Song for the Chapter: Heart-Shaped Glasses, Marilyn Manson
The tint of blush on her fair cheek made her hesitate to come out of her room when she finishes applying the color of her lips. The pinks and reds of her face and body had contrasted with her creamy, pale skin. She looks 'alluring' as the other female heartseekers should look like even though Shauna Vayne had a 'motivating' talk with her after the news of her being the next. Lux even offered to aid her with the 'assets' of her looks and all. Quinn, however, responded calmly and said that she could handle herself well in dressing up quite... femininely. She pursed her lips after that though, she doesn't know a thing. But the look of her reflection on the mirror doesn't say, otherwise.
She sighed, contemplating on her decision of battling in the fields of justice wearing an outfit that exposed most of her shoulders and a slight cleave of her breasts peeking through the 'lovely' top that hued shades of red and pink, the colors of love and other heart-shaped somethings. Gods, what would they see? She looked like she was going to seduce somebody (painfully, it was meant to be) instead of threatening her opponents in the field, given the fact that she will strut in purple stockings and grey flats and not sprint with her usual boots. In her point of view, she looked like a bar whore wearing a costume. If she wasn't holding a weapon, she will. Quinn, the Wings of Demacia, wearing a dress and as hilarious as it sounds, she looks the part anyway. Of all the female marksmen, it had to be her. 'The bird gave it away' the others said. If it weren't for Valor, she wouldn't be pouting in front of a mirror with her hair done.
She made a disgusted look on her face. Posing for a picture in this 'clownsuit' will not be as easy as fighting in it. She jumps and tumbles in the air with a skirt, how lovely yet it isn't an excuse given the fact that cupid shoots strangers with arrows in a diaper. But he was a baby. Quinn thought, running a hand through her dyed hair and turned on her heels to retrieve her quiver and crossbow in annoyance and went for the door.
...
She winked at him. She never winks. But as soon as his curious gaze found hers, she did. Too curious as it seems.
He has seen her bare, seen her barely clothed and yet this thing about her dress was mysteriously drawing in his attention unlike anything she'd worn. Was she playing him? The spark in her eyes says otherwise. He swallowed his drink, feeling the warm liquid burn in his throat as his eyes followed her as she sat on a bar stool beside him. "Can't avert your eyes to something else, can you?" She asked in a sweet, poisonous voice, making his eyes blink several times to doze off the alcohol fogging his mind to find his voice.
"Can't help it. My eyes can't do that. But I can." To gossipmonger's ear, he sounds like he's starting to flirt. "Why, do you have a boyfriend to be too cautious?"
"Maybe you can say that he is."
"Maybe I can steal his girl."
"Then...what are you gonna do about it?" She asked again, this time, in a soft, flirty voice that seems to haze his senses more, averting his gaze to her revealed cleavage as she leaned forward, faces merely inches apart.
"I think... I'll buy you a drink to make up for it. By the way, pretty women like you aren't supposed to be drinking alone in a bar full of armed men."
"Are you offering me a drinking partner or a bodyguard? "
"Just that first thing you said." He trailed off, deepening his voice to a husky tone saying, "And I've always been the second one."
"You're just jealous because you think you're the only one who's allowed stare at my skin." Her voice was low yet agitated. This drunk bastard can't outsmart her. "And it's not my fault I'm trapped in this dress."
"Hm... I'll give you that. But what else?" He asked her, an eyebrow raised. "It suits you though. Maybe you could wear that when you come to the mansion sometime."
"A Drink."
"Maybe a room." She slapped his thigh, making him burst into a soft chuckle.
"Fuck you, Noxian."
She remembered the hand on his thigh, pulling it away from him until he caught it, now pulling her forcefully onto his lap. She could almost hear a drunk Jhin whispering another 'Ooh...I can sense the sexual tension around.'
"You can say that again."
He whispered onto her lips as he landed his on the corner of her mouth, then pressing his forehead on hers.
"Talon, they'll see us."
"They're all drunk. Just like I am. Just like you'll be."
He took his shot glass, pouring the contents of the bottle of whiskey and handing it to her who had an arm wrapped around him. She took it willingly and downed it as fast as she could hissing at the burn down her throat. "Shit."
"Feel drunk yet?"
"Of course I'm not, asshole."
She took the bottle and drank without hesitation. Maybe her assassin would be amused to see her drink unlike any other decent woman would. This day would be an exception. And yet, he was impressed.
"Now you are." He whispered, kissing her lips fervently, devouring her lips that tasted of alcohol and sweet nothings. Their tongues entwined as she pulled him closer with the hand that wasn't holding the bottle. He was just holding holding her so they wouldn't fall from the stool. She was a damn good kisser.
"Not here."
"I told you...the-"
"Talon." She said, holding his face with both of her hands. "Not. Here."
His eyes slowly opened wider in realisation and smirked at his scout, scooping her in a swift motion.
"Won't your boyfriend come and chase me 'til death?"
"Oh, I'm sure he won't mind." She winked again, making him flush and wishing she had heart-shaped glasses to conceal her eyes from his vision.
"Yeah, he won't."
...
