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I have. Only once, just before I joined the show. I had a lot going on in my head. Kinda didn’t care what happened to me. Took on someone two categories higher than me, over two times my weight. Doctors put me in an induced coma for a couple days to prevent brain swelling or something.

I’m not settling for Sam. She’s much more than I deserve. Much more than many people in this place deserve.  I’m just lucky enough that she chose me to spend her time with. And take her clothes off for.

Babe. That was something she’d never tire of hearing. It sounded so hot– and sweet coming from Kristen’s lips. Admittedly, it was also a reminder of just how much things had escalated. This thing between them was supposed to be left in Africa. The seriousness of it was not something could have planned. “You shouldn’t say that,” she joked, craning her head to the side. Her breath hitched. Those hands– they drove her wild. Feeling them anywhere made her crumble. A soft moan reverberated against the other’s mouth upon feeling her tongue. Sam couldn’t have denied her if she wanted– which she didn’t. As of late, the taller girl was a great many things, but she was no fool. Needfully, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue hungrily swiping against its counterpart. Everything about this– it made her so weak. Her body was constantly craving Kristen which is why she was kissing her instead of taking her picture. Her eyes slowly drifted open, completely out of her breath and lips swollen. “I’m crazy about you,” she admitted, staring down at her– reveling in the feeling of their foreheads pressed together.

“Hmm?” She hummed in a questioning tone with a quirked brow. “Do elaborate why I shouldn’t,” She breathed out playfully, loving the effect she knew she hand on the taller girl before her. At the sound of the soft moan, the fighter felt herself moments away from losing all self-control. Moving her hands to Sam’s butt, she lifted her off the ground with ease, forcing her to wrap her legs around the Brit’s thin waist. Gently leaning the elder girl’s back against the window, not breaking the kiss at any moment, Kristen happily allowed the kiss to deepen, her tongue gliding against the photographer’s eagerly as she pressed her body flush against the girl’s she held. Looking up at Sam who remained ravelled around her waist, Kris nuzzled their noses while their foreheads remained against one another. “I know,” She breathed out with a teasing smirk, leaning up and pressing a tender kiss against Sam’s lips before pressing another chaste kiss on her jaw.

Libby offered a small smile as she took in the girl’s appearance. “Oh, neither I guess,” she uttered, her eyebrows furrowing. “I mean, I used to play, but I can’t say I ever loved it.” She added before reaching her hand out. “Sorry about that love, I’m Libby. Do you play though? I mean, someone in this house ought to, or else it wouldn’t be here yeah?”

“Kris,” She replied with a half smirk/half smile tugging at her lips as she shook the girls extended hand. “I’m guessing someone does. I’m a musician, but in the form of a DJ. The only instrument I can play other than my decks are the drums.”

“I keep things honest,” she said as she moved to shove her hands into the pack pockets of her jeans. Had it been a different time, the woman in front of her was someone she would have totally hit on. Yet, the urge wasn’t even there anymore which only made her chuckle internally. The power of a woman. “Probably not. You don’t seem like someone who gives a flying fuck.” The demeanor and way the petite woman spoke  gave that away right off the bat. “Claimed huh? I’m pretty lucky that Catie wants to be with me, so I’m good. She also knows we have eyes though. She’s going to find other people attractive, and so will I even if we’re together. None of them will compare to her, but your eyes don’t like malfunction when you’re with someone.” 

“No reason not to.” She shrugged, her arms folding over cross her chest as she watched the other girl. “Good guess.” Kris quirked a brow with a small smile, chuckling and shaking her head. “She wants it too. We just... Haven’t made things official so to speak.” The fighter explained with a slight tilt of her head, her brows tugging together. “No, they don’t malfunction. But her ass is the only one I’m interested in. No point looking at yours if I know it’s not going to phase me.”

Kristen lived in the moment. She never thought about anything concerning the future, and though she knew her and Sam had the chemistry and attraction, she had never even considered the thought of a date with her, but the thought that now coursed her mind was certainly one that piqued the fighter’s interest. Unable to contain her smile, the Brit nodded her head. “Whatever you like, babe. I’ll let you do the planning.” She shrugged, her smile still standing strong over her lips while keeping her gaze on the taller girl. With her hand chastely slipping up beneath Sam's shirt, her hand rested flat on her upper stomach, Kris trailed her tongue across the other’s bottom lip, begging for entrance as she felt her hands travel beneath her minuscule piece of clothing, letting a satisfied hum slip through her lips at the squeeze and continued contact at her ass. After a short while, when surely both girls must have been in need for air, Kris gently trapped Sam’s bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it slightly before resting their foreheads together and releasing the lip.

