0 comments/ 20738 views/ 1 favorites I Want You to Love Me Ch. 01 By: galaxygoddess Ginger flipped her long purple hair as she strolled into the hospital. She had yet another stupid delivery quest to complete. The money was good, so she never could complain about that. What she did wonder about, was the location of the drop off. She wasn't aware there were hospitals in this universe. Universes were funny like that, you never knew what to expect with them. What was weirder was that it seemed so modern for this world. The city was known as Shattrath, the section she was in was commonly known as "lower city". It was a slum full of refugees and such, a safe haven for horde and alliance alike. This hospital, if it was to be called that, was filled with sick or injured refugees. Ginger dropped off the box of what she knew not, and received her coin from a nurse she didn't bother to catch the name of. She spun on her heels to leave and slammed directly into the side of a Tauren. She looked up to apologize and immediately inwardly groaned. It was Zale. The last person she enjoyed running into. Well there were a couple of people she'd rather not deal with, but this one, this one seemed hell bent on making her mad. Ginger took a deep breath and gritted her teeth and stared Zale. Zale looked in amusement as he saw her jaw reset. A weird little tick crossed her cheek as she regained her composure. "Oh I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going." She beamed at him. Zale sneered at her, his eyes gazing at her red robe. He laughed to himself. A druid in cloth, ridiculous; she was ridiculous. "Hmph, you should watch where you're going little night elf. I could have stepped on you." "Maybe you should watch where you're going, I could have stabbed you." She glared him down. A shrill cackle broke their thoughts. Ginger about jumped out of her skin and Zale clenched his eyes shut. He had forgotten about Grammy. Zale began pushing a wheelchair. Ginger finally fixed her eyes on what Zale had been doing. An old crone sat in the chair. "Go away night elf. I haven't time for you." Ginger blinked up at Zale and his retreating form. Escort quest? She thought to herself. She shook her head and flipped her hair. Good, she didn't want to deal with him anyway. Ginger started out of the hospital when a shrill squawk caught her attention. Wyverns were attacking. Ginger rushed to assist. She began firing shots at the wyverns, she found herself back to back with Zale. She didn't care at this point. "Screw him" she thought to herself, "I don't care who he is, and I'll help with the damned escort." They stood there in tandem firing shots left and right, healing when needed. Ginger threw her trees and Zale did whatever the hell he was doing, Ginger wasn't paying attention, there was work to be done. When the last wyvern fell, Ginger sat down for a drink. "Good lord that's some escort you got there." Ginger comment offhand. "It's not an escort." Zale snorted. "Wait, what?" Ginger looked behind her at the old crone in the wheelchair. She realized now that the crone was an elderly orc, looked to be a warlock. "Why don't you help the lady up my boy?" Zale grunted and held his hand out to Ginger. Ginger blinked stupidly at his hand. Zale let out another distasteful grunt and she took his hand. He felt her slender hand enter his and snorted. He started to yank her up, but something stopped him. She still had that dazed and confused look on her face. She stood up silently and kept looking at him and the old crone. Ginger couldn't put her finger on what was going on here. She shook her head and blinked. She hated she her eyes glazed over, it was impossible to make them work right again instantly. Zale moved in front of her so her view of the old crone was blocked. "That happens to be my Grammy." Zale started. Ginger blinked up at Zale, her eyes finally coming into focus. "Wait, what? But she's..." Zale pulled her arm close to his chest; he didn't even realize the gesture. Ginger blinked at her hand and the sudden closeness of Zale to her. She was almost over powered by his earthy scent. "Don't ask questions okay? I need to get her home and apparently, she wasn't kidding when she said the flight masters don't like her. So just shut up." "Now wait just a minute..!" Ginger began to protest, but another shrill cackle shattered her attention. "Zale my boy, aren't you going to introduce me to your pretty girlfriend there?" She cackled maniacally. "I am not his..!" Zale put a large hand over her mouth. Ginger tried to wiggle free, but Zale had a tight grip on her hand. She was starting to get pissed. Zale grinned to himself. Now this was amusing. "Listen, why don't we play it nice, it would make my poor dear old Grammy happy you see, she's so old and frail, it would make her just so happy if it were true..." "WHAT?!" Ginger all but screeched. "Need I remind you how much you can't stand me?" "What? I thought you would good at putting on a front..." "Now, you listen here bucko, I like you just fine, you're the one who always expresses how much you can't stand me! Now let me go!" Ginger wriggled and wretched her hand, but Zale had a firm grip on it. Boy how she wished he'd flag so she could stab him. Her reaction