The Way Things Were - Samira x Miss Fortune
It had been months since the Ruination had taken place. The whole world would have been overpowered by the corrupting mist had the Sentinels of Light not put a stop to Viego's second uprising.
It took a bit of time, but everything had eventually gone back to normal, the people of Runeterra were mostly relieved and happy that they hadn't been corrupted by the black mist or killed by the creatures that had emerged from it.
But not everyone was happy after the ordeal.
Back in the League, Samira's usual calm and laid-back demeanour had drastically shifted to something extremely unlike her.. Now, she gave off an aura that would plant the slightest bit of fear into even the most terrifying champions in the League. Even Darius himself knew to stay out of her way if he wanted to remain in good health.
Why was she angry, you ask? Well, it had something to do with a certain pirate hunter.
Sarah Fortune, as everyone knew, had defected to the Ruined King's side despite fighting against him in the beginning. Many did not understand her reasons for doing so, but those who did showed slight sympathy for the redhead. Sarah had struggled to maintain control over Bilgewater ever since Gangplank had been removed from the picture, but the power struggle had proved too much for even her to handle, and so she decided that resorting to Viego's 'help' was the next best thing. Samira could understand her lover's reasons, she really could. But what she couldn't understand was why the Bounty Hunter acted so...distant...to say the least. When the League called all of their champions to return, Sarah had avoided Samira's attempts to talk with her, to ask the former why she hadn't reached out when the two needed each other most. To make matters worse, she didn't even come out of her quarters. She just holed up in there, ignoring summons and her lover's desperate pleas for her to open up.
So, now that you have caught up, you could say that Samira's rage was pretty much justified.
Ever since Gangplank had been chased off from Bilgewater, the Bounty Hunter was never the same, if Samira remembered correctly. The redhead didn't respond to her letters, and when the two met in person just before the Ruination, Sarah was not the same strong, confident woman that Samira had fallen in love with. She had turned into a paranoid mess that was near-unrecognisable to Samira. And it was serious, one night of spending quality time under the sheets hadn't helped much. In fact, it only seemed to amplify Fortune's paranoia, which had resulted in an argument between the two. That was when the worry and concern Samira had first felt for her lover had turned to bitter anger at the thought of how the latter had treated her for the past few months.
It seemed that the Fates were looking to push Samira's anger further, for she had just lost a match despite being the one carrying the team. While she was off slaying minions and enemy champions, her teammates merely bickered throughout the match, which served as a bitter reminder of the harsh words she had exchanged with the person she loved.
Right now, the only thing on Samira's mind was to head to her quarters to wash up. Afterwards, she would go eat, and sleep. She didn't care if that went against her usual routine of doing target practice just before bedtime, she just wanted the night to be over already.
But then again, despite sleep being a helpful distraction from what had recently happened in her life, the cycle of waking up, remembering the argument between her lover and herself and getting angry about it would just repeat itself. Samira knew that she would need to speak to the redhead if she wanted any chance of breaking the cycle, but she was in no mood for seeing her at the moment, or the next.
Samira reached out to unlock her door, only to find that someone had already opened it. Cursing in her native tongue under her breath, Samira gripped the door handle tightly and flung it open, resulting in a slam as the door hit the wall. "You know, there's a lot to be sai-" Her voice died in her throat when she saw the familiar splash of fiery red hair that belonged to the woman currently standing in her room.
"Hello, love." Sarah Fortune greeted, albeit uneasily. Samira merely gave the Bounty Hunter a once-over before going inside, taking her gun holster of her waist. "What do you want?" She asked, not bothering to make any eye contact with the redhead. "Look, I just came here to say I'm sorry." Sarah explained, taking a step closer to the Hispanic woman. All she got as a reward for her efforts was a glare. "Now, amar? You choose now to apologise for everything you've done?" Sarah bit her bottom lip, a new habit she had developed since she became the de facto leader of Bilgewater. It was often used to signify when she got nervous. "I get this is long overdue, and I haven't exactly treated you right-" Samira cut her off by chucking her gun onto a small, round table and scoffing. "Yeah, no kidding."
As Samira continued to disregard Sarah's attempts of patching things up between them, her heart screamed at her for the way she was treating the redhead. But her mind thought otherwise. Sarah was the one who started the rift between them, she was the one at fault. Samira didn't have to feel guilty for how she was treating the redhead.
