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Jaina was the first to wake and when she did so, she sat up and looked around. She rubbed her eyes and started when she realized Sylvanas was still next to her and still asleep.
Gasping, she dropped her head to her hands. It had felt like a dream, or perhaps a nightmare.
What had she done? She tried to rationalize what had happened, but there was nothing rational about any of it. Lord Admiral Jaina Proudmoore of the Alliance had let Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde, into her bed to fuck her senseless and she had loved it. Every kiss, every touch had been deeply exciting and felt more intense than anyone she had been with. Truthfully she had not been with many, Arthas, Kalec, and some random tumbles here and there when the mood struck or when she desperately wanted someone—anyone—in her bed to feel less lonely for just a little while.
She sighed and wondered if she had enjoyed it so much because she and the banshee were enemies and such contact was forbidden, perhaps even outright treasonous.
She took a breath to calm herself and raised her head. She looked to her right, regarding the banshee’s sleeping form. She found Sylvanas breathtaking in her beauty. The only thing that unnerved her were the banshee’s eyes, deep red and seemingly staring into her very soul when they looked at each other.
A voice suddenly broke her out of her thoughts.
“You know it’s rude to stare, Proudmoore.”
Jaina gulped and looked away guiltily. Sylvanas only chuckled and reached out a hand to Jaina’s naked form, coming to rest on her hip. She stroked the soft skin with cool fingers that made Jaina flinch for a moment, then relax.
“How long have you been awake?” Jaina asked, once she had found her voice.
“A while,” came the reply. “I don’t sleep much these days.”
Jaina nodded, understanding, and looked down at her hands in her lap. Sylvanas was still stroking her, but her hand was now on the small of the mage’s back, rubbing comforting circles into her skin.
Comforting indeed. Jaina’s eyes drifted closed and she felt she could fall asleep like this, completely relaxed, even though she had just slept for what must have been hours. She sighed, content, but her mind began to fill with thoughts of how she would explain this to the Alliance leaders, if she even could or should.
How would sweet Anduin take this news? Genn? Her mother?
Jaina swallowed hard and shivered visibly enough that Sylvanas must have noticed because she stilled her hand.
“Something wrong, Proudmoore?” she asked and began rubbing the mage’s back again.
Jaina opened her eyes and looked straight ahead. “I... I’m not sure what to do.”
“About?”
She set her jaw, feeling anger begin to bubble up inside her. “This,” she said tersely.
Calmly, Sylvanas said, “Define ‘this.’”
Jaina balled her hands into fists in her lap, shaking. Sylvanas placed her free hand on top of both of Jaina’s.
“Calm down,” she said, before Jaina could speak. At this, Jaina began to reply, but the banshee sat up swiftly and clapped a hand over her mouth. Stunned, Jaina relaxed her fingers and stopped trying to speak, her lower lip quivering behind Sylvanas’ hand. “Look,” the banshee began, “this is not going to be easy for either of us nor will it be easy for our respective allies.” She sighed and shook her head a bit. “So, I suggest, we tell no one and keep this to ourselves. Our own little secret.”
Jaina nearly exploded at the thought of keeping everyone out of the loop, but then she calmed herself and realized Sylvanas was right. What good would it do to let anyone know that two sworn enemies had shared a bed? She nodded and told Sylvanas she was right, muffled behind the banshee’s hand.
“I didn’t catch that,” Sylvanas replied, removing her hand.
Jaina felt herself stiffen, unable to tell if Sylvanas had not heard her, or if she was being sarcastic.
Seemingly understanding Jaina’s silence, she clarified, “I actually didn’t hear you, I’m not trying to be a bitch.”
Jaina softened and a small smile appeared on her face. She turned towards the woman next to her. “I said, ‘you’re right.’”
Sylvanas smirked just a bit. “All right.”
Jaina looked thoughtful for a moment, recalling what Sylvanas had said before they had both succumbed to sleep. “You told me that what happens next was up to me.”
“I did,” Sylvanas replied, “but I don’t think this quite applies.”
Jaina nodded in agreement. Sylvanas was right. The logical thing was to keep their allies out of this, whatever “this” was currently or would end up being. Jaina’s response had been emotional because she did not want to lie, did not want to keep such a huge secret from the people she cared about. But, she realized resignedly, this was the way it had to be, at least for the time being. Perhaps, later on, once Sylvanas had stepped down and Go’el was once again leading the Horde, there may be peace enough that telling everyone would be fine. Perhaps then, everyone may understand that the two of them were sharing a bed.
Perhaps.
“We should probably be getting back,” Jaina said, knowing that her own statement was true, but not remotely wanting to leave and face everyone. She did not want to lie, even though she knew it was necessary.
“You’re probably right,” replied Sylvanas, “but I think we have some time to spare.”
