"Sorry for the tardiness," Vi hollered as she pushed the door open with her foot, her hands being too busy as she held onto a big box. "I was finishing up the final details." She added, walking into the safehouse and towards the couch, where she saw Riven laying idly, her red eyes focused intensely on her.

It made her shiver.

Crazy Noxian stares at you like that? It can only mean trouble.

Still, she tried to ignore her as she sat down and placed the big box on the rather small table in front of her.

Irelia appeared on her peripheral vision, taking a seat by her side. "What's with the box?"

She looked at her, a smile on her face, "I brought you some gifts." She looked at Riven, "You. I'll start with you."

"Me?"

She had to fight the feeling of uneasiness that arose at the sight of that intense stare following her actions, but still red, not switching to green for the time being, "Yeah. I may have a few surprises for you. The first one," She opened the box and, after moving a few things around, she found what she was looking for and took it out, placing it on Riven's hands, "Here you go."

Riven looked at it before raising her eyebrows, "A smartphone?"

"I did tell you that I would get you one, didn't I?" Vi said, "I'll teach you how to use it in…" She trailed off as she saw Riven quickly unlock it, open the phone's settings and set her own password on it, making her frown, "I see you don't need me teaching you shit."

Riven smiled, "I had a few lessons before you showed up."

Vi looked at Irelia, who simply shrugged before she explained, "She picked up on it rather quickly."

"I can tell…" Vi mumbled out loud, watching as Riven finished setting it up and placed it on the table. "You're a good student, huh?"

"Or maybe I simply have a really good teacher."

Vi frowned, her eyes going from the intense stare of Riven's to the fearful look on Irelia's expression.

Okay, what the Hell was that.

"What else did you bring?" Irelia asked Vi, subtly calling her attention and quickly changing the topic.

"Yeah, that…" Vi tried to steer her focus onto the topic Irelia brought up, opening the box and grabbing some sort of black device from it, not before getting some gloves on, her eyes going to Riven as she grabbed another pair of those and said, "Get up with me for a second."

Irelia noticed the threatening glare on Riven's eyes, but she could see the woman trying not to fall under the pressure of her head, watching as she got up when Vi asked, following her to a more open part of the safehouse, red eyes on Vi's hands as the pugilist held onto the black piece of machinery.

"I made a very special hextech weapon for you," Vi told her, lavender eyes on her own hands before moving up to Riven's, catching through her peripheral how the woman went to grab the device from her—

Riven glared at Vi as the brawler slapped her hand away, "Rude."

"I'm doing you a favor," Vi warned. "Get these on first." She commanded, offering the extra pair of gloves to the warrior and watching as, skeptical look in place, Riven obeyed her, hesitation on her every move, even as she smiled at her, letting a quiet Much better and offering the hextech trinket to her.

Riven grabbed the weapon, turning it around a few times in front of herself, inspecting it with a curious look; the black object, metallic and just a little bit heavy, had white and blue details, a glowing blue artifact, which looked like an engine of sorts, right above a shining blue button near the end from which Riven was holding it. "What is it?"

"Point it away from you and press the button."

Riven lolled her head away from it, as if fearing it would hit her, before pressing the button—

She had to fight the flinch that came as the device started to frantically move, the engine she had eyed before, growling into life as it turned, automatically transforming into something new while she still held it on her gloved hands.

She saw it extend and grow in size—

A pure white blade grew out of the black handle she still held, the engine slowing to a stop as the device finished its' activation, blue light shining on the blade's deadly edge.

"It's a sword." Riven commented, wide eyed, turning it so as to see it, her free hand unable to keep from going towards the blade's flat side, before her eyes climbed up to Vi's, "A broadsword."

"I may have seen some footage regarding your fighting style." The pugilist commented nonchalantly, shrugging as she did so. "Comparing it to what I saw you do when we fought, I decided to build you a short-yet-wide sword. Thought you'd find a good use for it."

"And if not, I'll just come up with a good one." Riven mumbled, swinging the new weapon around, feeling it behave on her hands.

She couldn't help but feel marvelled at it.

The blade was pretty much weightless, at least twice as lighter as her former one.

Will be troublesome to get used to it, but it will definitely mean an advantage.

She twirled it around herself, feeling it float through the air, frowning as it passed near her ears on her constant spinning of it and she heard a buzzing sound.

Vi smiled as she noticed. "It's fuelled by electricity," She said, "Charged from the hilt to the tip of the blade. One touch could electrocute you. Blue light will definitely scorch you." She smirked, "That's why you need the gloves to hold it. And I'd still advice not to touch the blue parts."

