Thread: Erotic Eclipse (Kaybee x Internal Paradox)

There was always an undeniable tension between Diana and Leona. They hated each other, anyone could see that, and even the staunchest supporters of those rumours that they had once held feelings quite the opposite of their present sentiments for each other were hard pressed to find anything more than anger and regret in that slew of emotion that always filled the air between them when they stood in the same room. There were a few empaths and telepaths amongst the League of course but none of them were saying what they felt or pointed out that there was so much boiling on the surface that it was impossible to tell what lay beneath. They had loved each other, once, two initiates of the Solari living in the monastery, two young girls in love before everything that drove them to opposite sides of a manufactured conflict. They still felt lust for each other, even now, especially now, face to face and breathing hard, adrenaline singing in their veins. They loved it and at the same time hated loving it, pushing it down and smothering it in the urge for combat, the familiar facade of pure hatred for their opposite number that had fooled everyone except Ahri, who both were pretty sure knew exactly how much of the tension that underlay their every moment in each other's presence was born from desire rather than anger. Then Ezreal stepped out of the brush and the tension snapped like a whip. They both flushed, crimson showing brighter on Diana's cheeks for her paleness but emotion no less or more intense than the red darkening on Leona's tanned and freckled skin, and in an eerily similar move they recoiled from each other, then whirled on Ezreal. They were still riding high on adrenaline and anger and so many other emotions and there were no summoners in their heads, no one watching them besides one who could be cowed into silence if it came to it, nothing but them and the rift and the moon and sun dancing together as the eclipse darkened the skies. Diana stepped forwards, cutting across the explorer's attempted escape with a single sharp appellation. Ezreal! Diana was a tall woman, only a handful of inches shorter than the near six feet of Leona's stature and made taller by the slight heels of her greaves. Her gaze was imperious as she looked down at the young man. We require your assistance in answering a question. Which is better, the sun or the moon? Leona stepped up to her, giving a confused look, and while Ezreal may not have hesitated more than a moment, Leona took initiative. She grabbed Diana, spinning the lunari warrior around to face her and kissing her hard on the lips before shoving her legs out from under her, bending Diana over. Answer the question Ezreal. Which is better? Leona's hand was fiddling with her own breastplate as she spoke, awkwardly resting her elbows on the struggling Lunari's back while she worked the catches to keep her from getting up. The sun? -Leona's breastplate came free, her breasts bouncing in the tight body-glove she wore beneath her armour- or the moon? Diana managed to wriggle free of Leona's grip a few seconds afterwards but that didn't lessen the display in the slightest as the Solari reached forwards and slapped her counterpart's ass, making it jiggle in it's similarly skin-tight dark covering as punctuation to the question. Flushed and breathing heavily, there was an instant where an onlooker might wonder if they were about to start fighting again as Diana got free, but then the Lunari harrumphed and stayed turned away from Ezreal, unbuckling her faults as she looked over her shoulder at him. Well? Answer the question!