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Party Time! Excellent!
Leaning back on the bed the redhead watched the two contently. But being the perky, active woman that she was Sarah couldn’t help but join in; embracing Jayce from behind she slid her arms up his chest feeling his amazingly formed abs, before finally reach into his pants, stroking him and biting her lower lip, “Riven, I think we should undress him, don’t you…?”
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Party Time! Excellent!
Slowly things were dawning on her as the daze Sarah had left her in wore off. Riven looked about and realized Sarah had stripped down so quickly, and at what was being implied. Her cheeks were still quite hot, especially at Jayce’s offer, but at that point it was best to just be true and honest. And the fact was that suit was a total bitch to put on. Before she could answer Jayce was kissing her neck and her breath caught. “Yes!” she said suddenly on the lack of breath. “I … uh … yes, please,” she murmured with a deep and content sigh.
Leaning back on the bed the redhead watched the two contently. But being the perky, active woman that she was Sarah couldn't help but join in; embracing Jayce from behind she slid her arms up his chest feeling his amazingly formed abs, before finally reach into his pants, stroking him and biting her lower lip, "Riven, I think we should undress him, don't you...?"
Party Time! Excellent!
Riven stared off into space, still in a stupor and lingering on the tingling sensation in her lips. She barely heard Jayce speak, but saw his gesture. With a dumb little nod she followed after him into the room. It wasn’t until the door shut behind them that she snapped out, the click against the suddenly quiet, muffled music starting her. “Uh …” she murmured, looking around and trying to figure out what had led her there.
Already quite comfortable on the bed Fortune began waving the wine bottle around in her hand around, "I think you're both wearing too many clothes..."
Sighing as Renekton peeked into the room she reached over to the night stand (completely naked) and tossed him the phone, "Try and keep track of things, man!"
Party Time! Excellent!
Jayce’s eyes widened and he smiled stupidly. Oh man, two chicks kissing. Score. “Woah..Hey now. When can I have some? He looked around and noticed people staring, giving them the thumbs up. Attention back at the ladies. Or should we say. His ladies? “So..um. Hello?” Jayce was starting to get turned on by this but at the same time he didn’t want left out.
Riven had basically played her hand. Be loud and hope it got attention. But apparently it worked far better than she had thought, getting her all of the attention. Suddenly she was tugged forward and the next thing she knew Sarah’s lips were against hers. Riven’s eyes shot wide open in surprise, but slowly closed as she, or perhaps the alcohol, it was hard to tell, began to lean into the kiss.
She blinked suddenly at Jayce’s words but it was like hearing something underwater at that point, so lost was poor innocent Riven in the sensation of being kissed, something that was somewhat foreign to her, and she felt her cheeks growing so hot she was afraid she’d burn.
Pulling away from Riven and giving her a quick wink the redhead starting undoing her shirt and slowly strutting into one of the bedrooms; before she went through the doorway she waved to the pair, "Anyone feel like joining me?"
Party Time! Excellent!
“Yeah, you have a nice butt. That bunny suit really fits you well.” It was hard to keep both women entertained while keeping them from fighting over the defender. “So uh. You two ladies having fun?” Jayce had a pretty good chance of getting some love. He wasn’t too focused on it for now.
Riven grunted, cheeks lit up, as she felt extremely self-conscious about her own behind at that point. She realized, too, that Sarah was pointedly ignoring her, and Riven found herself getting mildly irritated by it. “I’m having a great time!” Riven exclaimed, even if it wasn’t particularly true, as she decided she would fight back for attention. Or the sole glass of spiked punch that already had her nearly buzzed decided.
"Fun...? Well, I suppose..." As she spoke a mischevious twinkle entered her gaze, turning to Riven she started to approach the woman, "I think I know I way we could have more fun~" Settling on the fact that Riven simply wasn't going anywhere she would simply have to include her and perhaps tease Jayce a bit in the process; Tugging on the woman's shirt and bringing her into a strong lip lock the redhead closed her eyes.
