Summary: finally...
Notes:
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Chapter TextJaina gasped trying to straighten her braid out, "Tyrande? What! Oh! Tyrande, Hi!"
Tyrande threw a quick smile in Jaina's direction, "Quaint."
Turning her gaze back to a now standing Sylvanas, brushing off the dust from her knees. "I need a word with both of you. In private." Tyrande stated coldly, Jaina threw Sylvanas a questioning arched eyebrow.
Sylvanas reached down and pulled Jaina up, "I haven't done anything Proudmoore. I haven't burned any trees this time. So, keep that smart-ass- mouth of yours zipped." Jaina threw her hands up in defeat and followed Sylvanas into the throne room.
Sylvanas sat on the throne and Jaina moved to stand beside her before Sylvanas reached out and tugged the back of her corset laces pulling her onto her lap, in front of Tyrande. Jaina froze and a pink blush crept into her cheeks. Jaina could see Tyrande's ears flicker in surprise, she raised one of her gracefully bushy eyebrows at her. Jaina gulped, feeling her face grow hot under Tyrande's accusing glare.
Jaina murmured into Sylvanas's hair, "Don't you think this is showing off now?" She knew they had to keep up appearances, but this was a little too much.
Sylvanas shrugged and looked smug and continued to stoke the back of Jaina's hair like she was a cat. Jaina even wanted to purr but wouldn't give Sylvanas the satisfaction. She heard Tyrande clear her throat, Jaina turned her attention to her. Sylvanas looked pleased with herself, like the cat that caught the canary. He red eyes gave Tyrande an expectant glow.
"I believe congratulations are in order." Sylvanas started, pointing to Tyrande's stomach. Jaina looked surprised and forgot Tyrande had been pregnant. In fact, she hadn't even been sent word on it. She looked in sudden realisation to Tyrande's flat stomach.
Tyrande folded her arms over her chest, "Cut the formality shit Windrunner. I'm here on business."
"So rude, and in the presence of my wife too. Your ally" Sylvanas drawled, Jaina could hear the distaste for Tyrande in her voice. She coloured at being dragged into the subject. As if sitting on Sylvanas's lap, trying not to relax into the gentle strokes of her hair wasn't enough of a distraction.
"If you could put your wife down for one second that would be fantastic." Tyrande growled, "It's about Thalyssra."
Jaina's head shot towards Tyrande at that and she slipped off Sylvanas's lap, Sylvanas's hand still gripping her hip as she leaned forward, "What of the First Arcanist?" Jaina asked, she had never been entirely close to Thalyssra but had enjoyed her conversations at counsel about all things mage and the arcane.
"Have you had strange disappearances Sylvanas? " Tyrande asked her curiously. Jaina looked at Sylvanas, tilting her head to the side expectantly.
Sylvanas tapped her nails on the throne, reluctantly growling out a "Yes." Avoiding Jaina's disapproving gaze.
"Mages turning up dead?" Tyrande asked, curious as to whether Jaina was playing dumb which was very unlike her. Sylvanas nodded and sighed heavily, "Your messages not reaching Anduin? " Sylvanas contemplated not providing an answer for a moment before she nodded again. Her grip tightening on Jaina.
Jaina coughed, "I'm sorry but I fail to see what this is about, plus what it has to do with the First Arcanist?"
Tyrande looked at Sylvanas, slightly surprised with the lift of her brows, "I'm surprised the Warchief has kept that secret from you Jaina. But at the same time, it is Sylvanas Windrunner so I'm not surprised neither should you be." Her folded arms tightened over her chest.
"Have you come to state your business or belittle me in front of my beloved, Tyrande?" Sylvanas bristled. Reminding her of where she was.
"Thalyssra is missing." Tyrande snapped, "Malfurion and me are beside ourselves with worry, she hasn't responded to any of our messages. I went to Surramar yesterday, not one of her subjects has seen her at all for the last few days." Tyrande shifted her weight, "I believe—"
"—That Jaina is next. " Sylvanas muttered, side glancing at Jaina and letting her eyes linger on the blushing mage.
"Jaina, have any of your messages, your letters been replied to by Anduin?" Tyrande asked.
