Tags: Leona, Diana, Some smut, Yuri, Comedy or Tragedy?

Leona smiles charmingly at her dining partner while tactfully wiping her mouth with a small paper towel. Everything had gone magnificently that evening, from Pantheon's polite invitation, to the wine and the food the two of them had been served, and the pleasant idle talk that had been practically flowing through their lips as if both of them completely understood each other.

Pantheon returns her smile with one of his own even if most of his face is still hidden behind the shadows casted by his inseparable helmet. The obviously equally inebriated Artisan of War then smoothly gestures at Teemo, their waiter for the night to bring them the check so the two of them can leave Tahm's luxurious restaurant. The black suited yordle takes a short moment to straighten its tiny black bowtie before the waiter nods his head at the Artisan of War and Teemo disappears into the kitchens.

Pantheon then focuses his attention back on his lovely date and beautiful companion, the Artisan's gleaming red eyes overflowing with love as the huge Targonian man shyly leans in order to kiss Leona.

"Wait!" Screams an apparently drunk Diana as she suddenly barges into the room, the female Lunari's silver armor shining brightly under the sparse lighting that gives the luxurious restaurant a subtle romantic air.

"You can't have him! Pantheon is too good for you! You won't even know how to please him!" Yells the drunken Diana as she stomp her way to the happy couple and grasps Pantheon's hand with a softer expression and despair evident in her beautiful striking grey eyes.

"Pick me, Pan! I will be a much better lover than this stupid Sun-kisser zealot. I know a lot of positions and tricks, I'm confident!"

Leona's nostrils flare in anger after the Radiant Dawn hears those offensive words. The Solari instantly grabs the mighty Artisan's other hand as Leona uses her warm brown eyes to glare daggers at the rude Diana.

"Don't listen to this heretic, Pantheon! Diana likes spreading her lies like a disease, but I am quite certain that the Moon's chosen one doesn't know of any tricks, and that she is in fact a bad kisser!"

"You bitch!" Abruptly screeches Diana like a mad enraged banshee. "You wanna see a kiss?! I will show you a kiss!" And so Diana deftly grabs the back of Leona's head and crashes her lips against those of the brunette Solari's.

Everything is quiet for the next minute or two as the Scorn of the Moon frantically keeps thrusting her tongue inside Leona's mouth, the tastes of expensive wine, strong alcohol and fragrant soup mixing in inside the two women's mouths. Diana's iron grip on the back of the Solari's head effectively stopping the Radian Dawn from pushing the smaller, pale female away. A fork clatters on a plate as Pantheon tries to stem the rivers of blood that are flooding from his nose after the stunned man witnesses the admittedly arousing sight before him.

It is almost three minutes of intense oral battle later when the two flustered female Targonian warriors finally part, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouth as a panting Diana smiles victoriously at the visibly blushing brunette Solari.

"There see? I (pant).. I (pant).. I am a great kisser."

But the Scorn's beautiful grey orbs are only met with Leona's infuriated brown ones as a strong tanned hand suddenly grabs the pale Lunari by the hair and swiftly pulls the moon knight forward and towards the clearly enraged Solari.

"Y-you call that a kiss!" growls Leona as the blushing Solari forcibly plants her ruby lips against those of her mortal enemy. Diana's grey eyes widen in surprise when it is Leona that's assaulting her oral cavity this time, and the silver themed warrior's knees grow weak as the gorgeous brunette locks eyes with her while seemingly attempting to shove her tongue down the currently squirming poor Moon knight's throat.

Meanwhile Pantheon has passed out due to the blood loss.

Diana's legs soon turn into jelly and her grey eyes mist with tears as the poor cultist bravely endures Leona's experienced attacks. The Scorn of the Moon needs air, but the damn Sun-kisser that's currently assaulting her doesn't allow her to even get a taste of the sweet, sweet oxygen that Diana's aching lungs are so desperately craving. The silver-haired woman's legs soon grow even weaker and the panting Lunari would have certainly collapsed on the restaurant's floor if it wasn't for the Radiant Dawn's strong tanned arm around her waist supporting her nemesis' weight.

The feisty brunette finally removes her smirking lips from Diana's seconds before her teary-eyed rival actually faints from oxygen deprivation. The Radiant Dawn makes a show of teasingly nipping the panting woman's abused lips as she continues holding the dazed Lunari close. Leona's brilliant smirk widens at Diana's utterly lost and extremely red-faced expression, which along with the Scorn's quivering form, actually convinces Leona that her archenemy has just creamed her panties.