Riven's eyed widened more, as if such a thing were possible. "It's wonderful."

"Oh, it's wonderful, but that's not all," Vi said, "Hold onto it tight and slide your free hand down the blade's side."

Riven used all of her strength to grip the hilt, letting her other hand brush down the blade—

She gasped as she saw the white parts of it split, blue light on display as the sword grew in size, white metal being held in place, still attached to the weapon, all thanks to the power of the hextech electricity that the blade had turned into.

The sword had transformed into a bigger, deadlier one.

Same size as her former, Noxian one.

"When you pulled that one little trick off during our fight, I noticed you were gripping your sword's hilt tightly." She looked proud of herself as she said, "I thought I could try to give you a sort of replica of it."

To be fair, Riven couldn't quite believe it.

Vi had managed to build her a weapon that fit her perfectly.

A weapon that didn't match her previous one, only because it was better on those different aspects.

Weightless. Stronger.

She even bothered to take a look at my quirks and add them onto it as perks.

"As long as you hold it wearing those gloves, the blade will be able to read your pulsations and react to the neuronal instructions your brain sends to your body." Vi explained, frowning at the device on Riven's hands. "The gloves you're wearing are made of the same fiber that's located inside the hextech engine, which is the reason why they work to let you hold it and why the blade will be able to read your every reaction during battle."

"So it has some special…" She didn't know what to call it, "Abilities that I'll only see during a stressful situation?"

Vi nodded, "You could say so. You'll see when the time's right."

She did not like that. "I wish I knew before the right time, so I can use it during it."

Vi laughed, "Okay, but where's the fun on that?"

Riven smirked at the fighter, before quickly twirling the blade in front of her, making her flinch as a single pink hair fell to the ground while Riven halted to a full stop. "I agree, there's no fun in that."

Vi glared at her, though the surprise and fear were evident in her eyes, "Okay, culprit, calm down."

Riven sheathed the blade by pressing the blue button again, watching it reduce its' size to its' original one, before placing her hand on Vi's shoulder, "It's amazing, thank you."

Vi nodded her head in recognition, "It's no problem." She said, before looking back at the box, "But that's not all I brought for you." She announced, before walking towards the box once more and pulling out what looked to be a white shoulder plate with golden details, turning to offer it to Riven. "Put this on."

Riven inspected it for a brief moment, before placing it on her left shoulder—

As soon as it came into contact with her body, the artifact started spreading all over her body, covering her in what looked to be an armor, color patterns very similar to that of her new blade.

"I was not going to leave you defenseless," Vi said, a smug look on her face. "The armor is much like your blade; reacts to your pulsations and your body heat as well. If it's turned on along with the blade, they both may interact, always in line with whatever your neuronal processes indicate." She pointed at Riven's chest, right on the middle, where yet another hextech engine was located, on display. "Just be careful with the engines. They're fragile enough that one single hit on them could destroy your equipment."

Vi watched as Riven grinned, checking her own self out, letting out a delighted, "This is incredible," before turning to look at Irelia, who stared in surprise.

Whether it's because of my hextech artisan's work or Riven's lack of real aggression towards my beautiful self, I will never know.

Still, she ignored it and said, "And I've got something for you, too," Making her way towards the box, humming in confirmation as she heard Irelia let out a small For me? "Yes, for you." She raised a brow, "You wouldn't think I'd let you walk around in some old, obsolete Ionian armor, right?"

Irelia watched as Vi took out—

Irelia snorted, "A cape?" She questioned, taking a closer look at the piece of fabric as Vi handed it to her: white and black, like Riven's, but with pinkish details instead of blue.

I'm going to pretend I don't consider pink Vi's color.

The cape was short, with smooth fabric and a hood hanging idly from its' top.

"Put it on." Vi commanded.

Irelia stood up at her order, letting the cape hang from her shoulders.

Vi looked at her with folded arms and a smug look on her face, "Get the hood on."

Hesitantly so, Irelia did—

She watched in awe as a pink visor slowly appeared over her face, having being hidden somewhere inside the hood, unable to fight the goosebumps that spread all over her skin as the suit started to spread all over her, hiding her behind hues of dark pink, black and white.

"I know you need mobility more than her," Vi explained, "So yours is made of a very durable fabric, instead of actual plates of armor. It won't protect you as much as Riven's will protect her, but it will certainly shield you way more than yours." Vi's eyes widened, "Oh, I remembered…" She turned towards the box and took out—

Irelia laughed, "I'm not going to use those."

Vi was holding blades that seemed to be copies of Irelia's crestblades, but were made of the same materials Irelia's armor was, with their sharp edges being made of that same pinkish crystal that served her as a visor. "Why not?"

