Yeeyy, thank you for the reviews! I truly appreciate them 3 Oh and, I knew I forgot somehting, since I always do. In my mind, everything is playing out so perfectly . Regarding the existence of the League and them being Champions, I wanted to add in the beginning that she wasn't summoned so often as before, which made it possible for her to serve Demacia, but as expected, I forgot. So I sneaked it here :D

Aaannddd, I also know it's very cheesy, this final part, and so unlike their characters, but oh well. I enjoyed writing this, although it ended up longer than I expected (what a surprise, right), and I hope you also enjoyed reading it!

Final Part

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You're the cause,

The antidote

The sinking ship that I could not let go

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The next time he saw her, it was on the Rift. Neither of them got summoned frequently, so they could go on about their private lives, but with the new cycle of Summoners joining the League, every champion had to partake and show up. Then again, with the tidal wave of new champions, he had barely been summoned lately, and so was she. With the playful breeze of an early September, his eyes laid upon hers for the first time in almost three weeks. She made sure to completely slip among his fingers and disappear completely, without as much as a strand of sunkissed hair. Yet, there she was again, standing on the other side of the lane, smiling as though nothing has ever happened between them. And, truth to be told, it hadn't.

Still, Talon couldn't shake the uneasiness off his shoulders, couldn't brush off the hollowness in his stomach, the sense of dread clouding his mind. She was back to wearing that pretty mask of hers, chuckling and smiling as she was checking her staff and dusting off her uniform, while waiting for the minions to spawn. Her act was perfect, save for the fact that she had never looked at him in the eye. Talon readjusted his red scarf from the Dragonblade outfit, chocolate locks framing his hawkeyed features, but he couldn't help his eyes, as he was drinking in the sight of her. She had picked the Imperial attire that day, which emphasized her curves like no other – even if she had more revealing clothes, such as the Sorceress or the Star Guardian one. The Imperial attire, however, with the beige uniform, black buttons and black, skin-hugging leggings, it was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blonde locks were curled and she also wore a red beret on that pretty head of hers.

Their outfits matched for the same reason they put them in their own righteous places. He was a Noxian assassin, while she was a Demacian Light Mage. The only place where they should stand on the same ground was the midlane from Summoner's Rift. Talon knew that very well, he did, and yet... The yearning never left his side.

Then again, the announcer gave the start of the match and with the minions' arrival, they both headed to the middle of the lane, ready to clash. Of course, because she was ranged while he was melee, she had the upper hand, and Lux never stopped throwing it around. Whenever Talon walked up to the melee minions, trying to last hit, she would poke him and force him back, until he was forced to farm with the help of his rake. Still, he would gladly give up gold to gain experience still, rather than walk up and get poked to no end.

Until level 6, he had played the safe game, getting the crumbs and not being greedy, even though Elise tried to gank him and Lux ended up flashing under her tower into safety, but the moment his ultimate ability was up, he had been the one with the upper hand. That didn't mean Lux didn't stand a chance at wiping him off the face of the Rift, however.

When Talon walked up to his lane, he was aware that Lux still had no flash, as she had used it earlier. Besides, she was also standing near her caster minions, making sure he wouldn't get to her that easily. And yet, once the wave pushed towards her, with a devilish glimmer in his eye, Talon sprung into the shadows. Their eyes met for the first time then, moments before reappearing behind her back, raking, igniting and cutting her throat, only for his blades to cast a shower of metal upon her. She couldn't even scream out.

He wasn't left completely unscratched, however, as a small light binding held him in place, followed by a star thrown in his direction, ending with a laser burning through his whole body. But his damage was much greater than hers, and even though she got him in a full combo, she was the one to fall, while Talon managed to retire to his turret, and began recalling. That was when Trueshot Barrage split him in two, and Talon was left cursing at his own idiocy, about forgetting that the enemy team had Ezreal.

