Unity: Defiance - Epilogue
Here is the final part of Unity: Defiance. Thank you so much for reading, and Unity will resume its regular schedule... sometime? I'm finishing the story, damnit.
Title: Unity: Defiance
Part: Epilogue
Word Count: 1,231 (of this part); Fic total: 27,357
Includes: Mild angst, but mostly, and most importantly: porn.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: Jaina, being finished with all her work for the moment, goes to Orgrimmar for play.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Sidestory: Linguistics
13 14 15 16 17 18
Sidestory: Defiance - 1 2 3 4 5
Jaina inhaled, drawing in the scents of Orgrimmar. While not her home, Orgrimmar filled her with warmth. She had missed attending the Harvest Festival with Thrall, but the Festival would continue in one way or another until the first weeks of Winter.
This is what prosperity smells like, Jaina thought happily, and headed towards Grommash Hold. The Kor’Kron nodded to her as she passed, unsurprised to find her inside the city. She smiled at them brightly, and even waved at one of them, a stern, grey-eyed female Kor’Kron.
There she is, Jaina thought with satisfaction. I’ll have to tell Thrall I know at some point soon, I just... “Is the Warchief in residence?” she asked.
“He has recently returned from the Echo Isles,” the woman replied evenly. “He is resting. Do you require a meeting with him?”
“Yes,” Jaina replied. “A private one.”
She nodded again, gesturing Jaina onward. Jaina nodded back, and forced herself not to dash towards Thrall’s private quarters. She knocked lightly, then more firmly.
“Yes? Come in,” Thrall said, and the sound of his rumbling voice made her shiver.
I missed him more than I realized, I think, Jaina thought as she opened the door, and closed it behind her. It wasn’t as though it was an unusual feeling for her; Thrall’s voice was deep, resonant, and it comforted her to hear it, as did his appearance: he was wearing simple trousers, and there were fading marks on his skin, most of which were paint, but some were freshly healed cuts. “Did something happen when I was gone?”
“Jaina!” Thrall turned, startled, though he smiled brightly, warmth in his sky blue eyes. He opened his arms to her, and she threw herself into them, embracing him eagerly. As he kissed her, she inhaled. Orcs had a strong scent, she knew this intimately, and she loved the way Thrall smelled: faintly of sweat, of dust, of his frostwolf. Of... orc, though she had it on good authority that some orcs, more arrogant and less careful than Thrall, positively reeked.
I don’t need him to smell any other way, she thought, running her hands through his hair. He ran his hands down her back, and every part of her that he touched tingled. She made a soft noise against his lips, and he paused only briefly. “I wanted to ask about your journey, but first, do you want to have sex?” There was an eagerness in his gaze and touch that belied the very calm way he asked it of her. In reply, Jaina pushed herself against his body, and he groaned softly.
“Yes, Thrall. I do.”
He smiled again, and drew her towards the bed, sitting down. Jaina straddled one of his legs and kissed him, running her hands over his chest. She was gentle with the cuts, and reverent of his scars. In return, Thrall’s touch was gentle as he unfastened the sash of her robes, dropping it on the floor. She shrugged her robes off, and he cupped one of her breasts in his large, warm hand, nuzzling the soft flesh as the other hand unfastened her breastband, sending it tumbling after her robes. Her breath hitched as he suckled her nipple, and she rode his thigh a little higher, moving against him. She let her hand rest on his shoulder, pushing lightly.
Thrall let himself be pushed back onto the bed, and she kicked the rest of her clothing free. He shifted to lie on the bed, and Jaina paused to admire him: his bright green skin, his muscled arms, stomach and torso... that kind smile, the eagerness in his eyes. Briefly, she felt a pang of worry, that that look, the look he gave her would belong to another.
Don’t borrow trouble, he obviously still wants you now, she chided herself. She ran her hands down his stomach and undid the ties of his trousers, tugging them down and free. Evidence of how much he wanted her was already apparent, and she smiled, bringing her hands down to cup and stroke him. Thrall groaned, and ran a hand along her stomach, then down between her thighs. Her breath hitched. She could see his nose twitch as her own desire hit him.
Never unenthusiastic while in bed with her lover, Jaina felt as though her skin was aflame with desire, and even as she moved eagerly against his fingers, she wondered at the feeling. Is it all that talk with Alexstrasza that’s made me so needy? Is it having to deal with Varian that makes me long for my lover’s touch? I’m overanalyzing.
