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Lux wasn’t sure when she’d moved fully into Powder’s lap, when the heat and warmth of the ring and Powder’s hand and her own blood pulsing into her crotch had grown unbearable and she’d had to wrap her legs firmly around her fiancee (hers, hers, her fiancee, it still was - she couldn’t still fit her mind around it, around the idea that she was wanted, wanted for her, Lux was wanted), her skin begging for contact, for pressure. She buried her face fully in Powder’s neck, rubbing her cheek against her and hoping Powder would think it was the wine making her so bold and not her own ugly and overwhelming desire, the odd shape of it.
“S-so. Um.” Powder’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, curling her own face into Lux’s neck. “Do you uh. Wanna stay the night?” There was a hint of something else in Powder’s voice, something subtle that Lux never would have picked up on if she didn’t know her wife-to-be so well. Staying the night didn’t mean sleeping.
Powder’s body in the shower next to hers - “Is that… would you be okay with that?” The greedy, savage part of Lux howled in potential denial but she couldn’t - wouldn’t - hurt Powder like that. She wouldn’t.
“I think I would,” Powder murmured, pressing a harsh kiss into Lux’s neck that eased the itching pressure hard enough that Lux swallowed a gasp. “It’s - mmh.” Powder made a small whining noise. “It’s too complex to just explain offhand. But I do. I want you.” Hands roaming across her back, thin strong fingers squeezing her through the waistcoat and shirt.
“Okay. Yes. Yes, I want to stay the night with you.” She pressed her thighs in tighter, a kiss to the underside of Powder’s jaw. “Carry me to bed, love? My wife-to-be?”
Powder grinned and stole the last of Lux’s wine before the glass could slip out of her distracted grip. Then her arms tightened around Lux, and she stood.
It was almost an amusing afterthought, how the one wearing the dress would get carried while looking pretty, not be the one doing the carrying. Barely worth thinking about compared to how the backless nature of Powder’s outfit let Lux rest her hands on Powder’s shoulderbones, feel the flex and move of her. She buried her face in her neck again and kissed, then, just because, blew a small raspberry.
Powder glowed. Every part of her did, the Light singing to her of all the pieces of itself that shone from and through and were reflected by her, even the parts others couldn’t see. From the huge shapes of radio waves to the smaller, wigglier parts of light that didn’t have names. A sudden thought slipped across her drunken mind and she let Radiant Spark’s training fade and allowed herself to kick her legs and giggle.
“Mm?” Powder looked down at her.
“I just - realised you’re carrying me to your room to have your dastardly way with me. I never thought I’d - it’s fun. Being your damsel~”
She snorted, and her lips were warm on Lux’s, her breath hot on her face. “You’re so cute. And kinda drunk.”
Oh - she was, wasn’t she? She hadn’t noticed before - maybe with the ring, maybe with the way Powder being hers and her being Powder’s and how that made her feel - “Um. I - I don’t want to - take advantage of you - or your hospitality - ” Lux tried to still her hands that had started flexing and patting of their own accord against Powder’s spine.
“Hey. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Powder’s arms letting go of her - no! - but placing her on the bed, against the nest of pillows around the headboard. They all smelled of Powder, machine oil and something like hot iron and cinnamon tickling the edge of her nostrils as she shifted amongst them, settling them round her. Powder looking down at her, framed in the light from the window, blue and orange and eyebrow raised.
“I - don’t know. Alcohol makes consent strange, makes everything slippery.” She worried her lip between her teeth, tried not to notice how the dress hung and clung to her fiancee. “I’d - I know you don’t always - if it’s a day where you - and I know that I’d be - maybe your first, I think. In terms of dastardliness.”
Powder crawled up the bed to her, hands adjusting her dress. “Yeah. I think it would be.” Her hand curled into Lux’s hair and she chased it, wanting to feel Powder’s fingers on her face, the heat of them, of her body. “First times are always tricky, I think? Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be as close to you as I can.” A huff of air against Lux’s ear. “And anyways. If we mess it up that badly, we’ll just have to do it right in the morning.”
