[Story] Tempest (Pt 9)
"Hey cutie! Gonna spend those tokens? I'll give you a discount," the Brewfest worker catcalled to Malcos as he walked by looking for Vass. He'd just returned from Stormwind after a successful bid for his job back, which had left him in quite a good mood. His boots crunched in the snow as paused then turned and smirked at the audacious gnome. He did have quite a few tokens burning a hole in his pocket. Less than a minute later he was fumbling to stretch the headband of the goggles the gnome claimed could make anyone attractive. He was just about to pull them on over his head when he spotted Vass, who was thankfully alone. "Hey Vass!" he called, with a cheerfulness that surprised him.
She looked equally excited to see him as well. "Hi!" she called back, quickly heading over to him.
"Check out these new goggles I got!" he said, pulling them over his eyes before jumping back and laughing as he looked at the draenei through them.
"Oh, from the gnome?" she asked. "I heard they're a scam."
The momentary amusement was well worth the tokens to Malcos as he barked out a laugh. "I think you look better with them off," he said, pulling the goggles up over his head. He eyed Vass up and down, and gave her a feral grin. "Yeah... much better. I don't really have a thing for male gnomes. Here try them, they're great."
She took them and fit them over her eyes and let out a giggle as Mal flexed in front of her. "They are pretty funny though," she admitted before handing them back to him. She glanced over in the direction of the gnome vendor. "I'm think I'm going to try to get some of those little pants."
Malcos gave her a horrified look. He thought he had successfully managed to squirm out of getting them after the tie yesterday. Vass caught the look on his face and let out a laugh. "For me!"
"Ohhh!" Mal let out a sigh of relief. "Oh yeah. I bet you'd look real cute in them."
She flashed him a wicked grin. "Though you know, I still wouldn't complain if you got some..." The panic once again returned to Mal's eyes and he let out a playful whimper. He was almost thankful when a ram flew past them, nearly bowling them over, prompting them to find a new place to linger and a chance to change the subject.
They found a lonely snowdrift well away from the racing rams and hustle and bustle of Brewfest that seemed a nice spot to take a break from the festivities. Malcos plopped down in the snow with a crunch, allowing Vassanta to sit on his lap as to not let her dress get too wet. He still couldn't take his eyes off her when she was wearing it, and he seemed perfectly content being used as a seat. She gave him a smile. "Kind of hard to talk with all of that going on," she said, then looked away momentarily before continuing. "I have to go back to Draenor pretty soon..."
"Oh really? Perfect!"
Obviously this was not the response Vass was expecting, and shot a smirk at Malcos. "What do you mean, you're trying to get rid of me already?"
"What? No, no!" He quickly pulled an envelope from his tunic. "I just accepted an assignment to go there. Care to show me around?"
She gave him a wicked grin and nodded. "I'd love to. That's quite a relief actually, I was worried about going back."
He seemed almost touched that he was a concern to her and smiled. "According to my orders, I'm to investigate the status of the gate on our side, go through it, and make a report of the status on the other side in..." he pulled the orders out of the envelope and glanced down at them. "Hellfire? That doesn't sound like a nice place."
"That's near where I've been fighting. And, it's not."
Malcos gave a little frown. He then shook the envelope, and a small key fell out. "Good news is, they given me my own apartment rented out by SI:7 in Shattrath," he shot Vass a meaningful grin.
"So you can have guests over now, huh?" she said, returning his wicked smile.
Malcos nodded with a grin and gave her neck a playful nuzzle. She laughed and pulled away as his beard tickled her.
"I'm glad you are coming to Draenor though," she said, cuddling up against his chest. "When are you going?"
"As soon as I'm ready," he told her. "I just came back here to find you and hey-- I felt that," he said said, glancing down at her tail that was hanging between his legs.
"What? I didn't do anything," she claimed, throwing a seductive glance his way.
"Uh-huh, I'm sure," he said, tickling her sides to make her squirm in his lap. She giggled and attempted to tie his bootlaces together in retribution. He grabbed her arms in a bear hug before she managed to complete her dastardly plan though.
"Don't make me have to pin you down!" she playfully threatened.
"Hey, if you want to be on top, that's fine by me," he assured her with a wicked grin, "All the better view for me!" He obviously hadn't expected her to take up the offer, as he was caught a bit by surprise as she did just that, breaking free of his grip and pushing him down into the snow before promptly sitting on him. It was cold laying in the snow, but his mind wasn't on his back or the snow melting into his hair. He shifted his hips slightly to readjust himself as Vass looked down on him in amusement.
"So..." she said, tracing her finger down his vest. Mal's eyes went wide as he realised she wasn't entirely just playing around. He leaned his head up and glanced down towards the road, which was thankfully for the moment, free of an dwarven patrollers. Not wasting any time, he reached under Vassanta's dress and undid the laces of his leathers. She couldn't resist teasing him though. "I don't want you to get cold," she said, pretending to get up.
"Trust me, I don't feel cold at all," he quickly reassured her, pulling her back down onto his hips. She giggled and leaned down and kissed him as he traced his fingers up the inside of her thighs.