Shadows Within

Fawnheart: Oh, FINE, I get it now! Too busy with you serious story to take the time to look back and be frivolous like the rest of us!! Have it that way!

Sorry, just had to... imagine that in a pompous voice and that's about the first thing I though of, lol. I'm not too sure where Rohum might get, though... I kinda had plans for her with somebody else. I may be able to work with that, though. Hmmm...

Knight: This is the closest he'll get for a while, lol. And I don't think I'll give anyone uber-l33t gear, I write them in the 30-35 range. Maybe a blue here and there, maybe a purple if I'm feeling generous, but mostly greens.

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Shyla had insisted on placing as many warding totems in the room as she could, so as to keep prying eyes away when she was out of her disguise. She'd also insisted, despite Kalderin's very forceful protests, that since the bed was large enough to hold two reasonably-sized occupants, it should be used as such. While she knew the rogue didn't sleep well, or restfully, she had almost demanded that he make some sort of attempt at it.
Now, the shaman found herself in a wonderfully awkward position; halfway through the night, she'd been woken by something pressing against her back. She moved to roll over, but found that she could not; sometime during their shared rest, the human had shifted his weight and was, in essence, snuggling with her.

Laugh in joy, or scream in frustration? It was a tough choice.

While she lay there, fuming once more at her two-faced luck and wishing the powers that be would make up their minds, the rogue moved again, catching her breath in her throat; he'd wrapped his arm around her belly, then actually pressed his forehead against the small of her back.
So simple, so cute, so... tender...
So arousal-inducing.
Muddah-fookin'! Ah can't get'a break wit'choo, mon! Jus' make'it easeh on meh, and make up ya damn mind! YES o' NO, do ya want meh or not?!
Part of her began to wonder if the human had ever felt this way.

While the trolless fumed, Kalderin's dream haze caused him to graze his thumb along the shaman's leather-clad stomach, derailing her thoughts yet again with a single touch. She held her breath as the motion repeated, simple and intimate.
Shyla allowed herself to breathe again, trying to think of a way out of this. Well... least 'e knows 'ow ta treat'a girl right, yeah? Di'ntee say dat he di'nt dat one time?
No, she remembered, that was the dream. THE dream. She blushed at the thought, squeezing her legs tight as the itch in her hips grew. "'Ey, stop it, mon..." she pleaded.

Shyla's eyes bolted open when the rogue gave a light, sleep-filled laugh at her request. She kept herself from whipping around to look, and only turned her head as far as she could. No, he was still asleep... or looking like it, for what little of him she could see.
"Kal?" she whispered.
No response.
"Kal? 'Choo up, mon?"
Again, nothing. He had to be dreaming.

A wicked, evil thought crossed the trolless' mind, that she damn well knew she shouldn't do... but she couldn't help it. She tested tie on her skirt, loosening it with one fumbling hand, and slipped her hand down, measuring. If hers could fit, she knew his would. She brushed the damp cloth at her groin on the way out, smiling as she shifted her legs just enough for her plan.
Gently, she grasped the human's wrist, checking, then moved it down her body. Again, the human did and said nothing. Shyla did feel a spike of worry that he was so soundly asleep, but her growing arousal washed that away in an instant. She edged his hand lower, tucking it just under her waistline.
The human groaned in his sleep, muttering "bad" right into her back as she pressed his hand down to her crotch. She laid it right over her pulsing vagina, stroking the back of his hand lightly. "Ah know," she whispered back to him.

She waited for a few seconds, not sure if she was hoping he'd move away; just knowing he'd been this close was already good enough. Shyla gave a patient/contented sigh, wondering how long she'd leave his hand there, when it twitched, feeling the area.
Shyla held her breath, waiting for it again. Two of the fingers drug along her covered clitoris, and she gave a breathy moan in response.
"Bad," Kalderin's sleep-hazed voice said again, with a definite smile.
Shyla made a daring reach around, gripping the rogue's ass and pressing his sleeping form against her. "Ah know," she whispered once more, a silken edge to her voice.

