Chapter 10 - Thawing the Heart

Lemon ahead.

Ronan was sat on the edge of Irelia's bed while the Blade Dancer was doing her hair in the mirror above the dressing table. The night of the Heartseeker festival had finally come around, and all throughout the Institute champions were getting themselves ready for a night of music, drinks and maybe just a little bit of romance. There was gossip flooding all the corridors about who was going with who, rumours that were mainly propagated by a certain Nine-Tailed Fox. From what Ronan had heard through the grapevine, Jayce had bagged himself a date with Sheriff Caitlyn, much to Vi's disappointment. Garen had been coerced into taking Fiora, Ezreal unsurprisingly was going with Lux and Karma had decided to accompany Shen – although it had taken some time to talk the Eye of Twilight into attending what he referred to as 'unnecessary frolicking.'

Word had spread of him and Ashe's partnership for the festival quicker than Ronan could have expected. Possibly, the Frost Archer had gone around telling everyone, but it seemed like everyone knew within minutes of him asking her. Ronan was excited as he sat in Irelia's room while she got ready. He was dressed in his best robes, smartened up with his hair combed and slicked into place and wearing some fancy smelling aftershave. Irelia looked incredible in the attire she had donned for the night. She wore thin white robes that were tied around her middle with a large golden belt. Her blue hair had been tied in an ornate style and she wore a diadem of white feathers across her forehead. While Irelia's usual attire was certainly form fitting, her outfit for the festival showed off a lot more skin than Ronan was used to.

'Yi will be happy,' Ronan smirked as he stood up and walked over to Irelia's side as she peered into the mirror. She shot him a look before going back to settling her hair.

'How many times do I have to tell you I'm not trying to get off with Yi,' she said. 'You and Ashe on the other hand.'

Ronan laughed. 'You sure? You seem to be putting a lot of effort in to impress him.' Irelia reached over and poked him in the stomach.

'I'm not! I told you we're just going for Ionian appearances. I will have a pleasant evening and then return to my bed early for training tomorrow morning.'

'Have you told him that? He might have other plans on his mind,' Ronan said with a smile.

'He's not getting his hands on anything,' she muttered and carried on with her beauty routine.

'Ashe seems pretty eager about the whole thing,' Ronan said, musing about the archer. He found his thoughts kept wandering back to her each time talk of the festival came up. He was strangely nervous about meeting her for the evening. She had a different manner to her than the other girls, more refined but at the same time still very shy. He knew he was going to have to take the lead, and he hoped that his slowly expanding experience with women would help him meet the expectations she clearly had. Irelia turned to look at him, halfway through the process of blending some makeup into her cheeks.

'Ashe is totally obsessed with you, you should have realised that by now,' said Irelia. Ronan shrugged.

'Guess I suck at noticing hints,' he said. Irelia blew some air out and laughed.

'She'd have to dance in front of you stark naked to make it any more obvious. You better know what you're in for tonight.'

'We'll just have to go and find out.'

…

The festival was a much larger event than Ronan had expected. He assumed being an evening dedicated to hearts and romance that only a few champions in the roster would actually be interested in attending. Surely none of the darker, more serious champions were going to have any care for something like that. To his surprise though, it appeared that everyone had shown up, and taken the time to dress up as well. The large open party area was filled with chatter and cheer all blanketed in a pallet of reds, whites and pinks.

Ronan saw Lucian as he passed through the door and into the main hall, the gunslinger dressed in a very conspicuous bright red blazer over a black shirt. Ronan noticed that he was arm in arm with someone, who to his utter amazement turned out to be Vayne. He thought Vayne would be the last person to be seen at an event like this, let alone dressed in what she was wearing. A scant red and white skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, leading up to an open shirt that showed off her fit mid-riff and pale skin. A pair of red horn-rimmed glasses sat on her nose and her long black hair was tied up in a short ponytail with a red band. Tucked up with Lucian, the Night Hunter actually looked quite cheerful for once.