"Because I already have mine," Irelia replied, crossing her arms in front of her. "Besides, how are those supposed to imitate the spiritual connection that I have with mine? I am not going to just grab them and throw them around like some sort of knife juggler."

Vi stared at her with a bored expression, "They will imitate it the same way Riven's blade imitates her previous sword's abilities: by reading your physical and psychical commands." She extended her arm, all of the hextech blades on her hand, "Will them to float around."

Irelia didn't seem to trust Vi completely on the matter, but still, even if hesitantly so, she focused on them and—

She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her as she saw them fly, moving around as she ordered them to, obeying her as naturally as her own crestblades.

"I told you," Vi said, looking as cocky as ever, "They would work."

"I can see that," Irelia replied, marvelled at the fact that the Enforcer was smart enough to replicate something spiritual through machinery. "I still will use mine, though."

Vi shrugged, "It's still good for you to have extra blades, in case the need arises," She said, before hearing the sound of a camera going off and turning to see Riven, sword in one hand, smartphone on the other, eyes going from the screen towards her as the pugilist asked, "Did you just take a selfie?"

Riven didn't move an inch as she said, "I took a picture of myself, if that's what you're asking."

"So, a selfie." Vi said, trying to fight the laugh that threatened to escape her lips.

"So what?" Riven said, waving her away, "Let me be. Do your thing."

Vi turned around, looking at Irelia again as she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "What a kid, your girlfriend."

Irelia rolled her eyes. "You're even more of a kid for bullying her, though." She said, a few seconds passing by before she noticed the looks both Vi and Riven were sending her way. "What?"

Vi snorted, "Nothing," She said, taking a seat again. "Nothing."

Riven simply raised a brow on Irelia's direction, prompting the Ionian to look away.

"So," Irelia said, "Now that we've seen all of the gifts you had brought for us," She removed the hood of her cape, willing the suit to hide away once more by the mere power of her mind's commanding. "Why don't we go to the important part and you show us how to search for Singed? You never explained to me how to do it."

"Yeah, I didn't, mostly because I got carried away with building your stuff." She walked towards the computer, "Come here."

Leaving her new armor and blades behind, Irelia followed Vi to the computer, standing behind the chair the police officer occupied as she turned it on.

Feeling eyes on her, she stole a glance on Riven's direction.

She caught her staring at her, unashamedly.

When red eyes finally found ice blue ones, Riven smirked.

Irelia looked at the computer's screen once more, eyes on it but the rest of her focused on the former Noxian, hearing her walk back towards the couch, taking off that new armor of hers.

"There are only a few number of things that we cannot search for in a normal search engine," Vi started explaining, completely unaware of the small exchange that had happened right behind her. "Those things being the illegal stuff: drugs, prostitutes, hitmen, black markets, whatever." She thought of what she had said for a second and clarified, "I mean, you can find information regarding those things on a normal search engine, but if you want to find drugs to buy, a prostitute or a hitman to hire, a black market to trade in, you need a special search engine."

"Why?"

"Because those things are very dangerous," Vi said, turning on her chair to look at Irelia, hoping it would emphasize the seriousness of her words, "And a lot of hackers are hiding behind all of that, hoping to find someone who will be stupid enough to search for it all without covering their tracks." She turned to look at the screen again, typing out commands and clicking things Irelia had no clue of, "If you're not careful and you don't use an anonymous search engine, a hacker could find your tracks, discover your actual location, steal all of the information of your computer, even spy you through it…" She shook her head, "The possibilities are endless, so it's always better to be safe than sorry."

Irelia grimaced, having trouble imagining the problem but, at the same time, being able to picture all of the dangers of it. "I can agree on that."

After a few clicks here and there, a new object popped up on the screen, "Since we agree, this is the window you'll use to search for Singed." Vi explained, before typing out Singed, chemist, Zaun on the search bar and hitting Enter.

The image of a bald man appeared on screen.

"That's definitely him." Irelia said as she frowned at the image.

At the crude stare.

At the bandages that hid half of his face.

At the man's left eye, which seemed to shine on a hue of toxic green.

"Is it?" Vi asked, before scrolling down, eyes falling on the next picture— "Oh shit, that's the crab man."

Riven quickly moved towards them, leaning over Vi's free shoulder to take a look at the image.

She saw the Dreadnought in what appeared to be Singed's lab as the mad chemist filled his breathing tank with a sort of green gas.

"By the Moon," She mumbled, "It really is Singed." She frowned, "Looks worse than when I last saw him."

"Do you recognize the executioner?" Irelia asked her, watching as Riven shook her head no.

