#nagadan

12.a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

Illidan was adapting nicely to living on the surface plus the sea wasn't too far away if he felt the need to dip back into his natural habitat. However there was one thing keeping the naga nervous about his new living arrangements, the fact that he was finding himself rather attracted to his generous host.

He was quite aware that she seemed to be flirting with him and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. After all she was an elf and he was a naga, surely she didn’t actually want to date a naga of all things.  The last thing he wanted to do was cross a line and make her uncomfortable and himself embarrassed.

But here they were curled up {rather coiled up in his case} by the fire, both of them leafing through books on their laps. Illidan kept looking up from his book to steal a glance at her and hurried looking back  at his book if he thought she noticed.

“Is something wrong Illidan? You seem very jumpy.” She asked breaking the silence between them.

He responded to the sudden realisation that she had in fact noticed by muttering something in Nazja and hiding his face behind his book. “N..n..no nothing’s wrong at all.”

“I errr I just….” He continued his sentence but his words were muffled by the book.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that?”

Illidan could tell that she wasn’t going to drop this and he’d dug this hole deep enough it would seem.  He took a breath and collected himself trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing to his cheeks and ears.

“I sssssaid, Kissssss me.”  His volume was barely louder than a whisper and he was suddenly very embarrassed more so because his  ‘s’  had stuck than what he had actually said. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth in agitation as he waited for her response.

“You’re going to have to move the book for that.” She replied scooting closer to him.

He blinked a few times not expecting this to be her reaction, but obliged as this was what he had wanted after all.

“Relax.” She soothed running a hand over his cheek “Here I thought you were never going to ask.”

Illidan was pretty docile considering the stab first ask questions later attitude of most naga so it was strange to  see him get worked up over anything much less at pieces of paper. 

Of course they weren’t just any pieces of paper, Illidan was trying to write down his feelings about Shanarra who had so graciously allowed him to stay in her house and he had seemingly developed feelings for.

The problem was he was pretty  sure that he would never have these feelings reciprocated and that she would be angry at him for having them at all. So he conceded to crumple up all his attempts and angrily toss them in the trash. 

Shanarra had entered mid crumpling of on and Illidan paused his actions and blinked a few times.

It was a pleasantly warm day on the beach, one would expect that there might be a few people laying in the sand or splashing in the water, however the beach was pretty much abandoned save for one inhabitant and it suddenly was obvious why there was no one else around.

Laying stretched out on his stomach was a rather unusual looking male naga. He had the upper half of elf still like the women of naga kind did but usually not the males. His lower half was still that of a snake and patterned with brilliant purple,blue, and green scales, he also had an impressive fin on his back that was also flared.

He was sunbathing having travelled out of the tropical waters of Nazjatar he needed to spend his days laying on a beach or rock somewhere soaking in the warmth of the sun so that when night did fall he wouldn't freeze to death. It was less obvious unless you got close to him that he sleeping, the tip of his tail flicking every now and then apparently in concordance with a dream he was having.

All in all it seemed that this strange naga wasn't here to cause trouble at all, but his presence and the fact that there could be more of his kind around would be enough to unnerve just about anyone.

Illidan blushed noting the tone in Shanarra’s voice, the nagas cheeks flushing near black.

“Hehe did you?....Well that’s impressive given that I don’t walk, I slither.” He teased trying to maintain his cool.

Illidan hissed in surprise when Shan wound up following him as he had attempted to slink away to a quiet place in the house without being noticed. 

He blushed and avoided eye contact with her trying to figure out how best to explain why he was being so skittish lately, but he was worried about what she was going to think. 

After all elves didn’t shed their skin every couple of weeks and he was certain that if she knew that he did she would think it was gross. Not to mention the days  before shedding were uncomfortable at best and miserable at worse. He didn’t want to accidentally get snippy with her over something minor so he had though it best to distance himself from her. 

He took a deep breath to calm himself, just tell her.

“Your townsfolk want me dead....I’m not dead. They’re gonna find out and they are going to come after me with sharp things.”  Illidan hissed, the naga having worked himself into a upset. 

He’d been absently and worriedly picking at his scales, an extremely bad habit of his when Shanarra had caught him. Now he was staring at her like a stuck snake.

Illidan slithered in the den, lugging Snarly under an arm. He gently set the reptile down and looked out the window to see if Shan was out in the garden since she usually was looking after her menagerie of animals. 

When he saw her  he decided to join her in the yard giving her a playful smile as he did so. He watched as she went about her chores  finding himself admiring her as he did so.

He was a bit lost in thought as such he didn’t notice her walk over to him when she had finished until her lips were firmly planted against his. His tail flicked in surprise and he blushed darkly. 

The Naga looked from bear Shan, to the fish that was now at his tail then back to Shanarra. He let out a surprised hiss  and hid his face for second. When he looked up again it was obvious he was blushing.

“By the Tides Shanarra, I wasn’t expecting you to go out and get me a fish too.”  He said. He stood there dumbstruck  for a few moments more before taking a few breaths and composing himself.