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Akali wanted the whole tour bus experience.
With K/DA's latest hit taking the music scene by storm, management has become more inclined with investing in their popstars, leaving them with few they could ever want for — and that's not even counting the spending funds Ahri and Evelynn are capable of pulling in with their cosmetics and fragrance lines. For every concert, every appearance, and every tour, they have first-class tickets and lavish accommodations — courtesy of one source of funding or the other — avoiding the need for cramped tour buses and second-rate hotels/motels in their entirety.
But Akali wanted the tour bus experience, and Ahri is nothing if not generous… and prone to spoiling everybody else simply because she can.
So it's with that in mind that K/DA ends up in a tour bus for the Western leg of their tour, and it's with that in mind that Evelynn — who would never be caught dead in a bus — only just manages to quell her irritation, woman the hell up, and take it like a champ.
Except, unlike Ahri, who spoils Akali simply because she takes pride in being the "favourite unnie" (gag — and also incorrect), Evelynn spoils Akali because…
Well, she's kind of in love with Akali. Not that they've ever breached that territory yet. She's a reputable enigma, she has to keep some cards close to her chest — even when Akali's already blown up the rest of her walls sky-high and left nothing but disgusting, gooey feelings in her wake. The nerve. The absolute audacity. Evelynn would be pissed if she didn't adore her so much.
Although, Evelynn has to admit that she's still a little pissed now.
It's the fifth time she's been roused from her beauty sleep by the tour bus jostling over uneven pavement, tucked into one of the bunk beds with nothing but a thick curtain blocking her off from the set of bunks on the opposite side. There's music coming out of the "living area" of the bus (although calling it that is already too generous) and the distant pitter-patter of rain and the reverberating hum of the engine and the constant noise chafes on Evelynn's already fraying temper.
If they'd used the plane, they would already be at a hotel close to the venue right now. She'd be getting her beauty sleep tucked next to Akali. She can't even have that because the bunks are barely singles; the next pothole they hit would toss one of them down onto the corridor floor.
In fact, it already has. They learned that lesson the first night in.
Gods, the things she suffers for Akali.
Evelynn decides, ultimately, that she won't be getting any sleep until they hit the motel (gag, again) that marks the halfway point (why is America so fucking large) and shoves the eyemask off of her head, throwing it in the corner of her bunk out of spite. If she can't get a lick of sleep, she'll have to occupy herself somehow, and — judging by the type of music playing in the "living area" — she knows just how to do it.
Lashers extending from her back, she rolls the curtains aside and hops out of her bunk (top bunk, of course), eyeing the ones on the opposite side and noting that they're both occupied. Good. Ahri and Kai'sa are asleep, which means they can't be annoying little nuisances (she thinks in begrudging adoration).
Stepping past another set of curtains separating the sleeping area of the tour bus, Evelynn finds the subject of her impending occupation sprawled out on the booth with her laptop screen bisected into two windows: a mixing program and a music program. Her head is bobbing up and down in time with the beat of a mellow R&B song wafting from the tinny laptop speakers, tongue poking out from between her lips, face all but pressed against her notebook as she doodles all along the margins — she's dressed in an oversized black shirt and boxers that nearly disappear under the hem of it and Evelynn doubts she'll ever see a sight as good in this cramped, gods-forsaken bus.
She allows herself the time to watch Akali for a few minutes, lashers coiled as a counterbalance to help her keep her footing as the bus rolls down the freeway at a moderate pace.
Akali's so invested in her doodling that she doesn't seem to notice the demon prowling at the edges of her line of sight; she keeps her head down, eyes steady and focused on adding weight to the lineart, one foot hitched up on the seat to turn her thigh into a makeshift table even though the booth has a perfectly good one for her to use already. It's only when she lifts her arms and stretches out the aching muscles of her shoulders that she notices Evelynn there, startling but then smiling, "Oh, hey Eve! Whatcha doing up?"
Evelynn's first instinct is to smile, but she has a role to play right now and instead pulls her features into a scowl, feigning examining her nails under the bus' overhead lights. "What do you think? I can't sleep with all this racket, and the bus is moving constantly."
