Hey, excuse me as a dump here yet another thought experiment.

This universe - everything went according to cannon up to the day of the farewell party at Rising Stones - this starts on the morning of that day - and it's likely to get VERY explicit.

Enjoy o/

Chapter 1: the list

Full, plush lips parted under his with a delicate moan of approval while dark-purple eyes drifted close and her long, jet-black lashes casted a shade over her cheeks. Her glorious scent filled his head when he drowned in her taste – sweet flavor of Noscean orange on his tongue set his blood aflame. G'raha couldn't help himself but to frame her beautiful face with his palms, tilting her head slightly for easier access as he devoured her mouth with a hunger born from over one hundred years of longing.

And when she coiled her arms tight around his neck and pulled him close – wanting him as much as he wanted her – he thought he's going to die when pure lust thrummed through his bloodstream turning his blood to lava as it shot south and made him ache for her.

To be allowed to love her… worship her… fuck her… Oh, but it was the most decadent fantasy. And that's all it was, whispered his traitorous mind and his eyes suddenly shot wide open – his dream melting away in the sunlight streaming through the window inside his room in the Annex.

G'raha groaned out loud, pressing his forearm over his eyes and almost… pouting at his own mind's betrayal. But it was wrong of him to think about his friend like that, he knew. His friend, Surr, the Warrior of Light – the hero and the childhood dream made flesh. So brave and fierce… so selfless and ever ready to offer a helping hand to anyone who needed it. Who saved him, inspired him… made him want to be the best version of himself to deserve the honor of being at her side.

That all of that came in the form of gorgeous young woman with long, pearly-white locks that made his hands itch to tangle his fingers in their lush waves… With dark-purple eyes that made him drown in their depths and peaked his inborn curiosity about the secrets hidden behind their devious glint… With beautiful, full lips that begged to be kissed and stole his breath when they tilted in a mischievous smirk when she planned her next prank… With a tiny, but curvy body that deserved to be worshiped... All of that – teased his unruly mind with the images like these of his quickly fading dream.

And the fact the he… they almost lost her such a short while ago… Only provoked his imagination to… wonder. The logical part of him knew she could never see him that way – could never feel for him the same way as he grew far too practiced at hiding. The thought that she would ever find out – figured out his desire for her – scared him. The thought of causing her discomfort with his feelings – or worse, that she would… pity him – was enough to keep his libido in check. Most of the time.

Only in the privacy and the sanctuary of his dreams and fantasies he allowed himself a shade of freedom to let his mind… wander. Let his thoughts wonder if her pretty lips would taste as maddeningly delicious as her citrus scent suggested. If her breasts would fit in his palms as perfect as his mind insisted they would. What kind of sounds would she utter in the throes of pleasure? Her soft voice seemed made for mewls and whimpers that would rob him of his mind. Would she like it sweet and gentle? Or rough and hard as the fire in her beautiful eyes suggested? Would she let him bury his face between her thighs and taste her…? Would she like that…? He could bet she would taste like nothing else ever could… Would she stay pliant and enjoyed it… or fist her hands in his hair and rode his mouth into oblivion…?

The image that thought sparked behind his closed eyelids had him groan again when his cock throbbed painfully – begging for relief. Helpless, he caved in, with his free hand pushing off his bedcovers and wrapping his palm around his aching flesh, whimpering in relief at the friction and growling in frustration at the same time – because nothing could ever sate his endless hunger for her. Nothing could ever fulfill his curiosity.

And only here, in those early bells of dawn and the privacy of his own bed he let himself drown in the fantasies of her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock – only here, to his eternal guilt and shame – he allowed himself to defile her image like that. At some level… hoping it'll be enough someday to stop his unruly mind and body from ruining his friendship with her.

That someday… he can look at her and not yearn to touch her in all the wrong, twisted ways his hands craved to. Not desire her anymore, not thirst for her as he so helplessly did… ever since he first laid his eyes on her so very, very long ago. Even back then – when he was simply a young historian fascinated by the mystery of the Crystal Tower – he knew she was too good, too perfect for him. Waking up in the doomed world and learning about all her deeds after they parted – only solidified that opinion. Going back to save the Source, the First, and most crucial… her, was a boon. To play even a footnote in her story… was more than he could ever dream of.

