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I'll show you who my sweetheart's never met.

Ambessa arrives off a boat adorned in gold.

A mask covering her face, ruby red uniform framing her body perfectly. Being an enforcer was all fun and games until the boss showed up. That was for certain. When Ambessa arrived the spines of the soldiers straightened, and the room grew silent. Awaiting her every word, holding onto each phrase like their future depended on it.

In a twisted way, it did.

Ambessa was the creator of the rules around the castle, who was also able to break them at any moment. It was intimidating, especially when she wanted something. She didn't shy away from her desires, and she always got what she wanted. 

And for some unknown reason, as of late, she wanted you.

On the morning of her arrival, every enforcer in the kingdom had to line up at the front of the castle. Allow for a grand entrance on her behalf, which made you roll your eyes. Ambessa always went the extra mile to make a scene. Completely opposite of you, you did your best to blend into the wall and hide among the shadows.

But it was too late for you, Ambessa had spotted you on a random day in between training sessions. You were a pretty wallflower she wouldn't mind plucking.

Ever since that random day she went out of her way to make he want for you known. Sent flowers to your apartment, and would praise you in major meetings with all the leaders. It was very weird to have someone so powerful so obsessed with you.

So you did the only thing you could think of to make the problem go away. You ignored it.

It was infamous how she treated you better than the other enforcers. You still didn't know what she wanted from you, why she treated you so kindly. She put you above the other enforcers and it unnerved you.

So when she got called away to work in Zaun for a few weeks, you were relieved. A few weeks of freedom. Left to train without thinking about Ambessa and being enthralled by her suffocating power.

And when she arrived on a random Monday morning, the suffocating feeling was back. She had the nerve to grin at the army, taking a tantalizing long time to walk off the steps of the boat. You attempt to keep a natural face, even as she brushes past you. Eyes connecting with your for a moment.

You feel the world freeze as she glares down at you with a menacing smile.

“Hello, little one,” she grins at you as she continues on, not stopping to see your reaction. Moving to presumably visit the throne room where she usually worked. You barely are able to nod back to her before she moves on.

But the entire room heard her words. Practically hung on every word she uttered. And you just know you're fucked. The world feels like it closes in on itself, her public display of admiration puts a target on your back with the other enforcers.

And maybe she knows that.

Maybe she's so public because she knows that puts you in danger. Maybe she wants you crawling to her, begging on your knees for her protection.

After all, the end goal was to get you on your knees.

Maybe this was her plan all along, you were just a pawn in her scheme, As everyone who crossed her path was.

You just wish you knew why she seemed to be so keen on vying for you attention. It had to be for your military strategies, no other reason came to mind. Nothing that was appropriate to bring up in a throne room.

You weren't exactly offering her anything, you had no idea why she targeted you.

But one thing was for certain, you had to put an end to it.

You needed to talk to Ambessa.

Alone.

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The throne room is empty when you walk in. Aside from a few personal guards that hang on the wall in silence. Staring you down as you enter, Ambessa interest piques as you enter. She even sent you a smile when you turn to bow before she addresses you.

Ambessa loved a lady who was trained well.

“Hello, again,” she grins, as if she's already envisioning just how she'll use you. Like all the other enforcers she's used before. It wasn't exactly a secret that Ambessa was kind of evil. She used whoever she could to get her way, and you weren't going to fall for her traps.

No matter how much you might have wanted to.

“Miss Medarda," you offer a professional title, the one the enforcers are supposed to use with her. Usually she frowns when someone addresses her, but with you, she smiles. Almost as if she was fond of your being in her throne room.

She had practically sent for you after all, with her public welcome during her homecoming.

“Just call me Ambessa, little one,” the pet name jolted you awake. Like being thrown in an ice cold river in the depths of sleep. One nickname from a powerful general shouldn't affect you as much as it did, and somehow it burns you. You adjust your footing, and she's intrigued by the movement.

“You wanted to see me, Ambessa?” you keep professional, and she waves her hand in your direction. You fold your hands over your waist as she ushered you forward. Motioning for you to come to her side. It was quite intimidating being this close to her. And you silently moved to walk up to her throne. 

It was clear she was a warrior before she was a leader, her presence demanded attention. If you were faced with her in the battle field, you were certain you'd be dead in moments. A chill rushes up your spin being this close to her once more.

Feet away from the base of her throne, your heart raced in your chest. Throbbed like you had just completed a training exercise. Like it used to throb after you had run through the streets of Zaun. But this time, there was no exercise involved with the rush of your heart.

Which was quite concerning.

“Why yes, my petal,” she waves her hand behind your head, signaling for her guards to leave the two of you alone. You gulp at that, being alone with Ambessa could not be good.

“Ma’am?” you whisper, antsy now that the two of you were truly alone. At least before there were witnesses if she decided to kill you in cold blood. But the warrior just shook her head at your squeamish nature.

“Have you thought about my offer?” she hums, standing to her full height to loom over you. Intimidate you, her signature move. Something that always made her enemies fold, but you held strong. Kept your head held high, eye contact with her unwavering. “To join my personal guard?”

Two could play this game.

Checkmate, Ambessa.

“No, the answer is no,” you whisper, headstrong. The only reason Ambessa would ask to be on her guard, the highest honor an enforcer could get, was to get personal with you. But you didn't get anywhere in your career but sleeping to the top.

Even though you wouldn't mind sleeping to the top, in this scenario.

You had made it perfectly clear, you weren't interested in joining her guard. Even if Ambessa thought she could crack your resolve.

She looked at you with hunger in her eyes, and you could feel the poker face of yours beginning to break.

“I’m hurt, little one,” she sighed, reaching her hand to brush against your cheek. Engulfing your face with her palm. The warmth startled you, and she hummed at the movement.

Ambessa hated to admit it, but she had grown quite fond of you, the only enforcer to ever tell her no. It was alluring as it was frustrating, you weren't like the other yes-men that surrounded her. You were a flame burning through the forest, an anomaly she wanted to study.

“I can't accept the position, I'm sorry,” you spoke with gratitude, even if the rejection stung her. If you were getting a promotion, it would be for the work you had put in. Not because the boss caught your fancy, and wanted you to be with her at all times.

“Even with a little persuasion?” she whispers, her hand falls to your neckline, teasing. The gasp that you let out is sharp. Her thumb toys with the fabric of your collar, tracing along the curve of your throat. She could cut off your air right here, but instead she's soft.

Teasing.

“I can’t-” you practically whimper, the soft touches are more than anything you had ever experienced. You had thrown your whole life into being an enforcer, had no time for relationship or sex. Or sleeping around.

Or anything like that. It hurts that she only wanted to promote you to use you for sex.

It's insulting, it hurts. But in the same breath, it feels so fucking good.

Her thumb unclips the top few buttons of your shirt. Sinking lower to trace along your collarbone, the gesture makes you sweat. A deep need that hasn't been fulfilled bloomed deep in you. Ambessa knew how to get what she wanted, and she knew just how to press your buttons.

“Oh little one,” she hummed, pushing her luck. It wasn't everyday she had push back on one of her offers. She was going to make your rejection worthwhile. Her hands ghost above your top, so close to satisfaction, she leaves you wanting more.

“Are you only offering this position to get into my pants?” you blurt, and she stills her movement. A wicked look in her eye.

You were smart too. How curious.

“Why would you ever think that?” she hummed, leaning to brush her lips against yours. You gasp out of shock. Fireworks explode in your chest, her hand reaches to the back of your neck to push your lips deeper into the kiss. 

A demanding kiss, that she controls. That shows she's in charge. Ambessa releases you, and makes no further move to touch you. She begins her descent down the steps, leaving you wanting more. 

“I’ll give you a week.” she announces over her shoulder, your lips still buzzed from her kiss. She waved her hand in the air, “Then give me your answer.”

She turns to leave you alone in the throne room. Confused, and less sure about your decision.

And you hated to admit, you didn't know how you could say no a second time.

Turns out it was true what they said.

Ambessa always got her way.

Chapter Text

I always thought the choice was mine.

It had been a full week of dodging Ambessa. Walking the other direction when her personal guards were around. Skipping out on the extra enforcer training sessions you knew she supervised. You had a full week of thinking, you still didn't know what to tell her. 

The idea of her giving you that promotion taunted you like a jester. If you took the position, it would only be given to you because she wanted to get into your pants. But on the other hand if you declined it, you would be giving up your dream job.

The position she offered would give you the opportunity to do something with your time. Being a personal guard to Ambessa was the highest of honors as an enforcer.

And taking that job would give you enough money to get out of Zaun. And honestly, leaving Zaun was all you had ever wanted. It would give you a fresh start away from the city that sucked the life out of you. It would give you the monetary freedom to find a life outside of living paycheck to paycheck.

And now that the position was being handed to you on a silver platter, it would be near impossible to turn down.

Especially when Ambessa was the one offering you such a position. For some reason, the general got under your skin. Just one glance from her would unravel you. Make your skin burn in the most confusing way. Perhaps it was something about her dominance. How at the snap of her fingers, she would get her way.

It did something to you, turned something on in your brain. Something you attempted to push away long ago.

