Their affair was a whirlwind. They met as often as possible without drawing too much attention, taking to different taverns throughout Noxus, though the original was their favorite and therefore the one they visited most. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other, making love throughout the night and only getting minimal sleep. Quinn wanted it to never end, but they both had their lives to return to.

Talon informed her that Katarina was sending him to the Freljord, claiming that Grand General Swain had recently visited the Winter's Claw and it was Talon's job to investigate what exactly he was up to. Of course, he wouldn't decline, always eager to go after Swain due to his suspicions of the general's involvement with Marcus Du Couteau's disappearance.

Quinn planned on visiting him before he departed, but for now she was still in Demacia, wandering the streets aimlessly. There was a small marketplace nearby that boasted fares from all over Valoran, from Ionia to Shurima, so she decided to see if there was anything that might catch her eye.

Despite her best efforts, her thoughts wandered to Talon again. She was glad she'd get to see him before he left, but she was going to miss him terribly. She'd gotten used to their routine and had no idea how long it would be until she saw him again.

She stopped in front of one of the vendors from Ionia, their booth decorated with intricate jewelry, fabric and stones. There were a few scarves hanging down from the top of the booth and they blew gently in the breeze. Quinn tilted her head in thought. Perhaps Talon would like one. He was going to the Freljord after all and now that winter was approaching it was going to be even more cold than usual.

Most of the scarves were flashy, with metallic embroidery or bold designs, things that didn't match Talon at all. He preferred to be unseen and never drew attention to himself. But there was one that seemed different than the others; it was simple, just a plain deep red color with nothing ornate about it.

"How much?" Quinn asked the vendor as she pointed to the scarf.

"Oh, that one isn't finished," the vendor replied, "None of the embroidery has been added…"

"That's fine, I'll take it as is."

The vendor shrugged and agreed, still charging her full price despite it not being as nice as the others.

"Quinn!" a voice called.

The scout turned her head in surprise, the vendor dropping the scarf in her hand as he counted the coins she'd given him.

It was Lux, of all people, running over to her excitedly. Garen didn't seem to be with her, for which Quinn was grateful. He'd probably hound her about being gone on missions for so long and she couldn't exactly tell him why.

"Hi, Lux," Quinn said as the girl approached her.

Lux's eyes were bright with curiosity as she examined the scarf in Quinn's hand.

"What's that?" she asked, "Getting ready for winter?"

"It's not for me, actually."

"Oh! Is it for that guy you like?"

Quinn's grip on the scarf tightened nervously. She'd completely forgotten that she'd mentioned her "crush" to Lux. Now that her relationship with Talon had intensified, she didn't know how to explain herself to the blonde.

"Y-Yes," she answered, "It's a gift… he's visiting the Freljord soon, so I thought –"

"Aw, how sweet of you! He's lucky to have such a thoughtful girlfriend – oh! Are you two dating officially now? I mean you're getting him a gift and all so I just thought…"

Quinn couldn't help but smile at Lux's inquisitive nature. There was something endearing about how naïve she really was.

"More or less," Quinn said softly.

"Congratulations!" Lux squealed, "What's his name? Where's he from? What does he do for a living? You should introduce him to everyone in the Vanguard!"

Oh, if only she knew what a horrible idea that was. Hell would freeze over before Jarvan let a Noxian into Demacia. And if he was to find out about Quinn's relationship with Talon he'd probably start a war out of rage.

"I'm sorry, I'm being nosy," Lux said sheepishly, "It's just… You're really nice Quinn and I like talking to you so I get carried away sometimes."

The blonde looked away embarrassed and Quinn rested a hand on her shoulder, offering her a warm smile when she looked back at her.

"That's very sweet of you, Lux," she said, "I'm about to leave for a mission, but when I come back maybe we could spend some time together? Do… whatever it is girls do. I'm not sure, I didn't have a lot of friends growing up."

It was sad, but true. Caleb had been her best friend and after his death, she became increasingly anti-social, not wanting to get attached to anyone in fear that she'd lose them again. All she'd really had was Valor, and while she adored him, she did miss human companionship. That's probably why she spent as much time possible with Talon, she thought. He was the only person she'd allowed herself to get close to since she lost Caleb.

Lux beamed at her and nodded vigorously, not minding Quinn's awkward explanation of her past.

"That sounds fun!" she squealed, "I'd really like that."

