Talon wasn't used to sleeping in.

For all of his life, he had always woken up before everyone else. Especially when he used to live on his own. A sleeping man was an easy prey, and despite his light sleep, he never wanted to be caught of guard.

When he opened his eyes on this morning, he slowly realized that he had not only let his defences down, but he also was still asleep when the Sun was shining high above the trees.

And he was hard.

His body was coiled around the Demacian woman's. She felt warm and fit his embrace perfectly. His arm was protectively wrapped around her, and his hand rested on her slowly heaving stomach.

Talon couldn't help but be aroused by her enrapturing scent. He breathed in, and brought his mouth closer to her jugular veins. He thought of all the sweet blood pumping in there, and a sudden image made him sick in the stomach. All of this blood spilled on the ground... This could not happen.

Quinn stirred in her sleep, and unknowingly moved her body against Talon's. His desire was already strong, but he forced his mind to control it as well as he could. He hated himself for not having cared about the pregnancy risk, and knew how easily his woman could break his resolve. The bare sight of her eyes filled with need had been enough to make him forget everything else, last night.

"Hmm..." Quinn was about to wake up.

Talon got up from the bed before he could get tempted, and looked out the window. Everything was silent, as usual. But Vianna was nowhere to be seen. He walked up to the kitchen counter, and saw a ripped piece of parchment pinned on it with a spike. He took it, and read the scribbled message.

I'm going to a farm nearby. Don't panic, lovebirds. - V

The corner of Talon's mouth twitched into a smile. This woman was amusing. He wasn't enough of a fool to trust her, but she stirred distant thoughts of what a mother could have been for him, long ago. He wasn't there anymore, but he secretly appreciated her attitude. Even if it would go nowhere.

He was wary of her magic, though. She claimed her "gift" had been broken, it still had been powerful enough to pry into his mind. He knew what was there, and definitely didn't want anyone to see it. Especially Quinn.

"Talon?" Quinn's sleepy voice called.

He turned his head towards her, and his resolve almost crumbled at her sight. She was sprawled out with her arms above her head, the light shirt she was wearing revealing the underside of her breasts. His eyes followed the delicate curve of her hips down to her feet. This woman would be the death of him.

And her face...

Her eyelids were covering half of her eyes, instantly reminding him how she looked when they made love. Her hair was splayed out accross the pillow, and her slightly parted lips made him want to kiss and bite them until they became red.

Quinn propped herself up on her elbows, and brushed her hair out of her face with her fingers.

Being loved by her made Talon feel like someone else.

He came to her side and crouched over her. It was impossible to stay away.

"Good morning my love..."

He laid a kiss on her cheek, the light stubble on his chin rasping her soft skin.

"I... I had a nightmare."

Traces of fear lingered in her voice. Talon hated that.

"Again?"

"Yes... The usual."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

He kissed her cheek again, closer to her ear. Quinn's shiver told him she liked it.

"I don't think so. It was awful."

"Nothing I haven't seen before. But as you wish..."

Talon caressed her silky thighs. He looked at his rugged hand touching her soft skin, and a surge of guilt flowed through his heart, as it usually did when he touched her like that. The contrast between their bodies unmistakably reminded him who he was.

She moved her legs against his hand, clearly appreciating what he was doing.

"I know how to chase your nightmares away..."

His deep intoxicating voice made her bite her lip. Her eyes were already clouded with desire, even if they still bore the traces of an uneasy sleep.

"B-But... Can we..."

Talon didn't answer, neither did he break eye contact with Quinn when he painfully slowly went down on her. He parted her legs with ease, all the while laying kisses inside her thighs. Her breathing rhythm increased. Talon's chest swelled with pride at seeing the effect he had on her.

When he dragged her pants down and took them completely off, he had to restrain himself hard from jumping on her and ravaging her. His hardness throbbed with need when he saw her glistening lower part. Talon couldn't deny that being wanted so bad by his woman was the best feeling in the world.

He started his torture by sliding a finger over her wetness. Quinn cried out a throaty moan, and brought her hand to her mouth. She lightly bit on her index as a poor attempt to remain silent. Talon smirked at her helplessness. He then graced her with a long lick ending with a curve of his tongue on her sensitive bud. He was rewarded by a jerk of her hips.

