Come Tomorrow
He sat, back still against the wall. Dazed, he blinked his eyes several times, in an attempt to come back to reality. It didn't take him long to realize what a horrible thing had done. Rushing out of his room and down the hall he stopped in front of Rowen's door. Assuming she was there he opened the door, not bothering to knock.
He found her on the bed, crying softly. Cautiously, he walked closer to the bed, stopping in the center of the room. "Rowen?" She said nothing; her crying ceased and she exhaled a ragged breath.
"What?" She whispered, her fear obvious.
"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I'm.."
"Why didn't you tell me?" She cut his shaky apology short. Sitting up on the bed, she looked at him.
He hung his head. He had betrayed her and even worse himself. "Because it didn't matter."
"How can you say that?" She arose from bed and came to stand in front of him. Placing a finger under his chin, she forced him to make eye contact. Looking at her face, he now noticed noticed the dried blood on her white neck.
"Did I do that?" He reached out and touched the bite marks, gently.
She laughed nervously. "Had worse damage done. Its nothing."
Suddenly, she felt a warm light enter her wounds. He was healing her! Taking her hands in his, he noticed the purple bruises on the her wrists. Healing those as well, he pulled her close in an embrace. Kissing the white flesh on her hands, he stepped back giving her space.
He examined her closely, head tilted. Where the damage he had caused once was, were now mere tiny scars. Sighing, he looked down at the floor again.
She approached him unexpectedly. Part of her was still afraid, considering he had just tried to have his way with her. Another part of her reminded her that he loved her and that he was only showing her how much he wanted her. She was not repulsed or insulted by his desire for her. It was just something that she had never considered. Until the encounter a few minutes before, she was unaware that the blood elf was even interested in women. Ten years of friendship and she had only seen him in the romantic company of other men.
Circling him, she eyed him for a minute. Finally coming to a stop behind him, she placed her head on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" Rory laughed a little amused at Rowen's curious reactions.
"Checking you out. Never had priest before. Never had a blood elf for that matter." She seemed to be amused, mocking him like this.
"Are you enjoying making fun of me Rowen?" He hissed.
"Who says I am making fun of you Rory?" She moved to the front of him, smiling innocently.
"Do you find it funny that I've wanted you for ages now? Funny that I think you are beautiful and talented? Funny that you make my heart race when you walk by? Funny that I have been holding back emotions and desires for you for ten years?" Rory knew he was rambling. What did it matter now if he made a fool of himself? The damage was done. The truth was out, the consequences, whatever they might be, would come.
"I don't find this situation at all funny. I am only trying to keep our friendship intact. Hopefully, no matter what does or doesn't happen nothing will change that." Coming close to his face, she touched her forehead against his.
Rory froze. She was right there. Her lips within his reach. Staring into his eyes, she licked her lips. He swallowed hard. He had to control himself. What was she trying to do to him? Wasn't it obvious how much he wanted her?
"Am I frightening you Rory?" She whispered, still looking into his green eyes.
"Frightened? Not at all. More concerned that you are not yourself Rowen."
"I've been sad for months now. Why can't I have a bit of happiness?" She was now tracing his jawline with her fingernail. His hands seemed to move on their own from his sides. She grasped them and placed them on her bony hips. He blinked and fought back the need to moisten his suddenly dry lips.
Taking one of his hands off of her hips she tugged at it, leading him towards the bed. He wanted to stop her, stop this madness but his body wouldn't let him. She sat on the edge of bed, pulling him down next to her.
For a moment they sat still, neither knowing what should or shouldn't happen next. Turning her eyes to meet his, she smiled shyly at him. Her heart screamed Alex, but her body screamed for the current warm body next to her. She was so lonesome and dejected, a warm, loving encounter felt so right. What of Rory come tomorrow? She would deal with that then, right now she knew what she wanted.