As the match went on, Lux's play style shifted to a more conservative one, farming under her turret and stacking armour. He also had magic resist, but unlike her, his damage hurt more. Then, Talon noticed that the enemy botlane was overextending at their tier two turret, so he rushed down through the jungle, to pick out Ezreal and Janna, thing which wasn't that hard to do. Then again, he knew she would follow, and after he finished off Ezreal, Talon quickly turned around, raining his whole combo upon her. In the process, he also took her pretty little beret.

They had a similar style; after clearing the wave, they would head to a different lane, see if they could pick up random kills and try to carry. But in actual team fights, Talon killed the backline much easier than Lux did, so in the end, it was a win for his team.

Everyone left the changing rooms after greeting one another, or casting sidelong glares at the winning champions, but for some reason, all Talon could do was stand there on a chair, his cloak of daggers thrown next to him, and holding onto her beret. Why did he even take it from her? Did he really plan to be called a thief?

Of course not. He shook his head. There was a different reason for that. He wanted her attention. Like a spoiled child, he wanted the girl with the pretty mask and blonde curls to look at him, to acknowledge him.

Steps echoed in the changing room, and Talon didn't have to look up to know who had come to visit. Like a phantasm of the past clinging onto the present, she stopped before him, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. Fiery hair scattered all over her back, leather clothes screaming with every movement she made, and emerald eyes burning of hatred and anger.

"Lux told me what happened. Is it true?" Katarina asked with a vile tone, eyes never leaving the crown of his head.

Back in Noxus, when Katarina arrived later in that evening, she was shocked not to find Lux there anymore. And no matter how many times she'd ask him, Talon would never tell her the reason for her sudden disappearance. Of course, she wrote to Lux times and times again, but she never gave a clear answer. That is, until recently, it would seem. Because Katarina had found out just what exactly he'd done to her best friend.

"Yeah." He said weakly, not lifting his head. How could he?

Lux was probably the closest thing Katarina had ever had to a friend, despite being one of the League's most popular champions, despite being one of the fiercest assassins in Noxus. Nobody was really brave enough to approach her, much less befriend her. And with Talon around, Lux would probably stop visiting. Then she'd stop replying to letters then she'd cease to be Katarina's friend. And with everything going on in her life, Katarina would not be able to endure that.

"I should slice your throat right at this moment," she said ferociously, her fisted hands trembling ever so slightly.

Even if she liked sleeping around, the redhead hated everything concerning abuse. And to her, what Talon did to Lux sounded just like that: abuse at its finest. She would probably never forgive him, and Talon was fine with that.

"You could try anytime." He daunted her as he lifted his face, sanguine eyes gleaming with a hint of malice, as he smirked at her tauntingly. Katarina would never be able to kill him, although she was a fine assassin. Then again, he was well aware that in a scenario where she would have to pick between him and Lux, Katarina will always pick Lux.

No one would ever pick him over someone or something else. No matter where he went, he was unwanted. Starting from his biological father who abandoned his mother after raping her, continuing with his mother beating him when getting drunk and to the point where she died because of the damned alcohol. Everyone would abandon him, at one point, even the General, even Katarina. Wretched was his existence, as he wasn't even wanted, in the first place.

What came next was unexpected. Talon was waiting for any smart comment, a curse, punches, but not Katarina's expression as she slapped him hard across his face. They might be Noxians, they might value power in any form, they might be ruthless assassins, but, deep down, they were only human. Katarina's bottom lip trembled as her drawn brows formed a crease and her eyes were watery.

"You're a dumb idiot, you know that? Why is it so hard to get you to talk?! Ever since Papa brought you in, you acted like a mouse, always hiding in corners and shadows, and you never revealed how you truly felt. When he disappeared, and you were feeling out of place, abandoned, hopeless and scared like I was, all you had to do was reach out your goddamned hand! I would've hold onto it!" Her voice was rising with every word she spoke, and his eyes widened just as much. Sure, Katarina was headstrong and she usually acted first, spoke second and thought last, but her sudden outburst did surprise him. Maybe she cared... "We're family, Talon. And you're all I have left." She said with a shaky voice, suddenly losing all of her bravado from before. It was honest, though. So honest that, before realising what he was doing, Talon found himself closing his arms around her back, a gesture which was as surprising as it was unfamiliar.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Talon asked awkwardly, unsure how to act. He was hugging his sister, after all, something he never did before in his life. Hell, he never hugged anyone in his life before.