"I never knew him in person, but that must be him, considering Vi remembers him and he fits the descriptions from the scary stories I've heard."

"Judging by this website, Urgot and Singed are allies," Vi announced as she read what the screen informed her, "Urgot is now a chem-baron and Singed is his partnering scientist."

"A chem-baron?"

Vi nodded her head, looking at Irelia, "Chem-barons are basically the rulers of Zaun; they are the ones in charge of the production of chemicals and artifacts that get commercialized down here, always created by scientists they have under their power." She eyed the screen, "Apparently, Urgot was first a chem-baron hunter, killing them to gain power for himself."

Riven huffed a laugh, "Ironic."

Vi continued, "Now that he has enough influence, he became one and partnered with Singed." She looked at Riven, "Now it makes sense why he hates you so much; it's not about handing you back to Noxus, it's about protecting his interests."

"It didn't make sense, for someone who had been betrayed by Noxus to wish to aid them." Irelia mused, "But Vi is right, this explains it."

"So, in order to fight with Singed, we will have to face Urgot, too." Riven mumbled, thinking out loud.

Irelia nodded, a grimace on her expression. "Exactly."

Vi started to speak, "And we could contact Singed through—" But her phone went off as she received a call, which prompted her to look at the screen, looking at it curiously as she said, "It's Cait." She picked up and— "Hello? Yes, it's me, hi Cait—" Her eyes went to Irelia, a frown in place, "What happened?"

Irelia frowned, too, "What's the—"

"I'll be there right now." Vi quickly let out, before hanging up and getting up from her seat, "There's been an emergency," She explained, quickly grabbing the now emptier box and moving towards the door, "Cait needs me there."

Irelia walked a few steps towards her, "Do you need us to go?"

She shook her head, "The police forces are needed somewhat urgently, apparently. We can't really get you involved, for the call to action is official and classified, judging from what she told me, but I'll let you know if we end up needing reinforcements."

"Okay," Irelia said, "Do keep me posted."

Vi opened the door, "I will. Got to go, be safe and stay in touch."

And before Irelia could reply, Vi was out, the door closing behind her.

She looked at it with a frown on her face, "I wonder what happened…"

"Nothing happened." Riven replied, matter-of-factly.

Irelia frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked as she began to turn around, "Didn't you see how she—"

When she finished turning, she saw Riven standing there, a cocky smirk on her face, the Ionian's phone on her hand, "It only took me a few seconds to unlock your phone and politely ask Caitlyn to get Vi out of here." Her smirk turned to a grin as she started to walk towards the blue haired girl, "But it will take Vi hours to come back, once she finds out it was all a ruse."

When she was close enough, Irelia took the phone from her hands, reading the screen with a frown, "Evening Caitlyn, in case you don't have this phone number, It's Irelia." The Ionian glared at Riven for a brief second, before going back to the screen. "I have a situation that I believe you could help to fix. You see, we have Vi over and I need to have a very serious conversation with Riven, in private. Could you please call her back to the station?" And before she addressed Riven again, Irelia read Caitlyn's response, "Hi, Captain Lito. I already had your phone number, Vi's courtesy. Of course I'll call her in and I'll keep her here, but you will owe me one. Good luck with your chat." Irelia sighed, "Oh, Gods…" She glared at Riven, "You impersonated me."

"I really like this Caitlyn woman already," Riven said, amused, completely ignoring Irelia's accusation. "She took care of the problem marvellously." She waited a beat, before adding, "And she totally knows what's going on."

"I can't believe you did that."

"I can't believe your password is Gnarly Blade, but we all have our quirks." Riven said, quickly grabbing the phone from her hands and throwing it on the couch, "Now—"

"You didn't have to kick her out like that," Irelia quickly stopped the situation from advancing forwards, "She was just trying to—"

"—To help, I know," Riven said, "But, you know what, Irelia?" She asked, a raised brow as she slowly —painfully slowly —started to walk towards the Ionian, "She was taking too long and I like to think I am a patient woman, but I've been waiting on this matter for more than enough time."

Irelia stepped backwards, "You've—"

"I've had to wait for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, even years for us to finally be trapped in the same space," She let out quietly, "Because this began by being all about absolution, about you forgiving me for things I've done that will forever haunt me, but having already earned your forgiveness, I realized this had stopped being about it way too long ago."

She felt her back hit the wall.

Trapped.

In the same space.

"Then what is it about, now?"

"It's about you." Riven confessed, placing her hands to each side of Irelia's body, on the wall. "It began being about me and now it's about you."

