Chapter 8

Talon woke first, never one to get a lot of sleep. There was still a faint drumming of rain against the window, but it seemed that the worst of the storm had passed. He moved to stretch but his limbs seemed to be locked in place. Confused, he looked around to see that Quinn had attached to herself to him, an arm and leg thrown over him and pulling him as close to her body as possible.

She was still asleep, a serene expression on her face that he hadn't seen before. A small smile crept onto his lips. He had to admit that she looked pretty cute like that, so pleasant and at peace.

Regardless, he wanted control over his limbs again, feeling some of the muscles he'd used last night ache from their confinement. He squirmed a bit and managed to push her arm and leg off, seizing the opportunity to stretch. A yawn escaped him and as he sat up, he realized just how well rested he felt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so well.

There was a groan from Quinn, who seemed upset that she'd been moved from her comfortable position. Her arm searched for him, lazily sliding over the bed before finding one of his legs. She quickly latched on and pulled it to her chest, nuzzling her face into his thigh.

Talon laughed, the sight of her cuddling his leg too amusing for him to stay silent. Quinn's eyes blinked open wearily, tilting her head back to look up at the owner of the leg she was currently hugging. It took a moment for her vision to focus, but once she was able to make out his face she just smiled and went back to holding his leg.

"Morning, birdie," he chuckled, "What are you doing?"

"You moved," she answered through a yawn, "I was comfy… not very nice of you."

"Can't say I'm known for being very nice."

Quinn huffed and placed a hand on his other leg, realizing that there were several scars there as well for her to trace. Talon hummed in approval as her fingers glided over his skin and Quinn looked up at him in surprise.

"That… feels nice," he muttered.

"You have so many of them," she said in awe.

"I've been through a lot of shit. Comes with the territory."

She nodded thoughtfully, her hand wandering upwards to follow a particularly long scar that ran from his thigh up to his waist.

"Do you remember how you got them?" she asked.

"Not all of them, but some."

He reached down and placed his hand over hers, spreading their palms out to press against the end of the scar she'd been so fascinated with.

"That one's from a Shuriman thief," he explained, "Caught me completely off guard. He begged for his life after that, but they usually do."

Quinn finally sat up, keeping her hand pressed against his skin, enjoying the warmth he radiated. Talon's eyes wandered over to her body and he was surprised to see a long, jagged scar that went from her collarbone down to her hip, the only blemish on her otherwise flawless skin.

"How the hell did you get that?" he asked.

His hand left hers to touch her neck, his fingers brushing against the scar gingerly.

"Oh…"

She looked down at herself as if she had forgotten the scar was even there. She wished she could forget, but that damn scar would stay with her for the rest of her life.

"A tuskvore," she replied, "I was… I was visiting my brother's grave."

Her voice became shaky and Talon worried that she was going to start crying again.

"You don't have to explain," he assured, "I can tell that it's painful."

She nodded but continued to speak.

"It's alright… He'd died the year before… He and I were hunting in the mountains and ran into a group of Demacian nobles hunting the tuskvore. They couldn't kill it quickly enough and it gored many of them to death."

A single tear rolled down Quinn's cheek, but she couldn't stop herself from speaking. The words spilled out of her, the floodgates opened for the first time in years.

"Caleb and I tried to help… we drove it off, but the monster had gotten to my brother while he was protecting the matriarch. They helped me bury him there… And then on the anniversary of his death, the beast came back. It was the same one, some of my arrows had broken off but stayed lodged in its hide. I would've died if Valor hadn't shown up."

Talon hadn't known how Quinn had acquired her feathered companion, but it was clearly more personal than he'd thought.

Quinn's tears fell freely now and she tried fruitlessly to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, "I… I've never really told anyone the whole story... I know you don't do emotions."

Her body trembled slightly and she began to pull away, but was suddenly wrapped up in Talon's arms, his hand raking through her hair soothingly. Quinn was stunned into silence.

"I don't do emotions," he said quietly, "But I'm not completely heartless. I'm… sorry for your loss."

For some reason that only pushed Quinn further over the edge and she began to sob into his chest, flinging her arms around him and squeezing him as tightly as possible.

Someone finally understood her. There was someone who shared her pain, someone that had also been left alone out of nowhere.

Talon wasn't sure what to do, he'd never really comforted somebody before. He kept stroking her hair as she seemed to like that, and decided to run his hand up and down her back, hoping that it would calm her down. It seemed to work, as her crying began to stop and she started to take several deep breaths.

"Thank you," she said softly, "You… you're not as bad as you seem."

"Don't tell anyone," he teased, earning a small laugh in response.

