Colin helped guide Kyra down the steps that led from the door to his home into the small living area, as she still had her dress on, and wasn't keen on getting it caught on the way down.

"'Hilda' or somebody; whomever worked there, I could tell they wouldn't be keen on torn, rented dresses," Kyra grimaced as she carefully stepped down the steps.

Colin nodded, carefully watching her feet, "I'm not too keen on that sort of bill, either."

On solid ground, the two relaxed, but only for a moment until their eyes met and they both turned away in embarrassment.

"W-Well, I suppose I can start on dinner. I probably couldn't find the stuff to make spider silk stew, even if I wanted to, but there's plenty of other human cuisi-"

He had turned to the small kitchenette area that he had been allotted when he'd moved in, but as he turned to check on Kyra, she had stood up and had closed the gap between them.

"My lady?" was all Colin could mutter, glibly, as Kyra reached up to kiss him, only this time it as though she was attacking his lips, rather than just passively kissing them.

In a second, Colin's mind fell into a white blankness as Kyra's hands wrapped around the back of his head, her lips closing against his own before she would pull only an inch away to regroup, quickly returning to him in only a moment. Now completely lost in this state, Colin staggered back a step or two before finding the wall at his back, bracing himself against it.

Now without the need to focus on keeping two bodies stable, Colin quickly wrapped his arms around Kyra's waist, pulling her into his body without worry of leaving her lips, her hands still tightly glued to his head, running through his hair as he began to counter attack, chasing her lips when she would pull away, giving her less and less time to recoup and take a breath.

Eventually, she was unable to press on without a gasp, and she did so as she quickly pulled her head away, her eyes never leaving Colin's as they both took labored breaths.

"This is quite the sudden…development," Colin managed between breaths.

Kyra stared at him, seriously, though her eyes were as soft as they'd ever been. Despite her pulling back, her hands hadn't left Colin's neck and head, which she used to pull herself over to where her lips were a mere speck away from his ear.

"If you were faced with the possibility of one final night," she whispered, wavered with fear, "What would be the one thing you'd do that you've never done? Just so you could experience it?"

Given what had already transpired, Colin had to use little imagination to understand what she was saying. Nevertheless, he remained silent as Kyra remained at his ear, as though waiting for his reply. Before she could move, his ear turned away as his own lips came to her ear instead.

"You," he whispered back

She rapidly spun her head to see his, his face already full of the smirk that appeared there. As though a switch had been flipping once again, Kyra instantly found the side of Colin's head, her lips claiming every inch of his body that they could find, her position giving Colin the chance to bury his face into her shoulder, kissing and sucking up and down her neck as his hands found her shoulders to hold her in place as she shivered.

Pulling away for just a second, Colin grinned slightly as Kyra took the opportunity to lean her head down to kiss his neck, "I was told I'd be eating night elf tonight."

Kyra pulled back her head and stared at him hard, forcing him to laugh at her reaction before she spoke, "You're so lucky I'm in no position to stop right now."

Colin grinned boyishly as he continued to work at her neck with his lips, missing the grin that rolled onto her face as she held his head against her, closing her eyes to heighten her sense of touch.

"You humans do seem to have decently prioritized activities," she breathed heavily, nearly gasping as he lightly bit her neck before pulling away.

He smiled as their eyes met at length for the first time since they had begun this sensual dance, their hands still firmly placed upon one another. Kyra could see a glimmering trail of saliva dripping down Colin's chin, which flipped on some feral instinct from with her, though it was abated by Colin, in a split second, falling down to grasp around her knees before lifting her up and spinning around, pinning her against the wall, now kissing whatever parts of her chest weren't covered by fabric.

Kyra sighed lightly at the new sensation. Unable to reciprocate, she wrapped her arms around Colin's head and held on tightly to him, as though afraid of losing whatever sense of control she had left. He continued pecking at her skin, sucking tightly before pulling away and seeking another bit that he hadn't made his yet.

