A/N

I don't know why I was inviting myself into unknown territory here. Somehow, I always wanted to turn the tables on our two heroes in a cell and see where this experiment would take me because I adore their dynamic. Speaking of their dynamic, I blame a very nice talk with Buntheridon (thank you!) that inspired me in the most positive way to keep this no longer hidden on my computer but to get it published. I always liked balancing dark and light, convinced the one is in need of the other. This takes place just after the Battle for Lordaeron cinematic of BfA. Three chapters planned. Also, I would like to add the following tags: "Strip Tease, Dance of Power, Growing Attraction and Slow Teasing" so you know what to expect. The rest is for your imagination!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Windcage and Taedae. And you, Jaybird9876!

ORGRIMMAR, KALIMDOR

There was dead silence around him in the darkness. A slight breeze now and then to cool the warm, dry air, as if a cavern with water was close. It was a fitting situation for him, escaping the collapse of Lordaeron's throne room only to watch the Horde's airship propel forward - driven by the Warchief's fury of them being able to flee thanks to Lady Jaina Proudmoore's abilities - colliding head-on with Jaina's ship. He found himself thrown overboard and now a prisoner in Orgrimmar, captured by the Banshee Queen, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner and present Warchief of the Horde, herself.

Anduin Wrynn, High King of the Alliance and King of Stormwind, was huddled on a bench in a cell, sweating in his full plate armor, his hands chained, self-abhorrence and self-reproach his companions. Why hadn't he paid enough attention to his surroundings? When the ships crashed, he had tried to hold onto something, only to be grabbed by a cold hand and pulled over. He still wondered how it all happened, but that was beside the point now. Why, in the name of all people of Azeroth, was he here when he was badly needed somewhere else? He tried not to think of what the three he had left behind - Jaina Proudmoore, Alleria Windrunner and Genn Greymane - would just do in this situation.

His shortcomings as a leader had been apparent this time. Too young. A leadership role that was forced upon him, having never led an army through a war before. And the Banshee Queen steps ahead of him at every turn, inexperienced as he was. His father's words always present 'what a king must do'. He had tried his best – and yet he was still struggling to feel deserving of the throne. And it wasn't that he didn't know what he was called – off the record, of course. A foolish weak-minded buffoon, and worse, a stupid teen who was High King only because of his father. As if the everyday trials in the world of Azeroth weren't enough! Desperation overtook him. Desperation and weariness. If he only knew what would await him... Anduin sighed.

What a difference a day made. From going into battle at the gates of Lordaeron, watching the horrors of the battlefield, to healing then fighting again, to chasing the Warchief of the Horde to the throne room, where he requested she surrender or die. Her answer, 'you've won nothing', rubbed in his face still remained with him, underlining again how his status was inferior to that of hers, she who was a powerful enemy, held back by nothing, being herself a dangerous undead elf with the heart of a warrior. He told himself that there was no sense in sorting out the mess that had led him into this prison because his mind was dead-tired. Overanalyzing, most likely.

He leaned his head back, against the dry rocks, trying to adjust to the darkness around him. To illuminate his clouded heart. He was too exhausted to find sleep although he had been on his feet almost a day now. Not knowing in which direction this night would go left a feeling of uneasiness in him. The chains around his wrists rattled when he brushed the hair out of his face and closed his eyes for a moment while adapting to the quiet and stillness of the dungeon.

Some distance away from him in Grommash Hold, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner had an in-depth discussion after the battle for Lordaeron with the leaders of the Horde. The troll Rokhan, the orc Eitrigg, the tauren Baine Bloodhoof, the blood elf Lor'Themar Theron and even First Arcanist Thalyssra from the Nightborne took part. And they all together weren't even slightly interested in hearing her plans. The word 'honor' had been used not only once in their words but over ten times. And she was in no way prepared for their unanimous decision to make an exchange for High Overlord Varok Saurfang, who had been in turn taken prisoner by the Alliance.

She knew it wasn't an honorable thing – as if 'honor' was important, she sneered to herself, inwardly – to have tricked and captured the young King of Stormwind, but the possibility had been given and had been taken.

