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"So you think I'm attractive?" Kalvor asked, following her to the shelter. "I'm flattered," he reached her side and stopped, looking down at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"For a night elf," She corrected as she ducked inside. "Don't let it go to your head." She found her sleeping pallet and lay down, drawing the rough fabric about her. Even with the warmth from the fire, she was cold. The night air chilled her and she found her teeth chattering as she tried to settle.
Kalvor smiled and followed her, stepping over her prone form carefully. "Wouldn't dream of it," He muttered as he threw himself onto his blankets. Pulling the blanket up to his chin, he turned back to face her. She had dived into the blanket and was curling herself into a ball. "Cold?" He asked, watching her shudder.
"Freezing," She replied, rubbing her upper arms with her hands as she tried to get warm. "Why don't you wrap me in those arms of yours to keep me warm?" She called, her voice teasing and amused.
"Come here and I will," He challenged loudly, lifting the corner of his blanket and beckoning her forward. He raised his eyebrows, challenging her to accept.
Leanadas stared at his mocking face for one long moment. "You do like to play a dangerous game," She muttered softly as she scooted closer to him, moving to within touching distance before she stopped.
"Yes I do," He replied, favouring her with a mischievous smile. "Would you like to join in?"
"I thought you were worried about my trustworthiness," Her voice shuddered slightly in the cool air and he moved closer. His left arm reached out and caught hold of her upper arm, drawing her close. They were centimetres apart, staring at each others faces in the flickering light. "And I thought you weren't trying to seduce me." Leanadas said, her voice a mixture of amusement and barely restrained tension. Disturbed by the closeness of his lips, she rolled over, her back pressing up against him. Against the solid bulk of his chest, she could feel the warmth of his skin through her clothes and her shivers subsided, his warmth thrumming through her body.
"I don't want you to freeze to death before you can help me escape," his mouth whispered against her ear, sending goosebumps along her side. She felt him smile and she tried to relax, feeling his arm snake around her waist. "Don't panic," He murmured, his voice growing heavy with sleep. "It's just body heat I'm sharing."
"Glad to hear it," She whispered, warmth finally stilling the shivers that raced through her body.
"I'm not," He replied, grinning as she froze beside him. "What's the matter, aren't I allowed to admit some level of desire?"
"What is with you?" She murmured, encroaching sleep fogging her mind and slurring her words. She heard him chuckle behind her and she resisted the urge to elbow him in the chest.
"It's simple," He uttered, his voice half asleep. "You're extremely attractive and I'm not immune to that," His arm around her waist grew heavier as he relaxed even further. "But I don't go anywhere I'm not invited and you," He tapped her waist with his hand. "Haven't invited me and I can't trust you." His final words trailed off as he fell asleep. Leanadas lay still, feeling his chest rise and fall against her back. His words flowed through her mind and she bit her lip, wondering why she didn't pull away from him. If she were being totally honest with herself, she knew that an attraction existed between them but she couldn't admit it. He was a Night Elf, they were on the opposite sides of a brutal war, no matter how handsome he was, she could not forget that. Then there was the fact of their situation, they had saved each other on several occasions, their feelings could be no more than gratitude disguised as attraction. As she drifted towards sleep, she wondered what he would do if she turned and kissed him. As this intriguing thought pulsed through her mind, she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
"Up," The blanket was swept from her body and she jolted awake as the cool morning air hit her figure. The grey light of predawn filtered through the fabric of their shelter and she stared up at the night elf who had just dragged her out of sleep.
"Kalvor!" She called with real heat, reaching for the blanket that he was holding just out of reach. "It's too early to work on the raft,"
"Sorry Lea, but we don't have time to sleep in," He raised the edge of the shelter and pointed towards the west. "There are riders in the air, I can't tell what side. I think a rescue party is coming."
She jumped to her feet and scrambled to the edge of the tent, staring out at the grey landscape with baited breath. Following the direction of Kalvor's fingers, she found where he was looking and squinted into the distance. Circling above the ruins of the Great Lift, three flying creatures could clearly be seen. Hissing in frustration, she pulled her head back inside the shelter.
"They look like Gryphons," She uttered, a sick feeling settling over her. "They're Alliance," Kalvor took another look at the flying mounts and ducked into the shelter beside her. "They'll be coming here, they're bound to see us," She was trying hard not to babble as a thread of fear flowed down her spine.
"It's alright," Kalvor murmured, running his arm about her shoulders and gently squeezing her upper arm. "We can deal with this."
"How?" She turned to face him, worry etched into her features.
"We can deal with this," He repeated carefully, pulling her into a firm hug. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let them hurt you,"