“It’s more that…” Lux swallowed. Tilted her cheek against Powder’s hand, closed her eyes, felt the Light pouring off and through her, around her bones. “My first time was complicated. In terms of consent.” He hadn’t pressured her into it but she’d felt like - like she’d owed it to him, somehow, and with his deceit of her in general, and - “I don’t want you to have the… same regrets I’ve ended up having about that.”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight unless we want to.” Powder’s lips against her temple, the glow of her eyes pinning Lux like a blade. She felt Powder’s dress ruck up between them as she shifted. “We can just be close to each other for a while, without anything in the way.”
Lux swallowed. Her chin dug into Powder’s collarbone as she nodded, her breath uneven. “Okay. That would be - nice.” Other, better words flooded her mind, reprimanded her for her weakness and failure. “Holding you. Being held.”
Her Light informed her of Powder’s sly grin. “Like you asked me to hold your boob?~”
“No! That was - I mean, if you wanted to - argh.” She pressed her teeth into Powder’s shoulder, affection sinking through the points of her canines. “Mean. Meanie.”
Powder giggled, kissed Lux’s forehead. “I want to be with you. If you can forgive any roaming hands - I’ll do the same for you.” The whisper press of her hair and the pressure of another kiss against Lux’s neck, her pulse singing to sink into Powder’s skin. She couldn’t stop her lips parting in a half-gasp. “I want to explore.”
“Oh - okay. Okay, Powder.”
Powder’s smile against her neck was ecstasy itself. “So, does that mean you want to watch me slip out of this dress?”
“Yes.” It burst from her like dead from a grave. “Oh fuck.”
Lux could only watch, awestruck, as Powder sat up from her, legs astride her waist, smiling down at her - her arms crossed and grabbed her dress at her hips, lifted. Her hands had fallen to Powder’s legs and as she shifted atop her, Lux’s hands rose higher, almost out of her control, reaching the middle of Powder’s thighs and feeling the give and firmness of her skin under her, the way her lip slipped between her teeth. And all Lux was seeing. Her midriff. The length of cloud tattoos up her left side, curling up her ribs as they rose to - she wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh, and she was - “Powder,” she said, and she knew she sounded desperate, like an addict, like a criminal begging for a stay of execution.
Powder tossed the dress aside. “That’s meee~” Her smile grew wider, her hands roaming up Lux’s arms and shoulders that had always felt torn between too frail and too strong before but now all that mattered was the damn cloth between her and Powder’s touch - fingers tangled in Lux’s hair and she was kissing Powder again, feeling her hunger, nails digging into Powder’s thighs, making little noises she didn’t want to think about. Lux’s tongue licked out into her mouth, tasting the remnants of her own wine that Powder had drained -
Powder pulled back. “L-Lux - was that your tongue - ?!”
Oh goddess of divine judgement - embarrassment warred with lust as she leant back. “Sorry - it’s a thing that happens in kissing - sometimes not always - I’m sorry - ”
“Hey.” Burning fingers, lingering on her cheek. “It just surprised me. I did say I wanted to explore. Let’s try that again, hmm?” She didn’t even get a chance to say yes before Powder’s lips were on hers again, her tongue strong and aggressive and burningly warm. Like kissing a tongue of fire. Lux felt her body buck upwards, pressing against Powder’s naked body wherever it could, trying to feel and touch every part of her. She needed - she wanted -
Powder pulled back, and the noise their lips made as they left each other felt like the deepest and most beautiful sin in existence. “So, do you want help getting your lovely clothes off?”
“Yes.” Lux couldn’t gasp it out fast enough. She needed the pressure and warmth of Powder’s skin flush with her own. She fumbled at the buttons of her waistcoat, but that had meant letting go of Powder’s thighs and she shook with the lack of contact. “Undress - undress me, please - ” And Powder was just smirking down at her all the while - “How are you so - you are a very unfair woman.”
