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Who: Iroh and Sarah Kerrigan
When: 4/4
Where: Iroh's place, a restaurant, a park
What: A first date
Rating/Warnings: R for graphic depictions of sex in a park
Status: complete


Iroh was lounging around the house, wondering if Sarah would show up or not. The place was clean, just in case. He even had a crystal decanter of whiskey on the mantle, which he was drinking slowly. The pacing back and forth gave him an outlet for his nerves. He hoped Kitty would move before the children came back, he wanted to be able to warn them if the police became too involved. Or worse, INTERPOL. He was a ball of nerves.

Kerrigan was wearing a costume. Or rather, that’s what she’d made herself up to look like. She could explain it to Iroh - she hoped - but at least she got a different sort of odd look as she made her way towards his house, wearing a sexy red dress with a slit up the side, and her wings (now full sized) made out to look like angel wings. She hoped he appreciated the effect.

Iroh appreciated it quite a bit. He kept looking out his window nervously, and saw her as she came up the walkway. He didn’t bother to wait until she knocked, she knew how paranoid he was. He smiled at her when he opened the door. “I was not expecting all this, but you look wonderful.”

“I hope you appreciate it.” She winked at him, offering her hand. Her wings flexed, and one waved at him. “I went to a lot of effort for this.” Angel feathers were a lot less creepy than her normal wings.

Iroh took her hand and kissed it softly. “They’re remarkable. Please come in, Sarah.” Ladies in sexy dresses tended to want to be called by their first names. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Every inch of her was amazing and he had the mad urge to kiss her right then and there.

She liked the way he looked at her. He might be an older gentleman, but she didn’t mind. Raynor had a decade on her, after all. But he wasn’t around, and Iroh was, even if her heart ached at the thought.

“They’re real. Partially. It’s..complicated. You’re not put off? This isn’t makeup.”

Iroh shook his head. “No. I have seen many strange things since I came to live in America.” He motioned to the couch. “Have a seat. Would you like a drink?” He had a woman in his house. What was he supposed to do now? He wondered if Khamul would have any advice, or if the Chinese man would just laugh at him. Probably both. Iroh decided to handle this on his own.

She took a seat, and flexed her wings again, careful to not knock anything over. “Something light.” Kerrigan’s smile was tightly nervous. She and formal type of dates didn’t usually get along, even before this. She’d spent hours just trying to buy a dress and rush ship it.

Iroh eyed the whiskey, and went to the liquor cabinet to pour her something else. “You said your wings are partially real, what did you mean by that?” He handed over the drink and sat in a nearby chair so he could continue to look at her.

One of the wings stretched out, the tip coming before Iroh. “Look under the feathers.” She sounded nervous, but she squared her shoulders.

Iroh gently put his hand on her wing, peeling back the feather. This was nearly the weirdest thing he’d ever done, after shooting a giant playing card in both faces.

The chitinous material was visible underneath. Tough and strong, but giving a little to the touch. Almost like bone. Kerrigan’s eyes glowed faintly yellow.

They were strange. He moved further down, examining the wings with gentle touches. “You cannot fly with these, can you?” His voice was a little sad. What a tease.

“No, I can’t.” She didn’t know it yet, but she didn’t really need them to fly. It hadn’t occurred to her that her psionic powers would grant her that gift, anyway. “They’re more like..weapons. Or means of inspiring terror.”

“They would be frightening.” Iroh said with a nod. “I’m sorry that you must hide them.” He had his own fearsome body alterations, but his tattoos were easy enough to hide, and their meaning was diluted in a country that embraced such things as a form of expression. He stroked his fingers down her wing, going with the grain of the attached feathers. “They do not make you less beautiful.”

She closed her eyes, shuddering slightly as he stroked her wings. “Not many people would understand them. I know there are other people with change. Skin color, hair, and things like that...” She brought her hands up to her own hair, which was looking a lot less hairlike and a lot more like chitinous dreadlocks. “I’m still beautiful?”

Maybe she needed to be more afraid of what she was inside, than outside.

Iroh nodded. “You are unique. I do not understand, but I don’t need to understand. You are still quite intriguing, and I would like to get to know you better. We all have parts of ourselves that we wish were not there, that we could outgrow or change.” He wished his faults were as small as the changes in her appearance.