Even now, after all the hardship and the ordeal of the Final Days – after they won, after she won – he was nearly delirious with happiness at being able to play his part – at being able to help her.

And if his heart stopped and the tears choked him when she appeared on the Ragnarok – beaten, bloody and broken within an ilm of her life – and for a long, horrific moment he thought they… he lost her… That he'll never again get to see her beautiful eyes, wont see her smile and won't get to ever hear her laugh – only he knew how much that moment cost him.

He loved her – already knew he always did, and always will – but yearning for her was like wishing to catch a falling star. Ever beyond a silly mortal like him.

And even as he arched against the mattress and came with a choked whine of her name… his eyes, still covered by his forearm burned as despite the relief that shook his body, a yawning pit in his heart… one in the shape of her… only grew deeper.

Being the Warrior of Light had some perks, thought Surr with a wry smirk as she used her unnatural strength to easily move around the tables inside the common area of the Rising Stones. She could at least be useful… a moment longer.

She sighed softly, only in the quiet and emptiness of the usually busy room allowing herself to grimace as she pushed aside the last table and straightened to her miserable height. She looked around, then glad with fulfilling the dedicated to her task she sat on the table, and resting her boots on the surface of one of the chair, she folded her arms over her knees and buried her face in them with a deep, miserable sigh.

All of the others were busy with their own tasks that Tataru assigned for them. Running an errands around the Mor Dhona in preparation for the farewell party that was to take place here in a few bells.

The official disbanding of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. A moment when she was to officially drop the mantle of the Warrior to go back to the simple adventures.

But despite the fact that she agreed with the idea – of letting the leaders of Eorzea, Far East and all the other nations they affected - grow used to dealing with everything that comes without their involvement… Surr couldn't help but feel she was… unnecessary.

With the peace finally falling between the people and the tribes of their world and Nidhana's medallions… With Zodiark's and Hydealyn's demise… with resolving the millennia-long threat of the Final Days… There was no need anymore for the Warrior of Light.

For… her.

And she wasn't exactly sure… what she was supposed to do now. She joined the Scions at seventeen… and the constant crisis and the need to save and protect those dear to her… At the age of twenty-four, Surr simply didn't know how to spend her upcoming freedom. The others – she felt they'll split apart. One didn't had to be a genius to figure it out. The last conversation she had with them before they set to millennia-overdue chase after Meteion told her as much. In contrast to her – each of them had an idea what they wanted to do.

And despite feeling glad for them, wishing all of them the best – she couldn't help but as well feel like she was being… left behind. And that thought… prompted her latest idea. Her list. Which maybe was beyond childish and stupid… but yeah… not like she knew what else to do with herself.

Last night, as the idea of the disbanding finally sank in and her lack of purpose truly started to bother her… she sat down in her already mostly emptied room inside the compound, and wrote a list of things she wanted to do with her new freedom. A simple things to take her mind of the yawning pit inside her heart at the thought of being… alone. To let her play her role a bit longer – and not ruin this for her friends.

And as she did that – only then allowing her mind to wander – she came to realize a few things… Or one, mostly – that had her nearly wither with the hopelessness of it.

She was deeply, madly in love with G'raha Tia. Her best friend – who could never see her as anything else than that. It was really beyond ridiculous that it took her this long to figure it out. But considering her life up to this point… Surr sighed, tightening her arms around her knees and even curling her long, fluffy tail around herself.

It made so much sense now though… the soul-tearing pain she felt as she watched the crystal gate close behind him and the sadness at not ever seeing him again. The mix of joy and apprehension at the first meeting of the Crystal Exarch in the rift. Because it was beyond silly of him to think his disguise could fool her sensitive nose – even of she chose to play along to see where it'll lead. Her rage when she finally understood his plan… when she almost lost him again. The nearly mind-blowing gratefulness she felt to Emet-Selch at ruining that insane plan – that expired quickly when he decided to take him as the token for his trouble. The relief when she managed to save him… as he saved her.

Everything that followed, really should have made her realize that sooner. The way she nearly burst with happiness when she was able to wake him and finally bring him into the Scions' fold… His soothing presence during their trip to Old Sharlayan – as even unconsciously in her sleep – she would wake up curled into his side, purring with contentment when his delicious scent filled her head. The way her heart ached when one night during their struggles she visited her room in the Annex offering to share her burdens. The fierce determination she felt to bring him… all of them back in Ultima Thule. The sadness and disappointment she felt as her life started to dim at the edge of the universe. And even as battered and beaten as she felt during the flight home… the relief that they succeed. That… he was okay. Then, as her eyes involuntarily kept running toward him as if making sure he was there – she really should have figured it out.