Powder giggled. “Not my fault I’m too much to handle~” Her hands, the texture of their ring sliding under Lux’s shirt and slowly lifting it - the warmth of mouth and tongue against the fluttering muscles of her stomach. Lux managed to fumble the waistcoat off in a daze, undoing more buttons, more, barely hearing Powder murmur against her sternum, “Or that you’re so easy to fluster,” due to the pounding of her heart - Lux glanced down to see Powder take the front of her bra in her teeth and pull it down, felt her smile between her breasts and she arched and babbled out a noise even she couldn’t decipher.
“You’re beautiful, Sunshine.” Clever fingers in her back, undoing the clasp, and Powder simply turned her head and spat her bra aside. The Light showed every last millimetre and part of her as Powder set a flaming trail of kisses across Lux’s chest, the heat radiating from them becoming fast-fading too wide light in their wake. “All of you.”
“How - ” Lux couldn’t stop her nails from digging into Powder’s back, clawing up against her ribs. “How have I been so - so lucky as to - as to find you - ”
“I could ask the same. What could I possibly have done to deserve someone as amazing as you? All I can do is just - ” The endless, perfect pressure of teeth on the side of her breast, and before the sensation could settle and fade, another bite between shoulder and neck, longer and lavished as Lux arched. “Do my best to earn you.”
“Powder~” Her hand tangled in her fiancee’s perfect blue hair. “Please, |jnëilmꝃnaṽešeiṫn|.”
A smirk, pressed into her breast - she felt it, saw it, teasing, perfect - “Please what, Sunshine?”
“M-mean.” Powder’s teeth turned the word into a whine. “Goddesses, Powder. F-fucking - kiss me or bite my breasts or - please just touch me I need you so badly I might die.”
Her love gave a low considering hum, and simply bit Lux’s collarbone - she couldn’t stop her moan, her fingers digging into Powder’s scalp as her hands found Lux’s ass, squeezed. Unbuttoning her trousers with deft fingers as Lux could only pant into Powder’s neck as she dragged them lower and lower and she couldn’t stop her greedy mouth from latching on, her tongue laving desperately and pulling and suckling against the pulse there that felt just out of reach.
And then Powder had to whisper in her ear, voice low and close as she finally threw Lux’s trousers aside.
“Good girl.”
Lux’s hips lifted up like a hammer strike to an anvil as every part of her body seemed to pulse - somehow she managed to say, “Fuck - Powder, please, please touch me now, please.”
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Sunshine~” Powder’s abs ground into the apex of Lux’s thighs and it was too much she needed more -
“Any - everywhere you want - ” Lux thrashed, writhed, “ - bite me, mark me, yours, I want to be just yours, please, please Powder - ”
Finally, Powder’s hand, pressing against her through the lace of her underwear, gentle warm circles, the perfect pressure of bites against her neck and her heated iron grip holding Lux’s wrists over her head. “Mine. All mine. All mine.”
“Harder,” Lux begged. “Oh - don’t fucking tease me - can’t - inevitable ice - ” Oh, she’d said that in Freljordian, whoops. “Please, cerulean storm - ”
“Without saying please?” Bites - the perfect suckling pressure of her jaws over one of Lux’s nipples, the lave of her tongue - learnt so fast my clever girl, my perfect clever girl - her hand pulling back, nono, and Lux’s hips trying to follow before, yesyesYES - fingers under the lace and against her skin, slipping into, felt like her heart was in her crotch - her nails were embedded so deep in Powder’s back - “All mine. All of you. Forever and ever.” A soft purr against her breast, and another perfect marking bite on the other as her fingers touched and yes. “Us~”
“Us - yours - Powder - yours yours yours - !” She needed - needed -
“Cum for me.”
Powder bit her neck and Lux convulsed, her body curling up into her, arching, writhing - a scream poured from her like water and then her whole body was water, rolling downhill, warmth, melting. Melted.
Soft nip to her breast. “Good girl~” Warm arms around her, Powder nuzzling into her - mmm, and now Lux could feel every bruise and mark left on her, aching in perfect harmony, the best sensation because it was Powder with her. And - her own warmth pressing against Lux’s hip - the soft pants and dampness -
Want her. “I could - if you want I could too - I really want to but only if you - ”
“Please?” Powder’s lips on her shoulder. “Want to be yours, as much as you want to be mine.”