Jaina perked up. “Oh?”
“Mhm,” Sylvanas murmured, kissing the back of Jaina’s neck.
The mage shivered, Sylvanas’ cool lips on her skin filling her with want. The banshee’s lips moved to her ear, sucking gently on the lobe and Jaina felt herself begin to heat up. Sylvanas continued to explore as Jaina’s body responded favorably to all the attention. The mage could feel her arousal begin to dampen her thighs.
Jaina turned to the banshee then, grasping Sylvanas’ face, making their eyes meet, and leaned in to kiss her. She slipped her tongue past the banshee’s lips, deepening the kiss, then got up onto her knees and pushed Sylvanas back so that she was laying on the bed. The banshee quirked her eyebrows at Jaina, aroused, and gave the mage a small smirk.
Jaina straddled Sylvanas and leaned forward to kiss the banshee, as her hands explored the woman’s body through her clothes.
“Can we get these off?” she asked, already beginning to remove Sylvanas’ top.
“Allow me,” replied the banshee and she all but vanished into smoke. When she reappeared, still beneath Jaina, her clothes and armor were gone.
Jaina’s breathing became unsteady as she looked upon the woman below her, now completely naked. “Ohh,” she murmured.
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow. “Not what you were expecting?”
Jaina thought she detected a bit of annoyance and hurt in Sylvanas’ voice and she shook her head vigorously. “No, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible.”
Sylvanas sat up then, wrapping her arms around the mage and kissing her hard. Jaina flung her arms around the banshee’s neck, hand cradling the back of her head. She felt Sylvanas’ fingers slip between her legs and begin to rub her clit. She moaned into Sylvanas’ mouth and let her own hands roam the banshee’s body.
Sylvanas was cool to the touch, serving to relax Jaina and cool down her own overheated skin. She pressed Sylvanas back down and leaned over her, softly kissing her shoulder. The banshee’s fingers were still rubbing her, slipping around her clit, her arousal even more intense now than it had been earlier.
Jaina could feel an orgasm slowly building and began to feel guilty. She very badly wanted to reciprocate, wanted to do to Sylvanas what the banshee had done to her. “Wait,” she said, a bit breathless. Sylvanas stilled her hand and looked intently into the mage’s eyes. “I want to make you come,” Jaina said.
Sylvanas smiled. “No one’s stopping you, Proudmoore.” She pulled her fingers away and sucked Jaina’s wetness off them, making Jaina grin, licking her lips as she slid down Sylvanas’ body. She licked at a nipple, kissed the banshee’s breast, and moved down further. She pressed her lips to the woman’s toned stomach while her hands squeezed and kneaded the banshee’s breasts. She tweaked a nipple with her fingertips and Sylvanas, mostly quiet save for some deep breaths, finally let slip a soft moan that spurred Jaina on, and she dove between the banshee’s legs. Just as Sylvanas had done, Jaina teased her, focusing everywhere but her sex and she swore she heard a soft, low growl from the banshee. The mage smiled against Sylvanas’ cool skin, then acquiesced and nuzzled her open, exhaling a hot breath over her clit.
“Fuck…”
Jaina gasped mockingly. “Such language, Lady Windrunner!”
Sylvanas reached down and gave Jaina’s ear a flick. Jaina mouthed a silent “ow” and lightly grazed her teeth over Sylvanas’ clit, drawing out another moan from the banshee. Satisfied, Jaina gave her clit a soft lick, then slowly slid her tongue inside. Sylvanas responded immediately, legs quivering, and thrust a hand into Jaina’s hair.
Jaina continued, swirling her tongue within, then lightly touching Sylvanas’ clit with her thumb. The banshee responded, tightening her hold on Jaina’s hair, but not enough to cause her any pain.
“Jaina...” Sylvanas whispered, muscles tensing. Her entire body shook, Jaina’s tongue twisting inside her, thumb on her clit moving in quick circles. Sylvanas repeated the mage’s name, arching her back and flying over the edge.
The banshee slumped back, resting one hand behind her head and stroking Jaina’s hair with the other. She exhaled and lightly tapped Jaina’s shoulder and the mage looked up immediately. “Too sensitive?” she asked gently.
Sylvanas nodded and Jaina sat up on her knees, wiping her lip with a finger and licking the banshee’s essence off it. She smiled and crawled up Sylvanas’ body, straddling her. She leaned down and gave her a kiss. She felt fingers on her sex again and gasped softly into the banshee’s mouth.
Everything felt more intense than it had earlier. Each touch felt like a revelation and Jaina found herself feeling emotional. She blinked back tears, but one slipped through and Sylvanas saw it. The banshee sat up, wrapped her free hand around Jaina, and cradled the back of her head. She kissed the mage, then wordlessly kissed the tear from her cheek.
