Quinn - Peace in the Wilderness - M/F with Talon
The winds that drifted over the Noxian border had a chill in their bite and sang whispers of eerie songs through the vale. The grasses on the hillside swayed with the breeze, though their colour was of sable rather than the brilliant emerald of Demacia that she was used to. Quinn watched the horizon warily, checking that no border patrols or lone guards wandered this far up from the main military outpost a few miles north.
Her camp was secluded enough in the dips of the land that she was confident she would remain unseen, but being so close to enemy lines kept her adrenaline up. With military training ticking over in her mind every second, Quinn ensured the perimeter was secure before making any moves or settling down for the night.
She did not feel comfortable being so close to the skyline of Noxus, but her mission required it. Demacia had entrusted the reconnaissance operation to their Wings. Quinn and Valor were the obvious tag team for the task. She didn't want to let Jarvan or her country down and had completed several past assignments with this determination, but this time she found herself struggling to concentrate.
A blue speck soared in the overcast skies ahead, undulating with every flap of its wings. Valor scouted the border from above with a level of precision no ranger on the ground could compete with. His impeccable eyesight coupled with unparalleled speed meant that any precaution could be taken in plenty of time if a threat arose. She was glad to have him with her.
His passing surveillance appeared to be finished as he swooped back her way. Arm outstretched, Valor landed briskly onto Quinn's forearm. She knew his talons were sharp enough to rip through a man's chest and so her armour had been adapted for him to perch upon.
Valor gave a squawk as she nuzzled her finger under his beak.
'Anything to report, Val?' she said. He tilted his feathered head to the side before letting out another caw. 'That's what we like to hear,' she smiled. She scratched his downy chest, letting him tuck his wings around her shoulders.
'I need you to stay up there Val, just for a few more hours. Can't risk missing any of the Noxian squadrons leaving the outpost while I'm down here,' she said. Valor looked displeased at the instruction, taking a peck at her gloved finger under his chin. 'Ow! You cheeky…' She swatted his head away gently. 'You'll be lucky to get any food tonight if you carry on like that.'
She lifted her arm up to the skies and gave him a prod in his back. 'Now, off! We've got a job to do, Val.' The eagle reluctantly found his wings and took off into the air once more, flying back towards the direction she knew the outpost to be.
She waited until he had all but disappeared before making her way back to the makeshift camp she had erected. Her tent was only really large enough for one or two people at a push, which allowed her to carry it in her pack while travelling. Camouflaged against the wilderness, a small campfire was set up next to it, although it was not currently alight as she needed to know that the area was empty before doing so.
With a quick strike of her flint and tinder, she knelt to let the spark pass over the kindling. Blowing gently over the emerging flame, she let it grow into a crackling fire, enjoying the warmth hitting her exposed skin. Moisture lay heavy in the air, but it did not seem to deter the growing campfire.
Satisfied, she went to stand back up until she felt the chill of cold steel on her neck.
'Your attention is not so sharp without that pigeon of yours,' a cold voice said into her ear. She took a quick glance down, noticing it to be an armblade at her throat, surrounded by the dark purple fabric of the assailant's attire.
'And you seem a little preoccupied with your bravado to notice the crossbow at your heart,' she replied. His eyes flicked to the golden crossbow shaped like an eagle's head in her hand, a bolt primed between its risers and aimed at the thin leather covering his chest. He let the blade fall.
She stood up properly, turning to see the hooded figure of a familiar Noxian assassin. 'Du Couteu let you out of her sight then?' she asked, her lips raising in a smirk.
'Wasn't so hard with all the shit the council are dealing with currently. Send my thanks back to the Demacian council for that one,' said Talon, letting his hood slip from his head. The head of roughly cut brown hair was messy and joined by some dark stubble on his jaw. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
'You look well,' she said, still with the smile playing on her face.
'As do you. Is smelling like a dog a requirement for these scouting missions?'
'That's what being so close to Noxus does to a girl,' said Quinn, a glint in her hazel eyes.