Kissing her, firmly, tongue tangling - Lux’s hand returned to Powder’s thigh once again, squeezing and brushing higher and oh, |jnëilmꝃnaṽešeiṫn|, you’re so wet for me, but couldn’t say it while still kissing her, while gripping and guiding the slow orbit of her hips against Lux’s hand and thigh.
Powder panted against her lips. “L-Luuuxx - ”
“I’ve got you. Tell me what you want - tell me what you need, darling.” She kissed down the sharp line of Powder’s jaw, then up her neck to press teeth to the shell of her ear, keeping her ministrations slow and careful and steady even in the face of her perfect wet heat.
“Mmm. M-mm.”
“I can suggest things - or I can just keep - just keep touching you.” Her Light showed her Powder’s eyes fluttering, the soft pink-purple glow behind them. “Whatever you want.”
Powder moaned, and it almost undid Lux again. “Mmm… w-want…” Her voice was dripping with desire. “Whatever you want. ‘M yours n-now.”
And the heat and warmth and slick on her hand - “I want - I want to taste you. I want that. If that’s okay.”
Powder’s thighs clenched around her hand, around her, and she squirmed, but didn’t answer, just whimpered.
“Powder?”
A needy nod against her shoulder.
“Okay.” She was so beautiful. Lux’s hand kept moving against her, steady and slow. “Okay, darling - lie back a bit.” She wanted, so desperately, for Powder to feel as perfect and good as Powder had made her feel. Guiding her back into the pillows, kissing down her neck, her collarbone - she stopped at her fiancee’s perfect breasts, palmed one, suckled the other into her mouth feeling the flutter of her lungs under her skin. Lux hummed, and Powder’s grip on her wrist was sudden and sharper than a blow from a mace.
“Oh f-fuck!”
Lux hummed again, kissed lower, slowing her hand a little - kissing the curves of the clouds of smoke down to her hips, to the damp curls of blue hair - love her, love her, love her -
Powder’s legs curled around her back, her head. Heels digging into her spine. “P-please, pleasepleasepleaseplease - d-on’t stop - ” Writhing so beautifully for Lux as she slid down, as her tongue finally tasted heated flesh and warmth and her - above her Powder arched and spat a torrent of incomprehensible gutlau, her fingers squeezing Lux’s hand and tangled with her same as the phrases as they devolved into tangled prayers.
Lux licked her lips. “You taste like sherbert~” she said, and then she set herself to the task of ruining her wife-to-be - fingers parting here, tongue laving here, then curling - pleasant warmth like fire under her skin flickering through her like she was taking Powder’s heat into her. Powder’s fingers curled into her hair and she rode up into Lux’s eager mouth - tastes so good (familiar, something I should remember?) - she was just barely able to pull back enough to murmur, “Such a good girl for me, Powder,” before she was pushed/dove back in, teeth and tongue and lips and more, needed to devour her perfectly, the stiff nub of Powder’s clit straining in her mouth -
“F-ffuckfuckfuckfuck - ” Powder chanted arrhythmically, distantly above her, walls clenching against her tongue, and oh, that was a lot of hot wet warmth in her mouth suddenly, flooding her and against her cheeks.
Oh. I made her - oh. And then Lux was too busy lapping up the gift Powder had given her.
“F-fuck - Sunshine - fuck. Y-you - I pissed myself on your face, I’m so sorry - ”
“No - no, you - ” Oh darling, no. Those shakes hadn’t been her coming off a peak but her crying - Lux crawled up the bed, tried not to laugh. Kisses back up. “You didn’t pee, Powder. Look at me. You didn’t pee on me - um, you produced so much juice it all sort of - came out at once. It’s called squirting, I didn’t even know it was actually real, but. It’s not pee.”
Powder shook her head, burying her face in Lux’s breasts. “Don’ deserve you.”