“I’m not a very nice person, Iroh. I’m not as bad as my dreams, but I’m still...a bitch. I take that label and wear it proudly. I just don’t want to be angry any more.” If he kept that up, he might just get lucky.

Iroh chuckled a little. “I’m a bad person too, Sarah. And maybe I need a bitch or two in my life to keep me in line.” He gave her a smug smile.

“Do you need to be spanked then? I’m good at that.” She wondered if he could help her find the soldiers who’d assaulted her when she’d been in the army. If he’d be okay with her ripping them limb from limb. She had the means to get revenge, now, even if she couldn’t (yet) get revenge on the army itself.

Iroh laughed loudly. “Perhaps we should have dinner first. I don’t like to be punished on an empty stomach.” Iroh wouldn’t mind a bit to see Sarah take her vengeance. If she asked, he would happily help her destroy them all. He was an old fashioned man, who believed in honor and vengeance, especially for crimes against women and children.

She laughed. She was getting that impression from him. She could almost trust him, and trust came really, really hard to Kerrigan, in any universe. “Dinner sounds good.”

“Good.” He stood again, offering his hand. “I am a passable cook, if you would like to stay in, but I would also enjoy dining out with you. I’m sure we can find a restaurant willing to accommodate the extra space you require.” He was sure because he ran a few. What was power for if you couldn’t use it to impress a woman?

"You really think you could take me to a restaurant, when I looked like a comiccon reject?" She raised her eyebrows.

“Not only could I take you to a restaurant, I can guarantee the best service and food you’ve ever had in your life, and not one stray look at your wings from the staff.” Iroh said with a nod. “Provided you enjoy noodles or steak. I only own two restaurants at the moment, I’m still expanding my businesses a little.”

Kerrigan looked impressed. “Steak, if I have a choice. Not that I don’t like noodles, but I’m in the mood for a little red meat.”

Iroh chuckled a little, but thought it best to avoid innuendoes at the moment. He was trying to be a gentleman, after all. “Give me a moment to change into something more appropriate. You’ll be more comfortable driving yourself there than taking a cab, I think.” Was there a dignified way to ask for a ride? Iroh decided his next major purchase was going to be a car. The drivers of Irvine would just have to suffer.

“We can drive together,” Kerrigan decided. It would mean she’d have to bring him back, which she was actually okay with. Her wings folded behind her back again.

“Thank you.” He said with a smile. “I’ll be back out in a moment.” He stepped into his bedroom, congratulating himself on how well things were going. Sarah was a fascinating woman, he wanted to know more about her. What dreams did she have that included such remarkable changes?

She was reluctant to share those dreams. Especially with a man she had an attraction to. She didn't like reflecting on the Queen of Blades and her war crimes. There were mornings where she'd wake and have to force herself to be Sarah, and not Kerrigan.

Iroh changed into a nice long sleeve shirt and jacket, and came back out. He smiled at Sarah. “I’m ready to go if you are.”

“I’m already well dressed,” she assured, him. She’d adjusted her cleavage a bit while waiting, and hoped it was enough to distract him.

He didn’t notice at first, but it was obvious when he did. He blushed a little, and lost his train of thought. “Uh, yes.” She was definitely wearing appropriate attire. After a moment he regained his composure. “I’ll give you directions when we’re in the car.”

Sarah held out her arm, offering him to take it. She knew how to do this proper, and she really wanted to do this proper.

He took her arm, stroking her hand softly. He got the door for her, and led the way to her car. He was surprised how well this was going. He’d hoped Sarah would come by, but having the opportunity to show off as well as seeing her was quite a treat.

“Give me a second to get settled, arranging these things without impaling you will probably be an adventure.” Sarah let go of his arm, and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea.” He would be happy to watch her maneuver, especially in that dress.

It took a full two minutes to get into the car, complete with flashing him far more than she’d intended to, before she was seated and her wings were out of the way. She gripped the wheel tightly.

Iroh admired the view, then got into the car. “It’s on Mission. You’ll want to turn right out of here.”

"Thank you. She replied, turning at the designated street. She wasn't the worst driver in the world. She was actually pretty good of one.

