Bad Ideas

*Ka-poppoppop*

"Hahahaha!"

"How do you do that?!"

*Click*

*BOOM*

"You're a dumbass."

".......I hate you."

Nalsia's head tipped back as she laughed, her unbound hair falling to the floor as she did. I tried very hard not to stare, to my credit. I was too busy being virtually killed, over and over again. It should've aggravated me, but really, I was too busy focusing on not staring at the dragon tattoo coiling around her one arm.

Yeah, I had it bad for her. Though why I was wasting my time wishing on stars after the most out of my league woman I had ever met was beyond me. Though she evidently found my character's headless forward slump extremely amusing, as she didn't react when I told her just what I thought of her camping my respawn point.

No, Nalsia just kept laughing at my expense.

Finally the match ended: the score was 35-0. I sucked.

Finally, after she'd finished laughing, she turned off the Xbox and sat back. "What?"

In an odd sort of answer, she leaned closer.

I could tell as soon as I leaned forward that he was already getting a little stiff. I traced the curve of his jaw with one of my fingers and his breath hitched, coming in erratic little gasps as his eyes widened. Apparently I'd also stolen his voice, as Thrian gave me a look that was half 'Wtf?' and half 'Don't stop'.

I smirked and shifted forward even farther, tilting his head up slightly as I was taller, before kissing him.

It took me a full three seconds to notice I'd accidentally started to add tongue, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, his wrestled with my own as I glared at the back of his eyelids. How was a seductive look supposed to work if he wasn't watching? Ugh, and men say women are hard to understand.

Eventually I had to let him breathe, so I pulled back slightly and broke our little bond. His eyes fluttered open–kinda funny, watching a guy's eyelashes flutter like that–and stared at me with an intensity never before witnessed by my eyes. Despite the fact that I'd most likely damn near asphyxiated him, his breaths were measured and slow.

Rolling my eyes, I neatly flipped him under me on the couch, my knees on either side of his hips and my eyes locked with his.

"W-what are you doing?" Thrian managed, his tone flustered even in light of the pure animalistic look he was shooting me.

"Shhh," I murmured back, leaning down to kiss up the side of his neck, or at least what his shirt didn't cover, causing him to gasp again, "Just let it happen if you want it."

He apparently did want it, because a few seconds later I was the one gasping as his teeth attacked my neck, in a very artistic pattern I might add, accompanied by licks and every so often he'd stop to suck on a certain spot for a few seconds.......it was amazing.

Eventually I regained enough control of my faculties to slip a hand down to the hem of his shirt, forcing it to vacate soon after.

Damn, he was pretty ripped. Not body builder style, but in that hard-edged range that made him hot even with how shy he was, a few softer lines here and there.

His own hands shot up to the bottom of my shirt, my lips locking with his again.

Briefly, I wondered how he'd react to my tattoos. But.....he really knew how to work those teeth....

I slowly tugged the bottom edge of her shirt higher, and she nodded once she broke off the kiss.

Now okay with what I was about to do, I pulled her shirt up and over her head and flung it to the side, leaving the upper portion of her chest wrapped in bandages. I blinked and regarded them for a few seconds, but still couldn't seem to find the endpoint from which they could, theoretically, be unravelled, appearing to be all one bandage.

Nalsia took on a bemused expression, taking my right hand in her left and sliding it up her spine to where I could just feel the end of the bandage roll tucked under itself. I'd noticed some black marks on her side before, but now I was really in awe.

A dragon coiled up her left arm, from her elbow to her shoulder, but it wasn't alone. Another larger dragon took up the space across from it on her right side, its wings flared to hug her stomach and back. The thing's tail just barely disappeared under the upper edge of her leggings, which reminded me what I'd been doing in the first place.

I shook my head slightly and pulled the bandage end out from underneath itself, unwinding it from around her chest slowly. I stripped the bandages off her and tossed them aside, staring into her eyes for a few seconds.

It was said that you could tell how many things a Death Knight had killed by how bright their eyes were, or how many shades of blue they contained. I'd never really done it before, but I tried it then. Her eyes were rather bright, and had two shades of blue. Interesting.

She leaned down close to me. "I've killed a lot more things than my eyes reflect," she murmured, directly in my ear as usual, and my ears turned red. Nalsia also knew exactly what I'd been thinking, as usual. Oh well, time to test my theory....

With a heave, I was out from under her and on the floor. My movements also dislodged her, and she rolled a few inches before I trapped her body under mine this time. I gave her exactly a five-count to recover, then dipped my head down and started nibbling on her collarbone.

She gasped and closed her eyes, biting her lip as well if the muffled "Oh,"s were any indication, squirming under me. I bit and licked my way over to her shoulder, where I started tracing the lines on her tattoo with my tongue and teeth.

Just to clear this up, I had no idea what I was doing, but quite frankly if Nalsia Icerunner, of all people, wanted to be my first then who was I to complain?

I could feel Thrian's tongue sliding over the tattoo on my side, which was lot hotter than it sounded. I gave a slight breathy moan as he returned to my collarbone, stopping there for another few seconds before nibbling up my neck and kissing me.

While this was absolutely nothing like the side of him I knew, I really couldn't bring myself to care, as I liked this side of him better at the moment.

His fingers hooked on the waistline of my leggings and tugged down, shooting me a look to gauge my reaction, and I nodded. With a strong and final pull, my pants were three feet behind him and along with them had gone my underwear. That guy had skills.

Thrian sat back for a few seconds and looked me over. I swallowed nervously.

"It's the scars, isn't it?" to my surprise, in my attempt to keep the panic out of my voice, the tone had become sad and almost resigned. In an answer, he shook his head emphatically. "What? No!"

He trailed his index finger down an old, old scar on my chest, that ran from my third-to-top rib to my waist, and I shivered at the touch. "Your scars make you who you are, right? Well, if I lo–like you, then I guess I like the scars as well." He shot me a sheepish smile, as if praying I hadn't heard his little slipup.

I decided to let it be, and smiled in relief.