During the celebrations in the Old Sharlayan that followed – when he so shyly asked her for a dance and her heart went absolutely… insane when she felt his arms around her. The pure disappointment then when the song ended and she had to… let go and part with his mind-blowing scent… all of this – should have tipped her off about her feelings for him.

But now… she was almost glad it didn't. Because last night, as point after point of her list kept leading her unruly thoughts toward the truly… depraved ideas that involved him one way or another… Even then she realized how hopeless it was.

She believed she didn't had to be experienced to know he could never see her that way. Could never look behind the image of the Warrior of Light – his inspiration, as he said – and see the woman. The woman dying of curiosity if… his pretty lips tasted as good as his scent suggested. How would his fingers feel on her body… How it would be to tangle her hands in the lovely, red hair…

And after she trashed list, after list that kept leading her to those… senseless thoughts – she realized one thing and the last, final list started with the idea that was to cure her out of this Twelve-forsaken… crush. Save her friendship with a man who was too… wonderful to let her ill-timed desire ruin it.

At the age of twenty-four, Surr – the Scion of the Seventh Dawn and the Warrior of Light (set to lose both titles this very day) – was still a virgin. And she figured if she were to amend that state – sate her curiosity and gain the experience so many thought she already had – she could get over her silly crush.

And as much as she wished for… him. As much as she yearned to be his… Surely, she could forget it. Find some willing man and discard this… burden.

She just… wasn't exactly sure how to go about that. Asking one of her male friends… was out of the question. Most of them were anyway sure she was more… experienced. They didn't get that her lack of embarrassment and occasionally naughty tongue came from the fact that she grew up in the city full by pirates and sailors… and by the age of fifteen she was completely desensitized to innuendos. To the more risky jokes Thancred used to love to toss her way. They didn't understand that her flirting and the way she would use her beauty was just another weapon in her arsenal. And only now she herself finally understood her lack of interest in such… matters before.

But since she couldn't have him… couldn't ruin their friendship with her senseless pinning… She had to find a way to get herself rid of that notion. If everything she heard was right – a good fuck should cure her lovesick heart right up. Or at least stop her from wishing for… impossible.

She clenched her jaw with a fierce determination she was famous for and without moving much out of her assumed pose – clicked the button on her linkpearl and called the only person she knew she can ask for advice without being… judged. Taking a deep, calming breath… she was too focused to hear the quiet sound of the door leading up to the Seventh Heaven opening and closing or a careful, silent steps stopping right by the door.

"Hey, baby," her mom picked up quickly, as she always did, and Surr almost grinned into her lap.

"Hey, mom," she said, closing her eyes and tightening her arms around her legs. "I have a question. A… weird one," then before she could chicken out, she blurted out quickly, "How do I find a man willing to fuck me?" and completely missed the quiet, stunned intake of air in the emptiness of the massive room.

"Language, Surr!" her mother chided, but with a laugh because she also lived for years in Limsa Lominsa and also knew her daughter too well. "And I wouldn't think that you would have a much issue with that, darling. You're a pretty girl."

"Maybe," she scowled, then sighed with resignation. "But how… do I go about it, mom? Every… male I know thinks I'm waaay more experienced than I am – and I would die of embarrassment if they found out I'm actually… a virgin," she added almost shamefully. "But I told you that we're… disbanding, right? The farewell party is today, in a few bells, and last night… I thought it's a good… occasion to celebrate my freedom with losing that… burden."

"Are you sure it's something you really want, though?" her mom asked carefully and Surr almost smiled, easily able to imagine her scowl. She really missed her parents… and if there was one perk to disbanding – maybe now she'll be able to visit them more often. "Wouldn't it be… better to wait for a person who makes your heart sing? It's so much more… enjoyable when you love your partner."

I already found him, she thought miserably, curling around her lap tighter, but I can't have him. He will never see me as a woman deserving of his… desire. I'm only a… symbol for him.