Rows of party food were set up on long thin tables draped in red tablecloths and a large silver dish was filled with what looked like some sort of punch. He saw Sona at the top of the hall on a small stage playing her etwahl and wearing a long red ballgown. Soothing tones lifted from her playing and out into the room. Ronan said a few hellos to people as he passed them, noticing plenty of Demacians, a few Noxians and even some Zaunites – all seemingly getting along for one night only.

The Piltover duo of Ezreal and Jayce were sat at one of the tables, both wearing fancy dinner suits with several empty glasses already on their tabletops. Ronan waved to them, but didn't respond to Ezreal's gestures to bring him over. He was too interested in finding Ashe. Irelia walked with him into the hall and he could see how her eyes were scanning the tops of people's heads, searching for Yi he guessed.

'He better not be wearing those stupid goggles tonight,' Irelia said.

As she said that, Yi appeared through the crowd wearing a long Ionian robe similar in design to Irelia's own but with more purples and blues. His long hair was neatly kept, along with a small goatee. Luckily, he was goggle-less.

'Good evening, Irelia,' he said, bowing low to show respect. Ronan didn't consider Yi the type to care much for formalities. As traditional as the Ionian swordsman was, he always came across as a bit too arrogant for courtesies. He turned and gave Ronan a similar greeting. 'Summoner Ronan,' he said. Irelia flapped her hand.

'Stop it Yi, you're embarrassing yourself,' she said and grabbed him by the arm, taking off into the hall and the crowd of people. She looked over her shoulder as she moved away. 'See you later, Ronan. Don't let Ashe freeze you to death.'

Soon they'd melted into the crowd, Irelia awkwardly arm in arm with Yi and Ronan was left by himself. He kept looking around to try and spot Ashe's white hair, but couldn't see her at all. Surely she hadn't stood him up, she seemed like she really wanted to go when he'd asked her, not to mention all the times the other girls had told him how obsessed she was with him.

Eventually with no luck, he gave in and headed back to the table where he'd seen Ezreal and Jayce. This time when he got to them, he found they had been joined by the Sheriff herself. Caitlyn was sat with her legs neatly folded wearing her usual dress and top hat. Interestingly, Ronan could see her rifle propped up by the wall behind them.

'Hey, any of you seen Ashe?' he asked. Ezreal and Jayce just shrugged and looked to Caitlyn. It was obvious that if anyone needed to know something, Caitlyn was the person to ask. The sheriff doffed her hat and looked to Ronan with her inquisitive eyes.

'I saw her before the night began, love. She's hosting this little get-together so she's probably rushing around making sure it all goes to plan. Speaking of which…' Caitlyn said and stood up, collecting her rifle. 'I should be on duty, goodbye for now.'

Tipping her hat one last time she sauntered away back towards the main door. Ronan struggled to pull his eyes away from the way her backside swayed in her little dress and her high-heeled boots. As practical as the sheriff was, her taste in clothes was rather out of accordance with her personality. Not that he was complaining.

The two Piltoverian lads were also ogling Caitlyn a bit, but as she left they turned back to Ronan.

'Where's your girl then Ez?' Ronan said, lightly punching the explorer on the shoulder. Ezreal gave a guilty look and then pointed over to a crowd of people on the far side of the hall. Ronan looked over and saw a very talkative and animated Lux, clearly drunk out of her mind, mingling loudly with other guests.

'She's enjoying herself, I guess,' Ezreal said, not sounding at all happy with the situation. 'Meanwhile Jayce ended up going with the woman who happened to also be organising the security for the evening,' he continued, pointing to the direction where Caitlyn had left from. 'So naturally, we're both here by ourselves. Think Ashe will be out soon. I did see her briefly earlier, but that was a while ago,' said Ezreal, sipping at his drink. 'Get yourself one of these, Ronan.' He raised his glass of red liquid. 'They're so good and will maybe give you a bit of confidence to woo your partner with.'

Jayce gave a slightly drunken laugh along with a small hiccup. 'He doesn't need any of that, he's got all the girls drooling over him. Say Ronan, I thought you were with Riven? Or are powerful women with white hair just your type then?'

'Something like that Jayce,' Ronan laughed. He'd never seen Jayce—who usually kept himself quite level-headed—in such a state before. It was a funny sight. 'I'll leave you guys to it, she's got to be around somewhere.'

