A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry it took so long to put this chapter up. There were quite a few RL factors that needed to be dealt with first. I have included in this chapter two Thalassian words that I have noted with an (*) and put the translation at the end of the chapter. I found the words on a WoW website. Please continue to review. It really encourages me and motivates me to write more. Thanks to all those who have reviewed! ^.^ You guys are great!

As always, I do not own World of Warcraft, or Blizzard or anything associated with the game. I make no money off this story. The only thing I get from it is pure entertainment. So, with out anything more... Here's chapter 11!

"Warrior, if you know what is good for you, you'll go away. Now!" Jinny rolled over and pulled the quilt more tightly around her. The morning chill had set in during the night, turning the room a clammy cold. For the moment, she was warm and she wanted to stay that way. She groaned again, squeezing her eyes shut against the rising sun that was extending long fingers of light through the moth ravaged curtains that hung on the windows. The bed moved and creaked under his weight as he climbed on and curled up next to her. The only thing separating them were the blankets to which she clung grudgingly.

"Go away," she grumbled.

The low chuckle rumbled in his chest before escaping his throat, thick with sleep. "I'm not moving, Mage, until you are."

The woman shrugged. "Fine. Just be quiet. I'm not finished sleeping yet."

"But we should be leaving," he cooed in a sing-song voice into her ear.

"That's not being quiet," she cooed back.

"I know, but I never agreed to be quiet," he said, nuzzling into her hair, his lips resting just below and behind her ear. A warm shiver slid down her spine. She reached back to flick his nose. He flinched and she tugged her hand back into the warmth of the blanket.

"Go away. You're bothering me."

"Fine. I'll be quiet," he sighed, wrapping an arm around her. They stayed that way for a few moments, a contented smile softening her morning scowl. The smile quickly disappeared when he rolled over, taking the blankets with him. She tried in vain to wrestle the covers out of his grip. Years of wielding a large sword had given him tremendous strength in his hands and he easily held onto the blankets as she struggled and pulled to get them back. It was futile, she knew. She sighed heavily, turning sideways in the bed.

"Fine! Keep them! But you can have them on the floor." She smirked, placing her feet squarely in the center of his back and pushing with all she had. The resounding THUNK as he hit the floor was extremely satisfying. She rolled over and curled into a little ball to go back to sleep.

"Oh, no, you don't, Mage," he said, climbing out of the blankets. "I slept on the floor the entire night. It's my turn to use the bed." He jumped onto the bed and pinned her between his arms. "Your turn for the floor, Mage. Or you could share it with me..." He flashed a roguish grin at her when she opened a disapproving eye. She grumbled something unintelligible and he chuckled. "Come on, now. It's time to rise and shine..." He looked at her, regarding her one, slightly open eye. "Well, rise, anyway." She grumbled again, pulling the pillow over her head. The warrior sat up on his knees. "Mage." His voice had taken an authoritative tone. "It's time to get up. We need to be on our way."

She sighed heavily. The message in the envelope wasn't going to deliver itself. Not to mention it was extremely time sensitive. She had wondered why the magisters couldn't have just made her a portal to Shattrath. She, herself, was able to conjure a portal here and there, but the ability only extended to places she'd been. In order for a mage to conjure a usable portal, the caster needed to be able to visualize the destination. An obviously impossible task if one has never seen the end city. She could teleport herself simply enough, but again, only if she knew what the objective looked like. The young mage wondered again why they couldn't have conjured a portal for her to take the message to the Scryer's in Shattrath. Pulling the pillow off her head, she sighed sleepily once more. She supposed she needed the real world experience.

Jinny sat up in the bed, a little uncomfortable with how close he was to her yet. The woman glowered at the warrior. "Alright. I'm up. Happy?" Darreek grinned at her, his white teeth gleaming. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it out. "You know, you're way too chipper in the morning. It skirts on the edge of annoying."

The amusement in his eyes was echoed by his laughter. "Am I?"

