Day 1 of therapy:
"Welcome you two! About time you got here! For a second I was afraid cho'gath had gotten to you!" greeted happily, a cheery smile on her face. Sejuani and Fiora weren't so happy. "Oh come on now, put a smile on those pretty faces of yours!" Sejuani frowned and glared at the woman, while Fiora kept a blank expression. "Close enough...ANYWAYS! Today is the first day of therapy, so let's try our hardest to get better ok? Now, for our first activity, we're going to be cooking, so let's hurry to class. We're already behind schedule." Sejuani wasn't to pleased about the idea of cooking, though Fiora seemed quite eager to get to work.
lead the pair through the many halls of the league before stopping at a door with the label:"COOKING" on it. "Here we are!" The room they entered was almost completely white. White walls, white ceiling, white people. Wait, people?
Sure enough, around 20 other girls were already there, each at their own desk, equipment out and ready. Each 'desk' was made of black granite that seemed to protrude unevenly from the brown tiled floor. "Ok class, today were gong to be making an omelet. I want you to work with your partner to make the omelet. I don't care what kind, just make it tasty!" seemed quite eager to get started, probably because she would get to eat them all.
Sejuani and Fiora took their places near the back of the classroom, where they stood awkwardly in front of the black granite table, with a stove, frying pan, eggs, mixer, and so on and so forth, everything needed to make an omelet, and almost every other food if they wished. "Since you don't know how to cook, leave this up to me." Fiora stated, grabbing the eggs and getting to work on cracking them open and mixing them. "Nope! Not so fast!" voice yelled as she swiped the egg out of Fioras hand before it could be cracked. "You have to work together to make the omelet, not have one person do all the work. Now, Sejuani, I want you to gently crack the egg and allow the yolk to fall into this bowl." instructed, handing the unharmed egg to the boar rider.
Grumbling what was probably curses to their families, Sejuani reluctantly took the egg. Gently placing it on the edge of the bowl, Sejuani lifted it up and brought it down...
...with a little to much force.
The egg split in half, half the yellow goodness falling into the bowl, while the other half splat against the granite, forming a sticky, yellow puddle. "Ok...next time...be a bit more gentle...I think Fiora can finish the rest of the eggs." softly said, wiping some egg from her shirt. Sejuani and Fiora had put on aprons, so they weren't affected as much, though Fiora did snicker at the boar riders failure.
Fiora finished up the other 2 eggs, cracking and allowing the yolk to fall into the bowl as though she had been doing it her entire life. "Very good Fiora. Now, Sejuani, I want you to stir the eggs inside. Get them nice and mixed up, but don't go to fast or to hard. Be quick, but gentle." Sejuani did as she was instructed, grabbing the whisk mixer and beginning to mix the yellow contents. She was doing fine, surprisingly, and after a minute or so she stopped and set the bowl down. "Perfect! Good job Sejuani! Now, let's just pour this onto here~." While Sejuani had mixed the eggs, had turned on the stove, allowing the frying pan to heat up. Putting a little bit of oil so it didn't stick when it slid in, the eggs were slowly poured into the frying pan, a soft sizzle arising from it.
"Good, good. Now, Fiora, I believe you know what to do from here. So, I want you and Sejuani to finish up the omelet yourselves, while I go and check up on the other students. Remember, work together." As soon as had left, Sejuani reached over and grabbed a small bowl of ham that had been sliced into perfect, tiny little squares.
"Ham?" Fiora gave the boar rider a questioning look, though shrugged and sighed. "Fine. Pass me some of the basil." In a few minutes, the timer which had been set went off, ringing loudly to signal that time was up. "Alright, utensils down!" called. Every student set their things down, standing patiently and waiting for their teacher.
Each group had set their omelettes on a spotless white plate, allowing for easy taste access. went around testing every creation, commenting on each one. Once she had gotten to Sejuani and Fioras group, she was...actually quite impressed. The omelette looked delicious, and tested even more divine.
"Mm...very nice..." complimented as she finished chewing. Turning around, she began to walk up the aisle, headed to the front of the classroom, telling everyone what they were gonna do next. "It seems your not as uncultured as I though. Or perhaps you have swallowed some of your foolish pride and have figured out that if you acted like a good little girl, this would be over quicker." Fiora commented as she glanced at Sejuani. Sejuani, in turn, glared at her. "Be quiet. The only reason your not in a hospital right now is because I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to. So shut up, Noxian whore." Fiora visibly stiffened at this and glared at Sejuani.
Things went down hill from there. A fight broke out, eggs went flying, took an omelette to the face, and the room was left looking like a group of pigs had run around everywhere. "Ok...cooking...maybe not the best idea..." grumbled, wiping egg out of her hair.