Iroh gave her directions, amused at her driving. It was probably a good thing she was driving and not him. He didn’t want to scare her off with the fact that he only occasionally obeyed the rules of the road.

The steakhouse wasn’t Japanese themed at all, it had a slightly upscale cowboy theme. There were people waiting outside, but he knew there would a table open for them.

“..you own this?” She looked at Iroh in surprise. “Not that I’m complaining. I’ve heard nothing but good things about this place.” Okay, she was very impressed.

He nodded. “I do. My brother set it up initially, but it’s mine now.” He offered his arm again, breezing past the line and the host’s counter. “Tell the manager that Iroh is here and will be dining in the back tonight.” He said as he passed.

A waiter raced ahead of them to set the table in the back room, and he held the door for the pair when they were close enough. Iroh showed Sarah to her seat, and then took his own.

Sarah took a seat, and stretched her winks out behind the chair. She closed her eyes, groaning. It felt good to let them stretch. “I like the decor..?” She felt lame.

That groan did amazing things to Iroh. He was going to file that information away for the rest of his life, and pull up this memory when needed. He chuckled. “I hope you like the food.”

“I hope I like it too. It would be good news for you.” She smiled teasingly, preening a little.

He chuckled. “I would be humiliated if it wasn’t up to your standards.” And so many people would be fired. He turned to their private waiter and ordered a bottle of wine.

“You take things too seriously, Iroh. I might have high standards but I wouldn’t feel as though you should be humiliated. Only a few people I want that for.” Arcturus Mengsk at the top of that list. That was a man she’d murder without a second thought, if he showed up.

Iroh thought about that for a second. "Perhaps I used the wrong word. I would prefer that you enjoy yourself." He smiled at her. "How have you been? Other than the wings I hope you have been doing well." He didn't need to examine the menu, so he looked at Sarah instead. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

“I’ve got a steady job, someone I can call a friend..that’s better than I was not too long ago. There’s some unfinished business but that’ll probably always be unfinished.” She didn’t want to think about that right now. “this is the first date I’ve been on in years.”

“It’s my first date in a long time as well. There is always some other thing that needs to be done.” He chuckled a little. “I’m quite glad you agreed to come out with me. I hope your unfinished business finds resolution. I have some myself, but I fear mine will also go unresolved.”

“Some old army stuff. I owe some people payback.” She shrugged one wing, the threat in her tone very, very clear. She doubted Iroh was the kind of man who understood that, but she didn’t know him well enough, yet.

He nodded, though he didn’t understand the implication entirely. “If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.” At least she knew who she needed to go after. Fifteen years later and Iroh still had no idea who hired the man that killed Lu Ten.

“If I can think of something..but I’d rather not get your hands dirty. Not much I can do anyway. Army tends to ignore that kind of thing. It was all my fault, apparently.”

Iroh made a face. “I’m sure it was not all your fault, and at this point in my life, a little more dirt won’t change things, one way or another.” He was beginning to understand the issue, and it troubled him. “You underestimate how far I am willing to go to help avenge a friend’s honor.” Even if he didn’t want to sleep with her he would want to help her, and teach any man who would hurt a woman a lesson.

"It's complicated. I lost my trust in my comrades, and in the chain of command. I lost my trust in the army. I proved myself and they wouldn't let me to the role I was born for. I wonder if my raising hell about being denied to sniper school is why they never investigated my attack." She hadn't meant to go into that much detail, but it spilled out.

Iroh frowned. He made a deep contemplative noise that was not unlike a growl. “There are things that can be done, but they are. . . not within regulations.”

Sarah smiled grimly. "Most of them have left the army by now too. I haven't been able to find them."

Iroh nodded. “Give me the names, and I will have them delivered to your door.” It wasn’t an idle promise at all, and his tone made that clear.

She tilted her head, looking at Iroh, her eyes narrowed. “All...right.”

Iroh shrugged. “You can ask how if you want.” He wasn’t sure he wanted her to or not, or if he would tell her the truth. After all, he had no idea if he could trust her or not.

“Is that why you’re so paranoid?” Sarah thought about the security system, but there hadn’t been anything that had really drawn her attention as to the elaborate security measures.

