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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Using her beast form to travel, Aela arrived at the gates of Riften shortly after midnight. The guard had, predictably, tried to extort a "visitor's tax" from her before allowing entrance into the city, but one piercing look from the werewolf's fierce, green eyes halted him mid-smirk, and he opened the gates without another word. Aela had never liked Riften. The entire city stank of greed, corruption, and dead fish. Though the hour was late, Aela the Huntress strode purposefully through the town square and up to the door of a small, nondescript house near the docks. She didn't bother knocking. The door was unlocked, so Aela went inside. After all, she was expected.

Honeyside was a cozy, warm little house with an open layout and very little that would give away the true nature of its owner. Cheap little knickknacks lined the shelves and mantle, and a smoldering fire filled the kitchen and dining area with a dim, orange glow. The house was still and silent, and by all accounts appeared deserted. Aela knew better, however. Shrugging her traveling pack onto the ground by the door, the rust-haired Companion said casually to the empty air, "I would comment on leaving your door unlocked in such a notorious city, but you and I both know there's not a thief in Riften who would dare steal from you."

"Leadership does have its benefits," came the amused, equally casual reply from directly above. Aela looked up, jumping only slightly. Perched serenely on one of the rafter beams above the werewolf's head was a petite, slender young woman of about twenty years or so. She was quite beautiful, with long, white-blonde hair that cascaded in a silvery waterfall down to the middle of her back, and the palest blue eyes Aela had ever seen. Paired with her snowy-pale skin and simple, white tunic and tan trousers, the woman looked like a ghost hovering suspended in the air.

"The rafters, huh? That's a new one. I'll admit, you got me this time," conceded Aela. The woman winked and stated, "Let this be a lesson to you, sister. An enemy can come from anywhere, even above."

She leaned backwards on her precarious perch, hooking her knees around the beam and falling towards the ground, flipping to land lightly on her feet at the last second while simultaneously wrapping a thin arm around Aela's neck. The huntress felt the tip of the ebony knife the woman had unsheathed during her fall press gently against her throat.

"So don't let an enemy get the drop on you," she finished with that same amused tone. Unconcerned, Aela rolled her eyes and asked, "You done showing off?"

Aela could practically hear the pout in the woman's voice as she withdrew the blade and said, "I'm hurt, Aela. You don't sound glad to see me at all."

"Normal people don't tend to be overly happy to see those who greet them with knives," snorted Aela. The woman laughed, and the sound was terribly beautiful and bell-like in its musical tone. However, the tiny fangs glistening in the light as she opened her mouth somewhat ruined the innocent effect.

"Ah, but we aren't normal, are we?" countered the woman. "Nor are we people, for that matter. We play by different rules."

"Rules, Chrysanthe? I wasn't aware you had any," jabbed Aela, but her lips were beginning to quirk into the barest hint of a smile. Chrysanthe grinned toothily and said delightedly, "Oh, so you do remember my name. You haven't visited me in so long, I was starting to think you'd forgotten your good friend Chrysanthe altogether."

"Is that what this is about? You know, you could have just sent a courier if you wanted to catch up over tea. You didn't have to steal my fragment and send me running all over Skyrim."

"This way is so much more fun, though," pointed out the vampire playfully. "Besides, if I sent a courier, your little guard-pups might try to stop you from seeing me."

"You mean the twins?"

Chrysanthe smiled. "Yes, and how are those two, anyway? Still as large and brooding as ever, I imagine?"

Aela shrugged and replied, "If you're asking if Vilkas still wants some of your blood on his claws, the answer is yes."

Pouting cutely, Chrysanthe sighed, "He's still sore about that? It was just a bit of blood. I didn't take much. Besides, Farkas certainly wasn't complaining at the time."

"Oh, I'm sure he wasn't," sniffed Aela.

"And how is dear Kodlak? I always was rather fond of him, philosophical differences aside."

"He's fine. Same as always," Aela replied. "Now, how about we talk about that fragment of Wuuthrad you have stashed away somewhere?"

Chrysanthe gave the werewolf a predatory smile and nodded, gesturing for her to come inside further. "Of course, of course," she simpered silkily. "Business is business, after all."

She led Aela to a plain, wooden wardrobe at the back of the house. Sliding the hanging coats to the side, Chrysanthe pushed gently on the back panel. There was a small click, and the panel slid aside to reveal a narrow staircase leading downwards.

