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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 4a/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-29 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)When she returned to Candlehearth Hall that evening, Roliand was waiting for her. He was dressed simply, his shirt fell open at the neck, revealing tanned muscle and a light dusting of hair. When he saw her looking, he smiled that predatory smile that made her stomach flop in anticipation, and then handed her a mug of ale.
“No more fights with practice dummies, I see,” he leaned back in his chair, watching her with that smile still firmly in place.
She made a face at him, then took a healthy gulp of ale. She wouldn’t dignify it with a response. After a moment of silence from her, when he realized she wasn’t going to rise to the bait, he laughed.
Gods but his laugh was wonderful. It rumbled from deep in his chest, and it sounded so genuine, whether he was laughing at her or with her. And he laughed so easily. She didn’t know anyone else like that. Other people were more guarded, harder to please, less apt to smile. But here was Roliand, apparently-reformed Bandit-turned-Mercenary, someone who clearly had seen battle more than once, and he still laughed with the innocence of youth.
“So what did you do this afternoon then, princess?” His eyes sparkled in the firelight, and though she wanted to stare at them, she tore her gaze away, instead examining the way his fingers teased the engravings on his tankard. His hands were big, strong, rough. Nords tended to have tough hands, and she appreciated that about them. They never shied away from hard work, and it showed. Roliand’s fingers were long, his hands clean. She watched, entranced, as he traced small circles around some nuance in the pattern.
When she realized he was doing it deliberately to tease her, she tore her gaze away. Her cheeks flamed uncharacteristically. She was normally so unflappable, so secure, but here she was blushing like a girl.
“Why do you call me that?” She hadn’t intended to ask the question, since it didn’t really bother her, but it seemed a better topic than her day, and it felt like a safe distraction from the direction her thoughts had been headed so recently.
“Princess?” He paused, she nodded. “Imperials are usually so... snooty.” He shrugged. “I thought you’d be like that too, at first.”
“And then?”
“And then...” He leaned forward, caught her chin and drew her closer gently. She leaned in, letting him guide her until their faces were inches apart. His lips just brushed hers, the touch so light she couldn’t be sure she’d felt it. “You proved me right.”
"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 4b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-29 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)“You’re beautiful when you’re angry.” She caught his eyes, and quirked a brow upward.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Not that much, princess.” His voice was warm, low and tempting and she wanted so badly to believe him. She liked the idea of being attractive, whether she was angry or not. It wasn’t something that mattered to her much; most of the time she was a warrior first and a woman second. Her looks didn’t matter except when she was seducing someone.
Thing was, Roliand was one of the best looking men she’d ever seen, and despite—or maybe because of—his teasing, she was incredibly attracted to him. Whenever she looked at him, she felt this need. But he was with her because of the coin she offered for the escort to Whiterun, and she had no illusions about the nature of their relationship.
Roliand’s foot nudged hers, jerking her back to the present. He stood, and offered her his hand. She eyed it warily at first, but then let him pull her to her feet.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Roliand said, “Early morning tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course.” She nodded, and began heading back to her room, not realizing until he stopped behind her as she fiddled with the door once more that he intended to stay with her. She smiled, realizing that maybe he liked her a bit more than she’d given him credit for. Before she turned to him though, she schooled her features into the haughtiest expression she could muster. “So I’m expected to share my bed with the help now?”
He threw back his head and laughed. His hands rested upon her waist familiarly, and she found herself wishing that she hadn’t donned her armor earlier so she could feel it.
“I could go sleep somewhere else, if you’d prefer.” He let his hands drop to his sides, and stepped back. “Though I thought we might both sleep better if we were worn out...”
His eyes ran along her body suggestively, and she felt goosebumps rising on her skin. The man had no right being as attractive as he was. A stronger woman than she might have been able to resist him, but she was not that woman, and was not sure she wanted to be.
She reached out with her good hand and caught the neck of his shirt, pulling him against her and into a bruising kiss. He fumbled with the door behind her, stumbling through it with her when it opened.