Talon's face was hard for a moment, before he soon gave in and began to laugh. He took a quick step forward and took her around the waist, pressing her tightly to his body. His arm sat around her back between the folds of her blue cloak that resembled the feathers of her beloved eagle. She stood up on her tip toes to reach his face, nuzzling her cheek against him briefly before pressing her lips to his. After weeks on the road and alone, she needed the warmth of a human being, doubly glad that the person to fulfil that desire was him. His familiar scent was of smoke and dust, unpleasant to most but one that ignited a sense of solace in her.
'How have you been?' he said quietly into her short brown hair. His head was pressed to the top of hers as her hands came to rest around his shoulder.
'Bored,' she said. 'Demacia seems to have some grand ideas about what General Swain is planning. I'm yet to see any of it. Won't let me back home until I have something to show.'
Talon snorted.
'Let me tell you, General Swain isn't doing much of anything right now. Apart from shouting at everyone and screeching curses at the Lightshield family that is. Noxus couldn't organise its way out of a tavern brawl right now, let alone negotiate a war.'
Quinn chuckled, a sound that was muffled as her mouth was lost in his embrace.
'Jarvan's just paranoid, as are most of the noble houses. Even Fiora and Vayne were in the council chambers when I left. You know it's bad when those two are joining in.'
'Gods, I hate that woman,' said Talon with a huff.
'Fiora?'
'Yeah. Miss "I am an artist with a sword".' Quinn burst into a fit of giggles at his attempt at Fiora's iconic accent. 'Would pay a fine price to have that blade shoved down her throat. Might shut her up for a minute.'
'Try living in the same city as her,' said Quinn.
Their conversation seemed to die as the winds became the only sound filling the air. The sun was beginning its descent beyond the black slate roofs of Noxus' buildings in the distance, and the night's temperature was rolling in.
Quinn took a hold of his hand, pulling away from the outside and towards the mouth of her tent.
'It's warmer in here,' she said, flopping down onto her bedroll.
'Yeah, but it's about the size of a drawer in here,' he said as he ducked his head to avoid the tent's fabric roof.
'Better keep close then,' she said, pulling him roughly by the arm. They began to tumble around together, fumbling to find a comfortable position within the sheets of her bed and the few possessions she had on the floor. Eventually, Quinn landed on her back, with Talon leaning over her, a hand planted next to her ear to support him.
'Hello,' she said at his closeness.
'Thought we were done with pleasantries,' he breathed. He studied her face, complete with flecks of mud from her time in the wilds and a slight cut over one cheek. Her eyes were still as striking as ever to him, and the loose strands of mahogany hair that fell over her face were alluring. He sometimes forgot how beautiful this enemy scout was.
She seemed to tire of his pause and brought her chin up to capture his chapped lips in another kiss. He revelled in the softness and warmth of her mouth, letting his hand wander up one side of her leather jerkin, stopping on her middle.
He leant down, trailing short pecks along the side of her collar and upwards to her neck. He took a bite at her skin, taking the flesh between his teeth with the hope of eliciting some sort of reaction from her. To his displeasure, the move seemed to do nothing for her. He leant back up to look at her face.
'Valor bites harder,' she grinned. 'Have to do better than that.'
He huffed with a deep grumble. Lips pursed, she could see that she had ignited a fire in his eyes from her words. Behind the hard exterior, Talon was gentle and compassionate, but as soon as things starting to stray from going his way, he slipped straight back in to his usual stoic character.
He pulled at her leather chest piece, tugging it over her head, leaving her in her blue robes and bodysuit. He fumbled with the buckles of her cloak, struggling to work out where the intricate material was joined together.
'Why do they make your dress look like an eagle as well? Isn't having Valor enough indication that you like birds? Don't have to dress up as one as well,' he said through a gruff breath. He was becoming irritated, but in a playful way. The way she enjoyed.
'Bit rich coming from a man dressed in a cloak of blades. Isn't having the comically oversized armblade enough to show that you like stabbing people?'
'Cloak serves a purpose,' he muttered, slipping the blue fabric from her shoulders. She sat up, holding his face in her hands. She retook his lips, undoing the clasp around his neck that kept his cloak on, careful that the bladed ends didn't nick her skin.
