Chapter 1

A/N: Hello~

The library is eerily quiet at this hour; just before sundown when the clock just struck four. Tick...tock...tick the clock chants. It's the only noticeable noise in an otherwise quiet room. At one of the sides of the vast library behind the endless shelves of books, sat a lone girl. There at a wooden oak table she was, twirling a golden lock of her hair between dainty fingers, and occasionally glanced up with her azure eyes at the large prevalent clock that sat at the center of a staircase leading down to the sea of books below.

With a restless flip of a page, she refocused her attention to the book in front of her. It was a book about a man and a woman in some sort of danger- she was not really paying much attention to the reading material- and the man had to save the woman from said danger; a very typical story. Again her eyes flicked up at the clock. A minute had passed. She's late. Luxanna Crownguard sits up, finally giving up on the book.

It's no secret that Lux loves to read. Ever since she was little she engrossed herself in novels, textbooks, and plays from all genre. All genres. As a child Luxanna was always told she was gifted, from the moment she was born as her mother would put it.

Since childhood she was showered with ideas of how gifted she was, always presented to family friends as some sort of trophy. For a while she took pride in that and aimed to please her family. So Luxanna read. Every afternoon until dusk she would hop off to the library and read about the arcanes- a subject that deeply interested her.

But one afternoon the librarian,a little old woman named Louise, lost track of her and because of her growing mind Lux developed an unquenchable thirst to read more. She wandered the aisles of books, seeing titles that were so different from the section that her family approved of. It was there she learned about reality. War, death, disease- sex. Everything that adults would shield their children from.

At home she brought the topics up to her mother, because even a child as bright as her did not understand the whole concept of it all. Her mother, astounded by her sudden knowledge of all of these things, stood there agasped until Lux's lips uttered a question that was greeted with a resounding slap.

Since then nothing was ever the same. She then sought out more books, going beyond Demacia to different towns nearby for the truth. That slap from her mother was a rude awakening but nothing made Lux stumble more than what others had to write and say about her beloved city.

With a scrape of her chair, the light mage stood up, and walked towards the large panel windows behind her. Demacia, a city made of marble and gold that held things all right and just in the world, was no better than Noxus or Bilgewater or Shurima. It felt so good to be the only one with this sort of thought…. Well, no that isn't entirely true. She knew as well.

A quiet click echoed throughout the room that made Lux jump and rush quickly to her seat- careful not to make a peep. Slapping her book open she, a tad bit enthusiastically, pretended to read. Her ears perked to hear the quiet footsteps that descended the wooden staircase before walking the aisles of shelves.

With trembling fingers she turned the page without so much as reading a single word. Carefully she glanced to the shelves in intervals of exactly five seconds to try catch a glimpse of the newcomer. At the sight of a foot, her face flies back into the book that was now held upright and rigid. Calm down...calm down she soothed, releasing a shaky breath as she now heard the footsteps walk down an aisle closer to her.

She hadn't noticed that her leg was continuously bouncing up and down before and forced herself to stop. Taking a few seconds to calm her beating heart, Lux gathered up her courage once more to peer over her book.

There she was. The woman with short cropped hair with a twinge of scarlet. Clad in her usual skin tight attire Lux admired her as she stood in view flipping through a book.

There was something about that woman's back that transfixed Lux. The roll of her slim shoulders, probably sore from a long day of practice, the pinch of her waist, and the flare of those hips that nonchalantly was raised up at one side. She was the fuel of her fantasies at night. Miss Fiora Laurent.

She wasn't entirely sure when her fixation of Fiora began. It could have been as young as ten years old or as old as nineteen when she first saw her reading silently amongst the soft rays of the afternoon sun. For years Fiora and Lux were rivals- not that they were not now- it was just more one-sided at the moment. Nonetheless ten years ago, during elementary school, she and Fiora got into a fight. Over what? Lux could not remember but it was an intense fight (at least for her). Of course Fiora won, having the Laurent name to uphold and years of training in the art of dueling.

You're weak! Fiora would hiss down at the crying Lux. A slobbering dog of Demacia! You're disgusting. And with that she walked away leaving a somewhat dazed Lux. It was after that did Lux began to explore even more. She supposed she owed it to Fiora as well that she broke her chains.

So, of course she wanted to get closer to the duelist, perhaps be her friend or more. But whenever the Crownguard got close the Laurent would stick her nose in the air and scowl- surprised that such a thing would even think to talk to her. Since then they have butted heads- Lux out of hurt and Fiora out of disgust.

"Wipe the drool from your face, Crownguard- it's disturbing." A slap of a book closing jolted Lux out of her daze. Surprised she quickly raised her hand to her lips before bringing it down just as fast. Damn it. Rolling back her shoulders, Lux tried to save face. "What do you mean, Laurent? I was simply day-dreaming."

