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After that international incident, Jinx was never afraid of a crowd again. Silco stopped all her walking and posture lessons and gave her complete permission to do whatever she wanted on the runaway. Jinx became a proper sensation as her antics delighted the fashion world out of its doldrums. She did cartwheels, had the taller models give her piggyback rides, squatted and made faces at the cameras and would sit on the side of the runaways demanding the audience talk to her. She often carried her own phone and took pictures right back or livestreamed her walk down the runway.
The youth loved her. The social media metrics (and how she was mobbed in the streets nowadays) proved that. They saw themselves in her. Small, imperfect (they were wrong about that) and striding amongst beautiful giants without fear. They admired her for it. Silco seized on the moment and signed Jinx with Renata Glasc’s perfume and makeup company to promote the brands aimed at teenagers and young women. The sales pushed her popularity to new heights.
They had been in Demacia for a show, some months after her birthday when it happened. Jinx had taken water gun filled with paint out with her, spraying the outraged audience while hooting about the northern city being too clean and white. It was deliciously outrageous and then they ended the night how every House of Zaun fashion show ended nowadays. With Silco walking out on the runway himself to thunderous applause while Jinx held his hand.
Show nights always made his natural insomnia worse. The penthouse suite had multiple bedrooms; Jinx couldn’t be trusted with her own room. Not after she got drunk off her minibar in the Promenade Plaza and puked over her balcony onto a poolside crowd below. After that, she stayed with him. The arrangement didn’t seem to bother her. She was covetous of his attention, that didn’t bother Silco.
He was lounging on the plush white sofa in the sitting room, sketching and smoking. His dress as relaxed as it ever got. His white shirt untucked and half-unbuttoned, his black slacks loosened and rumpled and his feet bare, the white carpet was comfortable. The entire suite was white and marble, like virtually everything else in this city. And he thought that the Topsiders back home were overly proud. Jinx’s atonal singing floated in from the bathroom where she was showering off the paint from the show.
Silco considered his drawing. Hmmm, yes. A top with inserts, like belt loops. She would thread her braids though it, perhaps in a ‘X’ pattern. It would be orange, to make blue hair stand out more. His muse chose that moment to pad out of the bathroom; clad in a fluffy white bathrobe and her hair wrapped up in a towel. She walked over to the couch, took the towel off and handed him the loose hair-bands she wore after washing her locks. She sat down with her back to him and he put down his pad and quickly redid her hair in the two loose braids she preferred when she was in for the night. It was all done without conversation and it barely took him any time at all anymore. They had settled into a comfortable routine.
Usually, Jinx would then play on her phone or devour everything on the room service cart but that night she just sat there. Resting her head on the back of couch and staring at him while he sketched. Silco didn’t think much of it until she reached out and tugged his shirt open. Silco looked up at her as Jinx sat-up on her knees and pulled his shirt out of his pants and pushed it back until his chest tattoos were fully revealed. She looked at them, bending her head and studying them. This was new, she hadn’t shown any interest in them before.
“I Googled you the other day. There are naked pictures of you on the internet.”
“Yes, I remember the photo shoot. It was how I celebrated my 40th birthday.” Jinx nodded and then she touched him. She began tracing a finger over his tattoos. He should stop this; she was too young and this was incredibly inappropriate. It could be completely innocent; Jinx was very tactile with the few people she liked. But still…he should tell her to stop.
But he didn’t.
Jinx traced the letters under his collarbones that spelled out ZAUN. She made her little humming sounds and he allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her nail against his skin.
“People think these tats are just a hipster thing. Just being proud of our shitty home. But they’re not. You had them touched up when you did the shoot, didn’t ya? But they’re old, like you, aren’t they?” He nodded and watched her eyes and the multiple emotions he saw swimming in them.
“Yes. I got them when I was around your age.” Her finger moved to the Eye symbol under the letters.
“They’re ganger tats. You were in a gang.” Jinx’s tone was equal measures of playful scolding and open admiration.
“Yes. I was in Boss Vander’s mob. Poor kid from the Lanes, what else was there? You know the score.”
“Most in the life, they die there or end up in Stillwater. What made you different Silly?” He leaned back, she was tracing patterns in his flesh, they were pole-vaulting across that unspoken line now but he didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong. Silco took a deep drag of his cigar and blew the smoke at the white ceiling. The belt on Jinx’s bathrobe began to come undone.
