The pair sat face to face in the bath font, Pyravia straddling Illidan's spread knees under the water. Their blindfolds and armor lay sitting side by side, a few feet away, dully coated in the faint cobalt glow emanating from the water.
"You must learn to focus in battle... Look what you've done to yourself.", Illidan grumbled, gently taking one of Pyravia's hands and showing her the darkening bruises and deep gouges. "Every injury you receive in your demon form will affect you in this form, try to remember that, won't you?" Pyravia winced silently as the Betrayer took a nearby rag, drenched it in the enchanted mana water, and wrapped it around her hand, gently massaging it. "I do not wish to see you harmed like this again.", he muttered, holding his student against him with his other arm.
She looked up at him, gazing into his diverted eyes, before speaking. "We took Legion Hold for ourselves though. My minor injuries are well worth what we gained, and they are much less grievous than what the fel orcs received.", Pyravia argued, shuddering at the image of fel orcs with bloody, oozing stumps where limbs once were. Illidan scoffed in response. "I do not care for the orcs. I care for you, and it displeases me to see you in pain or marred by vile demons.", he huffed, looking down at her and pressing his forehead against hers. "You did not escape unscathed yourself! Have you seen your body?", she battled further, pointing out every individual marking that the demons had left upon him.
Illidan raised an eyebrow, looking down to the closing wounds. He scoffed again. "Trivial.", he growled, removing the rag from his lover's hand and soaking it in the waters once more, before wrapping her other hand. "Perhaps to you. Have you not thought that it displeases me to see you injured?", the student jested, smirking at her master. Illidan did not reply, struggling to keep his brooding expression on.
With a small titter of triumph, Pyravia leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, earning a smile from him as he eagerly kissed back. She pulled away, cupping his jaw with her free hand. "It is so rare that I see you smile..", the blood elf mused, relishing in the short lived grin. Illidan mockingly glared down at her before leaning in and kissing her once more, holding her wrapped hand with his left and cupping her neck with his right.
She pulled back once more as Illidan proceeded to unwrap her other hand, resoaking the cloth and cleaning the wounds that peppered her neck and face. "I wonder..", she pondered as he kneaded a tender spot near her collarbones that had been hit with a chunk of felcoal, "How often did you smile, thousands of years ago?"
Illidan looked up at her bewildered for a moment, before seeming to search for an answer. "Not frequently.", he finally said, returning to kneading and unwinding her bruise. "So not much has changed then, hmm?", she teased, bringing a hand up around his neck and kissing his head. She felt him smile once more, his face hidden. "Shush.", he ordered playfully, placing a strand of kisses that traveled up to her jaw and over to her lips.
She held back from the final kiss, a defiant look in her eyes. "Make me.", she tested, staring directly up into Illidan's fel-iron orbs. A hungry grin crossed his face before he crushed his lips against hers, lust-filled and wanting. His arms wound tightly around her as she felt a certain spot on him begin to harden, her breasts pressed against his chest and her arms around his neck. A loud gasp brought the two out of their reverie, however, Pyravia's eyes widening as she saw Prince Kael'thas staring directly at them.
The prince hid his face bashfully, turning bright shades of red. Illidan haphazardly tossed Pyravia, alarmed at someone seeing the two together in such a state. Whipping his pants and blindfold on, he marched angrily over to the Sin'Dorei prince.
"Look at me, Sunstrider.", he commanded, eyes burning through the black bandage. Nervously, Kael'thas raised his gaze to the Betrayer's, ignoring Pyravia attempting to cover herself in the cleansing pool. "Are you mad, Illidan?! And with one of your Illidari, nontheless!", he hissed, suddenly filled with gusto and courage. Illidan backed Kael'thas against the court wall, glare intensifying with every passing moment. "You will say nothing of this to anyone, do I make myself clear?", he snarled, venom bleeding through his words.
Kael'thas continued to meet the Lord of Outland's gaze forcefully for a few moments, before faltering and looking to the ground. With an angry huff, Illidan backed away from the prince. "Leave us. Now.", he growled, waving him off and turning his attention back to Pyravia.
"...master?", she said quietly, reaching up to her lover as he neared her. He stripped down quickly once more, taking her hand firmly as he sat back down in the water, wings folded tightly behind him. With his other arm, he reached over and took her by her waist, lifting her up and placing her in his lap before wrapping his strong arms around her. She did not speak as she listened to his ragged breathing, only placing her hands on both sides of his face and stroking his cheekbones. His grip on her tightened as he closed his eyes, letting the feeling of her delicate hands consume him. Taking one hand away from his face, she reached up and untied his high Kal'Dorei tail and blindfold, letting his thick black hair fall down past his shoulders and the blindfold drop on to the surface of the water.
He took a quivering sigh as she straddled his waist, replacing her hand upon his cheek and allowing herself to be pressed tightly against his muscled torso. Slowly, the anger radiating off of him like a fire began to fade, his breathing and heart slowing to a normal pace. "No one may know, I cannot risk losing you.. Kil'Jaeden sees all..", he finally spoke, barely above a whisper, reaching a hand up and curling his fingers around Pyravia's. "Hush..", she soothed, pressing her forehead against his and squeezing his larger hand as best she could. "The Legion has eyes everywhere, I cannot -", he tried to continue, before Pyravia quickly kissed him in an effort to silence him.
"Illidan.. hush.", she said , now more strongly, dragging her thumb in a circle around his temple. The Betrayer released a long breath, melting into his student's caresses and massages. "Do not think of this again.. I'm not going anywhere unless I am by your side, I promise.", she comforted, feeling him begin to unwind once more.
