N.B. I guess the term for this would be "mildly canon." Oh well.
Riven wasn't meeting anyone — Celeste's Shoddery, an Ionian specialty shoe shop, had paged her to let her know her brown strap pumps were finally in stock. She'd been waiting on the damn things for months. She had to know this instant if they actually matched her tan Summertide Ball dress or not. They were going to make or break her outfit.
She wasn't looking and ran full force into the Defender of Tomorrow, their umbrellas crashing together and spilling water on them both.
"Ah, fuck." Jayce's groceries toppled to the rain-sodden concrete. "There goes the arugula."
Riven had no response. She could only stare and gape.
The rain had slipped beneath Jayce's fancy gray umbrella, pasting his white shirt to his broad shoulders and lean, taut stomach. She watched a few drops roll off his jaw and onto the ground. His dark hair was damp with sweat and moisture.
His huge hand rested on his umbrella handle as he bent to pick up his bag. Riven spotted noodles, fresh tomatoes, and a plastic container of garlic. He glanced up at her, and she blushed warmly. "I — I've got to go."
"Well, alright then. Have a nice d—"
She darted off before he could finish, stumbling over Kog'Maw, who was contentedly oozing into the rain and picking his nose with his claw. He looked after her curiously and wagged his tail.
Jayce watched her run. And Noxians say Pilts are the weird ones. He had no idea what Riven's background was, but had heard something vague about a broken sword and Noxus. Or some shit. He didn't really care.
He shook his head and rebalanced his groceries. In his room, a half-naked Caitlyn was asleep, nose buried in his maroon-striped, cologne-scented pillows. Their sex earlier this afternoon had been surprisingly violent — it was the first time she'd ever cuffed him to the bed.
But this time he intended to take things sweet and slow. Wine, candlelight. The ballads from the Noxian opera Demetrius & Caelyn playing softly in the background.
He hummed a ballad to himself as he walked back, passing Zyra in a neon blue bikini that clashed with her leafy appendages, just soaking up the rain with a blissful smile on her face.
Wait. Does she ever wear clothes any other time? He wondered. What the fuck?
Then he lost himself in the Noxian melody.
CAELYN: My heart lies within your palm. Take it, I beg, my greatest gift to you — yours to keep or shatter, both. This I swear, the fire's oath.
Jayce paused. Damn. The Noxians really are weird.
He pushed the door to the Ivory Quarters open. Diana was curled up in a plushy black recliner, the long history of the Solari open on her lap. She nodded to him as he passed, and Jayce found himself admiring her thick thighs. He forced himself to stop.
Come on, Jayce. Two more steps. You can do this.
He opened the door to his half-lit suite and called mockingly, "Honey, I'm home!"
"Quit that." Caitlyn appeared in the entrance to his room, leaning against the doorway. Her chestnut hair was freshly washed and fell past her breasts. She was in her favorite underwear — Jayce's too. A soft, white lacy pair as fragile as feathers. She squinted at him. "Is that food?"
"Not yet. Go lay back down."
She ignored him as he laid out the ingredients, got a pot of water to boil. She pressed her bare breasts against his side, grinning, as he sliced the tomatoes. "No time to waste."
"Are you on the case?" Jayce muttered sarcastically. The water was taking forever to boil, and Caitlyn was kneading his erection. His hips were still a bit sore from earlier, but the pain was sweet. He stifled a moan as she teased the tip of his dick through his jeans. "You're going to make me burn something."
"I don't really mind." She squeezed his shaft, and he gasped.
"Cait — I was trying to be romantic. Don't women always complain that guys aren't romantic?"
She didn't answer, instead shoving him against the wall. She pulled his rain-damp hands to her ass and made him squeeze her firm cheeks. He lifted her upwards so that the warmth radiating from her underwear was directly over his cock. He thought dimly that he was falling into her warm amber eyes
She winked playfully. "Kiss the cook, right?"
"I gue —"
She didn't let him finish.
Neither did the smoke alarm.
WHEEP WHEEP WHEEP
Caitlyn stumbled backwards, knocked into the pan handle. The Defender, for all his brains, had forgotten to put the handle to the side. The hot water spilled onto the stove with a blistering crackle, then spattered around his feet. He leapt backwards with a cry of surprise. Within moments, the Summoners' Safety Squad charged into the suite, long, snaking water hose upraised.
They stared at Jayce's mussed hair and Caitlyn's disheveled near-nudity and began to laugh.
"Ez, slow down!"
"This is a very serious matter."
"Why?" Ryland panted, brushing his black hair out of his face.
"Hello?" Ezreal whirled to stare at him. "Your girlfriend is fucking someone else and you don't care?"
"Um." Ryland remembered, briefly, the Summoner named Verenia he and Katarina had shared not too long ago. Or rather, they had shared him. Katarina had made the gorgeous purple-eyed Zaunian girl deep-throat him, pushing on the back of her throat and watching Ryland bite his lip to keep from moaning. Kat tickled him whenever he moaned.
"Ryland? Did I lose you?" Ezreal's blue eyes glittered with worry.
"Wh — no. Not a Fugue. Just — Kat's Noxian, and I —"
"Shhh." Ezreal clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him beside his and Lux's bedroom door. "Quiet."
You want us to sneak up on them? He thought to Ezreal with a grimace.
Duh. We've got to catch them in their natural habitat. Like animals. The idea filled him with unwholesome excitement.
Ryland groaned softly as Ezreal threw open the door.