“I had dreams. Not just the normal flash ones of money, cars and women. I wanted to build something and I had a secret. I loved fashion and not just my own street-tough kicks. I was working corners and designing skirts. I was boosting cars and thinking about leather wear. I was beating the brakes off someone and looking at the cut of their jacket the entire time. After a period of thinking, I applied to work at a topside tailor’s concern known for fostering design prospects. They liked my portfolio and offered me a job. I asked to start a month later because I knew the price I’d be paying.”
“Price?” Silco took the hand of his chest and brought it to the ruined side of his face.
“You have get jumped into a gang and you also have to get jumped out if you want to leave.”
Jinx frowned and moved her fingertips along his scar issue, circling his dead black eye with her thumb. Someone touching his face was a new experience. Most people looked away, let alone wanted to touch, but Jinx didn’t turn away. She leaned in for a closer look. Her robe fell open an inch or two. He could look, if he wanted but he didn’t.
“I knew you had to get your ass kicked but fucking you up this bad? Seems like too much, even to me.”
Silco shrugged, glad for the distraction from the temptation leaning over him.
“Vander brought me in himself and took my request to leave as a personal affront. He made sure I paid the toll for what I wanted. I took the pain, surrendered my eye and showed up for work a month later with bandages still on my face.”
“Was it worth it?” He laughed and gestured around the palatial suite.
“Janna, yes. I got what I wanted out of life. What’s a little pain, an eye even, compared to that? I haggled well.”
Jinx kept rubbing his face, staring at him. She was breathing slow and steady as she licked her lips.
“Getting what you want is worth the price, huh? Worth the pain? Worth…. what people might say?”
He wasn’t a stupid man. His answer wasn’t accidental.
“I’ve never cared what people said about me. I don’t give them that power.”
He wasn’t a stupid man so he wasn’t surprised by what she did next. Jinx turned her head and pressed her lips against his. It was somewhere between a kiss and a bite. He angled his head up hers but he didn’t kiss her back. Silco let the teenager kiss him and when she pulled back, he looked at her as he tasted her cherry-flavored toothpaste.
“There is no going back from this. I won’t be cross if you change your mind but it will make things different between us. This is your decision my dear, whatever happens next is up to you.”
“Do you love me?” Silco was startled by her question. She was so young; Jinx didn’t realize that adults didn’t just ask each other that. Why didn’t they? Why not just be direct like the human cannonball staring at him right now. What not tell her what he had felt from the first moment? When a dirty teenager was standing in front of him, choking down donuts and talking back to him?
“Yes, I love you Jinx. I love you very much.” Her smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in a lifetime of making beautiful things.
“I knew you did Silly! I knew it! That’s why my heart goes thump-thump when you’re next to me! That’s why I cry when you’re not around! That’s why I daydream of you holding my hand as much I as think of you drilling me!”
Never one for patience, Jinx tugged her robe open and shrugged it off her shoulders. His eye, after months and months of not being allowed to look, hungrily devoured the sight of her. She had put on some needed weight. Her small breasts were plumper and then stood proudly on her chest with her small dark nipples already pebbled and hard. Jinx’s clouds traveled down her tight side to a supple hip. She giggled and put her arms above her head, striking a pose.
“You like my tattoos? See anything else you like?” He snubbed his stogie in the ashtray on the coffee table and gestured to her.
“Come here.”
Silco pulled her over to sit on his lap. This time he kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue as she leaned back in his arms. His hand came up squeezed her tit, he massaged a thumb over her nipple. Jinx whimpered into his mouth as he pinched it. They made out like a couple of kids with Silco dragging his mouth down the side of her face to suck on her neck. Jinx moaned as his tongue licked and he left a hickey under her chin.
His cock was hard as a rock in his pants but this was about his perfect girl, he could wait. He wanted to see her cum first. His hand traveled down her stomach and rubbed the small, trimmed patch of blue pubic hair. He breathed in her neck.
“Are you wet for me?” Jinx shuddered and thrust her hips up.
“Silly, I’m so fucking wet for you. Please, please, please!”
When had he ever been able to deny her? His index finger rubbed her lips, Jinx was indeed wet for him. Her slick dripping out as he opened her up. Silco hissed as he slid the finger in. So fucking tight! It was like a warm, wet vise. They would have to go slow. Jinx hummed and squeaked as he pumped the digit in and out of her cunt. Jinx beat her fists against his chest.
“More! More! More!” Silo wiggled the finger around inside her and she screeched. It was so beautiful, how she writhed and panted. He wanted to take her picture but he wouldn’t be doing that type of photoshoot with her until she turned eighteen. He whispered to her as he stroked her inner walls.
