Heyall, the first one shot dedicated to Artenyx. Yuri really isn't my field of expertise, but beggars can't be choosers and since he is the first one who submitted i pretty much had to do it now didn't I?

Of course I don't own anything blah blah. Feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment requesting your very own oneshot along with a rating (I will write anything from friendly k-hardcore m). If the pairing appeals to me I will queue it up on my list and it will appear here eventually. Feel free to explain to me why you think the pairing is good or if you'd like to give suggestions to what direction the story should take.

Anyways, too much blabbering. Enjoy the first one shot: Quinn x Vayne

What happens at night

The beat flowed through the thriving crowd of spectators at the night club. Piltoverian gadgets were spreading flashy lights through the dark room, remotely moving to the beat. The alcoholic fumes, mixed with the personal fragrances of too many party goers clouded the mind and tempted one to join in the sweating mass in their synchronized jumps and sways. Vayne was on a mission though. Barely recognizable in cocktail gown she maneuvered through the crowds, feeling the reassuring cold blade pressing against her thigh that would soon be embedded in her target's heart.

"Not so fast." A voice whispered in her ear, before roughly pulling her into the dancing mobs. Ready to murder the insolent fool who had dared to jeopardize her mission she looked right in the face of Quinn, clad in a blue hem dress. "Don't you have your overrated pigeon to take care of?" Vayne crudely stated before trying to remove herself from the ranger's grasp.

"First of all, Valor is not a pigeon and no, I do not, he can care for himself just fine. I am going to prevent you from doing something that will have more repercussions than you will be willing to deal with though." She said, pulling her further into the crowd. From the corner of her eye Vayne could see the dark man with the two glowing pistols hidden under his robes, the demon host who went by the name of Lucian, slip away.

"You will have to explain this one to the crown." She accusingly stated. "Doubtful." Quinn replied. "I was sent here to stop you. The league accepted him. Killing him now would most likely result in a political conflict with the institute and your head on a stake, we couldn't have that happen to a head as pretty as yours now could we?" Quinn pressed her body close to Vayne's. "Let me go you insolent fool! Now!" She said. "A large number of soldiers just entered. At least look like you are enjoying yourself so I stand a chance to get you out of Noxus alive." Quinn said, pulling her towards the bar with her.

Feeling the ranger's body move against hers was an odd sensation for Vayne. She was uncertain whether she liked it or not. A glass of liquor was somewhat roughly shoved into her unsuspecting hands and Quinn's pressing voice told her to face the bar and drink. Hesitantly she pressed the glass to her lips and took a large gulp. Bad idea. Whatever that ranger had ordered it was a strong drought to put it mildly.

"What's up honey? Don't fancy cyan-blood liquor?" Quinn asked, grinning at Vayne's contorted face. "How do they even come up with the names in this forsaken place." Vayne said before putting the long stemmed glass down on the counter. "Coast is clear, let's go." Quinn said, pulling Vayne off her stool and moving her back to the dance floor.

She was uncertain what motivated her to do so as she tugged the ranger to a halt on the middle of the dancing floor, not letting her do anything else but move her body up against hers. "What are you doing? Are you beginning to enjoy yourself a little too much, Vayne?" She quickly glanced around her, looking for a valid excuse. "Two soldiers, behind you." She promptly stated. When Quinn made a motion to look over her shoulder Vayne stopped her. "Don't glance! You will give us away!" She hissed.

Slowly they moved towards the rear exit, pulling two robes from behind a large potted plant as she went. "Here, put this on." Quinn instructed before gracefully slipping through the door. Vayne followed closely as Quinn made her way through the almost deserted midnight streets. Soon they reached Quinn´s safe house. Quickly closing the door behind her Quinn let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Fancy a drink?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. She was a little surprised when Vayne said: "sure, why not." She mentally shrugged to herself before moving to the small kitchen. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. She brushed a bit off the cupboard and pulled out some of the good Demacian ale. She needed it after a glass of blood liquor. Swiftly pouring two glasses she put the bottle back in its hiding place and made her way back to the main room.