No, nonono not going wrong now - “You do, you do, Powder. You deserve - fuck, you’re so good, and real, and you deserve so fucking much, baby.” Pulling her as close as possible. “And you’re also some kind of - magical fucking sex unicorn or something because you are incredible, |jnëilmꝃnaṽešeiṫn|.”
That got her to snort. Shakily, of course. “Sex unicorn? Really? All I can imagine is a unicorn with rude body parts in place of the horn. Like a pair of breasts flopping about as it gallops towards the nearest Piltie.”
“I don’t know! Something magical and rare and precious.” Lux shrugged. Mm, her whole body was still - fizzing from the taste of Powder. Like sherbert.
“Rare an’ precious describes you, |jnëilmꝃnaṽešeiṫn|.” Powder pulled back, smiling, before the expression became rictus and she tensed. “Fuck - fuck - I should have warned you, I - fuck!”
“What?” Lux’s hands reached out, held Powder’s face. “Powder? Baby?” Shit she’d - she’d pushed Powder so hard - and Powder had been upset - “Did - what did I do?”
“It’s - it’s not you it’s me it’s my fault it’s all my fucking fault -” Powder buried her face against Lux’s collar. “Y-your eyes. They’re - like mine.”
Like hers - oh. Oh. “The Shimmer in you. It’s in your blood and - blood products too?” And - yes, that fit, actually, the sensation like popping under the skin now she was paying attention. Shimmer was a highly mutagenic substance… “Well, I suppose that explains why I feel - even more floaty and tingly than I might otherwise, but I’m fine, Powder.”
“I’ll believe that when your eyes stop glowing.” Sniffling. “I should have warned you or - or something. I didn’t want to think about it and now I’ve hurt you.” A muffled almost-sob. “I don’t - I don’t want to think about a future where the relationship isn’t about us and becomes - me being the source of your next high.”
“Darling.” Soft kiss to her neck. “Really. That - won’t happen. It’s not…” Lux winced, and the shudder of Shimmer amplified the memory of her training. “It’s not the first time I’ve had it. And it just means that I’ll have to be very careful when I eat you out, or maybe use protection of some kind.”
“WH- it’s not?! When did - why - how - babe, why? Why would you do that to yourself?” Clinging closer than she thought she could, until something creaked.
“Not my choice.” She buried her face more firmly in the crook of Powder’s neck. “Part of training. All sorts of toxins and intoxicants. We had to learn how to - handle ourselves even while potentially compromised.” Lux managed to hide an almost sob - still managed to almost fuck it up, Luxanna, good going - burying it with a laugh. “No better assassin than one you think is as high as you are before they slit your throat.”
“I am going to fucking murder every single one of them and bury their sorry carcasses across every rooftop in Demacia -” Powder was hissing with such venom Lux almost had a thought about applying it to a knife. “I’m - I’m sorry. I -” Clutching at her again, making her ribs ache a little, “I kinda ruined the mood there, didn’t I?”
“No. I should have - I mean, part of the training was recognising the effects and I didn’t. That’s my fault.” Kissing her cheek, her lips. Tangling their hands together so the heart of their rings was whole. “And we’ve still got the rest of the night. If that’s okay with you.”
A snigger-giggle. “It’s okay. I think it’s a universal law that every first time sex has to have at least one freak out. But I thought that would have been covered when you stuck your tongue in my mouth.” Quiet dry cackling escaped Powder’s lips. “And here I thought the possibility of getting licked was one of risk, not fun.” She nuzzled into Lux’s neck, and Lux curled fingers into the iridescent perfection of her hair. “Mmm. I think they. Definitely heard us though.”
“Oh no.” She turned her face into Powder’s shoulder, almost bit it in embarrassment before realising that would be more embarrassing. “I was so loud.”
“Just think of it as helping me get revenge for all the times they kept me up.” She felt Powder’s lips twisting into a devious smirk. A smirk that was sliding down her body, small kisses trailing towards - “And I think it’s my turn to taste you~” purring against her thigh, red-hot fingers gripping at her.
“Yes~” Lux tilted her head back. Parted her legs. “Love you. Love you. F - uh - ah!”