Day 2 of therapy:
The next day Mrs. Fords took them to a volunteer center, where they would help build a school. The sun shined down on them as they worked just outside the leagues walls, in the town that surrounded the institute. "Fiora, hand me that hammer." Said woman turned to Sejuani, the hammer in her hand. "I'm using it. Go get someone else's."
Sejuani grumbled and turned away from the duelist, looking for a spare hammer, though everyone seemed to be using theirs. Looking around, Sejuani spotted a hammer on the ground not far away. Rushing to get it, she slipped, face planting in the dirt.
Laughter boomed out around as the other volunteers laughed at her, though that was quickly cut off by the cold glare she gave them. Returning to her post, Sejuani got back to work, though the amused smile in Fioras smug face wasn't something she liked. "Wipe that smile off your face, demacian, or I will." Sejuanis threat fell on deaf ears, Fiora simply smirking.
"Why should I? Are you embarrassed that you fell? It's nothing to be ashamed of, some people are just dumber than others. It's completely normal to trip over your own-" Fiora never got to finish as a wooden plank smacked into her gut, knocking the wind out of her. Raising the plank above her head, Sejuani brought it down, effectively breaking the plank on Fioras head.
Day 3...day 4...day 5...it all came the same. would take them each and every day to somewhere new in the hopes of getting them to work together, only to have them do something to irritate each other and then get into a fight that Sejuani started, though it was obvious Fiora was coaxing the anger out of the boar rider. For 3 weeks straight this went on. Every day took them somewhere, and every day the pair would return to their rooms with a few new bruises.
"Nothing I've tried has worked, dimitri. I'm not sure they CAN be helped. I've tried everything, nothing seems to work. I know, it's only been 3 weeks, but they have shown such hostility towards each other I'm not sure all the time in the world would be enough to help them." said one tired evening, plopping herself down on her office chair. Dimitri nodded his head, as though he had expected this. "Indeed...I'll get to work on seeing what else we can do. For now, take a few days off. Thank you for your hard work." Dimitri bowed and exited the room, grumbling something like, "damn right I'm taking a few days off."
After that, Sejuani and Fiora were left by themselves, more or less. They were still unable to participate in league matches, but they had a few days to themselves, where they weren't disturbed or fighting.
Sejuani, however, wasn't one to be lazy, and decided that, on the 5th day of no stupid therapy, she would go to one of the many training rooms. The training room was exactly what it sounded like. Red, matted floors to keep from fall damage, with brown walls enclosing the large space. Training dummies lined the walls, an arching range on one side of the room, taking up a long but thin space. Weapons, real and fake, were lined neatly in rows on racks, waiting to be used. Sighing, Sejuani smiled and inhaled the smell. It was just what she needed!
Sejuani was wearing a tight, blue shirt that was meant for working out. Cut sleeves showing off sleek muscle, the waist riding up, showing her toned abdominals. Black workout shorts and hand wrappings finished off the powerful woman. Sejuani wasn't one to care what people thought of her, so the way she looked meant little to her. "I see you had the same idea to." A displeased voice spoke from behind her.
Turning around, Sejuanis eyes unhappily spotted the duelist standing at the entrance, in similar, if not less revealing clothing. "Humph. Came to get your butt whooped like last time?" Sejuani taunted, ready for anything the duelist had to throw at her. Fiora smiled at the invitation to fight, but shook her head and walked past the winters wrath. "No, I am simply here to train and let off some steam." Fiora explained, setting a pink towel that she had on a bench before turning to regard the other woman. Emerald green eyes met icy cold ones, studying each other before turning away.
Fiora moved to one side of the room, grabbing a few practice dummies and setting them up in a way that they surrounded her. Sejuani, on the other hand, stood in front of a single, large, black punching bag. Taking a deep breath, Sejuani waited a few moments before suddenly lashing out, her fist colliding with the bag, a dull 'thud' resounding from the punch. Sejuani repeated this process, attacking quicker, but keeping her strong attacks going, putting all her force and weight into them.
Fiora, on the other hand, trained differently. Her hand to hand fighting style was much more refined than Sejuanis. When Fiora lashed out, it was perfectly executed, not a hair out of place. Her fists connected with would-be vital spots, hitting quick and fast, though not carrying the damaging power that Sejuanis did.
Both women trained in silence for an hour, both going through their different routines before they stopped, taking a quick break to re-hydrate. Fiora walked over to Sejuani, watching her with critical eyes as she stacked the bag. "You attack much to rashly. Your punches are powerful, but most of the time, a moving opponent would dodge your blows easily." Fiora commented as Sejuani punched the bag once more.