You still had to figure out how to reject her offer, but she hadn't made it easy after all. The second she arrived had been quite the buzz among enforcers. And it was impossible to escape the wild rumors about the two of you that sparked at her public display a week ago.

It had been hard to exist with the whispers that followed. But that was Ambessa's plan all along, was it not? Isolate you from the others, insure you ran to her when there was no one left to turn to. Maybe if you had a little more time you could find the right words to say.

Unfortunately for you, your time was up.

An enforcer met you when the workday was over. Before you could sneak back to your apartment in the city, a random man stopped you. He was a large guy, sour look on his face. Wore the same uniform you had on. Same ranking.

You had seen the guy around the castle one or twice, and couldn't for the life of you recall his name. He spoke to you with sharp pointed words, British accent laced within each syllable he pronounced.

"Miss Medarda is expecting you in her chambers," his voice carried through the hall, bowing as you brushed past him. His words would no doubt find the ears of another. Further fueling the flame that Ambessa had ignited. You thanked him for the message, rushing to her room.

Now that made you burn with anger. How dare she call you to her chambers. She went out of her way to tell a fellow enforcer that she wanted to meet you. In the same room where she lay.

Like... like you were some kind of personal escort.

She had all the power to call you to the throne room to discus business. But no. She wanted you to feel the true extent of her power. If Ambessa wanted you in her chambers, then you would have to go to her chambers.

No matter how mortifying it felt to be summoned to her personal chambers.

Your blood boiled the entire walk to her room. Each step laced with your fury, certain in your decision to refuse her promotion. After a few minutes of rage-walking, you found her bedroom door. She had multiple guards on standby. The men at the door hadn't even looked at you twice when you showed up. They just nodded in your direction, allowing you to pass through.

Great. Her personal guards had your face memorized.

You took a breath, counted to ten, and opened the door.

“Ambessa?” you announced your arrival with a shaky breath. Your stomach churned at the sight of her room. It was grand, a queen bed on the back wall of the room. Wax candles on the walls illumined the room in a sultry golden glow. Ambessa stood at the foot of her bed, and turned to face you at the sound of your voice.

"Why hello, little one," she was adorned in her night robes. They were a somewhat sheer fabric, a deep red color that accentuated her body perfectly. Her muscles were on perfect display for you, a weakness of yours hadn't realized you had until now. Her sleeping robes leave little to the imagination. Practically fitted to her form, showing off her well earned muscles that decorated her figure. Seeing her figure only confirmed the rumors. Ambessa was a strong warrior, and could crush you like a bug, if she desired.

Being in her room so late at night couldn't lead to anything good. Especially with that hungry look in her eyes, the burning feeling in your core at seeing her in her robes. You couldn't help but notice she had such a beautiful smile. It was rare sight, Ambessa was a known leader, famous for her scowl. You never wanted to be the reason Ambessa scowled. You would be as good as dead, anyone would if they angered her.

But she didn't seem angry when you were around. No, when she was with you she never scowled. Even now, entering her room with news she wasn't going to be happy about. No, she beamed when you walked into the room.

She took in your enforcer uniform, how perfectly it hugged the curve of your body. You were such a pretty lady, and you acted as if you weren't. It was admirable, and for a moment she pondered if you were dumb.

“You sent for me?” you offer, attempting to get to the point. She moved to close the door behind you, the silence ate at you.

No definitely not dumb, just coy then.

She smiled at the anxious tap of your shoe. Nervous thing. She liked the idea of making you nervous.

A twisted part of her wondered if you had ever seen another ladies bedroom before. From looking at the bright flush on your cheeks, your darting eyes, unsure of where to look... she would assume not.

“I did, my petal,” you let the pet name slide this time. You moved to step further into the room in which she slept. It was lavishly decorated, covered in gold details, the marble walls were quite a luxury. But paired with the wooden floors, it made for quite a beautiful room.

You tried to keep your gaze from her bed, where she slept. And did other things that would just get you in trouble if you thought about it. Even if your mind did stray. It wasn't really your fault, seeing her in her robes. After the long day of training you had, it was natural for you to feel more pent up than usual.

“Have you made your decision?” she moves to step in front of you, bringing her fingers to lift your jaw up. Inspecting that look in your eyes better. To face her fully, knowing you were at her complete mercy. She wanted to close the distance between the two of you, kiss you until you were gasping for breath.

But she refrained.

“Ambessa,” her name is a whisper on your lips “I can't,” you stand across from her, arms folded over your chest. You take in the pristine state of her bedroom, and you ponder why here is where she wanted to have this discussion.

In her robes, no less.

Your rejection angers her, but she hides it well. The whole avoiding her shtick was cute at first. Almost admirable, knowing the rumors that spread about her. You were brave, making a point in rejecting her. But enough was enough. You should've known who you belong to by now. She moves to close the distance between you two.

You could tell her off, push her away. And yet, your hands reach to clutch at her robes. Allowing her to press your bodies together. 

Her hands sink below the belt of your uniform. The very uniform she allowed you to wear. She slowly moves her thumbs to brush against the soft skin your stomach. Enjoying how sensitive you are there. Flinching as the soft pads of her thumbs toy with your waist. The teasing digit tracing dips lower, until they rest right above your core.

You take a breath, stare up at her with a shocked expression. This was new for you. And she treated you delicately, waited for your approval before continuing. She gives you a moment to breathe.

You whimper, lock eyes with her, and give her a nod.

Fuck it.

You wanted to be fucked.

Ambessa moves to sink her digits into your warmth, taking what she deserved for putting up with your attitude. You had ignored her all week, it was only fair she got to feel you now.

A staggered gasp escapes you, desperate to find a peak. The same one that you've searched for and failed to find on your own.

“Ambessa–” you mewled in her ear, and she fucking beams at the sound. Seeing your scowl vanish and morph into something more pleasurable has her going wild. Ambessa had plenty of partners in the past, but none as sensitive as you. You practically melted in her palm.

The touch of a woman satisfied you, how interesting. 

She pulls her hand away from your core. The exact moment you needed her most she left you aching for more. Stole your pleasure away from you, as fast as she gave it to you. Aggravated, you practically growl.

“Say you'll be my guard, and I'll give you what you need,” she whispered. Oh fuck, you forgot how she loved to play dirty. She was certain you couldn't refuse her touch. You bucked against her slowly retreating fingers. She brought you to the edge just to take everything away. A cruel tactic that worked.

You would do anything to feel her again. Even agree to be her personal guard.

Oh yeah, you were fucking gone.

“Fine!” you gasped, folding like a leaf. “Fine, I'll be yours Ambessa,” her hands shift, at your submission. Fingers pressing against the spot you need her most. You move against her fingers, pressing all your weight against her.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Ambessa reaches down to whisper in your ear, smiling.

“That’s it," she gave you what you wanted. A reward for accepting the position, "That's alright, take what you need little one,” she gives her permission, fingers pressing against the spot that makes you see stars. Between her soft voice in your ear and her fingers, you’re as good as gone.

The waves crescendo over you, blistering heat satiated with the cool touch of her fingers. A blinding white light created by the divine that graced you with her touch.

The world fades around you, fuzzy in the aftermath.

Teary eyed, and messy she takes you to her bed. Moves to lays you out while your weakened knees find their strength. She wouldn't give you everything she could tonight. You were already falling asleep after your first time with another.

It was sweet. Ambessa usually didn't like being with someone so inexperienced, but she liked you. How peculiar. 

“Did that feel good, petal?” her hands reached to rub your back. As you panted, practically falling into her arms. Weakened by the pleasure she delivered to you. “It will always feel good if you give me what I need,”

A lesson you learned in the most delicious way. It was cute to her, how you denied what you deserved because of your pride.

“I-I don't–” the words you search for are lost, “I’m not– fond of woman,” you hiss. It had always been a lingering thought. When a pretty woman would walk by in Zaun, when a female commander would look at you a certain way. The thought came to your mind every now and again. 

That ache. That urge.

But you would never be with a woman. Ever.

Ambessa felt pity. You poor thing.

She had to hold back her laugh, so as to not upset you. It was cute you denied your feelings. She would know if you truly meant that.

Ambessa was the one who always kept an eye on you, after all. She saw the way your eyes would linger when a fellow enforcer who just happened to be a lady would walk by. How you'd bite your lip when it happened, flushed bright red when she'd speak to you.

Your eyes never wandered to any of the men on the force, that was for certain.

But she didn't mind helping you figure it out. She had all the time in the world. And now that you took her promotion, you did as well.

Ambessa moved to lay with you. It was a foreign feeling being held to someone before bed. The warmth of her body made it impossible for you to stay away. Especially after the events that had unfolded. As you succumbed to the darkness, you felt her arm slowly wrap around your waist. The weight of her on you was all you needed to find your sleep.

“Good night, little one,” she hummed, bringing you to her chest. Pressing your body into her side, which you unconsciously snuggled into her chest.

This was just as new for you and it was for her.

Ambessa never gave, only ever received when she asked an enforcer to her room. But having you so close, she wanted to give. A new fantasy of hers was seeing you come undone. Watching you melt on her fingers, attempt to stifle your moans so the guards outside the door didn't hear. Was her new idea of a good time.

