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Warning: emotions, Rili, and slight use of language.

Rili stood outside of Vician's room at the end of the inn hall, her hand hovering over the wooden door. They had stopped in Orgrimmar, on their way back to the Undercity. It was hard to smuggle Humanized Vician through the heart of Horde territory, with all the questions, checks, and double checks of their gear; all due to Garrosh's twisted and paranoid mind.

But they had made it and successfully smuggled Vician into the room at the end of the hall. Originally, Tibarn and Vician were to share a room, but as soon as the innkeepers back was turned, Vician ousted Tibarn and claimed the room for himself.

Rili bit her lip and looked back down the hall, remembering where everyone was. Elkemin and Ororan are in the first room, Tibarn moved in with Kaxet and Uraz'Do in the second room, Itris and herself were in the third room, and Vician currently occupied the fourth and final room.

Hesitantly, she knocks on the door, hearing Vician curtly call out 'come in!' Opening the door, Rili slips inside and is greeted with a stunning image, as she closes the door behind her. Around the room, she can see various maps and charts hung up. Maps of Azeroth with several lines drawn between the continents, charts with interconnecting lines and the names of demons, both within the Burning Legion and without, and a large map of the world, with several lines, points, and blurbs of writing.

Rili steps closer, gazing at the map, trying to make sense of what her Master sees. At the bottom left hand corner of Kalimdor is a point with the words: C'thun and the Faceless Ones; connection? There is a line connecting it to Northrend at another point on the top eastern side. The words read: Yogg-Saron and Arthas connection? The line is not connected to the next two points, in the middle and the bottom of the map, but each does have a single word associated with each: N'Zoth? A fifth and final point is at the south western tip of the Eastern Kingdoms, with the words: Loa connection?

"Old God locations and predictions," Vician says suddenly, making her jump slightly. Turning around, she could see Vicians' green eyes dancing over her features, a slight curve of his lips gave away the smallest smirk he could manage; one that held amusement and something else. His eyes, usually sharp hiding the brilliant mind behind it, now are dulled with dark circles under them.

"You haven't been sleeping," Rili said, as a statement. She points to the bags under his eyes, even as he tries to hide a yawn.

"I've forgotten what sleep is, Rili. I never need it before," Vician says wirily. "Besides, what are you doing up so late? It's at least two in the morning."

Rili bites her bottom lip and wrings her hands together, suddenly nervous. "I wanted to know if I could sleep with you?"

Vician looks at her, "I don't think that is a good idea, Rili. You are a succubus and I am concerned over the implications."

Rili rolls her eyes and gives Vician a pointed look, "I didn't mean it that way, Master." Rili bites her bottom lip and smiles, "I just want to sleep sleep."

Vician mulls it over in his mind, looking from the succubus towards the bed and back again. "Alright," he says finally and walks over to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he sits down on the bed and takes off the slippers he had been wearing. Unbuttoning his night shirt, he grumbles as he pulls it off, "Damn Orgrimmar is too hot."

Rili gasps as she looks at the strong back of her Master. Only the Gods knew how much she wanted to run her fingertips along the muscles of her Master's back. She had to admit that her Master was fucking hot. As her Master blows out the candle, she bites her lip as she slid into bed, slipping close to Vician; his arm wrapped around her body, pulling her even closer. She snuggles close, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest.

With eyes closed, Vician sighs and smiles, "Thank you. I needed to lie down."

"Copper for your thoughts?" Rili asks gently, listening to the beat of his heart, as she idly traces designs in the small tuft of red chest hair.

Vician grunts and shrugs his shoulders ever so gently. Taking his left hand, he places it gently on her hip, while he brings his right hand to rest on his stomach. He doesn't hear Rili's sighs as he touches her skin. He doesn't feel her tremble underneath him. He doesn't notice a lot of things about her. When she doesn't hear anything from him, Rili slowly closes her eyes, savoring being so close to her Master.

"How has Tibarn been treating you?" He asks suddenly, drawing her back into conversation. "Has he done anything to you?"

Rili shakes her gently, "No. I've made sure to keep Itris close to me. He hasn't tried anything when others are around."

"Of course he wouldn't," Vician begins; "he's a coward; if he ever lays a finger on you . . ." he trails off, leaving his threat hanging in the air, as the tightness wells up in his chest.

Rili smiles, snuggles closer to her Master, as she traces idly in his chest. She slides her hand down slowly, sighing in pleasure of Vician's skin, until her fingers brush up against his. She trembles against him, her own feeling crashing up against her heart. What was this that she felt for her Master? Was it the desire as a succubus? Or was this something more?

She looks up at her Master's sleeping face, smiling as she sees him softly snoring away. Shifting herself upwards, she leans on her right arm, and presses her lips to his cheek, so the corners of her lips rest against the corners of his. She keeps her hold there, lasting longer than a mere goodnight kiss; it was a kiss of declaration. It was a kiss that opened hearts and let emotions fly. Pulling back, she shifts her head down to his ear, whispering softly, "Goodnight, Master."

She goes to move from the bed and return to Itris next door, but Vician's gentle, but firm grip on her hip forces her back down. He parts his lips and mutters sleepily, "No. Stay."

Rili gasps, and turns to face her Master, fearful of the action she took. The kiss was far too familiar for her as a demon. She cringes as she expects Vician to rain fire down upon her, or at the very least, send her back to the Twisting Nether. But he doesn't do any of those things. He simply loosens his grip and pulls her close to him. Smiling, Rili rests up against her Master again, her hand on top of his, their fingers laced together.