Warcraft Fan Fiction ❯ Tears in the Rain ❯ Confessions under the Moon ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: World of Warcraft, the cultures, places and peoples are all owned and created by Blizzard. I only play the game and wanted to write some fan fiction about the characters I have created! Enjoy!

WARNING - This story contains mature material (*cough* SEX *cough*) so if anyone is grossed out by that or is under 17 - GO BACK NOW! This also isn’t a typical PWP. I like to write with an actual story - plus I write the intimacy in a tasteful manner. I hope you enjoy! Thanks :D

A/N – To explain in brief, certain terms that Jayda uses: to say that someone is your Chosen means that they are a soul mate. Your ‘one true love’ in other words. When saying that someone is married, she would say that they are Bonded.

The events in this story are close to what actually happened at RP events in the game. Of course, any parts where Jayda and Faalkor are together are made up by me because I play both of them. ^^ Sadly guild members Lasmirria, Adorn and Memnokh, Braum and Sarden (who are mentioned in this story) are not with Maelstrom anymore and have joined with another group. We are currently under a new guild leader.



“Tears in the Rain” part 2 of 3 - A World of Warcraft Fan fiction (NC-17)
Written by: Sparrow (AKA Djehuti)


A Month Later…

Stormwind was alive with bursts of color, music and celebration. It was the beginning of spring, and it seemed everyone in Azeroth was filling the city to make merry and spend time with friends. There was partying, drinking and the telling of stories. As the full moon rose into the sky, a formal dance in the park came to its peak as fireworks burst into a myriad of stars above. The area was full of people, and music was loud and joyous. There was much laughter and celebration. This was always a fun time of year.

It had been a while since Jayda had set hoof in the human city. The last time she had been here was the last time she had seen Faalkor. He had since then traveled to the night elf lands in Northwestern Kalimdor to lend assistance to the druids there. She did not know if he had come back to Stormwind for the celebrations. She herself had been in Theramore - helping Jaina Proudmoore with various tasks in the Dustwallow Marshes. She had even done some traveling through some dangerous lands such as The Barrens and Thousand Needles. She even went as far as Tanaris to the goblin city of Gadgetzan.

This would be her first spring celebration here on this planet...and so this was as good a learning experience as any. She was happy to observe off to the side with ale in hand and watch the goings on around her. Jayda saw several of her guild mates from Maelstrom dancing and partying the night away. Quite a few were draenei like herself. She had to laugh as one of them, an energetic fellow named Memnokh, drank one of his odd concoctions and turned himself into a skeleton wearing a loincloth. He whooped and danced into the crowds among cheers and raucous laughter. Another loud pair, a human warrior named Sarden and a draenei mage named Sares were bickering and bantering with wide hand gestures and nearly spilling their drinks onto themselves. It was clear they were all ready quite full of drink.

She knew the guild leader Braum - a shaman like Faalkor - was around here somewhere. She had spotted her sister Aial earlier, and had hugged her in greeting to talk briefly. Apparently Aial was going to be speaking to Braum about merging The Shadow Guard with Maelstrom. Jayda had been a member of her sister's guild, but had joined Maelstrom to scout it out after hearing such good things about it from Faalkor. The two shamans must have found each other to go speak about business in a quieter place.

Not all of the Maelstrom guild was draenei either. She spotted a good friend, a night elf hunter named Lasmirria along with her human Bonded Adorn. Adorn was a paladin and Jayda looked up to him for guidance often. Smiling she made her way through the throngs of people to approach, careful not to walk over or on smaller people than herself. She spotted Lasmirria's beloved pet Amber, a large golden feline with dark spots. The cat was stretched out off to the side, watching them.

"Lasmirria!" She called out happily with a wave. "Long time not see yes?"

The pretty night elf woman looked up with a grin, her glowing white eyes looking like stars. In contrast to her pale skin, her hair was a deep indigo like the night sky. The night elves were truly a fascinating race. "Jayda! Glad to see you could make it." The two women had to yell in order to be heard above the loud music and voices. "Nice dress!"

