DISCLAIMER - This chapter contains alcohol, drug use, and an explicit sex scene. You have been warned

The elegant top made a soft thud as Caitlyn threw it against her lavender couch in exasperation, surveying the mess her living room had been left in today. Petals of an unidentified pale flower had been strewn over her coffee table in a disjointed spiral pattern, with the familiar mechanical trap in its center. Sighing as she dropped her businesslike manner whilst in her own home, she haphazardly kicked her heavy boots off to fill up her kettle for some tea. Grabbing her dustpan on the way back from the kitchen, she quickly swept away the display on her table and took in the state of the rest of the room.

It had been 2 weeks since the peculiar gunslinger, who later she learned was simply named Jhin, had been assigned to stay in her quarters pending the completion of his own accommodation. The new year had seen more delays in extending the champions apartments, resulting in a shortage upon the new champion's arrival. The man had never failed to make Caitlyn uneasy from their first meeting upon the Fields of Justice, and even more so upon the High Councillor arranging a more formal introduction. Whilst the Councillor explained the residential situation, further discussing Caitlyn's apartment being large enough to house 2 people temporarily due to her status, Jhin's unsettling mask seemed to be constantly smirking at her discomfort all the while spinning his odd pistol around his slender fingers. Caitlyn attempted to ignore him as he absentmindedly wandered around the Councillor's office humming, although she sensed his golden eye never leaving her face.

Jhin had attempted mild conversation during their short walk back to the champion's apartments, although Caitlyn guessed he was seeking to make her feel uncomfortable. She responded stiffly, keeping her eyes forward, in her consistent businesswoman tone. Receiving no reaction, Jhin gave a short chuckle at the end of a short riposte at the Sherriff about the lack of meaning to her seemingly endless supply of ammunition her rifle carried. She didn't respond and he ceased his intrusions, remaining content with humming his peculiar songs yet again.

The Virtuoso had taken residence in her lounge room upon her favourite couch, and within days it had become only what could be described as the artist's studio. Caitlyn consistently returned to her home from her duties and matches to find her living room covered in petals, mismatched gun parts, volatile looking ammunition, and occasionally canvases containing Jhin's latest sick artistry illustrated upon them. He bemusedly stacked them in a corner of the room near here Hextech television when Caitlyn requested that he kept the room neat, although that didn't stop him from leaving the place in his desired chaotic state when the Sherriff wasn't around to tell him otherwise.

Upon returning the room to her preferred condition of perfect tidiness, Caitlyn slipped her tight black dress from her shoulders and revelled in the feeling of cold air upon her pale skin. She loved the cute blushes and flustered appearance of Vi when she dressed in such way, but that didn't make the attire any less… claustrophobic. Folding the garment nearly and returning it to her wardrobe, she mused over how the first date with the Enforcer had unfolded. She had never considered the possibilities of dating a woman, but Vi's adorable shyness in attempting to ask her out recently had piqued her curiosity on the matter and she had agreed to a quiet dinner at the end of the week. The normally strong and brusque woman blushed like a teenage schoolgirl the entire night, extracting many girlish giggles from the older Sherriff and relaxing her normally stiff personality with her colleague.

She wandered into her room as the kettle begun to boil to find something more comfortable to sleep in, wondering where her impromptu flatmate would be at this time of night. Jhin's asymmetrical and inconsistent fashion sense matched perfectly with his chaotic schedule, as the artist was absent until the early hours or the morning or humming and hypnotically tapping to the small gramophone he'd previously unloaded onto Caitlyn's coffee table. This behaviour had woken Caitlyn up many a time in their brief time living together, but the hypnotic violin and eerie ambience of Jhin's music was oddly soothing and she quickly fell into dreams of red flowers of curious white expanses.

She quickly learned to relax around the strange man however, for she couldn't afford to be on edge if they were to live together. Often she and Jhin would find a mutual topic of interest in the few times Caitlyn's consistent and well planned schedule matched up with the flights of Jhin's fancy, bringing her to one particular conversation they had yesterday before she retired to bed.

