Lust is in the Air (Brutal Hearts Prompt)

The room they were in was dark, save for a few candles scattered on the dresser and on the floor that surrounded the bed they were on.  Nearby, two sticks of incense were burning—slow-releasing a sweet and spicy mixture of mageroyal and fireblossom into the air.  It created a relaxed, yet sensual atmosphere perfect for a romantic couple during the festival of love and adoration.

They were neither romantics, nor a couple.  But they were gonna celebrate the festival anyways.

The man Amare picked was a tall, broad-shouldered elf with long, white hair and a multitude of old battle scars down his back.  Appearances were deceiving though—he was a lightweight when it came to his ale.  But then again, most of the long ears she met were.  Both of them were at the Salty Sailor Tavern drinking, both of them warm and drunk on cherry grog when they got to talking, and both of them were alone with no one to return to.

Sure, love was in the air.  But she'd settle for lust and fucking.

It didn't take much to convince him.  Fifteen minutes, and another bottle of cherry grog later, they had retreated to one of the vacant rooms upstairs.  It was dark as they entered—the only source of light spilled in from the hallway.  The view of the ocean was theirs, but the White Lady was nowhere to be seen, and was instead replaced by a thick blanket of clouds.

However, the inn owners left them prepared.  Sitting on the nightstand were a number of unlit candles, a book of matches ("The Salty Sailor Tavern: Where someone's night is always going to end with a little salt!"), sticks of incense, and a bowl of chocolate.  Leave it to them goblins, Amara thought to herself as she smirked.

With their bodies still warm and fuzzy from their drinks, Amare decided it was time for a bit of fun as she took his arm and led him inside towards the bed.  His eyes were only on her, his free hand tracing the curves of her body from her breasts to her ass.  He seemed to like what he saw as he grinned, leaning closer to the rogue.

"Yer so damn beautiful..." he murmured in a husky tone, fingers fumbling to free her body from the confines of her leather armor.  Small things—shoulder armor, gloves and boots—came off first as they shared breath, their tongues wrestled and intertwined in her mouth.  An aggressive one, she thought to herself.  This should be fun.

As she drew away, her fingers swiped up one of the unused candles and the book of matches from the nightstand.  "Lemme set th' mood before that buzz of yours wears off," she teased.  "Think y'could strip down for me?  These candles ain't gonna light themselves."  He grinned as he reached for the straps that held his shoulder armor in place.

"Give me a show to make up for it."

She smirked.  Boys will be boys.

She began to hear the sound of beating drums as her hips swayed to the music that was playing in her head.  It was a song she heard while traveling around Kalimdor—wasn't sure of the origin, but the trolls probably had something to do with it.

Are you the Brutal Heart?
Are you the Brutal Heart that I've been looking for?
Cause if you're looking for love, you can look for that door.

Hearts.
Hearts that break the night in two,
and arms that can't hold you that true.

"So use me," she whispered as she placed the last candle on the floor and made her move towards the bed, shutting the door behind her.