An Unexpected Encounter

Both you and Nightwing can practically taste the sexual tension.

As you sit in the tent, you both look into each others eyes. Without a word, you both start to undress each other.

Your hands shoot to the knots on the back of her shirt, and she immediately starts to pull up your own shirt.

"We're going all the way tonight," Nightwing informs you.

"Yes, ma'am."

She grins at you, and you both practically smash your lips into one another's.

You begin to undo your pants. "We're going to have to go slow," you gently inform her. "I don't know if you have a hymen, but I don't want to risk hurting you."

Her hungry gaze softens a bit in gratitude and affection. You reach down to help her undo her pants.

"-looks like there's a clearing just past the tree line. We could set up camp there."

You and Nightwing freeze. You both wordlessly begin to scramble to get your clothes back on.

"Looks like somebody's already set up camp here," you hear someone say.

"So long as they don't disturb my work, I do not care."

That voice...an Elf? Whoever it is, they definitely have the accent for it.

"Want me to see who they are?"

"Like I said, I do not care."

You hear some mumbling, and footsteps. They come quite close to your tent, and you hear the Elf groan.

"You, in the tent. Come out here."

Nightwing tugs on your sleeve, getting your attention. "Should we kill them?"

You stare at Nightwing. "What the fuck - no!" You shake your head incredulously. "Just stay here. I'll talk to whoever is out there."

"If they threaten you, I'll eat them."

"Awww, that's so romantic!"

She scowls at you. "Just do your job."

"Whoever's in there, could you please come out?" The other, seemingly more reasonable, person asks. "We don't want any trouble - just want to talk."

"Be right out!" You place a reassuring hand on Nightwing's shoulder, before stepping out of the tent.

You're careful to quickly seal it behind you, so that whoever is out there doesn’t see Nightwing. The last thing you need is some embellished story about a monster in the woods getting to the city before you...

You're greeted by a human and an elf, both of them women. What catches your eye is that the elf appears to have an arm made of metal. You've seen a few Elves with metallic limbs, but never this close before.

"Hi," you say lamely, struggling to restrain your excitement at seeing the arm.

The Elf scoffs dismissively. "Yes, hello - you have to move your tent."

You grimace, slightly irritated. "And why is that?"

"I cannot trust you and your companion not to interfere with my instruments."

"Couldn't you just take your readings somewhere else?"

"I most certainly can not! We have travelled far, and our horse can not go much further tonight." She seems to put extra stank on the word horse, as though she despises horses as a mode of transportation.

"Look, I promise we won't go anywhere near your instruments - unlike some of the schmucks in these parts, I actually respect the sciences."

Her expression seems to soften for a moment, before going back to stony and calculating. "Ensure that you do not. I will not be held responsible for any injuries your incur. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must retrieve my equipment."

"Would you like some help?" You offer, curious to see what she's working with.

"This is delicate equipment! I won't have some ape destroying it with his cock-addled mind."

You can't help but notice the snickering that comes from the tent behind you.

"If you insist." You shrug.

With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, without so much as a second glance your way.

"Sorry about her..." The young woman accompanying her approaches you. "I'm Roberta. Nice to meet you."

You shake her hand, introducing yourself in turn.

You shrug. "Eh, it's fine. I'm just glad I didn't have to move the tent..."

"I dunno about that - she can get quite loud."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the Elf returning, carrying a large crate using only her metallic arm. Deciding to have a bit of fun with it, you respond loudly enough for her to hear.

"Oh, don't worry - we can be quite loud, as well."

"Ohhh, no - no, no, no! If you're going to be fucking in that tent, then you will absolutely have to move!"

Ah, shit.

The Elf drops the crate down, albeit carefully, and stomps over.

"I'll drag your little friend out of there if I have to."

"That is not a good idea," you protest, stepping in her way. You wish you knew how to be threatening.

"Shut up, human." She pushes you aside with her metallic arm. You fall to the ground with a grunt of pain, and you can immediately feel the shift in the atmosphere. You fearfully glance at the tent, which the Elf is now getting quite close to. You barely register as Roberta kneels by you, chastising the elf.

"Wait-!"

Before you can stop her, the elf unzips the front of the tent. "Come out here, before I...drag.......you........"

Her words fail her as Nightwing steps out, her full height of six feet seeming to tower over the elf, despite there being only about a foot in difference.

"You were saying?" Nightwing scowls down at the elf. "How about I drag you instead, leaving fragments of your shattered body for the beasts of the night to feed upon?"

"Holy fuck," Roberta breathes.

You have to admit, Nightwing really knows how to make an entrance.

"You...you...you..." The elf seems to be at a loss for words.

"Come now, speak your mind," Nightwing growls. "You had no problem with it earlier. Or has your arrogance caught up with you?"