She had been sitting at the table with her famous rifle dismantled in front of her, performing her routine maintenance and check she partook in every night. Jhin was seated on the couch across from her, pressing lead and gunpowder into his hand-crafted pistol shells with a small ammunition press he procured from his many cases of luggage. Caitlyn was shooting inquisitive glances at the artist, as during this process was the only time the man wasn't dancing, singing or attempting to knock things over for some reason or another. His silence stood out to her, the rhythmic click – thud as each bullet was pressed into the ornate shell drawing her attention away from the cleaning of her rifle barrel. Jhin's singular golden eye flicked towards her briefly before he let out a gentle chuckle, in the manner he usually reacted to anything the Sherriff did while around him.

"Curious…?" he mused lightly, carefully placing a much larger and more ornately engraved shell next to the other three that had been precisely arrange in front of him.

"Why does your pistol only hold 4 shots? I mean I've seen magazine weapons have vastly more ammunition capacity, and considering the calibre of your shots there should be plenty of space in a bigger magazine. And you've loaded the last shot in the magazine with more gunpowder and are using a much larger bullet head…" Caitlyn stopped herself before she blurted out a further stream of questions, ever embarrassed of her giddy interest in firearms. Fortunately, Jhin replied without snidely commenting on her flustered behaviour.

"Well… where's the drama in that?" he drawled as he slowly fed the shells he'd prepared into a waiting magazine, pausing and picking up one of the larger and more intricate shells. "You'd know more than anyone darling, considering you were the first to see it… don't you remember the euphoria before one of these took you?"

Caitlyn flinched slightly as she remembered her first match against the gunslinger. He appeared to… dance as he unloaded each magazine, usually laughing manically or panting harshly before firing the fourth and final shot, the 4 shots guiding his lanky gait through the hypnotic rhythm before he was required to reload. Caitlyn had no explanation for this behaviour at the time, but it seemed that the artist had some interest in conversing about himself.

"Each bullet is a piece of my soul. Each shot, is a piece of me…" he almost whispered as he stared at the shell in front of him, mesmerized. Caitlyn found herself having a similar reaction. The shell was obviously handmade, intricately engraved with four red strokes painted on its length. She loved her weapon, but the attraction was always a means to an end. Her rifle was a tool of justice, an instrument of the law for her to condemn criminals in her occupation. 'The importance of the shot to him is… the shot itself?' her mind wondered, not realising the artist's golden eye was now fixed on her.

"I could ask the same question. Why does this… ineloquently large rifle appeal to you with its endless blasting?" he chuckled, slamming a shining white magazine into his pistol. Caitlyn returned to her work on her dismantled rifle barrel, teasing Jhin by not falling for his bait.

"Oh, point it at the baddies, pull the trigger. Nothin' much more to it." she replied, smirking at the artist as she sighted down the barrel to check the rifling.

"All lacking in meaning or artistry." Jhin sighed sarcastically, as he stood up from the couch and dusted the remaining gunpowder off his slender hands, eliciting a dangerous look from Caitlyn. Chuckling quietly yet again, he gathered his ammunition paraphernalia and unceremoniously dumped it in the awaiting trunk at the foot of the couch. Caitlyn flinched again. 'I'm beginning to understand the man, but why has he got to be so disorganized?'

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Caitlyn spent the next month becoming more and more intrigued by the virtuosic gunslinger. Her interest eventually led her to explore the man's file in her police records, as she had heard the artist's previous performances usually involved… more unsettling details. Jhin had nothing on her file as being in Piltover ever, but they had reports of many visits and offenses in both Ionia and Noxus. Especially in Ionia, were many accounts of grisly murder involving the victim's bodies being arranged into elaborate poses and decorations before being left in major population centres. His criminal record was previously wiped clean upon being cornered by the Ionian government, given the choice to represent his region in the League of Legends or be imprisoned. A wise ultimatum, Caitlyn mused, as combat talent such as what Jhin possessed shouldn't go to waste, providing his instability could be contained.