In the end, she realized, she would have to accept that he was to be freed the next day for Saurfang's sake, but maybe she could negotiate one night. One night with him. It must be enough...

Sick of the arguments she had to endure – as if the actions of the Warchief of the Horde had to be questioned at all! - and angry, she went down to the place where she had ordered the High King of the Alliance be taken by her Dark Rangers, not trusting anyone else with that task. She hadn't even told Nathanos, whom she usually trusted the most, where the prisoner was held to discourage him from any bold ideas. No. The young king was hers and hers alone tonight. And a long night it would be for him, indeed. The thought lifted her spirits.

When she entered the dungeon alone, only her heels clicking on the stone floor as she neared his cell at the end of the row, closest to the rocky walls, Anduin knew immediately it was her. Lady Sylvanas Windrunner. Of all the Horde leaders, it must be the Warchief herself that he had to withstand now? The bitter sentiment of the winner taking it all coursed through him. The Dark Lady in a dark cell with him, he thought, trying to give the moment a poetic note to cover his despair. Why not Baine Bloodhoof? With the kind tauren it was at least possible to negotiate in peace.

He wasn't sure how he'd survived the conversation he had had with her only hours ago, and didn't know what to make of all the mocking and insults he had been confronted with. Was he afraid? He didn't know what to expect from her. Not after... this mess. Not after she had blighted her own city in front of his eyes, only for him not to take possession of it. What was there to talk about? It wasn't as if she wouldn't offer him... a truce, though likely for more than he was worth. What price would the Alliance have to pay?

"Look at you." Meaningful words spoken as she entered, letting the cell's door click into place.

She had brought a candle with her though, which lit the dungeon a little. Was it a sign that all wasn't lost in the dark? Anduin's strong tendency towards optimism liked to interpret it that way. When she took a seat next to him on the bench – which puzzled him - she placed it on the floor.

If he weren't so exhausted, he would have laughed. It was almost romantic. Was there something he had missed? She had quoted her first words to him from the last time they had seen each other in person, in the throne room of Lordaeron. It seemed a lifetime ago. Weary as he was, he got to the point quickly. Diplomatic politeness was wasted here.

"What do you want, Lady Windrunner?"

Sylvanas' mouth twitched, understanding in an instant what he really wanted to know. Her voice sounded a little amused. "Before we get to giving answers, I'll enjoy having you at my mercy, boy-king."

He was being teased. But at her mercy?

Anduin's eyes widened. At first, he wondered about the hidden message in her words, then gradually it dawned on him that she perhaps wanted to continue the cat-and-mouse-game they had started when he had chased her through Lordaeron. A creepy feeling made him realize what it could imply to have to surrender to a Banshee Queen. Was he ready for such a thing?

"I won't give in if that's what you're implying." Was all he scoffed, sounding more confident than he really was.

She turned towards him, long brows frowned.

"Is the young king sure about that? The earlier you consent, the faster you may get out." She glared. "Serve me well, and you will be rewarded."

Easy spoken. Easy done. He believed every word she said. He turned towards her as well and answered as calmly as he could – although he was far from feeling calm – in his soft, now a bit shaky voice. "Then tell me what you want."

She tilted her head, smirking. "That would spoil the fun of the game, right? It's easy. I'm in command. You obey. And you will know if you pleased me or not."

She leaned towards him. "Shall we begin?"

Anduin swallowed but couldn't take his eyes away from her face. The piercing red eyes, glowing in the dim light of the candle, peeking from under long curled black lashes. The full and curved dark lips, twitching. Her long, elegant and pale brows. The high-pointed ears under the hood she always wore which hid most of her long platinum hair. A look, hard for him to decipher. If she despised him that much, why would she spend time with him instead of doing much more pleasant things? Or whatever it was the Warchief of the Horde did in her spare time.

Two could play this game that's what he did know. Was he up for it? Was he really? A voice inside him told him he wasn't on the winning side. Skilled as he may be at spell work by wielding the Light, it was impossible here, he had already tried. Chained. In her hands.

