Ch 9: Grade A Failure

Hola guys, sorry for leaving. School's being a huge dick and I sincerely have been rather lazy. I haven't gotten much inspiration for my story so I don't exactly know where to go LOL. Though, I suppose that tends to happen when I got my mind on just about a billion and a half other things. Anyhoo, sorry for taking forever. Hope ya enjoy this chapter dear readers!

Sol stared at the paper in front of him. "Photoshoot? What the fuck? And we're forced to go?" he groaned, rolling his eyes before slapping his forehead with his hand. Jayce laughed. "Sorry to correct you, but only the popular boys are invited," he joked, gesturing towards himself and Sol. "It seems you, I, Draven, Ezreal, and Yasuo have all been asked to participate," he notes, reading off the back of the pink paper. "Syndra, Ahri, Vayne, Caitlyn, Miss Fortune..." he slowly read.

"Basically, all the girls 'cept the yordles and the nonhumanoid ones," Sol summed up before the debonair hammer man could finish his sentence. Jayce smiled and slapped Sol on the back. "Let's go shopping before we go there, eh? You look like you are ready to kill someone at a moment's notice," Jayce commented dryly. Sol laughed.

(4 hours later)

"Want a cig?" Jayce questioned Sol, both dressed in casual clothing. The pair had just entered the commercial area of the Institute, both of the rather popular males gathering a large crowd behind them. Sol smiled and waved his hand as he turned around to the crowd. Girls (and some boys) shrieked and fell, clutching their hearts in glee. Sol looked slightly surprised, looking away with a sort of amused grimace on his face.

"Yeh," Sol nodded. Jayce produced a fancy-looking cigar, handing it to Sol. "Thanks," he sighed, lighting it with Jayce's lighter and taking a quick puff. He coughed a bit a the rich flavor but felt satisfied. "Damn, them Noxians know their shit..." he laughed with a small wheeze. "Haven't smoke in some time, eh?" Jayce grinned. Sol nodded, continuing to smoke the cigar.

Sol and Jayce split at a junction, Sol going to buy some more formal clothing while Jayce... did whatever Jayce did. Sol pondered what the inventor was doing when he entered a random store, his black tie fluttering from the warm air in the store. "Ah! Mister Sol!" a woman stuttered, bowing before the confused worker. "Uh... How do you... Oh, right," Sol laughed, awkwardly rubbing his hair. "Yes, wh-what may I so for you today! Perhaps you are looking for something that would suit you?" she asked nervously, not making eye contact with Sol.

Sol paused, studying the girl. 'B cup... 5 foot 7inches...' he blandly mused. "Yeup, that I am," he said, smiling amiably.

(Switch POV)

'Wow...' Tracy breathed, making brief eye contact with the Ecliptic Catalyst. 'He's so... So dreamy! W-wait, he's a customer...' she sighed to herself. Taking in Sol's appearance, she blushed. His long yet neatly managed hair offset the dress shirt and black tie he had worn, the dark purple dress shirt tucked into his black jeans. Sol's sleeves were rolled up in a rather casual way, she noted.

His jeans though... his legs were... 'So... So perfect,' she mentally cried to herself, looking down at her own legs. 'His legs are so feminine, goodness. He looks like they'll break at any moment...'

(Sol POV)

"Yo?" he said, waving a hand in front of the entranced girl. "Excuse me, uh, Tracy?" he repeated, reading off of her name tag. She flinched and bowed. "I... I'm sorry!" she cried. "What kind of clothing are you interested in?" she asked.

Sol smiled. "Dunno," he shrugged. "Not too good at this shopping thing," he laughed. "I guess some more black jeans and dress shirts, preferably of a dark color?" he pondered. The employee nodded. "Of course, Sir. May I get your measurements?"

Sol stared blankly at her. "Uh... Super skinny?" he said cluelessly, unsure of what she was talking about. Tracy fell over in sheer awe before getting back up. "Sir, if you could just look at the back of your pants, please read off the numbers and what they mean..." she sighed. Sol nodded, turning around to read the tag. "Erm... 28 in hip size and 32 in leg length," he commented. "Though I lost some weight recently so I think I'll need a size smaller..." he said. "Oh! My shirt size is medium, though. I know that!" he proclaimed almost proudly.

She nodded, though her awe was evident on her face at his legs. She departed, returning a few momenta later to find Sol with another cigar in his mouth. "S-sir!" she shrilled, Sol jumping. "Y-you can't smoke in here!" she cried. Sol frowned, smoke pouring out of his nose. An idea popped in his head as he dropped the cigar from his mouth, catching it in between two fingers in his left hand.