Ronan took off again into the crowd, sparing a few greetings and hellos here and there with champions and summoners alike. The hall was vast and open, and with everyone wearing the same colours, it was difficult to distinguish individual people from one another.

It was Ashe's distinct laugh that caught his ears first. He ran across the room to where he thought the sound came from, opening into a clearing of people and finally seeing her for the first time that night. Surrounded by a few Demacians and summoners, Ashe looked absolutely stunning in her Heartseeker attire, far surpassing the beauty of any of the other champions he'd seen that night. There was refinement to her outfit, making her appear regal and mature yet still charming and glamourous.

'Ashe!' he called and she looked his way, causing her curled white hair to flick over her shoulder. She smiled warmly and ran over to him, wrapping him in a hug when they met.

'Ronan! I wasn't sure I'd find you. I had to go early to get everything set up and I wasn't sure if you'd be waiting at my room or something,' she said, pulling apart slightly but still holding on to him. A slight blush had already spread on her cheeks.

'I didn't know that this was your party Ashe, it's incredible,' Ronan said, snaking a hand around her waist. He had to lean in so she could hear him and he was only a few inches away from kissing her cheek.

She giggled. 'You're enjoying it then?' she asked, seeming a little sheepish. Ronan watched as she swept her white curls out of her eyes.

'Of course,' he replied. 'How did you end up hosting something like this?'

'It's something I've done every year,' she said. 'Ever since I got this outfit and everyone loved it. A few of the other girls wanted their own and so we turned it into a little event. It's turned into something huge.' Ashe was smiling as she looked around the large open hall, blue eyes glistening like the pools of a glacier. Ronan's eyes took the moment to trace her up and down, along the long legs in her thigh-high stockings, her red and white corset and the little heart necklace on her chest.

'Let me get you a drink,' Ronan said, turning to the polished silver bowl of punch and pouring a glass. He poured his own and handed the other to her. She took it rather shyly, looking at the red liquid hesitantly.

'I…don't really drink that much,' she said, looking at him for his response.

'Neither do I,' he said with a shrug before taking a long draught of his drink. Ashe smiled and took a sip of her own.

…

Sona's music turned to a slow waltz as the evening wore on and many of the party-goers had either gone back to their rooms or were slouched in their chairs in a slightly drunken haze. Jayce was sat with his bow tie draped over his chest as he slumped over the table after one too many drinks.

On the dancefloor, a few couples were locked in a slow dance with one another. Ashe laid her head on Ronan's shoulder as he held her around the waist and swayed side to side to the slow tempo of Sona's playing. A few drinks down, Ronan had offered his hand to Ashe and taken her for a dance. He felt a warmth spread across his cheeks as she rested her head on him, and under the long locks of white hair, Ronan caught a glimpse of her charming face and contented smiles as she looked up at him.

In an instant, he'd brushed the white strands of hair out of her eyes, looking deeply into their deep blue colour before slowly leaning in and touching his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss, far more so than any other he'd shared with any of the girls. Ashe's hand gripped his shoulder as their lips locked, her nose brushing over his cheek. Ronan didn't care if anyone was looking their way, all that mattered was the softness of her lips and the contours of her body as she slotted herself against him.

'Come with me,' she said in no more than a whisper. Suddenly, he felt his hand be taken by hers and she was pulling him across the dance floor and towards the far side of the hall. They burst through a set of doors into another room and Ronan took a moment to see where they'd gone to. It looked like another party room, but one that hadn't been used all evening. There were a few long tables with red tablecloths and many chairs each ready for a group of twelve of more, and behind them a few sofas and comfy looking chairs.

As soon as the doors were closed behind them, Ashe was back on him, mashing her lips to his with more passion than she had shown until then. Their kisses were becoming more heated and Ronan's hands were beginning to slip down along her front, along the swells of her breasts and around her back until they grazed the curve of her rear.

'What's this room?' Ronan asked between fervent lip-smacks. Ashe took a quick glance around.

'I wasn't sure how many would turn up tonight, so I hired out several rooms. This one never got used,' she said, snaking both arms around his neck. 'It's ours for the night.'