“Tell me little girl, how do you cum? Tell me how you make yourself cum when you think of me.” Jinx’s face went red and she buried it in his chest.
“Promise me that you won’t laugh.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and the girl squealed.
“Tell me.” He laughed as she bit him, like the testy kitten she was and huffed out an answer.
“I hump my pillow ok! It’s easier when I do that.” Silco threw back his head and laughed.
“You adorable little girl.”
“I’M NOT A BABY!” He kissed her forehead and withdrew his finger.
“Not at all. I just want to know how best to please you. Stand up.”
Jinx stood between his legs, rubbing herself as Silco took her robe off the couch and spread it over his right thigh and tucked it tight under his leg.
“Climb aboard."
She nodded and straddled his leg, putting down a knee on either side and grabbing his shoulders for balance. Silco turned and kiss each hand as she started. Jinx hummed and started moving her hips, the pressure on his leg was almost painful and he could feel her heat soaking though the robe and his pants. Jinx closed her eyes and bit her lip as she angled herself better. Leaning forward so her clit was rubbing against the robe.
“Huf-huf-huf-huf.”
Silco groaned and his cock throbbed at the sound of her little mewls. The couch rocked slightly as she humped and bounce on his leg. He held her sides and began to assist in her movements. Her sweat-soaked skin was slippery and Jinx began moving her hips so fast, Silco worried the robe would combust. His leg was damp as she soaked the cloth with her juices. Jinx ground her cunt into him, sighing and moaning louder.
“Be-tter…...better than my p-p-pillow!”
He slapped her ass and she screamed, moving faster. He looked at her stomach roll and twist, at her tits bouncing up and down. Silco sat up and took her by the back of the neck, holding tight.
“Cum. Right now.”
As always, she would take direction only from him. She rubbed harder and harder, gritting her teeth as he squeezed her neck. Her nails drew blood on his shoulders as she slammed her cunt against his thigh and locked her legs tight around it. Jinx arched her back and howled. The girl locked up and shook as he held her like a shaking cat, spitting and clawing as she came.
“FFFFFUUCCCKKKK!!!!!”
It was beautiful, the moment of her bliss. he wished she was wearing some of his clothes. They would have to experiment with that. He had spent months putting clothes on her, now he would peel them off her each night. Jinx panted as she turned to Jell-O in his grasp. She fell forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and slowing moving herself against his leg again. Groaning through the aftershocks and Silco rubbed her back as she slowly rocked back and forth.
“Good girl. Good girl. Get it out, get it out.”
Jinx kissed his neck and hugged him tightly, murmuring something under her breath.
“What was that dear girl?”
“Love ya. Love ya. Love ya.”
“I love you too.”
One of her hands slid off his shoulder and down between them. Silco let a low breath as Jinx grabbed his cock. She whispered in his ear.
“Do you ya wanna? You’re big but I can make it fit.” His member jumped at those words and the fact she started sucking on his earlobe. He wanted to split her in half but he was ever the perfectionist; their first moment together should be an event, he was already planning their wardrobe and the meal they would eat. Plus…...he was about to explode after ten minutes of her humping his leg and at his age, a second round wasn’t always a guarantee.
“You will, I have no doubt but not tonight. We have an early flight home tomorrow and I want it to be special. I want to treat you right and……Jinx!” He cried out her name as she applied a dangerous amount of pressure on the pipe in her hand. The girl reared back with a grin.
“And cuz you’re about to shoot, huh?” He nodded with gritted teeth and gripped her hip.
“Ah! Ah! Yes, your display of frottage was very arousing and I find myself very close to soiling my underwear.” Jinx cocked her head with a curious expression crossing her features.
“Frott-o-what? Oh, you mean the humping? Well.….ok, we can wait until we get home bbbbuuuutttt, you know I can’t sleep on an empty tummy!”
Jinx leaned over and kissed him on the bridge of his nose, then on the lips and ducked under his chin to nip at his Adam’s apple before continuing kissing her way down his chest as she crawled off his lap and crouched at his side. She tugged his belt loose and unbuttoned his slacks. His purple silk briefs were straining to contain him and there was already a spreading wet stain as Jinx pulled them down. She hooted with glee as he popped free. She took the large cock in her hand and licked her lips. Talking as her fist began to move up and down.
“There he is! I figured ya were big cuz you wear those nut-hugger pants and then I saw that photo shoot! Wowza! I zoomed in on my tablet so Silly Jr was front and center. I humped myself into a charley-whump that night! Oh look! He’s so happy to see me! He’s crying!”
