Tae'loren was nearly petrified at Elariel's words:<i>let me love you</i>. For a moment he couldn't understand how she could. That was his old way of thinking once more, though, the way that disregarded the fact that this very female had managed to gently coax love from the hunter's hidden depths back to the surface of his consciousness.<i>Let me love you</i>. She had spoken words that he yearned to hear a female speak to him for the past several centuries. This Blood elf mage, this beautiful, vivacious female, was offering the hunter a chance to live again.<br/><br/>Even as the door swung open, Tae'loren continued to stand there, holding Elariel, the sweet, fleshy taste of her lips and saliva still lingering on his lips and tongue. He savored the flavor, wondering if that was a life he could go back to again. He sniffed at her subtly, slowly, deeply inhaling her scent, realizing that she was willing to give herself to him, just as he was finally realizing, as much as he was willing to give himself to her. His lips sought her lips again quickly, parting with a smile. "Do I have a choice?" Finally, Tae'loren's tone was not one of melancholy or desperation, but one of playfulness.<br/><br/>He strode briskly to their bed, the bed that they had seldom used together since they had been in Dalaran, partially pinning the lithe Blood elf as his lips latched needfully to her lips, softly suckling, beckoning them apart to allow his tongue to dart swiftly into her mouth, seeking her tongue and deftly wrapping around with it. One strong arm coiled in a similar manner around Elariel's waist, fingers, though confident, trembling with the near-new sensation of exploring her sensually-curved body once again. Tae'loren did not seek to ravage Elariel, much as he felt he'd done before; no, this was going to be about love. He was going to take his time with her now, was going to use his body to express to her just how much he loved her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>