"Because! You're always the one who cooks, cleans and shops, and all I do is waste time. And I was shocked when Lux told me what happened between the two of you, but even more disappointed, because you never opened up to me." Katarina buried her head in the crook of his neck, sniffling in the slightest. She was a cat, acted just like a cat. "Besides," she began, with a calmer voice this time around. "I'm sure all Lux truly wants is for you to apologise and sort out things. You never forget your first, after all."

Talon still felt unsure about the whole thing. How was he even supposed to get her to talk to him, when she must've loathed him to no end? A lump formed in his throat at the mere thought.

"Promise me you'll talk to her?" Katarina insisted, as she looked up at him, flashing her best usage of puppy eyes.

Talon really hated his sister and her scheming.

"Promise." He finally agreed with a grumpy reply.

x

Blinded, I can't do this on my own

You were all I've got, to guide me home

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Pitter-patter against her window awoke her from her reverie, as Lux realised she'd been spacing out for the stars know how long, at her desk. She was trying to read then slipped into a world of subconscious thoughts, mostly having him at the centre. She was frustrated, with him, the match where she lost to him, the fact that he took her beret and never returned it, everything. Granted, most of those happened a day before, but she had felt restless ever since.

There were so many things she hated, compared to the ones she disliked less, but it truly annoyed her how self conscious she had been, how her eyes would search for him whenever she walked on the halls of the Institute, how she was hoping to be matched against him, how she yearned for him...

Indeed, the inside of Luxanna's head was a total and complete mess. She walked out on him, in that evening when summer turned to autumn, simply because she was shocked to find that Talon had been the one she lost her virginity to, and that he had abandoned her, but even more speechless that she had been attracted to him nevertheless, and had acted upon that desire. It was not like her. Sure, he was a walking catastrophe, but he was bad news. No, scratch that, she was bad news, more than he'd like to handle. Talon was more of a one-night stand kind of a guy than an actual lover.

Then again, what was Lux even expecting? Sure, she was attracted to him, but not in a way that she'd want to start a relationship with him. Or did she now?

So confusing... It's like a downpour of mismatched thoughts... Lux noted to herself as she watched the raindrops crash onto her window. Having only a lamp running, the small of her room was cast in different shadows, each object casting a different one, giving birth to playful tricksters across her haven.

Placing her hand on the cool surface of her desk, Lux followed the shadows as they danced around her, wondering just how could mere shadows be so alive. They were the lovechild of the light crashing onto objects and giving birth to them. They looked like hyperactive children playing hide-and-seek with the light. How similar it was to their situation. Only, both of them were like those shadows, running away from the truth, which was the light. Why was she even so afraid of facing him? It's not like they had... a connection.

"Connection," she muttered absent-mindedly, turning her head so now she leaned on her jaw, baby blue eyes staring at the downpour straight ahead. Talon was the total opposite of her. Albeit being with only a couple of years older, he was so different from her, and that difference might have been the starting point of this attraction.

They had different roles in two different societies. He was a low-life pickpocket who climbed his way into the Crimson Elite, a feared assassin, while she was a girl who shot lasers. Her opinion did not matter in her family, as she was a woman and most certainly not a soldier. Nobody cared about her as long as she kept up appearances, and despite coming from a wealthy family, all Lux could feel was the burden of the name. Talon, instead, he was never bound by the Du Couteau name, even if it was an adoptive family, and instead, he did as he pleased, moved however he wanted, not like the docile little girl who had to wear a light blue dress at a certain party or only eat vegetables on Thursdays.

Maybe that's how her attention began to gradually shift towards him, by their differences. She yearned to be free from the clutches of the Crownguard family, the responsibilities that came with the name and a duty to serve Demacia in heart and soul.

Deep down, maybe all she yearned for was someone to come and take her away from everything.

