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First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 3/??
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 11:05 am (UTC)(link)Her attitude had changed slightly. Now they were in a bedroom rather than the Stronghold or the open road, she seemed less certain, her eyes flicking from his face to his chest and back up again.
“I am your first wife then?” she said, raising her head a bit higher, proudly.
“Well, I suppose. Although by Orcish law I’d technically be married to Eric. I did pay for him to leave home as well after all.”
“He’s a man, isn’t he? You can’t marry him.”
“The Nords don’t make a distinction. I take it Orcs do?”
“Two men may bind themselves by adopting an orphan, but it is not common. They cannot have children, you see.”
“Yes, I do understand how it works.”
They fell silent as Mralki arrived with some bread and stew. Dyce asked him how Erik was going.
“He sends me letters, when he remembers. And a bit of gold sometimes. He travels with the traders fighting bandits.”
“I’m glad he’s doing well. Don’t let us disturb your sleep any further.”
“I’ll see you in the morning then,” he nodded at them both before withdrawing.
Dyce ate swiftly, Borgakh thoughtfully.
“Do you have a house?” she asked.
“Yeah, in Windhelm. I have someone looking after it for me.”
“That’s good. Children should grow up in a home rather than on the road.”
Dyce nearly choked and he coughed violently for a few moments. “What?” he asked, when he could breathe again.
She took a deep breath, “When you desire children, I am ready.”
An image of Calder bouncing a baby Orc on his knee formed in Dyce’s mind. “No.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “No, no and no. No children. Not for me.” He swallowed a truly awful elixir every two weeks to make sure of it.
“Right,” Borgakh said, looking relieved.
“I’m not some old Orc chieftain looking to start a dynasty. Or build a stronghold.”
“I’m sorry. My training did not anticipate...” she trailed off, frowning.
Dyce scowled. “I’m going to wash this blood off and go to bed.” He got to his feet and stalked out to look for a pail of water. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel sorry for her. She could cleave heads like they were eggs and could probably lift him one-handed, but she was also clearly a bit lost now she was outside her stronghold.
He couldn’t just abandon her until she found her feet. Markarth first, then if things didn’t improve maybe some of his Orcish acquaintances would have some ideas because Dyce was out of his depth.
But not married. Nope. No way. He’d just have to convince her of the fact.
When he returned, she’d shed her armour and had gotten into bed. Muscular green shoulders rose above the furs, but the rest of her was left mostly to his imagination. He’d already worked out that she was sort of gorgeous. Shame she claimed to be married.
Dyce sat on the opposite side of the bed and started taking his boots off.
“Are we going to consummate our marriage?” Borgakh asked.
At least she’d asked first.
“No.” He tossed his boots aside and stood up to take off his trousers.
“Is it because I’m an Orc?”
“No.” He left his smalls on.
“Is it because I’m a woman?”
“No.” He got into bed, and settled down under the furs.
“Are you nervous? I am a little.”
He sighed and replied in a more sympathetic tone, “No.”
“Are you uncertain what to do? I have been trained; I could try and teach you.”
He huffed in amusement, “No, that’s not necessary.”
“Are you worried that you might not satisfy me because you are a Breton?”
“By the Nine, let me sleep!” he growled. “And no, I’m not.”
He woke up the next morning with Borgakh’s breath tickling his ear, her arm wrapped around his chest, and an erection. Dyce sighed and tried to wriggle away without waking her up. He was only partially successful as she opened her eyes but only hummed inquiringly.
“I’m just getting breakfast,” he said. “Sleep on, we’re not leaving yet.”
Nevertheless, she was up and dressed by the time Dyce had placed his order with Mralki, who still kept the same early hours he remembered from his time with Erik. Dyce asked for more news of the adventurer, and while they ate the innkeeper filled him in on what he knew of his son.
Dyce asked Mralki to pass on an encouraging message when he next saw Erik, and he and Borgakh bid him farewell.
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 3/??
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 3/??
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)I was dying of laughter at Borgakh's questions. "Are you uncertain what to do?" OH BORGAKH IF ONLY YOU KNEW.
This is adorable and I can't wait to read more of this.
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 3/??
(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)“Are you worried that you might not satisfy me because you are a Breton?” Giggled so much at that. :p
Looking forward to seeing how this pans out!
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 3/??
(Anonymous) 2013-04-11 12:44 am (UTC)(link)