Meanwhile, the Bounty Hunter had gone silent. She watched as her lover kept her gun before turning toward her. She felt a small flare of hope when Samira approached her, but that flare committed suicide as soon as Samira brushed past her and headed for her desk, taking her sword out before gently placing it onto the wooden surface. "Look, Sam, I know what I did wasn't swell of me, and you're not too pleased about it, but-" Samira slammed a hand on the desk, whirling around to face the pirate hunter with an expression that seldom made an appearance on her face. Right now, it seemed as if the two were talking to different versions of each other, neither of which recognisable to the other.
"Angry? No shit I'm angry, Sarah." Samira growled as she took a step closer to her lover. "You didn't respond to my letters, you pushed me away when I offered you a shoulder for you to waste fucking tears on, and you even defected to that bastard's side." Sarah, who had been backing away from Samira while the latter continued to advance, felt her back lightly collide with the wall. There was no running from what she had done, she was cornered. "Better yet," Samira continued, and Sarah detected an effort from the Hispanic woman to not let her voice betray her other emotions. "You act as if the entire world forced you to do all of that, you think you have reason to play the fucking victim in this scenario." A hand was suddenly slammed next to Sarah's head, and Sarah held her breath when she saw Samira's eye.
Samira's single eye was enough to convey what the woman was feeling. She wasn't just angry at Sarah for what she had done, she was hurt. Hurt at Sarah had pushed her away like she did and even accused her of being in cahoots with the bastard Gangplank. At that moment, Sarah saw what Samira, the famed devil-may-care Desert Rose, never showed to others. Vulnerability.
"So tell me, Fortune," Samira growled as her hand curled into a fist. "Why should I forget what you've done to me for the past few months? How you had me tearing my hair for how you made me worried sick?" Samira's voice broke at the last word, and to Sarah's great shock, a tear slid down the Hispanic woman's cheek, leaving a small lake behind it.
Sarah knew she had to do it. She had been running from her mistakes for far too long. Right now, Samira needed her to be the one person she needed from the beginning.
She wiped away the tear from Samira's face. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, leaning her head against the latter's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I know you need me to be that person who helps you back up no matter the circumstance." She could feel her own walls crumbling, her own tears threatening to pour from her eyes as her lip quivered. "But I can't. I'm sorry, but I just can't." She took a moment to collect herself before continuing, "Everything that has happened, everything that will happen, it's too much for me to handle." Finally, the dam broke, and tears burst from Sarah's eyes. "I want to be that person, I really do. But with everything going on, nothing can go back to what they were." Sarah knew her words wouldn't provide much comfort, but maybe this was the right thing to do. Maybe it was what she had to do all along.
Samira deserved a better person. She really did.
However, the Desert Rose surprised her when she cupped both sides of the Bounty Hunter's face, making the latter look up at her before leaning forward and pressing her lips against Sarah's. Despite the initial surprise, Sarah quickly melted into it, her own hand cupping a side of Samira's face before opening her mouth, granting the Hispanic woman access. Their tongues engaged in a familiar dance of passion in familiar territory. Samira's hands moved down to Sarah's hips, lifting her and pressing the latter against the wall to avoid dropping her as she interlocked the redhead's legs around her waist. Once that was done, she moved them to the bed, where she allowed the redhead and herself to fall onto, their lips never breaking contact.
Eventually, the need for oxygen became too great, and the two reluctantly parted, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips together. But as the two caught their breath, Sarah realised what was happening, and stopped Samira just as the latter leaned down for another kiss. "No, I don't deserve you." She said, staring into her lover's green eye. "I don't need you to be a saint all the time," Samira whispered as she gripped onto Sarah's shirt. "I just need you right now." Sarah continued to try and push the Hispanic woman off, eventually causing the latter to lose her patience. "Damn it Sarah." She snarled. "All I need and want is you." Slightly stunned from the change in tone oof her lover, Sarah stopped struggling and gave Samira the chance to lean down and press her lips against the pirate hunter's again.
This time however, Samira's hands trailed down to Sarah's waist, undoing her belt. When the two broke apart again, Sarah asked, "Are you sure you want to continue this? After everything I've done to you?" Samira gave a warm smile. "I do, you came to apologise, didn't you?" Sarah nodded, a small yet uneasy smile breaking across her face. "Then use this as a way of apologising." Samira said as she began to tug the redhead's pants off. "Let me know that you still want me, that you need me as much as I need you." Hearing this, the Bounty Hunter obliged to the Desert Rose's request, kicking off her boots before taking her top off. Samira did the same, and the two were soon left in their panties and brassiere.