Irelia shook her head, "Riven—"

"Why did you kiss me when I was out of my mind?" Riven cut her off immediately, searching for those fleeting eyes with her own, "Stop trying to avoid the subject and just tell me."

She closed her eyes. "Riven—"

"Why did you do it and why did it have to be the one time I can't really react?" She pushed.

"I didn't do it just once."

The way she opened her eyes wide was a clear indication that she had not meant to say it out loud.

Riven frowned, "No? When else?"

Irelia's face was red when she confessed, "On the ship, on our way to Noxus."

"I hadn't imagined that?"

Irelia's frown of confusion matched Riven's, "You weren't asleep?"

Riven's eyes were locked on hers, an intensity she hadn't seen there before.

A clarity she had never before witnessed on the former Noxian laying there, too.

"Irelia—"

"No," Irelia cut her off, "Riven, this is not the time nor the place—"

One of Riven's hands came to to her face, holding her by the jaw, the gesture rendering her mute. "I will not hear you talk about time and space," She commanded, every bit the authority she had once been, "I will not hear you talk about anything except what I want you to talk about," She warned, her glare hot on Irelia's cold eyes, "So I will ask you once again and, this time, you'd better answer." She leaned forwards, her face a few inches away from Irelia's, "Why?"

Irelia stuttered, "Why, why—"

"Why did you kiss me?" Riven asked in an urgent tone, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from her, nonetheless, "Why did you do it?" She asked, raising her voice, letting the importance of the matter weigh down on the already too nervous Ionian, "What do you want!?"

"You!" Irelia replied just as urgently, fear in her arteries as those blue eyes locked on Riven's. "I just want you."

Riven stared, the words reverberating inside her skull, before a small chuckle escaped her as she asked, "And when will you notice that I'm already yours?"

And that was all it took for Irelia to damn time and space.

Her hands found Riven's shirt and pulled her in, crashing the former Noxian's lips against her own.

Riven was quick to follow, parting Irelia's lips with her own, deepening the kiss, desperation and lust being the only things to drive her.

She almost lost her mind when she heard Irelia whimper at the gesture.

A good kind of losing my mind, for a change.

She pressed herself against the Ionian, her hands finding each side of Irelia's face, not letting her move away as she pushed her harder against the wall, Irelia responding to her actions by pulling her closer, her hands snaking around Riven's body, gripping the back of her shirt tightly.

Riven moved away from Irelia's lips, hungrily kissing her way down to the woman's neck, her hands finding her waist and holding her as she kissed the Ionian's pulse point, before biting down on it.

The way Irelia's body suddenly pressed against hers, a shuddering breath being released, was enough indication for Riven to know that she had liked it.

So the Noxian licked the spot she had bitten and repeated what she had done before, kissing her and biting her as her hands gripped her tight, doing it over and over again—

She felt Irelia's hand on the back of her head, as the Ionian gripped her by the hair, pulling her away from her neck.

"You'll regret that—"

She couldn't finish growling out her threat, for Irelia was kissing her hard on the lips once more, pulling out for a second just to say, "Shut up," Before kissing her again.

Still, Riven brought her hands up to the Ionian's shoulders, shoving her against the wall, creating space between them, if only to let out a breathless, "I like you rough like that," Before kissing her again, her hands quickly going back down, to the woman's hips.

She felt Irelia chuckle against her lips, so she moved her lips back to the woman's neck so as to let her speak her mind, "Were you turned on every time we sparred?" She heard her ask, before gasping at the contact of Riven's tongue against her throat.

"No," Riven responded, before kissing her skin, "But I could be from now on."

Irelia's hand found Riven's neck, pushing her away from it, if only to stare into those red eyes and say, "You're incorrigible."

All Riven had to say was, "And you like it, as much as you like it when I call you my Captain."

Irelia smiled, eyes darkened with lust, "Yes, I do," She breathed out, before kissing her again, pushing away from the wall.

As the Ionian advanced, her lips on her own, her hands on her hair, Riven was forced to walk backwards, pulling Irelia against herself by her hips, until the back of her legs crashed against the side of the couch and they both fell on it, Riven's back against the cushions, Irelia on top of her.

The Ionian did her best to keep herself pressed against the former Noxian, desperate for the contact and craving more of it, too.

Craving to feel Riven's skin against her own.

She broke the kiss, keeping her forehead against the warriors, quickly moving her legs so as to straddle her, as her hands found the fabric of Riven's shirt and, with no further warning, she ripped it apart.

The gesture made Riven look down at herself with a frown, before looking at Irelia, "You could have just asked me to take it off."

She watched as Irelia stared at her body, "No, I couldn't," She said, frowning at the image in front of her.

