Snaga and Rea
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,846
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
So I decided I couldn't leave the story ending on the last chapter with all there is to still do, but this chapter will likely be the last one for this particular story. I'm trying to keep the stories relatively short as they're all disjointed things that happen randomly rather than being a flowing saga a la Fawnheart and other great writers here.
Anyway, here goes!
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Rea awoke disoriented and sore. There was only a sliver of light shining into the room, and her covers felt different from usual. Still mostly asleep, she lazily flicked one hand, sending a brief wash of golden light over her prone form, then snuggled into the fur…Wait… fur? What the…? She lifted her head drowsily, her emerald eyes slitting open slightly. Her eyes went wide as she took in the foreign surroundings and… Is that Snaga?? Oh bloody… The night before came rushing back to her and she colored a deep crimson from the tips of her ears to well below where the thin blanket covering them laid across her breasts.
Feeling the stirring against his side, Snaga began to awake himself. Which of my pets got out this time? Wait… that’s too big to be any of my pets! he thought, cracking open his blue eyes and looking downwards. Seeing the petite Blood Elf who was wrapped in his embrace and noting her especially red ears (he couldn’t see her face), Snaga recalled the events leading to their current sleeping arrangements and smiled softly.
“Good morning, Rea,” he said gently, the rumbling of his voice deep in his chest vibrating against her ears and jolting her out of her memories. Coloring even more deeply, Rea readjusted to look upwards at him. Snaga was taken aback by how shy she seemed to be acting, as well as just how adorable it made her seem. Rea’d get a good laugh out of me calling her adorable, I bet. “Mornin’, Snaga,” she said softly. Enthralled by the sudden aura of vulnerability surrounding the normally confident and capable woman, Snaga leaned down and kissed her firmly, his hand sliding up her back to stroke her hair.
Rea blinked in surprise before melting against him. I could get used ta wakin’ up like this. Normally not a morning person, she was caught offguard when her stomach growled. He pulled back, chuckling softly, then slid his arm out from beneath her and sat up. “I’ll take that as a request for breakfast,” he said with a smirk, standing and moving to the corner where a small stove sat. While he worked on the food, she sat up and enjoyed the view she was treated to; Snaga hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so she was free to perv on his firm ass and broad shoulders. She didn’t know why, but his strong, broad shoulders simply begged for her to run her hands over them.
She licked her suddenly parched lips, then shook her head. There was a small nagging voice in the back of her mind, trying to remind her of something… Snaga stretched to reach for something and Rea drank in the sight of the muscles moving. Bloody hell, how’s a girl s’posed ta think with a view like that? Fighting to concentrate, she squeezed her eyes shut, only to have the tantalizing images of his back and front play behind her closed lids. She nearly jumped as the deep timbre of his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Still want to have that talk?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her. He smirked slightly to himself as he noticed clear indications that she had been watching him move with some rather impure thoughts involved. That’s what I was s’posed ta remember! “Uhhh, yeah… I guess we still should,” she said, coloring deeply as her attempts to push aside her other thoughts were unsuccessful. He smiled at her reassuringly. “We don’t have to. It’s whatever you’d like to do, little one,” he said, mentally grimacing as the final words left his mouth. He wasn’t sure why, but it suddenly felt wrong to call her that.
“Ah-ah’m not sure where ta start,” she said softly, lowering her gaze to her hands. Momentarily leaving the cooking be, he moved over to her and gently grasped her small hands in his. “Remember, it’s only me. You know that I care for you.” She nodded, looking up at him. “Ah know. An’ I care ‘bout you, too… guess after last night, there’s not really that much ta discuss after all,” she half-smiled at him.
Snaga chuckled softly, stroking her hair with one hand and tucking a stray strand behind one of her long ears. “Not really, but if you ever want to, you know I won’t mind.” He turned and went back to finishing breakfast, then brought her a plate of bacon and rewarmed biscuits, sitting beside her with his own.
They ate in comfortable silence, both simply feeling remarkably contented by the other’s presence. It had been years since either had been with a partner, and the mere comfort offered by someone being there relaxed them both. I’m glad yesterday happened. This feels so right…
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Before anyone asks, yes I left that final thought without assigning a character to it. I'd like to believe they're both thinking something like that :)
Anyway, here goes!