An inscrutable smile played around her lips. "Done with leering?"

He blushed and turned away. No answer was needed, right?

She lifted her chin slightly, and the almost friendly atmosphere changed suddenly to a colder one. "Enough of the pleasantries. I swore to myself that one day I would bring the Alliance to its knees. Since I have you here, you will do so as well. - Now. On your knees."

Words spoken in that cruel and harsh voice of hers. Demanding. Anduin swallowed again. Had he feared it would come to the worst? Maybe. Was there nothing else left other than to follow her orders? But he wouldn't do so without one question answered.

"Who else did this for you?"

"Not a king before." She mocked him.

Anduin looked her straight in the eyes, assuming of whom she was talking of and chose simple, determined words. "I'm not Arthas."

His reaction - mentioning the name of her personal nemesis – was unexpected, making her immediately angry. Her voice turned abrasive. "You try my patience dangerously. You are a thorn in my side. A thorn that should be eradicated, but those fools above won't let me do what should be done. At least not today and not tomorrow. So this night is all I have. With you." She gritted her teeth. "You will be at my mercy. The whole night. You will do as I say."

"That is where you are wrong." Anduin answered her defiantly, his eyes glistening.

"Let's see, boy-king. Let's see." She answered him with those red eyes that pierced right through him. "Now. On your knees."

"So you're doing what?"

"Teaching you to obey me?"

With that snappish remark she reached for his chains and pulled, making Anduin - who hadn't predicted her quick move - fall down from the bench with a jerk. He landed with both his knees and hands on the floor. After a short moment of surprise, his chains rattled when he straightened up, clenching his fists.

"Now. You want to beg for your life?"

He just looked highly indignantly at her, mulling over the fact that he was indeed at her mercy. And that no one would come to save him? He had to endure this all night long? With nothing to help him through? In the dim light, a small touch of hopelessness engulfed him. A feeling of dread he could not shake away immediately. He wasn't competing on truly equal terms with the experienced Warchief of the Horde.

Anduin closed his eyes, steeling himself for the oncoming confrontation. May it be of physical or mental nature, he didn't know. And this was just the beginning! Among other feelings, it made him slightly furious that he hadn't foreseen any of this. He tapped into his inner strength to go forward. The Light inside him was there and it gave him leverage - although he couldn't use it here. His anger boiled. He definitely felt more in the mood to crush her.

When he opened his blue eyes again he was greeted by the sarcastic look of the Warchief of the Horde who had merely watched him, curling her lip. Alright, Anduin thought defiantly again. I'm not broken, yet.

Digging right in, he held his hands up. "You won't unchain me?"

Sylvanas glanced at him, only the brows frowning. "You didn't really expect me to."

She leaned forward a bit more. He was still on the floor on his knees. As if she wanted to encourage him, her voice changed to a slightly less cruel tone. "Isn't the young king skilled in so many things? Prove it. Come forward."

That was when Anduin knew for certain that he wasn't able to escape the situation and he couldn't risk everything on a chance. Deep inside, he tried to find his determination – the determination he always had when convinced he was doing the right thing. It wasn't there this time, but he needed it to fight his way through the... unknown. He suspected that she wanted to humiliate him. To satisfy her cravings, which varied considerably as an undead?

"Come. Forward."

The repetition of her words tore him back from his musings. Time to act? Yes.

Slowly, he slid forward, towards her. He came to a stop in front of her parted legs and swallowed, suddenly feeling the moment's intimacy. He had never considered... Even thinking about it made him break out in a sweat. Perspiration-slicked blonde hair and a pair of wide blue eyes risked a glance from down below, only to find her looking back at him, smirking.

"Undress yourself for me. But do it slowly. I want to enjoy the spectacle."

