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We'd walked out of the Silver Hand's hideout at Driftshade Refuge into a roaring blizzard. By this point I was tired, grumpy and utterly fed up. Night was coming fast this far north and our little hunting expedition hadn't erased any of the guilt I felt over Kodlak and Skjor's death and it certainly hadn't given me closure. If anything I felt worse. And judging from the dark expression on my shield-brother's face it hadn't helped him either.
"Great." Vilkas moved up to stand beside me in the doorway, scowling, though whether it was at the weather, my company or Kodlak's death I couldn't say. Probably all three knowing him. "We'll have to bunk down here, maybe one the side rooms won't be too covered in blood."
"I am not sleeping here, Vilkas." The whole place set my teeth on edge and that said something considering some of the places I'd had to sleep in the past few months.
"Do you have a better idea then? We can't go out in that." The big Nord was practically growling, still tense despite the earlier vengeance spree. Or maybe because of it.
"Sure we can." I flashed him my smuggest smile before stepping out into the cold, "LOK VAAH KOOR."
The swirling skies were pushed away by the sheer force of my Thu'um leaving an eerily calm oasis around the compound. Unable to suppress a smirk I turned back to my shield-brother and cocked an eyebrow. He just rolled his eyes, much to my annoyance. A little appreciation wouldn't go amiss, you know. Ria gets a compliment for killing a bear, I dispel a blizzard with just my voice and not even a nod. Urgh!
"If we head to the main road we can stop at that Inn we saw earlier. I'm not Shouting my way back to Whiterun."
"Fine."
"Fine. I'll lead." Without waiting for him I turned and stormed towards the gate, though my newly acquired werewolf senses told me he was following.

The path down the mountains was treacherous in the darkening twilight, even with my Thu'um sweeping the winds and snow away. Stumbling into hidden drifts on the uneven ground meant that I was soaked through and frozen and I was beginning to regret my earlier stubbornness but sheer pride kept me stumbling on. Vilkas was having a slightly easier time, Nord blood and height better adapted for these kind of conditions and as I sank into another bloody snow drift he easily hauled me out.
"My turn to take point now, sister."
If he had asked to take the lead I would have said no and carried on out of sheer pride. If he had shown condescension or pity I would have refused. I hated showing weakness. And he knew it. So instead I followed silently in his footsteps until eventually we stumbled onto the road. Even down here it was still bitterly cold and I was sure I was turning blue. My feet felt like blocks of lead and I was shivering like Sheogorath on skooma. Eventually the welcome glow of lights dotted the distance and I stumbled towards it, only keeping my feet thanks to a steadying hand on my elbow, which I shook off with a glare.

The narrow windows leaked light and the dull murmur of voices into the evening air, hinting at warm beds and food. We hurried through the door into the warmth of the Inn. I pushed my way to the blazing fire pit in the centre of the room and shut my eyes, basking in the warmth. A moment later Vilkas was at my side, "I've spoken to the Innkeeper and managed to get the last room. He's sending over food as well whilst the maid cleans it."
"Hmmm." Then my brain caught up. "Wait, the last room?"
"Don't worry, new blood. It's separate beds."
I just threw him a glare as I stomped over to the Innkeeper. I could hear his exasperated sigh as he trailed behind me.

Apparently being Dragonborn and Thane of several Holds wasn't enough to swing separate rooms even when coupled with the persuasive flirting that Rune and Vex had tried teaching me one bored evening in the Flagon. It probably didn't help that for starters I was wearing my no-skin-showing Guild armour and that I had a tall, very muscular, very grumpy werewolf stood right behind me with a face like thunder on him. The innkeeper soon ended my pathetic attempts by simply walking off and hiding in the back rooms.Bastard. I didn't even want to look at what I'm sure would have been Vilkas' smug expression.

