Ch 9: For You: Part I of II

This is probably the gayest Koshei has ever been in an RP thread, including the ones where he is being done in the ass. Also, it's safe for work. All of these logs can be found in order on the master list. -Jisuk

Haha I will admit that I worry a little bit that some people will find this chapter a bit boring and unnecessary.. Then again, we are posting logs, not writing an actual book. We're mostly subjecting you to our self-indulgence, really! But hopefully there will be some that find this enjoyable! -Yapi


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Koshei had woken up in a panic. His dreams hadn't been the cause — in fact, they'd been rather pleasant. He'd dreamt of warm nights and warm arms with a surprising lack of stressful interruptions. Upon awakening, however, it only took him a moment to realize that it was morning — morning of the day that he was to cook for Meiles and his family. He'd gone to sleep in such a state of irritation that he hadn't even given a second of thought as to what he would prepare.

Pushing the thin blanket off, he staggered up from the floor, still hazy from his sleep. He began pacing, running a hand through his hair as he made a mental checklist of the ingredients he had immediate access to in Sen'jin. Most of the spices he used in Dalaran were not available here. Maybe he could teleport back, just for a moment… Orgrimmar wasn't too far, either. Would he have time to take a trip for some seasonings? Would Orgrimmar even have the proper types? The mage knocked his knuckles on his head, desperately trying to come up with a suitable menu.

Soon, Koshei had made his way up the ladder that led to Jin'thekk's loft. The ladder was made for troll legs and not those of an elf, so it was a bit of a struggle. Once the climb had been conquered, he balanced himself on all fours, moving up next to the troll and shaking his shoulder.

"Jin," he hissed. "Jin, wake up. Get your ass out of bed. I have a mission for you!"



Jin'thekk gave a soft groan, yet remained mostly asleep. He heard Koshei's voice calling out to him, making him break into a smile as he dozed. Koshei was on his bed. Was he dreaming? Perhaps. He reached for the figure in his dream, pulling it closer to him. If only it could be this way, he thought, has he held the dream tight, nuzzling its hair. It felt so real. It was almost as if..

Oh!

As the realization struck him like lighting Jin'thekk's eyes shot open in a panic, almost throwing Koshei off the side of the loft. With reflexes just as quick he managed to grab the elf by the shoulder, planting him safe back onto the loft.

"Koshei!" he panted. "Wat'cha doin' up 'ere? Wat'choo want?"





Koshei flailed as he was almost knocked from the loft, instinctively clinging to the troll. He clamped onto the arm that had grabbed his shoulder, heart pounding. He'd almost died! The nerve.

"Clear your schedule," he said firmly. "I need you to get me some things."

By 'things,' he meant animals. He took Jin'thekk's hand and placed a sheet of parchment there, one on which he'd scribbled a poorly drawn shopping list. He would have preferred writing, but… of course Jin'thekk couldn't read. Hopefully he could at least count.

(There is supposed to be an image here, but since I can't paste in an image for literature text on DA, you can see it here: img.photobucket.com/albums/v35…)


"I need exactly this much of each one. No less! And get a large boar, not a little one. And don't bang any of these up or… or knock them around! They need to be in pristine condition."

He held up his hand, pressing his fingers together for emphasis.

"Pristine."

The mage narrowed his eyes very seriously, putting a hand on Jin'thekk's shoulder.

"Can you do this for me?"




Jin'thekk scratched his head as he studied the parchment, and at the little drawings of animals smiling back at him. "Why dey be so happy? We eatin' dem, right?" He then looked at the counters and matched them to his fingers and frowned. "Koshei, I not have da same number of fingers as ya. Ya divide da markings wrong. But… I t'ink I manage."

He raised his arms and stretched into a loud yawn before rubbing his eyes and sweeping his fallen mohawk to the side. He then smiled and patted Koshei on the shoulder and jumped off the loft.

"Pristine condition," he repeated, winking at Koshei as he walked out the house.

A few seconds later his head popped back in through the bead curtain with a bewildered look on his face. "Wat 'pristine' mean?"




Koshei dropped the serious face, if only for a moment, to smile fondly at Jin'thekk.