"After you," said the vampire with a flourish.

"Clever. " commented Aela, stepping through the wardrobe.

The short corridor at the bottom of the stairs was dimly lit by flickering candle sconces spaced along the rough, stone walls. At the end of the corridor was a heavy, wooden door. Chrysanthe stepped ahead of Aela when they reached it and unlocked the three separate deadbolts and two hidden trap-wires before finally pushing the door open and stepping inside silently.

The room beyond was nearly as large as the whole of the house above, and divided into three sections by woven reed standing screens. The far left section contained a large, luxurious bed draped with plump pillows and thick blankets, and a small sitting section nearby with a pair of comfortable-looking chairs and a small table between them. Beside the bed on a small, raised dais was an open coffin built of dark, polished wood and padded on the inside by red velvet cushions. In the middle section was an arcane enchanter and alchemy station, along with several small cupboards for ingredients, a work table for preparation, and a tall bookshelf filled with thick, leather-bound tomes and books. The final section on the right-hand side was obviously a sort of trophy-room and combined treasury. Expensive trinkets glittered behind glass display cases, and in the center was a table heavily strewn with sparkling gems and gold coins partially sorted into piles according to value, along with instruments used for measuring and inspecting the quality of these no doubt ill-gotten jewels. As Aela closed the door behind her, she noted the tell-tale click of the traps resetting, ready to deal death to any unwary intruder.

"For someone who leaves her front door unlocked, you certainly take home security seriously," she quipped. Chrysanthe shrugged with one shoulder, tossing her silky hair flippantly.

"The upper level is more or less a decoy," she explained, then winked mischievously. "This is where I keep all my real secrets, and I have quite the collection of them."

"I can see that," sniffed Aela, nodding at the table of jewels. "You've certainly done well for yourself these last few years. You've built up quite a reputation for both yourself and your guild."

Chrysanthe smiled lightly. "Do I detect a hint of disapproval, Aela? Ah, but I suppose your Companion honor doesn't allow you to appreciate my methods." She laughed suddenly. "We really are a strange pair of friends, aren't we? By all rights, we should be trying to kill each other. A thief and a Companion. A vampire and a werewolf. The irony of our friendship is simply delicious."

"Friends, Chrysanthe? Is that what we are?" asked Aela seriously.

"Yes," answered the vampire. She strode over to the taller woman and stroked a feather-light finger down her tanned arm, her voice taking on a lower, seductive tone. "I enjoy your company, and you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy mine. We each know dangerous secrets about the other, and the fact that neither of us has tried to kill the other should be evidence enough by itself. But most importantly, my dear Night Sister, we understand each other." Standing on her tiptoes, Chrysanthe inhaled the scent of Aela's neck deeply. "We both understand the call of the Blood."

To Aela's credit, she didn't flinch at the sudden invasion of her space. She merely stood impassively with a stony expression on her face, and after a moment, Chrysanthe pulled back abruptly and giggled.

"Now, then, on to business."

Passing nonnie is LOVING this A!A :)

Despite being a female-bodied person who likes women, I don't normally read femslash. A lot of it just isn't very well written, and it frustrates me. Nor do I generally read stuff with vampires in. Between Twilight and Laurell K. Hamilton-type soft porn books, I've rather had enough of vampire stereotypes to save my life.

Had I not been ragingly insomniac, I would never have read this fill - and that would have been a very bad thing. It's literate, coherent, clever, and sexy. Your characters are intelligent women first, and supernatural/metaphysical beings second. The friendship between them is interesting - they "shouldn't" really be friends because of the different moral codes of their factions, yet they are nonetheless. I'm sure a lot of people reading this can relate to that.

I have absolutely bookmarked it to follow.

Also, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know which other fills on the meme were by you, so I can read those too!

Thanks for such a great compliment. I really like vampires and werewolves and such, but like you I very rarely read it because it's always cliche and predictable, so I try really hard to write things that are different. This is actually my first time writing femslash, so I'm crossing my fingers that I do it justice. As for my previous fills, you've caught yourself a newcomer. I've only done one other fill (maleslash), and it's here: http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2095.html?thread=4599599#t4599599 I should have the next few parts done sometime this weekend (work is killing my writing time right now unfortunately), so keep an eye out. :)

Oh! Well, that explains it. I was the anon who wrote the comment which starts "This is your first contribution to the meme? Really? Really? :O" :) I'm also the one who's written 80% of the Martin Septim fic around here. Not the Martin/Erandur story, not the heterosexual story, but everything else.

