By the light, she’s gorgeous... Jaina was always tender-hearted and caring with her beloved. She was a completely different woman around her, allowing herself to laugh and smile, allowing herself to fall into the ardent embrace of love.

It was a vulnerability she had never shown with Arthas. A vulnerability she had never even shown her own mother - not that Katherine was best pleased to see Jaina after all those years anyway. Oh, how opinions change with a bit of sacrifice and mutual understanding.

It started with the flirtatious banter, a comfort only she had the privilege to see. Everyone knows how it goes, pretending to bump into her when she bent over or crouched down, idly toying with her hair, or doing that thing where Jaina pretends to kiss her only to steal a bite of her food. And after doing that for so long, that’s when Jaina realised... I’m falling in love...

In Jaina’s eyes, she was gorgeous. You’d have to be mad to think otherwise. Sweet, determined, strong, and... absolutely beautiful...

She loved the talks, the hour-long rants, and the endless shit-stirring sessions that happened between them. And then came the relationship and romance chatter, typical girl talk in Jaina’s eyes, but she treasured every second of it.

Jaina ranted about it all, Arthas, Kalecgos, even briefly mentioning Kael’thas. She didn’t skip a single detail, trusting her with both her life and most guarded secrets. From Arthas’ calloused hands on her hips, to Kael’thas’ chapped lips - it just felt so very right to share her secrets with someone she truly loved.

And then came her turn to share, her words surprising Jaina more than she initially thought. A virgin. Not by religious belief, but rather choice - never finding an individual who sparked interest. Never finding someone who could marvel at a masterpiece like Jaina could.

One conversation led to another, one drink turning into four, and before Jaina knew it, her lips were pressed against hers in a dance that wasn’t just tongue and teeth, but one of the heart. All semblance of self-control was long forgotten amidst the veils of tipsy desire. They did say a drunk man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts - but the only thing Jaina was drunk on was love.

Jaina knew what she was doing the moment she pressed her against the dresser, her hands roaming the underside of her bodice. The second her lips touched hers, her entire body was aflame with desire. She could feel the heat from her body, the rounded curve of her hips beneath her silently ascending fingers, "Voice any discomfort to me-" she’d pause, her teeth gently tugging on her lower lip, "-immediately."

Jaina could tell she felt exposed, heat burning in her cheeks as she stared at Jaina’s exposed breasts, tracing the valley between the two peaks. A moment passed - silence surrounding them. My sweet girl... Jaina’s fingertips gripped her chin, tilting up to meet her gaze as she asked the most important question of them all.

"Do you definitely want to do this?-" She’d ask, running her thumb over her lower lip, wiping away a droplet of saliva sat atop the pink flesh. Jaina knew that taking her virginity would be a big choice - especially on her behalf, but she planned to make it as pleasurable and unforgettable as possible, "-Definitely want to do this with me?"