"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed instead, shutting her eyes tighter and choking out a forced laugh. "I just want… a simple fuck – no need to get feelings involved into that. I am… I was a Warrior of Light – it's not like anyone could truly want a… relationship with someone like… me. As much as they like to call me a hero and a Champion, mom – I'm just a killer. A weapon to be used and discarded when I serve my p-purpose," she giggled softly to cover the way her throat tightened at the simple truth behind it. The way her heart clenched and her eyes burned with that knowledge. And now, losing even that title – that purpose – who was she now? She cleared her throat, swallowing the rising bile when she mind ran blank looking for an answer and sighed, straightening in her seat and rubbing her eyes dry. "So, how do I…" she choked, opening her eyes and meeting an intent stare of a crimson irises that had her heart stutter and a furious blush burn her face. Oh, Twelve… "N-nevermind, mom," she stammered, blindly rising her hand to her ear. "I'll call you again… later, bye," she said, and disconnected the call before her mother could utter another word.

The object of her… earlier musing, G'raha Tia himself, stood a few steps away from the door leading up into the tavern with his arms busy with the box – probably the extra drinks Tataru assigned him to get – staring at her with an expression in his eyes she had no idea how to read. As their eyes clashed – ruby to amethyst – and her blush grew impossibly darker and hotter by the seconds of extended silence… and her mortification grew.

"How… how much did you h-hear?" she stammered nervously, jumping of the table.

"Enough," he said softly, and as she watched with wide-eyed, terrified gaze, he put the box down by his feet then narrowed his eyes and neared her slowly – as if trying not to spook her. Which didn't work, because she blindly, instinctively backed away from him, with her ears flattened against her hair, until her back hit the wall near the arch leading down toward the entrance of the Solar – where she knew Tataru was busy drawing last plans for the party. Her eyes grew even bigger and her jaw dropped when he didn't stop, soon bracing his hands against the wall around her shoulders and almost… caging her by it. And… and she really shouldn't enjoy the shiver it sent down her spine. She still could easily get free – just jump aside under one of his arms or push him back, and knowing him as she did, she knew he wouldn't stop her. But she was too… fascinated by the mysterious, dark glint in the depths of the crimson irises. "Is that really… something you think of yourself, Surr?" he asked softly, carefully lifting his hand and delicately brushing back a lock of white hair that fell against her cheek. His eyes finally freed hers from their mesmerizing look, following the movement of his fingers when he rolled that lock around them slowly. "That… you're a weapon? That none would… want you?" he whispered.

She swallowed thickly, and despite her insanely pounding heart and the way his intoxicating scent seemed to try to surround her and filled her lungs with every rapid, shaky inhale… Surr faked a grin, and shrugged nonchalantly, focusing her gaze over his shoulder and trying to clear her head.

"That's just… how it is, G'raha," she said in what she hoped was an easy tone. "People need me and point me at the… things that need killing – and that's what I do. Because I'm good at it, and after it's all said and done – that's all I'm good at, really," she laughed shakily, without any real humor behind it as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall behind her, trying to ignore another wave of heat hitting her face when his fingers – probably accidentally – brushed against her cheek. "Now, that's there's no need for the Warrior of Light anymore… Everyone will depart to their own tasks – different goals – and what I'll do? Go around and see what else needs killing, most likely – since that's the only thing I'm good for."

"And your plan to… celebrate that fact?" he said, and she didn't dare to open her eyes – squeezing them shut harder as pure mortification filled her head, breaking through the fog his scent was spinning over her thoughts.

"What… what about i-it?" she stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm… I'm a grown woman, G'raha. So… w-what if I want to have some… f-fun? If this whole disbanding is to have any… perks for me, I can at least finally get rid of that… b-burden."

"I told you to call me 'Raha,'" he said and she felt his fingers let go of her hair to close around her chin. "And you truly want just anyone to… have you that way? Just… any 'willing male'?" he repeated her earlier words and it was an effort not to flinch at the undertone of a growl in his low voice.