Still grumbling to myself, I sat down at a table close by the fire, arms folded and scowling like a fishwife. Vilkas sat opposite and stretched out in what was a strangely cat-like manner considering he was a werewolf. One of the serving girls brought over two mugs of cheap and sour ale, obviously assuming we were two poor mercenaries. Well, she was half right. The blonde Nord was making sure Vilkas got a good eyeful of her charms and giggling like the mad prince himself when he asked her about food. Pulling a face I drained my beer and idly drummed my fingers on the table, trying to ignore the girl's idiotic flirting. Fortunately the second waitress, hands full with our two steaming bowls of stew, was more sensible and, more importantly, overworked enough to pull the girl away from the Nord as she left. The stew was hot and surprisingly delicious, with subtle spices that reminded me of my childhood in Camlorn and I managed to devour the whole bowl before Vilkas was even halfway done. Manners dictated that I waited for my companion to finish so I stayed at the table, satiated and warm, finishing the dregs of my ale and then helping myself to sips from Vilkas' tankard, mostly because I knew it would annoy him. But he didn't comment, continuing to eat his stew in measured, precise bites and occasionally taking a sip from what was now our tankard. It was almost a companionable silence between us. The heat and the food had me just about nodding off in my chair so I tuned out the waitress who came to clear our plates and as a result almost missed the magic two words she mentioned to Vilkas.
"Hot springs?" My eyes shot open and my voice almost whimpered the words, hoping it wasn't a cruel daydream.
The woman smiled almost pityingly at me, "Yes, dear. Hot springs. We have two small pools here, just head out back and turn left for the male pool and right for females. They're the best in Skyrim-"
Whatever else she was about to say was cut off as I scrambled to my feet and stumbled in the direction she had pointed, leaving Vilkas chuckling softly behind me. Idiot.

The hot spring, after so many days of travelling and fighting, was utter bliss. A small whimper slipped out as I sank gratefully down into dark waters, the heat easing the aches and pains and releasing some of the tension in my muscles. And for the first time since crossing into this icebox of a country I was warm. If they could just get rid of the egg smell then I would just stay here. Forever. Screw those pesky dragons. Eventually, however, the pruning of my fingers and toes and the rumble of my stomach told me it was time to leave. Flakes of snow were being to spiral down, suggesting that we'd brought the bad weather with us. Feeling much cleaner I threw on my undershirt and boots, shoving my smelly and blood-covered leathers into my pack to clean tomorrow. If Lydia was here she'd nag me until I cleaned them. Heading back through the Inn the well dressed Orsimer in the corner gave me a sniff of disproval at my choice of attire but I was past caring. I made a quick stop at the bar and paid for four bottles of BlackBriar mead, far too sickly for my taste but hopefully strong enough to drown out the worst of the beast-blood and make me forget that I was sharing the room with Grumpy-Face. And also, hopefully, a partial truce offering. Vilkas wasn't in the common room and the serving wench who had brought us our drinks told me, in between giggles and blushes, that he had headed up to our room.

The tiny narrow room was barely big enough for two narrow cots and a worn beside table sandwiched between them. Above that was a dirty window paned with thick whorled glass. The room was also cold and smelled slightly of damp, though it didn't seem to bother Vilkas. He was stretched out on his bed, also much cleaner and wearing a dark linen shirt and trousers, book in hand. I noted the title with a small snort of amusement; The Dragonborn Comes. "Here." I gently lobbed him his two bottles. He nodded and broke open the wax and cork on one, taking a long sip, before returning to his book. It was strange, I'd never seen him out of armour. Even at Jorrvaskr the Companions tended to live in their armour on a day-to-day basis, either for training or protection whilst out on errands. He'd even washed off the war paint and he looked...younger, less intense.

Kicking off my boots and dumping my pack and armour at the foot of my bed, I vaulted onto it to sit cross legged, wrapping myself in the damp smelling blanket and pulling out my journal to flick through the long list of tasks I still had to do. At least I can cross out 'Get revenge on the Silver Hand for killing Kodlak-the bastards.' Just looking at the list depressed me so I slammed it shut and shoved back in the bottom of my pack and then shoving the pack under the bed in the vain hope that 'if I can't see it then it's not there.' I could still feel it though, like a weight on my mind, lurking, nagging me to get on with it. It even had a voice that sounded just like Delphine's. So I tried to drown it out with another swig of mead. My thoughts were still swirling as we sat there in silence, both sipping on BlackBriar Mead. Mostly I was thinking about the last few days and Kodlak's death, a small Delphine-voiced part of my brain was nagging me about getting on with the whole saving-the-world-thing and a much larger part than I wanted to admit was concerned with the man sat on the bed opposite me. What I couldn't figure out was why he hated me. Or even why he annoyed me so much. Nobody treated me the way he did. Not since I'd become the Dragonborn and supposed saviour of Tamriel. Sure I'd done some bad things in the past but I was trying to make a difference now. That has to count for something, right? Because if it doesn't then what's the point? Even after I thought I'd proven myself, completed hundreds of the fetch-and-carry/hunt-the-criminal tasks that he'd set me and won the respect of the other members of the Circle, he still ignored me. And I wanted his approval. His respect. For some reason, it mattered to me.

