Title : The Ambassador

Author : KailaRosa

Pairing : Own Female Character / Garrosh Hellscream

Story Rated : R

Chapter Rated : T-Rated

Disclaimer : I do not own any material from Blizzard Entertainment, except my High Priestess Rosalyne, and sadly, I do not own Garrosh Hellscream :(. Everything is the property of Blizzard. Most of the character in the story are from the lore, except Rosalyne, Kol'kar, Vicarus and Aleeria who will have an appearance in the recap memories. Please, do not use any character, unless asking. Both me and Scarlett are very protective of our babies. Thank you!

A/N : So the inevitable happened! If you didn't like and decided that Orcs and Draenei can't actually... Hmm, well have some quality time together :P Well you skipped to that chapter! Garrosh and Rosalyne are heading back along with the Kor'kron guards to Warsong Hold. The Priestess says her goodbye to the Death Knight for good. Poor little Koltira :( This is the ending of the Ambassador. The Old Times follows the story, and will be posted once LinnScarlett is done Beta'ing my first version of the story! I hope you enjoyed The Ambassador as much as I enjoyed writing it! And that now, you don't hate Garrosh as before... At least, I don't. Hellscream's eyes are upon you! *bow*

Epilogue – Leaving the Vault, Welcome Back Home

The Orc was working on his Wyvern's saddle when Rosalyne finally showed up. She walked out of the room they shared all night, all fresh and looking perfect. She smiled at him, her hands reaching for his arm as she got to him. Garrosh looked at her face and how her hair were all pulled up, showing off her neckline, the way he liked it. He could still see the marks he left the night before on her skin.

"Do I have time to say goodbye to Koltira?" The Priestess asked, her hand playing with his armor.

Garrosh looked at her with a possessive glance. His arm reached for her waist and she gasped as he pulled her against him. His lips reached for hers, and the Draenei couldn't help but reciprocate the kiss. Such display of affection was incredible, she loved it. It was better then listening to him insult her. He let go of her and looked in her eyes.

"I'm tempted to say no. I don't like it when he's alone with you." Growled the Orc against her lips.

"I promise he will keep his distance. Not one step close of me. Or, I'll make him regret it." Rosalyne said, her hand reaching for his face, fingers tracing his lips. "I'll be back shortly Garrosh."

He loved the way she said his name with that tone. The Orc nodded and let go of her waist reluctantly. The Priestess walked back in direction of the rooms, knowing that her mate was certainly looking at her leave. He smiled as he observed her hobbling gait. They had been coupling all night and barely had gotten hours of sleep but he didn't care. She certainly didn't mind either, but her whole body had looked spent as she had woken up this morning. Rosalyne was walking closer of Koltira's door when it opened, the Death Knight coming out of it. She stopped in her track, looking at him. He looked up and stopped in his track, remembering the warning Garrosh gave him. They stared at each other without a word.

"We are leaving." Said Rosalyne after a moment, breaking the silence.

He blinked, observing that the Priestess looked totally different and he somehow knew that something happened during that night. A frown covered his beautiful Blood Elf face. "Rosa, you look different."

She frowned at his words. That couldn't be -that- visible, could it? Straightening her back, the Priestess cough slightly. "I don't know what you're implying."

Koltira sighed and looked behind her. The Orc was watching him in the distance. His eyes weren't fixed on her, but him. Without taking his eyes off Garrosh, the Blood Elf talked to the woman in front of him. "I'm really sorry to see you go, I hope you enjoyed your stay here. It's not like I wish you were leaving but I think Garrosh is going to be mad if you don't." He waited for a second and sighed. "I don't wish to get in a fight with him."

Rosalyne turned and looked at the Orc. She had a serene look in her eyes and that didn't surprised Koltira. So, his suspicions were true. Something happened last night, between these two. The Priestess turned around and looked at him in the eyes, her hands together, her face serious.

"Unless I tell him to, Garrosh will not touch you. He promised." Stated the woman, her voice mostly affectionate as she pronounced his name. "It has been a pleasure to travel in Icecrown with you. We thank you for your hospitality in the Shadow Vault, but we must depart to Borean Tundra."

