YAY!! Chapter ten! And a whole 14 reviews…yay? Yay me?

Anyways, back to Ruara and Kael. This little chapter might seem like it doesn't get the plot moving, but I assure you, its kinda needed.

Disclaimer:

Dear Disclaimer…I am really, really, REALLY sick of having to put one of these things every chapter! So hows about everyone realize that no, I don't own any major companies that would have anything on this site. I am just another fan with a little bit of creativity and some free time.

Mmmmm….romance…something my relationship in life is lacking, therefore found its way into my stories…+looks around+ wait, did my boyfriend hear that? Whoops!

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The rain was really depressing. Again I wiped my brow, frowned, and removed the cloth band tied to it. The thing dripped for a minute, before I wrung and shook it out. Once it was tied securely to my forehead once more, I peered up the dark path. Nothing stirred on the road.

With a murmur to the animal beneath me, I turned and galloped back to the caravan.

"All clear?" Zichrad confirmed. The water was running rivets down his neck and over his shoulders.

I nodded. "Kael…?"

"Still in his tent. He said nobody was to come in."

I flicked a lock of hair from dripping in my face and blew a bit of air out of my nose. "Well, we are behind schedule too far to sit around and wait for him to be ready whenever." I slipped from the saddle. "Be back in a bit. If my head is missing, get on Vashj's nerves for me."

Zichrad was still chuckling when I entered the tent. It was nice to be in a dry place for a moment. From the looks of things, Kael hadn't done any serious unpacking, but his box of magical instruments was definitely missing an orb or two. I stuck my nose around a few corners and into a few rooms, but his quarters were clearly empty.

"Right." I said quietly, pushing the tent flap aside so I could exit. Zichrad looked at me surprised. Shaking my head, I rolled my shoulders and popped my back, cloak shifting. "He isn't in there."

Zichrad sighed. "We need to move out. You know how short a temper Vashj is running these days."

Nodding absent-mindedly, I wrung the water out of the bottom of my shirt. It was a dark cloth, as were my pants. The leather and metal were stored for their safety against the elements.

"He's probably on some hill, having fun with the lightening." I yawned. The bastards still wouldn't let me sleep, giving me multiple other tasks to do. Along with me, they weren't letting Givious heal anybody- including me. My side was aching something fierce, and my arm was stiff.

"Didn't you tell him that isn't safe?"

"Did you think he would actually listen?"

That got Zichrad, and while he was trying to think of a response, I leapt back onto my horse and looked around.

"Might as well get everyone moving and heading out. This should only take a few minutes." Hiking up my shirt and tying it out of my way, I gave Zichrad a nod before riding out of our makeshift encampment.

For a while I just followed the deer path that led through the forest, but soon realized that the deer wouldn't make trails to spots where they were open for attacks. Gritting my teeth, I veered my mount off course and began to trudge up the nearest hill, swearing up and down the street that I would scold Kael as soon as I found his lightening fried ass.

Mud that was packed onto hoofs made good projectiles, projectiles that kept me ancy the whole way up. I finally was down to merely twitching at every "ker-plop" they made when I reached the top of the hill.

This had to be where Kael was, because the trees were clear and you could see the area all around from the top. As the highest point, it would be most attracting to lightening.

Indeed, there was Kael, several orbs around him, chanting some odd thing under his breath.

Grunting, I leapt from the bare-back beast and stomped my way over to Kael through the mud.

"Listen here big boy." I started, "The crew is setting out. We don't have time to play with lightening. I know," I said, holding up a hand as he started to interject, "lighting is a fun thing to watch. But we gotta head out. Zichrad is getting everything ready-"

"Get down!"

Kael leapt at me, catching me off guard and pinning me when we landed in the mud.

A split second after he did so, lightning struck the little thin pole he had set up in the ground. The entire area filled with blue light for a moment, and Kael's eyes were illuminated past their arcane-glowy norm.

They were a penetrating green, sprinkled with blue light. Their complexity and beauty made me gasp, before the moment was gone.