Anduin held his breath. So that's where this intermezzo was leaning towards? Of course... he had to strip in front of her, being completely and utterly at her mercy. He guessed that's what she had wanted all along. Well aware that being naked would make him more vulnerable, he nevertheless started slowly moving back so he had enough room to take off his armor. He could feel that her whole focus was on him, not on their surroundings. Not used to have one's attention being solely drawn to him – Anduin interacted with a lot of people, a side effect of being the heir of Stormwind - a surprising feeling of heat though not entirely unwanted coursed through him as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing, still in her reach. He closed his eyes, knowing how to undress himself by heart.

He started with his gauntlets, putting them on one side. The armguards followed. So did the heavy shoulder pauldrons with the lion's emblem. Unbuckling all the gear wasn't easy with the chains around his wrists, but he managed better with his bare fingers. The blue-golden sashes he wore over his shoulders fell to his knees, now freed. The breastplate with the lion's head in front was a bit more difficult to loosen, especially with the metal collar attached. He fumbled for a while, patiently, succeeded and put it carefully on top of his other pieces. The sweat pearls that had already formed on his forehead doubled in number due to the heat in his cell. He paused for a moment and enjoyed the cooling breeze that came in once more, eyes still closed. After he took a deep breath, he let his hands wander down to his hips to open the greatbelt. It fell away from his sweaty palms and echoed loudly as it hit the floor; the only noise in the silence around them. His blue-golden tabard was gone too, having been fixed to the belt. That had been the easiest part to do while being kept in chains. His tight leather shirt would be next, but he wanted to turn to his legs first, feeling an itch in him to get rid of the warm armor. If Anduin was honest to himself, a part of him welcomed taking his plates off.

He opened his eyes and stood up, realizing that her glowing red eyes were still on him. He had almost forgotten Lady Windrunner was there, but the awareness of her presence suddenly crashed down on him, making him uncertain. Should he slow down? He decided against it.

He got rid of both kneeguards and the stompers, leaving him barefoot. The chains clinked softly while he worked and his golden-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail slid over his shoulder as he bent down. Straightening up, he took a reluctant step towards the bench and put his left foot first on the edge, balancing his leg to unbuckle the legplates more easily.

A strange feeling overcame him suddenly when he stole a quick glance at the Warchief who sat next to him and he saw her gaze gliding along his legs, getting stuck in the middle. Anduin felt exposed, aware of the tight leather pants which didn't hide his muscled legs and drew the outline of his firm buttocks very clearly. He had to swallow before he did the same with his other leg. Heat coursed through him again and it wasn't from the warm temperature in the dungeon.

He stepped back from the bench and a bit away from her. Although he knew how to undress himself by heart, it was completely different doing so in front of somebody. Doing it in front of her. The Warchief of the Horde. His enemy. And in her own kind of way, a very attractive warrior – the candle's light threw a warm shimmer on her otherwise pale skin and painted her hard-featured face with soft edges, emphasizing the beauty of her face.

Bringing his attention back to his leather shirt, he tried to concentrate on the task at hand -

A sudden pull at his chains dragged him a step forward, closer to her again. He snatched a look at her.

"This is not how it's done to please me, young king." She stated plainly and a bit short-tempered. "I trust you will waste my time in your favor. No need to rush. Don't you enjoy others watching?"

Anduin blushed deeply. So she assumed... he knew what he was doing? Although a bit of relief washed over him, this was far worse than he had thought. His heart beating rapidly, his throat dry, he wasn't able to speak a word. His only answer was a lift of his eyebrows.

Since his plates were away now, he took great care with his next step, ensuring to slowly unbutton his leather shirt. His hands started to tremble a bit, but he tried to hide it behind gradual movements. Was it the disquiet? The excitement? He couldn't decide. Perhaps both. He tried to keep himself calm. Now what?

His gaze went straight back to her. She kept an eye on him, scrutinizing him silently. Those piercing red eyes, they still glowed in the soft light of the candle.

The rush of feelings that went through him were hard to describe. On the one hand, he felt a kind of power, the power of knowing she was watching him and he was solely in her focus. On the other hand he felt awkward and shy, still guessing... where she wanted this to go. Which doom – because that's what it very likely was - awaited him in the end. And what he could do about it.