was too much fun to ignore. He had never seen her so unsettled; her hair was practically standing on end. "Aw, come on babe, for my dear old Grammy?" He released her hand but before she could pull back he swept his hand across her backside and pulled her close to him, his other hand at the base of her neck. He saw her eyes shoot wide as he bent down. He had to chase her a little, but he finally caught her lips to his. He heard Grammy let out another long cackle. She wiggled and then to both of their amazements she relaxed. Somewhere between shock and indignity of it all, Ginger felt her mind snap and slip. What she was doing now was anyone guess and she found herself slipping into the moment. What happened to the animosity was beyond her grasp. She never truly hated him, but he claimed... He was suddenly very glad she had taken to wearing cloth, she was soft and smooth in his arms, and warm, she smelt clean and yet vaguely earthly; like the druid she was. The communication between earth and the druid was deep seated. Somehow, he forgot all about her previous indiscretions, he almost forgot why he found her so damned annoying. "That's my boy!" Shouted Grammy, followed by one of her all knowing cackles. Zale almost dropped Ginger as his thoughts were shattered. "What the hell am I doing?" he thought to himself. Ginger's mind snapped clear and the anger and hatred in her mind made her want to stab him even more. Ginger shoved him hard and raked a claw at him. "Don't touch me!" She shrieked. She popped her flight form and took off. Zale stared dumbfounded at her retreating form. Zale looked down at his hands. "What was that all about?" I Want You to Love Me Ch. 02 Zale made his way to Shattrath City. He had not seen Ginger for nearly a week since that incident and he wasn't too eager to see her himself. He was lost in thought on his way to the flight path when he hurt an inured squawk. "That was my foot you jackhole!" came an angry voice behind him. He turned around to see who he just stepped on. Ginger's eye shot wide when she realized it was Zale who had just trampled on her foot. She inwardly groaned. Cookie, the female Draenei Ginger had been talking to, leaned back to enjoy the show. These two were eternally at each other, and she was eager to see how much Ginger could annoy Zale in the next, oh she gave them five minutes. "Ginger, I'm sorry..." "Leave me alone Zale." "Hey I wanted to..." "Save it." Ginger put her hand up in his face. "I don't feel like dealing with you." Cookie looked back and forth. She hated missing things; she obviously missed the bout of the century or something. "No, I wanted to..." "OH, HERE you are!" came a shrill voice from behind Zale. They both groaned. 'Not now Noin, please not now." Zale silently pleaded. The last thing he needed was for Noin to run Ginger off. "Well, hello there little soft-head," Noin's sticky sweet voice purred. "How are YOU today?" he voice dripping in venom. "Not..., in the mood..." Cookie started wondering how much she could charge for tickets. Noin realized Ginger's discomfort and proceeded to dive in for the kill. "So I take it..." Zale held up a hand in Noin's face. "Could you not today? I really need to talk to Ginger pri—" Ginger abruptly took flight and headed off. Zale cursed under his breath and took flight after her, leaving cookie and Noin to stare at each other. He hoped she wouldn't go to the flight master because he would never be able to guess where she went. He was relieved to notice she instead went for the ogres above Shattrath. He was a bit behind her, but he wouldn't loose sight of her. Something drove him to her. He had to touch her again. He didn't know why. He found her infuriating. Hell, he thought she was crazy. She had proven more than a few times she was completely off her nut, and yet here he was, trying to talk to her. What he really wanted to say he did not know; he didn't even know why he was pursuing her. Did he want to apologize? Make fun of her? Try to do it again? He did not know. Actually, he decided he wanted to kiss her again. If nothing happened, if it was just the shock of it, and the egging on, the attempt to innerve her, then he was in the clear, right? He saw her dive into the ogres. Was she trying to loose him in them? It wouldn't work, he'd track her down, and she had to know that. He spotted her by an herb. She grabbed it and took off again and headed towards Nagrand. He was able to pull in close to her in flight. "Ginger, please talk to me." "I don't want to, go away, can't you see I'm busy." "Please land so we can talk." "No. You've had your fun at my expense, I'm sure your Grammy is REAL proud of you. Can you just leave me alone now? I have better things to do, you arrogant moo." "Why do you say that?" 