"I... I'm sorry miss," he said, slowly walking over to her. He rested a hand in her cheek. "I... It's just that these cigars are all I have left in his world as comfort," he sighed dramatically.

She ate it up. "Sir..." she whispered softly. Sol turned away, faking shame. "No, miss. I lived a hard life... There isn't much i have done right in this world, you see," he chuckled in a bitter tone. "And at the end of the day, I look back to the horrible crimes I've done, and I have no one to go to. No one to say that it was okay..." he said, letting a single overly manly tear drop from his face.

The employee as well as a few other customers and employee sighed dreamily and in pity, the female ones beginning to cry with him. He let a painful smile etch itself on his face. "I'm sorry miss, but these cigars... They are my only comfort in my dark, dark path..." he said as he slowly turned away from her. "I apologize for being such an... inconvenience," he fake-forced out the last word. He began to make the slow walk towards the door.

"W-wait!" Tracy's voice cried out as she ran to intercept him. "Mr. Sol, it's okay," she said frantically. "I... You can smoke them in here, I promise you!" she yelled. "No one has any objection, yes?" she looked around at everyone. They all shook their heads, some of the more sympathetic females whimpering. Sol smiled softly and turned around once more. "Thank you, miss..." he said with a warm and calm voice. Tracy flushed, looking away. She handed him the clothes that she had brought over before. "H-here," she said.

Sol smiled, taking the clothes and walking over to a dressing stall. 'Easy,' he grinned to himself. He puffed the cigar one last time, vaporizing it in an instant. Sol swiftly changed, tossing on a strangely shiny black pair of jeans. 'The fuck is this?' he commented. 'Hmm... It looks pretty good.' He grabbed a crimson dress shirt, observing it dryly. 'Guess nobody shares my love for clothing of darker shades...' he groaned as he forced the tight shirt on. Looking at himself in the mirror, Sol pulled off the shirt and hung it on the door. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to lock the door. The plaster hinged door swung, revealing a shirtless Sol.

"Wow!" "Oh my god!" "What the fuck?!" "Hot!" "Cute!" girls yelled, a small crowd that had already been there acting up at his slight nudity. A few girls took pictures of Sol with his back turned.

'The fuck's with all this noise?' he sighed, turning around. "..." Sol bit his lip and flushed slightly. "Well shit."

(17 hours later)

"Sol!" a familiar voice called out, Sol snapping out of his half-asleep state. "Eh?" he commented, sitting up from the rather comfortable couch that was placed in the wing of the Institute where the Photo shoot was occurring. Syndra in a purple dress was floating over to him. "Ah, hey Syn," he greeted lazily, lying back down. "Sol! We're supposed to be going there right now you idiot!" she demanded angrily. Picking him up, she hauled him over to the entrance, all the while admiring his form. 'Sol... That outfit looks really nice on him...' she sighed in a sort of dreamy way.

With a pop, Sol blinked out of her grip. "Never do that to me again," he said curtly, pushing past her. Syndra recoiled before following. "Hey! I'm your older sister you dumb ass!" she yelled angrily. "You can't treat me like this!" she groaned. Sol smirked before turning and sticking his tongue out in a rather immature way. "What ya gonna do about it, huh?" he mocked. Syndra grinned, realizing he was simply playing. "I gotta punish you," she declared, manifesting a purple, glowing paddle. She grasped it before charging at him, yelling war cries.

Sol jumped, dodging her obviously untrained arm. He rolled beneath her floating form, poking Syndra in the back with a finger. She grit her teeth, turning around to push him away by force of will. Sol widened his eyes as he was sent flying across the hall and into the door. Somehow, he disappeared, seemingly melting into the door.

Syndra heard a loud "smash!" as the door swung open, an irate and only somewhat clothed Diana dragging Sol out by the collar. Sol was unconscious, his eyes closed and his back bleeding.

Diana looked at Syndra with her pale, blank eyes. "I will ignore the fact that he most likely saw my undergarments, as his situation is somewhat dire," she said dryly, rolling him over to expose an impaled knife in his back. Syndra gasped, rushing over to him.