Kael rose slowly, looking at his now deformed rod. It was half melted and red hot.

"Sorry about your rod thingy, but, ah, Kael…could you help me up?" I asked. Laughing, he reached out a hand for me to grasp.

It didn't help.

I was stuck in the mud.

"Grahhh…..nyuhhhh…." I groaned, pulling on Kael's hand and trying to lever myself up. He was making similar noises, digging his heels in the mud and yanking.

Without warning, he stopped pulling, and my continued force brought him vaulting on to me.

"Dammit Kael! I'm stuck in the mud!" I reached a hand up and tried to wipe rain from my face. He started to laugh his head off.

"What's so funny?" I asked. He sniggered and covered his mouth, still laying on me.

"You just wiped mud all over your face!"

Horrified, I started to rub my arm across my head, but stopped when I noticed more mud on that.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked him. He just continued laughing, but reached down and wiped more mud on me!

Outraged, I grabbed a big glob of wet, goopy mud and without thinking, threw it right in his face.

Silence fell over the both of us. He was shocked out of his mind, and I was terrified that I might have just stepped over the boundary line.

"Ohh…" he rasped, leaning over to grab something by my face. "this is WAR!"

I was introduced to a huge ball of runny mud, and shrieked, wiping the most of it off of my face and neck.

"You JERK!" I pushed his chest, and slid down the hill backwards a bit, less stuck in the mud. "You are SO not going to get away with that!!" He was a few feet away, getting up and starting to run for the trees as I mounded a huge armful of dirt together and started chucking balls at him.

"Take that!" I shouted as they made contact. He was about to escape into the forest when vines slithered down and trapped him.

"AHHHH!!!" He screamed, and struggled against them. I laughed.

"Ruara! Save me! These trees are trying to kill me!!" He wiggled and jerked around, fear rolling off of him.

"Why would they kill you?" I asked, gathering more mud.

"How should I know!? Maybe they are blood thirsty trees!!!"

I grinned as I saw a pile of pebbles. Mmm…my secret ingredient…

"I haven't ever heard of blood thirsty trees…" in went the pebbles, along with some weird fungus.

"While your hanging there, I think a bit of revenge is in order." With an armful of my concoction, I waltzed over to him, grinning like a mad-woman. His eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare…" he whispered.

BLAT!

…Apparently I would…

The trees released him at my command, and he tore after me up the hill, loosing his footing as much as I, his eyes filled with revenge.

I slipped going down the other side, and landed on my butt. Spinning, I faced him and started throwing more, the trees using vines to continue supplying me.

"Oh, so you want to play that way, huh?" Kael asked. A ball of mud formed in the air, and he began spinning it, eye bright green as he cast.

I stopped throwing balls. "Kael…"

BAM!

I took the full force of the compacted mud-rock ball in the chest, and it threw my back into the mud with a gross splat. The wind was knocked out of me, and I wheezed, trying to focus on the vines above me.

"AHHAHHHhhhahaha….I taught you a thing or two about using your gifts!! hahahah-…Ruara?"

I grinned inwardly. Let him think he hurt me…

His squishy footsteps got a bit closer, still warned away at his thinking I was planning something. Which I was, but he didn't know that.

"…Ruara, are you okay?"

I moaned, rolling my head a bit, but grabbing a handful of the slimyest goo yet.

He came rushing over now, turning me face up and wiping my face clean. "Are you hurt?"

Lightening fast I was on him, pushing him back up and gripping on to his shoulder, my cloak hanging to his knees. For a moment, we were balanced, him teetering on his feet, surprised, and me in a ball on his chest, growling.

Then down we went, his back smacking and burrowing into the mud. I waited a moment so he could realize what was going on, before pressing the goo I had into his handsome, chiseled, angelic face.

I leaned back, still straddling him, laughing my ass off.

"You totally fell for that!" I howled. He was disgustingly throwing muck off of his face, sending me death glares.

"The oldest trick in the book and you fell for it!"

He rolled his eyes, and I stilled my laughing, watching him.