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Rea awoke disoriented and sore. There was only a sliver of light shining into the room, and her covers felt different from usual. Still mostly asleep, she lazily flicked one hand, sending a brief wash of golden light over her prone form, then snuggled into the fur…Wait… fur? What the…? She lifted her head drowsily, her emerald eyes slitting open slightly. Her eyes went wide as she took in the foreign surroundings and… Is that Snaga?? Oh bloody… The night before came rushing back to her and she colored a deep crimson from the tips of her ears to well below where the thin blanket covering them laid across her breasts.
Feeling the stirring against his side, Snaga began to awake himself. Which of my pets got out this time? Wait… that’s too big to be any of my pets! he thought, cracking open his blue eyes and looking downwards. Seeing the petite Blood Elf who was wrapped in his embrace and noting her especially red ears (he couldn’t see her face), Snaga recalled the events leading to their current sleeping arrangements and smiled softly.
“Good morning, Rea,” he said gently, the rumbling of his voice deep in his chest vibrating against her ears and jolting her out of her memories. Coloring even more deeply, Rea readjusted to look upwards at him. Snaga was taken aback by how shy she seemed to be acting, as well as just how adorable it made her seem. Rea’d get a good laugh out of me calling her adorable, I bet. “Mornin’, Snaga,” she said softly. Enthralled by the sudden aura of vulnerability surrounding the normally confident and capable woman, Snaga leaned down and kissed her firmly, his hand sliding up her back to stroke her hair.
Rea blinked in surprise before melting against him. I could get used ta wakin’ up like this. Normally not a morning person, she was caught offguard when her stomach growled. He pulled back, chuckling softly, then slid his arm out from beneath her and sat up. “I’ll take that as a request for breakfast,” he said with a smirk, standing and moving to the corner where a small stove sat. While he worked on the food, she sat up and enjoyed the view she was treated to; Snaga hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so she was free to perv on his firm ass and broad shoulders. She didn’t know why, but his strong, broad shoulders simply begged for her to run her hands over them.
She licked her suddenly parched lips, then shook her head. There was a small nagging voice in the back of her mind, trying to remind her of something… Snaga stretched to reach for something and Rea drank in the sight of the muscles moving. Bloody hell, how’s a girl s’posed ta think with a view like that? Fighting to concentrate, she squeezed her eyes shut, only to have the tantalizing images of his back and front play behind her closed lids. She nearly jumped as the deep timbre of his voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Still want to have that talk?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her. He smirked slightly to himself as he noticed clear indications that she had been watching him move with some rather impure thoughts involved. That’s what I was s’posed ta remember! “Uhhh, yeah… I guess we still should,” she said, coloring deeply as her attempts to push aside her other thoughts were unsuccessful. He smiled at her reassuringly. “We don’t have to. It’s whatever you’d like to do, little one,” he said, mentally grimacing as the final words left his mouth. He wasn’t sure why, but it suddenly felt wrong to call her that.
“Ah-ah’m not sure where ta start,” she said softly, lowering her gaze to her hands. Momentarily leaving the cooking be, he moved over to her and gently grasped her small hands in his. “Remember, it’s only me. You know that I care for you.” She nodded, looking up at him. “Ah know. An’ I care ‘bout you, too… guess after last night, there’s not really that much ta discuss after all,” she half-smiled at him.
Snaga chuckled softly, stroking her hair with one hand and tucking a stray strand behind one of her long ears. “Not really, but if you ever want to, you know I won’t mind.” He turned and went back to finishing breakfast, then brought her a plate of bacon and rewarmed biscuits, sitting beside her with his own.
They ate in comfortable silence, both simply feeling remarkably contented by the other’s presence. It had been years since either had been with a partner, and the mere comfort offered by someone being there relaxed them both. I’m glad yesterday happened. This feels so right…
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Before anyone asks, yes I left that final thought without assigning a character to it. I'd like to believe they're both thinking something like that :)