But Lux and Kat were fully clothed, sitting next to one another, glossy fashion magazines open to the ball gown sections spread across their laps. Lux's headband was slightly mussed, but other than that, they were fine. They looked up at Ezreal and Ryland calmly.
"Yes?" Lux asked politely.
"Weren't you two just having sex?" Ezreal's eyes narrowed.
Straight to the point, as always. Ryland shook his head. Sometimes he wished the Explorer was slightly more tactful.
"Who, me? No. Of course not." Katarina's voice dripped sarcasm. Ryland scowled at her, and she scowled right back.
"Ezreal." Lux's eyes widened. "Why would I ever do such a thing? I would never."
"Really?" Ezreal nibbled his thumbnail and glanced at Ryland. "That's interesting. I must've had one hell of a hallucination, then."
"It's possible. There's been something pretty strange in the air lately." Katarina shot a pointed look at Ryland, who flinched backwards.
Why are you looking at me?
You look delicious.
Um. Ryland looked down at his clothes. Standard healer attire — a white shirt, dark jeans. Plain and comfortable. Thanks?
Ezreal cleared his throat. "Want to go get a root beer float, Lux? I know it's raining, but I can find us an umbrella."
"Sure!" Lux got to her feet, bright-eyed. Katarina was right. Sex really did fix everything. She giggled as she took Ezreal's wrist. Her smile brightened even more when he nuzzled her cheek, paused, then nipped her jaw.
"Ahem," Ryland coughed. Oh my gods. What have I done?
"Oh, sorry. Come on, Lux." Ezreal wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her close. "You smell really nice. Like — is that cinnamon?"
Lux's cheeks flushed brilliantly. It was Kat's perfume. "Maybe."
Ryland watched the pair of them leave, then turned back to Katarina. Her eyes were already gleaming. He resigned himself to the inevitable seduction, if her rough hands and almost-frantic kisses could be called that.
"Kat? What was that?"
"The princess needed some love."
"Why's she pretending it didn't happen?"
"She's trying to be mysterious." Kat winked. "I loosened her up for him."
"Ugh." Ryland shook his head as Katarina neared him and kissed his throat. He could smell Lux on her and hated it. It had to be a genetic thing — Noxian and Demacian. "That's disgusting."
"Oh, hush. You're just jealous." She kissed him eagerly, showing none of the restraint she had with Lux. Ryland didn't flinch when she bit his bottom lip, or when she sank her teeth into the delicate spot beneath his jaw. She had to bite deeply enough to draw blood before he sighed and shifted his body to accommodate her curves.
Something about Ryland drove her absolutely crazy. She was infamous for never dating a guy for more than a month, and here she and Ryland were, half a year and still going strong. She bit him again, then sucked the skin until he shivered.
"Stop it. I have healer stuff to do."
"Mhm. Not until I say you do." She led him to the bed.
"Wait. Kat. Isn't this Lux and Ezreal's room?"
"So?" She straddled him, squeezing her thighs together atop his bony hips, running her delicate fingertips up and down his shaft until he was swollen and hard.
He sighed deeply, buried his face in Ezreal's pillow. I just want to cuddle.
"Shut the fuck up." She slapped him.
"I didn't say any —"
"Shhhhh." She kissed him, jammed her tongue deep into his warm, unresisting mouth, enjoying the feeling of him writhing beneath her. Sex made him uncomfortable, no matter how much of it they had. She'd asked him about it one time and heard him mutter Oliver under his breath. Whoever that guy was, she owed him a beer for making Ryland so sweet and gentle. "You know you like it."
He shuddered as she unzipped his fly and wrested his cock from his jeans. He was so long. And thick. It was perfect. She sucked on it, her tongue playing across the head of his throbbing dick, relishing the sweetness. Every part of him was sweet.
He tried to lose himself in the pleasure, but the bitter scent of Lux's sex was distracting him. That, and the concern in Ezreal's blue eyes. I hope I'm not messing anything up. Peoples' emotions are bad things to play with.
"Pay attention." Kat gazed at him. Her eyes were huge and dark. Outside, thunder cracked loudly. "You know you're the only guy geeky enough to get his dick sucked and still think?"
"I'm not a geek." He tried to bury his face deeper in Ezreal's pillow, but she grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her.
"Yes you are. You're pathetic."
"Stop it." He shivered as she squeezed him. He watched her delicate fingers slide down his length, then back up again. He felt his face warm.
"Useless," she purred. Her tongue lapped his earlobe. She only brought out the insults when he was being bad — not paying attention, not being obedient. He struggled briefly, then succumbed to her. He gritted his teeth when she rubbed her sex against him. She did so, slowly, inexorably, until he was moaning behind tightly closed lips. "Mhm."
I still just want to cuddle, Ryland thought distantly. But Kat had a way of making people lose their trains of thought. Kat pulled her pants off and pushed him deep inside of her, sliding down his dick until their bare stomachs met.
She knew he wanted her to be gentle, so sometimes she was. She kissed him lightly, over and over again, until his moans rivaled the thundering rain.
Soraka and Sona leaned against Ezreal and Lux's door and pressed their ears to it. Their eyes met, gold to deep brown.
She's hurting him, Sona thought and went to open the door. Soraka grabbed her elbow and firmly shook her head.
We must let nature take its course.
Yes, but must it be that loud? Sona thought to herself. She felt lust burn her own cheeks and fought it down. She thought the most perverse part of it all was how Kat showed off.
There was no need to make the others jealous.