And yet, Anduin decided to continue taking off his shirt, stripping it over his broad shoulders, along his arms to the hands and down to his hands, casting it off until it hung on the chains. His slim white undershirt, soaked with sweat was quickly done – just a soft pull on the cord and the undershirt was open. Underneath he was naked. It was peculiar to remove the undershirt he so loved to wear, especially in Stormwind's cold nights, showing her his bare skin. He struggled again because he was chained and therefore hindered, but he managed better by turning around, showing her his back while he moved it off with a shrug, being stripped to the waist now. He welcomed the next slight breeze through the cell with a sigh of relief as it hit his hot skin, leaning his head back, the long ponytail gliding down his back while he relaxed his muscles.

While she was letting her complacent gaze wander across the young king's athletic back, she heard his sigh. What was he sighing about? She wondered -

And this was the moment Anduin swiveled around and threw a look in her direction – and suddenly they both could feel it. A tension setting in. Delicate. Subtle. Magnetic. Even the change in Sylvanas' gaze from scrutiny towards something like pleasure was apparent.

Anduin didn't know how gorgeous he was to look at. He had a lean figure. His body was in excellent shape. Well-built from all the recent exercise. The bright blue eyes and the golden-blonde hair, supported by the smooth, pale skin with a silky sheen because it was way too hot in the dungeon, added to his celestial appearance.

Though undead, Sylvanas had never lost track of beauty when she saw it, it was part of every elf's nature. And she had to admit that the half naked young human king in front of her was a sight to behold. She would've never guessed such a graceful and appealing person – almost elf-like! - resided underneath the bulky armor he wore on the battlefield, but here he was, proving her wrong.

Anduin couldn't help but feel turned on and encouraged by her mesmerizing gaze. She liked what she saw. The striptease had felt wrong in the beginning, but gradually he began to acquire a taste for it. The flow of power that came along with it was immense and overwhelming. Similar to the moment of him summoning the Light. He would have loved to convince her that he was worth more than a night's toy. Maybe... maybe he could gain much more from this night than he had ever thought?

Not having lost eye contact to her while he stood there, he carried on although there was not much left to undress and the underpart of his clothing was easier to take off since there were no chains at his feet. Turn it into a performance. Delay your own unveiling.

Always keeping an eye on her, seeing how she observed the flexing of his muscles – curious as to what she, being undead, could be hungry for - he turned to his trousers and promptly blushed again because he was about to stand in front of the Warchief of the Horde in all his naked glory. However, until now she had preferred to stay silent, so Anduin believed he had done something right. Opening the button fly proved to be difficult and Anduin overcame shyness. He closed his eyes when he opened the last button and slid the trousers down his muscular legs to step out of them. Only the briefs remained, and while feeling proud and uncertain at the same time, Anduin started to put on a show for her.

Being aware of his body like never before, he turned around and he bent down, presenting her with his perfectly modeled bare ass while taking his time to strip down his last piece of clothing. Postpone her pleasure a little. There was a sudden movement on the bench which seemed to confirm she wasn't as calm as she wanted to be. His chains clinked as a response, suddenly getting excited from his own bravery. Deciding not to just let the briefs sail down to his feet, but to move them down with one of his hands, sliding them gently down the skin of his whole leg until they were at his feet, he finally straightened up, slowly, and stepped out of them, first with his one foot, then with the other, still presenting her his backside. Somehow he was glad that his formal gear was gone. It was like... freeing himself of a burden.

Another short breeze of air felt good on his heated skin and Anduin reopened his eyes while turning around. Only to catch another pleasing look from Sylvanas. His behavior was shocking to himself, yet gratifyingly effective when he observed her approval. His blush deepened.

"Like what you see?" He rasped, still not sure of his voice, amazed by his own courage and the need in him to know.

