A/N – Just reminding everyone of the ratings. M. As in, Mature. Enjoy today's installment! Sorry I wasn't able to update before, but I've been fighting a horrible cold.

I watched Faith and Cindera go to the Agamand Mills with some trepidation. I didn't know what to expect with the two of them alone. Would they be all right? Would Faith be all right?

I received periodic reports of how the former members of the Agamand family were walking again and just how many members of the Scourge were there. Cindera sent me proof of her killings, as did Faith.

"Is this a competition?" I asked myself one day, finding so much 'proof' on my desk that I nearly laughed. "Are they trying to show me that they're able to kill the Scourge? Because I know this quite well."

From what I could tell, they had killed nearly half of the Scourge forces there, which was good. Faith reported that there was also a bit too much gnoll activity for her liking – undead gnoll activity, as if we didn't have enough to worry about.

A few days later, I was sent the remains of the four members Agamand family. They had tried to cleanse one of them, hoping that he would be useful to the Forsaken, but it had been in vain: his soul had been forever warped by the Scourge.

"Ah, you can't win them all, love," I told Faith when she returned. She had a new scratch on her neck, but other than that, looked perfectly fine, if irritated. "So, what was the score?"

"What score?" she asked me bewildered.

"The score you kept with Cindera. You sent me so much stuff back that I could have opened a museum about the Mills, had anybody cared for such a thing."

"There wasn't… we…" she hung her head.

I shook my head, "Do you honestly think that this is the time for such petty stuff? Honestly, I expected better of you."

"We decimated them, and didn't lose a single soldier!" she cried.

"And that's good, but I will not have you turn the war against the Scourge for some score-settling that you may have with that death knight. We have enough going on as it is." I looked at her, "And judging by the face you're making, she won."

"Only by one," snapped Faith.

I started to laugh, "And that's supposed to impress me?"

"No. But this is." Faith threw a bag on my desk. It was soiled with blood, and I already knew what I was going to find inside without needing to open it.

"Dargol's head?"

She nodded.

"Good. We'll keep an eye on the place, see if the Scourge sends in anybody else. With any luck, we'll be able to clear Tirisfal Glades while you're in Northrend."

Another nod, "I'm sure you will. If you'll excuse me, I could use a wash."

She began to leave, but I caught her hand, "Good work, by the way." I kissed her forehead.

"Thank you," she whispered to me, putting a hand on my side. "I missed you."

"Don't say that. You're about to miss me a whole lot more."

"I don't want to…"

"Don't start. We still have time." Only fifteen days, but we still had time.

"Your Majesty!"

I turned my head, only to find Cindera wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly enough so that I would have been suffocated had I been breathing.

"Oh, it's so good to see you…" she whispered. She kissed the corner of my mouth and I froze. Faith let out a strangled gasp of pain.

I took a step back, my hand finding Faith's. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Greeting you, of course!" Cindera walked to me again, but I took another step back, Faith coming with me. "I can't kiss you? She does."

"And you are not her," I said.

"Oh, come on. I'm sure I can –."

I pushed her away when she attempted to come closer to me, making sure to keep a tight grip on Faith's arm to keep her from leaping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw she was shaking, ready to bounce.

"Why is it that a lowly mage is able to get your attention, but I can't?" cried Cindera. "I went to Agamand Mills for you!"

"You decided to come and work for Undercity, and you followed orders the way you were supposed to. And that lowly mage, as you so sweetly call her, is a mage that the Scourge knows as Blackfire. You'd do well to remember that."

Cindera's eyes opened wide, "Wh-what?" she gasped. "Blackfire?"

I glanced at Faith, and she changed all of the fires in the throne room from green to black. A second later, tongues of black fire had wrapped themselves around her fingers, and she launched them at the death knight, who gave unearthly scream and ducked.

The fire stopped less than an inch away from Cindera's quaking form.

Faith stepped away from me, slowly walking towards Cindera, her footsteps echoing around the room. "I am going to make one thing perfectly clear to you, death knight." She clapped her hand and the fire formed a circle around the two of them. "You are not to touch her. You are not to be near her without her express permission. And if you try to kiss her again, I will incinerate you, with or without her consent."

I could only watch her. I couldn't see her face, but she looked terrifying surrounded by that fire, and her voice… her voice was sending spikes of lust right down to my groin.

"How can you be Blackfire? That's impossible!"

Faith said a word and the fire coalesced right onto Cindera's body. She shrieked in pain, begging Faith to stop, but Faith just stood there, watching her burn.

I quickly walked over, but there was nothing to be done.

Because it was an illusion. Faith's fire wasn't really burning the death knight. Oh, I was certain that it was hurting her, because of the screams she was releasing, but she wasn't dying. Not yet.