Jaina shook her head, "No, in all honesty I've begun to worry."
"Jaina summon a portal to Stormwind, take me and Tyrande through it." Sylvanas commanded. Jaina gave Sylvanas a quick look of question. Sylvanas instantly understood, "I've commanded it Jaina." She flicked her hand Jaina's way, encouraging her to hurry up. Tyrande looked at Jaina, colouring herself in annoyance at how under Sylvanas's thumb she was.
As Jaina worked on summoning a portal to Stormwind she could hear the low whispers and hisses of Sylvanas and Tyrande. Trying to make her magic sound low as possible, she with twitching ears listened in carefully. Picking out what she could.
"No, I haven't told her!" Sylvanas hissed, "We have been having our own issues to deal with!"
"Well you better tell her soon Sylvanas!" Tyrande snapped harshly.
"I will tell her when you keep your nose out of our business!" Sylvanas retorted.
"Sylvanas, you can't keep her locked away in Orgrimmar forever!" Tyrande reasoned, "If anything, she is probably safer in Stormwind you fool!"
Sylvanas paused at that, Jaina bit her lip, "Save this discussion for later Tyrande, you sound exactly like Lor'themar!"
"Well, maybe you should take our dammed advice then! Or are you going to set that on fire too? " Tyrande couldn't resist poking Sylvanas.
Jaina could feel Sylvanas's anger bubble, "Low blow Tyrande. How many times do I have to repent to you for that!?" She could feel Sylvanas fold her arms and step closer to Tyrande.
"Not nearly enough as I would like Windrunner! Thank your lucky stars on Belore above -your- fucking- head that you married Jaina!" Jaina felt Tyrande jab Sylvanas in the ribs.
Jaina rolled her eyes and turned around to him in a dramatic fashion she put her hand son her hips and frowned, "If you two are done arguing I believe we have somewhere to be!" She raised her arms out in front of her and then gestured to the portal, exasperated. She thought her arguing with Sylvanas was exhausting.
Tyrande and Sylvanas glared at each other as they walked side by side, a flare of crimson red meeting a calm white. Jaina stepped through the portal followed by Sylvanas and Tyrande.
"Does someone want to tell me why little lion boy over there has been ignoring my messages? Is the game rigged now because I took your precious Mage away?" Sylvanas's heels clicked on the pristine tiles of Stormwind Keeps ground, the crowds of leaders gathered parted like the sea for her. Tyrande scowled into her back at the comment. She came to a standstill before Anduin on his throne, her hand on her hip; her right leg stretched far out, she stood straight and proud, holding herself up right with authority. Gasps and murmurs broke through the crowd. Jaina looked nervously at Tyrande beside her. Sylvanas's stance was a power play.
Anduin rose from his throne and Jaina felt a sudden rush of emotions, she shoved past Sylvanas, fighting her way to Anduin. Sylvanas glared protectively as Jaina lunged herself at Anduin and gripped Anduin into a tight hug. Burying her face into his shoulder. Sylvanas shooed the crowd of leaders away with her piercing red glare, some lingered in the corners of the throne room to give them privacy, everyone but Tyrande. Sylvanas raised her eyebrow, Tyrande matched her look of question with her own defiance. She was as much as involved as Sylvanas and Jaina.
Anduin Was the first to pull away, it felt like it was only him and Jaina in the room. Old haunts of past times; of them alone in counsel in this very room coming back to him in quick flashes. She felt so warm, sea salt and passionflower thick in the air under his nostrils. He felt her sniff into his shoulder, her tears of joy wet her cheeks and soak his tunic. He pulled her closer, holding her tighter. Almost squeezing her. Heaven knows he missed Jaina. To see her, his best friend, alive and well was everything to him.
Sylvanas's heels clicked on the tiles as she walked up to them and gently pried her wife's fingers and arms from Anduin, "Sorry to interrupt your little…..reunion but we have business to discuss." Jaina wiped her eyes hastily with her sleeve, miming a soft "Sorry" to Sylvanas. Sylvanas's hand protectively rested at the small of her wife's back. A gentle reminder of who she was now. Of whom Jaina belonged to.
