Take it easy with me, please
Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze
Take your time, make it slow
Andante, Andante
Just let the feeling grow

~Andante Andante-Abba~

Cordana watched the Archmage as he dressed. She tried not to stare at those parts of him that held such interest for her, and concentrated on him as a whole image. A handsome, delicious image. She had wanted to unstealth and join him in the bath, but unless invited to do so, Cordana would not be so bold. She was still fairly insecure on how to behave around Khadgar, but her desire for him had lately grown and it was often a struggle to keep those feelings to herself. She showed him affection when he seemed to need it, or when he reached for her, but since that time at the Outpost, Cordana had been wary of being too bold.

"Cordana," he said, as he did up his trews. "Do you remember when I promised you that I would take you somewhere special, if you agreed to attend the carnival?"

"Mmhm," she responded, unstealthing and sitting on the edge of the bed.

He smiled at her. "You are beautiful Cordana. I do like your hair that way."

She had simply drawn it all to one side, and it hung down her chest on the left. She did not wear the encounter suit, but fawn colored breeches and a light silk shirt. He admired her for a moment.

"Well I would like that day to be today. Perhaps you will tell me of a place that you love, somewhere you would like to go?"

She shrugged and looked away. "Anywhere, with you, will suit me fine," she answered.

Khadgar buttoned up his shirt. "I know that there must be places in your heart, perhaps long out of memory...that you wish to see again. Please share them with me."

Cordana thought about it. Most places in her heart were sacred to her, shared with no other living person. But could she claim to love Khadgar that much if she were not willing to share all parts of her life?

"When I was a child, there was one place near Teldrassil, that I would escape to as often as I could. No one knew of it. It was as though it were my own private world, shared only with random beasts. It was my sanctuary...but...I have not been there since I was taken away to Stormwind so long ago. I wonder if it is still there, still the same..."

Her eyes took on a faraway look, and Khadgar sat beside her and took her hand. "I would be honored to take you there, my love," he said. "And if it does not please you, then we can go anywhere else you like, does that suit you?"

She looked at him and smiled.

She changed. As they reached the place Cordana remembered, Khadgar watched the stoic, hard edged Warden disappear, replaced by a carefree, happy Kaldorei. Her eyes were bright, and a smile never left her face. She flitted from rock, to tree, to stump with delight, remarking how amazing it was that the place had not changed one bit, that everything still looked and felt the same. She ran to the edge of the river and threw her arms out, twirling around and laughing. Khadgar was enthralled. Reserved, quiet Cordana had come alive with joy.

She ran back to him. "Oh, Khadgar! It is exactly as I remember it!"

She took his hand and dragged him to the river's edge. "We need to swim! The riverbed is sandy and soft, and the water always felt so wonderful as it rushed past!"

As he looked on in surprise, she began to peel off her clothing bit by bit. Normally she would have neatly folded and lay everything to the side, but not now. Cordana pulled them off and tossed them until she was completely naked, her dusky skin, smooth and perfect, exposed to the soft light of the morning sun. He marvelled at her curves, and her finely toned muscles, and the way her hair shone, the waves falling to her waist. She had her back to him, and ran into the water, falling into it with a happy shriek and a splash.

"Khadgar!" she cried, water dripping from her face. "Come play with me!"

He could not resist her. In a similar haphazard fashion, the Archmage stripped off his clothing and wandered to the water. He was not as bold as she was, and to him, the water was nothing short of cold. Males and cold water were often an embarrassing mix, but after watching Cordana's beautiful self, his desire took care of that. She did not seem to notice, and splashed that chilly water at him until he dove in and got it over with.

They splashed around and laughed, chasing one another, tossing an arcane ball around for a time. Unless he cheated and used his magic, Khadgar could not catch the warden. He gave up and followed her instead, they then waded from one section of the river to the other, collecting little colorful stones, then sat on the bank with their feet dangling in the water. Khadgar lay back in the soft grass, then turned, propping himself up on his elbow. Cordana lay back and looked at him.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said. "I was not sure whether to share this sacred place or not but...I decided that I do trust you enough to do so."

"I am honored, Cordana, thank you. It is every bit as magical as you described it. And all with no help from me!"

She laughed, and traced across his eyebrows with a finger, then down his cheek and across his lips. He leaned over and kissed her. Cordana put her arms around him and pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply.

His hand roamed down her body, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer until she could feel him pressing hard against her. His fingers gently explored her flower, stroking, massaging. She sighed with pleasure as he slipped inside her, finding the places that no one else had ever touched. She was filled with desire and her body was far more ready this time than it had been before. Cordana was relaxed and happy, and when Khadgar worked on opening her, she barely resisted. He brought her to release, which readied her completely, and he positioned himself at her entrance, eyes half closed in passionate anticipation. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and trusting.

Slowly and gently, Khadgar pressed into her. He could see she was uncomfortable, so he would stop and give her body a chance to adjust to him, kissing her deeply and caressing her. She felt so good, wrapped around him so tightly, that he had to fight with himself to keep control. He definitely did not want to hurt her.

"Khadgar," she whispered. "Is this all of you?"

He shook his head let his lips graze against hers tenderly. "No, my dear, it is not."

Cordana ran her hands through his hair, looking longingly into his eyes. "I want all of you, Khadgar."

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. "I cannot guarantee that it will not hurt you."

"Yes...I want to be yours in every way."

He kissed her again, and moved inside her, a bit further each time, until he reached her maidenhead.

"I'm sorry, Cordana," he whispered, holding her tightly.

She cried out in pain as he pushed the rest of his length into her. He wanted to stop then, to let her rest...but she would not let him leave her body. She pulled him deep into her, then whimpered as he began to move. It hurt, but beneath the pain was a strange pleasure. Cordana began to move with him, enhancing his pleasure as she figured out how to enhance her own. His size enabled him to reach all of her tender spots, both inside and out, and soon her whimpers turned to delicate sighs and deep moans of pure bliss. They kissed tenderly at first, but their passion took control and soon they were giving over to reckless abandon. Khadgar thrust hard into her, going as deep as he could. She felt her release imminently close and raised her hips with each powerful thrust. As Cordana let go with a cry, it pushed him over the edge and he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with his seed.

Panting and exhausted, Khadgar collapsed beside his beloved. They were both too tired to say anything, but their bodies felt alive. It was the first time either of them had ever joined with another, and both were surprised by it, and delighted.

Khadgar pulled Cordana close to him, her lips against his neck. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked, gently stroking her hair.

"Yes, I think so," she replied. She knew that she was filled with adrenaline, and that when it wore off, there was a good chance she might be a bit sore for awhile. But for the moment, she felt nothing but a tingling through her entire body.

"I am truly enamored with you, Cordana," said Khadgar, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you for choosing me. I hope I prove worthy of such a great gift."

She sighed. "You have always been more than worthy, Archmage!"

"So...I am demoted back to simply 'archmage' am I? After all we have shared?" he laughed softly, teasing her.

Cordana kissed the edge of his jaw. "I am happy that you chose me as well. I honestly would never have dreamed that a man like you could ever be interested in me...well that any man could be, honestly."

"I will never understand that, beautiful Cordana," he sighed. "But I am glad that no man chose you, for you are my treasure now, and always will be."

They fell asleep in the warm sun, holding one another close.