"Alright Sarah, choose." Samira said as she leaned onto the redhead's cold body. "Panties, or the bra?" Sarah smiled, the same mischievous smile that Samira loved, as she unclasped her own bra and tossed it aside without a care where it landed. "We don't have to be so barbaric whenever we do this, do we?" With that, she slid her own panties off, struggling a little with how the Hispanic woman was pinning her. "Your turn now, doll." She said huskily, and soon enough, Samira was just as naked as her. Samira got to work immediately, latching her lips onto Sarah's neck, sucking and kissing passionately, prompting soft moans from the redhead. When the Hispanic woman was satisfied, she moved to a different spot on Sarah's neck, and soon, Sarah's neck was littered with love bites.
Samira sat back up to admire her work before her eye went down to the Bounty Hunter's clit. "So wet already," She said huskily as she ran a finger across it, causing the redhead to jerk her hips as a jolt of pleasure ran through her spine. "Were you fucking yourself while I was busy with your neck?" Sarah shook her head. "How can I when I'm overwhelmed by your talents?" Samira chuckled and without warning, shoved two fingers into the redhead's clit, prompting a cry from the latter. "Well, might as well satisfy this when it's so enthusiastic, right?" She joked as she continued to thrust her fingers into the redhead. Sarah moaned in response, her mind too clouded by the sudden ecstasy to formulate a proper reply.
As Samira continued to thrust, Sarah could feel her climax rapidly approaching. "Your walls are clenching around my fingers," Samira noted. "As sensitive as always, aren't you?" "Shut up." Sarah tried to growl, but the words came out as a whine instead.
Just as Sarah felt her clit about to give, Samira abruptly pulled her fingers out, much to her indignation. "Sam, please." She begged, but saw an mischievous glint in her lover's eye. "I know, amar, but let me have my fun first." Pulling one of the redhead's legs up, Samira positioned her own clit in front of Sarah's before thrusting her hips, pressing their clits against each other. "Ah! Samira!" Sarah cried as more jolts of pleasure went up her spine as Samira continued to thrust her hips into her clit, a layer of sweat forming on their thighs and abdomens. Her climax was already at its tipping point, and a few more contacts with her lover's equally-wet clit were the trigger that she needed to release.
"I know you're about to cum," Samira said. "Hold it in." Sarah wanted to sob. "I can't!" She whimpered between shallow breaths. Despite her statement, she tried to do her lover's command to the best she could, but she couldn't hold it in for much longer. After seconds that felt like minutes passed, Samira said, "Release everything, amar, don't hold it back anymore." With that, Samira's pace of thrusting increased, making Sarah's body start to twitch. "Ah..Ah...Samira!" Sarah moaned as her nails dug into the bedsheet, threatening to tear through the fabric. Samira gave a low, guttural moan of her own as the two ultimately reached their orgasms. The sounds of her lover's moans and calling out her name were sweet music to her ears.
When Sarah calmed down from the pure ecstasy that she had been consumed by momentarily, her heartbeat slowed from its previous rapid rate and her breath stabilised. While she gathered herself from the pleasurable experience, Samira placed her fingers onto her clit, gathering her honey before bringing her fingers to her lips, sucking on them and relishing on the taste of her lover's juices. "As sweet as always." She whispered.
Once she was done cleaning her fingers, she crawled onto Sarah with a grin on her face. "Enjoy yourself?" She asked. Sarah reached up and cupped her lover's face. "Very much so." Samira chuckled again as she lay beside the redhead, and the two lay there, enjoying each other's warmth.
But as the sexual tension left the two, Sarah's smile faded from her face. "Samira," She called out, and the Desert Rose hummed in response. "Are you really sure you want this, us, to continue?" As Samira turned to the redhead with a skeptical look on her face, Sarah continued, "Everything I've done, everything that has happened recently. You have to admit things can't go back to what they were." She turned to look at Samira, and the latter looked thoughtful. "That is true," She agreed after a moment of silence. "Nothing can really be the same after the whole thing, but life has to go on." She looked into Sarah's eyes, and Sarah saw a tenderness in the Hispanic woman's eye that only she got so see.
"And as long as you're still the same idiot I fell in love with on the inside, yes, I do want us to continue." Samira then leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Sarah's forehead. Sarah smiled. Things may never go back to what they had been, but as long as the two had each other, they could make it through the changes.