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The dust of this place burned her eyes. It would probably irritate her nose, too, if it weren’t in Zaun, where everything was noxious to breathe. But being so woefully abandoned is what made it perfect for her plan.
“Why did you drag me all the way out here, Blondie?” Jinx had followed her dutifully through the undercity without any complaint, tugged firmly along by the grasp of their hands, and the occasional tug of a braid when she got distracted. “This side of town’s more rats than people, nowadays,” She sighed humorously.
Lux smiled into the eerily dark spaciousness of the building they’d stepped into. Silence and high ceilings let the clack of her heels and the scuffle of Jinx's boots echo. It seemed like a warehouse of sorts, but the disrepair cast away any clues to what it had originally been used for. No footprints had disturbed the dust in years before Lux had been there earlier today.
“Well…” She grinned and twirled to lean in close, “I thought this would be a good place for our date night!” She beamed proudly.
“Oh yeah?” Jinx smirked as she draped her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders, stretched lithe like a street cat to reach up to her. “And what’s your plan tonight, Flashlight?” Her smug little rhyme put a bounce in her toes. Like this, she could almost reach her lips with no assistance.
“It’s a surprise I really think you’ll like,” Lux brought her head down just enough to steal a quick kiss before she untangled herself from Jinx’s coiling arms. She was particularly proud of this idea, and it had taken the better part of the afternoon for her to set up. Between the two of them, she was not the pyrotechnics specialist, but for a special occasion, she could certainly swing it. Her handiwork was probably sloppy in comparison, but she hoped it was competent enough to execute smoothly.
She pulled the detonator she’d fashioned only hours before off of her belt, holding it out to Jinx bashfully like it was a carefully inked love letter, who sprang up with hearts in her eyes accordingly.
“Aw, Luxie! You shouldn’t have!” She gushed excitedly, taking the gift in two hands like precious jewelry. If they had been a slightly saner couple, Lux mused to herself, it might’ve been.
“But I wanted to,” Lux brought her hand up to hold Jinx’s face just briefly to take in her delight, “Plus, there’s more to this gift.”
Jinx’s eyes widened with even more fervor as she glanced up at her for permission. Lux nodded with a chuckle and it was only an eager gasp and the click of a button later that the ambient silence exploded with blaring colors and sound.
Strategically placed C4 was set off in the high corners of the building, subsequently igniting several cans worth of gasoline that was dripping from the rafters. Flames quickly engulfed most of the warehouse around them, dancing like a whip across the wood and quickly swelling up with smoke.
Jinx watched everything with rapt attention, eyes glittering with shimmer and embers, more scarlet than fuschia in the firelight. Lux took her distraction as a chance to unveil the second half of the surprise, pulling her borrowed and baggy street clothes over her head with swift grace. The set she wore beneath it, while naggingly uncomfortable on the long walk here, was every bit worth it now. Thin white satin and arching black lace traced her curves, so suited to her body that it could’ve been painted on. Her breath felt constricted, but her breasts looked incredible. Straps wrapped around her that couldn't have possibly served a function, but their accenting contrast was appreciated anyway.
When Jinx’s attention finally broke from the extravagant property damage, she whistled her wonder with an awe-struck look. “Wow Blondie, that was some light show-” But her praise was cut off shortly with a shrill squeak when she turned around, and her jaw dropped as the now-useless detonator also slipped from her overwrought grasp.
“Hey,” Lux chuckled, batting her eyelashes the best she could, “Have you ever wanted to fuck in a burning building?”
Floundering like a fish flying midair, Jinx gaped as she looked her up and down. Her lingerie probably still covered more than Jinx wore on a daily basis, but the ever-dressed-to-kill Lux in such a skimpy silk number was more than her brain could seemingly process.
Licking her lips to try to regain a bit of speech, Jinx stiffened straight up to the shoulders with a splitting smile. “I’m honestly shocked I’ve never thought of it before, Blondie,” She forced out as rapidly as the blush rushing up her face.