Sol opened his eyes, wincing. "Ow..." he groaned, rubbing his bruised head. 'Slight concussion,' he said, assessing his injuries. '... Wound on my back? Damn, Syn is one fierce lady,' he chuckled. Syndra slapped him. "Laughing in your situation?" she growled, leaning over to look at his hair. Her chest was nicely exposed to his view, Sol not denying that his sister was damn hot. 'Shit...' he grumbled. 'She's my sister, not my love interest.'

Sol lightly pushed her off. "No worried, Syn. I got this," he smiled and flashed a thumbs up. Diana was standing behind him as he turned around, covering herself to maintain at least some modesty.

Sol cracked his neck, reaching over his shoulder to pull at the short weapon in his back. He gave it a few experimental tugs, quirking his neck. "This is a rather oddly shaped weapon, Diana," he comments nonchalantly, both females looking at him with a slightly worried or an extremely fearful gaze.

Sol pulled, gritting his teeth as the blade cut at his flesh on the way out. The flesh knit from underneath his skin, his regenerative capabilities kicking in. "Hoo, damn," he chuckled as the blade finally left his body.

He examined the weapon, the curvaceous dagger looking rather ceremonial. "Hmmm..." he said. "I'm guessin' this is yours, Diana?" he said, grinning at the Scorn of the Moon. She blushed at his gaze, both in shame and embarrassment.

"Y-yes," she said, looking down. "Though, I would like to know how you managed to phase through the wall," Syndra commented icily. Sol grins. "A trick of mine, t'say in the least." He attempted to walk over to Syndra, only to stumble and fall over. 'Well shit,'he groaned.

Diana swiftly came to attend to him. "What is the matter," she uttered, blushing at her nudity. Sol sighed, tearing off his dress shirt, handing the navy blue garment. "Goodness, woman. Cover ya'self if you're so embarrassed." Her eyes grew wide, a blush on her face.

"T-thank you," she whispered, putting on the shirt and helping him up. 'It's so warm,' Diana noted, eyeing his fit and slim chest. She flushed a darker red and looked away. "As I was responsible for his injury, I will take him to the infirmary," she declared, marching away with Sol's arm around her shoulder.

Syndra glared, her nostrils flaring. "W-wait!" she yelled, running over. "He's MY younger brother," she said proudly. "Therefore I have the duty to protect and care for him," she retaliated, motioning for Diana to hand him over.

Sol looked around dizzily, his concussion far worse than he had anticipated. "Well..." he slurred, his vision blurred. The ladies both shared a glance before moving their attention to Sol. "... Yes," he said with a confused look. "I think I'm gonna puke."

Diana winced and hurried out of the place, pushing Syndra out of the way again. Meanwhile, Sol had been regenerating, his healing capabilities getting rid of the bruise on his brain. Already halfway to the Infirmary, Sol finally gathered his thoughts. "God damn, concussions suck," he chuckles, still slung around Diana's shoulder.

She looked at him with her glowing eyes and gave him a curious look. Realizing he was fine, she removed his arm from around her shoulder in an instant, Sol being thrown off balance. She made eye contact with the somewhat dazed Sol and looked away with a slight blush on her face. "I-I see," she says uneasily. "Then I suppose you no longer require my help, right?" she said.

Sol nodded. "Yeah, but jus' saying, you got really cool eyes," he comments as if he had not a care in the world. Diana blushed more and shoved him. "S-shut up," she growled, not used to her eyes being called 'cool.' People often viewed her as a freak and some sort of mutant, as if the branded crescent on her forehead was a mark of shame...

Sol grinned and stuck his hand out. "Sol, the mercenary," he said with gusto. "I'm pleased to make ya acquaintance, Miss Luna," he jokes. She cracks a smile at the reference between their name and shakes his hand. "Likewise."

Diana nodded, giving a wave of a hand to signal a goodbye. Sol gave her a thumbs up, going to the medical ward before remembering that he was perfectly fine. He sighed, resisting the urge to face palm. Turning on his heels, he picked up the pace to catch up to Diana.

"So did I mention I regenerate real damn fast?" he asks in a joking manner. Diana didn't bother to turn and nodded, covering her face as to hide the smile. "I was wondering why you were going to the infirmary," she chuckled.

Sol gave her an embarrassed smirk. "Yeah, whatever."

(30 minutes later)

Sol had managed to summon another shirt, the crimson dress shirt that he had purchased yesterday on his back. Diana had given back his bloody tee, and Sol finished one round of pictures. Ahri, his partner for the first shoot, was clinging on to his arm.