"All I care about is knocking my opponent down. If I miss a hit or two, no big deal, I get a punch to the face or maybe the chest. I return it with a good old one-two." Which Sejuani demonstrated, punching the bag in what would be an opponents gut before punching higher, in the face. "What do you care how I fight anyways?" Questioned the winters wrath, who wasn't used to being questioned, especially not by any Demacian.
Fiora was about to respond, but a laugh even more annoying than Lux's pieced the air. "HA HA! Hello ladies! I see you were desperate for a piece of DRAAAAAAVEN and decided to wait for me. I'm flattered." The glorious executioner carried that cocky grin he always wore, smile seemingly stapled on the sides of his cheeks, keeping him from ever frowning. Fiora and Sejuani frowned as the glorious executioner walked towards them, not at all happy with the sight of him.
"Now, since you ladies are so overly dressed for the occasion, allow me to help you." Draven purred, reaching for Fioras rear end. Of course, his hand never got there, as Sejuani grabbed his arm and kicked his feet out from under him. Fiora quickly followed up by jumping into the air and allowing herself to come down, knees like knives, falling like a star until they crashed against dravens stomach, taking his breath away. Sejuani grabbed the downed man and, to add insult to injury, spread his legs.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt...a lot..." Sejuani cooed, her voice dark and menacing with the slightest hint of fake seduction. Dravens eyes nearly exploded as he let out a unmanly scream, legs clamping together to cover his private area, which had just been kicked by Sejuani. Whimpering like a dog, Draven rolled onto his stomach. "The mighty Draven...will excuse himself now...ladies..." Draven croaked weakly, crawling on the ground to the door, where he fumbled around with the knob before successfully pushing it open and crawling out.
Fiora and Sejuani watched him go, smiling once his legs dissapeared behind the door. "Very nice. Who knew you could pack such a punch." Sejuani commented, giving the woman a high five. Fiora lightly chuckled, nodding her head. "Indeed. I like the added touch of kicking his balls. I was going to, but I wanted to spare him the pain. Besides, it must be painful enough for him to wake up every day knowing he will amount to nothing." Sejuani laughed and slapped the duelist on the back, Fiora joining into the laughter. Once the laughter had died down, both women stood there in silence, smiling at each other...before it dawned on them.
"Did we just...agree on something?" Sejuani mumbled in confusion, her brow furrowing, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"Not only that...we laughed and gave each other a high five without killing one another..."
It was odd...to not feel anger or rage towards Fiora. It was strange. Shrugging, Sejuani awkwardly coughed and turned her attention back to the punching bag. "Anyways..." She mumbled, giving the bag a weak punch, her mind still trying to comprehend what had happened. "You know I could help you with that." Sejuani looked questioningly at the duelist.
"Your attacks, as I said before are rash and would miss most of the time. I can help you time your attacks, aim them better and help distribute your weight when you punch." Fioras offer floated through the air strangely, as though unsure it wanted to reach Sejuanis ears. "Sure...I guess...why not." Fiora smiled, nodding her head.
"However in return you must teach me."
Sejuani, once again, gave the French woman a questioning look. What could Fiora possibly want to learn from her?
"You see, while my attacks hardly miss and are good at hitting their mark, I do not have the viciousness that you have. You attack with a crazed violence that at times is the reason you lose fights, but for the most part, it keeps you alive long enough to crush your foe." Sejuani was caught off guard by the comment, but nodded dumbly.
And so, began their training of each other. Every day after that experience was spent, strangely, helping one another in what they lacked. As the days passed, the pair had, oddly, become closer. They were still awkward around each other, and though they still at times pushed their buttons a bit to far and ended up getting into a heated argument, they always come back. The pair talked more and more, slowly becoming at ease with each other around.
Sejuani had never been one to talk much, and usually expressed her feelings through her actions, yet with Fiora, it was as though saying nothing said everything. Fiora would ask a question, and while Sejuani wouldn't reply, Fiora could almost read invisible words that seemed to float in front of her. A grunt, a snort, a smirk, any sort of expression the boar rider expressed was like a paragraph to the duelist.
Slowly but surely, the duo became more in sync, and their training became fighting, in which they sparred against each other on what they learned. It was a strange transition for the both of them, but admittedly, not a bad one.
One day, as the pair met up at the training rom, Draven was waiting for them. This time, Draven was not alone. With the grand executioner were a few of his friends. A rag tag group of Noxian scum that followed Draven around, doing as he wished and acting as his bodyguards.
"Hello ladies. I'm here to repay the favor from the other day. Now, you can either surrender and we can have some fun, or the mighty DRAAAAVEN will have to put you in your place." Sejuani and Fiora didn't look impressed, simply quirking an eyebrow and looking to each other. "Shall we?" Sejuani asked, grinning. Fiora nodded.
"Let's."