She gave him a sharp nod and moved to hop off the bed. "Aye. You are." He adjusted his position so that he was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Really? Well, did you know that you are grumpy in the mornings?"

She shrugged, not looking at him. "Well, wouldn't you be? Just imagine an energetic little jack rabbit bouncing all over, interrupting your sleep. That's what you are."

Laughter rumbled in his broad chest. "Am I?" he said again. Again, she nodded as she bent over her bags. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, creating a veil of fire that covered her face. Her round bottom in the air, and only a thin cotton shift covering skin that he ached to touch. She stood, holding a fresh set of robes and turned to walk behind the changing screen.

"Anar'alah!*" she cried as she jumped, startled by him suddenly standing before her. She took a breath, exhaling sharply. "Why must you do that?"

He chose to ignore her question, instead, asking one of his own. "Do you know what you are?"

"No, what?" she huffed.

He grinned slowly, wrapping a hand around her waist and brushing hair out of her face with the other. "You're a grump and a grouch..." he pulled her close and tangled his fingers in her hair. His voice became soft and gentle, deep with desire, his eyes hooded. He looked at her and lowered his head to only hover above her mouth. "And so damn sexy in the morning." He growled as he claimed her mouth. Lips moving against hers in a passionate kiss, his hands caressed her back to draw her even closer.

She'd stiffened in surprise when he'd grabbed her, but when his mouth was right above hers, she'd lost all sense. He made her head spin. Just his smell alone was overwhelming. An earthy, spicy scent of trees, dirt and campfires. But he was assaulting all of her senses. His hands massaged her back and slowly moved to her sides, sliding down to her hips. Gently, he rubbed her upper thigh, slowly pulling her night gown up for his hands to gain access to her soft and supple skin. His fingers brushed the smooth skin of her firm backside. It was all too much, and yet she wanted more. His hands left hot trails of fire searing her skin wherever they touched. She melted under his lips that had now left hers and were grazing her neck. A quiet whimper escaped her lips when his found the sensitive spot where her throat met her shoulder.

Oh gods! Her response was pleasantly surprising, and immensely arousing. He moaned as he lightly nipped the delicate skin, causing another hushed gasp from her. The woman's hands were on his biceps, clenching the cloth that covered them. The lavender scent of the bath oil still clung to her hair, and ripped at his sanity. Again, he brought his lips to hers. She gave a muted whimper and he struggled to maintain control. But control was quickly dissolving into primal need as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth more firmly against her own. Belore*! This was becoming too much. She was intoxicating. Finally tearing himself away from her beautiful lips, he took a ragged breath and looked at the little elf. She looked back at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

She blinked slowly, gradually drawing her eyes up his face to lock onto his orbs, looking at him through her lashes. She flushed, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. The mage's tongue darted out to lightly touch her swollen, tingling lips. This was insane! She'd only known him a little more than a week! She wasn't ready... Oh, fel, he smelled so good! The things he was doing to her body made her positively drunk with want for him. His hands roamed the planes of her back, working in unison and leaving her feeling like her very blood were on fire. Lava seemed to course through her veins, pooling right between her hips. Those hands lazily slid down to knead the firm, round globes of her backside. He pulled her closer, his own arousal making itself firmly known as it pressed into her belly. And suddenly, his fingers were there, tracing the curve of her bottom where it met her thighs. Tenderly moving towards her center. In an agonizingly slow, feather-like stroke his single digit traced the line of her swollen and soaked nether lips. She gasped.

By the Light! She was so wet! Even with the thin piece of cloth for a covering, she was practically dripping. Darreek growled with lust and was rewarded with a startled squeak when he abruptly lifted her off the ground. Her slender legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he assaulted her mouth with more urgency. The sounds that she made ripped at his sanity and with her legs circling his hips, the sweet, musky scent of her own arousal drifted all around him like a hazy fog. The short walk to the bed seemed like miles and instant at the same time. Gently, he laid her on the bed, his agile hands moving up her sides to the swell of her breasts. His lips never left hers. His eyes rolled and his muscled body stiffened as he moaned with pleasure when she ground her hips against his, the very core of her pressing on the length of his thick erection.