"Just go home, foul heretic bitch. Your pitiful performance and your stubbornness is frankly becoming quite unsightly."

Not exactly the truth since most of the restaurant's clients were currently watching the heated exchange with bated breaths and a firm protective hold over their genitals, but Diana was interrupting her romantic date with Pantheon and the Chosen of the Moon should really take the hint at some point.

"N-never! (pant) (pant) T-that k-kiss didn't prove anything at all! I am a much better l-lover than you, Leona. I'm the one that's more suited for Pantheon, you hear me?!"

Brown narrowed orbs silently observe Diana's cute flustered face and Leona can almost feel something inside her breaking as the sadist inside her slowly awakens. The kind Solari isn't usually one for bullying the weak, but the prominent blush that's occupying her nemesis's pale visage and the misty and defiant grey eyes that are presently glaring at her are making Leona reconsider her stances concerning this particular fair-skinned woman.

"Are you sure that you haven't been defeated yet, oh pitiful and sad Scorn? It is completely fine with me if you want to return back home and lick your wounds like the dog that you are. You can try facing me again at some other time. If you aren't afraid to face me again that is.."

Leona gives the silver-haired female a last chance to run away intact, but lays a little trap with the same words and the Radiant Dawn can already see that the prideful Lunari has already fallen for it before the angry growl even leaves the doomed moon knight's throat.

"I haven't been defeated yet, Sun-bitch! There is n-no way that I am backing down from this! Pantheon will be mine!"

Leona smirks like a rabid wolf as she eyes her blushing nemesis with apparent mirth, the sadist inside her almost salivating at a chance at breaking the arrogant moon knight. The poor Lunari doesn't understand the predicament that she is in until the brunette's arms suddenly wrap around her armored form, coiling around the fair-skinned female's body like tanned hungry snakes.

"Well then, we shall continue."

Pantheon can wait for a night. It isn't often that the Radiant Dawn can both humiliate the last Lunari in Valoran and have some fun with such a misguided adorable toy after all. But the Radian Dawn would need a man to showcase her skills and prove her superiority over the shy Lunari, and her date was currently out of commission for the time being unfortunately. So where could Leona find a male to share with Diana?

"Excuse me" Teemo voices meekly as the short waiter bows politely and then hands Leona the check. "Are you perhaps ready to pay now?"

The Sun Avatar pauses as the brunette Solari merely blinks before she lowers her gaze to investigate the source of the squeaky voice she suddenly hears. Leona spots the nervous fuzzy man and then glances at the still panting Lunari next to her and the corner's of the Sun avatar's ruby lips abruptly tug into a cruel and sinister smile.

Bingo!

The End

Notes: That feeling when the author doesn't even bother writing a plot to justify the attraction between two characters. Not even something whacky and supernatural like usual, like: Leona is Diana's guardian angel that falls in love with the pale Sun acolyte after witnessing Diana getting mistreated by her Solari peers, and so Leona descends from the heavens in order to cherish and protect the abused girl for example. Also I am pretty sure that I just gave people even more reasons to hate Teemo, but that's ok my friends since there is a very thin line between love and hate and soon you too will be able to see the light of his Fuzziness. Just. Like. Lee. Sin. (Evil face)

*Sudden ambient sound

0000 Extra.

Pantheon yawns as the Artisan of War blindly reaches for the small hex-tech device that's buzzing on his bed stand. The huge Targonian warrior grunts in pain, his helmeted head pulsing and throbbing as the sleepy warrior somehow manages to find his Hex-phone and hold the device before his bleary eyes. There is a new message from Leona! Pantheon smiles as his scarred thumb quickly descends and presses a sensitive button.

It takes some time for the sleepy Artisan of War to finally decipher the image that was sent to him from Leona's hex-phone. His Sun goddess is sleeping, half-naked beneath the covers of some cramped cheap motel room with the equally nude form of her archenemy Diana nestling peacefully by her side. And right between the two avatars, practically smothered between the soft heavenly bodies of the two nude female warriors is a small furry being with an evil smug smile. Teemo is staring at Pantheon from inside the impossibly bright screen, one of the yordle's furry hands groping Diana's shapely hips, the other one holding the hex-phone. The Swift Scout seems to be winking at the camera lens as Teemo happily kisses a still unconscious Leona.