In a flash of movement, Sejuani and Fiora had dashed forward, charging the group. Smirks and cocky grins were wiped from faces as the duelist and winters wrath came upon them, fists flying. Working together, the pair punched, kicked, tripped and took down the pathetic thugs that Draven had surrounded himself in. The glorious executioner was stunned by their display of power, his eyes wide as both woman pulled their fists back and knocked his lights out. "Nice job twinkle-toes. Your getting better at knocking them down with one hit. Me like."
Fiora chuckled and shrugged, gathering the towel that she had carelessly thrown on the floor. "I could say the same for you. Your not missing as many punches or kicks as you normally would have." Both women gathered their things before stepping over (Sejuani stepped on) the bodies of fallen men, pushing open the training room before closing it behind them.
Both woman set their things down in their usual places, stretching and warming themselves up as they usually did. "So, shall we train or spar today?" Fiora questioned, bending over and touching her toes, staying like that for a few seconds before slowly coming up. "Hmm...how about some friendly competition instead?" Sejuani suggested, doing a few jumping jacks to warm up. "What do you have in mind?"
She had a lot in mind, in fact. The competitions started with a race. Backs against the wall, the woman were to run to the other side of the training room as fast as they could and back. Whoever touched the wall first won.
"On your mark."
Both woman took a deep breath.
"Get set."
Smiling, both woman gave each other a glancing look before they both yelled.
"GO!"
Like a bullet, they were off, legs carrying them faster then most people. Most would think that Fiora would be the faster of the two, as she was more nimble and the way she fought was fast and precise, yet Sejuani was keeping up with her quite easily. Toe and toe, they charged across the room, closer and closer. Sejuani jumped up, using her foot to kick off the wall and twist in the air, propelling herself forward without having to stop, touch and turn around. Fiora was a bit surprised, but grinned and pushed to catch up with the boar rider. The race ended with Fiora just barely catching up and winning by a hairs length.
"You...cheater..." Fiora panted, though the smile in her lips betrayed her angry tone. Laughing, Sejuani shrugged. "You never said we couldn't do that." The competitions continued, from rope climbing, to more races, to tests of who could lift more weight and so on and so forth. Surprisingly, the pair were evenly matched on most things, though Sejuani could admittedly lift much more than Fiora could.
By the time they were done and had taken score, they realized they had come to a stand still. Even points, even wins. "How should we settle this than?" Sejuani asked, looking to Fiora, who grinned. "How about we fight each other? If I can get you onto your back, I win, and vice versa." Sejuani liked the idea of that, though she didn't want to be put in another therapy session because Fiora woke up with a black eye. So, the winters wrath walked to a cabinet, reaching in and fumbling around.
"What are you looking for?" The duelist questioned, a hand on her hip as she looked at the boar rider curiously. Fiora was just quick enough to duck as a boxing glove went sailing over her head, it's twin landing in Fioras grasp. "Oops." Sejuani commented, though the cocky twinkle in her eyes showed she meant to do that. Grumbling, Fiora put on the blue boxing gloves, Sejuani wearing a similar, red pair. "Alright twinkle toes, let's-"
A punch to the cheek stopped Sejuani in her tracks. The boar rider was a bit surprised by the sudden attack, but grinned and smirked. "-begin." The fight started off slow, both of them circling each other, looking for an opening in each other's defenses. Having sparred together, they had learned each other's tactics, the way they fought and even how to counter it.
Sejuani made the first move, stepping forward and faking a punch to Fioras face, who instinctively blocked. When she did, the boar rider smiled and quickly retracted her arm, instead using her foot to swipe at Fioras legs. The duelist had expected this and hopped up, dodging the swipe.
Fiora than pushed the offensive, her boxing gloves punching rapidly in several places, trying to get Sejuani to make a wrong move. Smirking, the ashen haired woman took the blows, her gloves protecting her face, ignoring every other hit. As quick jab came to her gut, stepped forward, into the punch.
The punch was cut short, with not as much power, and also forcing Fioras arm to fold a bit. This is what the larger woman had wanted, who delivered a hard punch to the duelists face. Growling, Fiora used one hand to block, her other hand coming up to uppercut the ashen haired woman's chin.
Their fight continued for a few more minutes, both gaining and losing ground continuously. Eventually, both came to a halt, simply panting and staring at each other, a thin sheen of sweat covering their bodies from the activity. "Your good at keeping up...for a demacian..." Sejuani commented, smiling at the red/brown haired woman before her. Said woman grinned right back, blowing some hair out of her face. "Your not bad yourself...for a barbarian..."