He kicked the door shut behind them, and then let his gaze rake over her once more. She tried to remove her armor, and fumbled. Her left hand had been capable once, she was sure of it. But when he was staring at her like that, and she was so impatient to get it off, she just... couldn’t.
He caught her good hand and drew it away from her armor. She let it fall to her side as he began working at her armor, unfastening it with as much familiarity as she had his just the night before. A small, traitorous part of her rebelled at the idea of him removing someone else’s armor as he did hers, but she squashed it.
She had no right to be jealous over encounters he’d had before. She had no claim over him, had never had a claim over him. Besides, right now, he was here with her, and his attention was on her, not anyone else. The past was the past.
The worst part was the arm guards. He bumped her hand once, and she hissed in pain. He flinched, and proceeded even more slowly.
"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 4c/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-29 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)He caught the hem of her undershirt, fiddled with it. His hands brushed against her bare belly as he did so, and her breath caught in her throat. Roliand smiled, and tugged it up. She raised her arms, let him slide it up and over her head. He was careful as he pulled it off her right arm, guiding it so the fabric wouldn’t catch and tug at the wrapping the healer had left.
His hands were on her hips once more, catching the fabric of her pants and pulling them down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Roliand’s hands feathered up her sides, touching her gently, teasing her until she was pressing into him, desperate to feel more. He was still clothed, too clothed, really. She did what she could with her left hand, tugging his shirt up, exposing the hard muscle of his abdomen. But it was hard; undressing herself would have been difficult, undressing him was impossible.
He caught her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it, and then stepped back. She watched as he undressed himself. Another man might have teased her, drawn it out, but he moved quickly, the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the unmistakable lump in his pants showing her why.
As he stood naked before her, and she once again appraised his body, she became certain that she could never get tired of seeing him this way. She ran her good hand along his torso, tracing the pattern of scars. She came to one on his ribs, traced her fingers along it, he shivered.
Her good hand ran along his belly, and caught his erection. She stroked along it, reveling in the way his breathing shifted. She leaned into him, her breasts brushing his chest. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her. She tilted her head up, offering, and he seized her mouth in a desperate kiss.
“Kathryn,” he groaned, and this time it was her turn to shiver. His hands clenched tighter, his fingers pressing bruisingly hard. She nibbled along his neck, alternating harder bites with soft kisses, until he was lifting her up and laying her back on the bed.
His hand slid along her body until he found that spot between her thighs. His fingers stroked her, catching the sensitive nub and teasing it until she, too, was gasping. Her hand on his erection stilled, the mechanics of stroking him too difficult for her brain at that moment. He plunged one finger into her, his thumb still working her clit, until she was sobbing out a litany of “please, please, please.” He moved in, captured her nipple in his mouth, and filled her with another finger and that was enough. She climaxed, clenching down on his fingers, gasping and crying out.
He rolled onto his back, and tugged her until she straddled him. He smiled up at her, that predatory smile that she was beginning to love. She lowered herself onto him slowly, until he was fully inside her. She held the position, then lifted herself still slowly. He made a noise, and then tugged her down, so she was on her elbows, her cheek brushing his. He kissed her quickly, and then braced her hips with his hands and began to move.
She gasped, a series of small moans escaping her with each thrust. His movement grew erratic as he began to thrust in earnest, and then he was pressing her onto him and murmuring words she couldn’t begin to comprehend as he climaxed inside her. His hands stayed on her hips, holding her in place for a moment longer. She stayed, her lips brushing along his jaw in a series of kisses until he relaxed.
She rolled onto the bed beside him. He tugged her close once more, and fell asleep.
Kathryn lay there in the dimness of the room for a few more minutes, contemplating Roliand. She was well aware that things were quickly becoming far more complicated than she had bargained for when she’d met him again just yesterday, but she wasn’t sure she could muster the energy to care.
She snuggled closer, pulled the blankets over them both, and let herself drift to sleep.
Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 4c/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit OP
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