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A/N...

Hi there!

There is a companion piece that will go with this chapter. When I have characters 'embrace' it's a code word I use for them to have sex. But I know most people don't like to read the sexy-times. So, I write the story itself for one, and then the sex chapter for the sex stuff. So, if you want just the story, just read Chapter 15 and imagine what they might do. If you want the sex, then read Fireworks in the Night Sky when I post it.

Warning: implied sex, undressing, kissing, massages, Sylvanas, and Kalira

As the Undercity and the Heroes of the Horde celebrate the death of Deathwing, Sylvanas sits alone in her private chambers, on the edge of her bed, trying to rest her eyes and her mind. When alone, she is able to drop her colder exterior and allow her heart to feel. And her heart is confused. Vician had made her heart splutter to life again, but in his absence, it is Kalira who is filling that role. While her relationship with Vician was never formally announced, would it still be going against him, if her heart feels for another?

Burying her head in her hands, she does not hear Kalira enter; she seems oblivious to the world, until Kalira is standing next to her. "Something wrong, My Lady?" Kalira mutters, kneeling neck to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas chuckles humorously, pulling her head from her hands. "I do not know, Kalira."

Kalira says nothing, as she stands and moves around behind Sylvanas. With her legs either side of her Queen, Kalira gently begins to fun her fingers through Sylvanas's hair, who melts under her. Sylvanas rests her hands on Kalira's knees, drawing a gasp from the woman behind her.

They sit in silence, enjoying each other's company and the easing of tension. Again, Kalira moves her hands from her Queen's hair to her shoulders, and then down her back, touching Sylvanas's small of her back. As Kalira draws her hands back, Sylvanas grips her knees, "Don't stop . . . "

Kalira bites her bottom lip, "But My Lady, it is improper." Her hands move from the back, to encircle the waist of her Queen, her hands inches from contact. "You belong with Vician."

"Vician is not here right now," Sylvanas says, running her hands down the legs of her ranger; earning several delicious shivers from her, "And he is not making my heart flutter so."

Kalira brings her hands around to the front, gently resting them on the bare mid-drift of her Queen. Sylvanas gasps softly at the contact, arching her back slightly, running her nails along the leather covered legs of her ranger. "My Lady . . . I . . . I . . ."

"Shh," Sylvanas whispers, resting her hands on top of Kalira's. "Do not leave me tonight, Kalira. Stay the night."

Kalira smiles sadly, kisses the back of Sylvanas's head, "Of course, My Lady, I exist to serve."

Sylvanas turns her head to the side, her eyes scanning the face of her ranger. Reaching a hand back, she cups the back of Kalira's head, gently pulling her in for a kiss. Both women sigh and shudder into the kiss, the desires of the heart manifesting.

Sylvanas pulls back and stands up, turning to face Kalira. Kalira goes to stand, but Sylvanas pushes her back down by her shoulders. Smirking, the Banshee Queen begins to unclasp her armour, slowly swaying her body to an unheard tune. Kalira opens her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to rub against her dry lips. "My Queen . . ." she begins.

Sylvanas places a finger to Kalira's lips, "Shh, I don't want to talk anymore." She cups her ranger's jaw in her hand, her thumb gently rubbing her smooth cheek. Kalira places her hand on Sylvanas's, gently placing soft kisses onto her palm, her eyes never leaving Sylvanas's.

Sylvanas jerks her chin forward, motioning Kalira to move up the bed. As Kalira scoots back, Sylvanas goes low, crawling forward, as if stalking her prey into a corner. When Kalira reaches the middle of the bed, Sylvanas closes the distance, her lips crashing into Kalira's as they embrace.

Sylvanas smirks, gently toying with Kalira's hair as she rests, their bodies intertwined under the covers of Sylvanas's bed. Kalira smiles, almost purring in her Queen's arms, tension leaving her face and body. Opening her eyes, she smiles at Sylvanas. Sylvanas matches her smile, kisses between the rangers eyes gently.

"I do not dare to speak, Sylvanas," Kalira whispers, the bangs of the fireworks outside, calming considerably. She licks her lips and swallows, suddenly nervous, "I do not dare to ruin this moment, but," she sighs, closing her eyes and searching for the words.

"What does this mean between us?" Sylvanas asks gently. Kalira opens her eyes, nodding, not daring to trust her voice. "I do not know," Sylvanas answers truthfully.

"Do we even know what this is, Sylvanas? Love or lust?" Kalira looks away slightly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I am afraid," she whispers softly, as she tries to blink back tears.

Pulling her closer, Sylvanas kisses her eyes softly, "Do not be afraid," she whispers.

Kalira smirks, caressing a flawless cheek of her Queen, "Pretty little words, Sylvanas. My heart flutters for both you and him, and your heart flutters for both me and him, but for whom does his heart flutter?"

Sylvanas does not answer; she just pulls Kalira closer, burying her head in the crook of the ranger's neck. "I don't know anymore," she mutters into her ranger's skin.

Kalira nods against her Queen, kissing her shoulder softly, tears threatening to form in the corners of her eyes.

Together they stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, listening to the fading fireworks exploding into the night sky, both hopeful and terrified for the future.