Jayda looked down at herself then twirled around with arms outstretched to allow the fabric to swirl around her legs. "I find good buy! It not often I dress up. Wearing such light fabric and not heavy armor make me feel like I naked!" She laughed. The dress itself was made of a deep purple color with gold trim. She was wearing a white cloak with gold trim and matching shoulder decoration. Not used to wearing such things, even if it was a simple outfit - made her feel as if she was royalty. The draenei paladin gave her friend a big hug, just as Adorn came up with more drinks.

“Lady Jayda, good to see you could make it to the party!” He said pleasantly, handing his Bonded a drink and taking a swig of his own.

Jayda nodded. “Yes, it been busy in Theramore as of late. I able to take leave to come! I happy yes!” She found herself looking about the crowd as if searching for someone. “Have you seen Faalkor? He come? I not find him…”

Lasmirria shrugged. “I haven’t seen him Jayda…but if I spot him I’ll tell him you’re here!” She grinned with a teasing wink. “I’m sure he’ll be really pleased about that!”

Jayda caught the tease and blushed a deep indigo. Truly it had been a good while – too long in her opinion – since she had seen him so her heart pounded with the mere thought that she could see him tonight. She took a large gulp of her ale to cover up her shy embarrassment feeling the warmth of the drink blossom in her stomach. She was all ready feeling a pleasant buzz after drinking a few of them.

“Don’t be so shy Jayda!” Lasmirria laughed with a friendly arm around her friend’s shoulders. “It’s so obvious there’s no secret! Just go on up to him and tell him!”

Adorn chuckled. “Just get a few more of those in you and that should help your shyness…” He teased, gesturing at her half full mug of ale. Jayda shook her head at her friends, looking down for a few moments with a brief laugh. It was all fun and laughs and she didn’t mind the banter…but all this was easier said than done! Perhaps Adorn did have a point, she thought as she downed the rest of her drink. Her initial discomfort was fast receding at least to be replaced by a pleasant warm fuzzy feeling.

Time passed and the party still was going strong after a couple hours. Jayda was dancing with Lasmirria and another friend that happened to drop by – a night elf warrior named Yager. She had used to know the white haired warrior when she was with her back in The Shadow Guard. By this time, her worries had left her mind and she relaxed and enjoyed herself. It was when Lasmirria sidled over and tapped her shoulder to get her attention that Jayda came back to her senses and looked to where the night elf huntress was pointing. At the entrance to the park, the lanterns illuminated a tall male draenei with black hair pulled up into a ponytail. He was wearing robes of deep blues and green. It was definitely Faalkor. Jayda recognized the feathered head dress as a gift she had sent him for achieving his Totem of Air recently. Feeling quite bold, the paladin straightened to her full height, squared her shoulders and marched off into the crowd. Her friends waved and cheered her on.


Faalkor looked around in wonder at the party. Even this late it didn’t look like it was going to slow down any time soon. He had thought that it would be dying down and had regretted his lateness. He had been traveling long today – and by the time he had finally arrived at an Inn and changed into something more comfortable he had feared that he had missed it all. He was relieved that this wasn’t the case. Looking over the crowd intently while staying on the outskirts of the park, he saw many new faces he didn’t recognize but he also saw faces that he did know. A lot of them were guild mates while others were people he had met in passing during his travels. One face in particular that he longed to see the most he could not spot among the crowds of merry makers.

Not used to crowds and not feeling completely at ease, Faalkor waded into the sea of people keeping an eye out for his dear friend. The music was quite lively and he found himself enjoying it as the colors and the sights enthralled his senses. He didn’t recall ever being in a celebration like this…or this large in many many years. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around quickly to spot two very familiar night elves.

“Lasmirria!” He greeted. “Yager! It’s good to see you both.” He said with a wide grin.

“Adorn just went to get more drinks…if you are looking for Jayda she went that-a-way.” Lasmirria winked, pointing towards the far side of the park. “She’s been looking for you and hoping on finding you.”

Faalkor could feel his face get warm and he nodded with a shy grin. “That is good…I was hoping on seeing her this evening.” It was at that moment that Adorn came back with mugs in hand, and he gave some to the night elf women and then greeted Faalkor with familiarity.

“Good to see you Faalkor. Congratulations on earning your Air Totem. The news spread through the guild like wildfire this week.”