With a thought, she summoned oil, and redoubled her efforts to stroke him. Thrall’s hips bucked, he murmured her name as he pushed a finger into her. She let out a long, low moan.
“Yes...” She moved her hips into the touch. “Thrall...”
“It feels like it’s been too long,” he panted, and guided her to him. He removed his finger from inside her, tracing her clit on the way out. She smiled at his obvious teasing, and pushed herself onto him. She couldn’t help but remember that first time. They’d been cautious. Time had shown what they could and couldn’t do, but this position was still her favourite, riding him like the swelling tide.
Thrall liked it too, if his gentle, deep thrusts were any indication, and the way his hands moved along her back, and then to her chest, squeezing and stroking. The pinch of his nails was just right, and so was the movement of muscle under skin.
I could do this forever, Jaina thought as they moved together, admiring the way his skin looked against hers. He increased his pace marginally and she moaned. Maybe not forever... She took his hands in hers and he smiled, letting her ease one hand back to the mattress, then the other. Like this, he was pinned, with only Jaina to hold him down, and...
Is this a metaphor for what we have? she wondered, even as she matched his pace. She bent down, kissing his nose. As she ghosted her lips over his eyes, her body shifted foward. The angle of his hips changed, his next thrust striking her deeply. She moaned. Am I what’s holding him back from finding another mate? What will our future be like?
“Jaina...” Thrall cried out urgently. “I...”
“I’m here,” she said immediately, and arched her hips into his next thrust. “Yes... yes...”
Thrall could not touch her to urge her on, and there was something thrilling in his desire to try, his pinned strength under her. That brought her the rest of the way as she orgasmed, moving with Thrall as she felt his release. They slowed eventually, and she released his hands, easing herself down to lay against his warm, sweaty chest. His scent was strongest just after sex, and she rubbed her nose against him, wrinkling it from the wetness even as she enjoyed the smell.
“Jaina, I...” Thrall began, panting. She wiggled against him and kissed his ear.
“Yes, Thrall?” she whispered. He smiled, and turned his head to kiss her deeply, saying nothing more. She settled against his side, leaving talk of their respective adventures for later.
I love you, she thought, keeping an arm around him snugly. I will love you even when you leave me. The sentiment made her sad, and she closed her eyes. So long as it’s not right now.
Thrall murmured, and the lights flickered out, leaving them in warm, intimate darkness.
End
Onto Chapter 19 of Unity.
Title: Unity: Defiance
Part: Epilogue
Word Count: 1,231 (of this part); Fic total: 27,357
Includes: Mild angst, but mostly, and most importantly: porn.
Pairings: Thrall/Jaina
Summary: Jaina, being finished with all her work for the moment, goes to Orgrimmar for play.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Sidestory: Linguistics
13 14 15 16 17 18
Sidestory: Defiance - 1 2 3 4 5
Jaina inhaled, drawing in the scents of Orgrimmar. While not her home, Orgrimmar filled her with warmth. She had missed attending the Harvest Festival with Thrall, but the Festival would continue in one way or another until the first weeks of Winter.
This is what prosperity smells like, Jaina thought happily, and headed towards Grommash Hold. The Kor’Kron nodded to her as she passed, unsurprised to find her inside the city. She smiled at them brightly, and even waved at one of them, a stern, grey-eyed female Kor’Kron.
There she is, Jaina thought with satisfaction. I’ll have to tell Thrall I know at some point soon, I just... “Is the Warchief in residence?” she asked.
“He has recently returned from the Echo Isles,” the woman replied evenly. “He is resting. Do you require a meeting with him?”
“Yes,” Jaina replied. “A private one.”
She nodded again, gesturing Jaina onward. Jaina nodded back, and forced herself not to dash towards Thrall’s private quarters. She knocked lightly, then more firmly.
“Yes? Come in,” Thrall said, and the sound of his rumbling voice made her shiver.
I missed him more than I realized, I think, Jaina thought as she opened the door, and closed it behind her. It wasn’t as though it was an unusual feeling for her; Thrall’s voice was deep, resonant, and it comforted her to hear it, as did his appearance: he was wearing simple trousers, and there were fading marks on his skin, most of which were paint, but some were freshly healed cuts. “Did something happen when I was gone?”
“Jaina!” Thrall turned, startled, though he smiled brightly, warmth in his sky blue eyes. He opened his arms to her, and she threw herself into them, embracing him eagerly. As he kissed her, she inhaled. Orcs had a strong scent, she knew this intimately, and she loved the way Thrall smelled: faintly of sweat, of dust, of his frostwolf. Of... orc, though she had it on good authority that some orcs, more arrogant and less careful than Thrall, positively reeked.