Kyra moaned slightly, her arms trembling more and more the lower his lips crawled, nearly making onto the fabric that was being held against her breasts. Her mind was in twelve different spaces, with no knowledge of how to reclaim any of them. She lowered her head to rest on top of Colin's as her arms wrapped as tight as ever, a small collection of starlight resting between her closed eyelids as she whimpered more and more.

Finally, she found her speed, somehow, and she stuttered greatly between vocalizations, "I… I ca-… I can't…"

Colin paused his kisses, but couldn't move his head from being held against her chest. All he could hear was ragged, heated breaths above him, broken by slight moans that seemed to punctuate her exhaustion, or frustration.

"I… I can't wait…anymore," she managed, quietly.

Through a grin, Colin stepped back and pulled her legs together, before pulling her to the side, catching her shoulders while his other hand had leapt over to catch her knees, leaving her being held in his arms. She might have blushed, but she was so far away from reality by now that it barely mattered to her anymore.

"You… You stud," she sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face into his chest.

He grinned as he carefully stepped over various books or objects strewn across the floor, "Full disclosure: I've never done anything like this before."

"Liar," she muttered, immediately, not buying it.

Colin laughed lightly, "Really. I've had something like three hundred and sixty-five nights to imagine all this. A few more if you count the nights before we were apart."

Now a lot more grounded, Kyra blushed, though figured it was dark enough that she could hide it behind the lights of her eyes, "…how many nights before?"

Once again grinning like a schoolboy, Colin only pursed his lips as if to 'shush' her before turned his body and stepped through the threshold into the bedroom. Normally, the moonlight would shine through the small window, but even if it were out tonight, the moon never made it into here. Until tonight, that is.

He gently laid her down upon the small bed, maybe big enough only for one and a half people, and leaned down to kiss her again, tasting her lips for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. He had one knee up on the bed to support himself, and not resuming her feverish trance, Kyra wrapped her hand against his thigh, as though pulling him onto the bed with her, but he resisted.

"We probably shouldn't ruin your dress," he reminded, carefully, though with an air of seductivity.

Now hopelessly embarrassed by what that meant, Kyra struggled to even nod, as her words failed her once again. With the look of somebody rather lost himself, Colin held his hands against her waist, running them closely against the sides of her body, forcing her to squirm, as he made it to her shoulders, grasping the top of her dress. He slowly pulled the dress toward him, gulping dismissively once he realized he wouldn't be encountering any undergarments.

Although it was completely dark, Kyra's eyes lit up the landscape as she followed his hands, his knuckles just a hair's breadth away from her skin. Finally, her breasts emerged, leaving Colin with not much more than another gulp at the sight. Suddenly in the spotlight, he looked up toward Kyra's face, just able to make out a smile behind her eyes, probably due to his nerves.

Regardless, his hand slowly reached up, grasped at her bulbous skin, nearly jumping as a contented gasp rose up from above him. He stopped from the shock, but smiled, carrying his hand across her skin, down into the valley between them.

"I've never felt your heartbeat," he spoke, slowly, "Not through your armor."

She stared into his eyes, almost as though such words were entirely unexpected. Her hand rolled up her side and latched onto the back of his hand, pulling it up to her face as she began kissing it, tenderly, closing her eyes. Colin lifted his leg over top of her so that he straddled her waist, giving freedom to his other hand that clutched onto her breast, his thumb pulling her skin underneath his palm before slowly springing back against the friction of his skin.

She began to squirm more and more, lost in a spot between her lips and her chest. Sweet moans escaped onto one of Colin's fingers that had been sucked into her mouth, Kyra's impassioned sounds being generated from Colin's hand, which danced in swirls around her breast, his fingers running atop her nipple, which caused a particularly rough moan from above him every time he'd done so.

In a split second, Colin pulled his hand away from her lips and fingers, quickly grasping her waist with both. He forcefully brought her further onto the bed before crawling up to meet her so that he was lower, closer to her body. She watched him through dimmed eyes as his hands ran up between the mattress and her back, pulling her torso up so that his lips could meet her chest, kissing gently at her sternum before slowly making his way down to that valley.