Incredible, just one night with you and she was learning new things about herself too.

“Hmm,” she watched your breaths as you fell asleep in her arms. A warm feeling spread to her chest. That was new too, she never allowed someone to stay the night in her bed. She must've liked you more than she thought she did.

Fuck. You might be trouble.

Chapter Text

I am face down on my bed, still not quite awake yet.

You wake groggy, the gentle glow of the morning sun disrupted by a shadow. The sheer movement alone makes you jolt awake. Unfamiliar with waking up to another person in your room. Your heart races in your chest, your body suddenly filled with the throb of anxiety.

You had never woken with another, and the thought of being blindsided by someone traipsing around you while you slept immediately sent you into a state of panic. 

It caused your heart to race. Well, that and waking in a bedroom that was not your own. The silk sheets and comfortable mattress should've been a dead giveaway that you were not in your own bed in your apartment. 

The fog of sleep finally clears, as your brain catches up with your body. You flush at the thought as the memories of last night flood back to you in a blurry haze. 

Ambessa.

The anger you felt while being with her. The ecstasy of how she made you feel, the touch of her calloused fingers.

Heat gathers somewhere foreign. The ache that had been satiated by her touch returns with a vengeance. You take a shaky breath as the memories from last night leave you rattled. You had never woken in a woman's sheets before. Let alone one who just so happened to be your superior.  

The panic you felt manifesting itself in uncertain beats of your heart. Her sheets are tangled around your legs. Your head lay against her chest. You didn't dare breathe, terrified to wake her. Somehow in the middle of the night you had ended up laid against her frame. 

You take a few breaths, enjoying the calm before the storm. The scent of her envelopes you like a hug, and you never wanted to leave her side. Her warm skin makes you needy. 

You want more, but wouldn't dare ask for it.

Ambessa, ever the warrior, could practically smell your panic. Unbeknownst to you, she had woken an hour before you had. And spent the morning watching your breaths as your body subconsciously curled into her chest. Your body knew who you belonged to, even if your brain fought her advances.

That was okay, after all, Ambessa was a patient women.

She could wait for your desires to become unbearable. She knew if she waited long enough you'd come back begging her for more.

In fact, she was certain of it.

But for right now, she just enjoyed the sight of you. Took in your sleeping frame until it was time to wake for the day. While you were asleep you weren't so argumentative. She enjoyed the sight of seeing you so calm. She knew you wouldn't be that peaceful when you woke.

It was enjoyable to watch how your fingers gripped her sheets with a fervor. Every few moments you would whisper something under your breath, and scrunch your face at whatever your mind conjured up in your dreams. You dreampt of something unpleasant, judging by the downward quirk of your lips.

She wished she could go into your head and sleigh any monster that dared to tournament your dreams.

She had reached for the crown of your hair, toying with the strands until you relaxed into sleep once more. The motion never woke you, only soothed you back to bliss. Even in slumber you seemed to find comfort with her.

And yet, an hour later when you woke, Ambessa allowed you to push away from her. Watched as your mind finally caught on to what your body had been doing while you were asleep.

You instantly felt embarrassed. She ignored your timidness.

“Good morning,” she whispers like a lover, bowing her head to kiss your forehead. The only time she would ever bow to another, let it be known, would be to comfort you. She rubs a thumb over the delicate skin of your jaw. Watching intently as the subtle pink blooms where she kisses you. 

The pink of your cheeks was her favorite color, and it only showed when she touched you.

“Let's begin the day, shall we?” she hums. The noise makes your thoughts go blank, as you watch her leave the bed to find her uniform. Your eyes glued to the muscles in her back, shamefully watching her as she leaves you.

If you had enough time you would make the ache in your core go away yourself, but Ambessa would catch you.

Especially if you did that in her bed.

Perhaps you wanted to get caught by her.

But for now, you ignored the ache.

You could ask for her help, you doubt she would refuse your pleas. But the words you needed failed to find you. You ducked your head once more to stare at your palms. You could feel the flush that burned its way up your cheeks. This was all so terribly confusing.

You had heard stories around the city about how some women fancied the company of other women.

But you didn't want to admit to yourself that you would be the type. You had been raised to find solitude in men, even if they never caught your eye.

Not once.

You had always assumed attraction just wasn't in the cards for you, the idea of having a man around never seemed enticing. Dating a man seemed more like a chore, something you would do because it was the societal way.

But lying here in her bed, you knew you could never find closeness with a man.

Not like you had with Ambessa. The realization left a pit in your stomach. One night with Ambessa made you feel more than any man ever had. A terrifying thought, that you just weren't ready to unpack.

The conflict showed through the crease of your brow. Ambessa noticed the slight shift in your features.

“What's wrong, my flower?” Ambessa steps into the bedroom once more, half dressed with just her trousers. Your eyes dart to meet hers, you bite your lip till it bleeds. A desperate attempt at a distraction, in hopes that the pain would make your eyes not wonder. It worked for a moment, even if you still burned for her.

Ambessa had grown fond of that panicked look in your eyes. The one you would share with her when the two of you would cross a new boundary that you hadn't explored quite yet. It was more rewarding then squandering the blade of a fallen enemy.

It was cute how inexperienced you were. Especially knowing she was your first. 

You don't tell her about your feelings of confusion. You wanted to sit alone with them for a while. This was all so new, and very heavy for a one night stand. So you change the subject, hoping she doesn't notice.

“You're naked,” the words fall from your lips before you can stop them, the shock of seeing all of her choking you. It was scandalous for you to see another woman in such a state of undress. Let alone the leader of all of Piltover. And yet, at your abashed face, Ambessa made no move to cover the bare of her chest. In fact she almost seemed flattered at the blush that spread across your cheeks.

You always lit up nice and pretty for her.

She had no shame when she was unclothed, much to your opposite. Her eyes took one long glance at your frame. And you curled her blankets to cover the bare of your chest. She admired how pretty you looked all wrapped in her bedsheets.

Out of all the people she had spent the night with over the years, she had never wanted them to stay the next morning. You were different then the others, a bit more timid.

And something in her desired you in a way she had never felt before.

Unbeknownst to you, you had Ambessa wrapped around your finger.

And unbeknownst to her, you felt the very same.

“Hmm, you're so observant,” she teased, walking to the closet to find her uniform. It seemed she loved leaving you heated in her sheets. You wished now more than ever to be alone. You would've soothed the burn with your own fingers, but with Ambessa in the room over you wouldn't dare.

You would just have to start your day wound up. That was fine, you had gone through worse. You would rather suffer a little than give Ambessa what she wanted. Even if it made the rest of your day uncomfortable.

Ambessa had you right where she wanted you. In her bed, with an ache you couldn't soothe without her touch. But she was a cruel leader. She wouldn't give you what you wanted unless you asked her outright.

And unfortunately for you, that meant swallowing your pride. Which would not be the first thing you had to swallow in order to get what you wanted.

The prior night being an example of that.

Ambessa emerged from the closet in full uniform, and your eyes glanced up to her once more. Your uniform lay folded across the room, and you didn't dare move until you knew Ambessa couldn't see you dress.

She decided to take pity on you. Just this once. She walked your uniform over, tossing it a foot away from you on the bed. 

“I expect to see you in my room tonight,” she hummed, even though you had already convinced yourself this was a one time thing. It was obvious Ambessa thought differently. And just like how it was in the throne room, what Ambessa said, goes. “After your duties." 

One day you would dress for her, nice and slow. Until then she would happily tease you to no end.

You bit back words of refusal, giving a nod of confirmation with a fake smile. You still planned to go back to your apartment after your shift. You wouldn't dare have a repeat of the night before, even if the heat burned at you. Besides if you never showed up, what was the worst that could happen? Ambessa would just have to deal with your absence.

Even if that meant disobeying her direct orders.

The words were clipped, short. It was obvious she was not asking you to return, but telling you. She expected to see you in her chambers once again after your day. And that was just something you couldn't do.

“And if I don't?” you mutter, “return that is,”

“Hmh,” she walks over to your side, reaching to kiss the skin of your neck. Admiring how you leaned into her touch. She could see that glint of disobedience in your eyes. She wasn't daft, even if you thought you were being smart enough to evade her. 

She knew you would still end up in her bed tonight.

“There would be consequences, little one,” her thumb grazed your collarbone, taking your breath away with one swipe. “I’m sure you gathered that, you're a smart lady,” she praised, leaning to place a full kiss on your collarbone. She lingered for a moment before leaving to start her day. As you drifted alone with your thoughts.

You dressed in your uniform. Something you would do on the daily, and yet each button you looped felt foreign. You had worked your whole life to get to your rank as an enforcer. All for it to lead you to the boss's bed. You did your best to make yourself presentable.

You hoped the other enforcers couldn't see the marks Ambessa had left on your skin. The hickeys that burned to touch. The marks she left were a physical reminder that she was always with you now, even when she wasn't around. With the rumors about the two of you spreading about, it wouldn't take a genius to piece together who marked you up. In full uniform, you were now ready to begin your day.

At the foot of Ambessas throne.

How fitting.