“Yes. I have suffered unthinkable losses due to carelessness before. It is not a mistake I intend to make again.” His expression went from very dark to very sad for a moment. The dreams only reminded him of the terrible loss of his son and wife.

Sarah wished he were closer. She had the sudden urge to kiss him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories.”

“It is only fair, I did the same for you.” Iroh took a deep breath, and his expression settled. “But let’s talk about something pleasant. Do you like to dance, Sarah?”

"I have two left feet, but that doesn't mean that I don't like to dance," she replied, with honesty. "I don't know how it'll work with these wings."

Yes, the wings would be a little problematic. “I enjoy it as well, though I’m not much good, either. We’ll have to go, wings or not wings, some evening.” The waiter poured their wine and took their orders.

“You’re a real gentleman, Iroh. There aren’t many of those left in this world.” She lifted her glass to toast him.

He tapped her glass in return. “A beautiful lady deserves a man who will treat her with respect.” He sipped the wine, nodding in appreciation. It was quite good.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” Sarah’s smile was genuine, and even a little cheerful. She’d forgotten what it was like to actually smile and mean it.

“Thank you.” Iroh said with a warm smile. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. He had no idea what else to say, or if he should say anything. He didn’t want to ask too many questions, but he did want to get to know here a little better.

The appetizer arrived, and Kerrigan dug in, asking, “Were you ever in the military, Iroh? You have a certain bearing to you.”

“Hmmm, no. I was a general in the dreams, but in real life I’m just a businessman, shunned heir to my father’s company.” He shrugged. That part didn’t bother him as much as how and why he’d lost it. “Perhaps it is just my serious demeanor that makes you think that.”

“It might be your serious demeanor. Still, that makes you a soldier in my book, even if I have a serious dislike for generals.” She winked at him. “I might make an exception.”

He laughed. “In my army, dear lady, you would have been allowed to fully participate. I value ability and discipline in my soldiers, and you have both.”

“I’m a damn good shot too, as I’ve told you before.” Her toe nudged up Iroh’s shin, and she leaned forward, chin on her hand. “I’ve got amazing breath control.”

Iroh was practicing breath control right then. “I’m certain that you’re fantastic at whatever you put your mind to.” He shuddered slightly, despite himself. “Perhaps we can go shooting on our next date. I would love to see you in action.”

She grinned. "That might be fun. I've got an old rifle and my pistols. I need to take them out, anyway!" They weren't sniper rifles, but they'd do. "It was the rifle I used to win all those championships."

Well, he would have to fix that, wouldn’t he? “I have a pistol, anything else is too bulky for my tastes. I haven’t seen a professional shooter at work.” Well, not in a non-crisis situation.

“Then I’ll impress you. I know how to hand a long gun.” She wasn’t even trying to flirt there, but it certainly sounded like it.

Iroh laughed loudly at that, assuming the innuendo was intentional. “That’s good to know.”

She blinked, then flushed an odd shade of greenish red. “I meant..a real gun. But I guess I mean that way too, since the look on your face is nice.”

He smiled. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, it is simply nice to be out with an attractive young woman again.”

“It can’t have been that long for you,” she protested, holding up a hand. “You’re a looker, yourself.”

“I may be handsome, but I was not looking.” He shrugged. “I focused on the family business for most of my life.” He didn’t think now was the time to tell her he was a widower. Though she had shared her own trauma, so maybe it was. “My wife died quite suddenly soon after we were married. Dating again always seemed to be dishonoring her memory.”

“I’m sorry..but I’m sure it’s not a dishonor. The heart moves on and the body has needs. If you love someone, you have to be willing to let them go some day.”

“You are right.” Iroh said with a nod. Could he explain his other reason for hesitating to date without revealing too much about his work? “It’s difficult to get out of old habits, and being alone is one I picked up far too readily.”

“I get you. It’s an easy habit to pick up. I get into a rut, and a routine. Things like this break the routine up.” She smiled at him, almost reassuringly.

“I am grateful for that. We will have to make a habit of this.” He hoped.

She tilted her head. “Every Thursday?”