Faalkor tilted his head with a small bow. “You have my thanks good friend.”

“Here, have a drink…go have fun and find Jayda! She’s not that far..” Adorn handed the shaman his untouched drink and patted his arm encouragingly before moving off with his wife and friends. Faalkor waved as they wandered off to go dance some more and headed in the direction that Lasmirria had pointed. He spotted a skeleton in a loincloth running through the crowd followed by a scraggly looking human pirate…probably Memnokh and Sares playing with their crazy potions again. Faalkor couldn’t suppress a laugh as they ran past him and he continued wading through the people until he came to the far side of the park. He sipped at his ale and looked back through the people to see if he could find Jayda, standing as tall as he could get so that he could peer over people’s heads.

It was in this slightly unbalanced position, that a pair of hands fisted his robes and yanked hard from behind – causing him to almost yelp in surprise as he flailed backwards. It was a wonder he didn’t spill his drink all over himself. He caught his balance with a hand resting on the side of a building and his eyes flared in irritation as he turned to glare at the culprit.

“Listen here you -” He snapped…then his jaw dropped slightly as his irritation faded into surprise. Jayda was standing before him with a strange look on her face…and Faalkor had a sinking feeling that something was wrong. He immediately switched to their native tongue. “Jayda, why did you -?”

She shook her head, cutting him off. “I need to talk to you about something important…” She said finally, raising her voice to be heard over the party. “In private…it is urgent!” She grabbed Faalkor’s hand, tugging him into a narrow alley between two buildings. Extremely worried now, Faalkor allowed her to lead him into the smaller space. It was dimmer here and not as well lit. Though the party was nearby, it was subdued enough that they wouldn’t have to yell quite so loud to be heard. Moonlight shone from above them – making a small pool of light in which they stood.

Positive that they were alone and that they wouldn’t be interrupted, Faalkor stopped and faced his friend, his expression filled with deep concern. “Dear one please….what is the matter?” Jayda looked as if she was to speak just as a flurry of fireworks went off above them, drowning out her words. Faalkor leaned down closer so that he could hear better. “Jayda….whatever has happened I will do what I can to help…please tell me wha –”

That was as far as the shaman got…for as soon as he had bent down, Jayda had suddenly grabbed the collar of his robe and had tugged, causing him to lurch slightly into her. His words were lost as her lips suddenly crashed against his own, kissing him with an almost frantic hunger and desperation. He could taste the sweet flavor of whatever she had been drinking on her lips and wondered vaguely if she had drank too much…but those thoughts were fading into a numb fuzziness as his world came crashing down about him to a grinding halt. The half full mug of ale slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground un-noticed. He felt his back come up against the wall and the force of her kiss caused his head to bump very lightly against the wood siding of the building. She pulled away then after a few moments and stepped back, releasing the hold on his collar.

Faalkor stared at her in a daze – mouth partially open in shock at this sudden display of initiative. He definitely hadn’t been expecting that. More seconds passed as they stared at each other and Faalkor finally felt that he had gained his voice back. He was just starting to say a word when Jayda raised her hand, placing a finger across his lips very similar to when he had done the same to her those few months ago.

“Shh….listen…” She said….eyes lit with determination. She had an intent look on her face, as she often did when preparing for a battle…or when she was training. But…this was different. The shaman watched her with wide questioning eyes, and she looked as if she was about to speak. She looked down…then up at his face…then started to open her mouth….

….And a sob escaped as her courage crumbled…and her face nearly broke Faalkor’s heart. Her hands clenched into fists and she was trembling from horn to hoof. It was with a sudden jolt that Faalkor realized that she was….scared, Naaru she was afraid! Why would she fear him? He immediately reached out to her but she grabbed his wrists, gripping them tightly in her long fingers. She looked up at him eyes blazing – tears shining on her cheeks as she drew in a shaking breath.

“Be…..be my Chosen!” She cried. The desire to say those words was so great that they nearly burst from her.