"It means 'perfect.' Untouched. It means… don't fish the same way your father does. I want to prepare dinner, not a crime scene."

Before Jin'thekk could leave, Koshei called out one more thing.

"And bring me the boar first, it's going to take the longest to cook!"





"No one fish da same way as me old man," Jin'thekk reassured him, stepping the rest of himself back in the door to show that he was carrying a rope and a net. "Da old man be an idiot."

He gave no verbal acknowledgement for the instructions regarding the boar but instead gave a wink and a flex of his arm to tell Koshei he's on his way to wrestle one.






Koshei laughed as he watched Jin'thekk disappear from the door. He should be able to handle it, though it might take a while to fulfill such a long list of animals. Then again, trolls ate a lot, and were probably used to making larger catches while hunting or fishing.

The elf carefully made his way down the ladder, cracking his neck a few times and taking a deep breath. Okay, so the meat was being handled. Now he needed the rest of the ingredients. He'd already washed up, so hopefully Yarifeth would be awake too.

He entered the other side of the house, the half that she and Meiles shared, scanning the front room for any signs of life. Was she honestly still sleeping?

"Yarifeth? I sincerely hope you're not still asle-" he said, his words cut off as he checked the back room. She was sleeping, all right — sleeping naked. Even though she was laying on her side and not really exposed, he still did a quick 180, turning his back to her. It wasn't that a woman's body made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't want to embarrass her. And, when he thought about it, he couldn't remember if he'd even actually seen a naked woman before.

"Ah, s-sorry," he said, putting a hand on his forehead.






"Mmmrrgh?" she groaned and stirred. "Meiles? Is it time for breakfast?"

She slowly propped herself on her elbow when Koshei spoke again and she realized that it wasn't Meiles in the room. "Eek!" she squealed, instantly crawling under the warm furs and wrapping them around herself. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" she yelped with every movement, still sore from her night with Meiles.

"Ko-Koshei! Good morning!" She greeted, consciously gathering her sweaty, matted hair to one side, wondering if he could smell all the sweat and sex on her. "Is there something I can do for you?"






"Ah, yes. Good morning," he said, keeping his back to her. This wasn't at all awkward. "I needed to go to Dalaran to pick up some spices and… other ingredients. I just wanted to know if you would like to accompany me."

He walked back into the front room as he spoke, glancing down to see the dress she had been wearing last night. It looked as if it had been carelessly tossed to the floor. Kneeling, he picked it up and tossed it back to her, somehow managing to do this without looking.

"Let me, uh… know when you're decent."






"D-Dalaran!?! Really? Ow!" Yarifeth said excitedly. "Oh yes oh yes oh yes I'd love to go oh yes please take me! Ow!" Yarifeth got on her knees and mumbled a prayer, taking a couple minutes to heal the throbbing pain that still lingered between her thighs. She didn't want to make Koshei wait so long by healing herself fully, so she did just enough to make the hurt manageable. She then crawled to her dress and around the beddings to search for her underwear.

"Uhm, if what you meant by 'decent' was 'clean and crisp and ready to face the world', then no," she said, a little embarrassed. "But if you simply meant 'not naked', then… I guess I am now. Do you think you can wait until I'm clean? I haven't been to Dalaran for so long and I certainly don't want to look like a slob when I finally go back. There are snobs there!"






Once he confirmed that she was indeed clothed, he turned back around to get a good look at her. Well… she was right. Even with her dress on, she looked nowhere near presentable enough to be strolling the streets of Dalaran. Then again, neither did he. The mage hadn't been having sex or anything, but he'd still been sleeping on the floor of a troll's hut in a pile of animal skins. It was probably safe to say he didn't smell like a fresh spring day.

"Oh, good! Well, we can stop at my home first. Get you washed up. I can lend you a robe, too," he said, sizing her up thoughtfully. He was taller than she was, but not all of his robes were ankle-length. And of course, she had a woman's body and most of his clothes were tailored for a very slight man. He did have some that wrapped in the front that might suit her nicely…

"Let me know when you're ready and I'll make a portal," feeling cheerful now that he knew he'd be home soon. Sen'jin was great and all, but he really needed a change of fucking clothes.