"Hey," I said, poking his shoulder, "you aren't mad at me, are you?"

His gaze, turned elsewhere until then, snapped to me as he shot me death glares.

"I was worried about you, Ruara!" He growled. I shivered. The rain must have gotten colder… "I lose my control sometimes, and I thought I actually hurt you!"

I took hold of my elbows and gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry. But it was the perfect setup. How could I even resist?"

He continued glaring at me.

I sighed, and leaned down to give him a hug. "I'm sorry, Kael'Thas. I won't trick you like that again, okay? You using super-blood-elf-powers means serious." Leaning back, I wiped a bit of mud from his face that he missed. I ended up smearing it, and giggled.

Somehow his hand got up and was holding the back of my head. I stopped giggling and stared at him. He had a soft look on his face, absent of the fury he held before.

Losing control of my body to some other entity, I slowly leaned towards him. My eyes fluttered closed against my will, and his breath could be felt against my face.

Briefly I wondered if he could feel my breath, before his lips had met mine.

Warmth, countering the cold of rain and wind, slowly began to fill my body as we kissed. My mind was blank, moving on pure instinct as I braced myself with one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping that perfect jaw line. One of his hands strayed to my lower back, warming my skin under his touch.

Ah, his touch. Such a wonderful thing to feel. Light, soft caresses, slow and steady until I had pressed my body closer to his. His skin was warm and soft, to the point where I removed my hand from his face to trail it down his chest. Even through the shirt I felt him shudder. He gripped me closer, rolling us until he was shielding me from the rain. His tongue nearly made me jump as he ran it over my lips before parting them with ease to delve into my mouth.

I held down a moan. Oh, but he tasted wonderful. I ran my hands down his back, earning myself a constrained sound of approval from him, one that made me press my eyes closed tighter and move my body ever so slightly with pleasure.

Upon doing so, I noted our close proximity. His entire body was pressing on mine, his waist close on mine in between my legs. Well, I guess I was straddling him before we rolled…

His hand brushed my chest as it moved towards the ground to hold him but, but the mere slight contact in such an unexpected manner made me let out a gasp as pleasure wormed through me, and sudden want for him became all too apparent. A moan followed the gasp, and the kiss heated swiftly. I felt an ache build up somewhere deep inside me, and we simultaneously shuddered.

Slowly, as if uncertain if this terrain was allowed for access, his hand brushed over my chest again, the tip of his pinky barely hitting my nipple. But that was enough.

With another moan I unconsciously pressed my waist tighter to him, and I nearly ignored the warning lights that sprang up in my head, until I took a breath and my eyes peeled open a slit.

Ohh….this was bad. No, scratch that. Very bad.

Lightening fast, I was out from under him and scrambling towards my horse. My mind was running overtime, a million thoughts running through my head, all conveying the same conclusion that that was a bad idea. My muscles were shaking uncontrollably as I vaulted to her back.

"To camp, please." I whispered, and looked over at Kael.

He was on his feet, still somewhat disoriented, but was staring at me with those eyes.

"Ruara…what are you-"

"No, Prince, I'm leaving."

I knew if I let him say something, it would compromise both my concrete motion of getting the hell out of there and my sanity. The implications of one sentence from that man at this time would be too many to count. The emotions are running high, thoughts clouded, and he could say something he doesn't mean or could regret later.

Sure, the abrupt manner that I was leaving him would be misleading, but I was so sure that later, when he came to straighten this out, I would be able to explain all of this.

With a slight nicker, my horse took off back into the trees, leaving a confused Prince, drenched in rain and want, in the clearing.

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Heh, I had fun with the mud scene. And that was my first real romance-like scene….yea…

Uhm…If you review, I get help with what I might have done wrong. Also, you might give me ideas… like Fluttercanon. Hehehehe….wont we all find out….

Yea, that reminds me. Fluttercanon, I was totally thinking I was going to trash this story. I had no idea where I wanted it to go. You gave me the perfect nudge!! Thank you!!!

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