Faalkor felt himself sag back against the wall directly behind him, feeling as if the unspoken tension between them had come to a point where it could not be contained any longer. With the sudden release, it was as if a dam had broken, and it left him weak and shaking with subconscious relief. He had always thought that Jayda was beautiful but in this moment, she was stunning. The lights from the fireworks and the full moon above illuminated her azure skin and hair almost making her glow. Her eyes shone like stars, illuminating the tears on her cheeks like little gems. The dress she was wearing he had never seen before and it hugged her slender form perfectly. By the seven sacred crystals! Her Chosen!

During this long interval she had bowed her head, tears flowing silently down her face. Unable to stand it and nearly in tears himself, Faalkor removed his wrists from her loosened grip and grabbed her tightly. He hugged her to him in a tremulous yet firm embrace.

“Oh my dear Jayda. My precious dear one!” He soothed – voice thick with emotion. He kissed the top of her head. “You had no need to ask…for you were always my Chosen one.” He lowered his head to gently kiss the tears from her face. “You may not remember all…but I have loved you for a very long time. Do not fear me my dear one! You have nothing to fear…” He rested his forehead against hers in an age old gesture between Chosen – to show their connection – before kissing it.

Jayda squeezed her arms around his waist as tightly as if her life depended on it. The tears still flowed as he kissed her face but they were tears of unimaginable joy. She looked up as he pulled away slightly, reaching up to cup his face between her hands. The feathered headdress around his head and along his cheeks framed the strong angles of his face and accentuated them. His glowing eyes were gazing at her now – shimmering with unshed tears and filled with devotion.

“Faalkor..” She whispered, stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes briefly and she felt a single tear brush over her thumb. “My Chosen, I love you so much!”

It was then that he chose that moment to draw her closer for a gentle kiss. It soothed her and warmed her all over as he poured all of his love and care into such an intimate gesture. She trembled in his arms, feeling as if time stopped around her and she didn’t feel any intention of leaving them any time soon. She shivered as she felt his fingers run through her hair and she was sure she felt him shiver too as her arms tightened around him. Fireworks burst again in the sky, echoing the bursts of sensations the both of them felt as their kiss deepened. Faalkor shuddered as he felt Jayda grow bold and run her tongue along his lips before suckling gently as if in invitation, but when he responded to it she backed off slightly with a teasing smirk against his lips.

With an amused sound in his throat, Faalkor teased her right back, keeping so achingly close to her mouth but barely touching so as to drive her crazy. Then when his lips caressed her cheek and steadily moved down to her neck, her fingers fluttered to grasp his shoulders as she sighed with need. Faalkor took great delight in the whisper soft sounds she was making as he gently kissed and nibbled along the sensitive skin of the smooth line of her jaw. He gently nuzzled, then lapped gently at the base of the delicate tendrils growing just beneath her ear – careful to not dislodge the decorative bands she wore there. When he teasingly nibbled this sensitive spot he felt her arch against him in reaction with a gasp.

“Oh!” She pulled away slightly, holding onto his shoulders and looking up at him with an expression that made his body ache with longing. He could see her eyes glowing with a very similar need, as the two of them paused a moment to catch their breaths. “N-not here.” She whispered…caressing his face. “Where are you staying tonight?”

Faalkor made sure he was able to talk before he responded, holding her free hand. “I am staying at the same place the last time we met here. The Innkeeper was able to save the room for me.” Jaya nodded, biting her lip slightly in a gesture of sudden shy nervousness.

“Please wait for me!” She whispered. “I have something to do…but I will come to you at the Inn when I am finished. I promise you this, my Chosen.”

Faalkor nodded, kissing her in a brief kiss of promise before she finally moved away. He watched her as she backed up a couple steps, turned and then ran from the alley with long strides. After a pause, he sank down to sit on an empty barrel, leaning against the wall of the building as he pondered in a daze what had just occurred. He happened to gaze down and spot the empty forgotten mug that he had dropped earlier. The ale had long spilled and absorbed into the ground.

“I….I think I’m going to need another.” He sighed and closed his eyes. The memory of Jayda’s touches still on his skin.


TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 3!!

A/N: Thanks for sticking around so far! Originally this was going to be in 2 chapters, but ended up being 3 since the second chapter was looking pretty long. I found a place to break it so I don’t mess up the flow of the story and voila! Sorry for the long wait – I hope the wait is worth it.