Venara smiled as she heard a voice call to her from outside. She took one last glance in the mirror to make sure everything was as it should be, and she was pleased with what she saw. Her glossy red hair was arranged in loose curls that tumbled over her shoulders. Her new green eyes were framed with carefully applied black liner and just a hint of gold around the outer edges. Her lips were painted full and red, and her figure-hugging dress combined warm brown tones with patterned accents of red and gold that were echoed throughout the jewellery she wore.

Since the latest of many acts of aggression against her people, red had rapidly come into fashion as a sign of respect for the fallen. It had always been a colour that set Venara's heart racing, so this suited her well. Sin'dorei they now called themselves, or Blood Elves to those of less sophisticated tongues. A race that remained beautiful, proud and strong despite how much they had had to bleed to get to where they were today. It was a romantic tale, and one she was proud to have survived.

She made her way to the door of her regrettably modest apartment, and her face lit up as she opened it to greet her visitor. Tyranthis stood there, eyes running over her appreciatively with that gleam that always made her breath quicken. The hours she had spent on her appearance that morning were all for him. Were always for him.

Not that the exchange of effort was one sided by any means. He himself was as flawless as ever. His long black hair was pulled off his angular face in a half ponytail that shone in the midday sun. His tunic and pants clung to him in a way that proudly displayed his athletic frame, and his rings and pendant matched his already decorative outfit in a way that managed not to overwhelm the senses. He really did have an eye for beauty, which made her feel all the more grateful that she had been able to catch his eye at all.

"You look absolutely perfect today," Tyranthis announced proudly. Her stomach fluttered in delight. "I was going to suggest a walk to our bench on this fine day, but perhaps I might step inside for a moment first?"

He quirked an eyebrow, and Venara tried not to let her giddiness show as she stepped back and allowed him through the door. She gently closed it behind him, oh so agonisingly slowly, and then the moment it clicked shut he was upon her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she was spun round and pushed up against the door, and her lover began kissing her neck and running his hands along her body. Her eyes closed as she ran her fingers through his hair, lightly grazing his scalp with her fingertips in the way that she knew he loved.

"Lift your dress," he commanded while nibbling her earlobe, and she gladly obeyed, gathering the material of the skirt in her hands and pulling it up to sit around her waist.

"And the rest."

She pulled at her underwear and allowed it to drop to the floor, carefully stepping out of it and nudging it to one side with her boot. She then began tugging at his pants, and his hands slid over hers to help her accomplish her task. His lips found hers then, and he lifted one of her legs, pushing her knee up against her torso. And then at last he was inside her, his soft grunts evidence of how much he needed to be.

She did her best to angle her hips towards him despite her awkward position, enabling him to maintain an easy, steady rhythm. He pulled his face back from hers then to take in the sight of her splayed against the door before him, and his eyes shone with satisfaction.

"Now!" he gasped, and pulled out of her as she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, employing every trick she knew to make the finish a spectacular one for him. It didn't take long.

He grabbed the back of her head and held her close against him as he climaxed, his breath stopping for a moment until it came shuddering out in a gasp. She braced herself and swallowed everything as best she could, continuing to pleasure him until he signalled that he was done.

"Okay," he patted her head softly, trying to catch his breath, "okay."

She licked her lips and swallowed once more, happy to have pleased him. Grabbing her underwear from the floor she rose to her feet, and began to put her appearance back together again so she could join him on his proposed walk. Once they were both ready to be seen in public, she took his arm and allowed him to lead her through the centre of what was left of the once great city.