Hell, merely looking at Anduin was enough to excite Sylvanas against her will. Shown a young athletic body with taut and perfect skin. Alive. The soft boy of Varian Wrynn had just turned into a fine specimen of a man – and she was suddenly reminded of Nathanos and former times. Damn, what was this thing the Windrunner girls had for human males? Both of their sisters had burned for a human as well,l and she wasn't that far away – again. The young king was a delicious and precious toy for her. And she was hungry. Hungry for more excitement than politics and war and chasing a solution for her Forsaken to survive longer. She would take what she wanted and then... leave him behind. Because he was distracting her... quite a bit. Realizing that he looked almost smug while asking his question, Sylvanas thought about teaching him another lesson. After all, she was still the queen here, wasn't she?

That's when she stood up and reached for him but he stepped back. He wants to play, too? Her face was a mask, the glowing red eyes becoming small slits as her gaze locked onto the young king's. Watching him watching her. A reflection of desire? She heard his intake of breath and used his hesitation to go around him. Behind his back, she picked up one of his blue-golden sashes and blindfolded him quickly.

Anduin, who felt immediately helpless upon having taken away his eyesight, being left completely in the dark lifted his hands automatically to pull it away -

The abrasive voice was near his ears. "Shush. Leave it. Or..."

Chained hands sinking down, Anduin heard the change in her voice and swallowed. He had hoped that she would touch him - to get just a sign that would tell him where this was going, to create a connection between them so he'd stop feeling at her mercy, but it seemed he was mistaken. He tried to fight off the dark thoughts that threatened to flood his mind when she touched his skin with the ice-cold tip of... what could be nothing else than her dagger, not her bare hand!

"Pay with your blood, boy-king,"

she stopped at his chest, scratching his sensitive skin, not deep but enough that a tiny bit of warm blood trickled downwards, "...so this night with me will be remembered!"

As if he could've forgotten how she had been eye to eye with him in the throne room of Lordaeron.

Her eyes darted towards his bare torso, taking a closer look. She could see the pattern of fine, silver scars - from the Divine Bell which had crushed on him thanks to Garrosh Hellscream - and the faded print of a dragon claw which had held him too strongly once.

"I see...", her harsh voice turned softer. "You've had your fair share of combat as well."

Anduin, feeling very unsettled, stayed silent, his heart slamming against his chest.

The smooth side of the dagger wandered down to follow the scars on his body but didn't scratch his skin again. Anduin stood still, trying to estimate the situation itself. There was excitement from the cold metal on his body as well as insecurity about what was to come. Pain wasn't something new for him; yet not to know where she would go, not being able to assess her enough, made him almost shy away.

She wandered around him, the dagger wandering with her, only to come to a halt behind him. And then... Shivers were sent down his spine as she guided the dagger down his back and over his ass. His ass? Anduin swallowed. The intense experience of the cold metal on his flushed sensitive skin made him tremble, and the chains on his hands clinked softly. Seeing nothing enhanced the feelings.

Pleased with his reaction, Sylvanas stepped closer, breathing words smugly in his ear: "No doubt I am your favorite Windrunner sister... right?"

Then, she let the hilt of her dagger brush gently against his balls from behind, and the light touch sent an electrifying shock wave straight to his groin. He felt himself harden and gasped.

Anduin had heard about her sassy and straightforward manner, and wasn't she, touching him for the first time at a place he hadn't allowed anybody before – except himself - to touch? Too many events demanding his attention in other places, there had never been an opportunity... and wielding the Light intimately had granted him satisfaction of another kind.

He could no longer hide his beginning arousal. What did she do to him? Put him under a spell? Or was it him himself who... opened up to physical closeness all of a sudden? Who started to wish for more? A strong desire flared up in him, mixed with the mystery of the unknown he had been thrown into. Being touched intimately for the first time... was addictive. Even if it was just the hilt of her dagger. It made him suddenly hungry for more. No. He was overwhelmed by his want of more. He wanted the contact, skin on skin, even if it was only to no longer feel so forlorn anymore. To kiss her? To even be granted a chance for the act of love? – May it be very different than he had imagined for his first time because he had no clue how to seduce her... but he wanted. By the light, he so wanted. He was tired of being alone. Deep down, he was terrified of his wish of getting close to a forsaken, yet Lady Windrunner had crossed borders he wouldn't have allowed anyone to cross, but here he was, and the yearning for sexual intimacy and closeness with her began to grow in him like never before.