"Why do you hate me so much?" The words blurted out of my mouth before I could stop them. Damn mead. Vilkas frowned at me over his bottle, eyes shadowed and expressionless, "Why do you think that I hate you?"
"Umm, because you've barely spoken to me since I joined, not that you wanted me to join in the first place, you always take one of the others out with you on quests instead of me, you give me the easiest tasks that are as far away from Jorrvaskr as possible and you all but accused me of failing Kodlak. And that, by the way, bloody hurts-"
"I don't hate you."
"What?"
"I. Don't. Hate. You." His teeth were audibly grinding together after each word and he sounded, well, like he was being forced to admit something he really didn't want to. I swung my bare legs off the bed so that I was facing him, face twisting with incredulity. He sighed and put his book on the tiny table wedged between our beds and sat up so he mirrored me, knees almost touching. "You've more than proven yourself. If I didn't think that I wouldn't have asked you to come here with me. As for the rest-" He trailed off and gazed off out the window and the thickening snow.
"As for the rest what?" My voice, when I finally found it, came out unusually quiet. And my heart was racing. Vilkas glanced back at me and our eyes locked.
"You call out to the beast inside me. I can even smell your heart beating in your chest. Every time I'm near you I feel like I'm about to lose control."
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. In a way I understood Vilkas far better than perhaps the others could. I knew that out of all the Circle Vilkas struggled the most with the call of the blood and had struggled with the burden the longest. Farkas was far too happy-go-lucky to truly give in to the darker urges that I had felt since turning and Aela was far too disciplined to lose control. Both Vilkas and I relied on being wild and unpredictable in a fight, prepared to do whatever was necessary in order to survive and the beast-blood thrived on that darkness. I had been finding it hard enough and I had only been a werewolf for less than two months. So the fact that I was making it worse for him, in any way, even from what could only be sheer annoyance, made me feel awful. "I'm sorry."
He shrugged, still looking out the window, "Not your fault."
I could see the toll the struggle was taking on him in his eyes, knew what it looked like because I saw it in my mirror every damn day. And I wanted to take it away. So I did the most stupid thing I could think of. I kissed him.

My lips brushed his, gently pressing. There was no response from him. Then my brain caught up with my body and I pulled away, eyes wide and face flushing. Vilkas just looked stunned. As you would be! You spend all your time together bickering and fighting and the one time you actually talk what do you go and do? Kiss him! Who does that outside of bloody romance novels?! I had to escape. Maybe there's a dragon nearby that could swallow me whole. Standing I went to stride to the door when something grabbed hold of my wrist and yanked me back. Vilkas was stood in between the beds, hand encircling my wrist. Another tug pulled me in close to him and his lips descended on mine, gently teasing. His thumbs tracing circles on the back of my hands, still held in his grasp. I let out a soft whimper and his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I slid one hand up to tangle in his dark hair, allowing the blanket wrapped around me to drop floor, deepening the kiss, our tongues moving together in a mimic of a more primitive dance. His now free hand slid up my side in an intimate caress then swooped round my front to lazily encircle my breast, spiralling in towards my hardening nipple. Beneath the surface of our embrace I could feel the stirring beast blood and knew that soon our carefully held restraint would snap, a thought that made me equal parts nervous and excited. Vilkas gently lifted the hand he held to join the other at his neck and pulled me closer against his muscular form. His lips slid from my mouth to trace a line down my jaw towards a deliciously sensitive spot behind my ear as his hands gently loosened the laces of my undershirt and slipped it off one shoulder. His lips descended along my neck and suckled across my collarbone. Little breathy whimpers escaped my mouth as his hand found my right nipple and began gently teasing it. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his warm skin against mine and began tugging at his shirt. Vilkas took the hint and pulled his shirt off revealing a muscular and scarred torso that made my stomach do flips. His gaze was dark with lust but he didn't move, clearly waiting for me to reciprocate, so I pulled my shirt off in one motion baring myself to his gaze. He let out a low primal growl as my body came into view, pulling me back to him and kissing me deeply and passionately before he easily swept me up in his arms and deposited me on the narrow bed. He leant over me, body sheltering mine, bracing his weight on one arm and sweeping the tangled and still damp strands of hair off my face. "Beautiful," he murmured before pressing his lips back onto mine. I moaned trying desperately to press my body against his, to feel him close to me. He chuckled and slid his lips back down the path he had traced earlier. This time though he didn't stop at my collarbone sweeping down to suckle at my breast, his other hand gently massaging the other then sliding down my flat stomach to caress my hipbone and sweeping back up. Then his mouth began to descend further trailing the line his hand had just traced. My eyes widened as his tongue circled my navel and then headed further south towards my inner thighs. As he went he slipped my smallclothes down my legs, throwing them to the floor. He gently raised my legs until they were propped on his shoulders and began kissing my thigh from my knee to the crux of my pelvis. His teeth grazed my inner thigh before his tongue languidly swept over the length of my slit, making my hips arch involuntarily against him, though he held me firm. "Vilkas," I pleaded, desperate to make him move faster. He repeated the action once more, grinning playfully at me as I growled at him, before pressing his mouth down on me hard, tongue flickering against my sensitive skin making me cry out at the sensations. His tongue probed deeply into me then slid up to caress my clit. My body began to tense and shiver and Vilkas didn't let up until I came undone with a hoarse cry.