“Yes, with the option for more meetings if we’re both in the mood.” He smiled at her, chuckling. He liked that she was willing to be in control, to direct things. “Next time we’ll go shooting, I do want to see how good you really are.”

“Is that a promise? I thought you planned to show of your skill tonight.” She was openly flirting now, one wing tip reaching over to stroke his shoulder.

Iroh chuckled. “It depends on what kind of skills you want to see. I suppose I could find some way to amuse you for the evening.” He stroked a hand down her wing, wondering if she could feel sensation through the covering like her own skin.

It was there. Dulled, but there. Kerrigan closed her eyes, torn between revulsion and arousal. It was an interesting contrast of sensations.

Her face was strange, and Iroh wasn’t sure that was a good plan anymore. So he reached across to grab her hand. Which was of course when their food arrived. He withdrew his arm and sat up again. “I hope you enjoy dinner.”

“With you, I think I could enjoy just about anything.” Sarah dug in, with all the appetite of a soldier.

Iroh ate with a little more delicacy, but he also moved fast. The food was delicious, but the evening promised him greater delights. He wanted to get to that part of the evening quickly.

So did Sarah. She hadn’t had ‘that part of the evening’ in such a long time, and she didn’t know how her bodily changes were going to affect her.

Their plates were cleared away and Iroh stood, offering Sarah his arm. “Would you like to take me home and have another drink?” He asked with a chuckle.

“I’d like nothing better.” She stood and took his arm, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for making me feel normal.”

He smiled at the kiss. “You are extraordinary, but I am happy to treat you however you like.” He stroked her hand softly, and led the way back out to her car.

Sarah got into her car before she did something like take what she wanted. It was an unusual feeling, this desire to push Iroh against the car and have her way with him. It made her blush.

Iroh wouldn’t have minded a bit, but he slid into the car once she wa settled and impatiently waited to get back to his house. “There shouldn’t be much traffic.”

"Good,'I don't plan to go slow." Kerrigan grinned, her mind set now. Nerves evaporated, or maybe they'd never been there to begin with.

“I do appreciate a certain amount of speed.” Iroh replied with a chuckle. “Though not too much, sometimes the journey makes the destination better.”

She laughed, and rested a hand over his, slowing down. "I just want to get back."

Iroh chuckled, and looked down at his watch, to make a crack about the time. Looking at his arm reminded him of the fact that his entire body was covered in tattoos. If she knew anything about Japanese culture he’d be found out the moment he took his shirt off. His expression became serious. “I have something I must tell you, before you come in. It may change your mind, and I will respect that if it does.”

“You’re gay?” She pulled into a park and looked over at him.

Iroh stared for a minute. “Do I seem- No. I am not. I’m. . . a criminal.”

“I was pulling your..what?” She blinked at him. “Like..what? Insurance fraud.”

“It’s a bit deeper than that.” Iroh admitted. “A lot deeper, honestly.” Well, at least she didn’t think he was gay.

She turned the car off, and settled back. “Just talk. I’m not going to shoot you or anything.” She didn’t seem like she was at all scared of anything he might say.

“I’m a member of an organized crime syndicate.” A high ranking one, he did not say.

“...Like the mob? Really?” She looked at him more closely.

“Yes. The Yakuza, Japanese mafia.” He took a deep breath.

“That’s more than just movies?” She’d seen her share of them, but she’d never thought that they were real.

“It is.” He said with a nod. “I don’t think you’ll be in any danger unless we truly do make a habit of this. There are always enemies lurking and waiting for a sign of weakness.”

Eyes flashing, Kerrigan straightened, her wings stretching as far as they could in the car. “The last thing I am is weak.”

“No.” Iroh said, a smile on his face. “You are the strongest woman I have ever met, Sarah. Anyone who would make an enemy of you is a fool.”

“What do you do?” Kerrigan wanted to know what sort of things he did. What kind of people he hurt.

“I run nightclubs that distribute drugs. My businesses launder money for our company. I work against my brother’s larger excesses. I want to run an efficient business, and I feel that human suffering only makes things sticky. A drug user is harmed by their habit, but they can make the choice to quit. We also run a few chop shops, but we’re losing ground on that front.”

A thought occurred to Sarah, and she didn’t hesitate. “Anything with guns?”