His tongue drew small circles around it while he penetrated her with his index and middle finger. When he felt how warm and tight she was inside, he had an urge to break his resolve. But he held on, and instead focused on pleasuring her by moving his fingers back and forth, rubbing against her deep soft spot.

He could tell she was not ready for such a morning. Her hand weakly searched for his hard member, but he denied her with a slap of his hand on hers.

"Not today, little bird." He purred.

Quinn had a whine of protest.

"Then why... Would you... Ah..."

"Because I love seeing you like that, that's why." He answered in a husky whisper.

To mark his words, he sucked on her lower lips and added a third finger. The whimper of surprise and pleasure she let out was enough to make him happy for a lifetime.

"Talon... I want you..."

She begged on the verge of tears. Talon knew how good it would feel, and how wrong and dangerous it would be. An idea crossed his mind: he stopped his torture for an instant, and lifted Quinn up.

"What are you..."

He lied down, and placed Quinn on top of him, her head right above his pelvis. She understood fast what he had in mind. She lowered his pants and bit her lip when she uncovered his hardness. It heavily fell on his stomach, and he groaned at how bad he needed to be in her.

Quinn gasped when Talon resumed his licking and finger-fucking, and captured his length in her mouth. Talon growled as her warm tongue swirled around his member and couldn't stop the thrust from his pelvis to push deeper into her mouth.

Quinn slid her mouth up and down, creating a pace that rapidly made Talon drunk with pleasure. He had been controlling himself for so long that he couldn't hold it anymore: he emptied his seed in her mouth in violent waves. She moaned in surprise as she probably didn't expect the force of his release, but still took him deep in her throat. By the looks of it, she had swallowed, and Talon was overwhelmed with a new and strange feeling he couldn't pinpoint yet. He hungrily moved his jaw against her womanhood, and pressed his thumb on her pink bud of flesh. He wanted to feel her come in his mouth.

"Stop what you're doing. Immediately."

Adrenaline rushed into Talon's veins as a stranger masculine voice resonated above them. He immediately pushed Quinn off him, putting himself in front of her, but it was too late now.

A hooded man was aiming the tip of an arrow right into his nose.

Talon's heart was hammering against his ribcage. He didn't know this man. But he recognized the discreet Demacian emblem on his shoulderplate. His mind immediately started making an escape plan. The closest knife was on the kitchen counter, and the best weapon he could reach immediately. Talon repressed the feeling of wanting to kill himself on the spot: he had been caught off guard.

"Dress up. Now."

Talon used the occasion to pull up his pants, and Quinn did the same.

"Vince..." Quinn's voice was full of shame, and interrupted Talon's hasty mind.

"Shut up. You disgust me." Spat the ranger.

"It's not what you think! I didn't betray..."

"And you have the nerve to lie! Fuck it, why did they send me on your trail!" vociferated Vince.

Under his hood, Talon could distinguish young features. He was blonde, and had no beard yet. He probably was a young ranger. Talon didn't understand Quinn's reaction. He didn't get why she even tried to speak with the man.

"I... I can explain..."

"Why, why did you have to do that?!" Vince was angry. "Lowering yourself like that when you had everything!"

Behind Talon, Quinn was sobbing. Talon's mind was racing. He had to find a way out, because he knew Vince was not alone. The rest was coming.

Quinn was a good distraction... Vince was probably too young and emotional to focus on the right danger here. Talon pounced on him and crushed him on the ground with all his weight. Vince tried to fight away from his grasp, but he couldn't match Talon's strength.

I was stronger than you when I was twelve. Talon thought in contempt.

He wasn't far from the kitchen counter. His arm reached for the blade, but Quinn stole it away from him. Talon felt like he had been punched in the stomach: she was betraying him.

"What are you doing." He coldly asked.

Quinn was in tears, holding the knife close to her heart.

"He's only a kid... He just obeys orders!" She pleaded.

Weakness.

His lover's mind wasn't free from the Demacian rule.

"THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!" Vince screamed at the top of his lungs.

Talon crashed his head on the ground repeatedly, without an ounce of pity. He left a bloody mess on the floor, it had been easy. He didn't know if the young ranger was alive. Quinn hadn't tried to stop him, but was paralyzed.