The alcohol was taking effect as he laid her down gently on the crimson sheets that match the color of her garb, making the sweetest noises that could ever come from her mouth. The dress she wore, was alluring. Revealed more of her womanly curves than her former garb. Her hair was dyed a light pink which he didn't mind much. His arms were still wrapped around her delicate waist as his towering frame loomed over her. His hood was down dark eyes scanning her revealing form.
He had to admit, the dress was stupid. A mere costume that displays the colors of love itself. As stupid as love the dress is and as stupid as he is, developing intimacy with his rival. His sweet, tempting rival that he wanted to devour at this moment.
His face was descending on hers, slowly tracing her soft, sweet red lips with his. And her body trembling at his innocent tease. He rested his weight on her, slowly pinning her waist with his hips on the sheets. His hands, running up from her shoulders to her arms above her head as he kissed her tenderly, their faces hidden under the long locks of his hair as he deepened the kisses she was willing to return. She tastes like honey, smells like roses, sounds like an angel, humming through his rough kisses, begging for the air that's left of the dark room. She grasped his hands, pleading for more of him yet they both needed oxygen for heaven's sake. She buried her head further down the soft sheets, a weak attempt to free from his hungry lips and breathe in all the air she needs to kiss him for all the time she needs. And then she opened her eyes only to see her assassin's eyes grow darker, hungrier as if a wolf was staring at a lamb. He saw her eyes too beyond the cloud of lust in his mind. They were sweet, innocent and tempted. He could tell she was giving in to this forsaken sin and not a hint of guilt seen in the light that's left of it. She closed them again, giving in as he bucked his hips against hers, feeling him through the layers of fabric, the only thing that stands between them. He growled, bucking his hips harder, making her gasp as he released her hands to strip off the stockings that hid her thighs. His hands found the hem of her purple stockings at the base of her soft ass and he gripped them before he started to peel them off her as she snapped her feet up, wrapping her arms around him. They were breathing on each others' lips as his face descended on her neck, breathing, licking and sucking on it as her lips parted, making the sweet sounds he needed to pleasure her again.
She felt the moisture between her thighs as he touched her bare skin, gentle, calloused hands eager to touch every part of it. She moaned loudly as he started to buck deeper even if he was merely teasing. But what more if the clothes weren't there. It was a sinful thought to convince her to strip him off too. She hated the existence of clothes at this point. Then again, she felt his erection in between her thighs, confusion clouded her mind as she grasped his hooded cloak, eagerly pulling them off with one hand and unclasping it with her other. His luscious, soft hair cascaded down her neck as he started to bite her, making her eager to return his gesture and she grasped his hair before peeling him off his shirt and leather straps, revealing his tanned, scarred, well-built upper that left her staring before she realized he too, was observing the curiosity that marred her face. He almost stopped breathing as he saw her angelic face turn a darker shade of red as she wrapped her bare legs around his waist. "I want...you" she mouthed. A dark chuckle was his response, seeing her face scrunch up in confusion. She wanted this as badly as he did and they were both willing to give each other that. And hungrily, he dug down to give himself in to devouring her again. This time, his kisses were of passion, lust and hunger. She moaned, and moaned and moaned, feeling herself burst in the moment she shared with the assassin she sinned with. Talon. Oh, his name, she thought. Such a sweet, sweet lover she shared a night with. Too many to count and yet, why was this one more different?
He released her lips slowly, feeling her lipstick smear on his. She let out a small giggle, wiping off the red on his lips as he watched her smile fade, pressing his forehead against his scout, Quinn. Quinn who was either an angel or a demon in bed. Right now, she was... more. He wanted her. Needed her. Like other nights, his silent pleads was every pleasure he gave and took, but now he wanted to explore something beyond all those.
"Talon?" She asked. She always asks. He could tell they were both getting more impatient in each second that passes by. He wanted to feel her hot entrance swallow his hard shaft. He wanted her to moan and moan like it was all he ever wanted her to do.
He bit down her clavicle, feeling her tremble underneath him, she almost squirms as he sucked on the skin of her shoulders. She gasped, feeling his errant hands on her breasts, squeezing them. "Gods, Talon. You're tight." She threw her head back. The pleasure was too much. This was wrong and yet it feels so right in every single way she either understands or can't explain in words. He was a demon, she could tell by the way they spent each night together. The way he thrusts in her, sinful. The way he moans her name, sinful. And when he finishes, he wants more. She gasped, realizing her own dirty thoughts will become a reality after they strip off the fucking damn clothes.
His face descended down were his hands were, biting the flesh beneath the fabric that covered it. And he started to take the stupid dress off of her. Her worked through the fabric that held them together to the skirt of the dress. He started to lift it all off of her, tracing her womanly curves as he peeled it all off, revealing each corner of what she hides underneath. Soft, creamy, pale tempting skin. And her modesty bounced slightly as the dress was full discarded and he threw it off in exitement. He dug down to taste all of it, licking her belly up to the base of her breast. He managed to put one in his mouth gently as he watched her body writhe underneath and her face scrunch up in pleasure and let out a loud moan as he sucked on it hungrily. She closed her eyes, feeling his hot mouth devour her flesh.
Sinful, sinful Quinn.
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