Lux hurried to close the distance and pull her into a kiss hotter than the blaze thriving around them. “This was the second half of the gift, by the way,” She chirped as soon as they pulled away. “So what do you think?”
Jinx’s constant twinkle softened into a touched expression. “No one’s ever blown up a building to have sex with me before,” She said with such sincere joy that Lux couldn’t tell how much she was exaggerating her surprise. “You must be a real keeper, Crownguard,” She breathed dreamily.
With a fervor like dynamite, Jinx pulled Lux down for more fiery kisses, holding her by the jaw so roughly Lux almost couldn't let her prying tongue in. But with greed and with a mission Jinx explored her mouth despite her own strength. Whenever Jinx wrangled control of these make-out sessions she fought with tongue and teeth and claws. Nails, painted, chipped, and cracked, dug into Lux's cheek and made her eyes flutter toward the fire above them.
The instant reminder of their dire location riled up a thrum in her chest. She ran her hand down Jinx’s skin, gelid and textured with scar tissue. Over the pink stretchy fabric of her shorts, Lux grabbed her ass eagerly and failed to hold in her smile or tamp down her blush.
Jinx’s voice crept up with giggles, but they were trapped between their tongues and not quite out loud. She lifted her leg to cross it around Lux’s, just tangled enough to be hoisted up into her arms or to kick her feet out from under her. With her arms already tightly around her shoulders, Lux had no problem pulling her into a carry, which Jinx protested by pulling away and letting her giggles run free.
She wrapped her legs around Lux’s waist and let her face rest buried in her cleavage. “Oh yeah, definitely a keeper,” She purred contentedly, though rather muffled by her chest. The crackling, spitting fire grew to a loud din as wood ash fell like snow and swept up like dust. Lux felt her face positively buzzing with heat, though from inside or out she wasn’t sure.
Carefully, she lowered them to the ground till she rested on her knees, and had shifted Jinx to one side, sitting her with her legs parted over one of her thighs. The pencil-thin heels supporting her made the movement a sprained ankle waiting to happen, but ever fearless Lux delivered them safely to their provocative position. With a groan as she shifted, grinding her crotch against thigh rather unintentionally, she lifted her head to lick and suckle at the ribbed gooseflesh of Lux’s neck. She only made tiny bites, ones Lux would affectionately disregard as nibbles. No bruises above the collarbone that wouldn’t fade in less than a day, as per her request. Of course, her true affection for marking Lux’s skin would always be held for a spot a little further south.
Jinx's cold hands ran down the lacy shoulder strap to draw shapes on her skin. Fingers teased through sheer fabric, making her tits bud up through the brassiere. Fingertips tricked her with electrifying little shocks, pinching and kneading and adoring her breasts just how Lux liked. Their technique was masterful and that wasn't a surprise; Many nights she'd spent, bent to Jinx's will and a myriad of other things the madwoman kept handy. Such chaotic power was stored in that whipcord body, with hands so skilled with whips and cord! Even still she was infatuated with her, soothing her kindly through every painful moment, carrying her to bathe when it was done, and drying her hair with utmost love.
She had been so afraid of being rough with her at first. Their first time had been far more romantic than one would expect from Jinx, shy and reassuring words exchanged like a desperate lifeline. Lux had held her and asked why she'd held back; she didn't hide it well, with shaky hands and hesitation the whole night. Jinx had rattled out a shaky sigh that sounded like rising tears, whispered she was too perfect to break and kissed her forehead, featherlight and lovingly.
"I'd thank you if you broke me," She had murmured back. The lilt of humor was almost there, but she knew Jinx was all too serious.
"You don't wanna be broken, Blondie. It's not as fun as it looks," The chuckle was dry and exhausted.
"Maybe. But I wanna be with you."
As Lux watched the inferno rising around them and felt the polarizing touches of the flames beating on her back and the icy hand inching closer and closer to her waistband, she was certain she'd been broken somewhere along the way. But there was no other way she'd take it.