Riven's skin was covered in scars.

Her fingers daintily approached those on her abdomen and trailed them gently as she inspected them, the white haired warrior letting her do it with no question, hesitation nor self-consciousness.

"There's too many of them," Irelia said, just then noticing those on Riven's arms and those on her chest, which hid behind the bandages she used around it.

"Noxus is ruthless in its' upbringing," Riven offered as the only explanation.

Irelia's eyes wandered to Riven's hands and she moved to grab them—

Riven pulled them away.

The one thing she could not bear of herself.

Still, "Riven," Irelia called her name gently, trying to hold her hands once more, "Let me."

It was evident on the look of discomfort on her face that she did not want it, but she allowed her nonetheless, looking away as the blue haired woman carefully grabbed her hands, bringing them closer to herself so as to inspect them.

"This is the reason why you always wrap your hands," Irelia thought out loud, "Isn't it?"

"It is," Riven sighed out.

"Where did you get these?"

Riven's eyes locked on hers, "I got them that night."

Irelia shut her eyes, feeling as if she had just overstepped, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Riven said, those hands of hers moving to Irelia's face, cupping it gently as she sat up. "If anything, it's Cyrus', but I don't want to talk about him right now."

"Of all the scars you have, why are these the only ones you hide?" She questioned, her own hands following Riven's, keeping them in place.

She sighed, "They remind me of that night." Riven confessed, unable to look anywhere but at those burn scars that marred her skin, "They remind me of the kind of person I was back then, the things I would do or allow, the people who died because of my foolishness. All the things these scars represent are things I'm ashamed of, so I'm ashamed of them, too."

"You shouldn't be."

Red eyes went back to blue ones, "I should," She retorted, "I cannot accept—"

"And that's exactly what you must do." Irelia cut her off, "You've said so yourself; I've already forgiven you." There was a hint of a smile on her lips as she said, "Maybe all that's missing is for you to forgive yourself and accept the deeds that you've done in the past."

Then she turned her head to her left and placed a soft kiss on the warrior's right hand, before repeating the action with the other.

Riven was staring at her, mouth slightly open, "Do you have any idea of how much it means to me?" Feeling as if she wouldn't understand, she added, "The fact that you'd ignore how awful my scars are?"

"I don't ignore anything, I accept them as they are, for they're part of who you are." She winked, "Don't hide from me, ever again."

And Riven decided she had had enough talking with the Ionian.

She kissed her fiercely, holding her in place, desperate to convey in such a way how badly she wanted the blue haired woman.

How badly she adored her.

But we're talking about Irelia Lito, here.

She must already know.

The same Irelia Lito who hadn't noticed it, earlier.

Okay, maybe she needs me to show her.

Riven kept kissing her forcefully, her hands finding the hem of Irelia's shirt and pushing it up, commanding the other woman to let her take it off her.

Irelia didn't need to be asked twice.

She pulled away and raised her arms, letting the other woman take her shirt off.

She chuckled when she saw Riven unashamedly staring at her chest. "I can take the bra off too, if you want me to."

Riven nodded her head, "Yes—"

"—But that'll cost you."

Riven's eyes climbed all the way up to hers, "What will it cost me?"

"These," Irelia said, her index finger barely touching Riven's chest, the bandages that she had wrapped around it, "Need to go."

She laughed heartily at the way Riven quickly started clawing at herself, eager to take them off.

But then Irelia was holding her wrists.

Tight.

"I get to do it." She said in her authoritative voice, her lips a mere inch away from Riven's.

She liked where it was going. "Yes, my Captain."

Irelia licked Riven's jawline all the way up to her ear, letting out a whispered, "Keep that up." Then, her hands went to the woman's back and, without any kind of warning, she gripped the bandages tight and ripped them from her body.

Riven wanted to kiss her, but Irelia's hand on her throat stopped her from moving forwards, "I didn't allow you to," She said, eyes darkening at the sight of Riven's chest laid bare, "But I do allow you to take mine off."

Riven smirked, "Yes, my Captain," She mumbled, before unclasping the offending piece of clothing, pulling it away from the captain and throwing it to the side.

And staring, unashamedly, once more.

She didn't have much time to do so, though, for Irelia pressed her lips against her own once more, her tongue licking up her bottom lip before biting down on it hard, eliciting a groan to come out of Riven's throat.

The former Noxian flipped them swiftly, placing herself on top of the Ionian, pushing her down with her body.

She felt Irelia's hands come up to her—

She grabbed her by the wrists and pinned both of the Ionian's hands above her head, kissing her harshly on the mouth.