After having spent so much time together, Fiora had learned that the winters claw wasn't as barbaric as she seemed. Stubborn, rash, rarely listened to others, didn't think when she fought and spent most of her spare time working out, yes, but not barbaric. Sejuani had a relatively normal side, which she wasn't willing to show others. Having lived in the harshest, coldest and most desolate place in the world, she had become tough and untrusting, unwilling to show weakness. Emotions, care, gentleness, it was all weakness to her, but in the face of Fiora, she had been willing to lower her guard and show a side no one else had seen. A playful, gentle side.
Once you had gotten past the tough, cold, angry, muscular, violent and highly dangerous exterior, she was like a large teenage girl, unsure of her life, alone and stubborn, ignoring her parents and trying to find her own way through life.
Sejuani could say the same about Fiora. Sejuani had learned that the duelist, while just as stubborn as she was, also had a gentler side. The duelist was like a girl who had always gotten A's on tests and now that she had gotten an A-, she was angry and blamed everyone. She strived to be the best, strived to reach the top of the world, and while she was doing a great job at it, she had her doubts. After seeing so many amazing fighters at the league, Fiora had begun to doubt herself, though she covered it up with a violent, cocky attitude mixed with a short temper.
They had grown a mutual respect for each other, and while both of them got under each other's skin in the most horrible and annoying ways at times, they couldn't deny that the other was the closest thing they had to a friend that understood them.
A friend that wasn't putting them on pedestals, expecting more than they could give, using her or simply not caring about her.
Sejuani smiled and stepped forward, Fiora not moving.
Another step closer, a step back.
Another step closer, another step back.
Another step closer, another step back.
Another step closer, another step-
Fioras leg stopped as it collided with a dummy that was left on the floor, making her fall backwards. Landing with a thud, Fiora groaned as she looked up at Sejuani, who was smiling smugly down at her.
Extending a hand, Fiora grumbled but took it anyways. The boar rider was about to pull the downed duelist up when she was pulled down with a startled squeak. Sejuani fell forward, landing ontop of Fiora, though she managed to plant her hands on the floor so she didn't crush the smaller woman. Now it was the duelists turn to smile smugly, suddenly rolling them over so she was on top, sitting on Sejuanis waist, while her hands pinned Sejuanis to the floor. "I win." Fiora purred, grinning down at the woman.
Sejuani was about to reply with a biting comment, but she noticed how close their proximity really was. Fioras face hovered above hers, her warm breath gently gusting over the boar rider as she panted. Their lips were just inches away, eyes staring into one another.
For a few moments they stared there, simply staring into one another's eyes. By this time, the grip on Sejuanis hands had lessened, and she could easily break free of Fioras grasp, but she didn't. Sejuani felt strangely comfortable beneath the duelist, whose smug smirk had dissipated into a smaller, gentler smile. Sejuani felt her cheeks flush as she realized what she had just thought, her icy blue eyes tearing away from those emerald green orbs, looking to the side.
'Just calm down sej, you just lost a fight. N-no I won! Wait, why am I stuttering? Ugh! Get your head straight! Your not into this snobby Demacian! No way you are! No way those sexy green eyes have- ugh! Ok, maybe if-"
Sejuanis thoughts were cut off as a gentle hand softly trailed up her jaw, resting against her right cheek, softly turning Sejuanis face back to look at the owner. Icy blue met sea green eyes. "Sejuani..." Normally, Sejuani wouldve bristled and growled angrily at that voice. Normally Sejuani would've felt her blood boil at that stupid accent.
But now, the boar rider found a shiver trail down her spine at the way her name was spoken. Fiora and Sejuani stared at each other for a few moments before the winters wrath became dully aware that their faces were getting closer together.
Only when Fioras lips had softly pressed against hers did her mind start working, heart suddenly slamming into her chest like a jack hammer. Sejuanis body tensed up at the softness, though she found her eyes slowly becoming heavily lidded, Fioras eyes having already closed.
The kiss couldn't have lasted more than 30 seconds, but to Sejuani, it was an eternity of blissful serenity. Sadly, the kiss ended and Fiora pulled away, if only just a little. Their lips brushed softly together, their breath on each other's lips as they stared into one another's eyes. It seemed to finally dawn on Fiora what she had done, once the kiss had ended, and the duelist blushed bright red before quickly sitting up and getting off of Sejuani.
Fiora stood up, cheeks rosy red as her hands came up to hide her face and the embarrassment clearly on it. The winters wrath stood up as well, a hand behind her head as she looked down at her feet, not knowing what to do. To say that it was awkward would be an understatement.
"That was..." Sejuani let her words trail off, though the light blush dusting her pale cheeks said it all. The French woman didn't respond, simply keeping her face hidden from view. Sighing, Sejuani walked over to the duelist, gently placing a hand on her head. Neither of them said anything, though Fiora did lower her hands and kept them by her sides, looking up at the taller woman.