The need in him, this desire to not be alone anymore, became mind-blowing. The need to touch, to wipe away the fear, thirsty for emotions like the thrill of a sexual attraction he hadn't known before. For the hunger she had awoken in him. The want, the despair to turn this game the other way round, to dig into her to... -

Anduin stopped himself. Being honest, if he had the temerity to kiss her, she would probably run her dagger into his stomach. He didn't even know if it was alright for him to step towards her? To touch her? To even undress her? Yet, he didn't want to just wait for her next orders anymore.

Having remembered well where she was standing, he turned around, sinking to his knees again, catching her off guard. He allowed himself to touch her left lower leg with his right hand, feeling where her armor was, resting his head on her thigh that was still enveloped with metal. Her leather pants started somewhere above. It was enough at first. Realizing that he had completely surprised her by his action, it took a moment before he got an answer from her.

"Aren't you a good boy-king?"

Relieved to hear the dagger being sheathed, he also heard her gloves fell aside.

And then there it was, the first touch, on his head. Cold hands. But the contact itself – it felt wonderful. Anduin started to tremble in anticipation when she bent down to whisper in his ears.

"Now. Undress me. Remember to waste my time in your favor."

Her quiet voice had this alluring shimmer and he was turned on even more by the sheer realization of it. His hard-on couldn't be overseen. Of course she would've looked down, her next amused remark confirming it.

"Hmmm... you like it, do you, little lion, being given orders?"

But Anduin's hand was already wandering around her body to come to rest for a moment on her ass – and didn't the curve under his hand feel extremely good – before going to the leather belt that the metal gear was strapped to. Since he had bandaged eyes, he had to rely on the projection of her in his head. It was almost disconcerting how well he remembered every part of her when he unbuckled the gear cautiously. Once, twice, three times. Gently, he stripped her armor from the one leg only to turn to the second and do it alike. He somehow felt that she was watching him.

"You sure know how to get out of armor, I have to say." She mentioned, and it filled him with pride. Of all the things he didn't know, this was an area he knew how to manage. Even blindfolded.

Patient, he was concerning himself with layer upon layer of her armor, always caressing the cold skin when something strapped was dropped. When he had removed the metal parts as well as the leather parts, piece by piece, hungry for the touch of her skin, he realized... there was a sudden tremble that went through her from time to time. Her hands had started shaking a bit. He could feel it under his fingertips.

How could he have known that his tender, caring and cautious way had such an effect on Sylvanas? She was used to haste. She was used to urgency. Hell, she was used to violence. Even welcomed it, sometimes. But this young boy's hands... they felt different. As if he liked what he felt with closed eyes as he worked. Neither out of necessity nor out of force anymore, but out of his own volition. And he had started to catch her with his tenderness. Something long forgotten started to surface.

When Anduin had finally freed her of all of her armor, he stood in front of her, having the leather armguards removed as well. It was so easy to let his fingers caress her bare arms down from the shoulder to her wrists only to kiss one of her cold, thin hands – as tender as he had seen once with a young daughter and her father on the field of the Arathi Highlands. But he shoved away the sad thoughts - he was too far gone, already on his way of adoring her no matter what she had done then. He was hunting the touch and the closeness, craving the contact and sank to his knees again as he kissed his way from her feet over to her thigh. Still cautious, knowing how fragile her paper-thin skin was. Yet he couldn't resist his fingertips following softly along the light wet spots his kisses had left. He didn't mind still being at her feet. The sighs it elicited from her were worth his whole insecurity that he didn't know what to do next. Time to be honest? To disenchant this moment? To be afraid to lose... whatever he had gained in her favor so far?

"Lady Windrunner." He came up to her, his heart beating frantically. "What shall I do?" Light, his voice was hoarse and raw when he uttered his next words. "Guide me."

She laughed derisively. "Not so fast, little lion. You are here for my amusement."