The trek to the forest was less than delightful. Eden hated forests, she hated fungus, weird little animals and bugs. Oh god, the bugs. She likened her hate of forests to her drow nature (or to Iain being a tree elf...or whatever the hell he was), having been born underground where it was rocks, rocks and nothing but rocks. But now it was the end of her mission, she could return back to the ranger barracks, get changed, relax and then deliver Iain's package. She had peeked at what it was, and its contents didn't surprise her. It was a sword -- drow made, perfectly balanced and made from the finest of metals. Eden had to admit she was a little envious of Iain's new toy, but decided later on that she'd give him hell for it.

Making her way down to the ranger captain's office, her feet padded along the stone floors, before she came upon the wooden door with Iain's name and family's coat of arms engraved on it. Testing the handle, Eden found that it was locked, her hand clenching around the velvet wrapped sword. Scowling, she started violently knocking on the door (and by violentley, she was banging her fists on the wood), before yelling.

"IAIN YOU FREAK, OPEN THIS DOOR! I DIDN'T TRAVEL TO THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING FOREST FOR YOUR ASS TO LOCK THE DOOR ON ME!"

That should get his attention.

[doHTML]<blockquote><font size=1><i>God Eden is taking forever... DAMNIT</i>. He leaned back in the wooden chair, lifting his legs up onto his desk. His boots were black, and quite clean considering Zerxis wasn't always so... clean. He sighed, turning his head and looking up at the ceiling. His chocolatey brown hair fell back, hanging down over his neck as wide blue eyes searched the ceiling for something to amuse him. He had already finished all the paper work for today, and there was nothing more of interest to do until Eden got back. Iain frowned, picking up a small rock which he used to hold his papers down and whipped it against the door. It made a rather loud thud, and he stared at the door, sitting up. <BR><BR>
Apparently the rock had reverberated off the wooden door and was continuing to make noise. Strange. He put his feet back on the ground, pushing himself out of his seat and walking towards the giant wooden thing. He pressed his ear up against it, trying to figure out why the rock had made so much noise. Then he heard a voice, a rather loud, annoying, obnoxious and unfortunately familiar one at that. <BR><BR>
<B>"Eden..."</b> he hissed, his eyes narrowing as he snorted slightly. Little bitch. He put his hand on the handle of the door, waiting a few seconds before unlocking it. If she hadn't had his sword, he wouldn't have let her in. Yawning he pulled the door open, standing to his full height as he looked down on her. <BR><BR>
<B>"Any slower and I could have gotten a kender to do it for me,"</b> he said with a sneer, pulling the package out of her hands and looking at it. <B>"Eden... have you been playing with my package?"</b> he asked, not realising the double entendre it held. He scowled looking at her. <B>"Alright, you can go now."</b> </blockquote>[/doHTML]

Her incessant knocking on the door refused to die down until Iain answered it, hoping to annoy the hell out of him. "COME ON! OPEN UP, ELF!" she yelled, smirking as the sound of footsteps was hears. Stepping back as the door swung open, Eden's red eyes looked up at Iain, unamused. "Out of my way, Iain." she said, ebony hand pushing on his chest to move him from the door, gladly discarding the sword in his hands. "Be careful, though. A drow made it, it might be too much for such delicate skin as yours." she told him, voice dripping with sarcasm.

However, his package comment caused the drow maiden to burst out in laughter, lightly whacking his arm. "You wish I was playing with your package, pretty boy. But unfortunately centaur dildos aren't quite my forte." she smirked. Eden knew how much Iain hated it when she mentioned him, centaurs and topics of a sexual nature. "I just don't know how you're going to fit that up your little elf ass, there." she smirked, reaching around and giving his rear a squeeze, before pushing her way past him into Iain's office, disregarding his dismissal. Eden knew she got away with murder around him.

Making her way across the floor, she slipped behind Iain's desk, plopping down in his big chair (it was much too oversized for a small drow like her). Her hands gently felt the wooden arm-rests of the chair, before looking back to Iain. "No wonder you're so damn arrogant. This chair is made for a king. Eden grinned, before rummaging through the contents of his desk.

