Unity - Sidestory: Linguistics
This was finished a while ago, and it occurred to me that I really should post it. The next Unity chapter is coming slowly. I'll try and work on it more when I get a proper idea of where it's going. Meanwhile, enjoy!
Title: Unity - Sidestory: Linguistics
Part: 12.5 of 18-21
Word Count: 737 (of this part)
Warnings: Orc/human, oral sex, het. Bad pun.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: The morning after Lover's Day, Jaina has something of an unusual request for Thrall.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
"Thrall?"
Jaina's voice was soft in the low light of dawn. Thrall shifted, his hand moving slightly. "Are you uncomfortable?" Thrall asked in reply, equally quiet.
"No," Jaina said, and her tone was tinged with embarrassment. "I just... there was something I wanted to know."
"Anything, Jaina," Thrall replied, and winced. His recent revelation had made him incautious, but still... Jaina would never ask anything of me that would be a strain or a burden. I'm being paranoid.
"When we're together... we always speak the common Human tongue," Jaina said, and traced her finger along his chest. "Why don't you speak orcish with me? I know it, though I'm not very... good with it."
Thrall blinked. That wasn't quite the question I was expecting. "I thought you'd be more comfortable with it, and you help me keep up language skills," he replied gently, and his thumb moved to her cheek. He felt her smile in the darkness. "Do you want me to speak orcish?"
"I... yes," Jaina said, and he could feel the warmth of her cheek under his palm. "I like how it sounds."
"Like this?" Thrall said, slipping into the tongue of his people. "I didn't know that's what you wanted. I hope you're not upset."
Jaina shifted against him, to his surprise. "I'm not upset," she responded, though her orcish was clumsy, coming from softer, gentler lips and throat. He liked how it sounded. "I just wanted to know."
Thrall shifted, gently nudging Jaina onto her back. "Now I have told you," Thrall rumbled, and was pleased by the slight shiver he felt under his hands. "Jaina... how much do you like hearing me speak orcish?"
"A great deal," Jaina admitted, and made a soft noise as Thrall's hand moved to cup her breast, and thumbed over the still-sensitive nipple. "Oh..."
"I didn't realize," Thrall replied, and rolled the pink nub between his fingers. "I'll have to do it more often." He bent to take the other nipple into his mouth, and she moaned, her hands moving to stroke his hair, and his back.
"I'd like that..." Jaina managed, sounding less convincing with her orcish, and Thrall felt himself stir. While she didn't quite have the same sound to her as an orcish woman, there was something about it...
Perhaps because she's trying, or perhaps I find a certain amount of appeal to my people's native language as well, Thrall thought, his lips moving down along her stomach. The teeth in his lower jaw scraped against her skin lightly, and about to apologize, he felt her writhe instead. Interesting. "Jaina," he murmured against his stomach. "Does this please you?"
"Y-yes, it does," Jaina replied, and he could feel her breathing become more rapid. "Thrall..."
"Your skin is more tender, I'll need to be very careful," Thrall commented. Jaina's legs opened wide, moving to accommodate him. Thrall bent his head, and let his tongue flick against the human sorceress' entrance.
"Thrall!" she called out, and he felt her grip at his shoulders. He smiled, and did it again, drawing it out. He moved his hand, using them to cup her, and protect her from his teeth, finding the angle slightly awkward, but worthwhile.
If she moves too much, she'll cut herself, Thrall thought. I can't have that. He shifted his tongue to move over her clit, and Jaina moaned. He pushed a finger into her, and licked at the same time, and when her hips bucked, it was only against the digit, and not against his teeth. Excellent.
Thrall's tongue and finger worked in tandem while Jaina writhed, and words spilled from her lips, some in Common, some in Orcish, and some in the elven tongues, Thalassian and Darnassian. Against her, between licks, Thrall murmured praise in Orcish, which only caused her to buck harder against his finger, and he could feel the shiver of delight that went through her with each word.
He thrust a little more firmly. "Jaina Proudmoore, you are the finest ally and mate I could ever--"
"Thrall! Thrall!" Jaina cried, and he felt her release. His finger kept moving, working her through it, but moved to kiss her knee, and then her stomach while she moaned in delight.
"Was that enough talking?" Thrall asked softly, coming up to kiss her again, and with one hand, she stroked at his cheek. Despite the darkness, he knew she was smiling, and that her eyes sparkled.