It was frustrating how you didn’t really have a say in the matter. If the leader of the country wanted you to be at her side, then you had to be. It seemed once Ambessa got her claws into a woman she desired it was impossible for them to escape her grasp.

And as far as you knew, she only did one night stands. At least that was what rumors spoke of. The fact that she wanted you to return again was quite troubling. But perhaps she didn't get her fill in last night.

And frankly, you didn't care if she was done with you or not.

You knew one thing was for certain, you weren't going to be around to see the consequences that occurred when disobeying Ambessa’s orders. You would let another Piltover enforcer have the luxury of dealing with her.

Tonight, you decided, you would sleep in your own bed.

Even if it pissed Ambessa off.

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And I left the door open to the dark.

I said come in, come in, whatever you are.

After you left Ambessa’s chambers, you continued your normal routine as you usually did. Being an enforcer consisted of completing a lot of daily tasks, which allowed you to keep your mind busy. And away from confusing thoughts that arose when thinking of Ambessa.

Everything was going fine, the day planned out as usual. 

That was until you got word from a fellow enforcer that Ambessa wanted to speak with you in her throne room.

And suddenly the barrier you had built around yourself shattered into a million little pieces.

The words alone were enough to give any enforcer a pit in their stomach. But now, after the night you had, you could only imagine what Ambessa had in store for you. What she needed so desperately that she was willing to interrupt your duties. 

You raked your brain for an innocent reason why she would call you to her throne room midday, and not a single thing came to mind. 

Anxiety coursed through your veins, visions of the night before plagued you like a curse.

Although you would love to ignore Ambessa's demands, you knew your title as an enforcer wouldn't allow you to avoid her.

Not unless you wanted to get in trouble. Which you desperately wanted to avoid.

So picking up your pride, you decided to meet her in the throne room. What's the worst that could happen? Ambessa wasn't an unreasonable woman, just a tad bit possessive. 

And yet, you were still worried. The walk through the halls to the throne room was a long torturous one, and the worst thoughts imaginable ran through your mind.

It was no secret that you were enamored by Ambessa. But knowing she had the upper hand in every situation between the two of you sent shivers down your spine. For if she was to tell you to sit and stay you had to do as she demanded.

That type of power could be lethal in the wrong hands. Throw the mix of your attraction to one another, fuck.

Things could get ugly.

And yet, you held your head high as you walked to the throne room. Even if everything in you was screaming to turn around and run home.

When you arrived Ambessa was sitting on her throne. A bored expression on her face, as she kept her eyes trained on across the room towards the doors. You wondered if she was awaiting your arrival. It was a foolish thing to think. 

And yet, something in you lit up at the thought. A royal would never wait for an enforcer, especially one of your status. In terms of ranks, you were below her. That seemed to be a pattern for you, being below her.

And yet when you walked in the room, her face lit up.

You stood nervous in the doorway, uncertain of what exactly she wanted with you.

There were two other enforcers in the room, at the base of her throne. Her guards, you reminded yourself. The people who guarded her were switched out every few hours to give the enforcers the break.

But it was the highest honor as an enforcer to guard a royal.

Both of their eyes remained curious, looking towards you. Asking an enforcer to meet a royal in the throne room was taboo.

You could feel the weight of their eyes on you. And you knew you shouldn’t be bothered by how the others looked down on you. But you just felt isolated from the other enforcers. The rumors that spread about you and Ambessa further drove a wedge between you and your peers.

You shouldn’t care what they thought, what rumors they would spread.

You were all seeds that had been scattered within the same dirt. And while the others blossomed into beautiful flowers, you felt as if you had grown into a weed. Someone to be looked down upon.

The type of person that the others would go out of their way to stay away from. 

You understood why they kept their distance. Gods forbid the poor soul that upset Ambessa’s whore.

Although it still hurt you that nobody attempted to befriend you. You learned to have thick skin, and found comfort in the isolation.

But the thought still burned you. Still made you feel like a puzzle piece that had been placed in the wrong box.

So you attempted to ignore their stares. Even if you knew you’d later be the subject of a conversation you would never hear.

Your eyes locked with Ambessa silently pleading for her to remain civil in front of the others.

“Little one come here,” she said to the room. And the moment the pet name left her lips you fucked yourself immediately tense.

This was Ambessa you were talking about after all. She didn't give a flying fuck about what anyone thought. Which usually you found admirable. 

Not when it came to you, however. You desperately wished she would treat you like the others, even if it meant she would be mean.

The atmosphere of the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Her guards had heard the pet name being used so openly. You went pale at the thought of them spreading more rumors about the two of you.

Ambessa had you right where she wanted you, in front of a crowd, at her mercy. You would have to do what she said, or she would make everything so much harder for you.

You were a meager lamb that had walked into the den of the wolf.

Expecting to remain victorious against her. A thought as foolish as the lamb that ran from the jaws of the wolf.

“Address me by my name,” you snipped back, throwing your brow at her. She shifted in her seat, tapping her hand on her throne. The glint of her armor blinded you for a moment. You brought your hands to your front, feeling them go numb at the rush of adrenaline that pumped in your veins.

Nobody ever snapped at Ambessa, no matter their status. It was an unspoken rule, that you had broken within one day of being with her. One of the guards gasped at your words. And you winced at the reminder of their presence.

If she wanted to play dirty, you could play dirty as well.

“Hmm, I believe I have,” she hummed a sinister little smile on her face. “Come here,” she beckoned you forward. Waving a hand in your direction.

You had no choice but to walk over to her, at the foot of her throne. Kneeling as any enforcer would do. But it felt different for you. The last time you had kneeled for her had been at the foot of her bed. Before she undressed herself for you.

You expected her to force you to be her guard for the day. Never giving you a moment of solitude.

And yet, she did something that surprised you.

“I need someone to guard the front gates today, I assume you would be up for the position?” she hummed, tilting her head to look closer at you. She loved having you on your knees, no matter the time of day.

And she attempted to memorize you in that position, for when you left her once again.

You were shocked at her words. Started up at her with a dumbfounded look on your face. You had expected her to force you to be in her room all day. Bidding your dues and following her every command. 

But having you work at the front gate meant that you wouldn’t see her at all throughout the day. And you knew this had to be a tactic for something, there was a reason she wanted you out of the throne room.

And the thought alone terrified you.

Ambessa was as cunning as she was beautiful. And for the first time all day, you were almost ecstatic to be away from her. Even if there was another reason she wanted you out of the room today. 

Whatever she was doing in this room, she didn’t want you to see. And before last night you would’ve been curious about what plans she had up her sleeve.

But you wanted to go home tonight, and you wanted to disobey her orders and find comfort in your apartment. And to work at the front gate meant you could easily slip away without her constant eye on you. You would happily work the shift and skip out on another confusing night with her.

Even if your disobedience made her angry.

“Yes Ambessa,” you arched your back stiffly as you gave her one short bow. A sign of respect that every enforcer usually gave to royalty and the higher ups. It felt foreign doing this for the woman you had shared a bed with the night prior.

“Why thank you,” she hummed, as you stood once more. “And enforcer?” she called out to you as you turned to walk out the doors. You paused, throwing your head over your shoulder, looking her in the eyes.

Her gaze was lethal, as if she could see your dubious intent written on your face.

“Don’t wander too far from the gate,” You gave her a nod, turning your eyes from her heavy gaze. She was already onto you. It seemed without even a single word she had already guessed that you were willing to leave her for the night.

Having you guard the front gate was a test, she was going to give you a job that would make it easy to sneak away from her.

You know the consequence of leaving her castle, and frankly, you didn’t care.

She might’ve ruled all of Piltover, but you’d be damned before you let her control what you did.

—

The shift at the front gate was boring to say the least. Your main job at the gate was to ensure the people passing through the castle had the proper papers to travel into the guarded building. Quite boring and monotonous work.

The travelers were friendly once in a blue moon, everyone is a bit cranky from weeks of travel in ships and carriages.

At the very least, you had a vision of the sky. Being an enforcer, your job mainly consisted of you being stuck inside all day, guarding, an entrance or a doorway. So today was a nice change of pace, you could feel the sun on your face and watch the clouds stand across the sky.

Although time at the front gate gave you moments for your mind to wander off to the night before. 

Your mind let itself drift to the feeling of Ambessa palms on your chest. The way she kissed you so feverishly. Kissing you deeply, as if trying to fuse the two of your souls into one.

Perhaps being away from Ambessa made you crave her more.

That was concerning. Considering you promised yourself that last night had been a one time thing. You would not make a habit of sleeping with the boss. Your career was on the line, as well as your dignity.

When your shift was up and the sky grew dark, and you heard her words from the night before ring in your ears.

“There would be consequences, little one,” and you wondered just what those consequences would be. They couldn't be too harsh if you skipped out on her tonight. At least, you hoped they wouldn’t be.

You had always been quite the rule follower, but something about her demanding you to return to her bed made you want to disobey her. You wanted to go home to your apartment, not because she wanted you to be in her chambers. But because you wanted to see what she would do if you disobeyed a direct order.

And that was exactly what you did. As soon as your shift ended, you walked straight from the gate and continued on down the streets.