Silence filled the room as they remained in their embrace, their breathing slowly falling in synch as Quinn's became steadier. She pressed her forehead against his chest, studying the way it rose and fell in time with her heart.

They stayed like that a little while longer, though Quinn wished it could've been forever.

"The rain stopped."

Quinn pulled back to look up at him, finding his face tilted down towards her with his eyes closed. He was right; there was no longer the distinct patter of rain on the window and Quinn wondered just how long they'd been holding each other.

"It did," she replied.

His eyes opened and she saw the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

"This is nice," he said after a moment.

"It is," she breathed.

There was a pause before he spoke again.

"I want to see you again."

Quinn blinked and tilted her head in confusion.

"After this," he explained, "We have to go our own ways here, but I want to do this again."

Oh. Quinn had figured this would be a onetime thing, that he'd use her for sex and then be done with her. She hadn't expected him to have the slightest interest in continuing the affair.

"Really?" she asked.

"Is it that hard to believe? After everything that's happened and what we've shared… I don't want to go back to trying to kill each other… not yet at least."

She scoffed and pushed her forehead against his chest as he chuckled, squeezing her to assure that he was just joking.

"I… I would like to see you again, too."

It was true. Talon made her feel something no one else had and she didn't want that feeling to disappear anytime soon.

"How much longer are you staying in Noxus?" he asked.

"Only a few days. The only way I could convince Jarvan to let me back out into the field early was if I started out with a couple short missions."

Talon frowned, but an idea dawned upon him and his lips quickly turned up into a grin.

"Then we don't have that much time together," he breathed, "Perhaps we should get a second round in while we're here."

Quinn's face flushed as he kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her arms, unable to stop herself from letting out a weak moan.

"I-I can come back tonight," she gasped.

"While I normally wouldn't argue, it'd be too suspicious. Kat will wonder where I am and the patrons here will notice if we keep coming back every day… Sid has quite a few regulars that will stick their noses where they don't belong."

"Then what do we- ah!"

The assassin had bit at her throat and she gasped in surprise, not wanting to admit to herself how much that had turned her on.

"We'll have to space out visits," he hummed as he continued to nip at her neck, "Probably find other places to meet. For now, we can meet here again before you have to go back. Two days should be enough time to draw suspicion away. But since I have you here, right now…"

Suddenly Quinn was on her back, arms pinned above her head as Talon straddled himself above her. For the first time since she'd woken up she realized that they were both still completely naked and embarrassment washed over her. She trembled slightly as he leant over to whisper in her ear.

"Let me have you again."

The Demacian trembled at the sensuality that laced his words and moaned quite loudly when he bit her earlobe, squeezing her legs together tightly.

"Didn't you say Katarina was going to be suspicious?" she gasped, trying desperately to not throw herself at him.

"She can wait," he breathed, "Right now, I just want you."

Quinn's heart was racing as he trailed his lips down to her collarbone and she briefly wondered if it was just as loud to him as it was to her. She wasn't expecting to dive right back into things; she was still recovering from last night. Yes, it had been amazing and the most wonderful experience of her life, but she wasn't sure if she could do it again so soon.

"Talon…"

He paused to look at her, a brow cocked expectantly.

"Do you not want to?" he asked.

"No! I do, it's just…"

"Too fast?"

She was surprised how easily he was able to seemingly read her thoughts. Or was she just that obvious about her nervousness? After a moment of hesitation, she nodded, feeling more than a little pathetic.

Talon either didn't see her nod or chose not to, going back to littering her collarbone with kisses and gentle bites.

"Tell me when you want to stop," he whispered, "I'll go slowly and once we reach the point where you are done, I'll stop. Alright?"

He looked back up to make eye contact with her and she felt her stomach tie itself into knots when she saw his face, genuine and sincere, eyes filled with understanding.

"Alright," she breathed, "Ok… that sounds fair. Take it easy on me, alright?"

"No promises."

To her surprise, Quinn never ended up telling him to stop. Apparently, she had more stamina than she'd anticipated.

She tried to do her job for the next two days they were apart, but she found herself lost in thoughts of Talon.

Jarvan had wanted her to lay low and assess the state of Noxus overall and see if there were any spikes of aggression towards Demacia that seemed unusual. She'd wander the streets, listening from rooftops, only to hear uninteresting stories about looters and thieves, nothing that concerned Demacia. Since there didn't seem to be anything to worry about, her mind drifted to Talon and she'd remember the way his touch shot electricity through her entire body.

Her hand would often wander up to her neck and she'd run her fingers against the marks he had left there, remembering the way she'd moaned when he had bit her for the first time. It was odd at first, unusual, but when he began to suck at her skin she came undone, melting under his touch and begging for more.