Anduin nodded in recognition, slowly regarding Sylvanas for a long moment. Jaina rolled her eyes at Sylvanas's display of power. Tyrande twisted her face in a bitter display of disgust. Anduin extended an arm out, "Shall we?"
Jaina sat curled into the corner of the library in Stormwind. She had missed its extensive collection of books. Even if she had read every single one of them. Twice over. This was her spot to hide, to collect her thoughts and feelings from the day's heavy events. Cast into the shadow of the bookshelves, she knew she would be hard to find. Unless you were a certain lion king.
"Jaina?" Anduin asked quietly. Startled, she looked up to see him standing in front of her.
She sighed and shifted herself into the moonlight, closing her book and resting it on her knee. She tilted her head and smiled at him while patting the cushion beside her.
Anduin set the oil lamp on the nearest table and sat comfortably beside Jaina, putting his arm around her shoulder and bringing her into a gentle embrace of friendship and comfort. Jaina sighed peacefully, Anduin always had a presence to make anything better. No matter how many bricks Sylvanas threw at her, his hugs were always like a warm cup of tea
"You okay, Jaina?" He murmured kissing the top of her head.
Jaina stared into the distance somewhat before nodding, "I'll be okay." She smiled weakly. "Ever feel like the odds are rigged?"
" All the time. You are up terribly late. Where is Sylvanas?" He asked.
Jaina waved her hand absently, shrugging her shoulders, "She's around. She's in one of her sulks. I tend to stay away from her when she's like that, otherwise we just end up arguing." Anduin watched Jaina pull her knees up to her chin.
Anduin tapped his fingers on her shoulder,
"I'm sure you and Sylvanas will get through whatever it is that plagues you two. You know Jaina, she does care for you."
Jaina paused, her eyebrow raised in suspicion at the thought of his words, "What?" she asked looking up at him. Her eyes shining in the dim moonlight.
"She led the entire rescue mission to rescue you from that forsaken island. Jaina you never saw her face the entire way through. Even Alleria was shocked to a certain degree. It gave me hope that you two could work. That this peace could last."
"Anduin—I—I…."
"Sylvanas Windrunner is a difficult bitch. That much is true. She has done some heinous crimes. But, haven't we all? Haven't we all got blood stained hands? Her greatest crime of all Jaina, is falling in love with you. It seems, she has been head over heels with you for years. Be there for your wife. Her sister is missing in this whole mess." Anduin sighed, running a hasty hand through his hair.
Jaina considered his words long and hard, he was right. But she had tried to be sympathetic in the council chamber only to be scorned and flayed alive by those red eyes. She looked down into her lap, "We tried, you know, to send messages to you Anduin. Sylvanas had suspicions your messages were being intercepted. On both sides."
"I've spoken with the Warchief privately after the meeting. You are right, she can sulk for all Azeroth! Jaina, we have a massive problem on our hands. Azshara wants you out of the picture for a reason. Or to get to you in some way. Don't let her in. These disappearances must be her. I—I have sent every champion out to look for Vereesa I…" Anduin trailed off, like he had swallowed a burning lump in his throat.
Jaina half smiled, she could see Anduin's face displayed anger and worry, "We will find Vereesa Anduin, I can see you have begun to care deeply for her. As for Azshara, many have tried, including my Sylvanas, and failed."
Anduin looked at her then, grinning. Watching her blush at being caught in the sudden realisation of her heart's trap, "'my Sylvanas'?"
"I… Oh! I hate you Anduin!" She swatted his chest playfully before giggling.
"Its good to hear you laugh again, Jaina."
Jaina mulled over her words with Anduin. His words echoed like a ghost in her ears. Her fingers danced along the warm stone of the walls as she crossed the halls of the keep to her rooms. Or she should say their rooms now. Jaina and Sylvanas's private chambers. There was a certain ring to that, reminding Jaina it wasn't just her now but there was an us. Sylvanas, by bringing Jaina to Stormwind had proved it was worth the risk, not just for them but for that term that Jaina loved so much. For us. All that Sylvanas had given, the way she talked, the way she moved so easily. Jaina could get used to it. If she hadn't already gotten used to it.