"Um...I'm...not good with emotions and stuff so...yea..." The smile that graced the duelists lips made Sejuanis heart do acrobatics, her stomach filling with butterflies. Coughing, the boar rider brought her hand back to her side, looking away. The pair stayed in that awkward moment for a minute before they said anything.
"I...I gotta...umm...go?" The comment was more of a question to herself then an actual comment, though the duelist nodded quickly. "Of course...I-I have things I need to attend to as well..." Another minute passed before Sejuani turned and stiffly walked to the bench where she had left her towel. Both of them began to gather their things in silence, the awkwardness so thick Fiora swore she could cut it with a knife. The winters wrath was the first to finish, and she quickly made her way to the door, but before exiting, a soft voice stopped her.
"S-Sejuani!" Said woman turned to look over her shoulder, icy blue eyes landing on a very uncomfortable duelist.
'So cute...'
Fiora took a deep breath before speaking. "L-lets practice some more tomorrow...yeah?" Well when she said it that way...
Sejuani smiled and nodded, giving the duelist a thumbs up. "You got it. Though next time, try not to lose so much. It's hard always being the winner, you know?" The tension that had weighed so heavily down upon them seemed to disperse at that moment, a chuckle leaving the duelist. "Of course. I'll make sure to bring the pain next time." Fiora assured her, smiling at the winters wrath.
The next few days were spent in a rather awkward yet not awkward state. The pair had acted as though the kiss never happened, or at least tried to, but whenever they sparred against one another, things became awkward. While they still fought with the same viciousness and determination to win as any other day, whenever they would get near each other, the pair would freeze up at the proximity, and they would end up standing close together in awkward silence before one of them suggested they take a break, stop or start over.
Sejuani was never one to have feelings for anyone else, and the new, warm and fluffy sensation of love was an awkward guest to her heart. Constantly the boar riders thoughts were filled with images and thoughts of the grand duelist, who had burrowed herself under Sejuanis skin. Any time Sejuani would think about Fiora, her thoughts switched to cuddling, hugging, kissing, dates and so many more things that zipped around her mind. It was such a strange feeling to her, yet it felt oddly welcome inside her.
The boar rider dreaded and hoped to see the duelist whenever she left her room, and many times she did. Nothing extraordinary would happen, simple talk, a few awkward moments and a few glancing stares before they would take their leave.
This continued for a few weeks before Dimitri appeared and told them they were allowed to participate in league matches, as no one had filed a complaint that an ice bola had frozen the hallway solid in a while.
And so, Fiora and Sejuani found themselves being summoned almost immediately after he had told them the news. The familiar tingle of magic and blue particles that filled the air around them showed that they sure enough were being summoned. In a flash of blue light, both women found themselves standing upon the blue platform, the shopkeeper smiling as he saw them spawn in.
Sejuani grumbled and rolled her shoulders, the familiar sensation of bristle beneath her making her heart pound eagerly for battle. Her team consisted of Caitlyn and Sona as their bottom lane, herself in the jungle, Akali in the mid lane and...Fiora? Sure enough, there stood the duelist, in her silver armor, carrying her rapier. Icy blue eyes met emerald green for the millionth time.
"Fiora..." Sejuani greeted.
"Sejuani." Was the curt response.
They didn't say anything after that, simply minding their own business as they got ready for the upcoming battle. Once the gates keeping them from leaving the runic fountain had dissipated, they were off, heading to their own lanes and jungle. The game began rather evenly. They got first blood on the enemy Draven, who had been to busy bickering with Taric to notice the early gank. Akali got a, surprisingly, quick kill on Syndra, who had overextended. Fiora also got a quick kill on the very aggressive Rengar, who had been pushing his limits.
Things seemed to be going well for them, but as the game went on, they began to fall and rise constantly, getting the upper hand for a split second before losing it and than gaining it back. The game lasted for a solid seventy minutes, one of the most intense games any of the champions had ever been in. Baron after Baron loss, dragon after dragon buff, yet they simply could not end it.
Eventually a team fight resulted in only 4 people remaining. Fiora and Sejuani were the only ones that had escaped on their team, while Draven and Taric were the only ones to have survived on the enemy team.
"Draven is powerful. If we are to kill him, we must find him before he finds us and execute him, preferably without Taric around."
Sejuani nodded with Fioras observation, though she doubted that Taric would leave dravens side for more than a few seconds.
Fiora and Sejuani made their way into their red side jungle, near dragon. They had full health, though they knew that Draven similarly had gone back to base and also had full health, along with the tank/support. As Sejuani made her way towards the dragons pit, Fiora stopped her, pulling her back into the brush by red buff.
"What are-" Sejuani was cut off as Fiora put a finger to her mouth, motioning to be quiet. Sure enough, Draven came strolling through a second later, smiling that cocky smile that everyone hated so much. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! Dravens gotta surprise for you~!" Behind the glorious executioner was a very unsure Taric.
