Warning: DIS GON' GET STEAMY.
Not that you haven't been expecting that. I did rate it M.
Love it while it lasts, this COULD be the last chapter. We'll see.
Another two weeks had passed since the letter incident, and Nialas had been away for a majority of the time. His father and him had been taking daily trips back to the nearest town. During these long days, Eve was left with nothing to do. She had, however, made friends with a shaman that served as a guard around the house. It was just past dinner time, and Eve figured that he was on her shift, so she climbed out from her window (dressed in normal clothes, for once) and dropped to the grassy ground. The sun was setting dully from behind the clouds, and Eve took this as a good sign. Rogues always hated direct daylight, it was their worst enemy.
Eve spotted the shaman, Daeleros, and strode over to him. Dael spotted him and waved. He was not surrounded by totems, as Eve had seen most Alliance shamans in her day, but that was besides the point now. Dael clapped her on the shoulder, and laughed."So silly, you are. Can't you just come out the door?" he asked, gesturing towards the front entrance. Eve shook her head."Ah, no! That would be the long way." she said, laughing with him. Dael looked into the forest, as he usually did, but found that there was no danger, and looked back at Eve.
"Dael, I need to bathe, and I know nobody will permit me to go alone, so find someone to go with me or I think I'll die from smelling myself." she exaggerated, fanning her face. Dael laughed, and motioned eastward, to where the lake was.
"I'll go with you, nobody is going to be there today anyway, there is no need to patrol it anymore." He said, beginning to walk off. Eve became uncomfortable, but followed anyway. When she caught up, she voiced an obvious concern.
"You haven't noticed, then, the difference between us? Or is it because I smell too much like a man?" she asked, laughing nervously. Dael waved it away and continued walking.
"I have already pledged myself to another girl, Eve, there is no need for worries. I will look away, but don't try disappearing." he warned. Eve sighed, and felt relieved.
The wash had been quick, because Dael wanted to get back to his post. Not that Eve wanted to stay, the water was cooling as the sun set. The walk back was silent, but not awkwardly so, because both Draenei and Blood Elf had their mind on different things. Eve was thinking about two things: How much she needed to form a plan to kill Nialas… and how much she didn't want to do it. Eve, for once, was planning on disobeying orders. Eve was in denial as to why. She knew it was because of Nialas. Over the small amount of time that she spent with him, she knew she was growing closer to him. It was undeniable. 'It's not happening, really. I'd… I'd know what it feels like. Love is impossible, I am a soldier… I…' she thought. But she couldn't deny it any longer. No, the looks they gave each other when nobody was looking was not friendship any longer.
"Daeleros, what is it like to be in love?" she asked, suddenly doubting herself. She had been through this before, shouldn't she know? Dael wasn't surprised about the question, and did not deny answering her.
"Well, Evelith, it's not something that can be defined, really. You just know. Why such a sudden question?" he asked, looking at her with a questionable look on his face. Eve shrugged, and looked back at him.
"Just wondering."
"How can you speak common so well?" asked Dael. Eve was taken aback. What kind of question was that? "I learned common when I was in school, when I was very young. They teach all blood elves common when we are very little."
"I see." was all that Dael said.
Soon, they were back at the house, and Eve bade goodbye to Daeleros, and climbed back into her designated room. With a long sigh, she hauled herself through the window and stood. When she finally glanced at the room, she saw that Nialas was facing the window. She noticed that he seemed a little more… older than before. There were lines on his face that hadn't been there before. Eve didn't get a chance to say anything, Nialas rushed forth and pulled her to him. Eve slid into the comfort of his arms, finally glad that he had come back.
"I realized something while I was away." he muttered into her ear. Eve smiled and she wrapped her arms around him in turn.
"What is that?" she asked, her voice muffled.
"I hate being away from you." he whispered, and she felt his arms tighten slightly. Eve was disgruntled. She pushed back and looked up into his face.
"We've known each other for a few weeks. Do you think that is enough time, Nialas, for such affection to stir?" she asked, looking up into his eyes, searching for the truth. Nialas' eyes narrowed, and instead of speaking, he kissed her. Eve felt her heart swell, her entire body reacting to him. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'I want this. I swear I want this.' she thought. Nialas pinned her against the wall and his hands immediately began to wander, caressing every curve.