Jinx snagged her fingers under the straps that ran around her ribcage, reminiscent of a map of the breathing skeleton underneath. "Oh Flashlight, all dolled up for me," Jinx breathed just above her ear, in that wobbly tone her voice used when all her abundant energy was forced to focus in one direction. Such an intense power to funnel, sparking and fraying at the edges. Her own final spark could never hope to be half as captivating as that scratchy, saccharine voice. It made shivers run up her spine, but what her instinct screamed should be terror felt distinctly like her pussy getting wetter.
Talented hands circled above her waistband, stroking tender with searching eyes like a butcher after her sirloin. A nibble around her earlobe, a teaser for the meal she planned to devour. But obstinately, her hands refused to go any further.
"Jinx," Lux whimpered pleadingly. How pitiful she sounded would've made her cheeks flush if the temperature hadn't already been rising for several torturous minutes.
"What's wrong Blondie?" Jinx smiled venomously, "Something got you in a hurry?"
Embers licked up around her, illuminating her in a burnt orange halo as she pulled her head back, surveying her prey and whipping her hair around her like a lion. It cast her face in insidious shadows, highlighting the glow in her eyes like the most colorful grenades in her arsenal. Her sickening grin put a skip in her heart so sweet it burned.
"If you want something from me, I'm sure you know the magic words," She teased.
Lux twisted her hand into Jinx's hair, pulling her close by the roots. Forehead to forehead she hissed, "Volo ut frangas me in minutas minutas partes et proice me in ignem quasi fomitem," She didn't take a single breath between her words, "Faciamus CREPITUS."
Twisting elastic around her finger Jinx tutted behind her teeth. "What was that, Blondie? I don't think I got it quite," She snickered, tilting her head just to ghost over her lips impishly.
"Please," She whined desperately, "Fuck me, Jinx!"
A flash of a grin and a jerk of Jinx's hand sliding under her panties had her biting her lip in a groan. Spreading around her slick fluids with reckless abandon she made a mess of her, and with every rough pass that circled her clit she made her twitch. It squeezed breathy little noises out of her, squeaks and whines and groans that only stoked her eager flames. Her razor-sharp attention honed in on those shrill sounds, rubbing her clit rapidly, moving her arm far faster than a human should be able to.
Her brutal pace didn't let up for what felt like hours, even with Lux's legs shaking and shivering like a vibrator on a table. Her voice found its volume and used it in full, her soft cries melting away to slow, trembling moans.
Giggles boiled over Jinx's sultry, maddened grin, "Aww, poor Flashlight. I bet I could make you cum just like this!" She chuckled delightfully, her hot breath so close it was scalding. But everything in this inferno was mere inches away from branding her skin, anyway. Lux had to bite down on her lip to not scream.
"You're so sensitive," Jinx chuckled, "But c'mon, Luxie, not before the main show!" She hissed maniacally. Her fingers finally eased their frenzied pace, moving down far enough to stroke circles around her entrance. The way her two fingers teased was painfully shy of enough; dipping in just a bit on the way down and gone before she even knew it. The wild look in Jinx's eyes kept her on her toes, and every single time she pulled this dirty trick her legs tensed and trembled, but her girlfriend just loved to watch her beg.
Sharper than a knife she gasped as slick fingers sunk into her, curling up to stroke against her g-spot with dizzying pressure. One of her hands left Jinx's scalp, slapping over her mouth louder than Jinx's hand smacked her skin, as she began to thrust her fingers in and out to her own sugar-rush heartbeat. But at that point it was too sweet to resist; Her poorly muffled yelps and cries were proof of that.
"I know you just love getting fucked like this," She chirped, sliding a third finger in without missing a beat. "You even took me somewhere nice first! You must really like me, huh?"
Lux's hips bucked up and out of her control, feral and hotter than the flames coating her back with sweat. She felt it building and tightening in her core every time Jinx thrust against her sweet spot; she needed to cum before they had both lost their minds. Desperately close and dripping with want she rode the thin, wiry fingers inside her with an ardor like arson.