Each step felt like a rebellion, something you knew you shouldn’t be doing. But you were too in it to turn around now. You knew Ambessa would come looking for you at the end of your shift when you didn’t show. Or perhaps you would forget your existence entirely. And allow someone else to fill your shoes for the night.

The thought alone made your stomach ache with jealousy, but perhaps it would be in your absence that she would find affection in the eyes of another. You could only hope for that, for as you wished for things to go back to what they were.

Or at least that's what you told yourself. Even if your heart ached at the thought of her being with another.

You missed when being with Ambessa was just a fantasy and something that actually occurred. It was a lot less confusing when she wasn’t constantly in your head. Her whispered words plagued you, as you craved every ounce of attention she would grant you.

And yet, you remained as stubborn as a bull. And refused to turn around now. You kept your stride until you made your way back into your apartment. You were doing this for the greater good, as this whole ordeal was just for a night.

Ambessa would find comfort with another come morning. And the idea alone gave you enough grief to lay your head on your pillow and rest your eyes for the night.

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You woke up with a start in the middle of the night, crumpled in your sheets. Certain from the darkness of the room that it was still night. Usually you were happy to wake up in the middle of the night. As it meant that you still had a few hours to sleep before the day began. But something about tonight made your eyes fill with tears.

For you knew where you should be, and that was not in your own bedroom.

You sat up in bed, staring into the darkness. 

And for a moment you thought you were mad.

That was until your eyes locked with another.

And although it made no sense to your sleep deprived brain, there, in the corner of your bedroom, stood Ambessa.

 At the foot of your bed, her deathly glare piercing your skin. Decorated in her finest of armory, glaring down at where you lay on the mattress.

“Fuck!” you gasped, jumping up, groggy once again. Seeing her standing at the foot of your bed should make you terrified. But the sight of her in your room, just made you desire her further.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

“I’m sure you know why I'm upset with you,” she hummed, offering you nothing but an icy glare as she spoke. She gave you no smile, not even a glimmer of humor in her eye.

And you knew if she was on the side of town alone, in your apartment. That you were fucked. Or about to be.

“Lie down,” she spoke and you felt the demand go straight through you. Anger and arousal were one of the same when it came to Ambessa.

“What?” your words fail you. You blame your lack of sleep over the fact that you would get on your knees right now if she asked you to.

Fuck. You'd do anything for her. And the thought terrified you.

“What's the matter? You were so fond of lying without me, I wanna see you do it now,” the words go right through you, and you can’t help but shiver.

You slowly lower yourself to the sheets, the warmth of the fabric suddenly feels like ice on your skin. The undershirt you always paired with your uniform did nothing to cover your chest. Your body is on display to her.

“Ambessa, I never meant to fall asleep I just–” she cut you off.

“Hush,” she hummed, leaning to sit on the edge of your bed. Moving to press her leg to your hip. As if she could smell the lies you whispered to her. “I told you to lay, not speak, didn't I?”

She inspected you like a wolf inspected a lamb. With the same hunger in her eye. 

“Take off your shirt,” you feel your chest tighten at the demand. Refusing to move.

“What?” seemed to be the only word you could muster up when she was around.

“Follow your orders, enforcer,” her hand found your hips, rubbing a rough circle into your thigh. “Or do I need to remind you of your disobedience?”

“Ambessa!” you gasp, thrown off by her words. But Ambessa’s gaze remained on your chest. There wasn’t an ounce of humor in her voice, in fact she looked enraged.

“Be good, pet ,” her words are harsh, and you have no choice but to listen and do what she asked of you.

“Don’t think you can just get up and leave whenever you desire,” she hummed, hands teasing the edge of your sleep shirt. “Spent one afternoon away and you've already forgotten who you belong to,” she whispers in the curve of your ear, gently sinking her teeth into your shoulder. Her lips pressed gently into your skin. Light enough to inflict pleasure but hard enough to leave a mark.

“I didn't leave–” you hissed, your arrogance manifesting into a growl. You were a grown woman, if you didn't feel like sleeping in her bed chambers, then you weren't going to. 

“You purposely embarrassed me in front of the other enforcers, and what? You wanted me to follow you to your chambers after that display?” you’re nasty with her in ways you never had been before. She angered you to the point of arousal.

Which was new.

And tonight, you didn’t really care for what she desired. All you knew is that you wanted to get some rest without the confusing flutter of your heart that always seemed to happen in Ambessa's presence.

Perhaps you were getting sick. Was there an ailment that only affected heartbeats around certain people? If so, you had it.

“Besides!” you’re on fire now the words coming out of you and waves. “There was never anything to leave, it was a one time thing,” the words sound weak in your ears. Although hurtful, she knew you had no fire behind the words. It was impossible for you to stay away from her for long.

That was very obvious.

Ambessa I didn’t even look fazed by your words. In fact, she almost looked smug when you whispered them. It was very unnerving seeing her in your apartment, when you had never had another person over before. 

You didn't dare question how she was able to find out where you lived. Considering none of the other enforcers knew anything past your name. Let alone knew where you lived.

It seemed that the leader of a country made sure that certain places were accessible to her. Even if it was wrong of her to find out where you lived.

“If it was just a one time thing baby, then why are you dreaming about fightin' with me?”

And this time you wake with a shout, the dream of her in your bedroom being nothing more then something your mind made up to pass the hours of sleep.

You're covered in sweat, and in your bedroom alone. Alarm clock ringing on your nightstand, waking you up to prepare you for the day ahead. 

Ambessa somehow found you in your dreams. And left you alone with anger in your veins and an ache you couldn't satisfy on your lonesome.

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Can I give it up to you? Would that be okay?

Your walk to work was a long one. As you're plagued with memories of your dream from the night before. Your emotions roared, dancing between angry and aroused. 

It annoyed you, how the thought of Ambessa rattled around in your mind.

You were pissed that she had such a strong hold on you. And frankly, annoyed that after one time together she could plague your night.

Exhaustion crept over you like the beginning of a fog, you didn't sleep too well after your dream about her. Your night of sleep had been pitiful, waking up every hour or so to toss in your sheets. Staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, seething with anger and guilt.

For some reason, the guilt ate you alive. All because you had chosen to not visit Ambessa’s chambers the night before. Even though you had no reason to feel bad, you chose not to see her. Even if she had requested you to visit her. 

Although nothing was ever really a request with Ambessa. 

If you visited her you would have been mad at yourself for caving. But if you had gone home you would have been mad you didn't see her. It was truly a lose-lose situation for you. No matter what you had chosen to do your brain would have found a way to make you upset.

A flash of lightning dances silently across the sky. Stopping your pacing and interrupting your thoughts. It lit up the sky, which was still dark in the early morning. The lighting was accompanied with no rain. Heat lightning, they called it. You had read about it in a book once. 

You were enamored by it, as you thought it to be quite pretty. Terrifying and beautiful.

It seemed you had a type.

Watching the lightning as you walked gave you the same feeling you felt when speaking with Ambessa. The anxiety of not knowing where she would strike next. The anticipation for that glimmer across the sky made you anxious.

It was a beautiful display of nature as you walked along the dirt path to the castle. A place you were not necessarily excited to return to. Ambessa could very well demote you due to your uncooperative nature, and you would have to follow suit.

It was frustrating how she controlled the entire castle. With a flick of her wrist she could have demoted from your position. You were certain she wouldn't. But if she wanted you to stick around her you knew she wouldn't do such a thing. Hopefully.

You just hoped she wasn't too mad at you today.

Although you didn't know why you cared so much about her opinion of you. 

When you finally arrived at the gate for your shift, the sun was just beginning to peek over the clouds. It was a shame you couldn’t stay and watch the full sunrise. It was always your favorite show, how the myriad of colors would paint the sky before settling on a perfect shade of pale blue.

This was your favorite time of the morning, the world was just beginning to wake while you had already been up for hours. With the start of the day being so perfect you should've known it would all come crashing down shortly after.

You got word pretty early in the day that Ambessa requested to see you once more.

But this time in the bathhouse.

It seemed she had something that she wanted to run by you. And decided the bathhouse would be a sufficient enough place to do such a thing. It sounded innocent enough to an outsider, but you knew better. She had something mischievous planned.

And you were going to have to find out what.

The day hadn’t even started, and yet you knew from the tired weight under your eyes, that it would be a long one.

–

Walking into the bathhouse instantly enveloped you in warmth. The steam from the baths curled around your body like a hug. 

When you walked in, you expected Ambessa to be surrounded by other enforcers, or a handful of servants that usually waited on her. And yet, when you turned the corner there was nobody in sight. Just her laying lax in the baths, arms splayed across the edge of the pool.

Upon your arrival she made no moves to hide her nudity. You nearly lost your breath.

Ambessa tilted her head in your direction, as if surprised by your presence. Even though she was the one who had sent for you. She didn't want to scare you off. After all, you seem quite skittish when it came to her. And you were willing to flake at the last moment to spare your pride.

She beamed up at you, and you knew you were fucked.