Jhin seemed to be enjoying the time he spent in the League however, as he went about his matches applying his notorious artistry in all its grandiose glory. Caitlyn saw that Jhin excelled in his matches, perfectly outmanoeuvring his opponents with his mix of carefully planned traps and accurate shots and unpredictable patterns. She came to love watching the Virtuoso do what he called 'perform', his rhythm and poise mesmerising her as she attempted to stay one step ahead of the cackling marksmen. Caitlyn was guessing he was enjoying their free time too, spending time talking about guns in her apartment, watching him make her strange Ionian delicacies with a giddy fervour, dancing by himself at absurd hours in the morning to his previous works.

Jhin was currently participating in 5 consecutive matches that night, due to his exceptional performance in battle, so Caitlyn was having a night in by herself. Seated by herself on the couch with her favourite cup of tea, she spied the edges of Jhin's paintings that he haphazardly crammed into the corners of her apartment. 'Surely he won't mind if I take a peek..? Well, considering how he's got them strewn all over the bloody apartment half the time anyway he can't be too protective', she wondering as she carefully placed her teacup down upon the thankfully clean coffee table and wandered over to the artist's collection. Gently pushing her raven hair behind her ear, she picked up two of the smaller canvases and begun to pore over the designs painted upon them. The simplest were stark white canvases punctuated by a single exquisite rose dripping blood, the most complicated were like the visions of a madman. Vibrant colours intermingled with dismembered, unrealistically proportioned bodies mired in asymmetrical designs.

Caitlyn's exploration into the craftsman's mind was cut short by her apartment door being unceremoniously thrown open, the man himself sliding in without his usual flourish. Jhin appeared visibly drained as he threw his gun barrel from his belt upon the mess of personal belongings in the corner, his cream robe joining it shortly thereafter before falling into the couch with a soft thud and a hearty sigh. During this time Caitlyn stood by the table, nervously clutching the paintings as she wondered if her intrusive would be taken negatively by the artist. Jhin massaged his right hand absentmindedly as he nodded in her direction.

"Didn't think you had an interest." he said lightly, his voice noticeably strained departing from his normal condescending tones. Caitlyn placed the paintings lightly down upon Jhin's pile of items carefully and returned to the couch beside him, daintily picking up her nearly cold tea once more.

"I have been curious… and I can't say their displeasing. Not that I'm any closer to understanding any of it." She spoke quickly. "Matches take too much out of you today? I was beginning to think you never tired."

Jhin appeared to work a kink out of his neck with his left hand while waving her off with his right. "Unfortunately still victim to boundaries of the flesh darling.", he sighed. Caitlyn smiled and sipped her tea, her smile turning to a grimace at the unsettling lukewarm taste. Emitting an annoyed sound of distaste, she stood up to empty her teacup in disappointment as Jhin spoke up again. "Say if you had more of an interest… I am attending a… production abroad on tomorrow's evening. A prestigious event, arranged by a contact of mine." Caitlyn's concerned expression was quickly acknowledged by a quiet chuckle from the artist. "And don't worry.", he drawled. "No murder."

Caitlyn turned on her heel into the kitchen to face away from Jhin as she busied herself with emptying the teacup, considering his offer. It was true she had no further matches or duties to attend to after tomorrow afternoon, but the confronting style of entertainment and visceral nature of Jhin's interests had her feeling uneasy to say the least. Yet she couldn't help the small tug on her mind, the tug of morbid fascination, leading her curious mind to let the artist sweep her away into his world. Before she could deliberate further, she turned on her heel again to face the virtuoso.

"If I were to attend… what am I to expect?" she said quickly, attempting to remain as business like as possible. Jhin chuckled as he lightly fingered his pistol.

"Dear, that would ruin the experience."

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The tightfitting black dress clung closely to Caitlyn's slender body as she impatiently crossed her legs across the couch, tapping her fingers upon her smooth exposed skin as her patience grew thinner by the minute. 'Didn't he say 9? I'm sure he said we would leave at 9.' Glaring at the grandfather clock by her television she counted the seconds until 9:30, just as the door banged upon heralding Jhin's usual ostentatious arrival.

"My my darling you look exquisite." Jhin commented quietly as Caitlyn stood up in her rage, revealing her smooth legs accented by the slit along the side of her dress. Her beautiful image was tarnished somewhat by her heavily furrowed eye brows as she brushed off Jhin's compliment before she could blush.