"Me too… But I do have to get going, I've got to get to Noxus."

"Alright! Are you taking your boyfriend his present on your way? Is he Noxian?"

Quinn hesitated, caught off guard by the abrupt question. She wasn't sure how Lux felt about Noxians. It was safe to say that most, if not all Demacians hated Noxians with every fiber of their being, but some were more tolerant than others. But she wasn't sure if Lux was one of those people.

"I'm kidding," Lux laughed, "Can you imagine? That'd be crazy."

"Yeah… crazy."

"Have a safe trip!" Lux called as Quinn quickly tried to escape.

The scout merely waved her hand back, worried that she might blurt something out that she knew she'd instantly regret. Now she knew not to mention Talon's Noxian heritage to Lux if that ever came up again.

She clutched the scarf tightly against her chest and took a deep breath. Yes, this entire affair was ridiculous, but she had strong feelings for Talon, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Was it love? She didn't think so, but she couldn't deny that there was something there. Something warm that bubbled up inside her whenever she felt his touch. She knew he would never feel the same, that he didn't do emotions, but that was okay with her. All she wanted was to be with him and to be in his arms. That was enough.

"A gift?"

Talon was surprised when the Demacian informed him that she got him something, cocking his brow as she rummaged through her satchel. She presented her gift with a wide smile, eagerly awaiting his response. It seemed to be some red fabric, which only confused Talon further.

"It's a scarf!" she explained when he didn't speak, "I thought it might help keep you warm while you're in the Freljord."

"Quinn…"

Her heart fluttered when he said her name, something he didn't do very often. His voice was genuinely sincere for once and he tilted his head to the side as a smile formed on his lips.

"That's sickeningly sweet of you," he teased, "Thank you."

She beamed, throwing the scarf over his head and wrapping around his neck for him. Talon grumbled in protest, but allowed her to continue. He couldn't help but notice the way her face was glowing and he didn't have the heart to stop her.

Quinn stepped back and admired her work. It seemed she'd been a little too enthusiastic and had wrapped it too tight, causing him to pull at it in an attempt to loosen it up. He pulled it up slightly to cover his mouth, preferring not to be so exposed.

"How do I look?" he asked sarcastically.

He'd folded his arms across his chest and furrowed his brows to give off a rather menacing appearance.

"Honestly? You look kinda scary… Don't look at me like that!"

Talon had narrowed his eyes at her comment, apparently unamused by being called scary. He unwound the scarf from around his neck and stepped back to close the gap between them. Quinn tilted her head confused as he gently placed the scarf over her shoulders.

"I think," he said thoughtfully, "It would look better on you."

Quinn felt color rush to her cheeks as he gingerly wrapped the scarf once around her neck, chuckling when she looked away in embarrassment. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and took her chin gently, turning her face back to look at him.

"I was right," he murmured, "You look nice in red. Matches your face."

"Shut up!"

She shoved him playfully and attempted to hide her face behind the scarf, but he quickly grabbed the ends of the scarf and pulled himself back, resting his forehead against hers.

"Make me," he teased.

Happy to accept the challenge, Quinn rose on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips to which he hummed contentedly. She pulled away after a moment, smiling when she saw the pleased look on his face.

"You know," he sighed, "Kat wants to me leave as early in the morning as possible tomorrow."

Quinn pouted. She'd been hoping that he wouldn't talk about the trip and instead focus on spending as much time together as possible while they had the chance. But now he was reminding her of just how little time they had left.

"Which means," he continued, "That I'm not letting you get any sleep tonight. I have other plans."

That was enough to send her heart racing again.

"Promise?" she asked teasingly.

"I can promise that you won't be able to walk right by the time I'm through with you."

"Talon-!"

He'd swept her up in his arms as he usually did, carrying her to the bed while she pretended to fight back against him. He tossed her down onto the mattress and she burst into a fit on nervous giggles. Something was different about him tonight but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The way he looked at her, his eyes seeming to spark with an idea, caused her to tremble ever so slightly.

"That scarf really does suit you," he murmured, "I'd like to see you in it… and nothing else."

Quinn felt her stomach flip and an embarrassed squeaking noise escaped her lips when words were unable to. After the last time she'd attempted to be seductive, Talon usually took the reins with foreplay and Quinn had no problems with that. She was certainly less experienced than him and didn't want to mess anything up. What if Talon laughed at her or made fun of her? Or stopped wanting her?

