Please note: Apologies for any mistakes done in this short series of drabbles for these two, none of this has been particularly proof read and I am only putting it here as a keep sake of some things I wrote for my favorite couple! And to share with all of you, of course. Enjoy, and sorry for any errors!
Shuffle, shuffle.
"Mm…"
Shuffle, shuffle…
"Stop it." Syndra grunted, examining the refined contours of Fiora's arms that wrapped around her as lavender slowly peered open. "A few more minutes." The mage demanded, for what was probably the ninth or tenth time that morning.
In response to this, Fiora loomed closer to Syndra's form (if that was even possible at this point) and right above her ear. Tightening her grip around the mage's tired form, she lightly blew against her ear.
"Hey!"
"Good, now you're awake." Fiora chuckled lightly, pressing her lips against her lover's elegant neck (a few stray strands of platinum would catch in her lip's embrace during this; but that was expected). Meanwhile, her hands brushed along Syndra's naked form with affection, running along each bruise or love mark that Fiora had left during their night… A thank you.
It was certainly an anomaly where Syndra would stay the night, so Fiora had always made it a ritual to be certain that the mage knew she was grateful for her presence. Waking before her to allow her a proper 'good morning', ensuring to smother the other with affections. It was all routine now, and it certainly has been working as of late. Syndra has been staying in the Laurent manor more and more it seemed, much to Fiora's delight.
After several moments of peaceful silence, only the sound of lips pressing against skin filling the room; Syndra would speak.
"So, then. I suppose you need to be leaving?" She hesitated with this question, turning around to face Fiora properly. Though her face was guised with that of a stoic expression, her eyes glinted with mild worry for the day ahead. A well placed apprehension, knowing that Fiora intended to butt heads with a rather impressive challenger today.
To this, Fiora seemed to perk up as if she completely forgot. "Oh, yes. Right." A smile graced upon her lips as she pressed one last kiss upon Syndra's cheek, beautiful aquamarine eyes glinting with happiness. She hardly noticed the worry that glazed Syndra's own, far too enamored with the current moment.
"Thank you for reminding me." She finished, reluctantly releasing her hold upon Syndra and sitting up. A delightful little hum emitted from her throat as a hand reached up to run across her hair, straightening it out a bit from the mess that Syndra had turned it into the night prior. She peered back for a moment before she would stand up properly, admiring the sight of Syndra's form sprawled across her bed.
Fiora's bed.
She could not believe it at times that this woman had chosen her, she was certain Syndra could have anyone she wished for. Whether it be man, woman, or some other anomaly… She was certain anyone would fall to their knees for this woman, and yet she had the pleasure of doing so. It caused an excited chill to run down her spine at the thought, despite her apprehension that one day Syndra may leave and find someone she deserves.
There were times that Fiora would question why she simply did not lay down the law with the other, tell Syndra that she should simply be with Fiora and Fiora should simply be with her. That there was no point in another woman as another woman was not Syndra, and Fiora did not want to bother if that was the case.
But she feared she may scare Syndra off with such remarks; so she simply held her tongue. She has held her tongue for quite some time, and it was getting rather stressful… Hopefully the duel today would help relinquish these feelings. The thought itself encouraged her to walk across the room, and in front of the stand that held her armor.
Syndra, now fully awake, would watch each movement Fiora made. From the way her hair seemed to fall perfectly into place after one sweep of Fiora's hand, to the way her body became so beautifully in place when the other stood due to years of perfecting her posture and stance. Lavender orbs would catch every movement and every subtle change in demeanor, admiring the other from afar.
In her state of wonder watching Fiora's form, she lost track of her thoughts in a matter that pressed so heavily on her mind. The matter being of Fiora's newest opponent, a rather menacing man visiting from Noxus intent on putting the woman to shame. Now, Syndra was never one to doubt Fiora, she was certain that her lover would win (they did not label her the grand duelist for nothing, after all).
However, she did not wish to see Fiora be harmed in the process.
Who knows what this man is capable of? She could only imagine the perfectly crafted muscle of Fiora's back being stained with blood and bruises as she gazed upon them, the woman's perfect postured ruined by a limp due to a broken leg or shoulder. It sent a chill of fear down Syndra's spine, she then turned her thoughts to something more lighthearted.