It had taken the longest time for them to get used to each other again, to re learn, but here it was now. She came to pause at a window, expecting to see Sylvanas in the training grounds, shooting arrows left right and centre or in the library scribbling away at the pieces of parchments. But no, Jaina raised her eyebrows in surprise and wrinkled her brow in wonder. She hadn't seen Sylvanas since the counsel meeting. Sylvanas had looked pained then at Tyrande's constant stream of accusations. Almost offended. But Jaina had come to her wife's defence, at the surprise of Sylvanas and in turn Tyrande turned on Jaina. Accusing Jaina of having a hand in all of this. Sending the council chamber or what was left of it into an all-out uproar. Resulting in chairs flying and magic crackling under palms. Tyrande accusing Jaina of betrayal, of being a traitor was the final straw that broke the camel's back. The game was rigged in every way according to Tyrande. Sylvanas stormed out, a trail of black smoke billowing in the wind of her cloak. With Anduin rushing after her, for everyone's lack of adult behaviour, leaving Jaina to furiously scowl at an arrogant Tyrande.
Sylvanas's expression was blank at the mention of Vereesa on the list of those missing. Jaina knew their relationship, especially since marrying her had always been strained. In an attempt of comfort and reassurance, Jaina put her hand on Sylvanas's leg, squeezing gently only to be swatted away like a pesky insect. She looked at Sylvanas, hurt and quietly scolded. Sylvanas side glanced at her while gripping the arms of her chair white knuckled. She looked as if she were on trial. It broke Jaina's heart. She leaned on the windowsill, remembering Sylvanas was still the hard and unforgiving figure she had been at the start of their relationship.
Watching stars high above twinkle back down at her she sighed and retreated to her room, rubbing her eyes. She saw how dark the sky was and concluded it was too late to be up and about, but she knew she wouldn't sleep. That Sylvanas would glare across the table at her as she sipped on her first coffee of the day in the morning. She pushed open the door to her—their sitting room. Groaning as she had to put effort into pushing it due to its stiffness of age. She yawned, eyes half lidded as she crossed the room lazily and flopped onto the sofa. Stretching, she felt at home here. She turned onto her side, hugging the cushion and nuzzling into it. She drifted off thinking of everything that had happened over the last few months, she made a lazy hum, "Hmmmm Sylvanas…"
Awakening to the soft crackle and snapping, in the warm and comforting heat Jaina yawned sleepily. Gone was her cushion she fell asleep hugging; she blinked her eyes open sluggishly. Half lidded and sedated she could feel her head lay on a cool lap, cool fingers had pulled her hair free from its braid and ran slowly through it. Jaina grinned into her lap, her eyes flicking open for a few seconds. She could see Sylvanas holding a crystal glass of brown liquid, watching it intently swirl and swish in the glass, "Drinking alone I see?" Jaina murmured into her lap, rolling over and nuzzling Sylvanas's belly.
Sylvanas paused, her eyes narrowing into the distance of their bedroom, she took a sip, savoured it and slowly swallowed, "Anything to feel less alone."
Jaina turned onto her back, looking up at Sylvanas. She was as hard as a statue, her ears flattened-stuck to her skull. So still and rigid. Save for the hand that ran through her hair. Jaina pushed herself up and swivelled around and stood crossing over to the decanter and pouring herself a drink." She murmured, an eyebrow raised in invitation, her fingers stroking over the ridges in the crystal glass. "If you want…. Maybe you can walk me through It?"
"Its going to be a long night" Sylvanas grinned sheepishly from above the rim of the glass. "Only the young can run these days."
4 hours later….
Jaina collapsed into a fit of giggles, "Sylv—Oh my! I remember that!"
Sylvanas looked down at Jaina briefly, before erupting into the loudest laugh she had had in a long time, "You looked so stupid Jaina…. Vereesa had never been so embarrassed! And Kael! …. Belore, Jaina!" She was breathless by the time her stomach muscles tightened in protest.