The human's pace never quickened, but it didn't matter to her. This was the closest she'd ever been able to get, and she planned to savor it. The shaman shifted her weight just a little, easing some of the weight from her shoulder, and smiled.
The narrow fingers continued to stroke her, his bare fingers rubbing the cloth against her lips as she spidered her hand down her body again, laying it over his. She felt the pinky trying to edge below her panties, his thumb grazing the patch of hair above her tunnel idly, and decided to make one more move.
Reaching past his hand, she bunched up her underwear and pulled it to one side, removing the final barrier to her snatch. Kalderin's subconscious registered the warm skin and peculiar heat, and stopped for a few seconds.

Shyla waited, her whole body on edge. If he woke now-
Fingers slipped past the folds, teasing her clit directly and sending an electric shock up her spine. The trolless couldn't help but gasp as the rogue began to stroke the little cluster of naughty flesh.
She heard the rogue give a sigh in his sleep. "Ny..."
Her worry came back as the rogue's whole form seized up. She pulled his hand out of her and laid it where it began on her stomach as the human began to shake, like he was trying to cry.
Fook! She turned around and shook him by the shoulder. "Kal! KAL!" she whispered, trying to rouse him.

The human pulled away, shaking his head and blinking, still half-mired from having a deeper sleep than usual, and looked at where he was on the bed. "What did I do this time?" he asked. He noticed his fingertips were wet, and wiped them on the covers, still looking at the shaman.
"Notin' ta me, mon," she lied, "'cept mebbe pin meh ta dis side, 'eah. Choo had anodda nightmeah?"
He nodded. "Turned into one, yeah. Ah... Sorry about, y'now, edging you over like that."
Shyla hid her blush well. "S'okeh, Kal." She hesitated to speak, but he was still looking at her funny. "Sometin' buggin ya, mon?"

Kalderin shook his head, blinking a bit, and sat up. "Just thinking about it," he told her.
"Which bit?"
"The good part."
"A friend, mon?"
The human hesitated. "Yeah... a close one."
He placed his hat back on and stood. "I'm gonna have a look outside," he told her. Shyla nodded, staying silent as he trooped out the door.
As soon as he was gone, her hand shot down her skirt. She had unfinished business to tend to.

Kalderin leaned on the railing again, thinking. They should be nearing Booty Bay in a day or so, which would be more than plenty of time for him to prepare. Shyla would be the problem, though.
She can't think like a rogue, he mused. I can give direction, yeah... but she'll get us both caught eventually. She's a liability at worst... The rogue's mind, now cold and calculating, cracked a grin. And a distraction with some muscle at best. I can do this. I HAVE to do this.
"You don't sleep much, do you?"
Kalderin looked around, seeing no one, then looked around and down. A goblin woman, one of the crew, was glancing up at him. The human drew a smirk to his face and returned his eyes to the sea. "Not much, no. I blame the wizards," he replied.

The goblin, Hammertink if memory served him right, chuckled. "Everybody needs somebody to point a finger at," she giggled. "You mind me askin' where you're headed?"
"Westfall," he told her, turning around to put the rail at his back. "Got a few friends there who I haven't seen since the War."
"Mm-hmm. And the elf?"
The human's mind, conditioned from years of storytelling, sprang to life. He gave her a confused look, saying "What about her?"
"You two seem awfully close," the gossiping greenskin said.
"Close?" he asked, looking even more confused.
"Yeah, y'know... close." Hammertink's alluring tone set the rogue on edge, but he masked the truth by "getting it."

"Ooooooh, no, nononono," he told her, holding up his hands, "not that close. Hell, I'm not even in the market."
The goblin showed disappointment for a moment, then perked back up. "Aw, really? Damn shame, I say. She seems to fancy you more than a little."
Telling lies and telling tales both had the same trick; put some truth in it. "Maybe," he told her, rubbing the back of his head. "I've got bigger things on my mind, though."
"Seems that way," she retorted. "In any case, watch your asses out there. People are saying there's Defias all over the place in Westfall."
Kalderin smiled. He already knew, but he wanted to placate the little creature that had just made a pass at him. "Thanks. I'll keep my eyes open."
Hammertink smiled, gave him a wink, and walked away. Kalderin had to suppress a nervous shudder.