That's when a soft knocking was heard on her door, the faintest of all noises, compared to the storm going on outside. Startled, Lux rose from her desk, and with uncertainty, she headed towards her door. Who would visit her at such hours, in such a stormy weather? Her heart skipped a beat when a certain face crossed her mind, but she quickly shook him away. He wouldn't, why would he? She was avoiding him. She acted like a spoiled bitch last time she saw him, so why would he be the one to bend? He had no reason to...

Creaking her door open with uncertainty, the cold sneaked around her frame, and Lux stepped out in the open hallway, in nothing but an ivory cotton dress, which ended around her knees. Looking around, she saw nothing, but when she took a step into the hallway, her foot bumped into something. Looking down, she saw her red beret which had been abducted the other day, and a single lilac placed in it. No letter, no note, nothing. Just the beret and the flower.

With a sigh, Lux picked both up and returned to her room, but leaving the door ajar. It felt like a game, to see who would bend faster. Clearly, it wasn't her. He had made the first step into coming all the way to her room, and she left the door open, inviting him in. Now, it was once again his turn to step inside.

The mage didn't have to wait long for that to happen, however. While she was busy placing the flower in a mug and adding water, her door opened once again, only to close afterwards, filling the small room and her heart with his similar presence. Why was she nervous all of a sudden? Why the sudden shift of heartbeat?

As she turned around, slowly, she saw him leaned against her door, standing there awkwardly. He was gorgeous, tall and gorgeous even in the dimly lit room. He wore nothing with a dark V-cut blouse, dark grey pants and his usual military boots. His hair was tied messily at the nape of his neck, lone strands of chocolate framing his temples and jaw. Hands were shoved in his pants' pockets and eyes looking everywhere but at her.

"Hi," Talon eventually broke the silence, eyes momentarily turning her way, then away.

Lux was startled at the suddenness of it, and she never moved away from her desk, standing right across from him. "Hello," she greeted him back sheepishly, not sure how to continue. "Have a seat?" It was more like a question that an offer, since the tension was clear in the air, and she had no idea how to handle him. Talon did come to her on his own, but now it was her turn to act.

"I'm fine..." He replied curtly, while rubbing the back of his neck.

Alright, so he managed to go to her. Now what? How was he supposed to begin? There was so much he wanted to tell her, but he was such an awkward penguin. Talking was never his style. In the best case scenario, he would let his blades do the talking, but he couldn't expect a mage, a girl, Lux, of all people to fight him. Mages didn't do stuff like that. Mages... communicated verbally, through telepathic methods, he had no idea.

"Thank you for the flower. I didn't know they still bloomed." Lux said after a while, after she couldn't stand the silence anymore. Either he was going to talk or she'd make him. Through any methods.

Talon looked at her in surprise, a gesture mirroring her own. She definitely didn't expect him to be so surprised about her comment, though. So a small chuckle left her mouth. It sent bolts of electricity through his whole body.

"They don't. I, uh, asked Zyra to give me one." He replied with a shrug, and Lux found herself smiling again. Convincing Zyra to give up one of her precious flowers from the greenhouse must've been a real challenge. "Lilacs don't bloom in Noxus." Talon then added, his voice a tiny bit graver than before. "No flowers bloom in Noxus, actually," he continued, with a sad chuckle of his own.

Lux found herself leaving her desk and heading towards her bed, where she took a seat. Talon wouldn't budge from the door, though. But they were talking, so it was a start. She didn't know what she was expecting from all of this, but baby steps were all it took.

"I'm sorry about what I did, I truly am." He meant every word, and she shivered when sanguine eyes, warmed up by her lamp locked with hers. She momentarily forgot how to breathe when he looked at her. "The General disappeared six years ago, on the day we first met. I was... devastated. But I had no idea how to let go of my grief. I always thought that compassion and empathy were equal to weakness and eventually, death, so I never shared anything in the house. I ended up drunk and in bed with you. I'm sorry. I only realised too late it was your first time, and that I should've acted differently... No, I shouldn't even have touched you in the first place." His hands clasped together in front, and his head was bent a bit, his voice taking a different kind of tone.