His mouth impatiently retook its assault on her neck, kissing her white skin with fervour. He tucked his hands beneath the skin-tight purple body suit of hers, enjoying how warm her covered skin was. It peeled from her body like a snake shedding its skin, slipping over her small breasts and baring her top half to him. He threw his undershirt off and embraced her tightly.
His palms began to wander around her midriff, feeling the bumps and dips of her abdominal muscles tight in their place. His fingertips grazed her firm nipples atop the slight mounds of her breasts. While the many women he encountered in Noxus and his travels around Runeterra had breasts of far greater sizes compared to Quinn's, hers were perfectly fitting on her taut body. He wouldn't change them for the world. Her daintiness coupled with hidden strength was part of what he loved about her.
She rose her hips and allowed him to slide the bodysuit down the remainder of her body, revealing her sleek legs in the orange light of the campfire that found its way into the tent. With her totally bared to him, he granted himself a moment to trace the length of her legs, stopping briefly at her hips and the dark patch tucked between her legs, her heaving chest and the shy expression on her cute face.
She leaned her head back, feeling his touch gliding up the inside of her thigh. There was a pause, one where she wasn't sure what to expect next, but a sudden brush of his tongue along the inside of her womanhood brought her attention quickly to what was happening between her legs. He licked and sucked at her opening, never allowing her time to recover before he was on her again. Her pleasure built and her breaths began to catch in her chest with every stroke of his talented tongue. She gave a breathy moan as his passing skimmed her clitoris and beads of sweat formed on her brow at the sensation.
He stopped, pleased with the fact her bent knees were still trembling from his stimulation. Her eyes had closed tightly and her lip was caught between her teeth.
'Still bored?' he heard him whisper into her ear.
'Definitely not,' she panted.
She could feel the hardness of his length prodding at her, the contact only exciting her further. She didn't know when exactly he had discarded the rest of his clothes, but she didn't care as he slowly introduced his member to her folds. With a slow exhale, he was sheathed inside her and her arms quickly came to wrap themselves around his neck and pull him into her face.
He began to thrust slowly, adjusting to her tightness and the dizzying warmth of her vagina. For every time he tried to reach deeper into her passage, he felt her breath leave her chest and lift the wisps of hair behind his ear. Her legs too came up to link behind his back as he continued and she nestled her head into his shoulder. His arms were strong, and she felt totally safe in the loving embrace he was shrouding her in.
As his pace increased, her battle of trying to contain her sounds of pleasure was lost, letting out several wails of desire at the sensations that were coursing within her. His pants too had increased, and she knew he was getting close.
'I can't…' she heard him begin to say, but seemed to run out of air in his lungs. He pulled out of her, taking a hold of his cock in his hand and sending several shots of white seed across her mound and midriff. A few threatened to touch her breasts, but fell just short. Her mouth had fallen open. He collapsed down next to her and she brought her thigh up to sit atop his side as their orgasms left them in weary bliss.
'How long did you tell Valor to stay up there?' he asked breathlessly.
'A few hours,' she said, looking up at him as she hugged his arm. 'When does Katarina expect you back?'
'Long enough away to stay here a little longer.'
'Good,' she said, laying her cheek down on his chest. He brought a hand up to stroke her shoulder length hair and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
Weeks in the wilds had all become worth it for a few moments with him.
I think Quinn's vastly underappreciated amongst the ladies of League. There's something endearing to me about the fact she's just a fairly average Demacian girl. Not trying to be too special. I'm also a fan of Talon/Quinn. They both don't seem to fit that well in their represented city states. Outsiders in love together.
I'm not very good at sticking to my 1,000 word limit, am I? All good for you though! Writing is now officially half my professional life (my part time job's still got to pay the bills sadly) and so I'm working on fanfics and my original works everyday currently, which I'm loving.
Hope you all enjoyed, this was a fun one to write. As always leave suggestions in the reviews, I've been looking at them all.
I'm also probably going to do more than one chapter for certain champions, seeing as I have 3 ideas for Irelia already (I'm in love with Irelia if you didn't know), so don't hesitate to suggest ideas for champions that have already been done.
Enjoy whatever it is you're doing.
Geist