But it was still about Fiora, and she was uncertain as to why.
She remembered the day that the two truly met, the young adventurous girl knocking upon her window and refusing to leave until Syndra allowed her inside. She remembered how that girl would pester her to perform tricks with her magic, staring in awe and calling the girl far more beautiful and astounding than any other girl she knew in Demacia. She remembered how disappointed she felt when the little tree climber had to leave back to Demacia, and how she had lost her first friend that day.
Then, she remembered when she found that friend once more, and the second she did, she taunted the now older woman about how silly she was as a child. Calling Fiora her little tree climber, acting as if she was not so… Excited over finding this friend she lost so long ago, and how enamored she was that Fiora embraced this reunion as well.
Syndra then recalled the night that attraction was confessed, Fiora reinstating every point she had made as a child. That the mage was still the most beautiful, astounding woman that she has had the privilege to meet. She remembered how well this wooed Syndra into a wondrous night with the other, and how Fiora reluctantly allowed her to leave her chambers and return to Ionia after they acted upon this passion.
It was these recollections and more that forced themselves in Syndra's mind that caused her to speak as Fiora was to put the last piece of her armor on, her shoulder pad. "Would you like to make a bet?" The mage broke the silence, tilting her head at Fiora questioningly.
Fiora, unable to ignore Syndra or decline a challenge, responded quickly. "Of course." She stated, buckling her shoulder pad into place and turning to stare at the other curiously.
"If you win this duel and return to me without a scratch upon your person, then I shall stay. With you, only you."
The duelist stared at the other in awe for a moment, her jaw slacked. "I…" She caught her breath, straightening her posture. "And if I lose this bet?"
"Then I leave. For good."
Aquamarine eyes opened widely, shock and uncertainty replaced that happiness that gleamed within them only moments ago. Was Syndra serious? Yes, of course. Fiora knew that tone well, and it was not one that Syndra used to jest with. It would take moments of thought before Fiora would respond, pondering each and every syllable that left Syndra's mouth again and again in her mind until she came up with an appropriate response.
"I will not fail."
"Of course you won't, my little tree climber."
With that, Fiora fetched her rapier and tucked it into it's sleeve at her side. Confidence arose within the woman, and she could not help but smile like a buffoon the entire way to the duelist's ring. The duelist had never felt so driven to win in such a long time, never has she been so excited to draw her sword to an opponent.
Not because this man served to be a worthy opponent to the grand duelist, no. It was because, for once in a long time, Fiora had a true drive to win and not simply cut down a man for insulting her family's name. Into the ring she stepped, sure she would not fail the task that her sovereign had set upon her.
Opposite to her was the man she was to face, a talented swordsman hailing from Noxus. Though she feared injury from this duel at some point or another, she knew now that she would sustain none.
It was quite a long show of blades, the man was quite agile and as talented as expected. A dance of steps would play out this duel, never have the Demacian citizens claimed to have seen Fiora perform so perfectly since her duel with her father. The passion in which she danced along the field the same as that fateful day, as if she strove for something within that duel that no one could explain; they could simply look upon her in awe of her beauty and grace.
In the end, of course, there was no doubt whom the winner was that emerged. Fiora ending the man's life with a swift cut to his neck, and a bow of victory to his corpse. Onlookers cheered at the magnificent performance, except one in particular that stood still.
Or rather, floated still.
Fiora wasted no time in weaving her way through the crowds and into the arms of this person, successfully ruining Syndra's attire with the blood of the recently deceased that stained her armor as she embraced Syndra. Leaning back for a moment, she smirked victoriously at the other. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"I won." She purred, pressing a kiss upon Syndra's nose. A few onlookers took it upon themselves to make a noise of disgust at the display, but Fiora did not care. More pressing matters were at hand.
Syndra, in turn, smiled at this remark and pressed a proper kiss upon Fiora's lips. "Hm. I don't know." Her eyes scanned Fiora from top to bottom, looking for any damage. None, absolutely none. Not even a scratch upon her armor, Syndra was actually quite impressed. "I think I will have to check you more thoroughly in the manor, to ensure that you have won without cheating."
To this, Fiora swooped Syndra up in her arms with ease. And despite her fatigue, practically ran the two all the way back up to the Laurent manor.
Needless to say, Syndra did not find a single wound upon Fiora's skin.