Finally, willingly, she kissed him. He didn't protest, all concern and doubts out of mind. She reached up to stroke his long pointed ear. He sighed against her mouth, reaching his hand to caress her face.
Their kissing became more intense. Lips wide open, tongues wrapped around each other. Reaching towards his chest she unlaced his robes, pushing it down past his shoulders. He was well toned, despite his priestly ways. His bare chest was soft and warm to the touch. She ran her fingers along the muscles in his arms.
He continued to kiss her passionately. His hands moved from her face to her chest. The heavy plate she was still wearing felt cold and obtrusive. She laughed slightly, watching him unclasp her chest piece. Finally, it was undone and it made a loud clatter at it hit the floor. He looked down at it, but Rowen quickly brought his attention back to her as she pulled her linen undershirt off.
He sat analyzing her now bare chest. Her breast were not what struck him at first, the scars riddling her body were far more interesting to the priest. Running his gentle fingers along the biggest one across her left chest, she reached up to hold his hand in place over it. He opened his hand in response, now his attention to her perky breasts, fondling the nipple below it. She gasped, moving her hand to pull him closer. His face now planted in her breasts, she buried her fingers into his long, dark hair.
She pushed hard against his head, urging him to explore her upper body farther. He did just that, kissing her breasts, suckling her nipples and then trailing kisses down to her narrow waist. Her plate legs still in place, he managed to unfasten them without much trouble. Rory moved aside slightly, allowing her to push them off onto the floor.
He liked this sight, Rowen almost completely naked, atop his bed. Removing her underwear, he ran his hands down her bony hips and kissed her thighs. She rested back on the bed, looking up at him. He crawled towards her, his robes still half on. Sitting next to her he touched her belly, circling her navel with a finger. She giggled, reaching for his hand, squeezing it.
They stared at one another, smiling at each other, enjoying this new closeness. She pulled at his robes, wishing he would remove them fully. He kissed her quickly and then slid off the bed, letting his robes fall to the floor. He removed his underpants as well, standing there fully naked. She looked at him, amazed how attractive he really was. Feeling slightly awkward, he rejoined her on the bed.
He cuddled up next to her momentarily, then he kissed her again. Straddling her, he didn't let his weight down on her. She seemed annoyed by the gap in between them and grabbed at his back with her nails, pushing him down on top of her. He stiffened his back, pushing it up against her nails. She clawed freely, exploring his back.
She thrust her hips towards his, ready to feel him inside. He hesitated, making eye contact with her, a questioning look in his eyes. She smiled at him, then licked her lips. Seeming sure this was she wanted, he entered her slowly, using his hand to guide him.
She found it strange, yet touching, that he seemed to be so gentle and cautious. It wasn't like she had never done this before.
At first he went slow, never letting his green eyes leave hers. Suddenly, her nails dug deeper than before, urging him to go faster. He did as she bid, pounding into her bony frame. She cried out, letting her hands leave his clawed back. She pulled at the bedsheets, sliding towards the headboard. He moved with her, grabbing hold of the headboard, thrusting into her harder.
Her inside channel tightened around him, and he almost lost it, but held it back, wanting her to come first. She cried out his name, then repeated it over and over, but in a quiet whisper. He slowed momentarily and withdrew his erect member. She gasped at the loss of him, but was not without it long as he thrust back into her. She clawed at his back once again and released hard and wet against him. He came with her, collapsing on top of her.
Gasping for breath, they held each other. Rory looked at her and kissed her cheeks gently. Rolling off of her, she moaned slightly as he removed himself from her. Next to her, he stretched his legs lazily. She snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He stroked her short hair gently.
The room was silent now, except for their quiet breathing. Squeezing her tight, he realized she had fallen asleep. He smiled, loving this moment. He sighed quietly, thinking of what tomorrow would bring. Closing his eyes, he shrugged the thought off. Come tomorrow, well that would be tomorrow. All he cared about was now, here with Rowen in his bed, sound asleep.