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Warcraft (Thrall/Jaina)

Title: Strength
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Fandom: Warcraft
Prompt: July 4th - 82. Warcraft, Thrall/Jaina: Size kink - "There's strength in her fine bones."
Disclaimer: Warcraft is not mine, this can easily take place in the normal canon universe, though it has the occasional reference to the RP-verse.
Warnings: Het, sex, orc/human, lots of talking and introspection. Hopefully, not too irritating.
Pairings: Jaina/Thrall, mentioned Arthas/Jaina.
Summary: Thrall was always surprised to notice how small Jaina really was.
~ * ~

One of the first things that struck Thrall about Jaina was that she looked bigger than she was. She had a presence to her, one he sensed as a shaman as well as a leader. The shaman sensed the elements about her -- frost, fire and pure arcane magic -- in a swirling vortex of power. When she used her magic, there was a gentle balance rather than harsh demands to be met. She treated the aspects of her magical power as friends and allies, not as servants or slaves. Jaina was more like a shaman than perhaps even she realized.

The politician in him could sense the power of experience and resources. She knew what she had: a small island off the coast of Kalimdor. Not even the entirety of Duskwallow Marsh, no, that belonged to ogres, dragons and murlocs for the most part. She knew she had a small but functional navy, several garrisons of well-seasoned troops, resources to trade and things that needed purchasing. From what he understood from their conversations that weren't about politics or war, she would have never become a leader. That was her brother's job, or, a little more hesitantly, her husband's.

"I just wanted to be alone in my mage tower, with my books and spells," she'd told him. "I don't need much, just a few simple things."

But Jaina Proudmoore was not a simple woman. 'Simple' women did not take to ruling, amidst conflict and chaos, as if they'd been born on a throne. She intrigued him, she always had, from the moment he'd seen her standing in that chamber beneath Stonetalon Mountains years ago.

It wasn't as if Thrall hadn't had lovers before, he'd simply developped a distaste for casual sex. Orcs mated for life, for good or ill, and a surplus of women in his bed wouldn't help him find a mate to his satisfaction, despite what his advisors had told him.

"Doomhammer had women brought to his chamber regularly," one of them had told him plainly. "Do you think any Warchief would have been different? Hellscream, Blackhand, even Gul'dan undoubtedly had women by the score. Orc women understand power."

"I'm not interested a mate like that," Thrall had told them. "Not one more interested in power than... other things. What about my father?"

"Durotan... Durotan only cared for you mother, and she for him," the advisor had been reluctant to admit. "A fine, noble quality in a man, but not for a Warchief who needs to pass on their line."

"I am my father's son," he had told them firmly, expecting that to be the end of it, for now.

"You're too human," the advisor had muttered and walked out. Thrall had frowned at that, mostly because his first thought had been to arrange to speak to Jaina, and hope her schedule allowed for a brief period of venting.

Am I too human? he wondered, looking down at his hands. He still remembered when he had been frightened by his own appearance. He had towered over most of the humans he'd known, and now... he was large still, even for an orc. He certainly didn't look human, except perhaps for his eyes.

Jaina will know, he decided.

~ * ~

Sometimes Jaina thought that fate had played an utterly cruel trick on Thrall. Not only because of his name and his childhood, but because of how completely human the orc Warchief was, perhaps more human than some of the people she had known.

That's right, Archmage, keep poking that wound, she thought to herself. Still, it's not as if it's something that's easy to forget, considering Arthas-- what is Thrall saying? She smiled politely, taking the offered seat.

"I trust all in Theramore is well?" Thrall asked. She nodded. This was part of the tradition after all.

"Things have been quiet, for the most part," she replied with a smile. "How is Durotar?"

"Perhaps... less quiet than I would like." He frowned, another very human gesture. She reached forward, putting her hand on his for comfort.

"What's wrong?" she asked, voice pitched to sound concerned. She was concerned, but lately she had been so used to hiding how she felt that to actually express feeling took effort. Such is the life of politics, I wonder if--

"My advisors wish for me to find a mate."

She stared at him, and it felt like a knife in the chest. She stiffened a little.

"Thrall, I--" she began, but Thrall was still speaking, half-absorbed in his own thoughts.

