Darguni adjusted the bed again. "That better?"
"I think so." Lydia walked back and forth. "Yeah, there's enough room on both sides."
"Good, tired of moving this thing."
"If you're that tired... go back to training." Bradly snorted.
"Says the bastard who has two weeks off."
"Well hope you're not spending it in bed. I need to get out of here." Lydia stretched.
"Nah. I'm getting up. I kind of hate this bed by this point."
"Good." Lydia considered. "Well, if we want the dresser in here, the bed should go over more."
Darguni groaned. "Let me go get the damned dresser and THEN you can figure this shit out."
"You're late." Grogek growled.
"Blame Lydia. She wouldn't let me leave until I rearranged the bedroom five hundred fucking times."
"So you've moved back in with Bradly?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just makes sense at this point."
Grogek shrugged. "Figure it out on your own." He whacked Darguni on the back of the head. "And DON'T BE LATE!"
At break, Darguni leaned against the platform. "Geez. You got me reamed."
"Sorry." Lydia sighed. "I didn't mean to."
"Well, it's not--"
"DARGUNI!"
He blinked down at the tiny Night Elf hugging him. "Oh, hey... uhh... shoot, I forgot your name."
"Minuette."
"Yeah. How are ya?"
"Fabulous!" She snuggled up against him. "You do remember me, don't you?"
"Yeah..." He eyed her. "What do you want of me?"
She slipped her fingers down the edge of his pants. "I had ideas..."
He shoved her back. "Whoa. Ok, stopping you there."
"But!"
"I'm married." He jerked his thumb back at Lydia. "That's my wife."
"LYDIA? But... but... you... and you... and..." She slid down to the ground. "NO!!!!" Yanking her hair, she wailed. "That's not FAIR!"
"HEY! I've TOLD you about that fucking word!" Elunara jerked a finger in Minuette's face.
"But I waited, and waited, and WAITED, and I can't have him because he married his SISTER?"
"Minuette, you're completely fucking annoying. Even if I wasn't married, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't fuck you. I don't even LIKE you."
"But how else am I going to get giant orc dick?" She wailed, as everyone turned to watch the spectacle.
Darguni smacked his face. "Mother has cast molds..."
"NOT THE SAME!"
"The hell is going on over here?" Jordan cocked his head to the side. "Oh, it's you."
"Why does everyone treat me like this?" Minuette crossed her arms.
"I repeat... you're completely fucking annoying."
She grabbed the top of his pants. "Just one time! Please! I'll do anything!"
"Stop it. No."
"UGH! I can't have Grogek; I waited for you to be old enough, WHY CAN'T I HAVE MY WAY?" She yanked at his pants, ripping them open. He popped out, and she reached for him.
"THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He yanked his pants out of her grasp and smacked her hand. "Now I have to go change, you useless twit!"
"PLEASE!" She grabbed his pants again. "JUST ONCE!"
Darguni grabbed her by the ear and yanked her to his face. "I'll be COMPLETELY CLEAR! HANDS OFF OF MY DICK!"
Whimpering, she struggled in his grasp. "Then I'll use my mouth!"
He flung her to the side. "NO!"
"You big bully." She rubbed her sore ear. "You should learn how to properly handle elf ears."
"My mother is a night elf, you dumb shit. I know more than enough about the ears." Tugging his pants closed, he growled at her. "Now that I've flashed half of the yard, I'm going to get some damned pants."
Elunara reached out and yanked Minuette by her ear. "What did I tell you about an unwilling party?"
"To leave them alone."
"Exactly. Leave my son the fuck alone. Humiliating him in front of the yard was not the way to get what you want." She dropped Minuette.
Minuette grabbed on to the edge of the platform and hauled herself up. "Please let me fuck your husband!"
"You are disturbingly stupid." Lydia blinked.
Sometime later, Minuette sat and rocked back and forth. Ok, she let her desperation and disappointment get the best of her. It was that emotional problem that got her kicked out of Elunara's training. Of course, it was that desperation that had gotten one of Elunara's elaborate set ups. There was one thing in this world she wanted more than anything, and that was to get one of the two orcs to fuck her. After a scant second of consideration, she decided that it would be divine to get both orcs to fuck her at the same time. She was smart and she was resourceful. If Elunara could arrange any damned thing she wanted... well, Minuette could do it too.
