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9. A romantic kiss

((Because I can, I’m gonna tie this into the date scene that was RNG’d before. :D ))

His fingers brushed along the back of Nakara’s hands gently as he took in the question. “Windows to the soul? Your eyes are as vast as the night sky, every glimmer a mystery worth exploring.”

He knew she was bemused, as the corners of her lips were upturned. Whether or not it was genuine enjoyment of his company, or whether she found the situation absurd was a question to be solved later. Or… maybe not so later.

Leaning in, he made his move. He took ample precautions before reaching this point, asking for some tonic from Professor Light the day prior. Mixing the tonic with wax, he had made a simple coating, it also worked wonders on dry, chapped lips.

Raising his hand gently, he rested it on Nakara’s cheek, showing his intentions, and continued his approach. Tilting his head he pressed his lips tenderly against her own, his other hand remaining, holding hers as they kissed. His lips trembled only for a brief moment after contacting her own, the trembling easing into the simple muscular motions he made as he suckled lightly on her lower lip.

Leaving it at that for the moment, he drew back slightly, eyes fluttering open to gauge her reaction. His face flush and his breathing slowed. This night was developing into something very interesting.

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Doubleheart.

20. A Night Together

The sun was setting as Jayce found himself retiring with Larissa. Inviting her into his place he closed the door behind them gently, being sure the proper locks were in place. (Although, if news of this got out, not even locks would keep the door upright when it reached Vi or Cait’s ears.)

"Well, make yourself comfortable," He said with a smile. Heading for the icebox he returned with a pair of cold bottles of craft brew. Handing one to the sellsword he took his seat next to her on the couch.

"I’ll be honest, I don’t know exactly how this works… My job doesn’t exactly provide me many nights to spend with others," Jayce admitted, the soft tone of his voice setting the gentleness of his mood. "If you like, I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed. I made it this morning, and it’s definitely the most comfortable place in here."

He let the words set before uncapping the bottles and taking a deep sip. Whatever happened, happened. But he would be sure that the mercenary seated next to him would be the one setting the pace tonight. Of that, there was no doubt in his mind.

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7. Slave for a day

Jayce awoke the next morning in a haze. The previous night was all but forgotten, but a light sense of dread had set in. Something terribly unexpected had happened. Moving to stand up, he pushed himself up off of the stone floor and brought himself up to his knees.

Gazing around he didn’t entirely recognize his surroundings, but the Ionian architecture was easily recognizable for one that had done enough studying. So he was a far ways from Piltover, it seemed.

"Well now… What kind of mess have I gotten myself into, this time?" He said, his voice cracking from a lack of water. A sensation drew his attention, reaching up his fingers traced along a new piece of his attire that didn’t exist the night before. Gripping the collar, he let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Either I drank too much at Vi’s last night, and lost a horrible bet… Or there’s some magic beyond my scope at play here," He said aloud. Either way, it seems the best course of action would be to play things out to his captor’s wills. So long as they aren’t morally compromising or life threatening, that is.

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12. My muse naked

Jayce wandered out of the shower with a contented sigh, the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. If there was one thing he loved most about his cushy little apartment, it was the water heating system. Exiting out of the bathroom door he crashed to a halt, the whites of his eyes bulging as he noted the contrasting presence of the nocturnal-themed solari in his semi-colorful room.

"D-Diana! You’ve caught me at an awk-" He started, his arms waving as his towel slipped from his hips, falling to the floor. His face reddened greatly as he found himself exposed. Shamefully he bent down to grip the towel, pulling it back up and holding it in place with both hands. The profuse blushing wouldn’t leave his cheeks for the day.