And here's some more. Please read and review.
She settled back against the rough battered leather of her backpack and drew her legs up close to her stomach, curling her body into a ball so to generate more warmth. A buzz still invaded her veins and she remained wakeful, the events of the day running through her head, keeping her from sleep. Beside her she could hear Kalvor's breathing settle into slower deep breaths as he drifted towards sleep. Cautiously, she turned her head to run a wondering gaze over his body. In the flickering firelight, his face seemed serene and relaxed, without the mocking amusement that he wore during his waking hours. His chest rose and fell with each slow breath he took, the scars of her magic dark against his pale skin. He was handsome, she could not doubt that and his humour only added to the attraction provided by his body. She shook her head slightly, trying to banish the thoughts that had begun to invade her mind and she closed her eyes, trying to find sleep. Yet sleep eluded her. Memories of the day flooded through her mind until finally, with a snarl of frustration, she pushed the blanket aside and sat up. Leaving the warm shelter, she stepped out onto the ledge and stared out across the Thousand Needles.
The raging torrent appeared black beneath the starlit sky. Her vision ranged to the right, looking for the familiar lights of Freewind Post, yet there was nothing. She was alone save for the flood and Kalvor sleeping behind her. A light breeze ruffled the ruddy strands of her hair and she tucked them behind her ear. Thoughts still buzzed through her mind, memories of the day and Kalvor.
"What am I doing?" She whispered to herself, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind.
"I'd like to know that answer." She started, turning to the warm sound of his voice. He stepped from the shelter, chest bare and face almost unreadable in the firelight. "It's cold out here Leanadas,"
"I couldn't sleep," She returned, thankful that the darkness hid the warmth that flooded across her face.
"Hmm." He stood beside her and looked out at the dark flood. "It's been a long day and you should sleep, " His voice was serious and she stared at him, finding his eyes in the dark.
"I can't, I just keep seeing that wall of water," Her voice drifted softly in the space between them. "and," She stopped speaking, bowing her head to stare at the floor, unwilling to continue that line of thought.
"and what?" He asked, his voice husky with sleep.
"And knowing that had it not been for that, you would have killed me,"
He sighed and his fingers reached for her chin, drawing her eyes back to meet his. Leanadas felt her breath catch in her throat at the gentle touch. "I would have killed you," He confirmed, staring into her eyes with utter seriousness. "But this happened and I'm not killing you now, so don't worry about that." He dropped his fingers. "are you sure that's all that's bothering you?"
"Why do you care?" She muttered, throwing his words from earlier back at him.
"I'm risking my life with you tomorrow, call it survival." He stepped closer and she bit her lip. "What is it?"
"I don't understand you," She answered finally, "I don't understand why you're like this with me, why the flirtation? We're enemies Kalvor not friends."
"Don't you think I don't know that?" He asked in the same serious tones. "Believe I am aware of it. Half the reason I am out here when I could be asleep is worry over what you could be planning. Personally I don't mind the flirtation, it's easier than constant antagonism. Would it really be better if I snarled at you?" He stepped forward and leant over her. "You may not trust me, but I don't know how far I can trust you. Either way, it's easier if we're not threatening to kill each other every five minutes." He stopped speaking, looking over her face with interest. "What is really worrying you Lea? The fact that I may stab you in the back or the possibility that I'm attracted to you?"
"The former," Leanadas uttered after the barest hesitation. "I'm not concerned with the latter,"
"Very politic," He whispered, stepping even closer. "and I think you're lying,"
"I don't care," She replied, her voice matching his. "It's late Kalvor and you are quite right, I do need to sleep." She turned away from him and headed for the shelter. She reached the small fabric structure and turned to look at him. "Perhaps you're right, maybe flirtation is better than antagonism," She ducked down to enter but stopped. "You are after all very attractive," She paused and continued. "For a Night Elf."