With bright eyes Yarifeth excitedly crawled to a corner of the room where there was a chest that held her belongings. She took out a quaint little basket woven from light colored material, decorated with tusks and beads. Inside it was a tiny coin purse made of a faded red fabric that was once luxurious in its early days, decorated with golden filigree and a jeweled clamp; one of Yarifeth's last possessions from her nobility. She opened it and counted the coins inside with a satisfied smile. Perhaps she could afford something nice to take home. Since Koshei was lending her a robe, she just packed a change of undergarments in her basket.

Meiles left her a bit of water in a wash bin by the window where she could at least splash her face and her mouth, which she did, then divided her hair into two sections, one on each side, and pinned them into two messy buns with a pair of boned clips.

"I'm ready," she announced, practically bouncing.






Koshei patiently watched the birds flit around in the trees outside, waiting on the porch as Yarifeth prepared to leave. Once she was ready, he gave her a nod, raising his hands to begin conjuring the portal.

Just before he could finish casting, he threw a glance over in her direction.

"You've done this before, so you're aware that you may feel ill once we arrive. This is quite the distance, too. There's a bin by the door or such occasions."

And with that appealing word of caution, he cast the portal, creating a shimmering window into his home in Dalaran.

"Please," he said with a smile, gesturing that she go first.







Yarifeth wasn't new to teleporting, and even if it indeed make her sick, right now she was too excited to care. This is the first time (aside from her first time, when she was none the wiser regarding the effects of portals on one's orientation) that she'd ever looked forward to crossing a portal.

A small curtsy to Koshei, and she was through the portal.

As soon as she materialized on the other side she stumbled straight onto the floor, the lush colors of the fancily decorated home spinning around her. She stayed down on all fours as she waited for Koshei to arrive and the room to stop moving, her basket spilled beside her.

"Y-Your house is… uuurggh… so… uuuurrggg… prettyyyyyyy…"






Koshei stepped in after her, smoothly making the transition from Durotar to Northrend in a matter of seconds. Though he had much more experience dealing with teleportation sickness than her, it didn't mean he was immune to it. He was able to remain standing, but put a hand on his mouth as he waited for his insides to settle. With a half-hearted wave of his hand, he closed the portal behind them. No need to have a wandering Sen'jin villager suddenly pop up in the middle of his house.

Kneeling next to her, he put a hand on her back and conjured a flask of water.

"Here, sorry about that. Drink this."

He was pleased that she thought his home looked nice, even if she'd half-gurgled the words in fit of nausea. Most of it was contained in a single, circular room, shaped to fit the round tower that it was placed in. There wasn't much light, as the windows were mostly colored glass or covered with long, thick curtains. Nearly all of the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves which were filled to the brim with books — fabric, leather-bound, gold inlaid, old and new books, spell books, history books — every kind imaginable. Many of the shelves were out of reach and would clearly require some sort of ladder or spell to retrieve. In lieu of natural light, several brass lanterns with silk tassels had been hung around the room to offer a warm yellow glow.

On the far wall was a small kitchen with a cast iron stove and marble counters, the space above lined with hanging pots, pans, and herbs. Shelves lined with jars hugged the wall, holding various spices and grains.

Opposite the kitchen was the bed. It was a shamefully decadent four-poster with a silk canopy and iron posts that resembled bare tree branches. The comforter was neatly placed over the thick mattress, made of a dark, soft fabric and stuffed with fluffy down.

Taking a brief glance around, the mage rushed over to his writing desk to begin tidying up. There were open books, scattered papers and quills strewn over its surface, as if he'd been in the middle of working on something when he'd left.

"Ah, I'm so sorry for the mess," he said, stacking the books in embarrassment.







Yarifeth gratefully accepted the water, chugging it all down in one breath in order to force her insides back to her stomach.

As soon as she got her bearings back she began to drink in her surroundings. "No, no, please, don't worry about the mess! I've cleaned after two trolls for years… This is nothing!"

From the colors of the glass to the fabric of the curtains, all the glorious books that she would love to browse through, the gorgeous bed that she would have probably jumped in without permission if only she didn't smell bad, and… the kitchen. Oh, the kitchen!