'Now that's something that I like to hear,' Ronan said, gripping Ashe's body and lifting her up. She yelped and giggled at his playfulness, holding on to him tightly as he brought her across the room. With nuzzling noses and more nips and pecks at each other's lips, Ronan finally set her down so she was laying across one of the large sofas with him on top of her. He shifted himself up, so he was back at her face with only inches between them.

'You sure you didn't plan this?' Ronan asked.

'Maybe a little,' Ashe laughed and cupped his cheek, bringing him in for another kiss.

Before long, Ronan lost his patience with the beautiful woman below him, and now being granted the privacy for the two of them to do as they wished, he struggled to keep his urges tamed. His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, nibbling on the soft skin and leaving lines of lip marks all the way down to her collar.

'Ronan…' she mumbled with a slight purr to her voice. 'That tickles!'

'I'll have to do it some more then,' he said and went back to her neck, slipping beneath the folds of her dress and touching the tops of her breasts. She stopped him as he tried to tug at the fabric to reveal more skin, and he was slightly confused to find her sitting up. Her face was flushed and she looked rather uncomfortable, but still the light of longing twinkled in her eyes. Her hand rested on him.

'Sorry,' she said as their eyes locked. 'This is all a bit new to me, I've…not done much of this kind of thing before.'

Ronan was a little surprised, but tried not to show it as Ashe was clearly anxious at his response.

'You mean relationships?' he asked. She gave a little nod.

'I'm queen of the Freljord,' she laughed, 'there's expectations set for me to marry and have an heir. But none of that has happened yet.'

'Oh,' Ronan said. It made more sense once she had explained it. Ronan certainly struggled to believe that a girl as beautiful and regal as Ashe would have trouble finding a partner. 'So, isn't this against those traditions…you know this,' Ronan said, motioning to the sofa that they'd been making out furiously on.

Ashe quickly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back down until once again, they were inches apart and Ronan's body was flushed against hers. He could feel the cushion of her breasts and her legs that had partially entwined with his.

'I said I was the queen,' Ashe said in a sultry voice. 'I make the rules.'

'I wouldn't want to question my queen then, would I?' Ronan said with a smile as he leant forward and kissed her soft lips once more. Her fingers tugged at robes until they came free, pooling around his waist and leaving his top half bare. Her hands explored delicately, and now that he knew that the whole experience was totally new for her, he allowed her all the time she needed.

Ronan found a clasp where Ashe's red and white outfit was connected behind her back, looking into her eyes for permission. 'May I?' he asked and she nodded.

The fabric slipped down off her top half and it came away in one piece, leaving her in lingerie of the same colour, lacey and perfectly teasing her most precious parts. Her breasts were barely contained, and once he snapped the clip apart, the bra fell to the sofa before tumbling onto the floor and joining the rest of her clothes.

Ashe's breasts were a perfect pair in Ronan's eyes, the perfect size and shape, standing proudly on her chest and her delicate nipples growing hard in the cold air. He went to palm them and she twitched as his hands came into contact with her soft mounds.

'Your hands are cold,' she said with a giggle.

'Not for much longer,' he replied and slipped beneath her panties. Ashe seized up at the brushing fingers on her lower lips, breaths coming out in difficult pants as Ronan drew circles in the soft flesh of her labia.

'Oh…' she said with a throaty gasp. 'Don't stop.'

He kissed her neck as he explored, shrugging off his robes until he was left in the same state of undress as her. Kicking off the clothes to the floor, he laid on top of her again, bringing her arms above her head and lacing their fingers together. With her hands no longer there to stop him, he dove in and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking tenderly and kissing at the flesh of her right breast.

Ashe let out a little whimper and wriggled in his grip, but he kept her arms high above her head. Ronan moved to her left breast and gave it the same treatment. As he sank lower, he couldn't keep a grip on her detained arms, and so once he made it to her stained panties, he let her go free. With his warm breath tickling her core, her hands became lost in his short hair.

Ronan slipped her panties down her legs until only her stockings were left on and her body became a canvas of snow-white skin. He looked up to her womanhood and saw it glistening in the low light of the party room, the pink lips untouched and ready for him.