“Well, look at that, you actually showed,” she grinned, cocky as she was clever. It irked you how she spoke so openly about the night before. It seemed she hadn’t replaced you for another doll in her sheets. Although if she had done that and tossed you out completely you wouldn't know how to feel.

If you were being honest with yourself, you'd fucking hate that.

Seemed Ambessa had successfully sunk her claws into you and was refusing to let go. You watched her closely as she rolled her shoulders back. Attempting to rid the stiff sensation from her arms. She wouldn't tell you, but she hadn't slept well last night either. Tossed and turned in bed, after all, she didn't have your warmth to fall asleep into.

Your eyes shamelessly watched the movement, eyes caught on watching her arms move. You gave her no verbal argument, refusing the give her the satisfaction of an apology or fight. If she wanted to discuss something between the two of you, she could talk to you outside of work.

Even though she was naked in a bathhouse while you awaited orders. It hardly seemed like an appropriate work setting. But you weren't exactly the one making the rules around here. That was for certain.

“Seems you can follow direct orders,” Ambessa hummed, “When you want to,” the words stung you even if they were truthful. You didn’t want whatever fascination she had with you to muddle your skills as an enforcer. After all you could follow the rules when they were fair.

But you took the high road this time. Just stood there and nodded at her. And for some weird reason, you almost felt as if you should apologize for skipping out on her last night. But you refuse the temptation. The words I'm sorry catch on your tongue. You didn't care how intimidating she acted. You just refused to say it.

As much as you desperately wanted reassurance, you also wanted to be right. You had nothing to apologize for.

“Well, I’m here now,” you pointed out, irked by her annoyance. You had never been late to any meeting. Nor flaked on anything enforcer related. But now that you skipped out on meeting her in her bed, all the sudden you were labeled as unreliable. When that just wasn’t the truth.

It grinds your gears, and she knew that. She could tell from where she sat that it annoyed you. Could see it by the little quirk in your lip. Although she wanted to let you off the hook, she still wanted you to feel a tad bit frustrated. 

You, on the other hand, were over it. So you had flaked on her, big deal. It wasn’t like the two of you were exclusive, neither of you had asked to be such.

Why did she feel the need to control you? 

“Mmm,” she leaned her head back, throwing her head towards the ceiling. The display almost felt purposeful. Like she was taunting you. The steam enveloped her body, teasing you. And poor girl, you didn’t send a damn chance.

You tried to remain professional, keeping your eyes locked on the ground. Even though she was putting on a purposeful display to get you to fold. Demanding you entered the bathhouse with her, only to torture you endlessly.

It was a gentle punishment for standing her up last night. You could look all you wanted to. But to touch, she would need to hear an apology leave your lips. And that was something you just weren't willing to do. Yet.

Ambessa, on the other hand, thought it was fun. Teasing you, watching the beads of sweat trail down your forehead. 

“You said you had an urgent matter to discuss with me?” You attempted to remain focused on the task at hand. Couldn’t even be bothered by the role of her eye, as you didn’t fall for her antics.

“Why there’s always a matter to be discussed,” she whispered, bored by your professional monotone voice. She preferred your voice much more when you were whining for her touch. Ambessa could see it in your eyes, she was riling you up. But perhaps she needed to raise the stakes a little bit more. 

You had to be aching right about now, she knew if the roles were reversed, she would definitely be.

For a moment, you thought she was going to spill just exactly why she called you to such a place. That was until she locked eyes with you, smiling slightly. You knew what that devious look meant. You had seen it on her face before. 

She had an idea on just exactly how she wanted this to go. One that you would have to follow to keep the peace.

“Why don’t you join me first?” her words only make you freeze in your spot. You take a step back. The metal squeak of your armor being the only sound in the entire room. It echoed along the walls, the room so silent you were terrified she could hear the desperate throb of your aching heart.

“Pardon?”

“Join me in the water, little one,” and you practically fold at that. Her words are more forceful now, sounding less of an open invitation and more of a demand. “I usually allow a few generals to join me in the bathhouse for some meetings,” she speaks nonchalantly as if she were bored by the conversation.

“Well I’m in uniform,” you blurt out, as if that would sway her from forcing you into the water. A final weak attempt to dissuade her from this foolish idea.

“Then undress,” your breath hitches, caught in her gaze. To be bare in her chambers was one thing. But during your shift while alone with her in the bathhouse was just improper.

“I— I—“ you stutter at a loss for words. She spoke of you undressing as if it were so easy to do. If you were to remove your uniform, you would be left in your undergarments. Not exactly the proper attire for sitting in a pool with your boss.

“It’s just me in here, doll,” she pointed out, and for the first time you noticed a lack of guards at her side. You threw a glance over your shoulder, and her words were truthful. There wasn’t another soul in the bathhouse. And knowing her, she had found a way to prevent anyone from joining the two of you.

 If you did this, she would be the only one seeing you in such a state.

You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else overhearing your conversation, or stealing a glance and your body. As if Ambessa would allow anyone else the chance of seeing you in such a state.

No, your body was reserved for her eyes only. But you knew that. Whether you wanted to admit to yourself or not.

You should've turned around and left her alone in the water. Should've rolled your eyes and demanded an apology for making your life more difficult than it needed to be.

And yet, you didn't do those things. No, you stood there, eyes locked with hers shakily unbuttoning the loops of your uniform. You don't even turn your back to her, to get her gaze off your body. You undressed in front of her just like the night she had you in her chambers.

If she wanted to see your body, well then you were going to make a fucking show of it.

The night you spent with her was intimate, that was certain. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced with another person. But somehow, in the privacy of the bathhouse, this felt more intimate. 

She watched you as you stepped into the water, unclothed, shy under her gaze. The water was cool on your skin, diminishing the burn that her stare gave you.

“You're gorgeous,” she whispers, forgetting to be stern with you. You move to her side, the water laps at your skin. You wish for nothing more than to disappear under the water. But you keep your head held high, exposing the red flush of your cheek at her compliment.

You felt sick with heat, and wanted to fold immediately.

“Why did you call me here?” you move further down, allowing the water to get up to your shoulders hoping it hid the majority of your body from her view. Sure she had seen it before, but she didn't really deserve it now.

“Do I really need a reason to see you?” and you supposed she had a point, she really didn’t need a reason. She could just demand you come to her and you would have to go wherever she told you to go.

You tilted your head, finally stilling at her side with a huff.

“During work hours? Yes,” you scowl, and she moves her hand to cheek. You falter at the contact, tense in her arms. She examines you for a moment, and you wonder just exactly she's seeing when she looks at you.

And then in a brief moment, she moves to place her lips against yours. It's a rough kiss, one she very obviously leads. Her lips are firm, pressing against yours with a fervor. You see stars, lost in the universe as she kisses you deeper.

“Oh,” you gasp into her, as she steals your breath. Exploring your mouth, tasting you in the way a lover would. She parts your lips, reminiscent of your time together a few nights prior. The one you had been too nervous to rekindle the night before. You practically melt into the water, ignited by her passion.

She gives you a few moments of bliss. And just when you need it most, she breaks away from you. Leaving you aching and wanting more from her. She gives you some space, making her way back to the edge of the pool. Tight smile on her lips.

And you know just from the look on her face alone, she’s not going to give you what you want. And suddenly the real reason she had called you here gets exposed.

She didn't want to gather with you to discuss any business. Nor did she want the time you skipped out on last night to be repaid. No, she wanted to meet you, in the middle of your shift to tease you to the point of bliss and then take it all away. 

Because now there was no time to get what you needed. You had to wait until the end of the day, and finish your shift without any relief.

There it was, clear as day, your punishment for standing her up.

Although it hurt her a little too, you looked so beautiful like this. Eyes looking all sad, practically pleading for her to touch you. Your body bare beneath her, with the ends of your hair soaked from the water. But she had to keep strong and teach you a lesson. 

You stayed still with a blush on your cheeks. Mortified at just how turned on she could get you with a few kisses. You knew Ambessa to be cruel, but experiencing it first hand felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on you.

Perhaps if you begged her she would give you what you wanted. But that look in her eye, made you doubt it. You reached the edge of the pool and gathered your clothes in your fist. You had a job to get back to after all, and couldn’t spend all day hanging around waiting for her to want you.

“I-I have to get back,” you hummed, making up an excuse to leave her once again. Guilt bit at you for a moment, you wondered how long she had spent up last night waiting for you to visit her. The ache in your core that went unsatisfied made the guilt dissipate almost instantly.

You drip water in puddles as you move to toss your armor back on. Refusing to feel any embarrassment now that she had rightfully gotten the upper hand once again.

If she wanted you to beg for it, you'd let it be known you'd rather walk. You could handle it on your own after work, as you had done every night before meeting her. You slip your undergarments and pants back on, this time turning from her to change. She watched your back as you redressed, staying in the water.

You refused to give her a view of you. Ambessa didn't mind, and let you throw a fit. It was cute to see you frustrated and all worked up.

“Oh and, pet?” she hums. You have half a mind to turn to the door and not let her finish her thought. And yet you turn to face her, fastening the last button of your uniform in place.

“Tonight, when I say I want you in my chambers, I expect you to be there.”