"It was nothing. Have a good great voyage back home." Koltira said, his voice obviously sad. He didn't say anything else, waiting for her to leave.

The awkwardness of the situation was unbearable. Rosalyne turned around walked toward the Orc. At each step she took away from him, he could see her get out of his life. Well, he could at least remember that kiss they shared last night.

The Orc looked at her walk back to him, his eyes softening as she got closer, smiling at him. Garrosh mounted up the Wyvern, then turned around and offered his hand to Rosalyne. She joined him, her arms languorously slipping around his waist. The Priestess sighed softly her pleasure as she pressed her cheek against his back. One of his hand took hold of her thigh and he brought up closer of him, so her breasts were on his back.

"Let's go now before I can't hold myself back." Garrosh growled, commanding the Wyvern to fly up.

Rosalyne smiled at his words but stayed silent. The rest of the crew followed not long after, keeping a safe distance with their leader. The Wyverns flew fast above the cold area of the Dragonblight. Although the region was covered with ice, the weather was less icy cold then Icecrown. Rosalyne looked at the Horde city, Agmar's Hammer, as they flew past it. She knew the place but never been there. They quickly passed by, the border of Borean Tundra appearing in front of them. The snow still covered the plains until the group flew above Taunka'Le Village. Rosalyne loved how the climate changed from one area to another. As they moved closer of Warsong Hold, the grass disappeared, leaving nothing but rocky hills and nerubian made holes. The Wyvern landed at the top of the giant Horde building as soon as they arrived where Wind Master To'bor welcome them. He handed over most of the Wyverns to Tohfo Skyhoof, the Wind Rider Keeper. They had a lot of work to do, the flying beasts looked tired. Garrosh leaded the path to the keep where Varok Saurfang stood talking with Magistrix Kaelana. Rosalyne stood beside him but she kept her distance. Both Orcs shook hands, exchanging greetings.

"It's good to see you back in shape, young Hellscream." Saurfang stated, relief obvious on his face. "The Hold hasn't stop since you left for Icecrown."

Garrosh nodded. As he suspected, a lot had happened in his absence. Rosalyne stayed quiet, her eyes looking at the two Orc discuss matters of army and changes around Warsong Hold's peon Village. She stood still, her ears catching words of how the Cult of the Damned had reinforcing their attacks and the Nerub'ar forces started pouring forth on the Warsong Offensive soldiers even more. However, even if she wanted to stay awake and participate in this meeting, she felt tired, weak still. She turned to Garrosh and put a hand on his arm. He looked at her, halting his discussion with Varok.

"I'm going to the library to relax, maybe read a book." Rosalyne said, smiling slightly, her voice low and soft.

The Mag'har nodded, keeping his eyes locked with her. She fought the urge to have any physical contact with him. The Priestess took a step back, then turned around to walk south, in direction of the library room. Before she could take a step away, Rosalyne felt a hand seized her by the arm. She yelped, her eyes widening, as Garrosh pulled her back to him. His other hand grabbed her by the waist as he leaned her against him, melting their lips together. The Draenei couldn't help the soft mewl of pleasure. It was a surprise she enjoyed a lot. The kiss ended and she came back to reality. Saurfang stood beside them, flabbergasted. His mind wasn't registering what just happened in front of his eyes right away.

Rosalyne cleared her throat, biting her lower lip. Her hand pat her lover's armor gently. "I'm going to the library now." She untangled herself from his grasp with reluctance, his hot skin burning through her clothes.

Garrosh smirked at her uneasiness, his eyes watching her exit the room, hypnotized by her hips' sway. He turned to Saurfang, who was still in shock.

"Since when..." Started the older Orc, pointing out in the direction where the Priestess had left.

"At the Vault. Yesterday." Garrosh said, not giving much more explanations.

Varok frowned, crossing his arms. "Her King won't like that." Saurfang looked at the younger Orc's face, amazed to see for the first time in so long a grin cover it.

"Well, she did." Replied Garrosh, unable to stop himself from laughing.

Covering his face with his hand, Saurfang groaned. "I didn't need to know that, Garrosh."

The brown-skin Orc shrugged, a grin still on his face. Both continued their talk as if nothing happened, although Garrosh really wished he had followed Rosalyne when she left for the Library.

The End!