Sylvanas extended her arm to trace the veins on Jaina's hand, in a state of relaxation, her eyes dancing with the fire light towards Jaina, Jaina exuded youth, glowing with the light of Belore himself, even if she was a little tipsy. Come to tell the truth, Sylvanas side glanced at the decanter, she too had had a lot to drink and was starting to feel the loose effects of it. She shrugged and continued to drink and watch Jaina in all her drunken excitement rave on about their days in Qual'Thalas, the mischief they had both gotten up to before Sylvanas burned Teldrassil, before the blight was released-Before it all went wrong.
She watched Jaina dance and glide across the floor like there were invisible stepping stones, jumping like a ballerina from one to another until she decided it would be a fantastic idea to climb onto the bed, and stand on it, jumping about on it awkwardly. Sylvanas in her drunken haze, dazzle by Jaina's glowing alabaster skin catching the light of the moon, relished in Jaina's delightful giggling. The way her smile lit up the room she was in, how she always tried to see the best in everyone despite their flaws.
In that moment Sylvanas remembered, in a sudden flood, all the nights her tears had burned her face as she cried herself into her rest. Pining after the mage was a weakness, she wanted to push away from herself. Hurting herself repeatedly, trying to heal Jaina's pain she never cared about her own. They never learned. Here they were, raw and bare. Sylvanas felt as if she was trapped in one of Jaina's ice traps, her feet wouldn't let her march away this time. She wanted to show Jaina, show the both a better love. She downed her glass. Walking over and drunkenly pouring herself another, she watched Jaina bounce around on the bed, the feathers of the comforter looking like snow as they floated through the air. She gazed at Jaina longingly, and then shook her head. Jaina flopped onto the bed, breathless in her drunken excitement.
"Oh loosen –HIC! —Up Sylvanas! HIC!" Jaina giggled turning her face to see Sylvanas in all her undead beauty, "You're so uptight! HIC!"
Sylvanas stumbled to the edge of the bed, drunkenly waving her arm around that still held the glass, "I'm sorry your highness! One of us-" another gulp of whiskey "- has to be the sensible one!"
Jaina dizzyingly sat up and folded her arms and pouted like a spoilt and rambunctious child, frowning and pouting her way through Sylvanas's mocking tone, "I am….HIC! …Sensi…..Sensib…."
"Sound it out little Mage." Sylvanas grinned wickedly.
It took Jaina a few attempts but she stood on the bed, towering over Sylvanas. She frowned down disapprovingly, swaying slightly due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She set her hands on her hips firmly to try and still herself, "I am not…. HIC!...A child!" She lazily wagged her finger in front of Sylvanas's face. Sylvanas playfully went to bite the finger that fed her. Her jaw snapping like a turtle.
Sylvanas watched Jaina sway again, feeling herself sway in return, "Could of fooled me." Sylvanas snorted and went to turn away.
"Now…See…. Here-" Jaina bristled, taking one large step, without thought, from the bed through the air. "-WHAAOOOAAAHHH!" Jaina screamed and tipped forward, tumbling onto Sylvanas as Sylvanas lunged to catch her and rolling with her in front of the fireplace. Sylvanas ended up beneath Jaina, pinned to the ground by her elbows, Jaina clutching onto Sylvanas for dear life. Jaina cracked one eye open, peaking up to see Sylvanas trying to still Jaina's trembling with soft and soothing strokes of her back and through her hair. In that moment Jaina lifted her face and looked down at Sylvanas. It was then that something had shifted between them. She couldn't explain it, but she could feel it. She was starting to sober up.
"Sylvanas, we have been so reckless I…. We…...We aren't strangers to falling apart…." Jaina breathed, her body sagging into Sylvanas's. "Please—Say you aren't too tired to fight for this."
Sylvanas felt bereft, even though Jaina was above her. She laced Jaina's hand in her own, lowering Jaina onto her body even more. Jaina looked down at the hand, it came into focus. She squeezed gently.
"Jaina, this isn't easy for me to confess." Sylvanas started, drawing a slow breath, stilling the echo in her voice, "But ever since I saw you after I died…even now after all my ire you're looking better than you ever did. When you gave me that eye, that look in the council chamber the first time at Garrosh's trial…. as you walked in-Our hands are stained with as much red as the other. If we want to change, we must do this ourselves. Only the young can run from their problems, we are not the young anymore."
"Sylvanas I'm not drunk enough for this yet…." Jaina said with a look of mischief about her presence. Sobering up.