While Taric didn't doubt that the executioner could deal out the damage, should Fiora and Sejuani get the heads up on them, they were good as dead. Sejuani was violent and showed no mercy, and the duelist...well she dealt out so much damage most of valoran considered her, "OP" and almost always banned her in ranked matches.
"Draven, please, we should not be doing this." Taric whispered loudly, looking around him constantly, afraid the enemy team would jump on them at any moment. "Calm down would you? We'll be fine. All we-" Taric screamed like a little girl as Sejuani came rushing out, bristles massive tusks smacking into him. Draven grinned at the sight of the boar rider. "Nice to finally-" dravens voice was once again cut off as Sejuani threw an ice bola that exploded on contact, freezing the attack damage carry. Fiora quickly followed up, using her Blade Waltz to quickly dash around them, slashing rapidly. By the time the freeze had ended, Dravens health had neared nearly empty.
A few more hits and the executioner had been taken down, falling to the ground lifelessly. Taric, who had been largely ignored, squeaked and turned to run. Of course, he didn't get very far before the vicious duo took him down as well. Rushing quickly, Fiora and Sejuani pushed down the lanes as fast as they could, getting nearer and nearer to the inhibitor.
The timer was counting down, and soon the enemy team would re-spawn. Panting, the pair took down the inhibitor as quickly as their damage would allow, and as soon as the crystal exploded, their moved on to the defenseless Nexus.
"Hurry! I'll hold them off!" Sejuani barked as Fiora began to attack the nexus, Sejuani helping, though staying near the enemy teams fountain. Soon enough, Rengar spawned, roaring and rushing Fiora. Sejuani cut him off, bristle doing an effective job of knocking the large cat to the ground. A vicious battle began as Rengar turned on Sejuani, who's health was being dropped much quicker than she liked. Bristle shoved the large cat back, snorting angrily. "Hurry up with that nexus twinkle toes!" Sejuani growled, her heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through her veins.
Fiora was hitting the nexus as fast as she could, but Syndra had spawned and was hurling her dark spheres violently at the duelist, who had to stop attacking the nexus to hop out of the way. A cry of pain caught the duelists war as she watched Sejuani fall off bristle. "No..." Fioras grip on her rapier tightened as she growled and turned on the mage, dashing forward and impaling her. "OUT OF MY WAY!" Fiora growled. With the surprised and impaled body of Syndra on her rapier, Fiora attacked the nexus. Rengar jumped forward, but as he was about to hit her, the nexus exploded.
Fioras eyes closed tightly as she waited for the pain of Rengars dagger, but it never came. Instead, a warm feeling fluttered in her chest, almost like...she was being summoned?
Sure enough, the familiar tingle and that quick feeling of being airborne filled her senses before she was standing on a summoning platform, the cheering of her fellow champions and spectators roaring in her ears. Opening her eyes, she was greeted to the sight of her teammates laughing, smiling and being congratulated by summoners.
Sejuani ran up to Fiora and threw her arms around the duelist. "WHOOO HOO! YES! You did amazing!" Sejuani congratulated, pulling back just a bit. Fiora nodded, smiling and blushing a bit from the sudden hug.
"I can't believe you actually did that! You completely wrecked Syndra! That was awesome! Did you see the look on her face?! It was like- 'whoa! How did this happen! I've been impaled!' It was hilarious! That was such a long game I didn't-"
"Sejuani."
The way Fiora spoke her name stopped her from saying anymore, her voice catching in her throat. Fiora stared into her eyes, those stern, gentle green orbs scanning her icy blue ones.
"Sejuani." Fiora repeated.
The winters wrath was about to ask what the duelist wanted, but the sudden fact that Fioras lips were on hers were enough to keep her from speaking. For a moment, the world melted away, and the only thing that mattered was the French woman in her arms. Hands sliding down Fioras back, they rested comfortably along the curve of her hips, while said woman snaked her arms around Sejuanis neck, keeping her from escaping.
Breaking the kiss, Fiora smiled, her dazzling green eyes full of amusement as they watched the awestruck, blushing boar rider try to find words to say. "Forgive me...I could not help myself..." Fiora softly said. Without thinking, Sejuani blurted out something that she had never said in her life. 3 words every women, man and child on valoran wanted to hear.
"I love you!"
Quickly, the winters wrath smacked a hand over her mouth, her cheeks flushing red. "I-I mean...umm...I-it's just..." Fioras smile turned into a grin. While Sejuani stuttered to run the right words to say, Fiora simply chuckled, softly taking the hand covering Sejuanis mouth away.
