"Ah, Elunara, the agent I wished to see."
She eyed the soldier in the room, before turning back to Mathias. "What did I do now, sir?"
Inwardly, Mathias rolled his eyes. "Nothing. For now. We're changing how we do things here. From now on, you will be taking your orders directly from Captain Johnathan Renwa here."
"I repeat, what did I do now, sir?"
Mathias waved a hand. "There is entirely too much going on right now for me to give all of my agents personal instructions. I am dividing up my taskforce. If anything, you could consider this somewhat of a promotion, given the fact that Captain Renwa here is one of my best, and will be taking direction directly from me. I also know your other requirement, as you can see."
Elunara eyed the man. "Why do all of my promotions manage to feel like demotions?"
"Because you're you." Mathias sighed. "Deal with it, make it your own. As you always do."
Renwa nodded. "For the good of the Alliance."
"If you say so, sir." Elunara snorted.
Captain Renwa sat behind his desk and fiddled with his paperwork. He had to admit; Elunara was efficient, if a little disturbing to work with. She never said much, wandered off on a hair, and frequently eyed him like a piece of meat. He'd read Mathias' files on the woman, but he had not been expecting that cold air. The repots from Gerald weren't much better.
The woman in question was currently standing at attention in his office. "Elunara... perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. Mathias has expressed your rejection of changes to your routine, but I believe we could work together, rather than acting as superior and subordinate."
She rolled her eyes. "Unless you're willing to fuck me, I will continue to treat you as an arm of Mathias and no more than that. I understand the changes to the SI:7 were necessary in the long run, but that doesn't mean I have to like them."
He cleared his throat. "Fine, we'll play it your way."
"My way?" She blinked at him.
"Elunara, I wonder about you. You have been running missions under me for a little over a month now, and I'm curious. You're ruthless, cunning, and strangely efficient. Yet, you're also a woman."
Her eyes went sharp. "Excuse me?"
He held up a hand with a chuckle. "That just makes your attitude just that much more terrifying. Men cannot compare to the brutal anger of a woman on a mission. But, here's what I wonder... do you get an emotional attachment and just bury it effectively, or are you really so depthless?"
She just blinked at him. "Depthless?"
"Are you all that we see here, or are you more? What are the layers to Elunara, the Whore?"
Cocking her hip to the side, she braced her hand. "And what does any of THAT mean?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Elunara."
She flashed a feral grin. "Now, this I understand." She held up a finger. "I have a personal rule."
"Go on."
"Work stays in this room. If you bring work into the bedroom, I leave. If you bring sex into here, I tell Mathias to get me a new commander."
"I agree to those terms." He nodded. "I'll meet you after work in the bar down the street."
"I know the one."
"Meanwhile, here's your work for today." He pushed a packet over. "Tomorrow you start out, tell Gerald."
"I'll go over it with Gerald today. Tonight..." She grinned. "Tonight is for fun."
The door slammed, and Elunara was pressed up against it. Renwa pressed his mouth to hers, dancing expertly. Her hands roamed up, and before he could react, she had his gear off and in the floor.
"Impressive." He gasped.
"You haven't seen impressive." She went for his mouth again, enjoying the taste of him, and the expert skill of his lips against hers. Yanking off his shirt, she moved down and ran her tongue across his shoulder, before moving her mouth down his hardened chest and stomach. He gasped when she yanked down those pants and licked the length of him.
His hands crushed into her hair. "Gods." He groaned, as she slipped her mouth over him. By time she took him in completely, he was shivering and sweating, his hands planted against the door.
She took him down with greedy little slurps. When she felt the throbbing and twitching of his dick, she moved off, and stood back up swiftly; going for his mouth once again. His hands clung to her hair in desperation, as he came across her legs.
"Mm, you're delicious." She ran a finger over the mess and slipped it into her mouth, sucking him off.
His whole body shivered. "I see... why..." He gasped "You're so highly desired."
"I have more to show." She shoved him backwards.
In the morning, she crept out of his place, snagging her envelope on the way out.
Gerald eyed the sauntering night elf. "What canary did the cat snack on last night?" He snorted.
"Renwa."
"By damn." He laughed.
She handed over the packet. "Did you read it?"
Gerald struck a match and held it out to the bottom of the packet. Together, they watched it burn, before headed out for their assignment.
Weeks later, Renwa whistled to himself as he flipped though his work for the day. "Enter!"
The man walked in. "Hello, son."
"Father!" Renwa smiled and gestured to the chair. "Have a seat."
"I think I'll stand today."
"As you wish."
"Coming up fast, aren't you?" The man smiled.
"That I am."
"A man in your position needs a good woman behind him."
Renwa laughed. "I need for nothing, father."