Do stay and write more. Much more :D

Ah, I remember you, then. I'll have to read your Martin fics eventually. I'm playing through Oblivion for the first time right now, so I don't want to spoil anything :P

The little vampire padded silently to the nightstand beside her bed, her bare feet making no noise on the stone floor as she walked. From the drawer, Chrysanthe produced a small, linen-wrapped object. She set it in the center of the small, round table between the two lounge chairs and sat down in one of them, gesturing for Aela to do the same.

"Come, sit with me," she purred, licking her tiny, red lips. Aela was suddenly reminded of a coiled snake, peaceful in its slumber, but ready to strike at any moment. Nevertheless, she sat in the proffered seat and crossed her long legs. Chrysanthe nodded at the cloth parcel, and Aela carefully unwrapped it on the table. As expected, inside was the jagged metal fragment of Wuuthrad; a piece of the pommel, if she wasn't mistaken.

"I don't suppose you're going to just give this to me, are you?" ventured Aela with a smirk, setting the artifact back down on the cloth.

"Everything has a price, my friend," answered Chrysanthe, her pale eyes flashing mischievously.

"Alright. How much?"

"Oh, I don't want money or jewels," dismissed the vampire with a wave of her hand. "I have plenty of those. In exchange for the fragment, I want something only you have."

"My blood," guessed Aela.

"Your company," corrected Chrysanthe. "Stay with me for one night. A few hours spent visiting your old friend Chrysanthe, and the fragment is yours."

"I never pictured you as the lonely type," Aela commented blandly.

"Immortality has its prices, and loneliness is one of them," admitted the vampire with a sad smile. "It's impossible to live nearly three centuries and not be incredibly lonely. I've had many friends, and many lovers, and I've watched them all age and die one by one. It's rare for me to find someone I can truly, honestly call a friend anymore. I have many admirers, and no shortage people who will obey my every command, but very few friends."

For just a moment, something flickered in Chrysanthe's pale, blue eyes, and Aela was able to see through the cool, confident curtain the vampire had built around herself for the last three hundred years to glimpse the lonely, vulnerable young woman who lay behind. Whether intentional or not, Aela knew that very few people throughout Chrysanthe's extended lifetime could say they had seen this side of the deadly woman, and she felt strangely honored to be trusted with this brief glimpse of Chrysanthe's inner nature.

"Alright, sounds like a fair enough trade," nodded Aela, making no acknowledgement of her companion's momentary slip. Chrysanthe smiled just wide enough to reveal her two pointed fangs. Then she clapped her hands together and said warmly, "Wonderful. Now, you must be hungry, and I would be a terrible host not to offer you something after your journey."

"Yes, please," replied Aela gratefully, who really was rather hungry after her run from Windhelm. Chrysanthe fetched a plate of cheese, bread, and a large slice of dried beef from a small pantry off to the side, along with a bottle of ale.

"What, no Honningbrew mead?" quipped Aela coyly. Chrysanthe chuckled.

"Ah, so you heard about that, did you?"

"Of course I did. We all had a good chuckle about it back at Jorrvaskr," answered Aela, taking a large swig of her ale and breaking off a hunk of bread. "Except Vilkas, of course."

"Of course." The vampire's eyes glittered with amusement.

"I try to keep tabs on the rumors coming out of Riften," Aela admitted. "Making sure you haven't bitten off more than you can chew and all that."

"I'm touched, Night Sister," said Chrysanthe extravagantly, placing a tiny, pale hand over her heart. "An honorable member of the Companion's Inner Circle keeping careful vigil over the leader of the Thieves Guild, worried for her safety amongst a hedonistic den of swindlers and cutpurses. How poetic."

Aela shook her head and ignored the vampire's exaggeratedly eloquent speech. From what little Chrysanthe had revealed to her about her past and origins, Aela had learned that she had once been the daughter of a prominent count in the Imperial City before becoming a vampire, and so such courtly manner of speaking came naturally to the rogue noble. It was simply one of Chrysanthe's many quirks, akin to Aela's own obsession with the hunt.

Slowly but surely I'm trying to get this finished. I started playing Oblivion for the first time this week, so now I have a new writing distraction to battle. I shall prevail, though!

please write more of this, its great

Agreed I just saw this and it's great!

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