Fiora scoffs, sliding a book back into the shelf. Again azure eyes wanders from her own book to Fiora's body, taking in how her body moved in that tight body suit of hers. Wow, did it do wonders for her ass.

"Just what were you day-dreaming about, hm?"

"W-what?"

The duelist turns on her heel, a cold look in her ice-blue eyes as it stared into Lux's surprised ones. "What. Were. You. Day-dreaming about?"

Fiora hated repeated herself. It was a waste of time and effort. When she spoke, she is meant to be heard not tossed back like background noise. And when Fiora is angry she is persistent and unrelenting. Lux knew this well from experience. This was not the first time Fiora caught Lux staring at her. Lux gave a nervous dart of her eyes. "N-none of your business Fiora."

"Oh?" Soft taps close in on her. "It is not?" Oh...Heavens above. She's so close now. Lux could practically hear the roll of her tongue as she spoke with her thick accent. Squeezing her eyes, she pushes away the vulgar thoughts and shifted her legs to a more comfortable position.

She could feel her center becoming warmer, almost like goo, and she couldn't help but squeeze the life out of the book in front of her. "No. Fiora. It isn't."

Fiora hums in response and moves back- her sweet scent of roses still wavering. Lux inhales deeply.

Suddenly nimble fingers pick the book Lux's death grip- a simple tug releasing it. There is a strain on the table now, the wood groaning under a new weight on top of it. The Crownguard refuses to look up and focuses now on her new view, a small spot of wood generously left by Fiora's shapely thighs.

"I come to this library after I practice every saturday morning." Fiora leans on one of her arms as she observes Lux. "Four o'clock on the dot. I have been doing this for a year now. The library is always quiet and still at this time. A perfect place to relax and get away from that." She waves a hand at the door.

Lux licks her lips, "Why are you telling me this?" suddenly nervous for all the wrong reasons. She suspected that Fiora was onto her. That her sudden appearance the following saturday afternoon and the one following that were not mere coincidences. Lux made an effort to get to the library thirty minutes before four to prepare herself and see Fiora. Slowly her eyes rise to meet Fiora's that were icly lidded.

"Do you have a little crush on me Luxanna Crownguard?" Lux immediately began to sweat. Remaining silent, she stared wide-eyed at the towering duelist- suddenly feeling very meek in her presence. There was an apparent blush working up from the smooth incline of Lux's neck to her cheeks. It flared flamboyantly which was more than enough to tell Fiora her suspicion was correct.

"N-n-no, of course not! Whatever gave you that idea?"

Fiora snorts. Her response came out mechanical, like she has been practicing for this moment in front of a mirror for days in case this situation ever came up. Lux barely got the words out which in normal circumstances would make Fiora think that Lux was shocked by her question. However the way her body was rigidly upright and soaked in red with her blue eyes glistening clearly made her endless of hours of practice fruitless.

A frown skids across Fiora's features. The inability to admit such obvious feelings slightly irritated the young aristocrat. She had felt she has been lied to so blatantly. So with quick and precise movements Fiora clammers off the table and grabs Lux's arm. With a harsh tug, followed by a yelp from Lux, the light mage replaces Fiora's spot on the table. Fiora pushes Lux's legs open with little resistance and settles there; all while watching realization hit Luxanna's features.

The rearrangement ended with the harsh clatter of a chair being kicked aside. "F-Fiora?!" Lux breaths and quickly tries to get up.

Fiora with a scowl, slams her back onto the wooden table- the force slightly rocking the table back. "Tell me. What were you day-dreaming about?"

"P-p-please let me...haa…" Lux gasps as she felt a hand run up to her arms followed by harsh hands clamping over her two wrists and holding it in place there.

"Were you thinking of me?" The young light mage tosses her head side to side with such effort it wasn't impossible for her to detach her head from her body. . !

"Did you imagine me doing this to you? Hm?" The second hand's finger grazed the full length of Lux's jaw before resting just below her quivering lower lip.

"Please…" The blonde sighs. Her eyes are squeezed dangerously shut, trying to keep back the tears that threatened to spill. Lux's fantasies were nothing like this. Maybe one or two but the majority of them were of her on top of Fiora, straddling her wide hips and watching her touch make Fiora succumb into a pool of pleasure and desire.

Instead here she laid on top of a fifty year old table, her body feeling as if she was doused in kerosene and lit aflamed. It wasn't suppose to be this way. Lux had it all planned it. She would have confessed her feelings for Fiora at the ball being held two weeks from now. And under the pale moonlight, as it illuminated Fiora's milky white skin, she would have professed her want- her need- for her.

There was a large possibility of Fiora rejecting her and she knew that very well. But those lonely nights as Lux laid awake with a burning passion scratching at her innermost folds she could not take rejection wouldn't allow rejection. She had to had her.

For a moment Lux wondered where that confidence went. Was it all along fake? Because, in reality, this was all in her mind where she was queen. How terrible.That moment quickly passed as she was snatched back into the real world.

