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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 2b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit

[(Anonymous)]

“So, Roliand,” She sat forward, elbows on the table, fingers templed before her lips. “How does one go from bandit leader to old mercenary’s protégé?”

“How did you go from bumbling mercenary to a companion?” he retorted, one dark eyebrow twitching higher. “Things change.”

She was tempted to pursue that, to poke at him until he told her more. What she really wanted to know was if their last encounter had changed him as it had her, and if he was as attracted to her as she was to him.

“Not too much, I hope?” She asked, standing carefully. “I’ve a room, if you’re interested.”

He stayed seated, and she resisted the urge to give into the wave of disappointment she felt. She’d hoped he was interested in her still, but clearly that had been too much to ask for. To preserve her pride, she kept walking. Behind her, his chair scraped across the floor. She smiled. Perhaps held more promise than she’d initially thought.

He was silent as they traversed the short distance from their table to her room, the only hint that he was even there was the sound of his feet on the floorboards just behind her, and even that was quieter than she would have expected from him. When they reached her door, and she fumbled with the latch, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him.

“I had hoped to see you again, princess.” He whispered, his breath stirring the hair by her ears. His lips brushed against her earlobe, and she felt herself angling her head to give him access to her neck. He chuckled, and she felt his chest vibrate against her back, and then his teeth were grazing across the sensitive skin and she was sighing and softening in his arms.

Her fingers fumbled clumsily at the door, but she got it open, and drew him in behind her. The door clicked shut, and she flipped the lock.

She looked up at him, her smile growing with each passing moment. She’d rented the room hours earlier, so most of her armor and heavier gear was stowed here. She wore a simple dress, the bodice cut low enough to show the swells of her breasts, the lacings tight enough to show her trim waist. The skirts were full enough to fall nicely off the flare of her hips. She only owned one dress, and had made a point of getting it tailored to show her at her best.

Because if it didn’t make her look and feel beautiful, then what was the point.

She’d seen Roliand’s gaze on her cleavage at the table, had known that at the very least he was physically interested in her. She had not, however, been so certain that his interest would translate into... this.

He was armored, unsurprisingly, in another Nord favorite. The steel was certainly of higher quality than the leather he’d worn before, so she had to assume mercenary work had gone well for him financially. It fit him well, even. She closed the distance between their bodies, and pressed herself against him.

“So tell me, handsome,” Her lips feathered kisses along his jaw as she unbuckled his armor efficiently. “Did you miss me?”

His hands caught her waist as he turned his head to claim her lips. His hands slid down her body until he was holding her ass, pulling her hard against him. His tongue pressed against her lips, which she parted to give him entrance. He took advantage of the gesture to capture her lower lip and nibble on it.

When he pulled back a moment later, she used the gap between them to finish removing the armor on his upper body.

Once again he was topless before her, and she was reminded of just how perfect a specimen he really was. There were a few scars that had to be recent, his skin the brighter pink of a new scar instead of the faded whiteness of old scarring. Her fingers gently traced the marks, an unintentional gesture of tenderness and concern.

Of course he noticed.

“I think you’re the one who missed me, princess.” His fingers worked at the bodice of her dress, unfastening the garment easily and sliding it off her shoulders. He tugged it down until it fell from her body, pooling on the floor by her feet. He let his gaze roam over her, taking her in.

She saw when he noticed her newest scar, a long, jagged mark that ran from one collarbone to the opposite hip. His dark brows knit, and his lips drew into a frown. His question was clear.