The Effect of Jello Shots on Friendship

Nalsia stared at the wall in her office, zoning. A scroll materialized next to her hand, and she idly and without much thought picked it up and neatly slit the ribbon with her dagger, unrolling the piece of parchment. One line in particular caught her eye:

The things I'd do to you if I could...

Quickly, she read the rest and then dropped the paper, scooting back a few inches on her chair. "What the fuck...."

Another smaller scroll formed, and she warily picked it up and opened it.

Nalsia,

It's Zephros. I don't know what Thrian said in his letter but he looks entirely too smug about it and Roan, who managed to catch a peek over Thrian's shoulder, is on the ground cackling like a hyena. I just figured I would warn you that he's had about three jello shots too many, so anything he says he probably doesn't mean.

Zephros

The elf dropped the note and facepalmed, then she heard the door to the room directly next of hers open, and her eyes shot wide as she recognized the gait, however unsteady, as Thrian's. She dove behind her desk and curled into a ball. Thunking, heavy footsteps announced the failure of that plan, and she could feel his breath on her ears.

Nalsia was still trying to make herself as small as possible, but Thrian sat down beside her and used that to his advantage, pulling her into his lap, and slowly licked one of her ears.

She gasped involuntarily as the traitorous ear quivered and tingled. All elven ears were sensitive, and that really wasn't helping her at the moment as Thrian sucked on hers. Mustering absolutely all the self-control she had, she popped free of his grip and landed  with her back against the wall right next to the door.

Looking up at Thrian was another moment that required a sufficient amount of willpower. The lopsided smirk he wore was an unusual but not negative change from the norm.

Aaaand in her moment of weakness she'd been pinned to the wall and kissed.

Another moment of weakness: her lips parting for his tongue.

The final straw: his hands working at her armor's straps.

Nalsia panicked and threw him off of her, and he landed with his back against her desk. "Thrian...I....uh..."

The human regained his balance and stood, frowning. "You're fighting me...?"

She glanced frantically from side to side, looking for an easy escape route.