Voices came from the yard in front of Vianna's house. Talon's heart was loudly thumping. This could be the end. He turned himself to Quinn and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Come with me. Now."

Quinn wasn't moving: her sobs were different from usual, and attested that she was in an elevated state of panic. Talon wasn't leaving her the choice. He harshly grabbed her arm, and pulled her to Vianna's room. He knew there was a window leading to the other side of the forest, allowing them to cover more distance than the coming patrol thought.

Talon grabbed the makeshift bow and the two arrows that were left, as well as the small rusty knife that he had stolen under Vianna's nose. He pulled Quinn with him through the window, already hearing the steps of the patrol. His heart was racing. He had never had a God to pray, but if this bullshit had been true, this would have been the time to pray.

Quinn was paralyzed by fear and panic. They moved in the forest far too slow to Talon's taste, he was used to Quinn being a great runner and an athletic woman. He heard screams and metal clutter behind them. They were getting closer.

An arrow tore the air near his cheek. Talon stopped dead in his tracks, and a sudden impulse took hold of him. He took Quinn's face with his two hands and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"I love you. Now, go." he whispered at her through gritted teeth.

Quinn's eyes widened in disbelief. Talon hated what he was about to do.

"GO!" He roared.

Their pursuers were near. Talon had no right to make a single mistake, and no right to lose time. He pushed Quinn away, it was the most painful act that he had ever performed in his entire life. He didn't look back, and was more or less ready to sacrifice his life to allow her to escape.

Talon had always known he would die by the blade of someone else. Death... It seemed so close at the moment. He had been lucky enough to live a brief happiness with the woman of his dreams. He had ruined her life in the process. He had never had any other purpose in life than killing for someone: for his own survival, for his master and father, and now, he would do it for her.

Talon closed his eyes for a second, and let his instinct take over. This would be a tough work, probably his last. But for the first time, it had a true meaning.

He moved towards the guards, his bow drawn. The second he had an opening through a bush, he shot the arrow instantly in one of the men's eye. It stirred panic in the group when he fell to the ground with a scream of horror, and Talon observed the rest of them. They had been four.

He hadn't revealed his position, but they moved in his direction. Away from Quinn.

He had two of them in sight, but lost focus of the other. He knew he couldn't control everything, and focused on who he could kill first.

Talon stealthily walked around them, his knife in hand. He regretted his leather armor and his old blade. He felt naked to accomplish this task. He had now placed himself in the back of one of them, and leaped, planting the knife in the jugular of the shortest man.

His victim gurgled and couldn't even scream when he collapsed on the floor. He brought Talon with him in his panicked fall, but the Noxian assassin's reflexes allowed him to be back on his feet. The last guard was the largest. He turned around and drew his sword with a growl.

"You Noxian fucker!"

Indeed, Talon was fucked. He clenched the small rusty knife in his fist, and readied himself to run away. But the armed man was faster, and he thrusted forward with his sword. Talon barely dodged the attack, while he analyzed every detail about his opponent. The man wore a leather armor that would be hard to pierce with his knife, but his neck and arms had bare spots.

The guard slashed the air with his sword while Talon dodged again, this time he almost took it. He didn't have much time to act, and he noticed the man was always swinging on the same side.

Talon took his chance, knowing it could very well mean the end for him. He anticipated a new attack from his opponent, and was fast enough to jump on the side and slash his neck with his knife. But the wound wasn't enough to put the man down. He bellowed, and hit Talon with the edge of his blade after the assassin's feint.

Talon grunted in pain: the sword had ripped a large wound in his torso. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough so his entrails would come out, but he was losing blood rapidly. The soldier stroke down, and Talon barely escaped the hit. He jumped with his last remaining strength to the man's head, and planted his blade into his eye.

He twisted the blade in the eye socket, making sure everything in there would be torn to shreds. The screams of pain of his opponent did nothing to him as the heavy body fell to the ground in a thud. Talon fell on his knees, and touched his wound. It stung him and set his flesh on fire. He had to get it treated, quick. The pain had almost made him forget the last guard.

A female scream echoed through the forest.

Talon's blood froze in his veins. He felt diminished, and like he could faint at any moment from the pain and blood loss. But despite everything, he started running in the direction of the scream. He didn't care if he died. He had to save Quinn.

