Warcraft, Jaina Proudmoore/Arthas Menethil, give chase
They'd played hide and seek as children, running through the snaking stone halls of his father's castle and hiding in the multitude of empty rooms. It had been ARthas' suggestion to relive the days of their youth; after two bottles of important wine, he was in a nostalgic mood. Across the table, Jaina licked the plum-flavored wine from her lips before jumping to her feet. "All right," she said with a throaty laugh. "But you're it!"
She grabbed her cloak and dashed out the door, giggling spells of ice (he slipped and nearly crashed into a suit of armor), fire (he ducked and it singed a tapestry), and one that turned a baffled maid into a sheep. "Slow, Arthas! You're too slow!" She shrieked as she flew up a curving flight of stairs.
"You're cheating, Jaina!"
He cornered her in an bedroom for visiting nobles. She jumped onto, over the bed, flashing a fair bit of her long, ivory legs, and grabbed a pillow to defend herself. "Don't come any closer!" She ordered between gasping laughter. "I'll sizzle off your eyebrows!"
"I'm shivering." He said with a grin.
"Or turn you into a sheep! Or pig! Or turtle!" She waved her hand and sparkles of magic circled her fingers. She matched his grin and added with a wink, "I just learned that one."
He bumped into the mattress. "No where for you to run, now, Jaina."
"Mm." She licked her lips again and Arthats' blood slammed through his veins. She closed her hand quickly into a fist and the swirls of her magic faded. "Maybe I don't want to run."
"Oh? Think you can take me on?"
She stepped closer until she reached the bed, then leaned down onto it, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. "I've been wanting to try for years."
Suddenly she was in his arms, fitting against his chest like they had been molded together. When she kissed his throat, a flicker of fire flared against his skin. She pinned her against the velvet pillows, fumbling with the folds of her mage's cloak as he tried to get to her long legs that he'd seen so briefly before.
They kicked the blankets into a pile and the pillows were pushed to the ground as they rolled together. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her slick opening, guiding his fingers to a spot that made her moan and pant. He tore off his breeches and yanked off his shirt while she struggled out of her layers. When she was finally naked, he dragged his palm over her breast and sucked on her flushed nipple; she bit his.
They grappled until she ended up on top, rolling her hips until Arthas had to grab onto her to make her stop. His fingers dug into her thighs holding her still while he squeezed his eyes closed and tried to catch his breath. Jaina bent down, her long hair tickling his chest, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping over his lips, between them into his mouth. When he shuddered but didn't release her, she groaned with impatience and pushed his hands away, then raised her hips and slammed down onto him.
As she came, she planted her hands on his stomach and weird purple shapes flashed over his skin. Arthas climaxed with a roar, drenched with sweat and enchantments.
They stayed locked together, laughing between kisses, until a sheep started nibbling on the sheets.