She awoke to the smell of rain in the air, the sound of thunder of rolling overhead ,and coolness of the stormfilled air touching her skin. Opening her eyes she looked around, and frowned ,not recognizing the place for a moment before the memory of the past night came to her. The blankets were warm but not as warm as the man who slept quietly beside her, his arm carefully draped about her,holding her against him. Gingerly she moved until she was lying on her uninjured side, the pain from her ribs not so noticable this cool rainy morning.
Looking back, she smiled softly as she remembered being carried over the threshhold,and into the large Pandaren bed that took one wall. It was a small house,but for a bachelor like Fnar, it was all he really needed. She was reluctant to take the medicine.. not wanting to become too dependant on it but in the end she took it, when the pain became enough that she was almost in tears. Fighting the lethargy that immediately followed the medication, she asked Fnar to hold her,despite his worry that he would hurt her. It wasn’t fair that he should be forced to sleep elsewhere, this was his house, and she was the guest ,not the other way around. She wanted to feel his body next to hers, to luxuriate in the heat that he threw off,and feel his arms around her, holding her protectively .
LIke a drowsy kitten, she snuggled closely , fitting her curves to his hard planes, seeking the warmth , and protection his body seemed to offer , her long red hair fanned over the pillow ,like a blood red curtain. She had worried about how her father would react to her, taking a lover..it was a tense moment..but after the two talked at length…her father seemed ok with Fnar,though he did warn Fnar that dire things would happen if anything happened to her, or if Fnar didn’t make her happy. She wondered who was going to make sure she made Fnar happy? Everyone was so concerned about her happiness.. what about his? Didn’t he deserve to be happy as well?! Being as wild and single as he was ,she knew that he probably had his share of women over the years; it would foolish to presume otherwise. Same with their relationship; they made no vows ,.. they didn’t need to ..they knew what they wanted : the comfort of a companion without the entanglements that marriage would bring. When they made love, it was to each other..not for the purpose of creating life,but just being connected in the most natural way possible. At one time,she was sure she wanted to have a baby …but now with the war getting uglier.. was fair or right to bring a child into the world.?! Especially when it’s parents could be branded as traitors . If it happened it happened.. she was not about to end a life of an unborn child for convenience.. their people were being thrown to the wolves by Garrosh.. too many were dying, and not enough children were being born. As it were, there were too many that were not past childhood,being left in charge..it was an ugly situation. Fnar was an orphan, and even he had no idea what his real surname was, but that didn’t matter to her.. she wanted the man ,not an empty title. Did she love him? She honestly didn’t know but she knew she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it anymore. If by chance she did become pregnant, she knew she wanted him to be there ,but only if he wanted to as well. If he didn’t feel he was ready. she wasn’t going to hold it against him..raising children was a huge responsibility. However if he expressed the desire to be a father, she would do her best to help him fulfill that wish.
Resting her head against his chest, she let the rhythmic pounding of his heart lull her to sleep , the coolness in the air, and the warmth of the bed, did much to soothe her, and she drifted off, in a natural sleep.