Coming Home

I don't own the world of Norrath or Everquest, which is owned by Sony Online Entertainment. I don't own Lole, he is my husband's character, but I do pay 13 dollars a month for the rights to Alisande, so here goes. I hope you all enjoy it.


The male gnome scowled with frustration as he approached his home city. He was still muttering under his breathe from the damn halfling that had accosted him at the Ak Anon book. However, a smirk drifted over his lips as he thought of the prone form of the halfling rogue that lay on the ground behind him. The guards at the entrance didn't question the powerful necromancer as he stalked past them, his robes fluttering in the breeze. They knew better then to mess with necromancer's when they were smirking, especially this one.

The gnome stalked through the front gates of his subterranian home, past guards. His mind moved back to the rogue that was threatening to ruin his mood. He smirked once more, thinking how the rogue had looked surprised when the gnome had turned on him and had backed up when he saw the necromancer symbol on the clasp of his cloak. Before he could run, or tap the book to leave Steamfont Mountains, the gnome had rooted him into the ground, moved away from the rogue's now slashing daggers and had cast a life tap on him, draining his life away slowly. It wouldn't kill the rogue, it would wear off long before that point, but it would guarantee that the rogue would think twice before accosting and attempting to pickpocket a necromancer in the future, at least if he was smart.

The necromancer stopped at the end of the tunnel he had just traveled through, regarding the suddenly open space before him as well as the algae filled underground river that flowed at his feet. He smiled a bit, the smirk gone, truely happy to be home at last. Turning to the right, he followed the river, to a point, rarely losing sight of it, except to go through tunnels along his chosen path. He slipped behind the mercantile before stopping and turning back to enter the store. He approached the vender and got some food to stock his home, seeing as he hadn't been home in awhile and she wasn't expected back anytime soon.

The moment his thoughts turned to her, he frowned once again. It had been far too long since they had talked, her journeys always meaning they were home, here in Ak Anon, at different times. He truely missed his companion. Their union had come as a shock to all those who knew them. He was dark, she was light. He was antisocial, she was always in the spotlight. He didn't blame others for flocking to her. She was beautiful, she was sunshine. She was everything he wasn't and he loved her for it. She pulled him outwards and he calmed her. He still didn't understand what she saw in him, but he wasn't going to question the gods that she was chosen for him. The correct term, he believed, was don't look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever that meant. Some human term he had picked up from one of her friends.

He sighed as he manuevered down a steep enbankment, on his way to the darker side of Ak Anon, where the necromancers, shadowknights and darker clerics kept their homes. Maybe he would sit in his home tonight and drink. He wouldn't be in their room, that was for sure. He hated sleeping in their bed when she wasn't there. He knew that she slept there when she was home alone. He still didn't know why she returned here when she wasn't adventuring. Why she felt comfortable in the dark and dank of Ak Anon, surrounded by those of evil bearing. He also didn't know how she had gotten his neighbor's to accept her presence, that one always confused him.

She belonged out in the open, amongst the trees. Not here in the dark.

He sighed as he arrived at his front door. He paused, hand on the handle, unwilling to enter the quiet, empty abode. Finally he just shrugged mentally and pushed his door open. His mouth fell open at the sight that greeted him.

The half elf druid looked up from her book, her hearumpiumping in her chest as she heard a hand on the doorknob to the home. She bit her lip before lowering her eyes back to the book, her mind racing as she pretended to read the book she had just a moment ago been engrossed in. She shifted a little, the robe shifting to show off more then ample amounts of her cleavage. The door opened and her peripheral vision caught the form of her gnomish husband standing in the doorway.

Willing herself to calm, she raised her eyes from her book and smiled gently at the stunned expression on his face.

He stood in shock at the sight of his wife sitting wearing a robe, and hopefully nothing else, calmly reading a book. For a moment the idea flitted through his head that he was imagining things, seeing as how he had just been thinking of her. Then she raised her head and smiled at him, her eyes shining with love. He quickly took a step into the house, closing the door behind him, setting down the small bag of food on the floor as she rose from the couch and moved towards him. He noted that she was wearing his favorite robe, the one that stopped at mid thigh, almost eye level with him. She dropped and knelt before him as she came up to him. His eyes followed her progress, his eyes moving down to her cleavage, down her torso, to her exposed show of legs and then rapidly back up to her face. She was still smiling, although it was wider this time and more lecherous due to his perusal of her body.

"Welcome Home, Lole." Her voice was like bells to him, this was what coming home to him really was, her soft voice welcoming him into their home. He smiled to her, delight upon his face as a hand came and ran up her arm, to her neck and then to her cheek. He noted with deep satisfaction the growing desire in her eyes, knowing that his touch had caused this. "Thank you, Alisande."

