Sen'jin Village, during the Darkspear Rebellion
It was a long time before they were finished with each other. They'd been apart for a long while and even before then, Hahji hadn't touched her in some time, which he seemed intent on making up for now.
Zhai rested her cheek against the top of his head and closed her eyes, running a hand through his hair, tracing down the beloved, familiar lines of his face and along the smooth curve of his tusk. She was still straddling him, the skirt of her robes hiked up around her hips and the front torn open to the waist. They'd been too eager for anything else. It had always been that way with him. She'd enjoyed sex before Hahji but she hadn't really known what passion was. Even the first time, those clever hands of his seemed to know her body better than she did.
"Wonder what dem stiffs of the Kirin Tor would think if they saw how easy it bein' to get you whimpering like a bitch in heat," he'd taunted her once. Pinned between him and the wall, still panting at the time, she really hadn't had much by way of retort.
Hahji stirred and nudged her up gently before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her to the sleeping mat across the room. He laid her down and curled around her, pressing her back against his chest and tucking her head beneath his chin. Zhai had to close her eyes at the simple familiarity of it; the feel of his arms around her, the heat of him and the dark, earthy scent that would cling to her skin again. "I missed you so much," she whispered.
His voice was a rumble deep in his chest she could feel against her back. "Been livin' with this ache in my chest for so long, it be strange to be without it." His hold tightened. "When Cam brought Amra back...I thought..." He couldn't finish. Neither of them were ready to talk about Dalaran. "Ya still haven't said 'I told you so'."
"We're gettin' ready to march against our own Warchief, I think it goes without sayin', baby."
"I couldn't let myself believe Vol'jin was still alive 'til I saw 'im," he said softly. "I can't believe we had to choose between him and the Horde. Spirits, him and Thrall and the Horde..."
Oh, Hahji. She hadn't been there for him when news about Vol'jin had gotten out, oh how she wished she had been. She squeezed his hand. "Garrosh ain't the Horde."
"I chose him over you."
"Hahji..."
He sat up and rolled her onto her back, looking down at her with a desperate look in his eyes. Oh, spirits, he was so tired and the toll the past months had taken on him seemed to have aged him prematurely. "Don't ever leave me again, Zhai. I'm nothin' without you. You and Amra. Nothin'. First de world gets torn apart and everything just seemed to change and change and I couldn't keep up with it." He closed his eyes.
Zhai murmured his name over and over, pressing her forehead to his, her heart aching because she knew whatever disillusionment she was going through at the moment was nothing compared to his. He'd given so much more for the Horde than she had. "Thrall be back, Vol'jin be back, we hold de true spirit of the Horde ready to throw into Ogrimmar and straight into Hellscream's black heart. We'll all make it right."
"And you be back..."
"I'm back. And I will never leave you again." She gripped his tusks and eased between them to press her mouth to his, scraping her own tusks against his mouth lightly. "Your father still has Amra?"
"Yah, he might never let her go again."
"Den sleep, love, we..."
"No..." He wrapped his arms around her and dragged her against him again. "One more time...let me have ya. We goin' to war, we won't have dis peace for a while...once more, Zhai..."
She couldn't resist him now anymore than she could the first time.