"Do you ever know what time it is? I have been ready for half an hour while you've been doing who-knows-what!" she snapped, her voice laden with annoyance. Jhin chuckled as always.

"My dear, what would the most honoured guest of tonight's menagerie look like panting at the door like a common dog! Our entrance will herald the start of the show.", his excitement prevalent in his voice like a child on Christmas Eve. "At least I gave you time to prepare it seems. I was beginning to think we'd never peel back that… obtuse exterior."

Caitlyn couldn't contain her blush this time as she quickly averted her gaze from Jhin's single eye, immediately feeling exposed before his smirking visage. "You don't need to try and make me feel uncomfortable about it…" her voice quavering as she desperately tried to maintain her professional and safe attitude.

"Marvellously defining your figure… asymmetrically revealing, yet not exuding sultry vulgarity…" he seemed to think out loud, his eye travelled from her single exposed thigh to her modest curvy waist. The attention sparked a pleasurable response within Caitlyn as she brushed the singular bang she had left outside of her ponytail further out of her eye. "An ensemble worthy of your intellect and poise.", the artist finished his assessment as he turned to his belongs and began rummaging throughout the mess.

"As smooth as you think you're acting; I do think we need to get underway. You're boring your date with those sorts of…trivialities." She teased lightly, as Jhin quickly flung off his robe and unbuckled the kinetic acceleration device from his shoulder. Revealing his exquisitely embroidered undershirt, he turned around pulling on the tightfitting cream trench coat he had been searching for. Carefully he pulled the garment's hood over his masked head, fashionably framing his smirking visage in partial darkness. Smoothing the lapels of the expensive clothing item down upon his chest, he snatched up his gun barrel and clicked it rhythmically against the ground as he strode towards his partner for the night. Extending his arm with a flourish he bent his knee slightly and looked up at the raven-haired beauty before him. "Our carriage is soon to depart darling, beg I have your hand?"

Caitlyn couldn't help but blush profusely and smile a very uncharacteristic full smile as she intertwined her bare arm with the artist's slender one. "Lead the way, else I grow bored of your silver tongue".

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Jhin had arranged a carriage to await them at the entrance to the champion's residential building, drawn by two white horses and a silent coachman sat behind the reins, his face obscured by a spiralling black mask. The interior was spacious, and Jhin was quick to procure chilled champagne from a compartment under the seat.

"Do you partake?" he asked as he gathered two dainty champagne flutes from the compartment, uncorking the bottle expertly with his free hand. Caitlyn nodded and accepted the bubbling glass from Jhin as he swiftly drew a golden tube from the folds of his coat, poking it under the bottom of his mask to sip the champagne.

"You've suited your life to living under that mask I see." Caitlyn commented on his behaviour as he drained the champagne.

"Everyone wears a mask dear. You would know better than anyone.", his voice itself seemed to smirk as he quickly refilled his champagne flute.

Caitlyn turned away and pounded her own champagne in an attempt to avoid the artist's comment.

The next half an hour passed quickly for Caitlyn, as she felt more relaxed around Jhin than she ever had before. Maybe it was the copious amounts of champagne they worked through on the ride, or maybe Jhin avidly regaling her with tales of his criminal escapades. He seemed to have dropped his taunting and condescending manner as he drank and talked with her, politely inquiring into her own history and appearing to love the stories of Caitlyn's crime fighting past.

"How ironic you end up drinking with the ilk of those you have always sought to reprimand, while I for once respect a member of an authority usually intent on oppressing my expression.", he mused philosophically, his speech not one bit impeded by the enormous quantity of alcohol he was consuming.

"Oh please, your attitude is highly non-criminal compared to what I deal with. Thugs on a dark path for money and reputation wouldn't be comparable.", she gushed quickly, wishing she could also match Jhin's heavyweight sobriety. She declined to drink anymore as they drew closer to their destination however, remembering the few instances where she let herself drink too much and wishing to retain her dignity in the presence of her distinguished partner. The carriage drew to a halt with a small jolt as Jhin placed his glass down and turned to her.