Elunara stood in Mathias' office. "Whatcha need?"
"I've decided to go into at least partial retirement."
She choked. "You..."
He grinned. "I'm getting old, Elunara. I am well aware that you're unfamiliar with the feeling." He stood up. "However, I'm reaching a point in where I just can't do this anymore. I want you to take over. I will, of course, remain available in any capacity you may need of me, especially advice. But, I just want to spend time with my daughter and grandchildren."
"Even with..."
"Even with your emotional explosion over Bryan. I think that, once you see things in the capacity as leader of the SI:7, those errant emotions will be a little more grounded." He put a hand on her shoulder. "It's time, Elunara."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Once she let it go, she opened her eyes and put her hand on her hip. "Well, I damned well do it all anyway." She grinned.
"Damn, you're on to me." He grinned back at her. "Come, let's go make an announcement."
Varian sat down hard in his chair. "Are you certain?"
Mathias nodded.
Varian sighed. "I respect your decision, old friend."
"Old is correct." Mathias laughed.
Varian eyed Elunara. "It will be a little strange, having the leader of the SI:7 as my wife."
"Like I do anything normal." She snorted. Tapping a finger to her chin, she considered. "Imagine the role play possibilities."
Mathias sighed. "I did NOT need to hear that."
Bradly sat on the edge of the platform, leaning against Lydia. "You know that chick is going to be a royal pain in the ass, right?"
"I remember Darguni hiding from her."
"She used to ask fifty bajillion questions about Grogek. I remember mom being pissed she assaulted him, and then she turned around and hit on Darguni."
"Someone is stupid enough to assault Grogek?" Lydia blinked.
"I remember that." Susan laughed. "She apparently broke into the house and got naked, waiting for him to be naked... He was livid." She cocked her head to the side. "I think "disturbingly stupid" fits her quite accurately."
Darguni marched down to the yard. Tugging Lydia forward, he gave a soft growl as he went for her mouth. Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck and purred. He softly licked her lips. "You're the only one I want." He murmured.
"I have no idea how that managed to work out," Lydia gasped. "But I like it."
Chuckling, he tucked her back on to the platform. "I want my kids for a minute."
"Both at once?"
He plucked the nearest one off the platform. "One at a time is fine." He cuddled the little girl. "Hi, Lily." Kissing her forehead, he grinned. "You'll always be so tiny." He blinked at her. "Please tell me that was a real giggle."
"That it was." Susan grinned.
"Hold on, here's Dargek, before you turn to complete mush." Lydia laughed.
Trading babies, Darguni laughed. "And what about you?" He held Dargek above his head. "My big, strong one." Dargek laughed and kicked his legs. He put a tiny hand on Darguni's face. Darguni cuddled the baby in his arms. "My son." He whispered. After tucking Dargek back on the platform, he brushed a kiss on Lydia. "Now, I must go bust some heads." He winked.
"Gods, that was adorable." Lydia giggled.
"That it was."
Lydia grinned and leaned over. Kissing the top of Grogek's head, she put her hands on his shoulders. "Getting emotional, grandfather?"
Grogek pat Lydia's hand. "That I am." Shifting his stance, he grinned up at her. "Speaking of which..."
Lydia handed down Dargek. "Yes."
Later, Lydia giggled. "Yes, the baby pile is fun."
Susan kissed her cheek. "Told you."
"Though, it still feels weird being out here."
"Well, with your ability to read emotions..."
"Yeah. I find it rather hilarious, how many men are all turned on when we nurse the babies." Lydia giggled.
"Oh, geez."
"Though... you see that girl over there? The one with the dark curls pulled up in a bun?"
"That's Tabitha."
"Right. She's jealous. Not like a dangerous jealous like Tara is, but this mild... kind of confused sort of jealousy."
Susan nodded. "That would follow. She has a crush on Grogek. She's already gone to him about it."
"Oh!" Lydia considered. "But, she's jealous of both of us."