He took a step forward and his lips met hers, his tongue impatiently seeking entrance into hers. She opened her mouth to his and sighed with delight as he deepened their kiss. He felt her hands come up to wrap around him and he pulled her closer, his desire suddenly becoming unbearable, it had been far too long since they had been together. He growled impatiently and tugged at her, pushing her backwards on to the fur rug that covered their small living room. She fell back, onto the floor, sweeping her feet out from her kneeling position, to the side. He followed her down and knelt between her now raised knees, his mouth moving down hungrily from her mouth to her neck.

His hands impatiently tugged at the belt of her robe and he moaned with desire as her body was revealed to him. He ran his hands down her sides, to her round bottom, gripping it. His mouth and tongue followed the direction of his hands, moving over her breasts, paying attention to her nipples. Her body arched off the floor, a moan escaping her lips. He smiled and bit lightly before moving to the other nipple. Her hips had started to rotate under him and he felt his robes grow tighter around his midsection. He moved his mouth south, running it over her navel, before moving to the patch of auburn curls at the center of her legs. He buried his face there, inhaling the sweet scent of the druid beneath him. She smelled of nature, pine and rain. He loved her scent.

He ran his tongue over her nether lips, sucking softly, causing her hips to raise with delight as a deep moan of pleasure escaped her mouth. A stubby, thick finger entered her, causing her fingers to grip the fur rug under her and thrust upward into his mouth. He smiled and sucked her clit into his mouth as he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of her. Within moments, a second finger was added and her panting told him that her first orgasm was imminent. Just as the thought crossed his mind, the beautiful half elf beneath him came hard around his fingers, her knees locking around his shoulders as she screamed with pleasure.

He smiled to himself and with a last lick at her sensetive clit, raised his head to look up at her. Her cheeks were flushed with passion and her blue eyes opened to regard him. In a moment, he was on his back, his robes tenting with the proof of his desire for her. She smiled at him as she crouched over him, her smile asferal as that of her wolf form. She ran her hands up and down his sides, pulling his robe farther up with each stroke of her fingers. He moaned as her lips touched his neck. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it. She grabbed his hand that he had used to pleasure her and put his fingers to his lips. He willingly sucked on his fingers, moaning at the rich taste of her desires. She grinned and then yanked his robe all the way up, taking it off him, ripped the fabric that bound him and he felt slightly cool air touch his heated erection.

She smiled at him before lowering her head and licking around his tip. He moaned, his hips mimicking her movements of earlier and raising towards her. She opened her mouth, wound her tongue around his length and let him slide down her throat. He groaned with desire, at the feel of her completely surrounding his erection and then she began her slow movements, bobbing her head slowly, driving him insane. Within moments, he was babbling mindlessly as she made love to him with her mouth.

She had been listening for this and raised her head, releasing him with a *po She She smiled at the annoyed expression on his face as his eyes opened. She grinned into his brown orbs, moving back up his body. Straddling him, she gripped him lightly and lead him to her entrance. The minute he felt him at her entrance, he arched his hips, thrusting into her as she slammed down. Both let out a hiss of pleasure as their joining was complete. Her torso came down to cover his, her breasts mashed into his chest. Her lips sought his, her tongue beckoning to him as her fingers dove into his fire red hair. She smiled as her fingers ran over his growing bald spot, the hair of his beard scratching at her chin and neck. He moaned into her mouth as she slowly began to ride him, her hips swivling on the downward thrust.

He moved his hands down to her hips and tried to get her to go faster. Her kiss deepened, but she momentarily resisted his urges. A low growl emerged from his throat and she finally gave in, allowing him to set the pace with his hands on her hips, his own hips moving up to meet hers. The increase in pace finally broke their restraint and their actions became frenzied as their bodies met over and over. The small room was filled with the sound of their combined grunts and moans, the soft noises of their joining.

His own orgasm was imminent when he felt the familiar spasms take over and pulse around his erection. With a delighted moan into her mouth, he slammed up into her, holding her hips with enough force to leave fingertip shaped bruises and he erupted in her, his seed hitting the mouth of her womb, and upward. She cried out as his orgasmic jerking caused her own orgasm to gain a second wave and she continued to spasm.

Finally after seemingly hours, she collapsed atop of him, his arms holding her now as she sobbed softly into his chest. He smiled at this, knowing it wasn't because she was disappointed, only that it had been far too long for both of them. Far to long since she had been in his arms.

Finally her auburn head raised and her blue eyes met his brown ones. She smiled deeply at him, raised up a bit and slipped to the side, curling around his body. "So love, what is in the bag?"

(A/N Ok, This was written for my husband, Lole (Everquest name, not real name, although he is my husband on Everquest and in the real world. ) I do hope that all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought. Everqueen)