"Before we move forward you will have to put this on.", he said in a gentle tone, pulling a carved mask from his coat place it on Caitlyn's knee. It was an exquisitely made half-mask, with a carved rose sprouting from above the left eye. "This is a masked ordeal to heighten the atmosphere of the production, and I do think that colour is gorgeous with your hair". The mask was an iridescent purple, shifting and changing like liquid as Caitlyn moved it in the dim light of the carriage.

"This is beautiful…" she sighed, marvelling at the mask's simplistic design. "Did you make this for me?"

"In a few hours after you accepted my offer to come here. Simplistic by my tastes but I'll take from your face you approve.", Jhin replied, the businesslike tone in his voice returning when talking about his artistic pursuits. Caitlyn gently slipped the masked over her head and fastened to clasp below her ponytail before turning to the artist.

"You complete the picture darling." Jhin nodded in approval.

He quickly threw the doors open, jumping out to extend the steps before offering his hand to a slightly wobbling Caitlyn. She accepted as graciously as she could, balancing on her heels as she took in the scene she had stepped into.

They appeared to be standing in an old forest, the tree trunks huge and widely spaced to accommodate the twenty or so people milling around the scene. Soft orange lanterns hung from the many branches, giving the place an eerie light as Caitlyn tried to focus on the silhouettes before her. Jhin walked to the front of the carriage and deposited a small pouch of coins in the coachman's waiting hands, who nodded and spurred his horses into action. The people appeared to be lining up at a massive hollowed tree, with a carved door in the huge trunk emitting song music and a gentle glow. An extravagant red carpet extended from the tree, lined by velvet rope to usher the guests in line. Every one of them was dressed lavishly, various masks affixed to their heads.

Jhin coughed slightly and Caitlyn turned to see him offering his arm. Mumbling an apology as she intertwined her arm with his once more, they set off towards the entrance accompanied by the soft thud of Jhin's gun barrel on the earth that he was sporting as a cane. Upon nearing the lines of guests, Jhin cleared his throat loudly. A number of guests at the back of the queue turned to see the source of the sound, immediately stepping back to form a valley upon seeing Jhin's signature mask. He nodded in approval as he strode through the crowd, gently leading Caitlyn as she attracted many a curious stare from the onlookers. Upon reaching the door in the tree they found a man accepting curious tokens from the guests, acting as tickets for the event. The man bowed deeply to Jhin as he let them pass immediately, Jhin strutting past offering no acknowledgment. The man's self-entitlement bordered on arrogance, but she couldn't help but notice the respect the man demanded just upon recognizing his mask. And she reminded herself that she was attached to his arm.

A set of winding stairs led them underground into a softly lit room, very large considering it had been built through the roots of the tree underground. More lanterns in all the colours of the rainbow hung from the ceiling, some illuminated by flitting fireflies. Scantily clad men and women wearing extravagant masks worked their way throughout the growing crowd with platters of cocktails, champagne, and finger foods for the guests. All the while a four-piece band was arranged in the corner playing peculiar instruments in an eerily ambient arrangement to four dancers performing on a slightly elevated stage. Caitlyn couldn't tell where one woman's limbs ended and another's started in the dim light as they twisted and tangled in an unsettlingly fascinating routine. Her thoughts were however interrupted by a soft voice calling her name. She turned to find Jhin offering her a blue cocktail whilst sipping his own through the golden straw.

"This is only the first room in this event, we can wander through at your leisure until the main event commences. There is much more to see." He said as he extended his hand. Caitlyn took his hand without hesitation yet again as he led her through carved archways and underground tunnels into the mysteries beyond.