“No, no… I don’t,” she retorted in disbelief. In fact, there was a time she had quite a lot of models– not so clothed and she had kept her hands completely to herself. Maybe, she really had been a prude before. Who turns down naked girls on their couch? “You’re the first actually…” There was something about Kristen that made it impossible to keep her hands to herself. Admittedly, the fighter was her first in a lot of ways but she didn’t need to know that. Though, it probably showed. Moments like these, she wished she was more developed in other mediums. Staring at Kristen, seemingly so untouched by it all– she wanted to draw her or paint her. But her skills would in way do her justice. She needed to remember every line– or how the light hit her face in a certain way. Gorgeous. “Tonight? Yeah… tonight sounds great,” she quipped, trying to not seem too excited or nervous. Swallowing hard, she pressed the shutter button down. It was hard to focus. Really hard. Her eyes focused in on the soft– contours of her lower abdomen. “Screw it,” she muttered to herself, turning on the timer of her camera. There was no way she was getting anything done. Abruptly, she returned to the smaller woman’s side– turning her so that they were facing one another. She wasted no time reconnecting their lips as her fingers dug into her hips. The click of her camera sounded in the background. 

A proud smile quickly grew when Sam revealed that she had in fact not acted in such a way around her other models. Kris was very protective; she found herself becoming wound up and jealous at the mere thought of anyone looking at Sam in the way she did, or being able to touch her the way she could. “Looks like I got lucky,” She breathed out, still genuinely smiling over in the artist’s way before moving her gaze down, trying to gather and calm her thoughts down at the same time. Once calm, or calmer than before at least, the fighter looked back over at Sam in full awe. “Anything in mind that you’d like to do?” She asked, trying to be as casual as possible despite her inner self jumping and screaming. Watching the taller girl fidget with her camera before closing the distance, the Brit grinned against Sam’s lips at the unexpected kiss, her naval again clenching at the touch on her bare skin and the digging in her hips. Slowly, the fighter took a step forward, forcing Sam to take one back so the photographer’s back was resting against another of the windows, her far hand resting against the window beside the taller of the two’s head while her free hand, the one closest to the camera chastely rested on the girl’s upper stomach, not breaking the kiss throughout. 

“Na, sweetheart. Shit like that comes out of my mouth daily. I’m an asshole,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Her mouth usually got her into trouble, but she had grown accustomed to that a long time ago. “You know, I’d respect you a lot more if you had the balls to just check me without needing me to walk away. I’m not shy.” 

“You said it,” She shrugged with a smug chuckle, shaking her head at what the girl continued to say after. “You think I want your respect?” She scoffed, her brow remaining quirked. “I’m not scared of checking you out. But I already have a hot piece of ass around this place I’ve claimed as my own.”

Sam hadn’t always been like this. The photographer never thought of herself to be overtly sexual. To some this wouldn’t even be considered as such but nonetheless the petite woman brought this side out of her. It had been like that since the first time they’d spoken. There was an immense attraction and need there. And currently, in her defense– the girl she was rather crazy about was standing before her half naked. It was impossible to remain ‘professional’. What was even better was knowing just how affected Kristen was by her. There were gorgeous girls in the house. A lot were far more stunning and comfortable with themselves than her– and yet she, she still wanted her. The fighter was going to be the death of her as evidence by how easily she melted into the kiss. Naturally her hands moved to the small of her back– descending ever so slowly. A gasp caught between their lips. But then it was over. Her lips curled into a slight pout– and just as she was about to recover her face flushed once more. It was impossible to focus on anything but where her hands were. Such a casual and instinctual action had her imagination running wild. “Not there,” she stammered out, trying to clear an nonexistent lump in her throat. In silence, she slowly retracted one of Kristen’s hands– not without letting her nails rake over the surface. Gently, she moved it to window just above her head. Nipping at her bottom lip, she glanced at the girl’s pose. “Okay… um, so yeah that hand can stay there…” Returning to her camera, she really needed some distance between them before did or said anything stupid.  “I think we should go on an actual date…,” she blurted out; something stupid like that.  Without a thought, she snapped the shot capturing her breathtaking silhouette.

Kris adored the feeling of Sam’s hands against the bare skin on her back; even more so the fact that they were slowly travelling lower. “Do you treat all your models like this?” The fighter hummed playfully against the photographer’s lips, pressing a final brief kiss against her lips before she had pulled away and returned with her back to the artist. A smirk quickly covered Kristen’s face. She knew Sam, knew how she worked, and knew that with her stammer of words came a flushed Sam. Moving her head to the side to enable a glimpse of the taller woman doing what she loved, a ragged breath hitched from her chest at the nails gently scratching her once covered skin, leaning her weight forward slightly against the window. Looking back out of the window, the fighter bit down on her bottom lip as she watched Sam in the reflection of the window, her eyes full or lust and want. Not hiding the fact that she again looked the photographer from head to toe through the window, Kris stood a little more confidently at the words she heard, a soft smile covering her lips. Twisting her body on an angle slightly, her defined abs becoming even more visible to the artist. “How about tonight?” She asked in a gentle murmur, running her tongue between her lips to dampen them before turning to look back out of the window, unsure how to stand now.