Party Time! Excellent!
“Oh right you tripped..good thing you didn’t break an ankle dear..I’m sorry.” Jayce blushed, eyes trying so hard not to glance at Sarah’s breasts. The college boy side of him begged to get out. He felt bad for Riven but at the same time the other woman seduction was tempting. “Er. Maybe you should take off the heels? By the way I totally wasn’t staring at your butt when you tripped..”
Jayce’s eyes drifted down and stared at the redheads chest, smirking. “So I know you name your Guns shock and awe, but what do you name those?” He couldn’t hold back.
“I would, but the floor is so stick—you weren’t what?” Riven blinked, immediately straightening up her posture and trying to hide her backside. “I, uh,” she murmured, unable to think what she should say. This was, of course, a party, she shouldn’t be so uptight! Her cheeks took up the rose hue again. “D-did you like it?” she asked, the question hushed and barely audible.
It was, however, immediately dwarfed when her eyes widened at Jayce’s comment. “Jayce!” she exclaimed, but found her eyes drift to Sarah’s chest since he had mentioned them. “Er,” she grunted and quickly moved her eyes away, staring off at the ceiling and being completely obvious about it.
Completely ignoring Riven she leaned closer to Jayce her voice became a soft whisper; almost like a purr, "Why~ You can call them whatever you want to call them, handsome~"
Party Time! Excellent!
Jayce felt something bump into himself and then noticed the drink spilled on the suit. Usually he’d get angry and say something but it was a party. Plus she was cute. Accidents happen. People throw up and spill things so it’s all good. Damn this girl looked nice but didn’t seem to like the heels that much. “Oh are you alright?! Those heels must hurt your feet huh? It’s fine, don’t worry about my suit!”
The young man’s words were cut short by a busty redhead, taking off the now stained overcoat of his suit. Button-down and waistcoat underneath. “Take care of me? I’m not a baby” Jayce laughed, helping Riven up and smirking at Miss Fortune. He looked at his shoulder and then up at the redhead. “Ladies seem to be throwing themselves at me tonight. Heh.”
Riven blinked as it all happened so suddenly. That broad, charming smile, the red head cutting her way in. Riven nodded to the woman, oblivious to her real intentions, as she talked about heels. “I’m really not used to wearing them!” she exclaimed loudly against the music in the room, though she found herself feeling a little bashful, and as such it might’ve come out louder than normal while her volume control suffered.
She was grateful when Jayce helped her out, and felt her cheeks get hot. “I don’t hear anyone calling me?” she murmured to Sarah, though in truth aside from them almost right in front of her she really didn’t hear much else. “T-throwing themselves? No, I tripped, it’s n-not like that!” she stammered as she realized what Jayce had said.
Now fully linking arms with Jayce the redhead subtley slipped her shirt down further in an attempt to reveal more of her bosom, "Well~ I'm sure Jayce understands hunni~ Afterall he is a very attractive and forgiving man..."
Party Time! Excellent!
Riven sighed to herself. She knew nobody at this party. She didn’t even know why she was there. Not to mention the get-up she was wearing made her feel absolutely ridiculous. No one else seemed to dress up beyond casual, aside from a few dresses, and here she was wearing flamboyant little bunny ears on the top of her head. Subconsciously she fidgeted with the skin-tight outfit’s bust, making sure it didn’t reveal anything since it was so low-cut. She silently cursed whoever had planted the idea in her head that this was a good idea.
She decided she should just leave. It was already crazy enough, she couldn’t hear much over the music and the drinks were all alcoholic. She had had one, but she really didn’t have a taste for the stuff. Of course that one drink was making her even more clumsy in her heels, in which she was already very bad at walking in. As she moved away from the punch table, a full glass of punch in hand to keep up appearances until she was out, she stumbled, her ankle twisting, and an arm shot out to catch herself. It just so happened that to balance herself she grabbed the nearest, sharply dressed man, and accidentally spilled her punch all over him.