"Let me finish…" Sylvanas rolled them, so she was hovering over Jaina. She lifted their intertwined hand and kissed her upturned palm, "I realised that you would be better off with someone who can give you everything Jaina. You have been a mess since you found me again. All I seem to do is cause you pain and hurt." She paused, giving her next words thought. Visibly trembling. Jaina braced herself for knife wound, frozen in time. "I wish you had never found me again, Jaina. I was scared we were doomed from the start, that you would see it. That day I first saw you—" she swallowed, "-Because, Jaina, this isn't new." Sylvanas stared down, her gaze empty and dark, "This….." Sylvanas moved her head, nodding between her and Jaina, "This is a ritual between me and you. Where do I even begin?" Jaina stared open mouthed at Sylvanas, not knowing what to say, "I wanted for you to cast your feelings aside for me, I wanted you to stop pining after me. For you to let your feelings go. I wanted you to move on from me. It was- at least- what you deserved."
"Sylvanas…."
"I'm sorry Jaina."
"For what?"
"For everything. For being a cold bitch to you lately, making you feel any less than what you're worth. You are my equal Jaina, and I promise I will start treating you like it." Sylvanas whispered fiercely, staring directly into Jaina's watering eyes. A small slipped out from the corner of Jaina's eye, Sylvanas caught it on her fingertip and marvelled at the purity. "I love you Jaina Proudmoore, and I'm not afraid to admit that anymore. You have no idea of the depths I'm in with you. If it is my greatest crime then I would gladly serve time for it, repeatedly."
"I love you too, Sylvanas Windrunner."
"I blew things out of proportion and locked you away in a dungeon for something you didn't do. You only returned this love. I pinned your hands behind your back for no reason." Sylvanas held Jaina's gaze. Knowing this was a make or break moment. "I thought I had reason to attack you. After that letter you sent…. fighting with a true love is like playing with chemicals until the smoke rises and we ignite and there would be no us anymore." Sylvanas looked away, pain in her eyes. The blame was written on her face as clear as daylight, "I'm the one who tried to burn this down. Tried to hide behind a false god of an image. I didn't want to do it to you or lose what we had or even have, I know its on me. Don't go Jaina please. This midnight light burns, but it tells me this is worth the fight. The wrong ones won't be right anymore."
Jaina was speechless, she didn't know how to react. She blinked continuously, knowing Sylvanas was searching her face for answers. "I didn't want to break what I would die for. What I love so much." Sylvanas whispered against her forehead.
Jaina caught her gasp in the back of her throat, tears watering in her eyes and running down her cheeks as she felt the alcohol rush to her head. Sylvanas's words fully sobering her up. Jaina nuzzled Sylvanas's face softly, passionately. Agonisingly, "Sylvanas, I was a brat. After Garrosh's trial I felt like a lonely island. I punished you with scathing words that I never truly meant and then followed by a painful few years of Silence. This is on me too. You are right. We are not young anymore. We can't run. Tell me we will be just fine. Tell me we will be okay, even when I lose my mind with your stupid games. Tell me I will be all that you'll ever want. Because, Ijust want you."
"Its you Jaina." Sylvanas took a deep breath, letting the sound of her name linger on her tongue, she breathed, "It's always been you."
Sylvanas, in the scarlet glow of the firelight, bent her neck and brushed her cool lips along Jaina's own. Jaina revelled in the icy feel of Sylvanas lips, it steadied her nerves but sent pleasant shivers down her spine. She felt Sylvanas thread their hands together, one hand sliding down her raised arm above her head and cupping her cheek thoughtfully as Jaina's mouth was coaxed into a kiss. Slowly, Sylvanas built momentum. Teasing Jaina with light nips from her fangs at her bottom lip. Earning a small set of whimpers caught in the back of Jaina's throat. She arched her back into Sylvanas, enough for Sylvanas to change her position and slide her hand down from her cheek to around Jaina and slide up her back and press her into a deeper and more meaningful kiss. Getting lost in the agony, feeling the passion that was growing like a spark to the tinder.
