Alas, chapter 2! Oh glorious~!

Disclaimer is in chapter 1. Leave me alone. Stupid randoms.

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I sat at the edge of my bed, peering down at the two dresses that I pulled out from my closet. One was a normal, strapless, pastel blue, party dress with a white sash and short skirt length while the other was a more risque, black strapless dress with a fitted top and long, flowing, slightly transparent, bottom that was much shorter in the front than the back. "Mother!" I yelled, desperate for her opinion. I waited for her to climb the stairs and enter the room before rambling on about the dinner and then panicking in front of her. My mother threw a pillow at me and told me to calm down. I sat down and shut up.

She pulled out a coin and said, "Heads is the blue dress, tails is the black. I don't want to help you decide."

"Ok..." I watched as she flicked the coin into the air and catch it. I squint my eyes to try to see what she flipped. Mother revealed the coin to me and smiled. Heads. "There's your decision, sweetheart. Now get dressed and remember to ask Prince Jarvan for an autograph for me. Or maybe try to arrange a meeting. I would love to meet him."

"Ok, mother..." I got dressed and brushed my hair. Mother picked out the shoes I were to wear and then rushed me out the door as she told me to have fun. A royal carriage was waiting for me outside. I approached it nervously, wondering if there was someone in the carriage. The carriage door flew open and there sat Garen, in formal wear. I blushed as he helped me into the carriage, my puffy skirt a slight hassle. Garen and I said nothing to each other as the carriage brought us to the palace. We actually didn't say much to each other all evening. Was he mad at me for something?

After dinner, the prince and Garen discussed the national affairs while waiting for dessert. I got up from the table, feeling slightly glum. "Excuse me," I mumbled, excusing myself from he table. I went to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in, sighing. I thought about how dinner was going and what I would say to Garen on our way back. Would it be a weird silence again? Would he yell at me for something? I sighed. Why did I have to be such a coward? Why am I so-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I jumped, startled. "It's occupied." Who was out there? There's so many bathrooms in this place!

"This is Garen. You have been away for quite some time and I was starting to worry. Are you alright, summoner?" Garen frowned. She had been away from the table for way too long. Was she not feeling well?

"I'm fine..."

"You don't sound fine."

"I'm fine." I flushed the toilet to pretend that I was using it. I washed my hands and opened the door to instantly see his well-dressed chest. I looked up at his face.

"Summoner, you are worrying me. What is bothering you?" Garen cupped his summoner's face in his right hand and softened his expression. "Come with me. We shall talk."

"Wait, wh-" I felt myself being lifted from the floor in a flash. I looked around and realized. I was in Garen's arms. He was carrying me. "Wait- Garen! Put me down! This is embarrassing..!"

Garen shook his head. "I apologize but I will not put you down."

I pouted and looked down at my hands, wondering where Garen was taking me. A few seconds later, he set me down at the edge of the bed of one of the guest bedrooms in the palace before shutting the door and locking it. "What are we doing here?"

"We need to talk. You have been distant lately. What is wrong, summoner? Are the words from that scum's rant today affecting you? If it is, do not let it affect you. You and I make a great team." Garen furrowed his brows, anxious to know what was wrong. His favorite summoner wasn't as cheerful as he first met her. She was the most optimistic maiden he had ever met.

I smiled a little, happy to know that he worried about me. It gave me courage to say some things that I have wanted to for a while. "Garen... I'm happy that you're worried. I'm just a little conflicted. I didn't really mind what the summoner said today."

Garen was confused. "What is conflicting you, summoner?"

"Well, for one, you didn't like the outfit I got you. It cost me a lot to get it for you..."

"I do like the outfit, I'm just more accustomed to my usual armor-"

"... and sometimes, you don't have time to be my champion..."

"I am hired by other summoners-"

"... and you don't visit me..."

"That would be weird-"

"... and you didn't talk to me on the way over here..."

"I didn't know what to say, I'm sorr-"

"... and I don't know the policy about summoner-champion relationships... Especially a romantic relationship between you and me..."

"Well, there aren't too many of those poli- Wait, what?"

"... and I don't know how you feel about me..."

"Summoner, wait, wha-"

"... and you've been looking at Katarina so much more now..."

"Hold on, wait. Stop one second, summoner." Garen grabbed his summoner's shoulders and shook her gently. "And no, I do not look at Katarina. That vile woman should be put down." Garen grimaced at the Sinister Blade's name, then looked back down at his summoner. "You have romantic feelings for me?"

"What? I do not. Who said that?" I got nervous, looking away. Garen's hand nudged my face back so that I was looking straight at him.

"You did, indeed. You said it a few seconds ago, summoner. Do not go back on your words, summoner."

"... fine... I did..." I turned my head, looking down at the floor. I felt the heat rising from my body and into my face, turning me beet red from head to toe.

Suddenly, I felt my body jerk towards Garen. Before I knew it, I was in his arms in a tight hug. I looked up at him curiously. The refined, collected Might of Demacia was hiding his face in my hair, hugging me tightly. I could feel his warmth around me. I grabbed the collar to his suit jacket and put my forehead on his broad chest. After a few seconds, he lifted his head and with one hand, lifted mine.

Garen looked at his summoner with eyes of longing. Her small hands grasped at his jacket and her small frame fitting perfectly in his embrace. He tilted her chin up and leaned down, gently touching his lips to hers.

I breathed in sharply as soon as Garen kissed me. Was this real life?! I didn't care. I kissed him back, pressing my lips onto his a little more firmly.

One corner of Garen's mouth went up in a half smile. He opened his mouth a little and licked his summoner's lower lip, silently asking for entrance. When he felt her lips part slightly, he took this chance to wiggle his tongue into her mouth, teasing her tongue and nibbling on her lip. He heard the girl gasp, squirming around a little in his arms. He felt her lean upwards, attracted to his actions. Garen continued to kiss her passionately for a few seconds before breaking the bond and laying his summoner on the bed.

"Garen... Does this mean you like me too..?"

"Hush, summoner." Garen pressed his lips back onto hers. This time, the kiss had a more fiery passion to it, a more violent approach to it. He propped himself up on his left arm while his right hand cupped her face. He brushed away some of the hair that was in her face, getting into her mouth as they continued the war between their tongues. He slowly slid his hand down her neck, onto her bare shoulder. Garen traced her collarbone and broke free from the kiss, with a slightly ragged breath. He kissed his summoner's neck, her shoulder, collarbone, neck, and then a little lower.


Aaaaandd... SCENE.

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