A line of precum had erupted from his dick and dripped down her knuckles as she stroked him. She bent her head and licked it off, smacking her lips as she swallowed.
“Tastes like home! You may dress and talk like a fucking Piltie you still taste like a Zaun boy!” Silco snarled and grabbed her braids, giving her skull a sharp tug.
“Get. To. It.” Jinx screwed her facial features into a Silco-like grimace and mimicked his voice.
“Patience Jinx! You must learn that good things come to those who wait!”
“There’s a reason that that my first clothing line designed specifically for you is called BRAT.”
“Oooo, I like that! But not as much as I’m gonna like this!”
Silco shuddered as her tongue swiped the head of his cock. The teenager opened her mouth and lowered her head. Silco felt the heat of her mouth cover the head and first several inches of his cock. The little tongue started flicking against his opening and glands as she wrapped both hands around the shaft and started pumping. He grabbed one of her braids as he struggled to hold back. Her mouth was as hot and tight as her cunt, he squinted his good eye and began mentally listing sewing patterns.
Jinx sucked in her breath and wiggled her head down, swallowing several more inches. She moved one of her hands to grip his balls, still in briefs. Silco gently tugged her braid until she started moving her head up and down. Her teeth dragged along his sensitive skin and Silco felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as he tried to do sums in his head, not wanting this feeling to end even though the promised explosion would be a good one.
It wouldn’t end.
Silco’s eye popped open, it wasn’t going to end because he and Jinx weren’t going to end. He smiled and relaxed, thrusting his hips up and provoking a surprised grunt from her but she didn’t stop sucking. She wasn’t the only brat in the room, Silco reached out smacked her ass as his cock swelled and became even harder in her mouth. Jinx realized what was about to happen and pulled back to the head.
“AAAARRGGHHH!!!”
Jinx coughed as the first hot blast smacked her in the tonsils but she didn’t flinch. She gulped and her tongue batted at his cock as he filled her mouth with the biggest load he’d shot in years. Silco almost passed out as lightning tore through his body. He flopped like fish as his nerves overloaded, sinking into the couch as Jinx swallowed. He was given no mercy as she kept sucking and licking, it felt like joyous whip lashes. She didn’t stop until he had gone completely soft. Jinx let him fall out of her mouth and then crawled up his chest. The bluenette smashed her mouth against his and Silco couldn’t stop her from spitting a gob of his own cum into his mouth. He swallowed without thinking and she laughed.
“That’s what ya get for not warning me!”
“You little blue monkey!” Silco faux-growled at her and grabbed her sides. He started mercilessly tickling her. Jinx shrieked with laughter and slapped at him.
“SILLY STOP! STOP! IMMA GONNA PEE! I’LL PEE!”
He pulled her back into his lap and placed a kiss on her cheek.
“My perfect little muse.” Jinx snuggled against him, a cat-like expression of contentment on her face.
“Always and forever?”
“Always and forever. And soon, everyone will see how perfect you are.”
****
The Night of the Gala
He loved preparing her, dressing her like a mannequin. Jinx loved it too, it was virtually the only time he could get stillness from her. He picked up the kohl pencil and drew under her eyes. Her nails were done and after this, all that was left was her burgundy red lipstick. The dark makeup worked well against her pale skin. She usually looked like a sexy demented whump but today they were going for elegant and wraith-like. Silco finished with her eyes and was reaching for the lipstick tube when Jinx called out.
“Wait!”
“Yes?” Jinx pointed at her lips.
“One more smacker for luck.” Silco leaned down and gave another peck before uncapping the tube.
“Luck is unnecessary for one such as you.”
“I…I just want you to be proud of me.”
“I’m always proud of you, now hold still.”
After applying the lipstick, she waited for him to dress first. Given the uniqueness of her gown, he wanted it stay in the sealed bag as along as possible. Silco’s silk suit jacket and pants were a dark brown, meant evoke thoughts of tree bark. No shirt, his chest would be bare, his tattoos on full display, his jewelry was gold, not elaborate designs, the earrings and necklace were made of gold mined from the Fissures and the pendent on the chain was a Janna medallion, available at any devotional cart in the Undercity. His garb was simple tonight, he thought of himself as a pedestal or vase for Jinx.