Using only one hand to keep Irelia's in place, she used the other to grab Irelia's jaw and force her to look up, so as to make room to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck, down to her collarbone, which she bit and licked and kissed, over and over again.

Irelia wanted to complain, wanted to moan out how it was not fair, how she should be the one in charge.

Truth was, she didn't want to be in charge, for a change.

So she allowed Riven's hands to move down to her waist, the Ionian meekly obeying the silent command of keeping her hands above her head.

Riven continued trailing down, her fingers feeling like hot coal on Irelia's skin, her lips on the woman's body forcing shuddering breaths out of her.

Stealing one glance at Irelia's breathless expression, Riven opened her mouth and placed it on one of Irelia's breasts.

She had to keep herself from biting down on the sensitive skin, as she heard Irelia moan out loudly when her tongue came to contact with her nipple.

Deciding she wanted to hear more of that, she continued licking thoroughly, letting one of her hands play with Irelia's other breast, trying to replicate what she was doing with her mouth.

She licked her own fingers between licks and bites, letting her damp digits twist and pinch the other nipple, using her mouth to suck and kiss and bite and lick the one that was trapped by her lips.

"Riven," Irelia growled in between sinful moans, not being able to obey her anymore, her hands rushing to the former Noxian's head, gripping her hair tight, pressing her against herself, as if she craved more contact, as if such a thing were possible.

The gesture proved to be enough to turn Riven's blood into liquid ecstasy.

She switched breasts, letting her mouth move to the other, letting her other hand come up to play with the one she had just released, relishing on the constant chanting of her name that Irelia was executing.

She continued with her ministrations until the heat between her legs became too much for her to handle.

She hoped Irelia was under the same circumstances.

A sly smirk formed on those lips of hers as she considered finding out herself.

She made a trail of kisses down Irelia's abdomen, trying not to focus on the muscles she could feel on her way down, the hardness of the other woman's slim body, for she knew she'd trail off her current goal.

She reached the waistline of Irelia's jeans and looked up, her eyes quickly finding Irelia's.

There was no such thing as a question in Riven's red ones.

There was only a warning.

Whatever she wanted to do, it was going to get done.

No asking for permission nor authorization, for she knew she had it, already.

And, after all, Irelia wasn't in control anymore.

Hot glare of red eyes on ice cold blue ones, Riven quickly undid the button and unzipped her pants, before jumping out of the couch and forcefully pulling from the woman's pants.

Irelia sat up, her back landing against the couch's backrest as she pivoted towards Riven, her pants quickly coming off as the white haired warrior threw them to a side before kneeling on the ground, in front of the Captain of the Ionian Guard.

She locked her gaze on Irelia's as her hands slid up the other woman's thighs, stopping only when they found the fabric of her underwear.

Again, with no question whatsoever, she pulled them off.

Unable to hold Irelia's gaze any longer, she allowed herself to look down, her hands pushing Irelia's knees away so as to make more room for herself.

Seeing Irelia already so wet made her go mad with lust.

So Riven brought her mouth closer—

Irelia cried out as she felt Riven's tongue on her, lapping at the wetness of her core before circling her clit, applying the right amount of pressure, going as fast as she needed her to go.

She could grow addicted to it.

To her.

Her hands quickly found Riven's hair again, keeping her in place, as if the former Noxian would ever leave from between her legs.

Riven continued licking her up, pressing her clit with her tongue, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it.

The way Irelia moaned out her name was clear indication that she had liked it, so Riven repeated the pattern, hellbent on being the one in charge, but desperate to please the other woman.

She didn't stop as she felt Irelia's body tensing more and more by the second, nor as she heard her jagged breaths speed up.

She didn't stop, but she wanted to do something else.

Considering Irelia was already wet enough, she quickly stood up before sitting back down on the couch, her legs to each side of Irelia's as she straddled her.

She saw the dazed look of confusion on the other woman's face, but it didn't last long, as she entered her with two fingers, pushing them as deep into her as she could, her free hand coming up to her throat, her lips pressing hard against the Ionian's.

She swallowed down each and every moan that she let out, moaning herself as she felt Irelia's tongue inside her mouth, tasting herself off of her own tongue, her fingers thrusting in and out of her, feeling her tighten around them more and more, bit by bit, until—

She pressed hard on her neck and bit down on her bottom lip as she felt her come, crying out in pleasure as she did so, shutting her eyes close.

Letting her ride it out easily, Riven slowly slowed down her thrusting, gently releasing her throat, lovingly kissing and licking the spot she had bit on her bottom lip.

She smirked when she saw Irelia finally open her eyes again, seeing the fog in them as she tried to focus on something, anything, her breathing still ragged, only able to let out a breathless, "Gods."