"Sol," she cooed, giggling happily at being with her boyfriend. Sol weakly smiled and kissed her forehead. "See you after the last one, right?" he smiled as she nodded. With a flourish of his magic, Sol moved on to the next shoot.

Sol appeared in the room, sitting on a comfortable and fluffy couch, awaiting his partner. Vayne opened the door and stalked in, not saying as she saw Sol, though he noticed a blush slightly rising onto her face. She was dressed in heels and a short skirt that hugged her legs, showing her quite nice legs, Sol noted. She had on a teacher sort of garb, similar to that of Fiora's headmistress outfit.

The door opened to another room in which there was a photo set. Vayne carefully walked over, Sol following behind her. Standing in front of the camera, Sol sighed and cracked his neck. "So," he commented. "What should we do?" he asked the summoners.

"Hello Mr. Sol and Miss Vayne," the photographer said after a short look-over of her equipment. "If you would stand sit on the black couch together," she chimed, a black leather couch appearing behind them. Sol sat down, edging a bit closer to the still silent Vayne.

'Damn it, she's hot,' he sighed. She had her shaded glasses replaced with simple lenses, her dark red eyes revealed to Sol. Sol looked back to the camera and smiled, ready to get their picture taken.

Vayne eventually had managed a small smile, though she didn't seem too happy. After a few flashes, the pair was instructed to stand together, as if Sol was courting her. Sol did so, his hand on the back of her neck and his eyes looking down to meet hers. Vayne had a deep blush on her face, her hands wrapped around his shoulders. The cameras flashed once more after a short countdown, as the camerawoman asked them for one last pose.

"Mister Sol, if you and Vayne are okay with it, could you two perhaps kiss? You two look absolutely perfect for each other," she sighed in almost a dreamy tone. Sol blushed and edged away from Vayne, she doing the same thing. After a moment, Vayne spoke.

"I-I believe that this is possible. Of course, it means nothing, so why not?" she said quietly. Sol nodded in agreement. "Y-yeah, just for the picture," he concurred. Sol and Vayne approached each other slowly, Vayne wrapping her arms around his waist.

Sol raised her chin with a single finger, staring deep within her eyes. The pair both were painted red, blushes raging in their cheeks. Sol approached slowly, Vayne leaning into the kiss as Sol felt her hot breath on his face. He felt contact, her plump and soft lips meeting his own. He stayed there for a moment, closing his eyes to relish the moment.

Cameras flashed again, Vayne breaking the kiss to swiftly exit the room. Sol stood silent for a moment, the blush still on his face. He waved to the exuberant camerawoman and followed Vayne out the door.

Sol moved on to his next room, entering the exact copy of the previous waiting room. There, he found a silver-haired pale beauty, sitting daintily on the couch while reading the newspaper. She had on an ice-blue strapless dress that accented her curved form nicely.

Sol cleared his throat and sat down on the seat opposite to her, pulling a small blade from inside his pocket to play with. The woman looked up, smiling. "Hi there," she greeted. "You're the new guy, right?" she asked.

Sol nodded. "Yeah, the name's Sol. I take it you're on of the Freljordian princesses?" he asked. She nodded and let Sol shake her hand. "I am Ashe, Queen of the Freljord and descendant of Avarosa," she smiled. "Please to make your acquaintance."

Sol returned the handshake. "I'm honored, your Majesty," he said with a small bow. She laughed. "No need for formalities, Sol. Political positions mean very little here at the Institute. Just call me Ashe," she said.

Sol grinned. "Alright then Ashe. So what do they want us to do for this one?" he asked.

She pointed at a small sign next to the door leading to the photo shoot. "Apparently, they want us to get married," she laughs. "Since my wedding pictures are nonexistent," she ends with a slightly bitter tone.

Sol nodded, taking note of her seemingly painful memories about her marriage. "Political marriage?" he asked. She nodded slowly. Sol sighed and clapped her shoulder. "Sorry to hear that Ashe."

She shook her head. "I do what I must for the good of my people," she said ruefully.

The door opened as a cameraman ushered the two in. "Your clothes are in the dressing rooms to your left and right," he said. Ashe and Sol separated, now going to their respective rooms to change.

(Meanwhile)

Syndra had refused to get her picture taken with any male, now wandering the halls in wait of her brother. 'Wait a minute,' she realized. 'He's probably with some bimbo that's trying to seduce him!' she came to the false conclusion. Racing off to find her brother, Syndra growled and hoped that her brother was safe.