"Oh, shit, sorry, is my music too loud?" Akali instantly bolts into action, much to Evelynn's inward amusement, scrambling fingers over the trackpad of her laptop to lower the volume. "Sorry, baby—" Evelynn suppresses a shiver at the pet name; this game is hard, damn it, "—I didn't realise how loud it was."
"Mmhm, and the bus?" Evelynn flicks her eyes up to pin Akali with an expectant glare, purring when it seems to have the desired effect. A soft blush rises to colour Akali's cheeks. Though the poor lighting makes it near invisible, Evelynn can taste it in the air, nice and tart on the tip of her tongue.
"It's not like I can make the bus stop moving by sheer force of will."
"A shame," Evelynn says, taking one step closer, then another. Her fuzzy slippers don't have the same resonating click as any of her favourite pair of heels, but the sheer power of her posture more than makes up for it. "It's late and I can't even catch a wink of sleep. Oh, whatever shall I do?"
She watches, pleased and satisfied, as Akali's eyes widen in realisation, her spine straightening in her seat. The notepad and pen are promptly shoved almost to the far edge of the table, all at once disinterested in it.
"Sounds a bit like a you problem," Akali points out, but the trickle of interest in her voice and the eddying warmth in her eyes belie the flippance of her words. She's caught: hook, line, and sinker.
"And if I make it your problem?"
Another step closer, her looming figure casting a shadow on Akali as she blocks out the yellow light. Akali's chest rises and falls with every quick, anticipatory breath.
"What—" A flash of pink, Akali's tongue swiping at her lips, "—do you want me to do about it?"
Evelynn finally allows herself to smile then, a flash of white teeth in her own shadow — a knife of a smile, sharp and glinting, the kind that often sends men running but draws Akali closer instead, stalwart and unflinching.
"I don't know," she starts with feigned disinterest but with a look that says anything but, "What do you wanna do about it?"
And then she slides smoothly onto Akali's lap.
The contact is like a starting pistol fired in the air. Akali moves so quickly and so determinedly that Evelynn, in all her supernatural wonder, almost fails to track it, only just managing to tilt her head as Akali swoops in to kiss her.
It's a fierce and hungry thing, born from the days they've spent on the road and always surrounded by people; desperate, tongues spilling past the click of teeth, knuckles bone-white as they grab onto each other like women possessed by a singular need to consume. Evelynn barely suppresses a groan, chokes on it as Akali pushes into her mouth and maps its warmth with each stroke of her tongue. She retaliates by grinding down, dragging herself along the tops of Akali's thighs, turning the tables and pushing past Akali's parted lips when she inevitably gasps.
"The things I do for you, little rogue," Evelynn hisses, teeth latching onto Akali's lower lip and biting down hard enough to make her groan, purring when she feels Akali's hands wrap around the curves of her ass and pull her closer, practically grinding against the hard planes of Akali's stomach. "The things I'll do to you."
"Fuck," comes the eloquent response, the expletive sweet on Evelynn's tongue as she lets it spill into her mouth. "Fuck, Eve, do you know how much I've been missing this? Missing you?"
"Sweet little thing," Evelynn husks with a low laugh. Even through the growing heat, affection catches on her chest, and she breaks from their little game to press a chaste kiss on Akali's forehead, right between her eyebrows. "I think I get the gist of it."
For a second, they still and settle, looking at each other with all the adoration in the world; Evelynn loves this woman, she truly does, to the ends of the earth and back.
"Then let's not waste any time?" The sweetness in Akali's tone melts back into a different kind of heat, low and simmering, a rolling boil as she tugs on Evelynn's ass and causes her to start grinding again. "While they're still asleep and the driving cabin's door is closed. I need you, baby."
Evelynn finally lets herself shiver at that, nodding and tossing her head back, sighing when she feels Akali begin to mouth down the sides and the column of her throat. "Whatever you want, darling."
"I want you."
"Then take me." Evelynn throws her head back further, gasping when she feels Akali suck patches of skin into her searing mouth, leaving hickeys in her wake as she moves from one spot to the next.
Ahri's gonna have both their heads — the amount of concealer they'd likely need before their next show would be astonishing — but Evelynn can't find it in her to care. Hells, she'd wear the marks proudly for all the world to see, reputation be damned. She'd let the world burn with the knowledge that Akali's mouth had been on and all over her.