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. I Want You to Love Me Ch. 03 Ginger sat on the water's edge and cried softly to herself. She fiddled with a dreaming glory she pulled out of her bag. She loved this flower, it made good potions, but it was also pretty. She stared up at the broken portal gate in Zangarmarsh and sighed as the examined the markings on it. She often sat here to reflect on her thoughts and feelings, or to just relax. It was her favorite area to be in. She loved the little spore people and worked very hard to earn top honors with them. She wore their colors with pride. Inwardly, she hated Zale. Right now above all times, she wished he would just leave her alone. He wouldn't find her here, he didn't even know what her favorite area was, she wanted to call this place home, and very few knew that. She loved the atmosphere, but it was also an herbalist's paradise. The creatures here were plants themselves. Ginger kicked at the water, her beautiful blue shoes placed carefully in her pack. She wiped the tears from her face. Zale was messing with her head. She just knew it, he was always trying to get under her skin and he found the perfect way now. She was frustrated at herself over this thought. She had practically handed it to him. Why couldn't she just do what she always did and pretend to not care? She was good at that. Ginger clenched her teeth and crushed the delicate glowing flower in her hand. "That arrogant moo," She fumed to herself. "Half the world probably knows about it already, he's most likely spreading the word as fast as he can." It would take her forever to live this down. It took her months to convince everyone the last guy was full of it, now she had Zale to contend with. The last one, the last one was chump change. A little kid practically, no one liked him, very few even believe him, save for his childish friends. Barely cutting his teeth he was. Pathetic little human, trying to impress his buddies, thinking he was the hotshot paladin who could claim what he wanted. She barely even kissed him, let alone the things he claimed. Lucky for Ginger, she wasn't the only target for his bragging and so his rumors were quickly squashed. Zale was another problem entirely. His word was as good as hers, and to some people, better than hers. Ginger looked down at the Dreaming glory and muttered. She had ruined the integrity of the delicate little flower. It wouldn't be good for anything in the condition it was in. Ginger sighed softly and discarded the flower into the lake; herbs had to be treated just right to produce the potions they were good for. She stared at her reflection in the water. She was predestined to love the flowers. She gently touched the leaf shaped marks around her eyes. She was a druid and a night elf; nature was in her blood. She knew she would be an alchemist and an herbalist, even if she did get teased for being "a flower picker". So lost in her thoughts about her precious herbs, she didn't notice the shadow behind her until she saw a hoof beside her hand. Ginger's face shot up and she looked dead at Zale. He stooped down beside her quickly and put his hands on her shoulders so she wouldn't flee. "How... How did you find me?" She stammered. "It was simple enough. You wear the colors of the spores, I figured you'd come where you'd feel safe. After that it was a matter of flying around until I spotted you. Leaving your mount out in the open was a dead give away." Zale motioned towards Ginger's large white cat, a stark contrast to the night-like world around it. Ginger glared at the innocent cat, it happily napping in the moonlight. "Leave me alone Zale." Ganger said coldly, not tearing her eyes away from her mount, who currently felt like a betrayer. She couldn't look at him again. She knew what that face did to her, she couldn't trust herself if she actually looked at him. It was easier to just hate him and never have to look at him again. "Ginger, please listen to me for a moment." Zale said softly. He saw a familiar twinge across her cheek. He saw it again and realized she was trying to recover herself; albeit unsuccessfully. "Zale, I'm being as nice as I possibly can. Please leave me alone." "Why should I?" He almost laughed. He really could not understand what her problem was. He remembered her stating that she liked him fine, that it was he who hated her, but here she was, filled with anger, teeming with rage. For why, he did not know. It was then that he noticed her tears. He had not noticed the dried tears upon her cheeks until he noticed fresh ones following their tracks. He blinked and adjusted himself back. Had he caused this reaction? "Please don't cry babe..." Zale had given up trying to control his actions around her. He leaned forward and gently, with the tip of his tongue, licked a tear off of her cheek. Her eyes flew wide then, she whipped her face around so hard, she almost clocked him in the nose. "What... What do you want from me?" she yelled. She started sobbing then. He blinked at her. That nagging feeling that she was completely crazy crept into his mind; he pushed it back with all his heart and softly chastised himself for it. "Please stop," He said softly. "Please don't cry." Zale pulled her up into his arms. He sat down there on the lake edge, Ginger crying in his arms. He was at a loss for why she was crying so heavily, he decided she must have much weighted on her mind. Her face was buried in his chest; the light fragrance of flowers wafting from her hair was intoxicating. He buried his nose in it then. Ginger tried so hard to control the sobbing. She wasn't even sure of why she was crying. She buried her face deep in his chest. The soft leather of his vest was open enough