As his lips sucked their way up her curved landscape, he latched onto her nipple with his lips, his eyes shutting as he heard the jolting, yet contented sigh from above him, Kyra's hands immediately bolting for his shoulders as though keeping herself anchored to reality. She could feel his tongue dancing and swirling around, almost as though it were exploring every inch of her body.

Her moans began melting into soft whimpers as her legs began to squeeze against one another, rubbing at the thighs, but desperately trying to work their way further up, to no avail. Noticing her frustration, Colin leaned his head back, peeking up to her face as he remained connected to her. She stared back, but only barely; her ragged breaths forcing her body to rise and then suddenly fall back to the bed. He pulled his head back and with a sudden "POP", quickly accompanied by a just-as-instant yelp from Kyra, his body worked down lower, rolling her dress further down her body.

It had rested just under her breasts, but as the dress made its way further down her body, Colin was mesmerized by the statuesque shape of her stomach, almost elegantly shaped. Her stomach rose just as her chest had, before lowering itself, her tummy dancing along with its smooth surface.

Colin leaned down and kissed at her stomach, working his way lower as his hand continued pulling down her dress. His lips circled her belly button, and by the time Kyra realized what was happening, his tongue was dancing softly downward.

Almost in a panic, Kyra's hands reached down and grasped his wrists; not pulling on them, but holding them with enough of a tremble that Colin stopped, looking up to her eyes for guidance.

Her dimmed eyes offered him a slight enough chance to see her face. She had streaks of starlight tears down either side of her face, and her eyes stared at him in longing exhaustion. They simply stared at one another for what seemed like the longest time, though they both remained in the heat of the moment enough that their breaths continued, haggardly.

"You love me," Kyra muttered in between breaths, as a statement, though Colin could tell it was meant as a question.

He couldn't exactly understand why she'd had such a reaction, but as much as he'd wanted to be so close to somebody, it must have only been magnified to her through so many human lifetimes she'd equaled by now.

"I would love you for two hundred lifetimes," Colin spoke as he gingerly laid the side of his head against Kyra's stomach, "Much less for one."

He paused in thought, his eyes furrowing in sadness, "And I know that I can't be there for you forever. But I can only promise that…"

As he paused, Kyra's hand rubbed against his head, trying to comfort him as he pressed on, "…I promise that I'll make you the happiest, most loved, most fulfilled woman there ever was. Even Queen Azshara couldn't compare."

Kyra smirked lightly, "That's not exactly a compliment these days."

She could feel his smile across her stomach as her fingers let go of his head and fell back to his hand, which still clutched at her side. He began pulling her dress down once again, gently pulling away from her hands as her dress left her legs.

Returning his view to her body, he was now fully introduced to her nude body, a sight he thought was straight out of his dreams. He could only remain there, still, forcing Kyra to shiver nervously under his stare.

Finally, she let out a wavered gasp at the cold air which was magnified both by her nude skin and by her blood having rushed through her body so quickly. Colin seemed to snap awake, leaning down and curling his arms around her legs, kissing in and around her thighs, suspensefully trailing his lips and tongue over toward her own lips.

The closer he got, the more she shook, and soft whimpers grew from the other end of the mattress, and her legs grew tighter and tighter as her arms flew up above her head, furiously clutching for the edge of the mattress, trying to weather the storm down below.

Finally, she felt a warm mass just barely separating her lips, and a rather loud, yet heated, yelp rang out. She quickly lifted her head to see what was going on, only being met with the closed, contented eyes of Colin. She breathed deeply to prepare, but still managed another heated cry when that same sensation was multiplied, running up between her lips. Her hair was now strewn across the sheets, and it was all she could bear to desperately clutch onto the mattress, staring peerlessly up at the ceiling.

She could feel his own lips against her own, slightly pulling and sucking heavily, his tongue restlessly running up and down her slit before finally entering her, her moans turning into sensual yelps. She began to shake her waist, either enraptured or aimlessly searching for more pleasure, but nevertheless, Colin's arms roughly kept her against his mouth, allowing his tongue to follow the warm ripples and ridges within her, trying his hardest to follow them as deep as they went.

