“So do I,” Farkas whispered, leaning forward and crushing Argis's lips with his own. Argis gasped, reaching out for Farkas's shoulders and for a moment Farkas wasn't sure if Argis wanted him to continue or was going to push him away. Then he felt Argis's lips open and the other man's arms around his shoulders and Argis was kissing him back. Farkas broke off, staring back at him and feeling rather pleased with himself to see Argis's face flushed and mouth hanging open.
“That was... um... where's your bed?” Argis gasped.
“Behind you,” Farkas growled, emerging from behind the bar and pulling Argis to him for another kiss, feeling Argis hard up against him, and while he might not normally have gone for men, Argis the Bulwark was clearly going for Farkas and that pleased him greatly.
Farkas pushed Argis back on to the bed and crawled on top of him, slowing down the pace as he helped strip Argis off before removing his own clothes, one battle-scarred warrior admiring another. He stretched out on top of him, kissing him rather more gently this time.
“Anyone ever tell you you're really fucking hot?” Farkas growled, nibbling at Argis's ear. Argis held on to him, mumbling incoherently. Farkas grinned and reached down to get his hands on Argis properly. This was going to be a good night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Argis wasn't in his bed when Elisif woke up. He wasn't upstairs either, and a quick chat with Aranea revealed he'd slipped out about half an hour after lights out. Farkas wasn't anywhere to be seen either.
So it was when both men finally made their separate appearances, Elisif finally sealed the letters for General Tullius and Falk Firebeard, passed them to Ria for delivery to Dragonsreach that afternoon to go in the Legion's next dispatch, and grinned up at her new housecarl.
“Took him up on it, did you?” she asked. Argis's impassive expression didn't shift but there was the faintest hint of a smile there.
“Yeah. And before you ask... it was all right.”
Farkas, on the other side of Jorrvaskr, glanced up from breakfast and grinned at Argis, raising a tankard. A faint shade of red crossed Argis's cheeks but he nodded quietly back. Well, at least someone knew a thing or two about how to handle their love life. More than the two Dunmer mages seemed to. Erandur was still glaring every time Aranea went anywhere near Athis. A good thing they were leaving today really.
“So where to,” Argis asked once they were on the open road. Elisif pointed up at High Hrothgar's silhouette, high up on the Throat's western shoulder.
“We're going up to the very top of that mountain. Argis, Aranea, when we get there, you're going to see wonders, and you have to promise not to tell another living soul. It would be very bad if you told anyone about what's up there.”
Aranea stared up at the clouds, tilted her head and smiled. “You know, I think I saw a vision of it once. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”
“Sworn to serve, High Queen,” Argis promised, although he was frowning up at High Hrothgar. “So we're going up the Throat. Spiritual heart of Nord-dom. Huh. Never thought I'd be going there. My Da's going to have a fit when he hears this. Not that I'll tell him secret stuff, but meeting Greybeards – he'll never get over this.”
“Your father's not fond of Nords?” Aranea said, pondering this. “But he must have got a bit friendly with one to have you.”
“He's Forsworn to the core,” Argis agreed. “But Ma saved his life and he made an exception for her. She died years ago, but I've still got him. Sort of.”
Elisif guessed a Forsworn father probably wouldn't be able to have a Nord son visit him very often, even if Argis had proved his loyalty to their cause. Maybe she could talk to Madanach, make inquiries, see if she could build bridges somehow. Although if she could get Madanach the Reach, the problem might solve itself.
But before that, she had a Shout to learn and she wasn't going to learn it down here. Sighing, she set off for Ivarstead. She had a long way to go.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 25.8
Date: 2014-03-23 02:41 pm (UTC)“That was... um... where's your bed?” Argis gasped.
“Behind you,” Farkas growled, emerging from behind the bar and pulling Argis to him for another kiss, feeling Argis hard up against him, and while he might not normally have gone for men, Argis the Bulwark was clearly going for Farkas and that pleased him greatly.
Farkas pushed Argis back on to the bed and crawled on top of him, slowing down the pace as he helped strip Argis off before removing his own clothes, one battle-scarred warrior admiring another. He stretched out on top of him, kissing him rather more gently this time.
“Anyone ever tell you you're really fucking hot?” Farkas growled, nibbling at Argis's ear. Argis held on to him, mumbling incoherently. Farkas grinned and reached down to get his hands on Argis properly. This was going to be a good night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Argis wasn't in his bed when Elisif woke up. He wasn't upstairs either, and a quick chat with Aranea revealed he'd slipped out about half an hour after lights out. Farkas wasn't anywhere to be seen either.
So it was when both men finally made their separate appearances, Elisif finally sealed the letters for General Tullius and Falk Firebeard, passed them to Ria for delivery to Dragonsreach that afternoon to go in the Legion's next dispatch, and grinned up at her new housecarl.
“Took him up on it, did you?” she asked. Argis's impassive expression didn't shift but there was the faintest hint of a smile there.
“Yeah. And before you ask... it was all right.”
Farkas, on the other side of Jorrvaskr, glanced up from breakfast and grinned at Argis, raising a tankard. A faint shade of red crossed Argis's cheeks but he nodded quietly back. Well, at least someone knew a thing or two about how to handle their love life. More than the two Dunmer mages seemed to. Erandur was still glaring every time Aranea went anywhere near Athis. A good thing they were leaving today really.
“So where to,” Argis asked once they were on the open road. Elisif pointed up at High Hrothgar's silhouette, high up on the Throat's western shoulder.
“We're going up to the very top of that mountain. Argis, Aranea, when we get there, you're going to see wonders, and you have to promise not to tell another living soul. It would be very bad if you told anyone about what's up there.”
Aranea stared up at the clouds, tilted her head and smiled. “You know, I think I saw a vision of it once. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”
“Sworn to serve, High Queen,” Argis promised, although he was frowning up at High Hrothgar. “So we're going up the Throat. Spiritual heart of Nord-dom. Huh. Never thought I'd be going there. My Da's going to have a fit when he hears this. Not that I'll tell him secret stuff, but meeting Greybeards – he'll never get over this.”
“Your father's not fond of Nords?” Aranea said, pondering this. “But he must have got a bit friendly with one to have you.”
“He's Forsworn to the core,” Argis agreed. “But Ma saved his life and he made an exception for her. She died years ago, but I've still got him. Sort of.”
Elisif guessed a Forsworn father probably wouldn't be able to have a Nord son visit him very often, even if Argis had proved his loyalty to their cause. Maybe she could talk to Madanach, make inquiries, see if she could build bridges somehow. Although if she could get Madanach the Reach, the problem might solve itself.
But before that, she had a Shout to learn and she wasn't going to learn it down here. Sighing, she set off for Ivarstead. She had a long way to go.