For the next couple of hours her hand rarely left Jhin's as they watched strange silent drama plays, sensual dances, and dark silhouettes arranged on displays of glowing mushrooms, contorted sculptures of gnarled trees and landscapes, all contained within the underground network of the forest. Jhin remained mostly silent throughout the events, focusing on the displays, occasionally thanking Caitlyn for another drink she got for him from the serving men and women. Caitlyn was enjoying herself vastly more than she thought, considering her previous mild curiosity. She became enraptured by many of the rooms they went through, requiring impatient tugs on her arm from Jhin who swiftly become bored with each proceeding. The same eerie tunes followed them from various bands throughout every room, each group playing in perfect synchronicity with those in the next room. He was also eliciting many revered stares from the masked patrons, as well as envious looks due to the purple masked beauty on his arm. Caitlyn learned her favourite drinks from the concoctions being brought around by the servers, eventually learning the regular masks and chatting with those she recognized. She was of course very careful to not reveal her identity, as everyone in the venue appeared to adhere to the rules of anonymity.

Carefully measuring the amounts she was drinking, Caitlyn managed to not embarrass herself with the amount of alcohol she was consuming. Rather she was maintaining a pleasant feeling of drunken buzz that was enabling her to relax and have a great time. While walking through a huge room that had been set up to appear like a fantasy forest, complete with pixie sculptures and huge mushroom houses, she received a small tug on her arm.

"The climax of the night is drawing near darling." He said quietly in her ear. Caitlyn smiled, the artist's usually flattering silver tongue working its magic on her in her inebriated state. She accepted being led into the next room, finding a large number of people gathered as the music throughout the massive tunnel system cease peacefully. The same scantily clad men and women who previously served them drinks came from the doors, carrying what appeared to be empty platters throughout the crowd. The masked men and women appeared to take something off the platter and put it into their mouth quickly before resuming chatting to those near. Jhin stopped one of the women and Caitlyn saw that many of what appeared to be small squares of paper had been arranged. He took 2 and nodded to the girl who went on her way to the other guests.

"The event requires that you take this for the full effect. You won't be forced to do anything but if you decline we will have to depart at once.", Jhin told her, his voice flat with a hint of concern. Caitlyn's stomach knotted as she realised what Jhin was asking her to do. The change in her emotions was evident on her face, because Jhin reached up and stroked her cheek gently.

"I can assure you it is nothing dangerous. It's required for this performance however." He said soothingly.

Caitlyn stared at the white square intently, mixed emotions wrestling within her head. She felt Jhin's eye upon her as she tried to calm down. Maybe it was the alcohol already in her system, maybe the euphoria of the artistic performances she had seen encouraged her, or maybe the mask upon her face gave her confidence that no one knows what she would be doing, but she nodded. Or her growing emotions of wanting to be closer to the artist himself, to understand him and his world.

"Put this under your tongue and wait for it to dissolve. Then try to relax and keep your heart rate down, doing this for the first time might put undue stress on you. Try and keep your mind clear and wait for the performance to begin." He instructed carefully, delicately placing the square upon her hand. Caitlyn placed the substance under her tongue like he instructed quickly, before her rational mind could convince her otherwise.

The party progressed as it had before while Caitlyn tried to forget what she had just done. The music returned but at a much lower tempo as the guests milled about chatting, although no one was drinking or eating anymore. A slight fluttery feeling made its way into her extremities, although she hypothesized that it was either tiredness or alcohol. She could however sense Jhin's eye on her a lot more, and catching him a few times finding his unreadable mask staring at her she wondering if he was checking to see if she was alright.

Very soon the dancing started again after the music became gradually faster and more aggressive, the dancer's motions matching the mood perfectly. Caitlyn became enraptured by the performance, stuck in once place absorbed in their movements. Loosing track of time, her stupor was broken by a tap on the shoulder by Jhin.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly. "You haven't moved in several minutes." Caitlyn broke from her daze, attempting to focus on Jhin's smirking mask but finding her vision contorting and blurring the features.

"I can't… see you… properly…" she tried to say, reaching a hand towards his mask.

"Just wait, you're nearly there love." He whispered quietly in her ear.

Over the next few minutes Caitlyn's mood and behaviour changed dramatically with what she was seeing and feeling. The dances became more and more aggressive as the music got faster, her vision blurring into colours and shapes she had never thought possible. She was overcome by an intense feeling of euphoria, she wanted to run, she wanted to dance, to laugh at the world with her new eyes. She observed the other guests were being overcome with the same feeling, many beginning to run to other rooms or dance vigorously with the music. Her impulses quickly led her to break away from Jhin, who was dancing hypnotically to the performers in their room, as she followed her instinct to run through the rooms.