Chapter Text

Ambessa was the only person who fulfilled every desire of yours to completion. She constantly kept you on your toes, and broke up the monotony of your daily routine.

But were you really doing this again?

Somehow, after your shift, you found yourself pacing outside of Ambessa’s doorway. 

She left you more frustrated and pent up than the night before. All over a damn kiss. 

The entire day had been hell after you left Ambessa in the bathhouse. The image of her in the waters stuck with you. Burned you from the inside out. Made you feel ravenous for something you couldn’t quite put into words.

The image of her haunted any moment in which your mind began to wander. Each hour of the day was excruciatingly longer than the one before it. And thanks to her, there was an uncomfortable ache in your stomach you just couldn't get rid of. 

But standing here, outside of her door, you felt like a dog returning to its owner. A simple stray that had been fed once and came back to see if there was more. Tucking its tail between its legs and returning home. Somehow, somewhere deep down inside, you found the strength to knock on her door.

You twisted the handle, heart in your throat, mentally preparing yourself for Ambessa’s wrath.

And there she was.

Ambessa standing at the window, arms folded behind her back. Her expression is unreadable. She's wearing her Noxus uniform, a lavish black and red outfit that perfectly showed off the muscles of her arms. Seeing her causes your heart to beat in a panicky flutter. The setting sun bathes her in a golden glow, illuminating the beauty of her features.

You forget how to breathe for a moment. 

You’re still pent up from the meeting in her bathhouse just a few hours before. You left on your own behalf but it was downright cruel how just one kiss from her made you ache all day. Poor thing, purposely teased you with a treat and you left to starve. 

“Hello,” she hums barely looking in your direction. She stands firm staring out the window, barely offering you a glance.  You freeze in the doorway, a moment of silence passes between the two of you. She spoke as if your presence was boring to her.

Which was the furthest thing from the truth. It seemed she was giving you the cold shoulder. Seeing how much you could take before your resolve started to crack. You shift uneasy, falling right into the palm of her hand. Some silly part of your brain just wanted to please her.

“Hello, Ambessa,” your words are pinched, anxious. Wound up, but you didn't allow her the satisfaction of submission. Not yet, anyhow. She took one glance in your direction, biting back a grin. You looked a mess, hair untidy, uniform disheveled. Had you been like this all day? Poor girl.

But this was a lesson you had to learn the hard way.

Nobody went against direct orders. Not even her lover.

Which was what you were to her now, even if you didn't know it yet.

“Get on the bed, little one,” she hums as if it’s an after thought, bored by the possible implications. Ambessa was done being nice. If you were going to deny your feelings for her she was going to make it as hard as possible for you until you cracked. Like a diamond, you'd be all hers under the right amount of pressure.

And doing as you had been trained your whole life, you took the order. Slowly moving to the end of the bed, sitting against the sheets. You could tell her off, start a fight. But you knew who would win that one, Ambessa had never lost a fight after all. 

You had half a mind to turn around and leave her once again. But one small look from her had you melting like butter. Something hot burned in your stomach, a feeling you only got when you stared at Ambessa for a bit too long.

You should stand your ground, tell her it wasn’t okay to be so hot and cold. Tell her it wasn’t fair to use you for her own enjoyment, to be kind one day and cruel the next.

But you just do as you're told. Sit and wait for her next command with baited breath. The ache in your muscles from the day bit at you as you sat quietly on the edge of her bed. Your labored breath being the only noise in the room.

The mattress was so soft, and yet your anxiety nipped at you like a mosquito.

You spot a glimpse of the sun setting from the window across the room, it paints the sky a beautiful shade of pink. You close your eyes for a brief moment, sighing, trying to ground yourself. You only went to her room to have a discussion with her. You were only here because she had demanded you visit after your shift.

You were so confident in the hallway, had planned to talk to her and leave as soon as possible. But now that you were sitting on her bed, you could feel your original plan dissipating.

While you attempted to calm your nerves, Ambessa takes in your beauty. You were too pretty of a lady to be stuck as an enforcer. Good thing she found you when she did. She would give you everything you desired, if you would just give into your feelings.

Stubborn lady, but she always did like her lovers to have a bit of fire in them. 

“I appreciate you showing up tonight,” she hummed, throwing you a bone, giving you mercy. Perhaps her fondness for you outweighed her anger. She knew she couldn’t give you the cold shoulder for long. Besides, you sat so pretty for her. 

“You called for me,” you still spoke professionally, words clipped at pointed. Almost accusatory. Even though she had coaxed you into her chambers. And there was nothing professional about the two of you alone in a room together. She thought it was cute how tense you were. The last night you spent with her you were a bit more relaxed, now you seemed nervous.

One night with her was fine, but two meant something more. One time was a fluke, two meant you might actually have something for another woman.

The thought terrified you.

“I did,” she moved over to you, walking slowly over to your side. Halting a few feet in front of you, taking the state of you in. Your hair was still pinned up, hiding its length. The metal of your armor glimmered in the setting of the sun. You looked like a woman from an oil painting. So pretty, you deserved to be hung along a wall of a museum. Not roaming her and halls guarding the gates.

Ambessa moved her hands to your shoulders, slowly moving to the front of your uniform. Where the buttons lay against your chest. A wicked thought entered her mind, and she felt the need to indulge in her desires.

“Take this off,” she hummed, teasing the fabric of your undershirt with her thumb. She wanted to see your body, a whole day without it was torture enough.

Turns out your tough girl act was just an act after all. Instantly folding the minute she laid a finger on you. Your lip quivered, your icy exterior that you had built around yourself melted from just a glance from her.

“Yes, ma’am,” the words fall from your lips, and you cross your legs. She quirks an eyebrow at that. It seemed she thoroughly enjoyed it when you didn’t put up a fight with her over every little thing.

You slowly moved to unbutton your uniform. You went slow because you were a bundle of nerves, although it made for a better show. 

You unbuttoned one loop at a time. She sat patient watching as your shaky hands fumbled with the buttons. Ambessa enjoyed seeing the sweat on your brow bead, admiring that panicky look in your eyes as you removed the first layer of your uniform. Although she was certain she had seen paint dry quicker.

You were left in a somewhat see-through white undershirt and your work pants.

The fabric of your undershirt was somewhat see-through. Ambessa could see the lacy red bra that perfectly covered your tits from her view. Now she felt like the dog, mouth salivating at the sight.

Naughty girl, did you wear that lace just for her? It was her favorite color as well, had you done that on purpose?

You folded your hands neatly in your lap, a deep flush danced across your cheeks. Oh how precious, you thought that was all. Ambessa reached for the sleeve of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

“This too, princess,” she whispered, voice lowering, tugging your sleeve before letting it go. Your hand reached for the hem of the shirt, tucked into your pants. Exposing a bit of your stomach to her, which she hummed at, before lifting the shirt off completely. She practically purred when she got the last of your armor off.

The bra cupped your breasts beautifully, as if it were crafted solely for you. She plants a kiss on each breast, and you moaned at the feeling. Nobody had ever kissed you there, heat bloomed on each spot she touched. Ambessa left your bra on, enjoying the sight of how the fabric cinched your breasts oh so perfectly.

She was taking her time with you tonight. And it was beyond irritating.

“Please, Ambessa,” the words slipped from your lips, unsure of what exactly you were begging for. Just knowing that you needed more.

Ambessa had decided that you had learned your lesson well enough. Dragged your pleasure out long enough.

She moved to place her thumb against your bud, perking even under the layer of lace. Her free hand pushed you down slowly against the mattress. Your hand found hers, lacing your fingers between hers. It gave you a false sense of control, done so in a moment of panic. After the night the two of you had, Ambessa had forgotten you were such a sweetheart. 

You always needed something to hold onto, that she remembered. But you needed to take things slow, she was your first after all. You weren't like the others she had before, she allowed the contact. Her eyes locked with yours, and she could see that flicker of desire. The one you so desperately tried to hide from her, and yourself.

“You're so pretty, darling,” she hums, teasing it out of you. Her voice deep, words sweet as honey whispered across your skin. She leans over you and presses a kiss against the hem of fabric that covers the rest of you from her. Your eyes flutter shut. Her touch is simultaneously too much and not enough. 

“Thank you,” you gasp, panting like a poor rabbit caught in a snare. She pressed another kiss against your chest, but she lingers this time. Pressing her lips deeply against your skin in order to leave a mark. 

“Using your manners? How touching,” she whispers softly, admiring her little fallen angel in lace. Sexy in such an outfit, but she wanted to see all of you. Her hand left moved to unclip the back of your bra.

Exposing your perfect breasts to her. She was a Noxus general, who had never faltered on the battlefield. But one look at you, she was frozen in place. You look up at her, worried for a moment that she didn't like what she saw. She had seen you quickly, in the bathhouse a few hours before. And also a brief moment your first night together before you coyly covered yourself in her sheets. 

But being able to see you fully, all splayed out on the bed just for her, was divine.

“You’re beautiful, my love,” she hummed, and her words sent a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip to stop yourself from thanking her. Eyes watering with desire. She gave herself a moment more to admire the view.

Ambessa gently cupped your tit with one hand, lifting your breast gently to press a kiss against the sensitive skin. She moved her lips further down. Teasing the bud of your breast with a flick of her tongue.