I don’t need him to smell any other way, she thought, running her hands through his hair. He ran his hands down her back, and every part of her that he touched tingled. She made a soft noise against his lips, and he paused only briefly. “I wanted to ask about your journey, but first, do you want to have sex?” There was an eagerness in his gaze and touch that belied the very calm way he asked it of her. In reply, Jaina pushed herself against his body, and he groaned softly.
“Yes, Thrall. I do.”
He smiled again, and drew her towards the bed, sitting down. Jaina straddled one of his legs and kissed him, running her hands over his chest. She was gentle with the cuts, and reverent of his scars. In return, Thrall’s touch was gentle as he unfastened the sash of her robes, dropping it on the floor. She shrugged her robes off, and he cupped one of her breasts in his large, warm hand, nuzzling the soft flesh as the other hand unfastened her breastband, sending it tumbling after her robes. Her breath hitched as he suckled her nipple, and she rode his thigh a little higher, moving against him. She let her hand rest on his shoulder, pushing lightly.
Thrall let himself be pushed back onto the bed, and she kicked the rest of her clothing free. He shifted to lie on the bed, and Jaina paused to admire him: his bright green skin, his muscled arms, stomach and torso... that kind smile, the eagerness in his eyes. Briefly, she felt a pang of worry, that that look, the look he gave her would belong to another.
Don’t borrow trouble, he obviously still wants you now, she chided herself. She ran her hands down his stomach and undid the ties of his trousers, tugging them down and free. Evidence of how much he wanted her was already apparent, and she smiled, bringing her hands down to cup and stroke him. Thrall groaned, and ran a hand along her stomach, then down between her thighs. Her breath hitched. She could see his nose twitch as her own desire hit him.
Never unenthusiastic while in bed with her lover, Jaina felt as though her skin was aflame with desire, and even as she moved eagerly against his fingers, she wondered at the feeling. Is it all that talk with Alexstrasza that’s made me so needy? Is it having to deal with Varian that makes me long for my lover’s touch? I’m overanalyzing.
With a thought, she summoned oil, and redoubled her efforts to stroke him. Thrall’s hips bucked, he murmured her name as he pushed a finger into her. She let out a long, low moan.
“Yes...” She moved her hips into the touch. “Thrall...”
“It feels like it’s been too long,” he panted, and guided her to him. He removed his finger from inside her, tracing her clit on the way out. She smiled at his obvious teasing, and pushed herself onto him. She couldn’t help but remember that first time. They’d been cautious. Time had shown what they could and couldn’t do, but this position was still her favourite, riding him like the swelling tide.
Thrall liked it too, if his gentle, deep thrusts were any indication, and the way his hands moved along her back, and then to her chest, squeezing and stroking. The pinch of his nails was just right, and so was the movement of muscle under skin.
I could do this forever, Jaina thought as they moved together, admiring the way his skin looked against hers. He increased his pace marginally and she moaned. Maybe not forever... She took his hands in hers and he smiled, letting her ease one hand back to the mattress, then the other. Like this, he was pinned, with only Jaina to hold him down, and...
Is this a metaphor for what we have? she wondered, even as she matched his pace. She bent down, kissing his nose. As she ghosted her lips over his eyes, her body shifted foward. The angle of his hips changed, his next thrust striking her deeply. She moaned. Am I what’s holding him back from finding another mate? What will our future be like?
“Jaina...” Thrall cried out urgently. “I...”
“I’m here,” she said immediately, and arched her hips into his next thrust. “Yes... yes...”
Thrall could not touch her to urge her on, and there was something thrilling in his desire to try, his pinned strength under her. That brought her the rest of the way as she orgasmed, moving with Thrall as she felt his release. They slowed eventually, and she released his hands, easing herself down to lay against his warm, sweaty chest. His scent was strongest just after sex, and she rubbed her nose against him, wrinkling it from the wetness even as she enjoyed the smell.
“Jaina, I...” Thrall began, panting. She wiggled against him and kissed his ear.
“Yes, Thrall?” she whispered. He smiled, and turned his head to kiss her deeply, saying nothing more. She settled against his side, leaving talk of their respective adventures for later.
I love you, she thought, keeping an arm around him snugly. I will love you even when you leave me. The sentiment made her sad, and she closed her eyes. So long as it’s not right now.
Thrall murmured, and the lights flickered out, leaving them in warm, intimate darkness.
End
Onto Chapter 19 of Unity.