Jaina could feel the heat rise in her chest, could feel the flush of colour grace her cheeks. Breathless, she bent her head slowly back as Sylvanas traced the ghosts of bruises caused once by fangs. Remembering where they used to be. She felt Sylvanas place light kisses along her neck, Jaina gasped. She couldn't help but let a small moan escape from deep within her. In all Sylvanas's undeath, she was a fast learner and memorised Jaina like a map with lips and hands. Knowing where to bite down on her oh so sensitive spots. Knowing just where to touch her. Sylvanas's hand slipped from under Jaina to come around and thumbed over the thread of Jaina's robes. Seeking her permission silently, she pulled back from Jaina's neck. Her eyes were smouldering embers, glowing with the echoes of the past.
Jaina gulped, there was no going back after this. She could either drown in the deep depths of Sylvanas Windrunner or swim to the surface and escape with just a faded memory of what could have been. Jaina nodded her permission, gripping Sylvanas's tunic in fistfuls and pulling her as close as could be, until they seemed like one body. Deep in the flaming kiss, Sylvanas fumbled with the laces of Jaina's corset, cursing the buckles in Thalassian into Jaina's mouth. Casting the wretched piece of clothing aside without a second thought, Jaina's robes fell open, sliding off her shoulders as she pressed herself up on her elbows to match Sylvanas's needy kisses.
Jaina whined at the fact she was the only one half dressed, she tugged roughly at the bottom of Sylvanas's tunic. Eventually persuading Sylvanas with a flick of the tongue along the bottom lip to pull away just for a moment to pull her tunic over her head. Jaina found her hands roaming Sylvanas's body, her fingertips tracing over old scars and new ones, relearning Sylvanas entirely. She hesitantly let her fingers dance along the curves of Sylvanas's breasts, provoking the banshee to growl hungrily against her neck.
Jaina felt adventurous, a gentle flick of her finger against the hard bud of a nipple earned Jaina a small moan. Sylvanas's hand flew to grasp jaina's wrist and pinned her to the ground. It wasn't entirely rough and Jaina usually wouldn't have stood for it.
But tides!
Sylvanas could do it and she would be okay with it, would accept a little rough play. Jaina looked up expectantly, her chest heaving in quick rasps. Sylvanas's starved eyes drifted from Jaina's face, down to the plush pink nipples that reminded Sylvanas of rose buds before bloom. Jaina pushed herself up slightly to be nearer to Sylvanas's face, softly teasing the Dark Lady with her own lips tracing along her collar bone.
"Careful of the spark, Sylvanas. Too much wind to the tinder may blow the spark out…..." Jaina whispered. Laying back down, her hair pooling around her. Sylvanas raised a long eyebrow in challenge. Jaina smiled warmly back.
Sylvanas could see the small stream of sparkling sweat in the firelight that tricked down Jaina's chest, down her abs, stopping at her belly button. Sylvanas bent down and attacked Jaina's nipple with her tongue, making Jaina writhe and squirm beneath her touch. Her breathing came in quick gasps and rasps as if she had just run a marathon. Moans strangled Jaina's throat, whimpers lingered on the tip of her tongue. Teasing the other breast all the same, her fluid motions setting fire to Jaina.
Sylvanas had an un-holy gleam in her eye, an unrighteous burn to her touch. With a small whimper Jaina succumbed to the Inferno. She could feel Sylvanas placing light kisses along the hard line of her stomach. Jaina knew where this was going to lead, and she didn't care. She yielded her entire being to Sylvanas Windrunner. Losing herself in the conflagration. Losing her mind entirely. Being strummed slowly like a musical instrument, building slowly gaining pressure until she could hit the crescendo. Burning until she could feel that sweat heat of release. Where she was overcome with such emotion it sent her into a heavy daze. The slow burn of this -ultraviolet- morning -light caressing her skin. Desperate cries and moans absconded from their confinement in her throat. Years of pining and wishing finally coming to flourish. Coming down breathlessly, shaking violently. Her vision blurred
As if they had both been dazzled by the sun.
Notes: Sorry it has been two weeks! This was an absolute bitch and a half to write. And it is heavy in imagery.
*sweats it out* Thank you for the love on this story 3
I told you there would be some happy-ish moments :)