But her dress? It meant something. Silco wondered if anyone but him would understand it. He unzipped the bag and took a big whiff, he smiled, still fresh. Zyra’s work was worth every hex. Silco had spent over half a year convincing the reclusive botanist to assist him in his design. He had to donate enough money to preserve about fifty acres of Shuriman rain forest but only Zyra could coax enough of the blooms he needed from the poisonous soil of Zaun.
Jinx carefully lifted each leg and stepped in the dress. Silco slowly drew it up her body, she wouldn’t be wearing any underwear but the impolite bits were covered, annoying but necessary since she was still under eighteen. As were the rules he asked her to follow about public PDA, they had almost gotten caught several times, damn paparazzi, and Silco had no interest in fending off the authorities or her irate sister.
She stepped into the raised taupe platforms that added another inch to her height. Silco stepped back and did a final inspection and nodded as he checked the time on his phone.
“Flawless, let’s go.”
The main event of the Gala was the walk up the museum’s opulent marble entrance and main staircase. The stone steps were covered in a red carpet and both sides were lined with press and photographers. It was considered bad form to take pictures of the guests before they entered but Silco still had Thieram and the other assistants cover them with large black umbrellas as they crossed the street from the hotel. They walked under the guest canopy and stood there with the rest of high society.
The pop-stars of KD/A were there, attended by a flock of hangers-on. Just ahead of them was the head of Talis Industries, accompanied by a beautiful Piltoverian councilwoman. Silco nodded to Renata, the elegant and severe baroness was there as well, attended by some young, pink-haired woman. A singer, he believed, he couldn’t remember her name but Jinx would know. He looked at her, his girl was nervously scanning the crowd of luminaries, Silco squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear.
“You….we…..belong here.” She gulped and nodded as the event began and people started moving to the large circular opening, the sound of camera shutters soon rose to a roar and Jinx closed her eyes and then transformed in front of him.
The nervous young girl disappeared and a confident young woman opened the same eyes. Her posture changed and she interlocked her arm around his. The opening approached and she squared her shoulders and pointed her chin up. They couldn’t say it aloud, not yet anyway, what they showed the world tonight but Silco wanted the world to see them together. His grasp on her wasn’t lewd but it was possessive as they stepped into the light. Screaming soon surrounded them.
“Jinx over here!”
“What are you wearing?”
“Silco, is that one of your own designs?”
“Jinx is true you punched Caitlyn at the Last Drop Club last week?”
“Silco, is that part of the Shimmer Collection?”
“Silco! Jinx! Silco! Jinx!”
They walked to the foot of the staircase before turning back to face the mob. Silco twisted, taking her by the waist and Jinx molded herself against him while keeping the front of her gown facing the cameras. She placed her palm against his chest, over the center of his Eye tattoo in a gesture just as possessive as the arm around her waist. The stare she gave the crowd wasn’t the usual ‘manic brat’ but rather the classic model look. Disdainful, poised and regal. She didn’t smile, why would she? They were beneath her, they should be smiling and worshipping Jinx, beyond grateful that she graced them with her presence. Silco’s own imperial stare matched hers as he roared at them.
“THE ROSE OF ZAUN! JINX IS THE FUTURE!”
Fissure Roses. Rosa Rubiginosa Zauntica. The only blooming flower native to the Undercity. Zaun wasn’t a place for green things. Everything was polluted; the ground, the water, the air, everything. Only the tough and strong flora and fauna survived in the dark. Like Fissure Roses. The flowers that grew from leathery vines out of the ground. The petals were a surprising neon-pink and they were poisonous. They couldn’t be exterminated; they always grew back. The vines choked vents, chimneys, walls and ladders throughout the city.
Jinx’s gown was a simple flesh-colored body stocking with long flowing sleeves. The roses that Zyra had grown in her lab for him had been harvested only the day before last. Silco had chosen and cut the flowers and stems personally and labored over craft table and mannequin dress form for eight hours straight to get the work done in one setting. That was vital to the concept. The flowers were kept moist and colorful in a hydroponic bag but they would start dying as soon as they were removed. The dress was one-of-a-kind in every sense. The roses would live and die on Jinx’s body tonight.
But it was so elegant, it was worth that small death. He wove the flowers and stems into the stocking with the thinnest of silk thread. The bouquet flared at her neck, spread down her shoulders to twist around her arms to the wrist. He sculpted it around the torso to cover her breasts, barely, and it made a garden of her hips, buttocks and crotch. The symbolism being very intentional. The design wrapped around the tight skirt of the stocking as the roses themselves wrapped around piping and grates in Zaun. Every bud and leaf had been placed intentionally; she deserved no less. He had allowed her to look only for a moment before placing it in the bag. Jinx had wept at the beauty and the meaning behind it. He hadn’t needed to explain, she understood without words.