She cried out in pleasure every time her nerves suddenly exploded up and down the length of her body, and an empty speck began to form in her mind, growing larger the more her pleasure gradually grew, trying to consume her entire. Colin was, more or less, doing much the same, and his eyes opened as her legs continued shaking, trying to break free from his arms. In a moment, her eyes did the same, locking with his as his tonged lapped up the length of her lips, causing a rather loud yelp.

Suddenly, Colin's arms unwound from her legs, and she immediately wrapped them around his head, pulling his mouth as close as she possibly could into her body, his hands running roughly up her stomach before finding her breasts, slithering around them and softly kneading them until Kyra's hands rushed down to clasp against his pair. Amongst the cries, the moans, and the loud gasps for breath, Colin watched her eyes shut as tight as they could, starlight rolling down her cheeks from the sheer pleasure that had overwhelmed her.

As loud as she had become, in an instant she had become silent, and Colin found the spots that he had now already memorized caused her to make the loudest noises, instantly working them intently enough that he hadn't realized her hands had left his until they more or less clawed onto his scalp, her voice finally reappearing in an incredibly succulent, prolonged groan, her crotch pushing against Colin's face, nearly smothering him, though he would have happily breathed Kyra in as a replacement for oxygen at this point.

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through Kyra's body in a sensation that she hadn't even imagined before this point. As immense as it was, it didn't take long for her body to resist it continuing, though it continued to intoxicate her, and her only defense was her body physically forcing her to push away Colin's face, though her legs remained locked around it. Realizing she to be in this rapture, Colin slowly paused his advance, pulling away his tongue in exchange for his lips, kissing up and down her own as she cooled down, her body still shaking periodically with orgasm.

Eventually, her legs acquiesced and released Colin's head, though he remained for a bit, continuing to kiss around her inner thighs. His eyes remained looking up the length of her body, watching her body quiver and rise and fall from her deep breaths, memorizing the way every bit of her moved in siluch a moment. Slowly enough, her head rose up to peer down at him, such a beauteous sight to behold for him; the glow of her eyes glimmering over top her bosom.

Much as he'd gotten down there, he reversed his track, slowly crawling and kissing up her body. As drained as she was, she wasn't able to move at all, and she simply dropped her head to the side, only allowing her eyes to make the effort to follow him approaching her.

Having tasted her other pair of lips for a prolonged period of time, Colin happily returned to her other pair, his hand held against her cheek which almost seemed to burn from how cold she'd become. Seeing her shiver so much, Colin laid beside her, grasping at his blanket and hurriedly pulled it across both of their bodies. Still robed, Colin was now rather concerned for her well-being, which much have showed on his face as Kyra stared deeply at it, grinning.

"I'll be okay," she mustered through cold breaths, "I've survived hundreds of things I've hated; I'm not about to succumb due to the man I love."

Colin lowered his head helplessly, grinning, before raising it up again to look upon his fair lady, "I would expect nothing less from a Silverwing."

"Damn right," she smirked.

They watched one another for a few minutes, though given what had just transpired, it had seemed like an eternity. Their eyes never left one another's, and even if in the past Kyra's eyes had proved to bright for Colin to look into for long, now he watched them unhindered by their ghostly shimmer. Her breaths began to return to normal, as her body came to rest, Colin tenderly placed his hand atop her stomach, rubbing over to either side of her body.

"And you have an assignment tomorrow," Colin spoke, sadly.

Kyra's teeth clenched her bottom lip, though she couldn't help but nod in reply. Colin sighed, lowering his head down between her neck and shoulder as her hand reached over to massage his head, running softly through his hair. She apologized, but Colin shook his head, his nose brushing against her skin before his face rose again.

"Don't apologize. That's like apologizing for this entire night," he surmised, albeit sadly still, "I can take a bit of heartbreak, especially now."

He leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sucking still as he pulled away, whispering, "D'ana'no diel Ishura T'as'e."

Her eyes peered over to his scalp, his face still buried within her, and her hand left his hair, clasping against his shoulder. He watched as she so gracefully pushed him onto his back, following him along, coming to a finish atop of him. The blanket still somewhat surrounded the two of them, so he was met with darkness beneath her face, but she still beamed as she leaned her head down beside his, speaking quietly.