Lux was feeling a lump forming in her throat. Why was she feeling so... bitter? He was sincere, he truly felt sorry, and yet... why was he bringing her on the verge of tears?

"I... let go of everything while using you. It was wrong of me, even though I experienced that closeness for the first time as well. I might be Noxian, but even I have my pride." Talon said with a shake of his head.

Even I have my pride... That sounded so wrong, for some reason. And his earlier statement too, about not touching her...

Looking at him with a frown, Lux slowly rose from the bed, taking a few tentative steps towards him. Talon was surprised at her sudden movements, but just a little.

"What do you mean by 'I shouldn't even have touched you in the first place'?" She was annoyed at this point. Just why, why was he always putting himself down?

She stopped right in front of him, eyes not leaving his for a second. And Talon couldn't break the spell either, that those two orbs of blue held on him. He was captive by a summer sky turned into evening, and the scent of flowers which never bloomed in Noxus.

"Why, you ask?" He spoke with a dark chuckle, which wasn't funny at all. "Because you're a Crownguard, which practically makes you royalty, and you're also Demacian. People like us don't – no, shouldn't mix. You live in masked happiness and bliss, faking everything around you because you cannot stand the mentality and the choices those around you make, yet you can't break free. But you don't realise that you're good where you are. You don't have to worry about running out of food or not having enough firewood to keep one room warm. And it's fine like that. Because you don't have to be like us."

Lux listened and listened and then she snapped. She couldn't believe his words. He was a goddamn impossible man. He saw right through her and yet, he was telling her that she was in a good place where she was? That it was fine having a superficial relationship with her parents and her brother that it was alright to exist like a shadow? Yes, the Lady Luminosity was nothing but a shadow in her own house.

"Can you stop with this?!" She yelled, surprising both of them, with her high-pitched voice. "I was not a Crownguard when I went to bed with you, I wasn't even Demacian! I was just a drunk girl who had no idea what she was doing. And if you did know who I was, you would've stopped anyways. And I'm not good where I am today. Probably the only good part is that I can come to the Institute and act like Miss Sunshine shooting people with lasers, because that's all they expect of Demacia's darling. You told me that no flowers bloom in Noxus, well, guess what, in Demacia they have flowers just to decorate their sorry lives! They don't care about anything, as long as their imagery doesn't get affected. They're not raising children, they're raising soldiers and they send them to war! So why, why do you tell me I'm good where I am? Why is it so good to be a toy in someone else's hands?" She hadn't realised, but the tears were streaming down her face, on par with the rain outside.

Great. Now she had made a fool of herself. And judging by Talon's reaction, or well, lack of it, he certainly didn't want to get involved. Too much to handle, anyways. She was always too much to handle.

Wiping her tears rapidly, using her knuckles, Lux tried to regain her composure, though it was no easy task. She simply hated the way he saw her and the whole situation. Sure, it wasn't that bad, compared to what he had to go through, but it wasn't good either. She just couldn't seem to find her place in the world.

"Look, I'm sorry for overreacting as well." She eventually added, after managing to somewhat calm herself. Still, the blonde wasn't able to look at him in the eye. "You had your reasons just like I did, and it happened. I'm sorry for calling you names and dragging the situation to such extents. Just please, please, never say that we're not on equal ground just because I was born into that family."

He was going to leave. He was certainly going to leave now. Why would he stay, anyways? He only came to return the damned beret and give her a stupid flower. What happened between them six years ago was because they were both drunk, and what happened back in Noxus happened because he went along with her. It wasn't because he cared, or because he was attracted to her.

Then why, why was he prying her hands away from her face, kissing both her wrists and knuckles with such tenderness that it nearly broke her heart? Why was he pulling her closer, tucking a strand of golden behind her ear and gently lifting her face so she could look at him? Why was he looking at her so, as though his eyes were watching her deep in her own being? Why was her body turning so weak, burning with such desire, needing him so much?