She grabbed his head even harder as his tongue drew a line across her sex, gathering up her wetness and rolling itself through her folds. Her mewls had tuned to all out moans as he kissed and nipped at her overly sensitive skin, drawing circles and lapping at her clit.

With each movement he made and every suck at her lower lips, Ashe's body wound and seized up in fits and spasms until she locked his head between her legs with her thighs, letting out breathy moans.

'That feels…amazing,' she said, but sounded as if words would not come to her mind. Ronan lifted himself up to see her flushed face and glazed eyes, smiling at the way her tense arms were squeezing her breasts together. Her nipples had become rock hard with all the activity. As he shifted around, Ronan slipped the rest of his robes down his legs until he was also naked and his length was bared to her. She eyed it with wide eyes, the new sight something that filled her with a husky longing for him. She nibbled on a finger with anxious fidgeting while her other hand went slowly down to her pussy and stroked over her lips slowly as he moved into position.

'Are you ready?' he asked, as he levelled his cock with her folds. She gave a very shy nod and spread her legs a little wider on the sofa. Ronan leaned over her body, taking his cock in one hand and lining it up for entry. He gave a slow prod at her lips as the tip came into contact, before pushing in slowly. She was unbearably tight and didn't allow him much access. Her face had screwed up in an expression of more pain than pleasure, and so he reminded himself to be as gentle as possible. When she noticed he had stopped, she looked back to him.

'Keep going,' she said quietly. He gave another slight push and this time he managed to slip the tip inside. She let out a more ecstatic moan as he pressed deeper, and sliding his arms behind her back, he pressed on the rest of the way until his entire length was buried in the tight passage of her pussy. Her arms mirrored his movements and locked around his neck, holding him tightly as he slowly began to move. Her shallow breaths sung into his ear as he developed a slow rhythmic pace, enjoying the slick tightness of her passage.

'Does it feel good?' he whispered into her ear. She let out a sigh before replying.

'Yes…don't stop.'

The sound of her voice weakened by pleasure was enough for him to continue as he was, slipping his hands down her bare back and nibbling on her neck. He met her face, gazing over her blue eyes before mashing his lips to hers tightly. He sped up faster as he held her in his arms, feeling her slick heat grow more moist with each thrust.

As they broke away, Ronan took in all her features laying down below him on the sofa in the party room. Her white curls that were starting to become messy, her blushing face, all the way down her perfect naked breasts and stomach down to her pussy gripping his cock. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he found a new pace of sending his cock inside her.

'Ronan…keep going!' she screamed as the exertion of his thrusts were beginning to form a sheen of sweat on his lean body. The soft plush feeling of her insides was becoming too much and he knew he couldn't keep it up the way he was going. He was coming dangerously close to climax, and the squeezing of her pussy around his cock with each thrust was only pushing him further.

'Ashe…I'm going to…urgh…cum,' he tried to warn her, but the feeling of her heat was dizzying his mind.

'It's okay…cum with me, inside me,' she breathed out and the spoken permission was all he needed to hear to propel him over the edge. Ronan groaned loudly as he came deep inside the Frost Archer, keeping his cock lodged in her folds as he let go of his inhibitions. Ashe was moaning loudly as his cock shot off several strands of white inside her and Ronan was vaguely aware of it, but the pleasure was overtaking his mind. All his muscles had seized, and eventually he collapsed on top of her, her breasts pillowing up between them as he lay his head next to hers.

For several moments, all they could hear were each other's pleasured pants as they caught their breaths.

'How…how was that?' Ronan asked, looking up to her. She was smiling and cupped his cheek with her hand.

'It was perfect,' she said, leaning forward and kissing him. There was still a longing in those blue eyes however. 'Can you go again?' she asked, this time in a more cheeky voice.

'Maybe if you take me to your room,' he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

'Sounds like a deal to me.'

The long-awaited Ashe chapter, hope it was worth the wait. Not the last you'll see of her, that's for sure.

Feels good to have something to post, been so busy with life recently. Still struggling to get a new job, but I've found myself with a girl in my life again, so that's nice. Maybe by 2020 I'll be all set up and will have nothing left to worry about. One can hope. Hope you're all well, thanks for taking the time to read this story.