"Um… I…"

Talon noticed that she avoided his gaze and placed a hand on her cheek reassuringly.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want," he assured, "But we're not going to see each other for quite a while… Thought it might be a nice bonus gift."

The Demacian couldn't help but giggle a little, though she was still fairly nervous. She didn't want to make herself look stupid, but at the same time she wanted to give Talon what he wanted.

"Fine," she sighed, "But I have rules."

"Oh?"

"You're not allowed to laugh at me –"

"Birdie, I would never –"

"And you're not allowed to touch."

He quirked a brow at that, his interest caught.

"Alright. Seems fair."

Quinn nodded in approval and climbed off the bed as Talon adjusted himself to sit on the edge of it, watching her carefully. Her body was shaking as she stood in front of him, but she had made up her mind.

With a deep breath, she tugged her shirt off over her head, struggling momentarily since the scarf was still wrapped around her neck. Talon watched intently as she tossed the shirt to the side, enjoying the view.

Baby steps, she thought. There was no rush. She could take her time and do things at her own pace. Her pants were next, which were hastily thrown away to join her shirt. Now came the hard part.

Quinn looked down at herself, confirming that she was indeed in only her underwear at this point. She frowned at the sight of her chest, always having been self-conscious about not being particularly well-endowed.

"They're lovely."

She looked up, surprised to hear Talon's voice. She'd been lost in her thoughts too long and had briefly forgotten he was there.

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

"Your breasts. They're very nice. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Her face burned red and she instinctively folded her arms over her chest to cover herself. Talon moved to stand and reach for her, but she quickly took a step back and shook her head.

"No touching, remember?"

Talon scoffed and sat back down, crossing his arms as he waited for her to continue.

His little comment had given her a slight boost in self-esteem and she was reenergized, filled with a newfound determination.

She took her time removing her bra, smirking at the impatient expression on Talon's face before tossing it away as well.

"See?" he remarked, "I told you. Beautiful."

Quinn had to fight the urge to immediately fling herself on him, biting her lip to suppress the urge. Apparently, that struck a nerve with Talon as he squirmed uneasily, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. She felt like she should say something, but worried that something stupid would come out if she dared to open her mouth.

Instead she hooked her thumbs through the sides of her panties, pulling them down slightly only to change her mind and keep them on, much to Talon's frustration. He attempted to reach out and yank her hand down, but she was quick to smack his hand away, shaking her head in disapproval.

"I said no touching," she taunted.

"You're killing me here, woman. Put me out of my misery."

"Maybe if you ask nicely."

Talon groaned when she grinned at him mischievously.

"Would you please hurry up? I'm not a man known for my patience."

Quinn rolled her eyes but obliged, slipping off the panties as slowly as possible just to infuriate the assassin further. Once they were at her ankles she kicked them to the side, grabbing the tails of the scarf and pulling them down against her side.

Talon's eyes were heavily lidded and burnt with passion, subconsciously licking his lips as he admired her naked body.

"Fuck," he breathed after a moment, "You really do look good in red."

She smiled bashfully, wanting to hide her face again. It was difficult, but she suppressed the urge and instead stepped closer to Talon, sitting down on his lap to straddle him.

"Your turn," she whispered.

She didn't have time to process what happened next, but it took only a moment for her to be on her back with a very enthusiastic Talon ravaging her neck and groping the breasts she'd been so insecure about just moments ago.

Her moans were so loud that Talon had to shush her gently, petting her hair gently to calm her down.

"Easy there, we're just getting started," he teased.

"Talon…"

Her breathing had already become ragged and she couldn't stop squirming against his touch. He loved to see her like that, to know that he was the reason she melted into a puddle.

"Yes?" he asked, not really expecting a response.

She moaned again when he grinded his hips against hers, her breath hitching violently.

"Fuck!" she gasped, "Fuck me, Talon!"

Her voice was music to his ears.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Author's Note: And we have finally started on actual plot! Woo! I really wanted to develop the relationship between Quinn and Talon first, even it it's a strictly physical relationship at this point. Now that we've gotten the ball rolling, things are going to start happening! I'm currently working on the next chapter, but I'm not sure how soon it'll be up since I'm debating on which direction to take the story in. So yeah, there you go! Reviews are always loved and thank you for all the favorites and follows!