[October 22, 2006][A dark and stormy night] You are mine

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Title: You are mine
Author: Amri
Date/Theme: October 22 / A dark and stormy night
Fandom: Warcraft; it isn't mine, Blizzard owns it.
Rating: R
Warnings: Kissing, sex, mild violence
Pairings: Amri/Bran – Original
Notes: Amri and Bran are often apart due to very different lifestyles set in place before they met.
crossposted to: 31_daysamri

Amri wakes briefly, her eyes heavily lidded.  Her body is covered in a light sweat and she shivers.  She sips slowly at the water that is on the small table next to her.  Glancing over at the ever-present Finola, she mutters a profanity and slips into a slumber again.  With sleep come memories.

She is home again after a few weeks of her solitary ranger wandering.  The guildhall outside Thelsamar is quiet - to be expected at this time of night. Finola races down one of the dark hallways towards the animal grotto in the Hunter’s Hall.  Amri picks up her dropped bags and heads towards the Druid’s Grove where she makes her semi-permanent home with her lifemate, Bran. 

The door opens as her hand touches it.  Surprised, she looks into the very angry eyes of her lover.

“Bran.  I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought you were in Stormwind playing advisor to the humans.” Amri stutters.

“I’ve been waiting here night after night for a week Amri.  You’re late.” He says quietly and calmly, anger still smoldering.

Amri has the decency to blush.  “Bran, you knew my lifestyle…” she starts to say.

Bran weaves his hand into her hair, pulling her closer to him and slams the door shut behind her.  Not caring how loud they may be, he kisses her hard, his tongue forces into her mouth, forcing her to kiss him in return.  He bites her lips, quieting her elvish curses as he fumbles with her clothes and pushes her onto their shared bed.

She lands across the bed with a hard thump and watches her lover undress and come towards her with a predatory look in his eye and a smirk across his face.  He traces her form from her toes up to her lips, using his lips, tongue and teeth until he kisses her hard again.

Taking her hair in his hands, Bran pushes himself into his lifemate.  “You are mine.” He growls into her ear after the quick frantic coupling is completed.

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Bran wakes to find Amri awake and snuggled into him, her arms tightly holding onto him, listening to his breathing.  His face softens and he slowly traces his fingertip down her face as he watches her, watching him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.  I miss you so much.  I hate that you go away for so long.  Please travel with me to Stormwind in the morn.”

Amri sighs.  They’ve had this conversation many times before.  She’s promised to try to change her ways for her mate and his life.

“I’ll come because I love you.” She winces inwardly. She knows her ranger soul will demand a longer escape after a month in Stormwind.