“We don’t transport them for anyone’s use but our own.” Well, not intentionally, and not for long. “But if there is anything you want in that realm, I can give it to you with little trouble.”

“A Walther WA2000,” She replied, without any hesitation.

Iroh laughed. “I’ll have it gift wrapped and waiting for you Thursday.” Well, that went better than expected.

“It’s a ten-thousand dollar rifle,” Kerrigan replied, chuckling. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have anything to use it on.”

Iroh chuckled. “Let me spoil you a little. It’s been a long time since I bought gifts for a woman, I need to make up for lost time.”

“...that’s a hell of a first gift...” Sarah leaned in, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and hauling him in for a kiss. Her skin was warm, and the texture not quite normal, but it wasn’t rough.

Iroh enjoyed it intensely. He put his hands on her waist, kissing her passionately. He was certain he would like this relationship, no matter how long it lasted. Sarah was a hell of a woman.

There was the very real risk that Sarah’s wings would destroy the interior of the car if they kept this up. She wanted to keep it up. She wanted Iroh. Before it became too late for her.

Iroh didn’t want her to ruin her car. It was dark, he was rich, and they were in a park. He broke the kiss, smiling at Sarah, stroking her face with his thumb. “Let’s go for a walk. I know a few private spots in this park, and I think we could use the opportunity to stretch our legs.”

She nodded, and got out of the care with more grace than she thought she had. She felt like everything was buzzing. She was in a very good mood. Iroh was a dangerous man, and she liked dangerous men.

Iroh eagerly got out of the car, feeling much younger now than he had in years. He laughed a little, at them and the situation and the whole world. “Quickly, before we remember we’re adults.” He offered her his hand, grinning brightly at her.

“Never grow up, Iroh. Grown ups suck.” She took his hand and let him lead her. She felt like she could float. She wanted to float.

He laughed and led her, jogging a little, but making sure she could keep up. “It does, but tonight I remember what it is to be young again.”

“You aren’t that old, grandpa.” Sarah smiled as she teased him. She kept up easily, a spring in her step as they moved along. She was grinning like a fool.

Iroh was grinning too, as he led her to an area with denser trees. He wished he’d brought a blanket, but he would happily sacrifice his clothing to the cause. “I could be a grandfather, actually.” Lu Ten would be old enough to have children, if he’d survived.

“Pretty well preserved for a grandfather,” Kerrigan said, leaning in close to him.

He chuckled, kissing her thoroughly. He had a witty remark, but kissing her was much better than being clever.

Kerrigan would have to agree with that. Her arms wrapped around him and she deepened the kiss. The thrill of being out doors egged her on. Kerrigan takes what she wants. She wanted Iroh. This was very simple math.

Iroh’s hands stroked her back, looking for the zipper to her dress. It looked lovely on her, but he wanted to see what was underneath. He wanted to get to know her body intimately.

That made her nervous, but she helped him. Underneath she was nearly as much zerg as woman. Her form was still shapely, and her skin hadn’t yet turned completely purple and green, but it was clear she was no longer fully human.

He slid her dress off, exploring with his hands before his eyes. She felt wonderful under his hands, and he didn’t react negatively when he stepped back to look at her. “You’re not injured, are you?” He just wanted to be sure. His hands gently trailed over her hips.

“I’m healthy,” she replied. “Even if I look black and blue all over.” Kerrigan’s voice was a little breathy. She wondered if this was normal lust or some kind of zerg mating urge. She didn’t really care. She was pretty sure that zerg didn’t mate like mammals anyway.

His hands stroked up her body, cupping her breasts. Oh, he’d missed breasts a great deal, and Sarah’s were fantastic. “Good, I would hate to interrupt our date to take revenge.”

She closed her eyes, groaning and arching into his hands. “I’m sorry ahead of time if I have some kind of PTSD freak out.”

“I will understand. Please don’t kill me, I have important things to do tomorrow.” He smiled at her, his hand moving up to stroke her face. “But I would never hurt you, Sarah, or allow you to be hurt. I promise you this.”

Her wings thudded into the ground, the tips sinking in several inches. She didn’t want to risk losing control and ripping him to shreds. That wouldn’t be very romantic. She dangled in the air, her feet two inches off the ground. Completely at his mercy.