If there was one thing she missed about Silvermoon, it was having a proper kitchen. She walked right up to it, running her hand along the counters and looking at the lovely kitchenware. "Oh Koshei… I envy you so much…"

It reminded her of everything she used to be, as well as the opportunity to return to it that she turned down, because she chose to stay with Meiles. She wouldn't give him up for the world, but… Sometimes even for just a day she would love to live that life again. Or even just something vaguely resembling it.






The mage smiled faintly, feeling much more pleased than he was letting on. It wasn't often that he had guests, and he was happy that she was comfortable here.

"Sometimes I think I'd give it all up if I could stop being so…"

He shut his mouth before he could say 'lonely,' regaining his faltered smile and turning to open a large mahogany wardrobe.

"Mm, let's see," he said, changing the subject. His fingertips ran over the row of robes, stopping on one that he thought might be suitable. It was white with a silver pattern, one which depicted a flock of birds flying up across the chest. It wrapped shut over the front, making it an ideal fit for a variety of body types. Along with this, he grabbed a burgundy shawl that she might wrap over her shoulders, as well as a fluffy white towel.

"Here," he said, handing her the stack of folded clothing. "The wash room is right through that door. Take your time."

Because of her need for that swimming hole, he had a feeling that she was the type to appreciate a good bath. Once in the wash room, she would find an ivory claw-footed tub fed by brass pipes. The shelves above were lined with soaps, salts, scrubs, and oils… the amount of which could make anyone question the mage's sexual orientation, not to mention his gender. The room itself had little decor outside of the dark tile floor and a tall orchid at the head of the tub. Perhaps he could finish a book and let her enjoy herself.





The sight of a proper bathroom was almost enough to bring tears to Yarifeth's eyes. Even from the first step onto the cold floor, the fragrant smell of room weakened her knees with bliss.

The bathtub could not fill up fast enough. Yarifeth bounced beside the tub watching the water rise, already naked and ready to hop in. In the meantime she inspected Koshei's numerous bottles, unstopping and sniffing each one, fighting the temptation to just empty everything out into the tub. Finally she settled on one that had a light bouquet and no musk, and it immediately built up a large froth in the water.

At last the water reached the desired level and Yarifeth practically melted in pleasure as she sunk into the hot water, with only the top of her head and the tips of her ears visible above the massive bubbles that floated on the surface.

"Koshei?" she called out. "Which of these bottled things do you use to wash your hair?"






Koshei looked up from his book, turning towards the sound of Yarifeth's voice.

"It's the blue one, the… eh," he started to say, but quickly realized that there were probably half a dozen 'blue ones' and it would be nearly impossible to properly describe what he used. There were also different scents in different bottles that he knew by heart. Marking his place in his book, he approached the wash room door.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he called back with a brief rap of his knuckles on the door.





The room was filled with steam, making everything less visible, not to mention that most of her was hidden beneath a mountain of bubbles, so it should be all right.

"Not at all," she answered back to the door. "Come on in." The last syllable of her sentence was drowned out in bubbles as she sunk down into the water up to her nose.

"Hi!" she greeted cheerfully, her words blip-blopping from under the surface. "I really like your bathroom."







Koshei smirked at the sight of Yarifeth enjoying herself so completely at the simple pleasure of a hot bath. He closed the door behind him, stepping past the tub and examining his collection.

"I'm glad, you're welcome to come here and use it anytime you like. You have been hosting me for a rather long time, after all."

When he thought about it, it was kind of surprising that anyone would be willing to put up with a stranger in their house for so long. Not that he was a stranger anymore, but he'd been one originally!

"Hmm," he said, in deep thought. "Hmmmm. What sort of scents do you prefer? I suppose you wouldn't like any of these masculine ones."

It might have been hard to believe, but there were some bottles that hinted at musk, moss, and spices.

"Maybe black lily, or honey wine. Or lotus? … no, no I found it. Gardenia. I think it suits you."

He handed her a tall glass bottle with a transparent liquid inside.

"What do you think?"







Yarifeth wrinkled her nose at the mention of manly scents, but popped out of the water excitedly at the bottle presented to her. She removed the stopper from the bottle and took a good long sniff, sighing wistfully at the scent. It was smelled of purity and innocence, of her home long gone and the values with which she was raised. It told her a story about her childhood.