(With Sol)

Sol fixed the bow tie one last time before exiting, sitting down on the plain white couch. He nervously sat down, uncomfortable in the formal tuxedo. After about ten minutes, Ashe exited, wearing a beautiful wedding dress that modestly accented her perfect body. Sol looked away in embarrassment, noticing that they seemed to be in a spare storage room of some sort. 'Guess they ran out of space,' he shrugged.

Sol stood as the white couch faded from existence. He took her hand and smiled, hugging her gently. He knew how much this meant to her regardless of it being real or not. Ashe gave him a sad smile, turning around to look at the camera.

"If you could stay like that for..." the cameraman said as a few flashes burst from the camera. "Okay, that was great. Can you guys come together closer and look at each other?" Sol turned as did Ashe, Sol looking down and put his hand on her soft and warm cheek, her lovely pale skin contrasting his tanned hand. She flushed more and more as she placed a cold hand on his, looking up at him with her frozen-blue eyes.

The camera flashed as the pair stayed still for a bit, reading one another through pure physical contact. "... Um, can you two hear me?" the cameraman said at their ignoring of his questions. Sol flinched and moved away as did Ashe, both of them turning.

The cameraman smiled. "Okay, now could you two kiss, but try to kiss in an interesting way?" he asked. Ashe's face turned a lovely tomato-color as she turned away in embarrassment. Sol shrugged and wrapped his left arm around her waist, making the Avarosan jump slightly.

Sol let her fall, catching her with his arm and bent over to kiss her, letting his long hair tickle her face. She widened her eyes in shock before closing them, feeling his lips with hers. Sol closed his eyes as the cameraman snapped a few pictures, realizing that this was an incredibly awkward position to get out of.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang. "Sol!" Syndra's familiar voice called out. Sol slowly lifted Ashe up and turned to look at her. "Er," he said back. "I'm in the middle of something..." he said in an awkward voice.

Syndra noticed Ashe and growled. "What the hell do you think you are doing in a closed off storage room with a married woman, dressed like that?!" she spat, not noticing the cameraman who wisely chose to stay silent.

Ashe spoke up, cutting off Sol's response. "It's merely for the photoshoot Sovereign. I am not cheating on my political husband or anything like that," she replied patiently and in a peaceful tone. "I apologize for the misunderstanding."

Syndra sneered. "Sure thing whore, get your filthy hands off my brother you icy bitch," she yelled as she advanced upon the pair. Sol widened his eyes in shock and grasped Ashe's hand, warping away before Syndra could unleash her wrath upon the pair.

They reappeared outside the institute in a flash of red and black. Ashe gasped, disoriented and dazed by the teleportation. Sol breathed deeply from the exertion. "Shit," he gasped," sorry about that Ashe. Didn't want you to die or something."

Ashe nodded, standing shakily on her heels. "Not your fault Sol, thank you. You saved me..." she said, lifting up the wedding dress skirt. "Looks like we're attracting a lot of attention though," Sol murmured as he grasped her hand once more.

Summoners and citizens alike noticed the pair that seemed as if they were eloping. "Don't have enough energy to warp again. That would kill me. Let's go find somewhere safe," he said as he led her away, jogging past stores and various building alike.

Ashe yelped in pain, her heeled slip on getting stuck in a crack. She tripped and fell, twisting her left leg in a very unhealthy way. She cried in pain and nearly fell to the ground, but Sol had managed to catch her before she fell.

"Damn it," Ashe cursed as she shakily came to her feet. "I- I can't run Sol," she said, still holding her dress. Sol sighed deeply before turning around, hooking his left arm under her legs and his right under her torso.

Carrying her bridal-style, Sol continued to run for a bit. "I know a place we can chill for a bit, where no questions will be asked," he grunted as he sped away to safety. Ashe had a deep blush on her face as she looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was following.

"Sol... People are following us," he said. "I think a few reporters are here as well..." she said as she turned to Sol. He was sweating lightly, a drop falling from his chin and landing on her somewhat exposed breasts.

Sol nodded, ignoring his aching legs he silently carried her into a seemingly random alley. Ashe turned to see him run directly at a wall. "S-Sol!" she cried right before impact. The wall opened up like a mouth, its jaws taking Sol and his passenger before closing up once more.

(Line break)

"Hey, did you hear? Apparently Ashe and Sol eloped," a random summoner said. His friend laughed. "Yeah, I saw. It was some pretty crazy shit," the other man responded. Ahri quirked her ears and turned from her path, walking up to the pair. "Excuse me?" she said. "What was that about Sol?" she asked.