"Night elves have another ancient tradition. Words spoken before giving yourself, wholly, to another. Not necessarily physically, but it can be used as such. There's a ancient flower, the Alor'el, which is the Lover's Leaf. While now extinct, they were presented to the one whom you were prepared to spend a thousand lifetimes alongside."

Kyra's hand had worked its way between Colin's shirt and pants, working its way ever so gently up toward his chest, carefully riding the subtle ridges of his torso, "Nowadays, we simply affirm "Alor'el ador'e"- something like 'your lover beside you'."

Colin smiled as her story ended, though her words had just begun, her lips resting against his ear, "Alor'el ador'e."

Her hand had made it up to his chest, and simply rested there, though she held her weight there on her hand, as though bracing herself against him almost as though testing how durable he was.

She jumped as his hand came to her cheek, which she hadn't seen in this position, and his head turned so that his lips met her ear, "Alor'el ador'e. For a thousand lifetimes."

In that instant, her fingers closed up into her hand, clawing at Colin's skin in the process. She had quickly pulled her head back and immediately began kissing him, slowly massaging his chest as she attacked his lips and, soon enough, tongue. Even considering earlier, Colin saw a lust in her eyes that he hadn't seen before, and he quickly attempted to keep up, though still found it rather difficult.

Though their mouths were both in the middle of dancing, Kyra pulled away slowly, clutching Colin's chest with both hands. She stared down at her hands being supported by him, certain that that warm mass of skin could do so. It seemed so powerful to her; and her memories flashed back to those times being surrounded by this man in a hug, his chest and shoulders more like castle walls than skin and bone. The thought so wildly excited her and she lifted herself up, the blanket slowly falling behind her, caught up at her shoulders. Colin could only watch in rapture, mesmerized as the wooly sheet slowly passed her shoulders before falling near immediately down behind her.

Straddling his midsection, Kyra peered down at him, her hair a lovely mess. His shirt had ridden up above his chest, and Kyra grasped at its bottom, lifting it off of Colin's body as he lifted his shoulders and head. After that, her arms returned to her side, her right arm continuing on behind her as she shifted her weight forward. Her hand caught on to the hem of his pants, which lay right underneath her, and pulled them away behind her, Colin working them along the rest of his legs until a soft thump hit the floor.

Then, silence, save for a growing pant from Kyra's mouth as she peered down between her thighs. She peeked up toward Colin, who was quietly doing the same, though the both of them were slightly shaking from the cold, or perhaps the nerves.

Suddenly, a smile emerged on Kyra's face, her hand returning to his chest, though it ran down his body, almost teasingly. As it passed his stomach, Colin began to tense up, his nerves beginning to fire more and more rapidly, and as her hand left, her finger tips trailing behind, he held his breath as those hand that had so often comforted him, that he had taken so many times, now took him.

Kyra watched her hand as it twisted and turned, as though exploring, though it was all the same to Colin, who began seething through clenched teeth. As Colin had done to her, she began studying him, memorizing which parts did what to him, and as her fingers slowly worked his length, they ran across the tip and a rather large gasp emerged from her partner.

She looked and grinned at him through her hair, which ran wildly in front of her face in the most beautiful way, quickly repeating the gesture. Colin released another groan, though not as prominent, as he was expecting the sensation this time around. Kyra went on, having fun simply teasing his lower body. She had traced her finger up a ridge between his thigh and leg; she would ride her crotch up his own, slowly; the more anguished Colin's face became, the more entranced she became.

She had begun running her ringed fingers up his length, though not completing the act past his most sensitive part, instead returning to the bottom, leaving Colin laying there with clenched fists and gritting teeth. In a split second, he lifted his torso and grasped onto Kyra's shoulders, spinning her over onto the bed with a bestial vigor. He had dropped her on her back, though still hanging on; he was atop of her, staring at her with a starved face. She smirked mischievously up at him as his ragged panting faintly blew through the air, the heat of his breath catching her face.