Nialas picked her up and Eve wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked with her to the bed, where he placed her down. They both knew where this was going, and what sort of trouble it could get them into. Nialas stopped only to remove his shirt, and when Eve felt skin brush skin, she was confused, when did her shirt come off? It didn't matter, though, because soon they were completely naked with each other. Eve smirked against his lips as she felt him against her thighs, hard.
"You know.. What would happen if - ah!" Eve was interrupted by the hot, flowering pleasure in her stomach. She arched her back with a gasp as he moved inside her.
"I know," he whispered in her ear, his voice hot with passion. Every time their hips rammed together, Eve thought she would die it felt so good. Nialas trailed his hand down from where it was knotted in her hair and pressed against her lower stomach. Eve gasped as the pressure he applied increased what she felt. Eve cried out as she felt herself hit her peak, and shuddered as the feeling spread throughout her whole body. Nialas nibbled on her collar bone as he pounded heavily into her, but stopped to whisper something in her ear.
"Too much?" he asked in a mocking tone. Eve shook her head against the pillow, looking at him with misty eyes. Nialas looked back at her with a smirk, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness that was claiming the room. He kissed her again, running his tongue across her lips.
"Maybe I should… stop?" he teased, slowing down. Eve groaned and shook her head, desperate for more. When he didn't respond, she shoved his shoulder and rolled, and landed with her straddling him.
"You want to play like that?" she whispered, her nose touching his. She had his wrist pinned to the pillow behind him with her hand. Nialas stared up at her, utterly shocked that the tables had turned so quickly.
"You'll be begging in a second, trust me." she whispered hotly, kissing the lobe of his ear. Eve rocked her hips, slowly at first. Nialas moaned and put his hands on her hips, guiding her. Eve gave another pleasured cry as she hit a second climax, and Nialas broke out in another mocking smile.
"Still too much?" he whispered, looking up at her. 'Thinks he's in control… still…' she thought. Eve kissed him to shut him up, nibbling on his lip. His hands cupped her breasts, stroking her nipples with his thumb.
Eve began moving her hips more now, which made Ni throw his head against the pillows. Eve took this as a good sign, and moved harder against him. Ni moaned, and Eve kissed his neck, which was slick with sweat, like the rest of him, and all of her, too. Eve sat up, causing him to push farther into her. Nialas' hands once found their way to her hips. Nialas rocked her against him, letting a stifled moan escape his lips."Oh, god, Eve!" he cried. Eve felt the hot, wet substance pour inside her, and she bit her lip as Nialas' nails dug into the skin of her hips. Eve smiled down at him. Nialas, who took everything as a challenge, flung her down next to him.
"I want to hear you beg, Evelith." he said, his breath hot against her cheek. Eve kissed him, and smiled
"Well, that'll neve-" she was interrupted. With one strong arm, he pinned her arm against the pillows behind her. His free hand roamed around her chest, her stomach, even her sides.
"So beautiful. Soft." he said, lightly rubbing his hand around her stomach. Eve smiled at him, loving the tickle of his hair on her stomach. He lingered on the scar that he gave her, seeming a little… remorseful. Nialas' hands slipped lower and lower, and it was then clear to Eve what he wanted to do. She gave a muffled 'mmf' as he slid two fingers inside of her. What ensued was absolute bliss. Eve was brought to the edge and back again by Nialas' understanding of her. She couldn't count how many times she told him to please not stop. When he finished with her, Eve was out of breath and exhausted. She had never known anybody who could draw that sort of pleasure from her. He released her hands and brought her close to him.
Nialas sighed, and looked at her. Eve looked back up at him. Nialas smiled, and then he laughed. Eve didn't know what he was laughing at, but she laughed too. She laughed because of the ridiculousness of the situation, the fact that only a few weeks ago he was trying to kill her. When their laughter died down, Nialas looked out of the window. Eve was content to just watch him, and eventually she was lulled to sleep by his rhythmic breathing.
When Eve woke up the next morning, she was wrapped in the safety of the comforter, but she was alone. Eve was not entirely surprised, she kind of expected these things of Nialas. Surprisingly, she wasn't bitter about it. She snuggled closer to the sheets, but soon rolled out of bed. She put all of her armor on, preparing to begin her training of Nialas. She sighed dreamily, and was excited to get things started that day.
She skipped down the stairs, ignoring the confused stares of others. What did they know, anyway? Was it a crime for Eve to be happy, for once?
For weeks, it went on like this. Nialas' father had ultimately decided that taking him into town was a bad idea, and since he was coming along so well in his lessons, he had no reason to. Of course, half the lessons that Eve and Nialas spent together were spent on teaching each other how to induce the sweetest of things out of each other. One night, they snuck out, giggling as they crossed into the forest. They sat in a tree together, pointing out stars and telling each other stories.