She could die right here, between your breasts, and she’d die a happy woman.

Her free hand moved to cup your other breast. And she leaned to sucked the skin above your areola, leaving a blushed mark against your tit.

You broke like a dam, a whimpered moan escaped you.

Turns out you weren't a rabbit after all, but a songbird.

She liked your little good girl act, and admired it to a point.

But she knew you were holding back, knew deep down you were just like her. Corrupted with an ache for power, would do anything to have it. Sour on the inside with an ache to taste something sweet. Maybe that’s why she liked you so much, you were the only thing she didn't have power over.

She gave another deep, languid lick against your tit. The flat of her tongue touched where you needed so perfectly. A sharp gasp escaped you, and she hummed at the sound.

“Let me feel it,” she demanded, your nails dug into her arm. Leaving angry scratches against her skin. She indulged in the achy sore feeling that your nails left behind. Ambessa wanted you to mark her up, show her just exactly how much you liked what she was doing to you.

And you did like it, liked it too much to deny yourself of her any longer.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Confused by what she wanted from you. She saw that hesitant glint in your eye. She wanted to dig out that side of you that you hid away from the world. The side that you hid from yourself.

The side of you that was just like her.

Even with your sweet facade, she saw right through it. There was a fight in your eyes, your jaw clenched as she pressed her lips against your bud once more, and sucked. You responded with a yelp, desperate to hold onto your refusal. She released you with a gasp.

“Your rage,” she specified, moving away from your tits to press a fierce kiss against the center of your chest. Locking eyes with you as she did so, admiring the deep flush of your cheeks. She had burned you with her words, then soothed the ache with a quick press of her lips.

The pleasure subsided for a moment, and you felt all the anger from the night before leak into you. You were torn between begging for more and leaving her on her lonesome. A taste of her own medicine would be bitter sweet. But you weren't strong enough to walk away from your own desires.

You were an incredibly skilled warrior, but when you were steamed mad in her arms like this, you just reminded her of an angry kitten that had been scruffed. She pressed a deep kiss under your jaw. Causing you to scratch at her arms once more.

Ambessa grinned down at you, practically preening at the ache your nails digging against her skin provided. “Your anger is infectious,”

Tears threaten to fall at your waterline. You couldn't fathom why, but you loved it when she was mean. When she called you names, and treated you a bit rougher than the first night you had been with her.

She could see it now, just what you needed. Ambessa brought her knee between your legs. She could feel your desire through your pants. If you wanted any more pleasure from her tonight, you were going to have to work for it.

Poor thing, making a mess in your uniform.

You moved your hips to reach her, your core fit perfectly against her thigh. You throbbed as she lay above you. Wanting nothing more in the world then permission to move.

“Take what you need,” she allows you it.

You swallowed rutted against her, riding her. And she watched your desperate attempt at finding what you needed. Ambessa gave a cruel grin, as you thrust against her, the friction from your pants added to your arousal.

“You have your fun last night?” she whispered, when you found a rhythm that you liked, on the verge of dissolving into her sheets. Instantly causing you to freeze, eyes wide. For a moment you were terrified she had actually showed up in your apartment. And that envisioning her in your room hadn't just been a dream.

“W-What?” your words fail you, practically panting when her thumbs move to toy with your tits once more. Gently teasing you, with a single swipe of her thumb.

“Oh petal, you didn’t come visit me, after I told you to?" she hummed, faking confusion. "I was wondering who’s sheets you were tangled in,” 

Your mouth goes dry at the thought. Did she truly think you had snuck off to go have a one night stand? Is that why she was so angered by your absence? Had she stayed up all night thinking about you with another woman? Was Ambessa jealous?

Something flicked like a switch in your brain. Her treatment towards you suddenly made sense, she wasn’t angry with you. She was fucking jealous.

Jealous over the thought that you could've possibly slept by someone else's side for a night. Tasted pleasure that only she could provide for you. The thought made you freeze, perched atop her thigh. Had she truly thought you had run off to be with someone else?

Had she truly no idea how much you desired her? How it terrified you to be so enamored with a woman? 

“What?” you blurt out, Ambessa had been your first with many things, you couldn’t imagine doing all of that again with another. She couldn’t possibly believe you had gone elsewhere last night. Although the thought makes your stomach flip.

Behind her confident smile, was she fuming. It angered her to think about you just like this. Shirtless in another woman's bed, lazy with pleasure. Perhaps she had decorated your tits with her mark as a warning to others that you were taken.

Did you like the thought of being with her? Did you want what she wanted? For you to be more then just a secret she fucked when she was bored?

“Do you think I’m—?” you swallow, eyes shifting to her hands that thumbed your tits absentmindedly while you talked. Keeping you aroused while getting the truth from you. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest under her thumb. “Some kind of…?”

“Slut?” she finished for you, and you burned red in the face. Angry at the accusation. Ambessa didn’t believe in such a word, everyone was a slut in their own right. But she used that word to see that pretty blush she adored so much. To piss you off just a tad.

Fuck, you were hot when you were pissed off.

“No!” you grumbled, “Some kind of woman, who seeks out different partners for… different experiences—“ you try to find the right words, and they fail you.

She chuckles a little at your naivete. Little did you know just how many people in Noxus slept around, just for the hell of it. It was practically a way of life. After all there were only so many monotonous council meetings one could attend before needing a release.

She couldn’t believe that she had convinced herself you had been elsewhere the night before. You were as innocent as a lamb. You wouldn't go to a brothel to seek out something new. Even if you grew tired of her. Your beauty was a sight for her eyes only, she had to make that perfectly clear.

Besides, if you ever did such a thing she would make it her soul purpose to ensured you never strayed from her again.

But you were a good girl, didn’t wander from your lover when you got frustrated.

No, you didn’t see someone else the night before, probably just touched yourself in your sheets. Unable to reach exactly where she had. Unable to satisfy your desires without her there. Poor baby, probably still pent up from the night without her.

“Well I'm not, I don’t— I can’t—“ you sound like a broken record, skipping a needle like you stuttered through your words. 

Flustered from the thought. Maybe she should bring you to a brothel, just to watch. She'd like to see blush as red as you did now. And fall apart at the sight of it all.

You had never been with a woman like you had with her. Let alone more than one at one time. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach. You were loyal, and couldn’t be with multiple lovers. That was just how you were. You needed stability. One partner to go home to, and kiss silly.

Ambessa had multiple lovers, often more than one, before she had you. Now, she couldn’t imagine letting you go for anyone else. Those others had been fun, but you were hers to keep.

“Good,” she relaxed, “cause I don’t share,” not anymore, not you, at least.

Her thumbs find your stomach, tracing patterns in the skin there. You're sensitive, taking in a breath when she teases you so delicately. Her words are blunt, but her touch is soft. You buck your hips, still pressed against her thigh.

You're a mess, teary eyed, and aching for more.

“Please,” you beg, but you don't know what for. You want her to give you everything, even if it hurt. You remembered from the first night you had been together. Just how much you liked it when she made you ache the day after. The pain reminded you just who you belonged to.

Which you know now, even after your little display of disobedience. You don't know what to say to get her to move, to get her to press her thigh against your core once more.

“Bessa–” you whimper, and she lights up at the nickname. She brings her knee to press against your core. Giving you what you need.

Ambessa was giving you pleasure you hadn't even known existed. She was ruining you for anyone else, as nobody could make you feel as good as she did.

And fuck, she loved how her name sounded when you moaned it.

Her free hand goes to your hair, bunching the strands in her fist. You have no choice but to turn your head to face her, to soothe the ache of her fingers along your scalp. She was being rough, and it took you over the edge.

“You're mine, enforcer,” she pressed her lips against yours, while hiking her knee to hit that bundle of nerves that had you keeling over. Silencing any refusal you have, her words give you life while her lips take your breath away. 

“Say it,” she needed to hear you whisper the words, before she let you find nirvana. Even though you were half gone, practically drunk on her touch. One moment away from bliss. You were damn near feral with need.

“I’m yours, Ambessa,” Giving her what she wanted in hopes she would return the favor.

“Good girl,” she growls and decides to take pity on you. It was your first time acting out after all, you deserved a treat for taking her taunting so well. 

Besides, you had gone all day without soothing the ache on your lonesome. That alone deserved a reward. She pressed her knee against you perfectly. And you gasped, seeing stars in a sky that only her pleasure could provide. She coaxed your bliss out of you, watching you come apart on her thigh.

After your bliss subsided, you sleepily attempted to offer her some sort of pleasure back. As if seeing you melt from her touch alone wasn’t all she needed. She gently removed herself from you, laying down next to you, admiring you blissed out expression. Your hand reached for hers, and attempted to pull her closer to you.

To give her something in return.

“Sleep, little one,” she hummed, seeing just how easily she drained your energy.

“But you didn't get to–” you whisper, and she shushes you. Pulling you against her chest. Your tired babbling is silenced by the curve of her chest against your cheek.

“Hush,” she whispered as your eyes drooped closed. Falling alseep on top of her. Nearly missing her words.

“I got all I needed."