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Re: F!DB! Bosmer/Vilkas "So I married a thief"

[(Anonymous)]

“Oh, it's good to see you again, Dear!”

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She jolted upright when his hand and voice reached her. The stack of papers slid and twisted away from her suddenly fumbling fingers. With her heart hammering in her chest, she straightened up, slowly turned into his arms. She looked up into the hard, stubbly planes of his clenched jaw, higher and met his glinting eyes.

“Vilkas! You nearly scared the piss out of me!” She let her fingers walk slowly up his bare chest as she quirked an eyebrow at him “What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” His massive hands folded over hers, stopping the distracting, wandering digits with one hand while the other reached up and tugged the void-black hood from her flaxen head. Her glacier blue eyes narrowed slightly when his fingers bunched in her hair and tugged her head back.

“I was sound asleep, and then the sounds of someone burgling my wife's room woke me up.” He lowered his head, nose almost brushing hers as he seemed to stare into her very soul. “You know how I feel about thieves...” His fingertips traced the embroidered mask over the lower part of her face before roughly pulling it down under her pointed chin.

“Ah well-- as you can see, I'm not the thief you thought I was...” She stepped closer, pressing her long form against his. “It's good to see you too, Love.

“No, I think you're just the thief I thought you were. What is all of this...this...sneaking about, dressed in-what is that? Armor or pajamas? You promised to stop all of this!” His voice was still low, furious, barely contained. She could tell he wanted to shake her, but instead he breathed forcefully through his nose, trying to calm himself. He was going to punish her for this, but not here. It would be inappropriate to punish the Harbinger of the Companions in front of everyone. The noise would bring unwanted attention, and shame to her station. He easily swung her around, and pushed her towards the doors.

“Go home, wash up. Put on something decent. If you're still wearing that when I get home, I swear to Ysgramor, I'll cut it off of you!” Sensing that he was ready to start shouting, she turned away without comment, and slipped away, pulling her mask and hood back up over her features.


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As she passed down the long, carpeted stone hall, she heard the soft snick of Aela's door closing. Great, she probably heard the whole damn thing! Shit, Vilkas seems pretty damned mad...she shivered and headed upstairs, intent on getting back to Breezehome before her husband-- and his threats to cut her Nightingale armor off her body. Although the thought of his hands on her body after that, well that was another tale...

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