Other gowns and costumes were more expensive and intricate. Flowers made of jewels, people on stilts to mimic trees, etc. All the colors and shapes of Runeterra were in attendance but Silco spat on them all. They were pretty but they didn’t mean anything. They had been made to win some meaningless form of social achievement but seeing his girl in his work had made Silco realize something very important.
He had already won.
They moved and turned, stopping every few steps for more pictures as they ascended the staircase. The models, actors, musicians and other dullards looked vaguely unimpressed with his showing but the other true creatives in attendance like Renata and the bio-artist known as the Herald regarded his subdued but meaningful work with respect. Including the smallest yet most important person in attendance. Standing at the top of the staircase with an onyx cigarette holder in one claw and a crystal champagne flute in the other was the tiny tyrant herself, Babette. The Yordle was in a green leaf-gown held together by thumb-sized emeralds that contrasted wonderfully with her ruby-red hair and tan fur. Silco called out to her as they crested the stairs.
“The maestra herself.” Babette smiled and did a little half-curtsy before beckoning to Jinx.
“Girl, come to me.” Jinx stepped away from him, no hesitation he was proud of her, and held out her hand as Babette moved the cigarette holder so she could hold the tips of her fingers. She slowly turned in a circle and Jinx moved with her. The old fashion maven scanning her from head to toe.
“Extraordinary. Just extraordinary Silco. She has truly bloomed into a beautiful young woman. I had my doubts about your little fixer-upper but I am pleased. Well done old boy.”
Jinx beamed with pride and Silco did as well but there was tug in the corner of his mind as he gave the old bitch a playful smirk.
Doubts?
Fixer-upper?
He resisted the urge to punt her down the stairs as Jinx replied to her.
“I’m really excited to be here ma’am. Thank you so much for inviting me.” Babette smiled indulgently at her.
“Of course sweetness, of course. Now, run along for a minute while I speak to your Pygmalion.”
“Py-mig-lion?” Babette tittered at her and Silco had to keep his face still and not show the anger on it. He took Jinx’s elbow and guided her away.
“A figure from Demacian myth. Now, why don’t you go get your picture taken with KD/A? The bloggers would love that. I’ll be right behind you.”
Jinx nodded and walked away, looking over her shoulder at him before waving at the pop divas. He turned and began talking to Babette. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he wanted Jinx in her magazine on her eighteenth birthday and his connection with the old Yordle had to remain friendly and open. So Silco appealed to first her aesthetic sense with an explanation about the flowers he used. Babette, who had personally overseen every issue of her publication for almost a century, appreciated obsessive effort. Then he fed her salacious side with rumors about the exploding marriage between supermodel Lux and celebrity magician Sylas. His nasty anecdotes worked and they agreed on a meeting for next week about including Jinx in the Fall Fashion issue which coincided with her birthday.
Silco looked around for Jinx in the upper ballroom. He took a glass of champagne off a waiter’s plate as he scanned the crowd for her as he walked. She was located behind a giant man dressed as a Piltoverian Oak Tree who was waving a glass of wine around as he explained something to her. Silco reached them as Jinx nodded and replied.
“Yeah, Talis makes a good hammer. I used to have one that I used to smash open parking meters with, always did the job!” Silco stepped to her side and nodded his head to the councilman and joined the conversation.
They continued the dance that started on the red carpet. With new partners every few minutes. They worked the crowd, chatting and schmoozing with the elites. They loved Silco and admired Jinx, many wanted selfies and autographs from her. Jinx performed well with each one. Her anecdotes were kept PG-13, she didn’t curse and she looked everyone right in the eye. She was demure, flirty without the usual filth, she lilted her voice up an octave and giggled politely at the bad jokes. Silco watched covetous eyes from both men and women devour her form and knew he had succeeded even before Thieram’s first whisper in his ear that his business email was filling up with requests for bookings and interviews. Jinx was wanted, adored and desired, Silco had won. His creation was to be the talk of the fashion world.
But there was a line of sweat on her temple.
Jinx was stiff, her eyes darting back and forth and she hadn’t attacked a single food tray that passed her by. She just sipped at one glass of champagne while people talked at her. She was acting like the perfect model.
But not the perfect Jinx.
He looked at her and saw the grubby girl at the craft table, laughing at him. There weren’t any donuts at this party, more’s the pity. He took her elbow and addressed the young blonde boy dressed like a sunflower that she was chatting with, a celebrity DJ of all things.
