Snaga and Rea

Rea sighed resignedly as she cast her bobber into the small pool in the middle of Thunder Bluff. Bloody Death Knights, takin’ over Silvermoon. Can’t even spend time in my favorite tavern anymore. They’re everywhere! she thought in frustration, toying with the reel. She glanced about the relatively quiet home of the Tauren, noting a few scragglers here and there, including one who seemed to be a druid fishing a few yards from where she sat.

She blinked in surprise as the sun was blocked out by a shadow coming from behind her. Glancing upwards over her shoulder, she chuckled softly when she saw the massive Tauren casually standing there. Currently not in his battlegear, Snaga was still a formidable sight to behold; his light brown fur covering hardened muscle from decades of wearing mail armor and carrying a shield, his blue eyes relaying his age and experience. Wearing a simple tunic and pair of pants, he pulled out his fishing pole and sat beside her. “Hello, little one,” he said simply.

“Hey furball,” she replied, turning back to her rod. “Betcha din’t expect ta find me here.” He chuckled softly, the deep sound rumbling in his chest. “No, I didn’t. I knew you were frustrated by the Death Knights in Silvermoon, but not to this degree.” She sighed, her small frame moving with the action. Snaga watched her from the corner of his eye, unable to control the instinct to watch her relatively ample breasts move. She wore no shirt under her blue overalls, only serving to further accentuate her curves. He mentally berated himself for thinking of his friend and combat partner in such a way. The petite paladin may not seem dangerous to the untrained eye, but a closer look revealed lean, sculpted muscle throughout her figure. Even her knee-high black leather boots did little to hide the shape of her comparatively long legs beneath.

“I can’t bloody stand bein’ near ‘em. I don’ trust that they’re not still in legion with the Scourge an’ merely playin’ us for fools,” she said, bringing Snaga out of his wandering thoughts suddenly. I really should be careful, he thought. I know how strong she truly is, and certainly don’t want to be on her bad side. If she even had any idea I was thinking… no! Enough! “I agree that we should be cautious, but I would like you to think about how you felt when the Horde mistrusted your people,” he replied. The Blood Elf sighed in frustration, tucking a stray strand of hair behind one long ear. Her new short haircut really leaves her ears and neck exposed. I wonder how sensitive they are… As she turned from him to watch her bobber on the water once more, he shook his head, confounded by his sudden straying thoughts.

“I know. It’s jus’… I’ve lost so many loved ones ta the Scourge. Y’know?” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, suddenly catching a strange look in his eyes that caught her offguard. If she didn’t know any better… she blinked in surprise at the sudden turn her thoughts had taken. She found herself surreptitiously inspecting him and was taken aback when she realized she liked what she saw. His deep baritone voice brought her crashing back to reality. “I know. It’s not easy for me, either, but there’s little we can do about it.”

“Le’s jus’ talk about somethin’ else, ‘kay?” she asked wearily. “Alright,” he replied amiably. Suddenly another Tauren stopped by the fishing hole and sat down. He said something in Taurahe to Snaga, and the shaman responded in kind. “Bloody hell, can’t you two be polite and speak a language ever’one can understand?” she asked in exasperation. The younger Tauren seemed taken aback, and looked at Snaga questioningly. Snaga chuckled softly, relaying her request to the stranger, then turned to her. Before he could reply, the druid spoke up. “You aren’t exactly being polite yourself. He has only recently left his village and has yet to learn Orcish.”

She glared at the other Tauren, muttering a brief string of Thalassian under her breath before replying. “Who asked you?” He chuckled softly. “I do not know much Thalassian, but I know curse words when I hear them. Is she always so unladylike?” he asked Snaga. The shaman smiled at the druid. “I swear she is part Orc,” he replied. “Unladylike?” she growled, getting to her feet. “I can be ladylike if I wanna!” she said angrily, marching off towards the bank. The two elder Tauren shrugged, relaying information to the younger one and sending him on his way.

A few minutes later, Rea returned, catching both men offguard. No longer in her fishing gear, she wore a rather revealing powder blue dress. As if I wasn’t having enough trouble keeping my eyes off her figure before, he thought with a mental sigh. Unable to prevent his gaze from wandering, he drank in the sight of her in the skimpy garment. Slender spaghetti straps led to a sweetheart low neckline that hugged her curvy figure. A heart-shaped cutout revealed a taut abdomen, and the fabric clung to her hips. As she leaned over to pick back up her fishing pole, he noticed her back was bare to her trim waist.

She glanced over at him, smirking slightly. “Stop lookin’ up my dress,” she said coolly. “It’s long enough that I can’t look up it,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Then stop lookin’ down the top!” she said in exasperation. “You’re the one who chose to wear it,” he said with a grin. “Fine then!” she growled, dropping her fishing pole. Without warning, she hopped into his lap, her legs dangling over one thigh. “Better view?” she said mockingly. “Much better,” he said roughly. Must… not… by the Earthmother, what am I to do? Her emerald eyes narrowed as she took his reply as a challenge.

Catching him offguard once more, she reached up and grabbed his horns, and in one fluid movement pulled herself upwards and kissed him before dropping back into his lap as if nothing happened, a smirk on her full lips. He stiffened briefly at the contact, his blue eyes going wide. Alright, two can play at this game, he thought, leaning downwards to swiftly claim her lips in a more heated kiss. Bloody hell, what have I… oh, to the Nether with it! she thought, closing her eyes and giving in to the sensation she soon realized she wanted.

Snaga suddenly stood and tossed her in the pond. Rea’s eyes flew open in surprise as she hit the water, gasping in shock. Breaking the surface, she sputtered and stammered in Thalassian, switching to her native tongue without thinking. “What the… I… wuh… huh?” A cackle off to her left alerted her to a female Troll who had apparently shown up at some point and enjoyed the show. As she treaded water, still confused, Snaga cast a water walking spell on himself and made his way to her, pulling her up out of the water and into his arms. The druid shouted in encouragement from the shore, causing Rea to blush.

“Uhh, Snaga… I-I think we may need ta talk. Somewhere private,” she said softly. He nodded, walking back off the water and setting her on the ground. “Follow me, then,” he said, heading towards the center of the bluff.