Ginger flew down and landed beside another herb. She began gathering it as Zale landed beside her. "You know damn well why I say that. She got quite good laugh out of it. And I'm sure you went around just braaaaging about it too. Leave me alone. You torment me enough."
"No, wait. Please." Zale grabbed her hand and tugged it to him gently. She stumbled slightly and he reached out his other hand to steady her. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him at this point. He held her hand close to his chest.
She sighed softly and looked up at him. She didn't know why she was so bothered. He wasn't the first person to try to kiss her and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Of course she'd never been caught off guard like that either. She shook her head softly. No she was mad because of that laugh mostly, or so she thought.
"Look, just stay away from me. I won't bother you if you don't bother me. You don't like me for whatever reason, and I'm fine with that. My like me list is as long as my hate me list, so clog up either one, I don't care, just leave me be."
"What if I don't want to?" Zale blinked at his own admission to that.
"Then I'll report you for harassment, how about that. I'm sure it counts as harassment on some level."
Zale removed his hand from her shoulder and felt himself move his arm around the small of her back. He couldn't even control his own actions at this point.
Before he could control himself, and before she could react, he dipped his head down and kissed her again; this time like he wanted to, this time with purpose, he had to know.
He pulled her tight against him, he felt the sway of her robe brush against his legs, and the sensation sent shivers through him. He pressed her hand to his chest and, almost regrettably, released it and moved his hand to the back of her neck. He felt her silky hair brush the top of his hand. His finger tips played with the baby fine hairs on the nape of her slender neck.
She placed her hands on his chest and fell against him. Her mind swam in the feel of his embrace. She felt his arm tighten around her waist and fought the urge to giggle as his fingers tickled her neck. She raised one hand up to his chin and felt the soft fur between her fingers, the strong jaw line beneath the mesh. She surprised him when she began to return his embrace. They deepened the embrace as nether one wanted to let go.
The loud caw of a bird nearby snapped Ginger to attention. Her eyes flew wide as she realized exactly why it innerved her. She reacted in a way she wasn't comfortable with; it was her own feelings betraying her. She popped moonkin form.
The shock of her changing forms made Zale loose his grip. She backed away and dropped form. She was wide-eyed and scared. The look on her face confused him. She grabbed the reins of her epic cat and bolted away before he could react. He watched her fleeing form with a dumbfounded look on his face.
A slow smile crept upon his face. He knew the answer to his question now. He wanted her, badly. He would have her; he just had to figure out how.