"Faith."

She looked at me, then lifted her hand. The flames left Cindera and hit Faith's palm, becoming one with her again.

Together, we stared down at Cindera, who was shaking on the floor.

"You're lucky," I said. "Had she not been forgiving, she would have killed you, and you wouldn't have seen it coming." I put an arm around Faith, "How is she Blackfire? That's easy. She saw the Scourge wipe her village off the map, along with her entire family. That alone was enough to quintuple the powers within her."

Faith squeezed me briefly before stepping away from me again and going to Cindera, who flinched when she planted her feet on either side of her body, "And when Arthas killed the love of my life, when he ripped her soul apart for his nefarious purposes, part of my mind was lost. The Scourge is afraid of me. You are afraid of me. Do not think for one second that I will ever allow you to take Sylvanas away from me."

With that said, she turned her back on her, putting an arm around my shoulders in the most possessive manner possible and leading me to the chamber we shared.

"Why, Faith Everstone," I said to her as soon as she closed the door behind us, "I didn't know you had it in you."

"What?"

"You just laid claim to me."

"Yes I did. I lost you once, Sylvanas. I'll be damned if I ever lose you again."

I shook my head, but I could feel a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Come here."

She did. "Did you like me doing that?"

"I have to say that I certainly hadn't expected you to give Cindera that kind of a show. But you definitely turned me on." I pulled her to me, pressing our bodies together as I slowly undid the laces at the back of her robes.

"I turned you on? Really?"

"Yes, really. Feel for yourself."

Faith blinked, but complied, her hand reaching down between our bodies. Her fingers dipped into my leggings, and I spread my legs to give her better access to me. I winced in pleasure as she slipped a finger inside me.

"Oh, by the Sunwell, Sylvanas…" she whispered before her lips found mine. The kiss was searing, and I ripped her robes in half as my body clenched down against the intrusion Faith provided.

Gently, I pulled her hand away from me and picked her up, bringing her to the bed, dropping her there and quickly undressing myself. She helped me, or tried, but we just ended up kissing, half-naked for a while. I hadn't had her in too long, and my body quivered for her.

My boots fell to the floor, followed by my leggings. My leather tunic was half-off me when I wriggled my way onto Faith's fingers again. I groaned and she kissed me, using her index and middle fingers to slowly rub me open.

"More," I snarled.

"Down," she replied, pushing at me until I fell back onto the pillows.

Keeping her fingers inside me, she bent her head to catch the flesh between my legs with her lips. I gave an involuntary cry that sounded more like a roar, climaxing almost immediately.

I cursed, "Baby… I wasn't… wasn't ready for that…"

"I'd say you were more than ready," she whispered, chuckling a little. Sneaky, she added a third finger into me, causing me to cry out again.

I pulled at her until she was straddling my knee, which I began to rub against her. She hitched in a breath, not having expected that, and tried to struggle. I sat up, "Shh, love. Let it happen," I whispered, bringing my own hand to where I knew she wanted it. I matched her rhythm, using one finger, then two, and finally copying her every movement.

She felt warm inside me and around my hand. My mind swirled with a million thoughts as I kissed her, splaying my fingers within her until she screamed into my mouth, convulsing in my arms. But she didn't lose her grip on me.

Even as she cried out, I came again, feeling a rush of fluids so unusual, that, for a moment, I thought I'd urinated, which I hadn't done since I'd been alive.

I screamed her name, and the next thing I knew, her tongue was there. My body twitched as she lapped up my release like a kitten needing milk. I found that my fingers were in her hair, gently rubbing her scalp. "I was supposed to m-make… love to you… not the other way a-ahh… around. Oh, my Faith…"

Her lips had covered me, and I felt her relaxing against me as she took her time, her tongue exploring the recesses of my body. I was going to have to ask her if she really enjoyed doing this to me, if I ever managed to speak normally again.

"Faith… Faith… For the Sunwell's s-sake… you're going to make me…"

My hips bucked once, twice, and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me as I thrashed around, utterly incapable of coherent anything. I cried out, and when she pushed two fingers inside me again, I found that my voice had left me.

I could hear the sound her fingers made as she slid them in and out of me. She was rough, it was amazing, and I couldn't think. I was happy I didn't need to breathe, because I wouldn't have managed something that basic. All I could do was feel. Feel as she brought me to the edge and pushed me over a spiral of ecstasy that left me trembling for hours afterwards.

She collapsed against me, pulling her hand away as I wrapped my arms around her. She was breathing hard, and I could tell she still needed me, except that I couldn't move. Not yet.

"Give me a minute," I whispered. "I'll be right with you."

"Do you…" she swallowed. "Do you wanna watch me?"

"Watch…" Watch her?