“Ezrael, I’m sure we can have Jinx make an appearance at your next club performance. Speak to Thieram here about the details. If you’ll excuse us.”
Jinx looked up at him as they walked away.
“Silly, is something wrong?” He winked at her.
“You wanna go find some donuts?” Her eyes widened at the Undercity accent; he usually never used it topside.
“I don’t think they have donuts here.”
“Let’s bail then. I think we’ve gotten all we can out of these spoiled pigs anyway.” Jinx bit her lip and leaned over to whisper at him.
“But ain’t we supposed to be showing them how great we are? I didn’t…. I didn’t mess-up, did I?” He would banish the worry in her eyes with the truth.
“No Jinx. I just realized that I prefer my perfect girl to a perfect Jinx that was made accessible and digestible to the rest of the fucking world. They’ve seen you; they know and want you. That’s enough for tonight. The rest of the evening is now up to you. If you like, we’ll go back there and preen like show whumps to crowd…...or we can go have some fun.”
His offer was immediately accepted as Jinx squeaked and threw back her glass and then snatched his and tossed back his champagne in one gulp. She winked and licked her lips.
“This shindig blows. I wanna party! Ezrael told me that the real fun at the Gala is in the third-floor ladies’ shitter…...”
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SSSSNNNOOOORRRRTTTT
Jinx leaned over the marble bathroom counter and hoovered a three-inch line of Shimmer up her left nostril with a rolled-up hundred-hex bill. She jumped back, rubbing her nose and shaking like a leaf. Silco chuckled as Jinx opened her eyes wide and pumped her fists to the ceiling and screamed.
“OH FUCK YEAH!!!”
The worries about proper social behavior (and volume levels) ended when they entered the large bathroom. It was full of very famous people but it was the only room in the building where no one was using their phones or cameras. Because it was a mini bathroom bacchanal. The air was hazy with marijuana smoke and people were snorting and shooting up on every available surface. And doing other things. Two members of Heartsteel were sucking each other off in a corner. Katerina, an influencer from Noxus was being pinned against the wall by a Demacian professional football player roughly the size of a vending machine and right next to them on the counter was Akali, sitting on the marble as she made out with her fellow KD/A member, Evelynn.
Silco passed the bottle of champagne he was holding to Jinx and bent over to do his own line. He snorted the powder and stood straight as the chemical bliss made his muscles clench and his teeth lock together. Shimmer was always good and this batch was hitting just right after being so fucking uptight all night with the squares. His jacket was open and he turned to Jinx, who was swigging from the bottle and doing a little dance as she rode her own high. He grabbed her hand and she dragged her nails down his chest and flat stomach. Silco moaned as his Shimmer-enhanced nerves burned at her touch. Jinx grabbed him by the belt and pulled him to one of the empty stalls.
“Silly! I need ya to check something on my dress right quick!” He dragged a hand through his hair and smirked at her.
“A bathroom stall? Surrounded by people? Really?” She drilled him with eyes riven with pink Shimmer lines and snorted.
“I thought you were a real-deal Laner? Right, fashion-boy? Or should I go get Ezrael?” Silco snarled and walked into her, Jinx backed into the stall giggling.
“Naughty, naughty girl.”
“That’s the brand baby, whatta ya gonna do about it?”
Silco showed her. Kicking the door closed behind him, he shoved her against the plastic wall. Jinx gripped the wall and bent over, wiggling her behind at him. He was panting as he reached down and pulled the gown up to her waist, revealing her bare ass. Silco scrambled to unbutton his pants, yanking his hard cock out. He didn’t need any further encouragement thanks to the Shimmer and neither did Jinx. She moaned and spread her legs as he positioned himself and rubbed the head of his cock against her sopping wet slit.
“So wet for me already. That’s my good girl.”
Jinx kicked off her heels and dug her toes into the tile floor. Silco grunted and pushed his hips up and forward. His eye rolled to the back of his head as she welcomed him in. Even after all these months, each time was as tight as the first time. Jinx screeched through clenched teeth as he pushed every inch inside. It was like a hot, silk bear trap, she squeezed him and pushed back. Silco buried his face in her hair and pressed he pressed himself against her. His hips started to piston and he gripped her hips for dear life. The stall shook as they fucked, swaying into the plastic with every thrust.
“Per-per-perfect little girl!”
“Fuck me silly, Silly!”
