I swore it was over.
I was at the PvP vendor in Silvermoon’s sanctuary district, hood pulled low, quietly comparing stats on the next piece I might need. No buying tonight. Just weighing options like the overthinking fool I am.
Then he stepped up beside me.
Before he even spoke, I felt him. That heavy, familiar presence that always makes the air feel thicker, like the moment before a storm rolls in off the ocean. My skin prickled. My stomach did that stupid little flip it refuses to stop doing around him.
Ardan. Fully geared, turning in what looked like his final Conquest tokens while waiting for his arena partner. Our eyes met across the counter.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
No words at first. Just that heavy, knowing look. He tilted his head toward the open sky.
“Mount up,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.” At least I think that’s what he said. I’m not fluent in human and I refuse to learn.
I should have walked away.
Instead I summoned my Bloodbathed Frostbrood Vanquisher and followed him into the night.
We soared high above Silvermoon, the city lights glittering far below like scattered arcane dust. The cold wind rushed over my face as I urged my frost wyrm higher with a Skyward Ascent, wings beating powerfully against the dark. I surged forward in short bursts, staying just far enough behind him that I wouldn’t accidentally trigger Whirling Surge. The thought crossed my mind more than once, he was still Alliance, after all. One surge and he’d be tumbling from the sky.
But I didn’t do it.
Something stronger than reason kept pulling me after him.
We approached the quiet ledge just outside the sanctuary walls and… of course I managed to waste my Whirling Surge at the last possible second. I veered too close to the cliff face, the spell fired uselessly into solid rock, and I had to yank my wyrm sideways like a panicked fledgling. I landed in an undignified heap while Ardan touched down perfectly, one eyebrow raised in silent amusement.
The moment our feet touched stone he pulled me into the shadowed alley behind an old wall. No more words. Just need. He lifted me effortlessly, my back against cool stone, legs wrapping tight around his waist. Robes shoved high, we moved together. Fast, frantic, and desperate. I clung to him, heels digging into his back, while his mouth found my throat.
“Come on, love,” he breathed hot against my ear. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
I did. Sudden and intense, muffling my cry against his neck as pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a low groan.
We stayed like that for a few heartbeats, breathing hard.
Then the guilt slammed into me.
I slid down, fixed my robes with shaking hands, and slipped out of the alley without another word. My new empty plot on the cliff suddenly felt very far away.
This has to stop.
I really hope it does.
…Fuck.
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest, Professional Babysitter of the Sin’dorei, Reluctant Returnee… and Apparently Still Weak)