* 62 * 1/13/13

Bishop stood, wanting to move around in his frustration. He began pacing, still focusing on the floor. Elanee stepped right in front of him.

"What are you thinking about now?"

Bishop turned his head to the side, irritated by her prying as if it were an affront. He didn't even know what he was thinking. He was moreso feeling, feeling like he wanted to release some anger. He looked back at Elanee.

And caught her eyes close just as her lips pressed against his.

Bishop's eyes struck wide. Druid?

Elanee...was kissing him? Especially now, when his anger was so pungent she could probably taste it on him? He had half a mind to push her away.

But, he didn't.

Maybe this is what I need, he thought, almost spitefully. Maybe this will make up for the chance I didn't take earlier... He was still immensely aroused from touching Lily so much, and so possessively, earlier. He had almost given in, but having passionate sex with someone he was falling for might push him past the point of no return, a point he stringently restricted himself from approaching. So, he had extracted himself from her and played it off, and now his unfinished business threatened to consume him; his body and mind were filled to the brim with desire.

He returned the pressure on her lips, a mite unsure of what he wanted from the druid at that moment at first. Elanee was, to say the very least, pleasantly surprised.

Then, tasting her lips – when did the group last have cherries, anyway? – Bishop delved deeper, growing hungrier. His tongue parted her lips and darted inside. He put a hand acquisitively on the small of her back and pulled her harder against him. The kiss wasn't romantic at all; it was hard, hungry.

"Mmph?" Elanee mouthed against his lips. Not expecting an answer, she hesitantly put her hands on his cloak, feeling his chiseled chest beneath it.

Bishop suddenly picked up the wood elf and turned her around, making her lie down on the table. He hovered over her and resumed the kiss, taking her left leg in his right arm and spreading it away from her right so he could settle his body between them.

Elanee put a hand on his cheek in reflex, but didn't resist. Unsure how to go about doing this, she began by unfastening his belt and letting it fall out of her hands to the floor.

Bishop had been starved for tactile sensation the likes of this for awhile, especially after Lily first began toying with him, making him think he could actually eventually bed her like any other wench. Instead, she was making him fall for her and taking control of his head, of his sense – something he didn't take to kindly. Elanee herself wasn't very responsive, but that was fine; he was used to doing most of the work.

The druid grabbed the ranger's neck hurriedly as he began thrusting his abdomen into hers.