𝑳𝒆𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄

Why would sleeping with one of my clones change anything? It's perfectly fine to admit that you like slamming into my...oh, what did you call it? "Perfect Noxian cunt?" I love it when talk dirty to me. You'll permit me to at least admire all of those muscles then, yes? If —

(LeBlanc wasn't content with this being any simple kiss, either. A few moments in, and she was already pushing the blonde back, forcing her to lay back against the bed whilst pinned beneath what should be her sworn enemy. Her tongue pushed its way past pure lips, letting it—

I was only alluding to the reward I intend to give you. If I'm mentioning your size, then I'm going to talk about how ferociously you split me in two, or how I need two hands when dealing with you... You know I love giving your muscles my adoring kisses. You're still wearing my—

(Ah, there it was. The breaking point—broken. Uncharted territory for their relationship, but she knew how to navigate it expertly.) Sweetheart... (She had Lux right where she wanted her: at the collision between control and unsatisfied desire. All she had to do now was take —

(Her own heart raced. Oh, this poor, sweet girl...so pure, so radiant...and she had her all to herself. A goldmine. A hand rose, gently grasping Lux's chin between her index and thumb, keeping her focused on LeBlanc's face.) And deprive yourself of the only woman willing to —

(It would seem that Lux's body was far more honest than she was, and LeBlanc would make very sure to exploit that. With a smirk, she peered down at Lux's face and leaned in, pressing one final kiss to her chin, just below her lips.) Of course, my little dove. We are merely —