Quinn felt like she could collapse at any moment. The second Talon had left her, she had tripped over her own feet to reach for him. She was unable to breathe, like the air was stuck in her lungs. She had heard screams from afar, and had hoped it wasn't Talon.

She went in the direction of the fight, trembling like a leaf. She couldn't leave Talon behind. But the second she started moving, a tall guard found her.

The man was frightening. His black eyes and massive stature were as imposing and terrifying as the mace in his hand. He had an evil smile when he saw Quinn, and then she remembered him.

He wasn't Kendrick, but he was one of the guards who had participated in her torture. The one who had undone his belt before Jarvan stopped them all. She felt sick in the stomach, but her legs listened to her survival instinct and made her run.

She was pursued, she knew it. The panic flowing in her veins made her limbs hurt like she was pierced by a thousand small needles. The heavy steps followed her. He was near.

Quinn had the bad luck of having chosen a dead end path. The bushes became too thick, and a large stone marked the end of the path she had unfortunately chosen. The guard walked closer to her.

"We meet once again." He spoke in a gravelly voice.

"Stay away." Quinn threatened.

"Oh no, no. We have unfinished business you and I."

Quinn was afraid. She feared nothing could help her now. She was ready to fight for her life, but she knew that disarmed like she was, there was nothing she could do. This man was a force of nature.

He tried to pounce on her, but she dodged his arm. She expected blows to come at her, but he was quicker than she thought. He grabbed her by the throat before she could leap away, and pressed her so hard she thought she might die from choking. She tried to fight her way out of his grasp, but his hand was an iron vice.

"Let... Me... Go!"

He pinned her against the flat stone. His crooked smile told her he wasn't about to let her go. His vile hand snaked its way under her shirt and bruised her breast when he grabbed it. Quinn whined in pain. Not again. The few days of peace she had with Talon had almost erased the scars of abuse in her mind, but this mere unwanted touch revived them too easily.

"Stop..." She begged.

But like his colleague, begging excited him more. He ripped her linen shirt from her in a brutal gesture.

"Kendrick is gonna be jealous when he learns I fucked you before him."

Her heart dropped in her chest. So Kendrick was alive after Sylas' rebellion. The intentions of the man made her tremble in fear. She did not want this to happen.

The man dove on her breast all the while maintaining her in his chokehold. He licked it and bit her sensitive nipple in a way Talon never would. She bled from the wound, and screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't want this. It hurt her so much, and would hurt her even more in a matter of seconds.

"Scream for me!" Her aggressor snickered.

Heavy tears fell out of Quinn's eyes as she punched his arm with all her might, but he didn't move an inch. She was out of breath, out of strength, and was at the mercy of this bastard. She was seeing black dots, but the pain wasn't fading away. She felt the man was tearing her pants now...

A gurgling sound came to her ears as the hold on her throat loosened. She heavily fell to the ground, right next to the jerking body of the guard. She crawled away, and almost died of joy when she saw Talon standing above him.

"Pig." He spat on the corpse.

But her joy was short lived.

Talon collapsed on the ground, and barely supported himself with his trembling arms. He was covered in blood as if he had bathed in it, even his eyelids were soaked. He grunted in pain, and Quinn saw the gaping wound crossing his chest. She rushed to his side, and helped him lie down. She could tell he had lost so much blood already.

"Talon..." She sobbed.

Talon had a weak smile.

"Quinn..." His voice was raspier than it had ever been. "You're the reason my life was worth living."

His words pierced her heart like a vicious blade.

"Don't say that!" She cried. "Don't you dare die now!"

He chuckled, and almost strangled himself.

"Sadly... You can't choose, little bird."

He closed his eyes, and weakly breathed. Quinn shook her head in tears.

"No... No!"

She ripped the cape from the dead guard's uniform and splayed it on the ground. She pulled Talon on it; his body was heavier than she thought. With what little strength she had left, she started dragging him across the forest. She regularly checked if he was still breathing. Quinn's arms felt like they would fall off her from the pain, but she never stopped.

When she saw a familiar woman's silhouette hastily walking in her direction, she fell on the ground from exhaustion. Vianna was there. All hope was not lost.

[A/N: How did you find it? It's been a while I haven't written action scenes. I hope it was enjoyable. Thank you for reading as always!]