[doHTML]<blockquote><font size=1>Eden pushed past him. He wasn't expecting that, and, not having braced himself from her push, he got off balance a bit, but quickly corrected it, by taking a step back. He scoffed, watching her walk through, holding tightly onto the sword, and rolling her eyes. He'd used drow made swords before, it was nothing different. <b>"Well yes, considering your kind has such... thick... skin,"</b> he drew out the thick part, hissing slightly as she began to laugh. He rolled his eyes, and then as she spoke, felt his cheeks flush as he realised what he had said. He lifted his hand to strike her, frowned and then put it back at his side, giving his head a shake. Then the centaur dildo part hit him and he stared at her wide eyed with fury. <BR><BR>
<B>"I. Don't. Like. CENTAURS!"</b> he said, his voice rising with each word. He growled, whipping his body around to face her, still holding the sword. He hissed, hearing her words again and then feeling her grab his butt. UGH. She moved away before he could grab her, moving behind his desk and sitting down in his chair. She talked far too much. He grumbled, walking over to his desk and setting the sword down on one side, putting his hands on the desk and looking down at her. <BR><BR>
<B>"Do you purposely try to tick me off?"</b> he hissed, taking a deep breath and then standing up, snorting lightly and brushing off his tunic. <B>"I think you should go now, Eden. There are things that need to be done around here,"</b> he completely ignored her comment about him being arrogant. Looking back and seeing her rummage through his desk he launched himself over his desk, trying to push his drawer shut.<BR><BR>
<B>"Eden get the hell outta my stuff!"</b> he moved around to the other side, pushing the drawers closed. <B>"I don't want your filthy fingers all over my things."</b> </blockquote>[/doHTML]

Hearing Iain's protests of his love of centaurs, Eden grinned at him, leaning back in her chair. "Uh-huh. You say that now." she snickered, hands stopping in her rummaging. It was just a bunch of papers, nothing of interest to Eden. Disappointed at not finding anything shiny, she looked up at Iain as he placed his hands on the desk, staring her down. She just gave him a sweet, mocking smile and batted her eyelashes as he scolded her. "Yes, Iain. I do try to purposely tick you off, but it's because I looooove you!" Eden teased him, ebony fingers poking at her dimples. Oh, the mockery.

However, hearing his 'filthy' comment sent Eden over the edge. "Filthy, huh? Well would you like it if I just rubbed myself all over you OR your things?" she asked, moving from his chair to plop herself on his desk, sitting. Eden wiggled and rubbed her bum around, giggling to herself, making the desk creak a bit as she rocked it. If anyone was standing outside the door, it would have seemed like something other than teasing was going on.

[doHTML]<blockquote><font size=1>Iain scowled, trying very hard to ignore the annoying drow. He was still pissed she was in his chair, his office... his home. His face twisted into a grimace, his brows knotting and his chin jutting out as she stared up sweetly at him. Ugh! He wanted to reach out and strangle out her last breath. But... he couldn't. So he'd settle for latrine duty. That'd be fun for her. He was about to proclaim her new 'duty' when s spoke again and began to smear her dirty disgusting self all over his desk. His jaw dropped, his lips forming a small 'o' as he stared at her, not reacting until a few seconds later. <BR><BR>
<B>"Eden get the hell off!"</b> he snarled, launching himself at her, pinning her down beneath his weight to his desk. It was then that the door opened silently, the noise of the creaking desk and Iain ordering Eden to 'get off' having caused a bit of a ruckus. <BR><BR>
<B>"Eden I swear I'm going to pound you until it hurts!"</b> he growled, lifting his hand to slap her across the face. A voice interrupted him. <BR><BR>
<B>"Iain, what in Ymimerel's name are you doing?!"</b> Iain blinked, lowering his hand and rolling off Eden, pushing some of the objects on his desk off. Eden's dress was askew, lifted up and bunched around her waist. Iain stared at his commander - Sayen with a surprised look on his face. She quirked a brow slightly, putting one hand on her hip and staring at the two. <BR><BR>
<B>"And here I was, thinking you two didn't get along..."</b> [/DOHTML]

The drow maid let out a small yelp and giggle as she suddenly felt the weight of Iain's body over her's. Eden shot Iain a shit-eaten grin, a long ebony finger reaching up to poke at the elf's nose. "Wow Iain. Someone's getting frisky, huh?" Eden asked, unable to keep herself from giggling so much around Iain. "And isn't this pointless? You want me to get off, yet you pin me to the desk? You have some awesome logic there, mister." Eden smirked, wiggling her bum more against his desk, 'dirtying' it up more for him.

"Yeah I bet you're going to pou--" Eden was caught off by the sound of another voice in the room. Her eyes went wide, before her head fell back, looking upside down at whoever the intruder on their quarrel was. She blushed a bit, despite her skin's coloring unable to show. It was Iain's boss.

Despite her brashness, and ability to just not care, Eden was embarrassed at being caught in a compromising position with her Captain. She shimmied out from underneath Iain, hands pushing her skirt back down her legs, not wanting to be caught indecent by Sayen. Despite her disrespect for Iain, she had a great amount of respect for his boss, and didn't want too appear unprofessional in front of him.

"Lord Sayen..." Eden greeted, bowing her head. Her hands smoothed down her skirt, trying to look not so disheveled. "I was just helping him with his package!" she excused, hand pointing to the sword that she had delivered from the drow. She cringed, realizing how bad that sounded.