Ezreal unlocked the door to his dormitory room with a loud sigh.

The day had been long and tiring, his body limp and dragging. His eyelids acted as weights, threatening to shut his vision completely as he closed the door to his room behind him, leaning onto the wooden surface with his hand rubbing over his eyes.

Unfortunately for the explorer, he had been chosen as one of the Champions to compete in the Snowdown Showdown, the match on the Rift that was created for pure entertainment. His entire day was spent running about on the icy grounds of the Fields of Justice with minimal breaks.

His body was exhausted.

What he really needed now was sleep.

Then his ears perked at the soft sound of a giggle.

"Welcome home, my little Ezzy…"

His eyes opening warily to be met with a most welcoming sight:

On his bed lay his girlfriend Ahri. She was clad in a black, lacy satin babydoll slip, along with a matching set of lingerie. Lying on her back, her legs were crossed with her arms tantalizingly spread over her head. Her golden eyes sparkled underneath the candlelight of the room, her head tilted to its side.

Contrary to what an ordinary man's reaction would have been like, the explorer shook his head and gave her a weak grin.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?"

Ahri giggled and rolled herself atop the mattress, propping herself up on her arms. Her breasts pillowed themselves beneath her as she tilted her head teasingly at her lover. A finger made its way between her lips as she bit down on it lightly.

"You know hun, the more you complain about it, the more I'm going address you by it…"

At that, Ezreal merely shook his head with a sigh and made his way over to his dresser, stripping himself out of his outerwear. He could feel Ahri's eyes on his back as he turned away to undress. He could practically feel the lust and desire flow from the woman on his bed.

He closed his eyes in frustration.

Of all the nights she could have visited for this, why did it have to be tonight?

As he took off his shirt and threw it aside along with his thick jacket, he heard the mattress squeak, indicating Ahri's friskiness.

He sighed once more.

It had been more than a month since the two had consummated, due to their status of being two of some of the most popular League Champions. As a result, several weeks ago during a brief meeting with his girlfriend, Ezreal (foolishly) promised that he would allow her to visit his room whenever their schedules freed up at the same time.

And so it happened that tonight was when Ahri had time to herself. Or now it seemed time for both of them.

Ezreal could feel the disappointment in Ahri's gaze when he covered his skin with a new shirt, his boxers remaining in place below his hips. It was true that he missed the touch of Ahri's flesh against his, her wild performance during their nightly romps in bed, but tonight he just couldn't exert the energy required for such activities.

As soon as he turned around to face his girlfriend, he closed his eyes with a silent groan.

No gods, please not those eyes. No, godsdammit not those eyes.

Clearing his throat, Ezreal opened his eyes again, wincing once more once they were met with Ahri's pathetic gaze, the look that had won him over in past occasions.

Ahri could sense the forthcoming bad news, and continued with her display, hoping to break down his defenses.

"Look…" Ezreal finally managed to utter, his voice a bit shaky as Ahri began to crawl toward him on the bed below him, her eyes still maintaining their adorable gaze.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.

He closed his eyes to continue,

"…I've had a long, long day today, so…I don't think we can…do this tonight."

He gritted his teeth at the sound of a disappointed mewl passing through Ahri's lips. He cringed as he felt Ahri's tail brush across his abdomen.

"But Ezzy…"

"Don't call me that."

"But hun…you promised…."

He felt Ahri's hands clasp onto his.

By now Ezreal's arousal was potent, the sound of Ahri's pleading voice driving him crazy.

Still, his exhausted muscles begged for him to reject her charms, his body screaming for rest.

Opening his eyes with a newfound resolve, he tried his best to ignore his girlfriend's strong, tempting look, her golden pools quivering up at his.

Frantically searching for a resolution for his problem, Ezreal surprised her by releasing himself from her grasp and pushing her down onto the bed. Ahri grinned, but just as soon as the smile appeared, it flickered away in retreat as Ezreal stood up once more, leaving her sprawled across the bed without his hands.

"Let's just…" Ezreal sighed again as he tried to find the right words, gulping loudly as he threw aside his shirt, feeling Ahri's approving eyes roaming his exposed abdomen. "…how about a massage? I need your…" he clears his throat "…touch."

Damn it all, it's like I'm talking to a kid.

To his surprise, Ahri blinked slowly, the signature mischievous grin crossing her lips.

"If that's what you really want, handsome."

Knowing Ahri, Ezreal decided to throw out a warning.

"But no funny business alright?" Ezreal said pointedly, his finger waggling at her like a mother's scolding her child.

Ahri pretended to whimper coyly as she began to sit up on the bed, her scantily covered breasts screaming for Ezreal's attention.

"Oh of course not…don't you trust me?"

"Ugh…"

As Ezreal sat down on the side of the mattress with his back exposed for Ahri's eager fingers, he wasn't so sure if he did.

Especially since his sixth sense picked up her sinister vibes, giving away her true intent.

But before he could resist, her silky touch made contact with his exposed skin, the tense pain his nerves had throbbed with beginning to ebb away as a result of Ahri's skilled fingers. Then and there, as the snow began to accumulate in small clumps on the edges of the window panes, frost beginning to etch intricate, temporary engravings into the glass, Ezreal surrendered.

The couple secretly knew that soon the windows would begin to condensate with heat.


Frosted window panes, candles gleaming inside.

Painted minion creeps on the tree.

Gragas' on his way, he's filled his barrels with 'nog,

'nog for you and for me.

It's that time of year

When Valoran's in love.

Every Summoner near

seems to say,

Happy Snowdown, may your New Year dreams come true.

And this poem of mine,

In three quarter time

Wishes you and yours,

The same thing too.

Merry Christmas everyone! And yes, this is only the first part of this surprise bonus chapter. :3