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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas stared at her retreating back long after she passed from sight and into the shadows. Eventually he exhaled, letting some of his disappointment and anger fade. He glanced down at the scattered pile of her papers, and knelt to gather them up. Why did she have to be so damned insolent sometimes? Damn it all to Oblivion, when she acted like that, he just wanted to turn her over his knee and spank her white, lovely ass until she gave in. Almost too bad she likes being spanked. He took his time straightening up her letters, tucked them back into the drawer she had dumped in her haste—so unlike her, she always closed everything when we were adventuring together more. What has her so ruffled? He straightened a few more things, picked up her forgotten travel pack, hefted its familiar weight over his shoulder. He would stop in his room and put on his boots, then walk the long way down to the house.

Vilkas pushed his way into Breezehome a short time later, calmer, but resolute. She needs to stop hiding things from me. He hung her pack on a peg and crept upstairs, skipping the two creaky ones by long habit. She was waiting inside, cross-legged on the middle of their big bed. Her face was clean of paint, clad in a simple linen dress. She was stupefyingly beautiful to him, with her wide spaced pale eyes, long wolfish nose, the way her brows would lift in amusement, her infectious smile. She had poured them each some mead, both cups sat untouched on a tray by the bed.

Vilkas stood at the end of the bed, staring at his wife, silver eyes tracing her lean curves through the dress. He never could help himself, when she was in his sight, nothing else registered. He helped himself to a cup of mead and sipped, silently, watching her hands flutter in her lap.

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She knew from his silence, and the order to go wash and change he had something he was planning and she twitched a little in anticipation the entire time he was making his way here. She knew she could try to explain what was going on, but right now, she would only sound as though she was trying to justify her actions. No, she wasn't about to argue with him. I will explain what I was doing and why- His voice cut across her thoughts, bringing her back to where they were.

“Straps, and don't let go, or I'll make it much, much worse for you.” She meekly slid off the bed and reached under the mattress to pull out two long leather thongs, with loops sewn into the ends. Somewhat saucily, she scooted close to him at the end of the bed and looped the straps over her wrists. With pursed lips she slowly bent over in front of her husband, leaning over the end of the bed, arms stretched wide.

One of his huge hands came to rest gently on her hip, and slid slowly across the top swell of her ass, the other played across the back of her thigh, nails scratching through the thin fabric. She moaned a tiny bit at the caress on her sensitive skin. Abruptly, his hands were gone, and a tiny disappointed noise escaped her lips.

“None of that or I'll bind your mouth. Can't have you shouting our house down around us now can we?” He softly threatened, bending to remove his boots, ignoring the thrilling wiggle of her hips as she complained. When the boots were off, he wandered over to the nightstand, rummaging through, a scowl on his handsome face. He picked up a leather paddle and tested it sharply against his inner arm, but wasn't satisfied. He dropped it back in the drawer and closed it with his thigh. He would just use his hands, more enjoyment for him out of it that way.

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