The thought turned her face red and she quickened her pace, ready to see him again. She didn't bother trying to be stealthy this time, running up the stairs of the tavern as a few confused patrons watched her. Sid quickly pulled their attention away by offering more drinks and Quinn noted that she'd have to thank him later.

She didn't bother knocking on the door, instead letting herself inside and quickly closing the door behind her.

Talon was by the side table, setting down his weapons when she burst in, causing him to look over in surprise. His face eased into a smile when he saw the scout rushing to close the door behind her.

"Hey there, birdie," he said, "Most people knock, you know."

Quinn just rolled her eyes and sauntered over to him, taking his hands and setting them on her waist. He raised a brow, not expecting her to be so forward.

"Someone's eager," he teased, "I only got here a few minutes ago myself."

"I was worried you wouldn't show up," she admitted, "So I came as fast as I could."

"And pass up on more amazing sex? Not likely."

Quinn giggled like a schoolgirl as he squeezed her waist, her cheeks burning when he leant over to gently nip at her earlobe.

"But I do need to finish disarming myself, which you so rudely interrupted."

A small whine escaped Quinn's lips as he released her and Talon couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her pouting face.

"Patience, birdie," he sighed, "I've got a lot of blades to deal with here."

"Do you even use all of them?"

"No, but I will always be prepared if I need to."

Quinn huffed and set her crossbow down on the table as he returned to removing all of his hidden blades. She tossed her cloak on the floor and kicked her boots off as she made her way over to the bed, crashing down on it with a dramatic sigh.

"If you had waited, I would've been ready when you got here," he called, "This is your own fault."

She watched as he pulled a blade out of each of his boots and set them on the table next to the rest, yanking the boots off and throwing them to the side lazily. God, how many blades did he have? And how did he not stab himself with them whenever he moved?

After what felt like an eternity, Talon turned around to face her, apparently finished at long last. He leant back and rested his hands on the table, his eyes focusing on the girl that was currently sprawled on the bed. When she realized that he'd stopped disarming, she sat up excitedly, her heart beginning to race when she met his intense eyes with her own.

A few moments passed and nothing happened, much to Quinn's displeasure.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked.

He shrugged, a sly grin forming on his lips.

"Convince me," he purred.

Oh.

Quinn wasn't very experienced with sex, let alone seduction. What was she supposed to do?

When he saw the confusion on her face he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Seduce me," he said more firmly, "Be sexy. Or do you not want me?"

The scout knew that was definitely not the case. And how dare he make fun of her for her inexperience? What an ass.

With a determined look on her face, Quinn grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it off in one, swift movement, tossing it to the side and placing her hands on her hips defiantly.

Talon laughed under his breath and nodded in approval.

"Better. Keep going."

Quinn's eyes wandered down to look at herself. She was wary to take anything else off, not wanting to be the only one naked when there was a smug Talon staring at her on the other side of the room. She'd have to solve that.

She practically leapt from the bed, Talon's eyes widening in surprise as she slinked up to him, a mischievous grin on her face. Before he could make one of his usual snarky comments, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it on the floor to join her own.

Talon squirmed slightly, startled by her boldness, but quickly recovered and flashed her another devilish grin.

"Not bad," he taunted, "Now what?"

She hesitated, slightly entranced by the sight of his bare chest. The scars that crisscrossed over his skin and the way his abs rippled when he breathed was enough to leave her breathless. Her eyes wandered further down, but the view was cut short by his pants.

Annoyed, Quinn reached for his belt and unbuckled it hastily, tugging it off slightly harder than she'd expected. She reached for his waist to unbutton him when his hand caught hers, holding it back so that her finger tips could just barely brush against him. She looked up and was met with Talon's face hovering in front of hers, his eyes blazing as he bit his lip seductively.

"Good girl," he purred, "But now it's my turn."

She began to protest, but he had already lifted her up and taken her to the bed, making quick work of her pants and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

"Hey!" she gasped, her voice cracking when she heard the snap of the bra coming loose, "What happened to me convincing you?"

"You were taking too damn long," he growled, "It was driving me insane."

Her bra slid off and he pushed her down onto her back, kissing her neck hungrily and leaving those bite marks she loved so much.

"Wait!" she breathed, "I didn't get to finish with you."

She felt him smile against her neck and a deep laugh rumbled in his chest.

"I told you, I was getting impatient. Now shut up and let me fuck you."

Author's Note: I tried writing smut, it didn't work out very well. I might try to again but as of now I'm sticking to what I'm comfortable with. Next chapter will actually see some plot development! Yay! Things are going to happen! It might take a little while though cause I'm still figuring out how I want the story to go exactly. So bear with me, I'll try to update as soon as I can. Reviews are deeply appreciated as always. See you next time!