Large hands engulfed her breasts, catching the tight peaks of her nipples between his thumb and finger, rolling them until she moaned, arching against him. Mouth slightly open, his hot, wet tongue flicked out and fluttered across the inside of her lower lip, seeking entry. He stifled another moan as she opened her mouth to him. Jinny's tongue was there to meet his as he explored, tasting, mimicking subconsciously what his body ached to do to hers. He forced himself to pull away and he took a shattered breath, nuzzling the delicate skin of her neck where her throat met her shoulder. She shuddered as his hands moved and glided over the silky skin of her stomach. Kneading, caressing, teasing. His fingers slid closer and closer to her innermost place. Her breath was coming in broken, halted bursts and she stopped breathing altogether when his hand came to the waist band of her panties.

The warrior's hand stopped when there was a knock at the door. He growled disapproval around her shoulder. "Yes?" he grit through clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir," came the light male voice from the other side. "But we're trying to find out if anyone owns the two beasts that wandered into the village early this morning. A large bear and an overgrown chicken. Looks like they could be ride-able. They either of yours?"

The man looked down at the mage beneath him. She was blushing so severely, her entire face and neck looked as if they were on fire. She'd already started pushing the hem of her nightgown to cover herself. He sighed heavily, raking a hand through his hair and standing up to stride over to the door. Taking a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was decent. Her back was to him and she was furiously brushing her hair. Darreek gave another frustrated sigh, and yanked the door open. The Forsaken man outside the room jumped slightly, not really expecting the door to open so forcefully.

"What did you say they were, again?" Darreek was trying to calm himself. He was terribly frustrated by the interruption, but he supposed it was for the best. He may not understand women all that much, but he was sure she hadn't really wanted to have sex with a bunch of undead running around so close by. He really hadn't wanted this to be the place, either. For some reason that he didn't want to dwell on, he'd wanted their first time together to be special for her. Somehow, he couldn't see her as some random one night stand. Why not? Maybe it's because...

"A large bear, and a hawkstrider." The smaller man was saying. He shrugged. "They just wandered right up to the inn early this morning. I'm surprised they didn't wake everyone up with as much noise as they were making," he chuckled. "They look like they could be someone's mounts. I mean, they even have saddles on them yet. And seeing as you two were on foot when you arrived, you were the first ones I thought of when I thought about owners." The Forsaken man's face was jovial despite the fact that his eyes were no longer in their sockets and that there was a gaping hole in his cheek that exposed his jaw bone. His thin, cracked lips curled up in a smile that resembled more of a grimace.

Darreek glanced over his shoulder one last time, and pulled the door shut behind him. "We do have a couple of mounts that we let wander a few days ago. Let's go see if those are ours."

The breath she'd been holding since he'd opened the door exploded from her chest. How could she have let that happen? What, in the name of the Light, had she been thinking? Why did he have that effect on her? Her hands resumed brushing her hair. Pulling, tugging, smoothing as she tried, fruitlessly, to understand just what had happened. One minute she was gathering her clothes to get dressed, the next he was kissing her. She stopped and looked at the little elf in the mirror. Her lips were swollen and she reached up to touch them gently with a finger. They were still tender and tingled as if he were still kissing her.

Jinny rolled her eyes at her reflection. She had to get it together! "That's it, then," she said to the woman in the mirror. "It's decided." Quickly, she pulled her robes on and stuffed her nightgown into one of her bags. Jin'ala took one last sweeping glance around the room to be sure they hadn't forgotten anything. Her eyes fell on the mirror once again. Carefully, she studied herself, then nodded. "You can do this," she said quietly before shutting the door and heading outside to find Myndee.

*Anar'alah- By the Light

*Belore- Sun