"Why do you care, R-Raha?" she snapped, growing defensive as her blush only grew darker and hotter. She forced her eyes open to sent him a glare – to freeze and her heart stutter furiously at the sight of pure fury in his narrowed eyes. At the proximity of his muscular body as sometime along the way when her eyes were closed he moved closer, crowding her now against the wall. She couldn't help but gasp softly when he tilted her head up and his hot breath fanned her lips as her gaze drowned in his and suddenly the air itself was just… too thick to breathe, making her feel dizzy. She swallowed thickly, trying to collect her scattered thoughts and nearly whimpered with mortification when his nostrils flared delicately and his eyes narrowed even further. He was a Seeker, like her, and knowing their sharp sense of smell… he knew now, had to.. smell it. Her desire for him… her arousal at being pinned down like… this. She was stronger than him – than anyone, really – and now he… had to know what the thought, the idea of… submitting was doing to her insides. And the fact, that it was… him. His wonderful scent and the incredible heat of his body. She swallowed again as her mouth watered and closed her eyes again, trying not to breathe, despite how… deliciously tempting and difficult his scent was making that task. "It's… n-none of your… b-business who I let to f-fuck me, i-isn't it?" she knew that her voice was trembling and she was stuttering like an… idiot, but he knew now, and… Gods, it was beyond embarrassing!

Blindly, she lifted her hands against his chest – fully intending to push him back and ran to her room to hide there until the party – hoping by then her blush will go away and she'll be able to pretend this whole… situation never happened… and they could still be friends. And that she wasn't ruining it by her senseless… want. That's exactly what she planned to do…

"Any 'willing' male, you said," he growled and she froze again, instinctively fisting her hands in the front of his tunic at the sound of the roiling fury in his voice. Her lashes fluttered and she gasped at the sight of his eyes – so dark and unbearably… hungry – as his fingers tightened around her chin, tilting her head slightly to the side. "So… let me share also in that burden, my Warrior," he hissed, then claimed her mouth in kiss that completely, utterly blew her mind.

She whimpered breathlessly when his tongue pressed roughly past her lips, and couldn't help herself but to meet it with hers when his insanely delicious taste invaded her senses and set her blood to boil in her veins. She couldn't help but let her hands trail up over his chest to wrap around his neck tightly and pull him closer, moaning right into his mouth when his hard body pressed her into the wall, while his hands shot down to wrap around the back of her thighs and roughly pull her up against him until she had no choice but to coil her legs tight around his waist, despite how it made her skirt roll nearly up to her waist.

Surr arched with a helpless whine between him and the rough texture of the wall, breaking the consuming kiss when he gripped her hips and rolled his against her, and she nearly expired at the feeling of his rock-hard flesh pressing between her legs despite the clothes separating them. She shook, gasping for air when he groaned, dropping his head on her shoulder when she rocked back against him with uncertainty, then mewled breathlessly when a burst of pleasure thrummed along her spine when he rutted into her, pulling her tight against him with his grip on each desperate thrust of his hips.

Mindless and lost in the sensations as they build up so quickly she grew dizzy – his scent in her head, his taste on her lips and his low gasps and groans filling her eager ears – the pure pressure that set her whole body ablaze, she fisted her hands in the back of his vest, burying her nose against his throat and trying to muffle her noises as she bit his Archon's mark, then whined desperately when his thrusts grew brutal and punishing and that insane heat coiled low in her belly painfully, so tight she could feel it's about to snap.

"R-Raha," she mewled his name against his throat, shuddering violently with unfamiliar sensations and clawing at his back and shoulders – desperately looking for purchase in this insane storm her body seemed to be stuck in. "Raha, please…" she moaned, arching and undulating under his thrusts – begging for relief and at the same time hoping it'll never end. Whimpering in the painful pleasure when he slowed down suddenly, keeping her completely still against the wall as he panted harshly against her throat, shaking in her arms as he rolled his hips in a deliberate movement, nibbling at her skin while she mewled and whined, pawing at him with a desperation she would be beyond embarrassed about if she was able to think at all. "Ra-Raha…"

"T-this is what you… need, my Warrior?" he gasped into her skin, then one of his hands shot up an roughly curled into her hair, tilting her head back as he leaned away from her and she almost passed out at the sight of the bare lust in his darkened, glassy irises, giving them a look of most beautiful rubies. The lust and roiling fury that had her tremble. "You would let… anyone touch you l-like this, Surr?" he snarled against her lips, and she whimpered softly – loving the possessive undertone in his low voice.