"So you mean we're on equal ground?" Came Talon's question, with no hidden meaning, no facade, no games. Just that, that simple question.

It shook her completely from the inside out.

There was fire in those crimson eyes bathed in flames. The shadows were playing deviously behind him, as if recognising a playmate and inviting him to join them. Lux's heartbeat was so loud she wondered whether he could hear it as well.

Then it sunk in. Her lips widened into the smallest of smiles. "We always have been." She then said, and, placing both of her palms on either side of his cheek, she got on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

The initial surprise shifted into acceptance, when Talon's strong arms sneaked around her middle, her own nested in his hair, as Lux was kissing him and he was kissing her back. She was drowning in the feeling of his lips, his musky scent and strong body she was currently pressed against. How small she felt in the castle of his arms, how small and helpless indeed. Talon deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, invading more of her, ready to take everything she offered and more, so much more. Finally, there was no border separating her from him, and with her approval he could do everything, reach new heights, fall into new lows.

In the passion of the moment, Lux had become slightly dizzy, because she had forgotten how to breathe, so she made a few steps backwards, towards her bed, pulling Talon with her. He seemed rather surprised, but when she broke the kiss to land gracefully on her back, taking him with herself, she already knew what both desired for so long, and she wouldn't deny him, nor her, anything.

"Are you sure?" Talon asked with uncertainty, as he leaned into his palms resting near her shoulders. He still had his boots on, so getting on her bed wouldn't be nice.

"Yes, I am," Lux replied as she ran tender fingers through his hair. Gosh, she couldn't get tired of playing with his hair. It was soft to the touch, so pretty and a good thing to grab onto as well.

"Very sure?" He insisted, while cocking a brow upwards. For one, he had no idea how to act around someone, or how to treat them tenderly. He was willing to learn, though.

She glared at him in annoyance. "Yes, I am very sure. Can we move on now?" Patience was not one of her virtues...

With a dark chuckle and a peck planted on her forehead, Talon quickly got rid of his boots and was back to hovering above her, making sure he was not letting all his weight on her. She was truly beautiful, even in just a simple cotton dress, with her hair sprawled on her white pillows, and those baby blue eyes staring into his soul. He wanted this woman, to hold her, to call her his own. He wanted her to belong to him just as much as he wanted to belong to her.

His lips found hers once more, and Talon allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of holding and kissing her. Lux's hands kept playing with his hair, and she quickly made place for him by parting her legs. She was a bit afraid, he could feel it, but then again, so was he. There was a huge difference between having sex and making love, and if they had sex before, it was time to make love – whatever that meant. Talon wasn't so sure anymore. He didn't know what it meant to 'make love' as he never truly experienced it. Then again, everything had a start.

His hands travelled down her curves, resting at her waist, as his kisses grew more agitated. How he wanted to hold her, to feel her... And Lux was feeling the same kind of burning sensation in the whole of her body, from the simplest touches. Everything burned where Talon touched her, even through her dress, and she felt restless, uncomfortable in her own skin. She could never get enough of him or his touches or the way his body felt, pressed against hers.

His mouth allowed her to inhale oxygen again, as it travelled down her chin, tasting the skin on her neck, mercilessly biting and lapping at it in his wake. "Oh," she cried out a bit the moment he got to a sensitive spot and with a mischievous grin, Talon kept on focusing that same convenient spot, all the while his hands encircled her waist and were resting on the small of her back.

Lux arched her back a bit, so as to not cause him discomfort, leaning more into his hungry kisses. Lower he kissed her collarbones, giving each a teasing bite then stopped at where her dress began. With a risen eyebrow, Lux looked at him questioningly, at which Talon only smirked and suddenly lifted her in a sitting position only to flip her on her fours.

"What–" The mage couldn't even finish her sentence, as she found herself in a new position, with Talon hovering over her from behind.