for her to put her face in the soft fur that lay beneath. She took a deep breath, he was warm and musty. The sobbing subsided and he was glad she had finally decided to calm down. He felt her wiggle in his arms. He bent down and softly kissed her shoulder. She moaned softly and he felt a tingle go through him. He wanted to hear that again; louder this time. He bent down and began sucking on her soft neck. He felt her tense in his arms and he shifted his grip in turn. She wasn't getting away this time. She jerked her head up and crashed into his chin. He winced in pain but did not loose his grip. "Why Zale? Why must you torment me?" "Babe, I'm not trying to torment you and I'm not even sure why you think I would." "I know you. I know how much you hate me; I know how crazy you think I am. I know how you seemingly live to embarrass or down talk me. This isn't funny Zale. I will not be your plaything." Zale laughed. He watched her jaw work; that tic across her cheek, it was all there. Pissed off and frustrated. He innerved her in a way he never knew he would dare, but some how, it wasn't what she was thinking. She squirmed under his arms and he laughed louder this time. "Oh, babe I think you will be my plaything, but not the way you think." He grinned in her face. Her hands were pressing against his chest and the feel of them were driving him crazy. "Just stop it Zale. I don't know what you want from me, but I will have no part of it." "Actually, I want you to love me." Zale admitted softly. "I... Wait, what?" Ginger blinked at him. "I think I finally figured it out Babe. I want you. You're frustrating and a little bit nuts, but honestly, when I think about it, I have such a strong attraction for you." Zale sighed and closed his eyes. "I finally came to terms with it. I don't want to do you harm, I do not want to do you wrong." Before she could react, he was upon her. He pulled her into a long embrace. She squirmed softly under his embrace, she softened her resolve. Somehow, she knew he spoke the truth. It was in the back of her mind for some time. She had a crush on him for so long, but instead he turned mean to her, he was nasty and foul tempered and frequently insulted her intelligence. He called her insane, but still she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret every time he said such things. She wanted to be with him; if even for a little while. They were kindred spirits. They were both druids, they both respected nature and the powers it granted them. He was an intellectual, and he said some off the wall things in his own right. They were both a little bit crazy, and this was just the icing on the proverbial cake. They melted into each other. Zale could feel her relax and deepen the kiss. He responded to her as well as she responded to him. He loosened his arms and moved his hands onto her hips. Zale moved his hands along Ginger's sides and hesitated. "Are you in all cloth?" "What? Why?" "I don't feel..." Zale moved his hands down her legs, she shivered at the touch. "I don't feel any pants..." Ginger let out a long laugh. "So all I'm wearing in my robe and tabard. Is there a problem with that?" she had a twinkle in her eye he had not seen earlier. Zale grinned and buried his face in her neck. Ginger moaned softly as Zale licked and sucked that soft spot. "Mmmm, I want to hear that a little louder..." He nipped softly. He moved one hand up her back, his fingers grazing the length of her spine, his hand made its way into her hair. It was silky soft, and the purple glistened in the moonlight. Zale moved his other hand onto her backside. She had a perfectly formed butt that shivered under his touch; he moved his hand further down the length of her hip and legs. She moaned softly at his caressing. "I want you to love me." He repeated in her ear. "Zale, I... Why though? Why, I don't understand. I thought..." She trailed off as he began pulling up the hem of the robe. He had to get his hand on every part of her. She was so delicate. Like all of her kind, she was strong and stubborn, but where it counted, they were all soft and pliable. He would have to be gentle with her. His kind was made of sturdier ground. She would not be like any of the hard females of his kind. "Why don't we forget all of that babe? I want you to be with me, like you are with others." He nipped her neck again. "What do you mean by that?" The indignant tone creeping in her voice. "Well, I..." Zale's brain raced. He said the wrong thing; he didn't want her to flee again, not when he was this close. "You're always so open, so strong. You've always stood your ground and laughed manically when anyone dared challenge you. I want you to be you, not shy, not nervous, not how you have been for the past few days." "How... How do I know you speak the truth?" She glared at him suspiciously. He growled then. Maybe she was crazy. He kissed her then. Hard and deep, harder than he intended, but she had to know. He heard a squeak and didn't know if it was pain or surprise. He loosened slightly, but worked his hands faster this time. Their tongues fought a hard battle, but in the end, he won as he slipped his tongue deep in her mouth. He laid her back on the soft marshy ground, his mouth pressed deep against