He stroked her body softly, reverently. He would make sure she was comfortable, that she enjoyed herself. He took off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. “If you stay upright that that, I don’t want you to get chilled.” He had to stand on his toes to kiss her now, but that put her butt at exactly the right height for him to stroke it, so he was going to call this a win.



Kerrigan laughed, her voice echoey. It gave the moans she was letting out an odd, surreal quality, as though several Kerrigans were all moaning at once.

He appreciated that. It was unique and impressive. He slid his hands around to stroke her belly. He kissed her throat and chest, still moving slowly and with great care. He wanted her to know she meant more to him than sex, though how much he was not yet sure.

It reminded her that she was human, which was a damn sight better than the heebie jeebies she was getting. It wasn’t Iroh’s fault, and she couldn’t be angry with him for it. She focused on how good it felt.

Iroh kissed and nibbled at her breasts, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy for a moment. He slowly slid a finger between those lips, just teasing her for now, to see if she was wet.

Part of Kerrigan was glad she still had one, before all thought ceased. She wrapped her arms around Iroh’s shoulders, pressing her lips into the top if his head as she lifted both of her legs to wrap around him. “Iroh....”

He groaned softly, stroking her legs softly. “You are a beautiful woman, Sarah.” He took his pants off, already eager to have his way with her. He hoped he wouldn’t need a step stool to do this, it would be embarrassing to admit to being too short. He stroked her lovingly and lined up, relieved that she seemed to be at the perfect height. He moved slowly, with great care, hoping it would not bring up bad memories.

It was the first thing that wasn’t battery run between her legs since the assault, and she clung to him, kissing hard and a little frantically at first.

He kissed her back, holding her hips steady as he moved in her, very slowly at first. She could stand a little torment if she was enjoying herself, and he was greatly enjoying the way she felt. He’d forgotten, over the years, how truly wonderful a woman’s body felt.

“God...” She kissed him again, then tucked her face into Iroh’s shoulder. She rocked against him, liking how her wings were helping. It felt like she had a great deal of control.

He slid his hands up her body, wrapping his arms around her waist as he began to increase his pace. His breathing was heavy in her ear, and he tucked his head into her neck as well. “You’re so hot.” And gloriously wet and everything that was right in the world.

She laughed, a deep, throaty and happy sound. “Your bed talk is rusty.” She moved her head, catching Iroh’s lips with her own, biting and chewing on them lightly.

“You’re lucky I remember how to do this at all.” Iroh said with a chuckle. He kissed her again, because his mouth could be doing better things.

Groaning, she clenched around him. Kerrigan did kegels, and there were probably bodily changes that gave her more control. Either way, she was going to use it to drive the man insane.

It wasn’t a long trip. Iroh wasn’t trying for style or ability anymore, he was just trying to hang on. He wanted her to enjoy this, he wanted to feel her reach her peak before he got to his. His thrusts became more urgent, and he reached down to tease Sarah’s clit as well, not above cheating to get what he wanted.

There were worse ways to cheat, and his efforts were appreciated not just physically, but emotionally as well. Kerrigan tilted her head back, breaking the kiss to tell him in no uncertain terms what she thought about that. Her body rocked and shudder as she hit that peak.

He silently thanked whatever benevolent deity had heard his prayers before letting go as well. It was probably the most intense climax of his life, and it seemed to last forever. He held on to Sarah for stability after he came, chuckling softly.

Groaning, she rested her head on his shoulder to catch her breath, and nuzzled him. “That .... that was good.” Her head swam in a very pleasant way, and she laughed softly.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have never felt better in my life.” He kissed her neck softly, slowly disentangling from her arms. He bent down and helped her back into her dress, still touching her softly, reverently. “You are an amazing woman.”

She kissed him, slowly and sensuously. "And you're an amazing man. I feel human again."

The kiss was delicious. He held her for a moment after it broke, just drinking in the sensations of her body against his. “I’m glad. We should get back, I owe you a drink, still.” He stroked her face, sad that he would have to stop touching her for a little bit.

"Okay..." As long as they didn't have to part company too soon.