"I dislike this business of mate-finding. It seems so callous. I've told them as much, and they tell me I'm too human--"

~ * ~

Thrall leaned forward, touching her shoulder as Jaina coughed a little. "Is there something wrong?"

"I, er-- no. Nothing." She smiled. "Too human? Well, I suppose that really depends on how you feel about humanity, doesn't it? After all, it's not as if every good quality is strictly 'human', so I suppose..." she continued on, and Thrall listened, bemused.

Is she babbling? After a moment, he nodded to himself. She is babbling. What is she so nervous about? She seemed to react oddly when I spoke of a mate-- ah. That's it. He took his hands in hers and kissed her, startling her out of her continuingly more incoherent chatter.

"Mmm, Thrall..." she managed when they broke for air. His arms encircled her waist -- when didd she become so tiny, she only stands as tall as the middle of my chest -- and lifted her easily. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"We can talk anywhere," he pointed out, keeping his voice low and playful. She smiled at him, kissing him back, tracing pale fingers along the deep green of his skin. He carried her easily to his bedchamber -- the Kor'kron Elite were very, very good at ignoring his activities with Jaina, so they were no where in sight -- and closed the door.

He sat on the bed, she in his lap, and she kissed him deeply. Fingers that were more used to spell casting than physical combat slipped him out of his armour, wrists that looked easy to break worked and shifted herself out of her mage robes, letting them slip to the floor. He lay on his back, admiring her: the blue of her eyes, the golden locks of her hair that spilled over pale pink shoulders, the slim waist and hips that straddled him so easily.

"You never complain about how big I am," he commented, guiding Jaina down onto him. As always, there was a look of slight concentration, but never discomfort, as she sank onto him, slick with the oil she conjured -- she wouldn't tell him where she learned such an unsual cantrip, only that elves 'knew things'. She met his gaze, eyes bright.

"Why would I complain about something I enjoy?" she asked, smiling. "Some people ask about how we manage." She rocked her hips forward, and her fingers played along the coarse, curling hair on Thrall's chest. He groaned slightly, responding to her every move.

"What do you tell them?" he rumbled. She gasped slightly, tensing all around him.

"That it's none of their business," she managed, meeting Thrall's gentle thrusting, working him deeper. "Oh, Thrall..."

"Jaina, you have the strength of the Earthmother," he murmured in orcish, and she responded in Thalassian, and while he wasn't particularly well-versed in the language of elves, he imagined it was something dirty. It sounded beautiful, whatever it was. Thalassian always did.

Where would I find a stronger mate? he wondered as he released. Jaina was laying on top of him now, curled against him. Again, it surprised him that she was so small, and yet, she encompassed his entire world. He spotted the glinting in the shadows, and with a flick of his wrist, struck at them with a bolt of elemental energy.

A soft 'baa' indicated that Jaina had singled out one of the assassins for interrogation, and that the rest were free and clear for him to blast. He'd been enjoying himself, and this was at least the third time they'd tried to kill him after sex. It was becoming... irritating.

Jaina froze the assassins in place with a simple nova of frost, and he concentrated, drawing on the elemental energy that he had mastered, and struck them down with a mighty chain of lightning. He glanced at Jaina, who was folding a sheet to wrap around herself for when the guards came. She touched the polymorphed assassin, assuring herself that the spell would stick.

The Kor'kron broke down the door then, and one of them crossed their arms, her eyes plainly going from the assassins (dead), the assassin-sheep (bleating), Thrall (naked) and Jaina (the sheet wasn't doing much to conceal that she was also naked).

"Warchief, are you alright?" the Elite asked dryly.

"I'm fine," Thrall told her, and Jaina gave him a curious look. Later, he promised. I'll make something up about Garona later. He doubted Jaina would be entirely understanding about having the assassin that had killed the old leader of Stormwind as his Spymistress, no matter how effective she was.

The Elite dragged the dead assassins away, and Jaina handed the assassin-sheep to Garona with a polite smile, somehow managing to keep her sheet around her. He exchanged a look with Garona.

It's not appropriate for you to be sleeping with a human, her look said.