Certainly, she did not expect to get there so fast. Then again, Talon didn't plan to ease either of their sufferings so quickly either and all he intended was to undo the buttons of her dress, one by one, tantalisingly slowly. The revealed skin his hands touched was quickly followed by his mouth, as the assassin was leaning over his prey, hair caressing her milky skin in the process. Her dress came undone, and Lux shivered at the sensations he was offering her. He made sure to cover every bit of skin and bone with hands, mouth and hair, until her dress was pulled down her shoulders, through her arms and resting at her middle. Much to his pleasure, she was wearing no bra.

So Talon, taking advantage of the position, loomed over her once more, hands caressing her shoulders and then cautiously sneaking to steal a few touches from her breasts, a gesture at which Lux cried out. Her small, perky breasts felt so soft against his calloused hands from years of wielding weapons, all the while he kissed the more perturbing bones from her spine and ribs.

"Please," she managed a muffled cry, her body on fire from tender care. Talon sneaked a glance and smirked to himself, while he quickly bit into her ear, making Lux moan louder than she expected. "Oh, come on!" She then glared at him, only to be turned around suddenly once again.

Talon was kneeling on her bed, holding her under her waist with one hand, all the while he was getting rid of her dress, by slipping it through her legs with ease. Lux felt more exposed than before, by the way her breasts were winking at him, and how he was holding her waist, revealing her underwear and lifting one of her thighs. Crimson eyes stared into baby blue ones as he allowed her back onto the mattress, while holding onto a thigh, and gently pecking the inner flesh, sending shivers through Lux's body.

Nesting between her legs once again, Talon leaned forward, hovering just about her underwear and Lux drew in a sharp breath of air, when, much to her disappointment, he went past it, sending flurries of kisses all over her stomach and ribs. "That will come later," he then whispered, as his mouth moved upwards, reaching the valley of her breasts, and picked one of the two victims, suckling on her nipple, all the while his hand massaged her other breast.

"O-oh," Lux forced herself to hold back, but without realising, her hands were back in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, weak thighs closing in on him. She could care less about anything else, hell, she would even elope from Demacia with him and live anywhere he wanted to, as long as she could be with him. She certainly didn't love him, but the way his tongue worked, it surely did the trick.

Another muffled cry; and her heart was beating faster and faster with each minute she was spending with him. Talon switched between her breasts, viably noticing that her left one was much more sensitive than her right, so of course he had to play around a bit more, much to her chagrin. His poor scalp was feeling it thorough, just how much Lux was enjoying it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Talon then asked with a knowing smirk, all the while he rested his chin between her breasts, hands lost somewhere between her curves.

Lux blushed slightly, and pulled at his hair. "You're a cunt!" She then shouted with annoyance, unable to bear his tease anymore.

"I am the cunt?" He then mirrored her question with a note of amusement added to it.

Lux glared at him then tried to rise from her position, forcing him upwards as well. "Yeah, you are, as a matter of fact." She then stated with a cute smile, while her hands found the hem of his blouse, finally taking it off of him. "Pants too, off." She then demanded, and with a burst of laughter, Talon was quick to kick them off too, leaving himself in his underwear, and the stars know how many hidden blades – or where. That was the question.

Moving back on the bed, Talon got back on top of her, sharing yet another kiss, as his hands went back through the route of her curves, resting on her waist. He could not get enough of her, the way her skin felt, the way she reacted. But it was Lux's time to have some fun, as she could see more of him. The scars, they appealed to her, made his olive skin so much handsome. One day, she thought as her hands traced the outlines of every scar on his chest and shoulders, I will make him tell me the story behind every scar. Then her hand rested upon the scar she gave him herself. Her heart throbbed a bit, sinking in the slightest, but his hand cupper hers and his mouth found her own.

Talon made her lean on her back one again, and while he was kissing her, his hands found the hem of her panties, and he easily slipped the last remaining material off of her thin legs. Lux protested a bit but his touch was soon there to calm her down.

In Demacia, people raised flowers to place them into vases later on. The maids would replace the flowers every few days, to give the impression of freshness. Right then, she was a flower that was being loved. She could not explain it otherwise. She was a flower handled with such care that it almost hurt.

"Ooohh..." She broke free from his mouth when his fingers reached her folds and he was playing with her gently.