She rolled away from me a little so that she still rested on my arm and one of my legs. I looked down at her, my eyes widening as I saw her fingers creeping down her body. She entered herself, "Oh… oh, Sylvanas, it's not the same…"

"What's different?" I asked, pulling away from her and hovering over her, my eyes drawn to various parts of her. I didn't know where to look.

"Your fingers are longer… colder… oh, Titans, everything about you is better."

I moved myself down her body, kissing the inside of her thigh, "Keep your fingers there," I told her. I watched her for a couple of seconds, before I slid two fingers in beside hers, our palms touching.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at me, a mixture of shock and a sliver of pain visible on her face.

"Okay?" I asked.

She gave a slow nod, her lips parted and begging to be kissed. Her cheeks were red and her chest was heaving as we continued, slowly pushing our fingers in and out of her.

"I… I love you," she whispered.

I looked directly into her eyes, "Look at me," I said, waiting for her to do so. "And release…"

She did, her body stuttering. She cried out a broken version of my name, making me smile. I kissed her, and she responded immediately, her legs around my waist as her hands found mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"Mm," I pulled my lips away from hers, "Are you all right?"

Faith opened her mouth a couple of times, trying to talk, but still attempting to catch her breath. "We need to do that more often," she managed after a while.

"I wouldn't mind, but it wouldn't be practical. Not for Undercity."

"Does it make you happy when we make love?"

What a weird question. "It certainly satisfies me," I told her.

"And a satisfied queen is a better ruler. So, I should stay home to satisfy you, every," she kissed me. "Night."

"So that's what it'll take to keep you home. My naked body in your bed."

"It wouldn't hurt." She kissed me again, before brushing m hair away from my face, "Well, you promised me I would remember it."

I giggled. Giggled. To this day, the only person capable of making me utter that ridiculous sound remains Faith. "Oh, I think we have time to make sure that you remember it even better. Besides, I owe you for… whatever that was."

"You didn't like it?"

"Silly girl, if I hadn't liked it, I would have left." I lay my body down next to hers, and pulled her into my arms, "Where in the world did you learn to do that?"

"What?"

"That thing with your tongue."

Faith laughed softly against my neck, "You know all those days that I waited for you at the window?"

"Yeah."

"Sometimes, my imagination got the best of me. I would wonder what it would be like for you to, um…" she blushed.

"Goodness, Faith. Are you telling me that you masturbated at your window while you waited for me?"

"Only a few times."

"A few times? How many is a few times?"

She was hiding her face in my shoulder now, only her long eyebrows being visible, "I lost count?"

I could help but laugh, "Okay, so you're sitting there at your window, masturbating as you wait for me… and what? You came up with that during one of your sessions?"

"Something like that. You… you had actually just appeared and I…"

"You what?" I tipped her chin up so that she would look at me. "Did you come when you saw me?"

She nodded.

"Did you say my name?"

Another nod.

I tried to remember, but I couldn't picture a day when I'd seen Faith after she'd had an orgasm. "It did nothing to take the edge off, did it? You saw me, you came, and immediately needed me again."

She nodded again.

"Like you do now."

We made love again. And again. On the bed, on the floor, against the wall, and on my desk. It was as though a fire were consuming us, and we had fused together for the time being, unwilling to let each other go because of the forced separation ahead of us. We both cried in each other's arms when we finished, knowing that we were one day closer to having to let go.

The day came. The day Faith was going to leave me. I didn't know how long it would be, but I had a feeling that her absence from Undercity would be prolonged this time.

The Magi Corps was ready, Faith having toned each and every one of the soldiers into a cohesive and very strong unit. They were being joined by Koltira's new unit, the Undercity Death Knight Regiment, and when we accompanied them to the harbor, everyone watched them go by.

My people.

My Faith. Who was leaving me again. I struggled against my feelings. I wanted to hate her for leaving me. Wanted to hate Thrall for forcing me to send her away. But it was for the good of the world.

I didn't care about the world, not really. I cared about Faith. I wanted her to be safe, with me, not in the frozen desolation of Northrend fighting fiends who would most likely kill her.

Kill her.

"Faith!" I cried out.

She turned towards me, and nudged Lady, who ran and came to a halt directly before me. I pulled her down from the hawkstrider and held her against me.

"My love, please be careful," I whispered to her.

Faith cleared her throat, blinking rapidly, but tears were already falling from her cheeks. "Damn it… Sylvanas, you weren't supposed to see me cry."

"I know. And nobody's supposed to know how much I'm going to miss you, but I think they're all getting a pretty good idea."

Lady was hiding us from most people's view, so I took the opportunity to kiss Faith deeply, thoroughly.

"Be safe," I said.

"Always."