"N-no," she whispered, trying to collect her scattered thoughts, but he made it impossible as he kept her body trembling at the edge of… something. Something nearly scary in its intensity, and yet she couldn't help but crave it. Couldn't help but gasp and mewl against his lips at every hard, slow roll of his hips. "Ra-Raha, please… I n-need… I have t-to… pleeeease…"

"You won't let anyone else touch you, are we clear?" he hissed, and she whimpered when he accented each word with a thrust, sending her mind deeper into the haze he spun over her thoughts. "If you need… relief, my Warrior, you'll come to me, yes?" he purred, then nipped on her lower lip and she couldn't help but blush when another whimper tore from her throat. "No one gets to see you like this, but me," and the pure possessiveness in his ruby eyes had her heart stutter and pound even harder.

"Yes," she gasped, letting him easily tilt her head as he leaned in to press a sharp, nearly painful bite where her throat met her shoulder – an instinctive demand of submission that had her insides flutter and clench as painful emptiness between her legs had her whimper and choke when a loud, insistent purr rumbled in the back of her throat. A primal answer to his claim… a demand to be his she couldn't held back as dazed by the torturous pleasure as she was. "Yesss, R-Raha, only… you, pleeeease…" she mewled, out of her mind with need.

"Good girl," he praised on a rumbling growl, setting her nerves ablaze when his hand moved between their bodies and moving her underwear aside, his fingers slid delicately through her soaked folds. "So wet for me already, Surr," he growled against her throat, and her purrs only grew louder and more insistent. She was dying for any sort of relief by this point, rolling her hips eagerly against his touch, then stilling with a choked whine when he pressed one of his long fingers inside her, groaning quietly against her skin when her inner muscles quivered around it. "So… tight. Like a vice, love… " her heart stuttered at the sound of the endearment, but then he started to pump into her, to soon let a second finger join the first, curling them slightly and she lost her mind, wailing until he used his free hand to cover her mouth quickly, cutting the sound short. "Shhh, beautiful. As much as I would love to listen to that… Can't have someone cutting our… playtime before you're satisfied, can we? Before you learn your lesson, love."

She just whimpered desperately and nodded shakily as his fingers sped up, and soon she was beyond glad at the hand covering her mouth when she couldn't stop her whines and mewls as the pressure grew unbearable and she was dying… He was killing her… but it was sooo good, too good… so worth it… And when his thumb pressed against her clit, and he moved his hand away to claim her lips in another mind-shattering kiss, feeding her his low, hungry growls and swallowing her breathless moans… Her world exploded and she screamed right into his mouth which he swallowed with a pleased, satisfied hum, while his fingers fucked her right through her very first orgasm that completely ruined her for any other male.

And when she came down from her high after a long, long moment… drowning in bliss even as he pulled back reluctantly and fixed her clothes, carefully helping her to the ground and holding her upright only by letting her lean against his hard body… she knew she was in trouble.

Who knew that her… gentle, polite friend… could get like… this? This possessive, dominant male, who now soothingly combed his fingers through her hair until her shaky breaths slowed down and she hid her burning face against his chest, seemed so at odds with the man she fell in love with in the first place, and yet… not.

"You're… mine now," he purred by her ear, then delicately nipped at the sensitive shell and she could only shudder and gasp when another rumbling purr left her throat involuntarily. She could only fist her hands in his clothes when he chuckled at that, then nuzzled against her ears, smoothing his hands possessively over her back. "My very own beautiful Warrior, aren't you, Surr?"

"Y-yours," she gasped helplessly into his tunic, her face completely on fire as the events of the last few minutes played out in her head when she closed her eyes.

"Not a weapon, or a killer, love," he whispered and she shuddered when her throat tightened and her eyes burned as he rested his chin on top of her head and coiled his arms around her so… tenderly. "But my sweet girl with a gentle, caring heart. Who does what is necessary to save and protect the others. That's who you are, Surr. That's who you'll always be – title or not. And after today… you'll be finally free to figure out what else can you be."

She couldn't help the tears that slipped her closed eyelids, not even aware how much she… needed to hear that. Wondering if he even knew how much it meant to her. If she wasn't already in love with this brilliant, beautiful man…

"But your plans… you can forget," he said with a slight growl to his voice that instantly had her heart stutter and her tail involuntarily wrap around him. "If you still want to… lose your virginity tonight, my beautiful, you'll come to me. Understood?"