Then those blue eyes locked on hers—

She didn't have time to react as Irelia kissed her hard, pushing herself against the white haired woman, making her stand up and going up with her.

Grabbing her by the waist, without breaking the kiss, Irelia guided them towards the bed, pushing Riven towards it and climbing onto it herself, quickly straddling the other woman.

Riven chuckled, "Irelia—"

"Shut up," Irelia commanded in a growl, a hand on Riven's mouth. "My turn," She warned, before kissing the woman on the lips once more, one of her hands keeping her up above the other woman, the other going down to her pants.

"Take them off," She ordered her, the command being spoken against the other woman's lips.

Riven quickly obeyed, helping her take them off her.

Once she was naked, despite her desire to do so, Irelia did not do as Riven had done, for she did not look down.

She kept her eyes on Riven's, analyzing her expression as her fingers slowly explored.

She saw Riven's eyes widen, her mouth open in a silent gasp as the woman finally touched her core.

She smirked, "This wet, already?"

Riven closed her eyes—

Irelia pulled away, which made the former Noxian open her eyes once more.

"Look at me or I'll stop," Irelia warned in a low voice, the authoritative air she had adopted turning Riven on even more.

As if such a thing were possible.

So Riven kept her eyes open, not letting her fluttering eyelids close as Irelia's fingers dampened with her wetness and then pressed against her clit, rubbing circles against it.

A smirk formed on Irelia's lips as she moved her fingers lower—

A loud moan escaped Riven's mouth as Irelia entered her, slowly moving in and out of her, her fingers curling up every time she exited her, the Ionian practically dragging them out each time.

She continued doing that, continued pushing them in and pulling them out, watching Riven's expression as the stubborn Noxian refused to close her eyes, all because her Captain had commanded her to avoid doing so.

Considering she had been obedient enough, Irelia pulled out completely, bringing her fingers to her mouth as Riven whimpered, licking them clean, before quickly moving down the white haired woman's body.

She didn't give Riven time to think as she got between her legs and licked her up, swallowing the wetness and moaning at the feeling of it, of Riven's nails scratching her scalp and pulling from her hair, of the sound of the former Noxian's voice as she moaned out Yes, please, yes.

She picked up the pace, licking her up faster, dragging her tongue from her entrance to her clit, kissing and sucking, feeling how the woman was already rather close to her limit.

She wrapped her lips around her clit and quickly switched between sucking and licking, moaning at the sound of Riven's cries, the way the woman moaned out her name, so sinfully beautiful in the tone she was using.

She felt the former Noxian's thighs press against her head, her fingers gripping more tightly, her voice getting strangled—

She kept licking her up as she came, mimicking what the woman had done by slowing down to a halt, letting her enjoy the remnants of her orgasm as she did so.

Once Riven's body relaxed, Irelia climbed up to her once more, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Upon seeing her once more, Riven placed both of her hands to each side of Irelia's face and kissed her, moaning at the taste of herself on the Ionian's mouth.

"I wanted to do that for quite some time," Irelia confessed against her lips, as Riven pulled away to breathe.

The white haired warrior chuckled, "I wanted to do that for quite some time, too," She told her, before kissing her gently, the kiss being broken by a yawn that escaped Irelia's lips. "I think we should rest."

Irelia shook her head, making a sound of disagreement, "We were doing something important before this," She remembered, "We should—"

"We should rest," Riven repeated herself, "The world can wait until tomorrow." Then, a thought crossed her mind, "But if you really want to work now, then prove that you can stay up by letting me—"

"I know exactly what you're about to suggest," Irelia cut her off with a smirk of her own, "I don't have the energy for you to fuck me like that again."

Riven laughed at her words, shifting in her position a bit, if only to pull the covers from the bed and above them, "Then I think that tells you all you need to know."

Irelia sighed, getting comfortable on top of the other woman, closing her eyes as she laid her head on her shoulder, "But we got things to do."

Riven finished covering them up, "They've waited this long, I'm sure they can wait a few hours more." She said in a quiet voice, her hand coming up to Irelia's hair, the other going to her waist. "Now, rest up. You need it."

"What about you?"

"Right now, I'm wired enough that all I want is to fuck you senseless."

"Again."

She chuckled, "Again." She repeated, "So I will serve you as a pillow until I fall asleep myself."

Irelia smiled against the woman's sweaty skin, "That pleases me."

"I'm glad it does."

And she could hear the smile on her voice.

So it didn't take long for Irelia to finally fall asleep, the woman she wanted embracing her as she lost consciousness.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

About goddamn time, right?

Much love!