“Oh gods, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed as she realized what had happened, face locked in a silent O.
Waltzing up to the pair the redhead helped Riven to her feet and replied, "Heels are such a nussance aren't they?" Smiling a little too kindly at the girl she added, "Oh my! I think someone's calling you Riven! But don't worry~ I'll take care of Jayce while you gone~" Fortune winked at the woman before turning to the man beside her, placing her delicate hand on his arm, "So how goes your evening sweetie~?"
Dark Arts & Gunpowder (Miss Fortune/Morgana)
Morgana could only reply with a sinister, dark chuckle, “Go on, underestimate the power of the dark arts like everyone else.” Casting her spell again on the ground beneath Miss Fortune, she continued to fire her dark auras at her fellow champion. “It will only be too...
Just as she thought she had Miss Fortune cornered, Morgana flinched at the sound of the firing guns. She began to run to the side, hoping to escape the large range of the bullets. This time, she didn't escape unscathed. She hissed as the bullets dug into her already haggard-looking wings. If there were such attacks that she couldn't withstand, even with her Black Shield, it was such physical attacks.
The black shield had absorbed half the damage, but it was still better than nothing. The bounty hunter reloaded her gun, let a wild shot fly and ran; there was no way she was going to win this battle in the state she was in. Finding a nearby patch of shrubbery she concealed herself and took a moment to rest.
Dark Arts vs. Gunpowder (Morgana/Miss Fortune)
Morgana could only reply with a sinister, dark chuckle, "Go on, underestimate the power of the dark arts like everyone else." Casting her spell again on the ground beneath Miss Fortune, she continued to fire her dark auras at her fellow champion. "It will only be too late when you realize its true strength," she hissed.
Cringing as she was held in place the champion could only stand helpless as she was repeatedly struck by the fallen angel's spells. Perhaps making her angry was not the best approach after all... Attempting to pull her gun to her target her arm failed and fell to her side. Wa-Was she going to pass out?! Struggling against the darkness the bounty hunter slowly inched her guns to face her target before finally breaking free and letting her bullets fly, "AHAHAHAHAH~!!" She let loose a triumphant laugh as an endless storm of bullets flew in Morgana's direction.
Darkness vs. Gunpowder (Morgana/Miss Fortune)
She cringed at Miss Fortune's remark, replying, "My sister simply couldn't handle the power of my superior magic." To further prove her point, she fired her dark binding in the bounty hunter's direction. Certainly, she was expecting quite a fight to erupt between the two of them. Although, the fallen angel found the whole situation to be entertaining, as she and the bounty hunter normally met on the Fields of Justice as allies, not opponents.
Just barely dodging the snare Miss Fortune attempted to act casual about her close dodge, "Please~ Are you even trying...?" Giving the other champion a composed smirk she readied her guns, "I bet if you asked half they league they would all say your sister's magic was far superior to yours any day~" The fact was Morgana was very powerful, but the redhead wouldn't hesitate to press her buttons; letting rage cloud the fallen angel's normally carefully calculated battle strategies.
Welcome Aboard~ (Olaf/Miss Fortune)
Hiding her slight blush she answered, “Well, I suppose I could stay here…” Looking around the room in search of some sort of clothing that may haven’t been left around by her past crew, she sighed in defeat and replied, “Hm~ I don’t seem to have any clothes sorry… I mean you know unless you want some ladies clothes…”
Laughing the bounty hunter waltzed back to the bed and plopped down on top of it, swinging her self over the viking. The redhead leaned dangerously close to the champion’s face and smirked, “And if not…You could always wrap yourself in something else…”
He pauses and bit and watches Miss Fortune get closer and closer to him. He smells her hair. The odd scent of sea water and perfume, sweet and salty, intoxicates his mind. “Well I guess I should still get out of these clothes shouldn’t I?” He smiles as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Miss Fortune stops him, grabbing his wrist. “Allow me.” she whispers in his ear…
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After they were finished she rolled onto her back, panting and struggling for air. As she finally managed to catch her breath a soft smile played on her lips as she commented, "Well... That was fun~" Turning back onto her side and supporting her weight with one hand she used the other to play with his bare chest and make small circle-like motions along his upper pecks, "And... What did you think...?" She asked, winking playfully at the viking.
