A/N: I'm still working on As Bad As Any Elf and The Old Fashioned Way (I promise!) but this prompt just fits so perfectly with my headcanon for Ro-Ro and Galmar that I had to do it.
Their wedding ceremony was over, their guests were trickling away, either to their homes or the Bee and Barb, and Rozenn and Galmar were wed.
"So, wife," Galmar drawled, with a slow, smug smile, "where are we to spend our wedding night?"
"Well," Rozenn replied, baring her teeth in a lusty grin, "I had considered my home in Whiterun, but it's too far, and isn't really livable just yet. I had also considered taking up Jarl Laila's offer of hospitality, but one of her sons is insufferable, and the other is ... also insufferable," she said after a brief hesitation, "And I would prefer some privacy for our first night as man and wife. So I suppose the Bee and Barb is as good a place as any. What do you think?"
"We could go back to Windhelm and make good use of my quarters," Galmar suggested.
"Now? But it's getting dark. And besides, we won't make Windhelm for at least a day. I want - I want our wedding night - I want younow, Galmar," Rozenn said urgently, gripping his hand tightly.
"So eager, wife? I must admit I am glad to hear it. I hope you remain as lusty a wench all the years of our lives," Galmar said, with a smile that verged on a leer.
He pulled her up against him, her legs dangling a foot above the ground, body to body, and devouring her mouth in a hungry kiss. They broke apart only when the need to breathe became urgent. He set her down on the ground again, breathing heavily.
"Tavern?" Rozenn suggested breathlessly.
"Tavern," Galmar confirmed with a growl.
Keerava was less than thrilled to see them. "No. Go away. I cannot afford a broken bed right now - thanks to your friend, Brynjolf."
Rozenn rolled her eyes. "If you'd paid correctly and on time your debt would not have built up - and we are not going to break the bed!"
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Breton," Galmar muttered.
"I know and you brought much valued custom to me. Too much custom. No empty beds. Two Jarls are sleeping here tonight! Two!"
"Gods, Keerava, I hope you put Balgruuf and Ulfric at opposite ends of the building," Rozenn said seriously.
"Why?" Keerava asked suspiciously.
"Don't you follow politics at all?" Galmar asked curiously.
"Balgruuf and Ulfric are not on speaking terms right now," Rozenn supplied diplomatically. "At least tell me there's a space between them."
"One room, one bed, between the Jarls and their disagreement," Keerava said at length. "It's not the best room because, as I said I have two Jarls staying tonight. And their stewards. And some other people I don't know but who paid early for their rooms."
"Once it has four legs and a mattress, a bed's a bed as far as I'm concerned," Rozenn said happily. "And it's good for two very specific tasks."
"Enough! Enough! I don't want to know what you two intend to do! I'll just show you up, and let you... make hatchlings... in peace," Keerava said, waving her arms about in distaste.
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Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 1 of 2
Date: 2013-06-28 02:31 pm (UTC)Tags: Series: Rozenn-the-Breton; Race: Breton; Characters: F!db, Galmar Stone-Fist, Keerava; Kinks: Crack/humour, fluff
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Their wedding ceremony was over, their guests were trickling away, either to their homes or the Bee and Barb, and Rozenn and Galmar were wed.
"So, wife," Galmar drawled, with a slow, smug smile, "where are we to spend our wedding night?"
"Well," Rozenn replied, baring her teeth in a lusty grin, "I had considered my home in Whiterun, but it's too far, and isn't really livable just yet. I had also considered taking up Jarl Laila's offer of hospitality, but one of her sons is insufferable, and the other is ... also insufferable," she said after a brief hesitation, "And I would prefer some privacy for our first night as man and wife. So I suppose the Bee and Barb is as good a place as any. What do you think?"
"We could go back to Windhelm and make good use of my quarters," Galmar suggested.
"Now? But it's getting dark. And besides, we won't make Windhelm for at least a day. I want - I want our wedding night - I want you now, Galmar," Rozenn said urgently, gripping his hand tightly.
"So eager, wife? I must admit I am glad to hear it. I hope you remain as lusty a wench all the years of our lives," Galmar said, with a smile that verged on a leer.
He pulled her up against him, her legs dangling a foot above the ground, body to body, and devouring her mouth in a hungry kiss. They broke apart only when the need to breathe became urgent. He set her down on the ground again, breathing heavily.
"Tavern?" Rozenn suggested breathlessly.
"Tavern," Galmar confirmed with a growl.
Keerava was less than thrilled to see them. "No. Go away. I cannot afford a broken bed right now - thanks to your friend, Brynjolf."
Rozenn rolled her eyes. "If you'd paid correctly and on time your debt would not have built up - and we are not going to break the bed!"
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Breton," Galmar muttered.
Rozenn elbowed him. "Please, Keerava? It's our wedding night."
"I know and you brought much valued custom to me. Too much custom. No empty beds. Two Jarls are sleeping here tonight! Two!"
"Gods, Keerava, I hope you put Balgruuf and Ulfric at opposite ends of the building," Rozenn said seriously.
"Why?" Keerava asked suspiciously.
"Don't you follow politics at all?" Galmar asked curiously.
"Balgruuf and Ulfric are not on speaking terms right now," Rozenn supplied diplomatically. "At least tell me there's a space between them."
"One room, one bed, between the Jarls and their disagreement," Keerava said at length. "It's not the best room because, as I said I have two Jarls staying tonight. And their stewards. And some other people I don't know but who paid early for their rooms."
"Once it has four legs and a mattress, a bed's a bed as far as I'm concerned," Rozenn said happily. "And it's good for two very specific tasks."
"Enough! Enough! I don't want to know what you two intend to do! I'll just show you up, and let you... make hatchlings... in peace," Keerava said, waving her arms about in distaste.
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