She eventually found herself hours (or was it seconds?) later after her blurred adventures lying in the forest display, long ago losing her high heels as she ran. The world was alive around her, brought to life by the performances and the substances flowing through her. The walls laughed as she tried to focus on their grinning faces, idly stroking the grass she sat upon as she rested her tired legs. The crown had seemingly emptied out by this time as the display she was in was empty, the music faded away at some time she couldn't possibly pinpoint. She let her body fall back, feeling as light as a feather, as she sprawled across the soft ground staring at the huge fluorescent mushroom sheltering her. A familiar voice, however contorted by her mind, broke through her deluded visions as she sat up.

"Miss Chapman? The production is over; we can leave when you are able." Jhin said as he walked over, his mask a rapid hallucination spiralling inwards to Caitlyn's altered vision. She loved looking at him in that moment, his tall slender physique, his distinguished way of carrying himself. She didn't want to take her eyes off him as she patted the ground lightly next to her, hoping he would join her.

Jhin gave his infamous light chuckle as he lay down next to her under the enormous mushroom, searching her face to see if she was still under the effects of the drug.

"You will start to come down soon. I'm sure we could sleep here if you are comfortable however." He muttered in her ear. Caitlyn couldn't take her eyes of him. She wanted to feel him, to grip him and have him close. Without warning she rolled over on top of him and buried her face in his smooth neck.

"I think I… finally feel what you feel when you talk about that what you love… and… I want to feel it more…" Caitlyn breathed, her fuzzy head forming disjointed sentences to the best of her ability. She began to kiss the only part of him she could due to his obscured face, as she attacked his neck vigorously with her tongue. He made no move to resist, gently placing his gloved hand on the back of her neck to guide her ministrations.

"Caitlyn…" he said delicately, for he rarely used her first name to address her. "Your mind is still clouded I can see…" he was interrupted by Caitlyn pushing her pelvis against him with more force as she moaned gently into his neck. Stopping for a moment, she looked up at Jhin's golden eye registering the uncharacteristic concern from the normally condescending and cold man. Her vision spiralled slightly as she rallied her limbs, pressing her hand into Jhin's waist.

"I want to share what I feel… and feel what you feel…" she whispered, her speech becoming clearing as her body relaxed and came down for her ecstatic high, although her flaring emotions still threatening to boil over. She sat up upon Jhin's body quickly, her arms scratching at her back trying to find the zip of her luscious dress before soft gloved hands stopped her.

"Please" he almost whispered. "Let me."

Caitlyn sighed as his hand found the small zipper and brought it down with agonising slowness, the dress parting from her shoulders and letting the cool air touch her skin. She laid her torso back down upon Jhin's chest and lifted her lower half up slightly, hooking the dress beneath her shaking fingers and pulling it over her shapely bottom before being shaken off by her legs. She laid atop Jhin in her lavender coloured underwear, continuing her ravishing of the only piece of skin she could get to.

Jhin lightly tapped her to let him sit up, slowly peeling his trench coat and purple undershirt off before her. The man was slender, but wiry, his muscles tightly packed across his tall frame making his body feel like a writhing snake. He reached up and gently removed the half mask Caitlyn still had on her face, and whispered in her ear.

"Close your eyes"

Caitlyn complied without question, as she heard a small rustle before unnaturally soft lips connected with hers in a rush of lust and emotion. After recovering from her initial surprise she returned the kiss with intense force, her tongue finding its way into the unseen mouth before her. Impossible shapes and the remains of vibrant colours played upon her tightly closed eyelids, the remains of the substance playing with her mind as she gave her body over to desire. The lips pulled away from her face as she felt hands gently pushing her backwards, falling onto the soft grass on her back. Her eyes opened on instinct and she saw a silhouette looming in front of her with the lantern being their only source of light behind his head, making his features impossible to discern. She shut her eyes swiftly as he had instructed before now un-gloved hands began to roam her smooth stomach and thighs. She sighed deeply, pushing her throbbing sex up into the air as she desperately tried to make contact with something, anything. She laughed in joy as her front-clasp bra was quickly removed and a soft mouth attacked her modestly sized breasts.

