Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

"And what do you mean by some company?" She asks as she takes the cup of ale and downs half of it with one gulp "I'm not in the mood for playing, if that's what you think." She pauses for a moment before continuing "Unless you have coin or work for me. I am a mercenary after all, even though my skills are probably wasted on the likes of someone who can barely muster the courage to talk to another person without stuttering. But maybe." She finishes off her ale and holds out the empty cup, motioning for him to get her another one with a tilt of her head as she continues looking at him expectantly. Her expression unreadable, as always.

Amalia looks at the man with a bit more interest as he reveals himself to be a mage "I see... and what sort of work does one like you require? I assume you don't just go around looking for someone strong enough to carry your books for you." She pauses, thinking about it for a moment before she continues. "And you could have just refill the cup yourself if you wanted to be so nice, ya know..." She smirks slightly at him, taking another swig of her ale as she waits for his reply.

She snorts at his lame excuse and covers her lips with her hand to hide the smile that threatens to creep onto them "I assume you mean 'factually'." She takes another sip of her ale, eyeing him over for a moment before she finally replies. "Well, I've had my share of adventuring today, but if there was something important..." Her voice trails off as she finishes the rest of her ale. "What sort of work were you looking to hire me for? Something big and heroic?" She asks, arching an eyebrow at him in amusement.

"Weak against alcohol?" She snorts "I don't recall anyone ever being weak against it." She takes another swig of her ale, a smirk forming on her lips as she looks at him over the rim of the cup. "Maybe you just don't know how to handle your drink, ya wimp. Though I guess that doesn't exactly make for very heroic deeds now, does it?" She winks at him playfully before chuckling softly. "Well, if you ever change your mind about wanting to get strong or something..." She trails off again, finishing the last of her ale and holding out her cup for a refill.

"But what brings someone like you here anyway? Just chilling?"

Amused by his flirtatious comment, she holds the cup to her lips and takes a sip before responding. "Hmm... So you're one of those people who likes to play with their food, huh? Well, you know how they say curiosity killed the cat?" She pauses for dramatic effect, looking at him through narrowed eyes as she slowly sets down her ale cup on the floor beside her. "I could always end things here right now if that's what you want..." She leans in closer, her voice growing quieter and more seductive. "But I'm feeling generous today." With a wicked grin, she reaches out to caress his cheek with the back of one finger, her movements graceful despite her large build. Heat flares up inside her as she studies his expression, waiting for his response.

The moan from him intensifies the heat coursing through her veins, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she slowly trails her hand down his cheek and over his neck, feeling the roughness of his skin against her fingertips. Her other hand curls into a fist at her side, wanting to touch more of him but resisting for now, savoring the power she feels from teasing him like this. "You know," she purrs, leaning even closer so that their lips are almost brushing against each other, "I don't think I've ever met someone quite as... appealing before." Her heart is racing, her body on edge and eager for more contact with him. She wonders if he feels the same way she does... or if this is all just a game to him.

She gasps softly as his lips brush against her thumb, sucking on it gently before licking it clean with his tongue. Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure, a shudder running through her body as she feels arousal pool low in her abdomen. With a groan of desire, she reaches up to grasp his hair, pulling his head back slightly so that their gazes lock. "Oh," is all she can manage before leaning in again, capturing his lower lip between her teeth and nipping gently, wondering how he'll react. Her free hand rests on the crook of his neck now, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as desire overwhelms reason. She thrusts her hips forward, grinding against him in a display of wanton need, feeling the hardness beneath his clothes confirm that he's just as aroused as she is. With a moan of frustration, she breaks away from the kiss and pants hotly into his ear. "I might just found a new toy~" she said as she's scooped him up in her arms and carry him back to her place

"Oh, I'm just playing~" she said teasingly as she lies back on her bed, pulling him down on top of her, their bodies aligning perfectly. She arches a brow at him, staring deep into his eyes as she runs her hands up and down his chest, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her touch. "I've been lonely lately... What do you say we see where this leads?" Her voice is soft and seductive, laced with promises of pleasure and an adventure neither of them can quite predict. With a wicked grin, she trails her fingertips up his neck, over his jaw, and finally to his lips, teasing him until he parts them for her invitation to taste. Then she presses her index finger against his tongue, feeling the heat of it against her skin as she watches him carefully. His reaction tells her everything she needs to know about how far this can go... and how wild their night together might become.