"Cum for me, Flashlight," Jinx husked into her ear with tightly wound giggles. It pushed her over the edge like floodgates full of magma. Her orgasm was white-hot and steady, with the rhythmic kind of passion reserved for the most romantical of affairs. It buzzed in static waves through her nerves even as she came down, the length of three fingers still deeply embedded and gently pumping into her quivering, sloppily wet pussy.
A fit of fizzy laughter was all she could focus on as Jinx eased her onto her back. Instinctively she'd curled into her shoulder for balance and she came, bringing their sweat sticky skin too close. "That's it Blondie, like cracking a glow stick," She smirked above her. Lux never knew how apt that description was before she met Jinx.
Even in the harsh red of the flames, Lux could see the way her skin radiated just a sliver of light. It lit up Jinx's skin too, wherever they touched. Cradling and cold light like an untouchable bubble amongst the rising soot and smoke, the contrast would be sharp, if the lines and her eyes weren't so fuzzy.
"And here I thought the word 'afterglow' was just a weird turn of phrase!" She snickered breathily into her ear, snaking her now sticky fingers out of her panties to lick clean.
Lux ran her shaky hands down Jinx's back, pulling her closer by the hips. "Placet amica mea," She rasped through her heavy gasps for air. Her hands slid down to her ass to squeeze like a plea.
Unbuckling the bulky metal bullet belt from her waist, she grinned, "Well if you insist, Blondie," She quipped, even while pulling her shorts and panties down and off like her life depended on it.
She situated herself to straddle her torso, for now, weight a grounding comfort, much to the displeasure of her heaving ribs. Through the thin silk of Lux's brassiere, she traced her tits with gelid hands, pretending to lean her weight on them for balance as she craned down to meet Lux face to face.
"You like this little plan of yours, huh?" Jinx whispered. Lux could feel the wetness of her pussy, warm and sloppy and just slightly grinding into her, just below her sternum. "I'd bet you get off to this way more than I do," She curled over her like a cat screeching out a warbling hiss.
"The danger! The fear!" Jinx flailed her hands dramatically and sat herself back upright, "That fire could trap us in here and you'd still be begging for me like you can't even speak common," She giggled as she teetered excitedly, scooching higher and higher up her chest.
Lux craned her head to press kisses into the smooth, taut muscle of her thigh, just close enough for her to reach. Each kiss accompanied begging eyes, staring up at her with all the glittery tears she could muster. A tiny nip or two out of impatience only made Jinx laugh at her plight. But of course, Lux's puppy dog eyes always worked on her sooner or later; there were a number of still-standing people and not-so-much buildings that could attest to that.
"Okay, Flashlight, if you insist," She tittered restlessly, pulling herself up to straddle right on top of Lux's face.
Lux dove in with eager hunger, gratefully sucking deep kisses into her clit. The taste of her pussy was saltier than seawater and sharper than a blade, wet and hot and metallic, with a musk thicker than smoke that made her heady and breathless. She lapped up her folds, running her tongue through every groove with reverence. She was a private feast for a starving girl, and with thankful eyes she gluttoned.
Jinx rocked and gasped above her, slowly moving her hips in little trembling ways that bled her frustration. One of her hands planted on the floor for balance, the other twisted and rooted into Lux's hair while it tugged her around to exactly where her mouth was needed. Lux kept her hands firmly gripping Jinx's well-shaped and toned rear, holding her only as still as she dared.
Everywhere that Lux was supple and soft, Jinx was boney and lissom, built of only muscle, wire, and scrap parts. Lux could study her anatomy like astronomy, every cloud tattooed onto ghostly skin a nebula, and her feline eyes otherworldly in every definition of the word. The stark contrast between them made her study their hands when they were held, and observe Jinx's fluid movements like a masterpiece of fine art. It made her savor the taste of her pussy on her tongue, and get lost in the sound of her whines as she prodded into her entrance carefully.
