indigo bruise of her right cheek shift awkwardly. “If you’re too busy staring at her tits, she’ll make short work of you.”
“I wasn’t staring,” Cat defends herself as she feels her jaw tenderly to see if any teeth were knocked loose. Her gaze cuts down to KO’s t-shirt, then up to her face again. Bruised, with a split lip bleeding red and her ponytail pulled back so tightly that her cheekbones look like knifeblades, KO is still the most dangerously attractive woman that Cat’s ever met.
“Just wondering if your t-shirt was an invitation - or a challenge.” She grins, hot and feral, and shoves her curly hair away from her face. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, feeling the shudder of motion spread through her body and loosen her muscles in preparation for a fight.
“Can’t it be both?” KO quips and feints at Cat’s face. Cat jumps back (footwork, footwork, she’d trained so hard to be able to do this in heels) and blocks with a loose swing at KO’s midriff.
“Open invitation to anyone?” She asks. It won’t do to assume.
“Nah. Only those brave enough to ask – or those who know the secret.” KO’s playful wink is followed by a thudding blow to Cat’s shoulder that sends Cat spinning and grabbing the ropes to steady herself. There’s nobody here at this hour, no audience to watch the byplay and bay for their blood. It’s just her and KO.
“What’s the secret?” She asks, panting and repositioning herself to keep a wary eye on KO.
“That if you eat me – really eat me, Hannibal style – you get stronger.” KO’s grin is still sharp but there’s no hint of laughter in it and Cat finds her own chuckle dying away in her throat. For a second, the two stare at each other in silent appraisal – then Cat nods.
KO lifts her forearm to Cat’s suddenly-dry mouth and Cat bites down.
Under her teeth, the flesh parts like fresh marzipan.