hers. She was reciprocating perfectly. Zale's hands made quick work of the tabard and he began pulling the fasteners on the front of her robe. It was then that he noticed her hands were trying to pry open his vest. He released her, and sat up. She lay beneath him, panting; her face was puffy and red. He wondered briefly if she had been crying again. Ginger watched as he pulled off his leather vest and tossed it to the side. He was hard and muscular, and for a brief moment she wondered what had come over her, why this was so right, why she didn't want to stop. She didn't care any more. She reached her hand out and touched his soft furry stomach. He grinned down at her. She started fiddling with the edge of his pants. "That eager are you?" He grinned at her. She blushed heavily and Zale found enjoyed the wash of color on her pale face. "Do you really want to see?" He teased. She gave him a sly smile and then nodded. Zale removed his belt and began opening his leather pants. He originally liked their tight fit, but now they were horribly uncomfortable. A smug feeling overcame him when he noticed how intently Ginger was staring at the bulge. His cock free from the infernal pants, he looked at Ginger. She was staring at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly gapping. "Something wrong?" "I just... I've never... It's so big!" She exclaimed breathlessly. He blinked and looked down. He suddenly laughed loudly. "I forgot. Night Elf men probably don't come this big." She wordlessly shook her head slowly. It was huge. Ginger had only been with a couple of guys before, and none of them were like this. She had the strangest urge. She wanted to taste... Ginger sat up and licked the head of his cock softly. She liked the salty sweet taste of his pre-cum. He gasped softly. She adjusted up slightly and began sucking on his dick head. He groaned. She moved her face down more and began to grip his balls. She had never liked this, but now she couldn't get enough. She took him deep into her mouth and began pushing for more. She flexed her tongue and he gripped her hair. Her fingers were working his balls as if on their on. She squeezed and kneaded them in her hand. He moaned deep and low. She was wonderful. He hadn't had head this good. He feared he may explode in her mouth. He tried to pull her off, but she was just too eager. "Please babe..." He groaned as he pushed on her shoulders. She blinked up at him confused. Her lips glistened in the moonlight. Zale kissed her long and deep and pushed her down into the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled up her robe and slid between her legs. The tip of his cock brushed her pussy lips softly. She gasped underneath his lips. He was worried about hurting her. He moved his hand down to her pussy and stroked it softly, she shivered under his touch. He inwardly grinned at himself; she was lying in a puddle of her own juices. He pressed one finger in gently. She moaned and he could feel her pussy lips squeezing his finger. He didn't need to get her ready; she was ready to explode herself. He removed his hand and placed his cock back at her pussy lips. She gasped softly as he entered her. Zale was much thicker than the other males she had been with, for a brief moment she feared he may rip her open, but the soft murmur coming from his lips calmed her fears. He would not hurt her, Ginger was sure of this. Zale buried himself deep in her soft tight pussy. She was no virgin, but she was smaller than anyone he previously had, the fel of her almost made him loose it; he began slow and steady. She strained at first to match him, but her desire over came her as she picked up the pace. Soon he was having trouble keeping up to her as the quickened. He bit her neck, she clawed his back. They were more animal now than in their forms. She gasped and he groaned into her neck, he began sucking on the soft spot there. She moaned loudly and he drove to hear more. The bliss drove her to tears. They had driving need to have each other. When he felt the squeeze of her orgasm, he could hold it back no longer. They came together hard and shaking, sweat seeping from every pore. Zale collapsed on top of her. He panted hard and deep into her neck. Ginger was still shuddering and squeezing him. The sensitivity in his cock was almost unbearable. He regrettably pulled himself free of her. "Ah... no..." she panted. "Don't worry baby..." He murmured as he trailed kisses down her stomach. She fought the urge to giggle as the ticking sensation the fur on his face caused. Her eyes flew open wide as he raked his tongue across her sensitive pussy. "Ah! What are you...?" She trailed off as her eyes rolled back; he buried his mouth in her pussy and ate her out. He ignored the taste of himself and focused on that wonderful shudder. She almost screamed as the shudders began again, more uncontrollable this time. At last Ginger collapsed in her own exhaustion as Zale wiped his chin. He grinned at her as he moved up beside her to lie down. "I never knew it could be..." Ginger said sleepily as her exhaustion finally took hold and she dozed against his hard furry chest. He smiled at her sleeping form. He had her, he had what he wanted, and he wasn't going to let her go.