"Luxanna…" A hot puff of air tickles her ear, making it irritatingly red. "Where did I touch you? Tell me. I want to hear you scream."

Oh. My. Gods. Lux jolts her head to the side, not caring for the fallen loose threads of blonde hair that now obscure her vision of the finely painted ceiling. Her teeth are grinding itself in anticipation. She wanted this. So badly.

Fiora snakes her hand down from her lip, feeling the curvature of her neck, and down to her raised breasts that were taut with desire. "Was I rough with you Luxanna?" She murmurs, her voice sultry. Her hands grasps the right one harshly, groping the mound before sliding it's way up the slope to pinch the tiny ball that laid center of her breast.

The sensation spreaded like wildfire across her body, making her back immediately arch up, and with widen eyes Lux moaned through clenched teeth. She raised her hands desperately in order to feel her aggressor but was harshly declined by Fiora's strong arm.

"Fiora...please...please!" Lux groaned, unable to keep back the heat. At that moment Lux wasn't entirely sure what she was begging Fiora to do. Her mind was swirling around in desire and lust but also fear of Fiora and a sense of embarrassment.

"Answer me, Lux." Those long fingers move away from the mound of flesh taking a detour to the side of her body and coasting along there. Gentle fingers graze Lux's waist through the dainty fabric she wore. Slowly it inched downward to her hips and rested there momentarily.

"Did I kiss you on your lips?" Fiora moves her face closer. Her eyelashes are so long and beautiful. Lux releases a sigh. "Explore your mouth with my tongue?"

"Kiss you along your neck and lick away your sweat?" Lips could scarcely be felt on her neck. Her hot breath leaving behind gooseflesh. "Suck on your collarbone until you whimpered for more?" Lux wills her eyes to watch Fiora now and regretted it immediately. Fiora was staring right back, watching her every expression. And for the first time in Lux's life- she smiled.

A devilish smile that sent shivers through the dainty girl's body. With azure eyes still on her Fiora bit the helm line of her shirt and pulled it upwards. The chilled air that kissed Lux's heated skin maked her groan. Lux could see clearly how aroused she was from a quick peek of her breasts.

She whimpers in embarrassment.

"With a trail of kisses did I descend down, Luxanna? Giving your shapely breasts each a kiss to remember? Licking and sucking at your nipples?" Lux frowns. There's a sudden chill in Fiora's voice now with a sudden glint in her eye. Flashes of the past began to emerge in her mind. The books she had read when it came to women in relationships with other women and how the authors and commentators declared them vile, disgusting, and a poor excuse of an Demancian. Lux recoils, embarrassment and disgust filling up the pit of her stomach.

Fiora's head laid on her shivering stomach before biting the utmost region, just below Lux's mounds. Lux yelps, her fingers and toes curling. Slowly Fiora dove down, following the trail that lead to the peak of the mountain. "How did I tease you here, Crownguard?"

"Fi-Fiora n-no!"

"With my fingers?" Fiora looks up. The afternoon rays were hitting her skin in an unnatural way- giving Fiora somewhat of a holy glow. Her azure eyes look icier than usual as the sun penetrated her irises. It was the only piece of her head that Lux could see as the Laurent lingered over her quivering womanhood. "Did I do it with my tongue?"

With a swift kick Lux pushed Fiora away, all while yelling a harsh no. She clambered backwards on the table, knees brought up to her chest and arms crossed around her. Luxanna had enough of this. At first it was a nice surprise, a sort of twisted wish fulfillment. It's too much now. A quiet pain upon her cheek filled her with shame. It's too much.

A laugh could be heard below, before Fiora rose up, gripping her chin. At the sight of blood Luxanna rushes off the table but falls when her knees gave into her weight. With a thud she falls to the wooden ground but quickly raises up her torso towards Fiora. "F-Fiora I'm so sorry! I didn't- I-"

Laurent held up her hand that immediately shut Lux up and turning her head to wipe away the blood. "That's a nice look for you Crownguard." Fiora looks down at Lux who was splayed across the floor. "It really suits a dog."

Silence filled the room again expect for the large clock at the center of the staircase that ticked absent-mindedly. The golden girl was alone once more, this time on the floor, desperately trying to fix herself up in order to go home decently. But her fingers shook as it tried to adjust her shirt and skirt. And the tears that ran down her cheeks stained her hands and made her nose red and cheeks puffy.

Once she reached home, she of course found it empty. Why she bothered to clean herself up when she knew the house was just as empty as it was last night and the night before that she didn't know.

It really suits a dog. Lux's face pinched at the thought as she silently closed the door to her room behind her. I am a dog. Her body crumbles down, knees brought up to her forehead as she finally allowed her body to be racked with heaving sobs. I am still a dog.

E/N: Thanks for reading my weird...weird smut...fic. Fiora and Lux make a nice match I'm surprised there aren't more fics about this ship.