"I love you to." Was the gentle response before another kiss was initiated. A cough from the side brought both women back to reality, and as they turned to see who it was, they realized every champion on both teams, a large group of summoners, and based off of the cameras videotaping them, every one in Valoran knew what they had just done. Normally Sejuani would've gone crazy and murdered everyone, but instead, she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Oh to hell with it!" Pulling Fiora close, Sejuani leaned in and captured the duelists lips with her own, not caring who saw or who didn't. "I told you, everyone needs love." A familiar voice spoke up. Sejuani, unhappily, broke the kiss, leaving the shocked and surprised Fiora to stare off into space, wondering about what just happened. There stood Akali, a happy smile on her face, wearing her nurse outfit.
"Oh shut up." Sejuani growled, though a gentle hand on her cheek took the violence away instantly. Turning her attention back to the duelist, Sejuani smiled. "Hey...I don't know about you, but I do not like to be watched. Perhaps we should wait for a more appropriate time for this..." Sejuani nodded at the French woman's words, letting go of her. Cheering and applause roared up as the champions, even the enemy teams, congratulated them on their new found love.
Twin fingers worked earnestly between velvety depths, plunging deeper with each thrust. A pleasured cry escaped rosy red lips as their owner ran her fingers through ashen white hair. A pink appendage slithered out of its hiding spot, nearing its desired destination based off of the woman's encouragement. The tongue lapped at coral pink depths, licking up any juices it could.
A knock on the door.
Moaning, soft, pale white thighs wrapped around its lovers eager fingers and tongue, silently begging her to not stop. A grin formed on the boar riders mouth as she looked up at Fiora, who was so eagerly grinding her hips into Sejuanis fingers. "Someone's at the door..." Sejuani purred, her fingers stopping in their thrusting motion. A whimper escaped the duelist as she wiggled her hips, hoping to continue the sweet pleasure that had brought her so close to release.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back." Sejuani husked, kissing a trail up Fioras bare skin, leaving a finally kiss on the duelists shoulder. "T-they can wait...I'm so close...don't stop..." Fiora begged, emerald green eyes looking pleadingly into those sapphire blue eyes she had so deeply fallen in love with. "Don't worry, I'll be back in a few moments." Sejuani assured her lover, who whimpered and watched her go with a fiery hunger and need that no other person could rival.
Licking the evidence of their little fun off her fingers, Sejuani grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it before heading to the door. Opening it, Sejuani was surprised to see Akali.
"Good day, Sejuani." The ninja greeted, smiling at the confused boar rider. A frustrated groan softly emitted from behind the boar rider, coming from her room. Akali grinned widely and chuckled. "So you're bedding with the duelist?" She questioned. Apparently that was the wrong question to ask, as she got a stern glare from the boar rider, a warning to not tread any further. Putting up her hands in surrender, Akali chuckled. "Easy there, I was just curious."
Sejuani snorted and grumbled, still glaring at the black haired ninja. "What do you want? I have things to do."
"Sejuani~!"
Said woman blushed a bit at the way her name was so lustfully and hungrily said, the need in it evident. Akali softly laughed at this. "Anyways, I just wanted to let you know if you ever want to have a double date with me and Janna, feel free to say so. I would love to see how your relationship is going."
Sejuani chuckled and sighed, unable to keep her anger with the thought of what awaited her in her bedroom so eagerly pressing into her thoughts. "An offer you shouldn't wait on me to take...though Fiora might force me into it."
"Se-ju-a-ni!"
Each syllable of the boar riders name emitted from said woman's room, reminding her she needed to hurry.
"I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I'll see you around sej." Akali waved before turning and walking down the hall, back to her own room, where Janna most likely waited. Sejuani quickly closed the door without slamming it (Fiora hated when she did that) and walked back to the bedroom.
"What took you so damn long?!" Fiora questioned, emerald green eyes glaring so intensely at Sejuani she could've sworn that holes were being burned into her. "J-just talking with Akali. She-" Sejuani was cut off by a very unhappy and very needy Fiora.
"I DONT CARE WHAT SHE WANTED! NOW HURRY UP!" Sejuani was in between the duelists legs in a split second, fingers once again working earnestly in slick heat. A chuckle escaped the boar rider as she gave the duelists toned stomach a kiss. "And here I thought I was the impatient one..." Sejuani cooed, kissing the French woman along the collar bone. "S-shut up...mm...just...ah..." Whatever the duelist was gonna say was lost in sweet moans.
Sejuanis fingers curved in a, "come hither motion", successfully making the duelist scoot closer to the edge of the bed. "Such a good girl..." At the nickname, Fioras lower lips clenched Sejuanis fingers, as the boar rider knew they would. Chuckling to herself, Sejuani leaned down, licking her lips as she inhaled the musky scent resonating off of Fioras sex. "Now, where were we?"