"Why... Warchief..." Jaina managed, lapsing back into Common. "I had no idea that you were such a cunning linguist."
End
Chapter 13
Title: Unity - Sidestory: Linguistics
Part: 12.5 of 18-21
Word Count: 737 (of this part)
Warnings: Orc/human, oral sex, het. Bad pun.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: The morning after Lover's Day, Jaina has something of an unusual request for Thrall.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
"Thrall?"
Jaina's voice was soft in the low light of dawn. Thrall shifted, his hand moving slightly. "Are you uncomfortable?" Thrall asked in reply, equally quiet.
"No," Jaina said, and her tone was tinged with embarrassment. "I just... there was something I wanted to know."
"Anything, Jaina," Thrall replied, and winced. His recent revelation had made him incautious, but still... Jaina would never ask anything of me that would be a strain or a burden. I'm being paranoid.
"When we're together... we always speak the common Human tongue," Jaina said, and traced her finger along his chest. "Why don't you speak orcish with me? I know it, though I'm not very... good with it."
Thrall blinked. That wasn't quite the question I was expecting. "I thought you'd be more comfortable with it, and you help me keep up language skills," he replied gently, and his thumb moved to her cheek. He felt her smile in the darkness. "Do you want me to speak orcish?"
"I... yes," Jaina said, and he could feel the warmth of her cheek under his palm. "I like how it sounds."
"Like this?" Thrall said, slipping into the tongue of his people. "I didn't know that's what you wanted. I hope you're not upset."
Jaina shifted against him, to his surprise. "I'm not upset," she responded, though her orcish was clumsy, coming from softer, gentler lips and throat. He liked how it sounded. "I just wanted to know."
Thrall shifted, gently nudging Jaina onto her back. "Now I have told you," Thrall rumbled, and was pleased by the slight shiver he felt under his hands. "Jaina... how much do you like hearing me speak orcish?"
"A great deal," Jaina admitted, and made a soft noise as Thrall's hand moved to cup her breast, and thumbed over the still-sensitive nipple. "Oh..."
"I didn't realize," Thrall replied, and rolled the pink nub between his fingers. "I'll have to do it more often." He bent to take the other nipple into his mouth, and she moaned, her hands moving to stroke his hair, and his back.
"I'd like that..." Jaina managed, sounding less convincing with her orcish, and Thrall felt himself stir. While she didn't quite have the same sound to her as an orcish woman, there was something about it...
Perhaps because she's trying, or perhaps I find a certain amount of appeal to my people's native language as well, Thrall thought, his lips moving down along her stomach. The teeth in his lower jaw scraped against her skin lightly, and about to apologize, he felt her writhe instead. Interesting. "Jaina," he murmured against his stomach. "Does this please you?"
"Y-yes, it does," Jaina replied, and he could feel her breathing become more rapid. "Thrall..."
"Your skin is more tender, I'll need to be very careful," Thrall commented. Jaina's legs opened wide, moving to accommodate him. Thrall bent his head, and let his tongue flick against the human sorceress' entrance.
"Thrall!" she called out, and he felt her grip at his shoulders. He smiled, and did it again, drawing it out. He moved his hand, using them to cup her, and protect her from his teeth, finding the angle slightly awkward, but worthwhile.
If she moves too much, she'll cut herself, Thrall thought. I can't have that. He shifted his tongue to move over her clit, and Jaina moaned. He pushed a finger into her, and licked at the same time, and when her hips bucked, it was only against the digit, and not against his teeth. Excellent.
Thrall's tongue and finger worked in tandem while Jaina writhed, and words spilled from her lips, some in Common, some in Orcish, and some in the elven tongues, Thalassian and Darnassian. Against her, between licks, Thrall murmured praise in Orcish, which only caused her to buck harder against his finger, and he could feel the shiver of delight that went through her with each word.
He thrust a little more firmly. "Jaina Proudmoore, you are the finest ally and mate I could ever--"
"Thrall! Thrall!" Jaina cried, and he felt her release. His finger kept moving, working her through it, but moved to kiss her knee, and then her stomach while she moaned in delight.
"Was that enough talking?" Thrall asked softly, coming up to kiss her again, and with one hand, she stroked at his cheek. Despite the darkness, he knew she was smiling, and that her eyes sparkled.
"Why... Warchief..." Jaina managed, lapsing back into Common. "I had no idea that you were such a cunning linguist."
End
Chapter 13