"Here." She said, handing over the glass. Vayne suspiciously smelled the glass, before deciding that this glass did not produce a foul rotting stench and was therefore more drinkable than the last one. "Where will we sleep?" She asked before taking her first sip. "Well, there is one bedroom here with a double. I guess we will have to share." Quinn replied. Vayne halted mid-sip, looking at Quinn for a moment. "Oh come on. Am I that bad company?" Quinn said.

Vayne finished her sip. "Perhaps I was enjoying myself a little bit," she whispered, barely audible. "What was that?" Quinn said, moving closer. Vayne was silent and stared at her glass contemplatively before downing it in one go. "I said I was enjoying myself. Back there on the dance floor." She repeated, before glancing away.

Quinn stood somewhat awkwardly in the middle of the room. Slowly she reached to the back of her dress and undid the first button. She proceeded by pulling the dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it. Blushing madly she stood in front of Vayne. "You…" she swallowed the lump in her throat. "You can touch if you want." She said shyly. "Are you proposing-"

"Oh come on. It's only for one night. Besides, I have never been with another woman before, so this will be a first for me too. What do you have to lose?" Quinn stated a little boldly. "I… I'm not that beautiful." Vayne responded, trying to avoid the ranger's gaze. "Nonsense." Quinn stated before moving over to the night hunter. Ever so teasingly she slowly slipped a hand under the hem of Vayne's dress, unbuttoning as she went.

Soon the two women were standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly eyeing the other up and down, wondering what their undergarments were hiding from view. Slowly Quinn closed the space between them and moved her hands behind Vayne's neck, onto her back, trying to find the clasp to her strapless bra. Surprisingly enough Vayne's hands swiftly moved behind Quinn's back and undid hers in a single smooth move. "Wow. You are a natural!" Quinn laughed, finally finding what she was looking for and undoing Vayne's bra.

Slowly Quinn started press her body up against Vayne's, moving just the way she did on the dance floor earlier that night. A light blush descended over Vayne's cheeks as she gingerly reciprocated the movements. She gasped as her nipples rubbed up against Quinn's, sending shivers down her spine. "That feels…" Vayne let out a low moan as Quinn rubbed a tender spot. "Surprisingly good…" She stated as she got into it.

Soon hands roamed lower, feeling more curves. "Kiss me." Quinn stated. "Wha?-" Quinn smashed her lips to Vayne's, who was surprised at first but accepted it, reciprocating. Quinn squirmed herself out of her underwear and started to tug on Vayne's, freely grabbing her full ass as she went.

Vayne was getting tired of letting Quinn have all the fun. In a swift movement she pulled Quinn closer to her and took one of her nipples in her mouth. Quinn moaned as she felt the other woman's tongue circle around her nipple. Holding Vayne's head to her chest she backed them up into the bedroom. Vayne fell to the bed with Quinn on top of her.

Quinn evilly grinned as she slipped one finger into the night hunter's tight pussy. Vayne moaned and thrust her hips into Quinn's finger. Vayne moaned and grabbed her own breasts, trying to reach the peak she now desperately craved.

Suddenly Quinn pulled away and lay down next to Vayne on top of the sheets. "Wha- why…" She asked a little bewildered. "Did you think that I would let you have all the fun?" Quinn crooned, twisting a lock of hair in between her fingers. With a devilish smile Vayne crawled over to Quinn, grabbing her hips and thrusting her tongue into her warm folds. Quinn moaned appreciatively.

With surprising force she grabbed Vayne's hips and pulled them over her face and began returning the favor. Soon both women were moaning into each other's nether regions. Muffled moans turned into muffled screams as they both toppled over the edge, desperately drinking the other's fluids.

Slowly they untangled themselves. Quinn pulled the now crumpled and discarded blankets over them and tightly hugged Vayne, who appreciatively crooned as breasts pressed against breasts once more. Tomorrow they would return to Demacia and no one but them two would know, what happened at night.