“How long have you been here?” He asked, not in a particularly friendly manner. “Oh, a while.” She rose from the seat and stretched her back. “I can leave, if you like.” “No, wait.” Ondolemar’s mind was a web of knotted threads, but one thing was certain - he didn’t want her to leave. “What are you doing here?” “Looking for you, really”, she answered, a glint of silver in her eyes reflecting the dim lights. “And yes, your next question will most certainly be ‘at this time of night’, and my answer will be…” her voice faded away and her gaze became distant. “Well, I’m a little tipsy, Lavender, and I wanted your company.” She walked up to him and placed her arms around his neck. “To put it frankly, I want your honey nut treat in my sweet roll, but I could just as easily settle for a nice chat over a bottle of mead.” He understood her metaphor quite clearly and his body reacted to it faster than his mind was able to hinder it. She was talking about it as if it was the most common thing in the world, her voice a hoarse murmur and those lips just inches away. He pulled her closer with a low grunt and lowered his face towards hers, but stopped. Her bent nose close to his, her breath already heavy of expectations. “This will only happen once”, he said with a grumble in his voice that he wasn’t prepared for, then he closed his eyes and kissed her.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Re: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 9
Date: 2015-08-05 03:33 pm (UTC)“Oh, a while.” She rose from the seat and stretched her back. “I can leave, if you like.”
“No, wait.” Ondolemar’s mind was a web of knotted threads, but one thing was certain - he didn’t want her to leave. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, really”, she answered, a glint of silver in her eyes reflecting the dim lights. “And yes, your next question will most certainly be ‘at this time of night’, and my answer will be…” her voice faded away and her gaze became distant. “Well, I’m a little tipsy, Lavender, and I wanted your company.” She walked up to him and placed her arms around his neck. “To put it frankly, I want your honey nut treat in my sweet roll, but I could just as easily settle for a nice chat over a bottle of mead.” He understood her metaphor quite clearly and his body reacted to it faster than his mind was able to hinder it. She was talking about it as if it was the most common thing in the world, her voice a hoarse murmur and those lips just inches away.
He pulled her closer with a low grunt and lowered his face towards hers, but stopped. Her bent nose close to his, her breath already heavy of expectations. “This will only happen once”, he said with a grumble in his voice that he wasn’t prepared for, then he closed his eyes and kissed her.