"You want me," Kyra spoke, pulling his head toward her own so that their foreheads touched, "So take me."

His eyes peered as deep into her own as they had ever ventured, to the point where Kyra felt a twinge of defenselessness. While lost in his eyes, Colin quickly found himself lost within her himself. Her voice rapidly burst into the air as the two of them came together, her rasping cry turning into a crescendo of loud, disjointed whimpers. As though having lost all control, her arms wrapped quickly around Colin's back and head, and she squeezed his body tightly against her own.

Now Colin was also lost within her bosom, and while not quite as earth-shatteringly pleasurable, he could faintly feel the rapid beating of her heart, which seemed almost to beat in time with her cries of pleasure. He had gone the length and stopped, though Kyra continued to softly whimper, pulling his hair into her mouth so as to quiet the noises she desperately tried to quell.

She could feel Colin's lips against the skin of her chest, and she shut her eyes, almost daring the pleasure to continue. Without any provocation, Colin began, and immediately, Kyra began to shake. This time, however, he didn't stop, leaving Kyra to deal with the torrential waves of pleasure than ran across every ripple of her mind.

Colin quickly discovered that, for all he'd endured up to this point, he was severely unprepared for this portion. The thought only entered his mind for a moment, as the pleasure he himself was enduring built so rapidly he would have been shocked if his mind wasn't in a daze at the moment. He sought the deepest pleasure within the arms and cries of this woman he so deeply loved himself.

Kyra's body began to jerk around as she approached her own ending to this ritual. Without much thought at all, her fingers ran like claws against Colin's back, her hand having left his head once she realized it wasn't going anywhere with his lips repeating their worship of her breasts. When it became inevitable that time was no longer of the essence, Colin lifted his head and found Kyra's lips, her pair readily able to find his tongue as her own emerged, the two of them dancing and massaging one another as the other end of their bodies nearly poured out in waves of pleasure.

Finally, Colin burst out in a primal groan as his mouth escaped Kyra's, his face pulling away to bury itself in the crook of her neck, leaving her to cry out in pleasure as she pulled her face as close as she could to his head. Between the rapid pulsations of blankness covering her mind and the waves coming from within her, so found that there was no world. There was no universe. It was only her and him.

Colin dropped softly onto her body, exhausted, his breath rapidly trying to find relief. He opened his eyes to find Kyra still in the throes of pleasure, but she slowly came to her own end, her arching back once again finding the mattress. There they lay; drenched. exhausted. in love.

Moving any distance he could find to get closer, Colin pressed his head against her shoulder as his arms surrounded her, pulling her into him. She slowly wrapped an arm around him, she being much too far gone to realize what she'd done. Her eyes seemed so distant as they peered into Colin's eyes, as though she were completely vacant.

He leaned down, drawing a tender kiss from her lips, which seemed to bring her back to reality, though the lights of her eyes shook as she stared blankly upward, "W-Wow."

Colin reached over and grasped the ill-strewn blanket and pulled it over the two of them, not even wanting to lose their heat from that moment. Kyra seemed cold anyway, but Colin had found her skin, now, to be much warmer, so he only held her more as he laid back down.

She looked over to him, her face a portrait of uncertainty, "Th-That was… was…"

She was caught between her mind still remaining somewhat blank and a legitimate loss for words, but Colin carefully finished the words for her, he hoped, "Perfect."

She stared at him, her chest still moving in waves as she panted, and then nodded. Colin grasped around her and fall onto his back, pulling her along so that she was now laying at his side. Her head landed on his shoulder, though she slowly slid it down to his chest. His heart had already calmed for the most part, so she did her best to concentrate on timing her breaths and her heartbeats to his own, her eyes closing to further feel his body moving.

While somewhat concerned for her odd behavior, Colin held a hand to her head, though Kyra slowly reached up grasped his hand, pulling it down to his stomach and holding him tightly. He wondered if she had had a condition or something, but it appeared as though she had it under control whatever it was. Eventually she had calmed down herself, but by then, the two had fallen asleep.

To be sure, this one night together was worth more than the one year they had spent apart.