He let me catch my breath then moved back up over me, caressing my face with a calloused hand and I smiled up at him, pulling him back down. I could taste myself on him. He groaned as one of my hands slid down his chest and then followed the trail of hair along his abdomen to the drawstring that tied his trousers together. Undoing the tie one-handed wasn’t fast enough for him so he pulled his trousers off himself, lips never breaking our kiss. I could feel his length pressing against my thigh, hard and hot, and my hand drifted gently to it, stroking it lightly, making him groan, trying to tease him in the way that he had teased me earlier. My lips slid along his stubbled jawline and as I nibbled his earlobe Vilkas lost patience and slid into me in one slick movement. The suddenness made me cry out and my fingers tightened involuntarily in his hair. Vilkas, ever perceptive, froze in position waiting until my panting eased, gently caressing my skin and raining kisses on my shut eyelids.

Soon my body began to relax and my eyes fluttered open. A tiny twitch of my hips set Vilkas in motion, slowly sliding in and out at first but his movement soon became faster as I wrapped my legs around his waist and began meeting his thrusts with my hips. I came again, still sensitive from my earlier climax, Vilkas slowing his thrusts, riding out the aftershocks ripping through my body. Tugging gently at Vilkas I turned our entwined bodies until he was lying beneath me, a somewhat awkward manoeuvre in the cramped space. For the first time in so long I felt free, unencumbered and it was utter bliss. I grinned down at Vilkas and he smiled back as he ran his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, gently kneading them as I began to ride him. He pulled himself into a seated position so that he could taste my neck, teeth gently scraping against that sensitive hollow in my throat and I moaned as the new angle hit that bundle of nerves inside me. My thrusts came faster and faster and I clawed at his back, gasping. Then it was his turn to tense and moan, murmuring my name against my skin. As I felt him throb within me I slid my hand between our bodies down to my clit until it was too much and my orgasm burned through me, consuming me even as his seed splashed inside me. He cupped my face in his hands, running his thumb across my lips, an uncharacteristically tender expression on his face that equal parts terrified and warmed me. He pulled me back to lie with him, tugging the dropped blanket from the floor to cover us.

My head rested on his shoulder, wedged on my side between the wall and his warm body in the cramped bed. Warm in the shelter of our embrace, whilst outside the blizzard swirled around us, I didn't know what the future or even tomorrow would bring but right now I didn't care.

THis was great. Hot and sexy and well characterized. I'd love to read more about this couple.

Thanks Anon!Your nice review has made my day :D

I read this story now! fantastic! but you will write the next day? of how the two lovers can feel? you described a fabulous couple!

this was very hot. I hope is not abandoned! I'd like you to dedicate more chapters to the couple so sexy!

A!A here!

Gosh, someone commented on this after all this time! :D

This was posted as a one-shot for this prompt though it was intended to be part of a larger story for one of my characters (which I'm currently writing under the title of Call of the Blood). I may reuse this chapter (because I'm lazy ;)) though it would be more polished and slightly different now that I've more fully established the setting and characters...or I might end up rewriting it completely...

But I'm glad you liked it! :)

ahhhhhhhh! you who are writing the call of the blood? then it is fate that I've enjoyed your story, you're very good writing! you could reuse it but now that you've described the two characters better, I'd say you should make it more close to the two main characters! but even so, it very well! then await developments in your story you soon!

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I'm sorry that your story seems abandoned, I always hope that you will return!

Wow, A!A that was great. I'm so sorry I forgot to check this old prompt of mine for so long. I hope you get to see this.

I loved the line about the failed flirting. And the fact that the Dragonborn can (after a certain point in the main quest) just make the blizzard go away.

And of course, Vilkas is sweet and awesome. Thank you so much :)

❤❤❤❤I loved this! hot sweet and passionate! perfect!

Simply wonderful!

but where are you?

I really hope that everything goes well! Miss you and your story!

update your story...I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

I love so much this beautiful story!

beautiful

very romantic

NEED MORE!!!!

ahahahahaha! ria and the bear, this scene makes me die of laughter! poor Dovahkiin

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