Screwing on Shimmer was like speeding down a highway in a sports car. No brakes, no stopping and you didn’t know when you when going to crash but it was a hell of a ride. His cock slammed in and out of her, his hips burning with the effort and Jinx wailing and crying, her hand banging an identical rhythm against the stall. He dimly heard Evelynn laugh and call out.
“Are you fucking or killing that girl?”
Jinx had no time for a clever retort as she turned her head to the side, Silco dipped his head and rubbed his nose across her cheek, whispering to her and accentuating each word with a thrust.
“Do you like getting fucked?”
“Yes!”
“Who fucks you the best?”
“You do!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You! You! YoooouuuuuAWWWWFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”
Her orgasm made her lift her butt and lock him in, Silco roared and thrust in as deeply as he could as she screamed against the plastic. He braced himself and shot his load, spraying her insides (thank Janna for birth-control) with his cum. They came together in a Shimmer-fueled frenzy as the screws holding the wall up creaked in warning. Silco pulled her back, wrapping an arm around her waist as she straightened up and they stood there together. Jinx laid her head back on his chest, looking up at him and he bent over to kiss her forehead.
Trembling, he loosened his grip on her as he pulled out with long, almost too sensitive movement, hissing as the cooler air hit his dick. His cum ran down her leg as Jinx leaned down to steady herself on the toilet. Silco grabbed a wad of bath tissue from the dispenser and held it to her entrance as Jinx grunted and pushed his load out. He flushed the slimy paper after wiping her thighs and helped her push her gown back down. They staggered back out with Jinx clinging to his neck as he stopped and put his drooping cock back into his pants.
Evelynn was on the counter and leaning back on the bathroom mirror as Akali crouched between her thighs, tongue hard at work. The woman was smoking a cigarette and rubbing her bandmate’s head. She cast an appreciative eye at his cock and smiled at them.
“So….is her dress ok?” Silco rolled his eye at her and Jinx blow a raspberry in her direction. Then the girl pinched his neck and groaned.
“I’m starving! Feed me!”
“Of course you are. Where shall we go?” Jinx squinted her eyes, pinched her lips and answered him with a Babette impression.
“Somewhere elegant! Somewhere fashionable…. ddddaaaarrlllliinnnggg!”
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Hot sauce splattered down the front of the gown as Jinx took a big bite of her salmon burrito. She laughed and sprayed crumbs as she pointed at the giant one-eyed fish Vastayan behind the food stall counter.
“They all looked so fucking dumb J-Man! Everyone dressed up like trees and flowers and shit. It was so stupid; I mean not my gear though. Silly’s stuff is classy as fuck. But the other turbo-nerds? They were so freaking cringe! Flowers up everyone’s butt! Can you imagine?”
Jericho, Zaun institution, rubbed his hands with a filthy towel and guffawed.
“Hell nah girl! The toppies can keep all that crap to themselves. I can’t believe you’re running with them!” Jinx batted her eyes at him and put a finger against her cheek.
“I’m famous now, don’tcha know!” Jericho shook his head ruefully and nodded at Silco, who was on the stool next to her.
“Get them hexes kid. And you! Good to see you around again Silco!” He lifted up a fried tuna chunk to salute the old cook.
“You as well Jericho, the grub is still excellent.”
He would leave a big tip, considering the number of burritos he had just made for Jinx. Silco nibbled on his food as he looked at the girl. There was sauce smeared on her chin, her hair was disheveled and the long sleeves and bottom of her gown was already filthy with Lanes muck. Her kohl was smeared and she was chewing with her mouth open.
Jinx really was perfect.
And she always had been. He didn’t improve her at all. Silco had just made her some nice threads. No, he didn’t fix her. She fixed him in fact. There been nothing wrong with her life they met. He had been the miserable and lonely one. Had he really been one doing the shaping? Who had been the real Pygmalion in their relationship? He had made her a dress but she had made him happy. The answer seemed clear. Jinx looked over at him and paused mid-chew.
“What’s with the dopey look on your mug?”
“Oh, just thinking about how much I love a certain annoying brat.” Jinx blushed and swallowed.
“Weird! I was just ruminating over how I have gushiest heart-thumps for this ugly old fella.”
Silco leaned over and Jinx turned her head up for a kiss but Silco surged forward and took a bite of her burrito. Jinx howled and yanked it away.
“SILLY! That’s my burrito, I don’t like ya that much!”
They both bent over laughing in the best food stall in the shitty neighborhood they both grew up in.
Just two Lanes kids in topside threads who beat the odds.
Both of them creator and creation, perfectly balanced in their imperfect way.