"Evelynn," Akali mumbles against her collarbone, a reverential thing as those terribly soft lips sweep down to mouth at the swell of her breasts through the satin fabric of her nightshirt. "You're so fucking beautiful."
All Evelynn can answer with is an exhalation of pleasure, fingers burying into Akali's black-and-blonde hair as Akali's mouth closes around one nipple, pebbling it with the tip of her tongue. It sends a bolt of heat straight down to the apex of her thighs, throbbing, begging. "Akali, please."
"I got you," comes the murmured response, one hand drifting away from her ass to move to her front. Evelynn holds her breath as agile fingers dip below the waistband of her shorts and underwear, plunging further, palm-up and cupping between her legs and — gods — it's enough to send sparks shooting up Evelynn's spine, mouth falling open as she begins to grind down. "That's it, baby, grind on me just like that."
It had been such a pleasant surprise, the first time Evelynn discovered that Akali's a talker — and a damn good one, in her own biased opinion. Before they got together, Evelynn preferred her partners quiet and submissive; she's a dominant person, after all, and the last thing she'd needed at the time was to complicate her flings with things like dynamics. None of them ever lasted longer than a night anyway. It had been easier to hump 'em and dump 'em. Evelynn didn't have the time for words, didn't even want to make time for them, she simply had much better things to do.
And then Akali happened, and Evelynn was thrown for a loop: she's an enthusiastic switch with the cockiness to boot. The first time they slept together, Evelynn had come twice in the span of five minutes to the sound of Akali's voice; the first was nothing but praise, the second filthy and derogatory, and Evelynn was too busy trembling from the mind-bending high to even pick a favourite.
To be honest, over the course of their relationship they've always tried to put it to the test, only to end up with the conclusion that it doesn't really matter: as long as it's Akali, Evelynn would always be a goner. Hells, she could read the fucking table of elements and it would turn Evelynn on.
Evelynn would be embarrassed if she didn't feel so damn good.
"You can grind harder, baby," Akali encourages, words slurred as she turns her attention to the other nipple, laving it with her tongue through satin. "I know you want to come so bad. Let me make you feel good, okay?"
"Fuck, Akali," Evelynn groans, blinking back the consuming whiteness that threatens to fill her vision. The hand still on her ass goads her, squeezing and kneading and pulling, and Evelynn's hips begin to work double-time in desperation.
With each thrust forward, Evelynn can feel Akali's palm and fingers draw against her clit and through her folds; swells of pleasure rising and falling, coming and going in tidal waves, pulling soft whines from Evelynn's throat that are barely bitten back to keep from rousing their bandmates or calling the attention of the hired driver just a closed door beyond. She can feel how wet she is with every drag of her sex against Akali's open hand, can almost hear each obscene squelch — the sound only makes her hornier, wetter, an endless cycle as she tries to grind harder and faster to Akali's whispered coaxing against her breast.
"You're so wet for me, baby," Akali mumbles, sweeping open-mouthed kisses back up to her neck; the raw feeling of Akali's tongue, without the barrier of her clothes again, sends Evelynn's mind into a tailspin. "Is this getting you going? Making yourself come in my lap with everybody else just a few feet away?"
"Don't stop," Evelyn manages to eke out, half-strangled in a low moan. She feels so fucking good right now, doesn't want it to ever stop; thank the gods for tour buses, honestly, she mentally adds the experience to her bucket list and promptly crosses it off in satisfaction. "Fuck, keep talking, darling, please—"
"You're incredible," Akali says, lips moving to wrap around an earlobe and tug, smirk pressed against skin. "Dirty little princess, you never told me you were an exhibitionist. You've been holding out on me, Eve?"
"Oh, fuck—"
"Where next, huh? Where else do you want me? The dressing room? The limo?" There's a soft bark of laughter, hot against Evelynn's ear, and then the hand between her legs is shifting; two fingers crook up, curling, and when Evelynn thrusts they slip inside her and — "Want me to fuck you on the stage, baby?"