Out of reflex, her hands found his hair, a gesture at which Talon only smirked, knowing that hard days were awaiting his hair, and his touch kept sending bolts of electricity through her petite body.

Being denied her mouth, he went on to kiss that sweet spot on her neck, all the while his fingers were opening her up like a flower. Her back arched into him just perfectly, giving him all the access to slide a finger in.

"O-ohh, what are you doing to me?!" Lux cried out in bliss, the moment he began moving his finger inside of her, and when she got wet enough, added another.

"Pleasing you, but of course," he replied cheekily, mouth ravaging one of her perky breasts, the more sensitive one.

Her cries echoes in the whole room, and he fastened his pace, trying his best to please her, listening to her body language, letting her guide him through it. The way she cried out, the way her nails bit into his hair, the way her body arched, it gave Talon a boost that he doing a rather good job.

But even his patience had limits. While halting the actions of pleasing her, he quickly got rid of his own underwear, and much to his surprise, Lux's petite hand was already closing around his length. He was still on top of her, and by the way she handled him, pumping slowly at first and then fastening her pace, all the while she held just right, he couldn't help but groan in response. Her other hand was resting around his shoulder blades this time.

He would be more than happy to release in her hand, dictated by her sweet pace, but what he desired, what they both desired was complete fulfilment.

So Talon gently removed her hand and replaced it with his own, positioning himself at her entrance. They shared a kiss, and he slowly made his way through her folds, carefully this time, aware of the fact that he was causing her discomfort.

"Ow, ow, ow," Lux cried out when she felt his length forcing her apart, stretching her and hurting her just a bit, but this time, he was careful. This time, he went in slowly, waited for her to adjust to his size, for her insides to welcome him in her wetness, and only then pulled out, slowly, entering her again.

It didn't take long until Lux felt the bliss, and Talon filling her in all the right places, so her groans turned into little mewls of pleasure, all the while she held onto him for dear life. Talon shifted his pace, this time as well, being observant of her body's movements, all the while he held her close.

"Gosh, Talon!" She cried out when he had reached a sweet spot, nails digging into his skin, creating tiny crescent moons.

He parted her legs some more, getting lost in the feeling of her. The sweetness of her voice, the warmth of her body, the way she felt pressed against him, how well she fit in his arms... Talon felt a rush of emotion, something he hadn't experienced before, something between happiness, warmth, somewhere to belong... Something like...

"Talon," she called his name in pure bliss, her small hand resting on his cheek.

Home.

"I'm here," he whispered gravely, and leaned in to kiss her wildly, fastening his pace, making her claw at his skin, all the while he was kissing her with every bit of passion he had and didn't know of.

Her escaped moans against his mouth were giving away how much Lux enjoyed it, but Talon wasn't far either. He never knew one could experience such bliss from sharing a bed with someone, despite being with a few people himself. It was different for Lux, he knew. So he was happy for being the only man she ever shared a bed with. And ever will.

"I cannot anymore... Talon, please..." Her pleading face was absolutely adorable. And even if he wanted to keep on going the whole night, he knew it wasn't physically possible, not after tasting heaven so.

"I know lovely, me too," he breathed hard, as he tried to hold himself back, until she came.

It didn't take long for Lux, though. "Oh, Talon! I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" She yelled in her high pitched voice, all the while holding him close, her body erupting in a sweet reverie, pulling her nails along his back, forcing a groan from him as well.

Moments later, he couldn't hold himself anymore, her high taking over him, releasing in a way that he could say the he tasted heaven indeed. Even though they were both out of breath, chests heaving and bodies on fire, Talon couldn't help but seek out her lips, wrapping his arms around her frail body and marking her as his over and over again.

She was the same, chuckling like a stupid little girl who was experiencing her first love. But maybe she was too old for her first love. It would've been a nice start, though. Flowers never bloomed in Noxus, but they weren't in Noxus at the moment, and she might've simply been a late bloomer only.

First things first, at least she had found a place to belong, in the strong arms of the man who was currently holding her. And, truth be told, she wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

Fin