Aggra and Thrall were waiting outside their hut when they heard the whooshing sound of a magical portal opening nearby. The portal opened up on the pathway leading up to their hut, and Jaina Proudmoore emerged from it a moment later. The white and blond-haired human woman strode out from the portal, staff in hand, taking a moment to look at the beautiful and quaint surroundings of lush Nagrand. Her eyes fell on Thrall and Aggra's hut and her vigilant expression morphed into one of recognition as she made her way over to them.
The Mag'har orcess was a bit nervous, truth be told, and she sensed that her husband felt the same way, though they both had a good way of hiding it. She didn't know what to expect when Jaina Proudmoore arrived, or if she would take well to what they were soon going to propose to her. She was a bit antsy the whole morning on the way to and from the ancestral Mag'har settlement of Garadar, where she was leaving her children for the rest of the day with one of the local orc females who she and Thrall were close friends with. Her first nagging thought during that trip was, would Jaina even show up at all? Seeing the sorceress here though brought a touch of relief to Aggra, knowing that Jaina had at least answered Thrall's message, though it did nothing yet to assuage Aggra's other concerns for what they had planned for Jaina.
Nevertheless, Aggra was once again dazzled by the Alliance's woman's feminine grace and beauty, especially now that the orcess had begun to look at her in a different light following the "mishap" with her husband fantasizing about Jaina. As Jaina walked up to meet them, Aggra tried her hardest not to ogle her, but nonetheless took note of the confidence in the other woman's stride, the way her lord admiral's garb was form-fitting to her slender body and the way her bodice revealed just the perfect bit of Jaina's lovely cleavage for Aggra and Thrall to appreciate, and the way the Nagrand sun accentuated her unique hair pattern, seeming to make the streak of blond stand out. Jaina being dressed more conservatively than both Aggra and Thrall did nothing to downplay Aggra's attraction for this woman; if anything, it made her all the more eager to help her husband strip all that clothing off her to reveal the lovely form hiding underneath, assuming all proceeded as well as they were hoping.
Jaina stepped up to both of them, and she turned first to Thrall. Aggra noted at first that she was not smiling, but rather appeared a bit concerned. "Thrall, I got your message. Are you alright? Is it Sylvanas? Have she and Nathanos been-"
Thrall raised a hand up to politely stop her. "No, no, Jaina, nothing like that. All is well here, and we've seen no sign of Sylvanas since she and Nathanos fled. I apologize if my message was brief and vague. It was not my intention to needlessly give you cause for concern."
Jaina's shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh of relief. "Oh...oh, well, that's good." She gave a gentle smile at the both of them. "I apologize for getting alarmed. I'm quite glad to hear that you are well and have had no trouble."
Thrall smirked at her in a way that accentuated his tusks. "No trouble apart from a rambunctious wife and children." Aggra playfully smacked at arm at that.
Jaina smiled at him before turning to Aggra herself. "Aggralan, it's very good to see you again."
Aggra returned the smile and gave a small bow back at her. "Lord Admiral, welcome to our home. And please, just call me Aggra."
Jaina nodded, looking back at Thrall. "Forgive me for asking, but if there is nothing to be concerned about here in Nagrand, then why did you ask me here?"
To tear your clothes off, eat your cunt and fuck your brains out, Aggra thought with a wry bit of amusement.
Thrall looked back at his wife and then to his old friend. "Truth be told, Jaina, we didn't get much time to talk these past months. And now that the war is over, Aggra and I were thinking that it would be nice to...reconnect in private."
Her husband put it far more diplomatically than Aggra would have. Had Aggra been the one to speak, she likely would've been a little too truthful about their intentions, scaring Jaina off from the idea outright.
"I'm not sure, Thrall. That's very kind of you both, and I don't want to be ungrateful, but there's so much still to do in Boralus, feelers to put out on Sylvanas' whereabouts, refugees to account for..."
"Jaina," Thrall said again, causing her to pause. "Surely some of this can wait for one day, can't it? You are an important leader to your people, I understand this better than anyone, but you are a person of your own too, and you need to take some time away from it all every now and again."
Jaina opened her mouth to protest, before rubbing her arm and sighing. "You may be right. Still, settling down, even briefly, is...difficult, for me. Has been for a while."
Aggra looked at the human woman with sympathy, seeing how hard it was for her to find peace, probably ever since what Garrosh had done to her and to Theramore. "Jaina. It would make Go'el and I very happy if you could give us a few hours of your time. He is eager to speak with you again, not as leaders of your respective people, but as friends, and I would like a chance to get to know you better," Aggra explained with a smile.
The conflict between her many duties and the personal desire to have some time for herself clearly played out in Jaina's head for a few moments, before the latter finally won out. She nodded. "That...sounds quite nice, Aggra, Thrall. I would very much like to stay a while. Thank you both for the hospitality," she said with a small smile.
Aggra's face brightened warmly at this answer. "We are glad to hear it. Please, come inside. We prepared some food and drink, and you are welcome to join us."
Jaina nodded, following Aggra and Thrall into their hut. Looking over her shoulder, Aggra caught a brief glimpse of Jaina's eyes on Thrall's back as she followed them into the hut. Aggra smiled to herself; although this was minor and relatively harmless, it was a good sign of things to come, she hoped. Her husband was shirtless as was normal for him, leaving little to the imagination in terms of his muscular green physique, and this clearly hadn't gone unnoticed by the human woman.
Thrall and Aggra's hut was quite cozy and comfortable, the scent of spices and herbs filling the air from Aggra's cooking earlier. The main area of the hut was adorned with furs to sit on, and a small wooden table to eat at. With the sun going down, Aggra had lit a small selection of candles around the hut to bath the orc dwelling in a serene atmosphere. From a look at Jaina, Aggra was pleased to see that Jaina seemed to appreciate the humble but comfortable-looking home.
"This is a lovely home," Jaina said politely. She looked around, noticing the adjoining rooms. "Where are your children?"
"One of the women in the village is watching them. She has children of her own, so Durak and Rezhe will certainly enjoy being away from us for a while," Thrall chuckled.
Thrall encouraged Jaina to sit down at their small table, and Aggra was pleased to see that Thrall had gently taken Jaina by the hand as he did so. Her husband was making more gentle, gradual physical contact with the human woman as their time with her progressed, and Jaina seemed warm and welcoming of it. Aggra made quick about returning to the table with plates of smoked meat, fruits, vegetables and wine. Jaina's eyes widened from the spread they'd prepared.
"Oh, Thrall, Aggra, there was no need to go to such lengths for me," she said.
Aggra smiled, sitting down beside Jaina. She gently patted the other woman's shoulder. "It was our pleasure, Jaina."
Thrall and Aggra began to dig in, and Jaina followed suit. As they ate, Jaina constantly complimented them on the meal, pleasing the both of them. Thrall took up the bottle of wine and poured each of them a glass. Jaina took a whiff as Thrall handed it to her. "Is this draenic vintage?" she asked.
"It is," Thrall replied. "Given to us by some of the local draenei after we helped them with some aggressive arakkoa who were causing problems for them. Considering the history of the orcs and draenei in this world, I can't say I ever expected being gifted wine from a draenei."