"Nialas?" whispered Eve, tracing the line of his jaw with her forefinger.
"Hmm?"
"That star is you." said Eve, pointing to a brilliant star that twinkled in the night sky. Nialas chuckled, and shook his head.
"No, Eve. That star is you." he said. They argued back and forth about it, as lovers do, and when the stars began to fade, they snuck back into the house and grabbed a few precious hours of sleep.
When Eve woke that afternoon, however, she sat up and immediately reached for the waste basket. She retched everything from her stomach into the basket, coughing and throwing up the non-digested mass that sat in her stomach. She wiped her mouth and spat in the can. She stood, nauseated, and drank water from the glass that she left on the desk the night before. Just then, a maid of the house walked in, and looked at Eve with concern.
"Evelith, what have you been eating?" she asked, putting the basket full of fresh linens down. Eve shook her head.
"I don't know, I just feel sick all of the sudden." she muttered. She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. The maid sighed and instructed to lie down. Eve obeyed, groaning at her protesting stomach.
"I'm going to touch your belly, is that alright?" she asked. Eve nodded. She felt hands putting pressure in various places, and when the hands wandered lower, Eve opened her eyes and looked at her curiously. She pressed down on a tender spot and Eve gasped, smacking her hands away.
"That hurt." she said, sitting up and rubbing her lower stomach. The maid nodded, looking concerned, and stood again.
"It is... merely a... stomach ache. You'll be okay in a few hours." she said. She grabbed her basket full of linens, and rushed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Eve raised an eyebrow and lay back down on the bed, confused. Why was she so flustered over a simple stomach ache, wondered Eve.
Minutes later, she heard a booming voice echo throughout the house, calling Nialas. Eve heard Nialas' door open and promptly close. She smiled and closed her eyes, thinking of Nialas. Her sweet thoughts were soon interrupted by a bout of clangs and yelling. She could not discern what they were saying, and only caught snippets of the verbal battle. Soon after, she heard two sets of feet bounding up the stairs.
"Stay away from her! You don't know what you're talking about!" yelled Nialas. The door to Eve's room slammed open, and Nialas' father stepped in, a knife in his hand, and lunged for the bed. Eve screamed and rolled away just in time. The dull thud of the knife hitting the mattress reverberated through the room. Nialas tore his father away from the knife and yelled for Eve to leave. Nialas' father threw Nialas off of his shoulders and grabbed the knife. He lunged again for Eve, but she was not ready for it. She raised her arms, expecting the searing pain of a knife to enter her arms, but when she felt nothing, she looked up. Nialas had stepped in front of the path of the knife, and it was embedded in his chest. His father looked surprised, and Nialas' eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped to the ground, clutching the knife in the hand of his unharmed arm. Eve reacted swiftly, and punched Nialas' father in the temple, knocking him out cold.
Evelith dropped to the ground and shook Nialas to consciousness.
"Nialas? Nialas!" she screamed. She ripped the dagger from his hands, and he groaned. Examining the weapon, her stomach dropped. 'So much poison. Oh my god.' she thought, her blood going cold. This particular poison, which was hard to get a hold of, was known for its staggering death rate. The victim's veins would eventually turn to ice, and they would die very painfully. Nialas groaned again, and his shoulder began to turn blue. Eve's hands shook and she planted a kiss on his already cold lips.
"Eve, I'm dying. Oh god, I'm dying. I…" he whispered at her. Eve shook her head.
"No, I'll make this better. I promise. I'll make it better. Just stay here. Stay here, Nialas." she said. Eve jumped up, and threw her armor on, forgetting about her usual routine of lacing it tightly. She rushed past Nialas, but he grabbed her ankle.
"Stay. Please. Stay." he whispered, shaking. Eve bent down, kissed him again, and took his hand away from her ankle.
"I'll be back. I promise. I will." she said. The last she saw of Nialas was the sight of him taking the dagger and plunging it into the back of his unconscious father. Eve bounded out of the house, throwing a cloak on over herself. She mounted the nearest horse she saw, and kicked the sides of the brown mare. It whinnied and broke out into a run. The horse blew past the gate in a blur of brown and gray.
'Where do I go? Who do I go to?' she wracked her mind for answers, but none of them were the right answers. She knew the answer, although she didn't want to think of the answer.