Her voice gruff, Jaina murmured her desire, “Fuck me.”
Sylvanas smiled and leaned close to Jaina, cool breath on her ear, and whispered, “Such language, Lady Proudmoore.”
Jaina’s face flushed and she playfully swatted Sylvanas’ arm, smiling. After a few moments, though, her smile faded. Sylvanas was still nuzzling her ear and kissing her neck and could not see Jaina’s expression. For that, Jaina was grateful. She had realized she was genuinely falling for this woman and it terrified her. She inhaled sharply and Sylvanas turned to look at her then.
“Proudmoore?”
“I...” Jaina began, then shook her head, tears creeping into the corners of her eyes. She looked down, unable to meet Sylvanas’ gaze.
The banshee pulled back the hand between Jaina’s legs and regarded the mage intently. She inclined her head and gave Jaina a small smile. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked.
Jaina licked lips suddenly gone dry and shook her head. She was shaking a little. Sylvanas stroked her hair soothingly and Jaina closed her eyes, trying to calm down.
Sylvanas patted the mage’s leg. “Talk to me, Proudmoore.”
Jaina looked at the banshee, tears beginning to obscure her vision. She struggled with her feelings, wondering if she should even say anything. Did Sylvanas even feel the same way? Was this just a fun tryst for her? Or, perhaps worse, a conquest?
Swallowing, Jaina realized that the only way to find out was to say something. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, trying to find her nerve. Sylvanas was rubbing soothing circles into Jaina’s thigh and the mage relaxed a bit.
“This,” she began, gesturing between the two of them, “is…”
Sylvanas was still stroking Jaina’s hair and nodded for her to continue.
Finding her voice again, Jaina spoke, “This is becoming real for me.”
“I see.” Sylvanas moved her hands away from the mage and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the ship’s hull.
Jaina trembled, feeling bereft, wanting the banshee’s hands on her again and wanting desperately to know what Sylvanas was thinking. “Talk to me,” she pleaded, her voice wavering.
Sylvanas looked up at her then, red eyes boring deep into hers. The banshee said in response, “I’ve always been someone who keeps her feelings relatively hidden. I doubt that will change anytime soon.”
Jaina’s face fell and she struggled to keep any semblance of composure.
“That said,” Sylvanas continued, uncrossing her arms and wrapping them around Jaina, “I’m starting to feel as you do. This is becoming real for me, too.”
Jaina’s heart swelled and she pulled Sylvanas close, hands in her hair, and kissed her passionately. Sylvanas slipped her hand between Jaina’s legs again, fervently stroking her. Jaina was soaked and Sylvanas’ thumb kept sliding off her clit. Deft fingers moved to her entrance and pushed inside, making Jaina moan. She felt her body begin to tense already, every touch electric and exciting. She started riding Sylvanas’ fingers, thrusting her hips in time with the banshee’s movements.
“I’m close,” she whispered, as a sharp cry was then torn from her throat.
“I know,” Sylvanas whispered back, a cheeky grin on her lips.
Jaina exhaled, chuckling, and kissed the banshee then, lightly nibbling the woman’s lower lip. Sylvanas began thrusting faster and moving her thumb in quicker circles. The mage kept moving her hips in time with the banshee’s fingers, tension coursing through her entire body. She took a shuddering breath and pulled Sylvanas into a kiss as her orgasm slammed into her hard, making her cry out against the banshee’s lips. She collapsed on Sylvanas’ shoulder, resting her forehead on cool skin, trying to catch her breath. The fingers inside her pulled away gently and Jaina relaxed and sat back up. She reached for the hand that had been inside her and thrust her tongue out, tasting herself. Sylvanas smirked and took the rest of the juices for herself, kissing Jaina after she had done so.
They continued to kiss for a while afterwards, both of them softly stroking each other’s hair, completely content to enjoy their time together before they would need to part. After some time, Jaina addressed that particular elephant in the room once again.
“We really do need to be getting back,” she said sadly.
Sylvanas sighed and nodded her agreement. “Well, at least we can both return home quickly. Hopefully we weren’t missed too much while we were gone.”
“Yeah,” Jaina said, but made no attempt to move from Sylvanas’ lap. The banshee chuckled and gave the mage a kiss before becoming a swirling mist and leaving Jaina alone on the bed.
Sighing deeply, Jaina stood and began to dress. Sylvanas materialized behind her, giving her neck a quick kiss.
“We’ll see each other again,” she said. “I promise.”
“Okay,” Jaina agreed. “Until we meet again.”
“Until we meet again.”
Their lips met in a kiss, but before it was over, Sylvanas faded away. Jaina sighed again, but she was happy. She had no idea where this relationship, such as it was, would go, but she was excited to find out.