The summoners blushed. "Uh-hi Miss Ah-Ahri..." the first one stuttered. She payed him no heed and looked at the second one who also had a blush on his face. "Uh- Sol and Ashe eloped," he murmured. "They just got married and now they're gone," he finished.

Ahri gave him a look of confusion. "What the hell?" she thought out loud before sauntering away to find Jayce. She found the man sitting in a Piltover cuisine restaurant, smoking a cigar and watchin the T.V. "Jayce," she growled, sitting down across from him.

The Defender looked at her. "Oh, hey Ahri, su-" she pulled him in by the collar and snarled. "Where the hell is my boyfriend," she spat. Jayce wrestled himself out of her grip. "The fuck? How should I know? And wait, Sol is your boyfriend?" he asked.

Ahri's ears fell. "H-he never told you?" she asked. Jayce shook his head. "Never mentioned anything about you. Not even to anyone. Doubt even Yasuo knows," he said flatly before turning to watch the news.

"See, there he is with Ashe," he pointed at the T.V. Ahri turned to see Sol and Ashe running together before Ashe fell. Sol picked her up and continued to run. Ahri twitched. "He's... He's cheating on me?" she said.

Jayce poked her. "You know, if he never said anything about you, maybe he doesn't consider you his girlfriend?" he suggested quietly. Ahri's eyes teared up. "You-you're right," she choked, beginning to cry. "What if he never liked me and I'm just an annoyance to him?" she wailed, running out of the restaurant as people stared at the crying fox lady.

Jayce's eyes followed her for a moment before he shrugged. "Sol prob'ly just wanted to tap that," he grinned to himself before continuing to watch TV.

(Line break)

Sol breathed deeply, catching his breath. He had left Ashe on the couch in a small apartment hidden away from the rest of the world. Exiting the bathroom shirtless, he saw Ashe tending to her injured ankle. "So where are we?" she questioned quietly, her dress still on her form.

Sol sighed. "This is a small hideout that we mercs use," he explained. "Basically, there's a least one of these holds in each major city. The underground society is a very sharing community." He motioned around him. "Now that we're in here, nobody else can enter unless we leave. It's impossible to get in while we're in here."

She widened her eyes. "So we can stay here until you have enough energy to warp us out?" she asked. Sol nodded but laughed. "That's gonna take at least a few hours, I drained myself pretty dry."

Ashe sighed. "I need to get out of this wedding dress," she said. Sol nodded and turned away, entering a small bedroom. "Um, Sol?" her voice called. Sol poked his head out from the door. "I'm gonna need some help with this," She laughed. Sol blushed and nodded, exiting to help the queen out.

Sol and Ashe managed to get her out of the dress, and now she stood in only undergarments. Sol turned after the dress dropped. "Sol," Ashe's shaky voice sounded. "You can turn around," she said softly as she hugged him from behind.

Sol hesitated before doing so, embracing the cold woman. "Ashe, you're a married woman... I'm a mercenary in love with... Someone," he pleaded. Ashe smiled bitterly as a few tears dropped from her face. "Please, just for one day. Could we pretend that you loved me and that we were married?" she begged, desperate to be embraced as a wife, not as a queen.

Sol bit his lip and sighed, unable to deny the beautiful woman in front of him. He bent over and kissed her forehead. "Alright, Ashe," he murmured into her ear, placing his hands on her slim waist. Ashe smiled warmly, wrapping her hands around his neck. "Tell me that you love me," she pleaded softly, tickling his neck with her breath.

"I- I love you," he said as confidently as he could, trying his best to satisfy her. She sighed as her heart went aflutter, her breasts heaving against his bare chest with each deep breath.

She reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the light blue garment drop. Sol shivered at the touch of her already erect nipples against his warm skin. "Husband," she whispered into his ear, her face against his.

"M-my wife," he echoed, his pants now beginning to feel awkwardly tight. She kissed his cheek and stayed there, the pair remaining still for a bit. Sol's heartbeat began to speed up, his face flushing as his growing manhood made contact with her bare stomach.

Ashe smiled at the feeling of his member. "Sol," she whispered. "Make love to me." Sol gasped and backed away. "Ashe, that-" she hushed him before he could finish his sentence.

"You're my husband, Sol," she reminded. Sol sighed, kissing her forehead in resignation. "Okay then," he whispered, gently stroking her luscious silver hair, amazed by how soft and full it all was. 'Guess there's no turning back...'