Caitlyn was not a particularly well toned or curvy woman but the hands exploring every part of her physique made her feel beautiful, every inch of her breasts being licked and nibbled with great expertise. Slender fingers subtly traced the line down between her slender thigh and pubis, inching agonising closer to her covered yet quickly moistening nether regions. Her hands reached down to attempt to pull the undergarment off, but found them pinned beside her immediately as the unseen mouth assaulting her chest began to travel downwards towards her stomach.

She moaned loudly and bucked her hips again, the emotions of need within her threatening to be set free. The hands gently removed her panties without hesitation, and the now familiar tongue began to lap at her closely shaven hair. Caitlyn had always kept the area neat for no reason other than personal hygiene, but was now glad the area was free of obstructions for her lover to explore. The tongue gave an exploratory lick to her dripping nether lips, causing a sharp intake of breath, as Jhin's tongue slipped inside her gently. Her emotions and lust burst out of her in a throaty moan, bucking her hips towards his mouth as she was overcome by need. Time was still an unknown concept to her as Jhin pleasured her with his mouth.

Caitlyn came over and over from the man's ministration, losing track of the exact number due to her addled senses. A few curious glances downwards revealed to her the short cut bleached hair she had seen on the unmasked parts of his face, and one eye scarred completely shut while the other searched her face and body for more ways to grant her pleasure. The few times she made eye contact with the gleaming golden orb made her immediately shut her eyes again, afraid of Jhin's reaction if his desire to keep his face hidden was intruded upon. Not that Caitlyn could keep her eyes open for long anyway, as she screwed her eyes up tight for another orgasm to wrack her convulsing body.

His mouth slowly extracted for her vagina and Jhin straightened up on his knees, the light making his face a dark silhouette once more. Caitlyn recovered quickly and shuffled forward, grabbing the front of his pants in a desperate display of carnal lust. She needed to feel him, her tortured sex telling her she needed to be filled. She practically tore the buttons of the purple pants as they slipped away easily, revealing Jhin's already erect nearly 8-inch cock. She drew herself up to his face and wrapped her arms around his back, falling backwards and bringing him with her down on to the grass.

"Please… I need you to feel me… I can return what you've done for me…" She breathed huskily attempting grind against Jhin's naked body. He seemed frozen on top of her, she heard his ragged breathing in her ear as he seemed to contemplate an external struggle. But just as Caitlyn's quickly sobering mind was becoming concerning he quickly buried himself deep inside the Sherriff using her waiting guiding hand.

Caitlyn screamed, her emotions of carnal lust tearing from her throat as the virtuoso pushed deeper. She was being broken in two right down the middle, her mind going numb with warm feeling of a man making love to her. Just as she thought her mind was going to break Jhin began slowly pulling out of her, before roughly slamming her back into the grass with meaty slap. Caitlyn uncontrollably babbled requests for more as Jhin built up a steady rhythm, never relenting on his apparent mission of burying himself completely inside her constantly. Her legs cross tightly behind his buttocks as the lovers consummated faster and faster, Caitlyn's sporadic screams becoming a constant husky moan into Jhin's ear as he ravished her.

Her sense of discernible time was beginning to return to hers Jhin groaned his loudest, pulling himself out of Caitlyn's sore pussy with a lewd wet sound. A hand pulled her hair roughly as his cock spewed its payload over Caitlyn's pale stomach, the warm liquid covering her up to her sore and stinging nipples. Caitlyn revelled in the sticky feeling of her lover's release, feeling her head fall back. The last thing she saw before exhaustion overtook her was the underside of the great glowing mushroom, dancing slowly to the ecstatic rhythm of her mind.

-Author's Notes-

Whew sorry about the absurd length but I really loved writing this first chapter. Apologies for the awkwardness of my lemon writing as I'm not very practiced in the area. I hope you agree with my more softened version of Jhin's personality and thank you once again for reading!

Thanks to the folks that already left reviews and favourites on the prologue chapter, I'll respond to you soon! Expect more from this story in the coming days and weeks :D

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