#pfch

The light tap on the frosted window - surprisingly - seemed to be enough to cause Varian to rouse from his slumber. He debated on ignoring it, calling it out to be children throwing stones or the wind, until he actually caught a glimpse.

Sylvanas, crouching on the window ledge, her patience clearly wearing thin. He shot a dull look, which quickly turned into shock as he noticed her fumble with the lock, and before he knew it, slip casually inside his chambers. He made a frantic search for his sword - damn thing was always going missing lately - but was interrupted soon enough by her sharp fingernails prodding his back.

He turned on his heel, willing to take her on unarmed, yet found her wrapped around him, leaving needy kisses across his neck, though he remained unmoving.

“What exactly are you doing?” He asked, mildly intrigued.

I want to have Dave Place's babies.