Shadows & Illusions ; Zed x LeBlanc

Chapter Four; Warmth.

A glint of ardor and admiration appeared in her amethyst eyes. What she felt, was something that she hadn't experienced in years. It felt amazing to her, yet so foreign. She would have never guessed that she would feel this way alongside Zed.

She was alone, independent. It's not like she had a choice, no one was foolish enough to come near her and her organization. In all honesty she longed for someone at her side. Someone to complete her. Although her life may have a missing piece, as long as he remained by her side she'd always be complete.

The thought of being with him. The thought of emotion一 the vulnerability she once dreaded. It now invigorated her soul.

They live two completely different lives, in two completely different worlds. But it almost felt as if they were made for each other. Her cheeks reddened slightly as he came in contact with her neck, her eyes never left the sight of his.

After a brief moment, she would press her lips gently against his.

The contact was sweet, the embrace of her lips was too perfect to leave. Seconds passed as his lips melted against her—an amorous kiss being the result of it all—never wanting to pull away.

He felt a storm of emotions rattling his insides, not simple butterflies. The feeling of complete toon she gave him was too addicting, too enticing to ignore.

Emilia was a scorching flame, Zed the moth. And as any moth would, he'd fly and incinerate himself within the warmth of her touch. There was no feeling of hesitation any longer, for with each stroke of their lips, Zed would later begin to let a single hand roam and caress the curves of her body; the exposed parts at least. With a growing need to want it all, to give himself to the Matron.

Just as she did to him.

She would bring him into a passionate and entrancing kiss.

This sensation. This mutual feeling. This emotion, she longed for it. She had no idea what she was feeling but what she did know was that she wanted more of it.

She needed more of it.

Emilia would settle herself upon his lap, legs astride as she would look down at him, leaning down slightly as a hand caressed the side of his head. Her eyes seemed to come back to life, a new loving glimmer and gaze appearing within her vibrant amethyst irises. The feeling of passion and compassion she felt in his presence, she's waited for so long to find someone who'd make her feel like this.

Now, he was right in her grasp. And she didn't want to let go.

The look in those eyes was a sight he'd though he would never see. Such warmth and care. The thought that he would be it's recipient after all the things he'd done and the things he was accused of, it was unreal to Zed. Nigh impossible.

And yet, he welcomed her with every fiber of his being.

He could not deny the instinct that screamed at him to give into her, to surrender to the compassion they shared; and oh how he did not.

A gentle smirk curls onto his lips, crimson meeting amethyst in something that could only be described as the sole thing he always seeked, yet never could find whilst always wanting it.

"I hope you're not playing me, because I've already lost to you." He chuckled softly, reaching to hold her chin as if it were the most delicate thing he'd lay fingers on.

Gentle moonlight would kiss her skin from the window, some of its light reflecting from the silk of her dress. Her hand would gently wrap itself around his as he would caress her jawline gently.

"Are you foolish enough to play my game?" She would ask, taking his hand gently and moving it down her body, tracing along her curves and placing them upon her waist. She leaned down as a finger traced through each and every mark and scar that he had. It seemed she truly admired his scars, each one telling their own story and each one a mark of growth and wisdom. They were beautiful to her.

She had never met a man quite as intricate and enticing as Zed. Every second that passed it seemed she had found herself lost in his words, it wouldn't be long until she herself became as infatuated to him as he was to her.

"Be my king. Even if it's just for tonight." She whispered, a tone of longing in her voice.

《 NSFW WARNING; IT GETS SAUCY 》

"Unfortunately..." He began, almost losing himself and his words from the attention he was being given. The admiration in his eyes cherishing the sight of her with each passing second whilst he was lead oh so gracefully through the frame of her.

That is, until he could find himself and his words once again, "I've already lost this game of thrones, my queen." He finally finishes. No longer able to restrict the urges, nor his wants. Zed rose up to meet her lips with his in kiss that screamed passion and fierceness. Lips crashing and molding against her as his toned body meshed against hers. The hand that was once placed upon her waist roamed to unclip any garments she wore, wanting nothing but to witness the perfect that was her.

He could no longer wait, he could no longer resist the instinct that screamed to make her his.

She would wrap her arms around him longingly, her now bare body melting within the grasp of his. Her sweet lips longingly begged to feel that of his, embracing him as their skin made contact.

She would kiss him lovingly, remaining gentle although wanting to let go and submit to her emotions. Within one night she had managed to rekindle the flame that once burned brightly in her chest, and within one night Emilia felt alive again. This feeling, this sensation of passion and longing for another being, she would have never thought she would feel this emotion again but it seemed she regained hope once she met Zed.

She would pull her lips away from him slowly, her hands pressed gently against either side of his head, one lost within his locks of ivory,

"Stay with me.

Please." Emilia whispered, with such warmth and passion mixed with a tone of sorrow within her voice. She would press her forehead against his gently, "I don't think you understand how much I need you now."