Who else would be prepared to fight off five armed assassins and be this calm? his look replied. Eyes rarely communicated, but since it was a conversation they'd had in the past, flickered lashes and a roll of the eyes spoke volumes.

When they left, Thrall turned to Jaina. "Would you care to go for a walk, sorceress?"

"Certainly, Warchief," she replied with a smile. Once they had dressed, they did.

The End

Comments

( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
emerald_embers
Jul. 4th, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
*flails with joy*

Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes. 90% of the reason these guys are so awesome together is because they pinpoint every good bit where their races can cross over, strength and nobility and just general awesomeness, and yay.

Incidentally, the idea that orcs mate for life but are total manwhores/girlwhores beforehand whilst finding said mate? I love you, it's fabulous and hilarious.

And the whole killing-assassins-casually-after-bed? Yes.

AND THE OIL SUMMONING SPELL 'ELVES KNOW THINGS' OH YES VERY VERY YES :D KAEL'THAS SUNSTRIDER YOU KINKY BASTARD.

Ahem.

In all? Loved. To pieces. *snuggles*
the__ivorytower
Jul. 4th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.

Elves? *Know* things. Hee.

*snuggles back* Next time, I'll post Warcraft prompts too, I swear. :D In the mean time, P&K.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 30th, 2008 08:44 am (UTC)
"Sexy"
This is actually the first love scene I've seen written for Thrall and Jaina. Oh those elves and their oily ways. =)

All the other fics goes into all the awkwardness and problems of a pairing, it's nice to see a story that jumps right into their established relationship. Anyways, I enjoyed it, I hope to see more Jaina and Thrall fics from ya. ^_^
misscam
Dec. 18th, 2008 12:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, very nice. The assassins after sex was just too precious, and the 'mating' was handled with realism and hotness both. (As much as one can talk of realism in a totally fictional world, anyway.) Nice read :)
the__ivorytower
Dec. 18th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
I remember back when I wrote this first story, wanting to handle the size difference both practically and in a manner that would be really hot. I'm very happy you think I've pulled it off well. Thank you for reading.
gossamerstarsxx
May. 18th, 2009 07:54 am (UTC)
I just stumbled across this randomly, but anything Thrall/Jaina makes me absurdly excited.

I lol'd at "Elves know things." *snicker*
the__ivorytower
May. 18th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Tee hee. Thanks!

Yeah, elves are awesome.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 18th, 2009 11:29 pm (UTC)
Phew ! that was Hot! Loved it. Much better then Arthas and Jaina in rise of the LK.
Jaina, you have the strength of the Earthmother," he murmured in orcish, and she responded in Thalassian, and while he wasn't particularly well-versed in the language of elves, he imagined it was something dirty. It sounded beautiful, whatever it was. Thalassian always did.
For some reason this is my favorite part...
the__ivorytower
Sep. 18th, 2009 11:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm very glad you liked it.
tragicamente
Dec. 16th, 2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
New to WoW fandomy stuff in general and got instantly intrigued by Thrall/Jaina. This is a GEM.
the__ivorytower
Dec. 16th, 2009 03:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I really appreciate it. I'm glad you enjoy it.
(Anonymous)
Mar. 3rd, 2010 05:20 pm (UTC)
man!! can you continue this story?! its a bit of a spoiler!! LOL haha dude ur great!!
...please write some more hahah :)
the__ivorytower
Mar. 3rd, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
I'm afraid that this story was meant to be a one-shot, but I have a much longer Thrall/Jaina fic set in a very slightly different universe on my livejournal called Unity.

Thank you for reading and enjoying.
fade_7
Mar. 16th, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)
I love this. You should really write more if you haven't already. I have some fanart of Thrall/Jaina I'll be finishing up soon. I'll have to send you a link to it sometime.
the__ivorytower
Mar. 16th, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
Of this specific threadline, not necessarily, but I've written quite a bit of T/J before, if you follow the tag.

Thank you, and I'd love to see your art. I'm glad you enjoyed reading.
fade_7
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:05 am (UTC)
I'll probably post the picture up tomorrow. I'm not quite sure yet if I'm entirely finished with it, but hopefully by tonight I will be. If you like it well enough, you can always use it as a picture to go with your fanfiction. I wouldn't mind.
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