"Fuck, Akali—"
"This is really doing it for you," Akali laughs again, equal parts light amusement and bone-deep hunger; to be frank, Evelynn's too busy clenching hard around Akali's thrusting fingers to feel even a little bit embarrassed by how much she's turned on. "Fuck, you're so hot, baby. Come for me."
Akali's fingers twist further inside of her, curling to hit the spot that never fails to make her gasp and writhe, walls beckoning them deeper until she feels Akali's hips buck up to strengthen each thrust and it's so loud and it's so filthy and it's so fucking good—
"Akali," Evelynn begs, finally tipping her head down to meet her lover's brilliant blue eyes, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "Kiss me."
And so Akali does, lips crashing together to silence Evelynn's swelling moans, peaking—
She's gonna come on Akali's lap in a fucking, gods-forsaken tour bus and Evelynn can taste electricity on her tongue — fuck, she's gonna come—
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
The sound of Ahri's voice sends them scrambling away from each other, Evelynn nearly falling to the floor before Akali manages to catch her and pull her up onto the seat beside her. Their heads whip around to find Ahri fucking glaring at them from between the curtains, disheveled and very much awake.
"... Oops?"
Evelyn lets out a groan, mourning the orgasm that she'd been so close to — the orgasm that's already ebbing away as Akali levels Ahri with a smile that's only a little bit embarrassed.
"That's all you can say for yourselves? Oops?!"
"Sorry, unnie," Akali continues, although — much to Evelyn's tentative amusement — she doesn't sound very sorry. "Got a bit carried away is all."
Ahri glares at her some more, judging the terribly unapologetic tone of her voice, before deciding that it's probably not worth the battle. Instead, she turns to Evelynn and narrows her eyes, squinting. "And what do you have to say?"
A lesser woman would've keeled over. Evelynn, however, is not a lesser woman.
Despite the irritation still buzzing under her skin at the complete and utter mood-breaker, Evelynn manages to hitch her chin up proudly — if not a little bit smugly — and toss back a pointed glare of her own. "If you're waiting for me to apologise for finally getting railed, Foxy, you're gonna have to wait until I'm dead."
To which all Ahri could do is groan and hang her head. "Guys. Do not have sex in the tour bus, please."
"Yeah," comes another voice from beyond the curtains; looks like their shenanigans roused Kai'sa too but, judging by the cotton in her voice, she's not likely to stay awake for long.
"Still not apologising," Evelynn sniffs, grinning as Ahri rolls her eyes and ducks back behind the curtains.
With the mood completely and thoroughly interrupted, Evelynn's left with a gum-aching hunger and damp, ruined panties — which is just… great, fan-fucking-tastic, but then she turns to look at Akali and the foul, faintly-disappointed taste in her mouth withers just like that.
"Sorry," Akali whispers, a small smile on her face as Evelynn pulls a couple wads of tissue from the nearby box and starts to clean her wetness from Akali's fingers before the rogue could pop them into her mouth and make Evelynn really want to kill Ahri for interrupting. "Wait for me?"
Fucking puppy-dog eyes. Fucking tour bus.
"Of course, darling," Evelynn sighs, affection welling in her chest as she pinches Akali's cheek and pulls. "But you better make it worth the wait."
"You know I'm good for it." Akali's smile turns wicked, all teeth and canines, leaning closer to wrap a hand around Evelynn's hip and squeeze. The fire in her gut simmers to life, but they've already toed (read: trampled) the line of decency once tonight. The next time, Ahri might actually force them to walk the rest of the way to the next town.
"So I do." With a sigh of defeat, Evelynn shifts and tugs on Akali's arms, settling them down on the booth with her lover sprawled out on top of her, one arm wrapped around Akali's back and the other pillowed under her own head.
"Hey, Eve?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Thank you for coming on the tour bus with me," Akali mumbles, face pressing into the crook of Evelynn's neck, and Evelynn feels the words get caught in her throat because fuck — fuck — she loves this woman and she's gonna be the end of her.
"Of course, Akali," is all she manages to say, in lieu of telling her that she'd do anything for her.
It's not like it needs to be said.
After all, Akali wanted the whole tour bus experience, and here Evelynn is, with her and under her, enjoying herself all the same.
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