Her chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath she takes, Amalia finally gives in to the temptation of his touch and their undeniable chemistry. With a low growl that vibrates through her throat, she crushes her lips against his, her tongue darting out to tangled with his. Her hands clutch at his back, fisting the fabric of his shirt as she arches her hips up into him in a desperate search for more contact. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling and alive under his touch as he moans softly against her mouth. She can feel the hardness between his legs grinding against hers, matching the ferocity of her need, and it drives her wild. With a hungry sound deep in her throat, she rolls them over so that he's pinned beneath her, relentless in her pursuit for pleasure and release. Her hands slide down his chest, over his abs, and lower still until they're gripping at the cloth of his pants. She tugs at them, impatient to be skin-to-skin with him, moaning as she feels the heat between their bodies growing even more intense. With a rough groan, she finally pulls off his clothes, revealing him to her fully. His arousal is impressive, long and thick and already leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath them. Amalia's lips part in a hungry gasp as she studies every inch of him, before lowering her head slowly to engulf him in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him, teasing and stroking as she takes him deep into her throat, feeling the tight warmth press against the back of her mouth. Her hands curl into fists at her sides, nails digging pain

Shuddering through the intense release, she drinks in every drop he offers her, moaning softly around his thick length as it slips from her mouth with a wet pop. Her body feels hot and achy all over, limbs heavy and sated. She lays atop him for a moment longer, feeling the weight of exhaustion begin to press down on her eyelids. But as she begins to drift off, a small niggling thought in the back of her mind wakes her up again with a jolt. "Wait..." She mumbles groggily, blinking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "I... I didn't even tell you my name." She rolls off of him, sitting up cross-legged on the bed as she gives him an apologetic smile. "Amalia, but most people call me The Wolf Of Velkarthal." Her breath hitches slightly as guilt washes over her again for not revealing herself sooner. What kind of person does that? And what sort of future could possibly lie ahead for them after such a shaky start...?

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as he says he already knows her name. But then again... mages can be quite resourceful when it comes to such things. "Oh," is all she manages to say before laughing softly, shaking her head and nudging him with one elbow playfully. "Well... I suppose you could just say we're even then." She sighs contentedly, snuggling closer to him as he presses their bodies together once more. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Who knows what the future holds for them now? They might make a strange pairing on paper, but there's definitely something... special about this moment that she can't quite shake off.

Closing her eyes against the soft warmth of his breath tickling her neck, she nestles even closer into him with a contented sigh, relaxing fully into the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. "Goodnight, Doc..." She mumbles sleepily before succumbing to the exhaustion that's suddenly pressing down on her, her eyelids growing heavy and finally shutting out the world as she slips into a dreamless slumber in his embrace.

"Well, last night..." She starts, stretching languidly before looking down at herself with a small grin. "We had ourselves quite the adventure, didn't we?" She then glances over at him as he asks what happened, her cheeks going redder in spite of herself. "We... uh... We had sex," she blurts out before she can think better of it. He already knows that, after all, so why is she being so shy about it? "It was pretty intense." She admits with a sheepish smile. "But it's just us now. No need to be embarrassed."

She reaches out to touch his cheek gently, trying to make him feel more comfortable. But the truth is, she isn't exactly sure how she feels about this situation either. One night of passion doesn't necessarily mean they belong together... but it does make her want to explore further.

"You're so cute when you blush like that," she teases gently, smiling as she brushes a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "And we did... both." Her cheeks grow even redder at the memory of their passionate encounter last night. "It was intense, but so good. And I have to say... You're quite skilled with your tongue." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against his before pulling back again, suddenly unsure of how far she should take this. "But we don't have to do anything more if you're not comfortable," she adds quickly, glancing away for a moment. "It's just... I had fun last night, and I thought maybe..." She trails off, looking at him hopefully, wanting to see how he feels about all of this.

After all, they were strangers until yesterday. And now... Well, she doesn't quite know what they are. But there's something between them that she can't deny. Maybe it's just lust... or maybe something more? Only time will tell.

Well, isn't that just adorable? "Oh," she says with a small laugh, surprised by his blush. "I didn't realize there were rules about that sort of thing." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to lightly brush her fingertips against the side of his cheek. "But don't worry about it... I mean, if you really want to find something for me, that's sweet." Her heart is racing, and she can feel the butterflies in her stomach threatening to take flight at any moment.

Is this what they call 'love at first sight'? She doesn't know much about such things, but the feeling she has right now... It's like nothing she's ever experienced before. And the thought of spending more time with him is both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Well, isn't that an unexpected twist? "Oh," she says with a laugh, finally noticing his pointed ears peeking out from beneath his unruly mass of hair. "I suppose I should've noticed earlier, huh?" She grins at him, feeling a bit sheepish herself. "You don't have to worry about finding me anything... elven or otherwise."

There's something about the way he looks at her that sets her heart racing even faster than before. His shyness is endearing, making it easy for her to ignore the strange feeling in her chest whenever she thinks too hard about where this might lead. For now, all that matters is spending time with him, enjoying his company and their newfound connection.