Target Practice (OPEN)
The league's training center was one of Miss Fortune's favourite places; endless hours of aiming and shooting. It was normally a very quiet place, (Aside from the sound of gunshots) only particularly noisy before important matches, on those days everyone piled into the center ready to hone their skills...
Loading the barrels and pointing both her guns directly at the face of a target she let the bullets fly laughing as a storm of them blew the head straight off her victim. ...Yes~ Today was a peaceful day~
If Miss Fortune was going to strike, she was going to have to hit hard. Whipping out her second gun she locked onto Morgana and clicking the triggers back she shouted, “HOW DO YOU LIKE MY GUNS? …SHOCK AND AWE~!!”
Morgana stepped to the side, her bullets nearly missing her. One had been able to merely slip by her wing. “Oh, looks like I have to be careful with this one,” she taunted as she cast her spell on the ground beneath Miss Fortune’s feet. The ground now burned like acid, hot bubbles popping, and a rather toxic odor emitting from it.
The bounty hunter looked to her feet in disgust, what kind of dark magic was that!? Growling at the fallen angel she jumped back off the corruption; firing another bullet past the champion's ear. Obviously this was going to be a touch battle and Miss Fortune had a feeling simple battle skills weren't going to cut it. Putting on a rather smug face the redhead glanced up at Morgana, "Tch, No wonder your sister condemned you..."
"Oh, interesting is one way of describing this whole mess," Morgana shrugged, chuckling as she channeled her dark magic into the palms of her hands, nearly ready to strike.
If Miss Fortune was going to strike, she was going to have to hit hard. Whipping out her second gun she locked onto Morgana and clicking the triggers back she shouted, "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY GUNS? ...SHOCK AND AWE~!!"
Smiling down at the woman the redhead cupped her violet cheek in her hand and kissed her softly and whispering, “You don’t have to fight it Morgana~” The bounty hunter moved her lips next to the fallen angel’s ear and gently bit her smooth, pale skin, “Just… give in…”
The Fallen Angel pushed her away for a moment, giving a dark chuckle, “Sarah, you very well know that I do not like giving in,” she retorted in an almost mocking tone. Without a moment’s notice, the sorceress cast her dark binding on Miss Fortune and stood up, straightening herself out. “See?”
Unhooking her gun from her belt and aiming it directly at the fallen angel Miss Fortune smiled and taunted, "Well~ Well~ It looks like things finally got interesting~"
Welcome Aboard~ (Open)
He stared around the room. Seeing all the different artifacts she has collected throughout the many years at sea. A flora perfume smell fill the room he was in. The bustling sound of the port was off in the distant. He knew once he was better he could leave, but he didn’t want to. He sees Miss Fortune still drenched as his side. The wet red hair sent shivers down his spine. He exhales a sign of relief.
The comfort of a soft bed put his aching body at ease. Though it was still hard for him to relax. He reaches over a grab’s her hand. The feel of her soft delicate skin touches hes dried out palms. He said, “I don’t mind being alone, but would you like to keep me company?” He sits up in her bed, “Though I don’t suppose you have any extra clothing I can change into?” He smiled and then lays back down.
Hiding her slight blush she answered, "Well, I suppose I could stay here..." Looking around the room in search of some sort of clothing that may haven't been left around by her past crew, she sighed in defeat and replied, "Hm~ I don't seem to have any clothes sorry... I mean you know unless you want some ladies clothes..."
Laughing the bounty hunter waltzed back to the bed and plopped down on top of it, swinging her self over the viking. The redhead leaned dangerously close to the champion's face and smirked, "And if not...You could always wrap yourself in something else..."