'Y-yes, Raha," she stammered, blushing up to her hairline and almost shyly wrapped her arms around his waist. Such a uncharacteristic thing for her… and he knew that, chuckling quietly against her ear as he dropped one hand against her bottom and let it knead her flesh over the material of her skirt.

"Will you, Surr?" he purred and nibbled on her ear again and she couldn't stop another loud purr or the slight, needy roll of her hips. "I promise you, love… I'll make it so good for you, give you all the pleasure your beautiful body deserves. Worship you with my hands and mouth, until you wont be ever able to even think of letting anyone else touch you."

She already couldn't… He didn't know it yet, but he owned her body and heart. Her very soul.

"And when I take you, you'll love it, Surr, I swear," he growled, and his fingers tightened around her flesh, pulling her tight against him. She could only whimper and shudder feeling his hard flesh press against her belly, spike her need until that painful emptiness squeezed her insides and she could almost imagine his cock throbbing inside her. Spreading her insides and claiming her in the most primal, delicious way. She purred her need, rocking against him harder, biting on his tunic to uselessly try to stiffle her sound, and blushing even darker when he punished her for that with a delicate swat on her bottom, and another gentle bite on the sensitive shell of her ear. "Be my good girl, darling," he cooed, and she swoon at the way his low voice rumbled with his own, inviting purr. "After the party… after everyone leave… at midnight, let's say… I'll wait for you in Old Sharlayan, babe. In your old 'nap room.' And if you want me… If you want to be mine – you'll come to me. Deal?"

But you don't love me, she wanted to say but bit her tongue. This was… much more than she could hope for before. And even if he didn't… maybe he could? Eventually. And if not… she could at least have the memory of being his. For a moment, at least. The thought that he was her first lover – the only one she wanted in the first place.

"A-and we still would be… f-friends?" she stammered nervously, clenching her hands in the material of his vest.

"Of course, my beautiful Surr," he purred against her ear with an amused lilt to his voice that sent a round of goosebumps across her body. Twelve, she loved his voice.

She closed her eyes, and took a deep, calming breath – which was a mistake because it filled her head and lungs with his spicy scent of cinnamon and almonds, and she had to bit back another needy purr, clearing her throat and hoping her voice wasn't trembling as much as it seemed when she gave her answer.

"Deal," she whispered, then gasped at the sound of the door of the Solar behind them opening. Nearly sore with need when they silently jumped apart and with pounding heart she watched him sent her a wink and a smirk before heading back to the box he left on the floor earlier, before… blowing her mind completely.

"Ah, G'raha, you're back," said Tataru cheerfully, bracing her hands on her hips. "You got everything I asked?"

"That and more," he replied easily, picking up the box and soon setting it on the counter of the bar.

"Oh, and I see you're done moving the tables, Surr?" her voice shook her out of the stupor and Warrior blinked down stupidly at the Lalafellin, biting her lower lip with uncertainty, before nodding – hoping it was a right answer to whatever she asked. "Marvelous!" her friend chirped, clapping her hands in excitement. Then she frowned, and tapped her fingers against her chin as she turned around and headed back to the Solar. "Now, if I can only figure out what to do with…" she murmured, and the closing door shut her words off.

Surr looked after her for a long moment, swallowing thickly when she felt a shiver ran down her spine when G'ra… Raha walked behind her and then his hands moved to rest on her hips and pulled her back against such a hot, deliciously hard body. She arched with a quiet whimper when he brushed her hair back off her shoulder and bit her, far too delicately…

"Can't wait," he purred against her skin, sending another round of goosebumps across her body and she couldn't help but agree, helplessly resting the back of her head against his shoulder and instinctively tilting her neck when he trailed a soft, far too gentle bites up her throat and to the side of her jaw.

And when another set of the doors – this time the ones leading up to the tavern – gave a sudden sound indicating someone was coming… she almost expired when he growled softly with an obvious frustration, then backed away from her swiftly – and she barely choked down a whine of dissatisfaction at loss of his heat against her back. But instead she turned around and placed a too familiar, fake smile on her lips and taking a deep breath prepared herself to welcome her friends. Doing anything she could not to look toward him and even despite that out of the corner of her eye seeing him lean against the bar.

And she realized two things at once…

This will be an extremely long day. She needed a new list.

If she really could have him… She'll be damned if she doesn't try every twisted, depraved way she wanted him.