"I love it," she said in a happy high pitched whisper. She handed it back to him for the moment and submerged herself in the water to get her hair wet. She held her hand out for it again when she resurfaced. "Hand it to me, please!"





Once she resurfaced, Koshei examined her hair with scrutiny. He carefully took a few strands between his fingers, looking at the ends, as well as the texture. He mumbled something under his breath about dry heat and troll spit, then proceeded to pour some of the soapy liquid into his own palm.

"Let me wash it for you. Your poor hair needs all the help it can get."

Though this might have come off as mildly insulting, he only said it out of affection — honestly.

Without waiting for a reply, his thin fingers began to work into her hair, lathering it with suds. He could immediately smell the gardenia — it had a crisp fragrance, once that hinted at white silk and fresh, sweet water. Her hair was rather difficult at first, plagued with tangles and traces of sand and ash. The poor girl. Gently, he massaged her scalp, letting the bubbles penetrate to the roots.







She didn't even take it as an insult because she knew it was true — her hair needed help, badly. Before Yarifeth could even give him permission he had gone ahead and began working the lather on her head, his gentle yet firm fingers pressing onto her head so wonderfully. It had been such a long while since she's been handled so gently.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned, melting into the water and resting her face on the edge of the tub. "Koshei, I think I will just live in this tub forever. I'm a bit surprised you lasted in Sen'jin for as long as you did. Especially now that I see what you're used to.

"You must really care for Jin'thekk," she added almost dreamily.







"I do miss my home often," he admitted. Well, mostly he missed his bed. "But… living alone for so long can be tiring. What good is a kitchen if you've no one to cook for?"

His lips shifted to a distant smile and his eyes softened at the mention of Jin.

"I do… I just wish I knew what he wanted," he said, not noticing as his hands stilled in her hair. A moment later, he returned his attention to the task at hand, giving her hair a few last vigorous scrubs. A few bubbles floated into the air as he massaged the lather above her temples.

"Rinse," he commanded, patting his soapy hand on the edge of the tub.







"If I knew, I would tell you," she said softly. She almost added that he should keep in mind that there's also the possibility that he might have to just cut his losses and move on, but it didn't feel like the right time to say that.

"But… if I rinse… that means it's almost over," she whined. Yet, she obeyed and disappeared under the tub, shaking her head in the water. After a few seconds, her head popped back up. "Done."






"Over?" he scoffed, grabbing yet another bottle. This one had a creamier consistency. "Not quite."

He then proceeded to condition her hair, running his fingers through until every tangle, twist, and knot had given way. Soon, he was easily sliding his hand through, finally satisfied with the soft, smooth texture.

"There. Rinse again," he said, standing up and drying his hands with a small towel. "I'll let you finish up in here. Once you're dressed, we can head out."

Koshei smiled at her and left the bathroom, trying not to think about the few words they'd exchanged about Jin'thekk. There was no use in worrying about it now. The only thing he could do was his best.







A long sigh echoed around the tiled room as Yarifeth finally managed to gather the will to drag herself out of the comfort of the tub. She rubbed her hair with the towel vigorously to get it as dry as possible, looking into the mirror and suddenly wishing that Meiles was there to do her hair. Shrugging to herself, she decided to just let her hair flow freely for the day. Since it had been properly washed and conditioned anyway it shouldn't look so bad unstyled.

It suddenly dawned on her again that she was here for a day out in Dalaran, and her excitement renewed as she hurriedly dressed herself in the robe that Koshei lent her. Once satisfied with her appearance she stepped out and grabbed her basket which she left just outside the bathroom.

"I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready!"





"Well, look at you!" he said, finishing up the list he'd been writing and sliding it into a pocket inside his robe. He'd also gotten dressed and washed up, wearing a black robe with a high collar that fastened up past the neck.

"Stunning," he said with a hand on her shoulder, smiling at her before heading for the door. She did look quite elegant with her hair down, though it was probably inconvenient to style it that way while in Sen'jin or 'on the job.' He'd never seen her in a proper robe before, and it was amazing how different she looked. This sort of clothing would be impractical in the heat, so it was nice to see her in a different setting.

"After you," he said with a nod, holding the door open.