Pushing in, she lapped with stern strokes, curling her tongue like she would her fingertips. She moved it left and right languidly, letting it rub firmly against Jinx's clit as well with every pace. "Fuck Luxie," She groaned as she squirmed, "Please! More!" Voice breaking like a scratchy record as she hunched and bent herself in two above her.
Running her hand down her ass with a squeeze, she brought her fingers to stroke between slick folds. Just one finger slipping through, she pulled out her tongue and focused its wet kisses against Jinx's clit. Setting an immediate and steady pace had her groaning and mewling and squealing on top of her face.
"Yes! Fuck," Her lunatic lover had stars in her eyes and embers around her hair. Such a picture of glorious, blinding light. Her voice in choral harmony with the raging flames was angelic. The violent percussion of combustion and the melody of pleasure she fingered out like a violin were music to her ears.
With a second finger pushing in, she ramps up to a frenzied pace, pushing Jinx closer and closer toward the edge. Curling her fingers (even if she almost craned her arm to do it), she could make her suck in smoky breaths through gritted teeth. And sucking on her clit like she could make her lips jealous, made her whine and shiver like a jittery broken toy.
She realized, with a sudden pang of panic, it felt much hotter just above her head than it had a moment before. Tilting up slightly to try and see earned her a sharp tug to the scalp. She whimpered for forgiveness but her desperate motions made her point far easier.
Without a doubt, the scattered debris around the floor had started to catch, and it was dangerously close to her hair. And there was no way she was getting out from under here until Jinx was satisfied. So pick up the pace it was.
Her fingers worked as deep as she could reach, beckoning out higher and higher moans until her shrill noises were probably more comparable to screams. Lux moved her tongue so fast it hurt, coming at her clit from just the angle with tried and true success. Jinx’s shaky legs were barely under her anymore, her knees scuffed from constantly moving and sliding on the rough and splintered floor. Lux distantly wondered if hers were the same and she hadn’t even noticed. But a little smattering of blood was not enough to break her concentration.
“Lux, Fuck! I’m cumming!” Jinx cried, her thighs tensing and clamping down on her head. Wet, salty fluids gushed around her hand, dripping down her wrist and onto her chin. Licking it up with her tongue was one of her favorite treats.
Jinx trembled as she came down, shifting and grinding to wring out just a little bit more sensation. Her grip had loosened enough for Lux to tilt her head, sucking and biting loving marks into her pale thighs. Soon that slack hand was running through her bangs sweetly, nails scratching her scalp soothingly like she was petting a fluffy animal.
“Oh Blondie,” She groaned satedly, smiling down at her with hazy, satisfied eyes.
“Oi! Blondie!” She quickly straightened up, almost toppling over herself to pounce on something just above her head, “Your hair!”
Jinx quickly smothered out the flames while Lux had to awkwardly let her. “Oh, Flashlight, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even realize!” She fretted.
But Lux could only giggle, stretched out on the floor, staring up at roaring flames with slightly singed hair splayed out beneath her. She pulled herself up with a wild grin and grabbed Jinx by the cheeks to kiss her.
“Best date ever,” She whispered close between their mouths. The sound was all but swallowed by the snapping of embers. Pulling her back in for one last long kiss, she stood, dusting herself off. “There’s a good rooftop right across the street if you wanna watch the rest burn,” Lux suggested.
Jinx’s reassured smile filled her with a million warm butterflies. “Of course, Blondie, lead the way.”
Leading them out to the doorway, Lux caught a glimpse of her overclothes; a cuddly oversized hoodie and something almost like a skirt if she squinted, both taken from Jinx. They were crumpled and burning, now, cotton, a damn good kindling that Lux had overlooked.
Her heels were still and tact, and so were these underthings. So her hazy thoughts, too convoluted for her to be privy to them, decided she’d take her odds in stride.
Was she actually about to walk into the streets wearing lingerie and having burnt her hair, to sit with the love of her life and watch what beautiful destruction they caused? To word her bizarre actions that way would’ve given past Lux pause. But with Jinx? She’d have it no other way.