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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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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Re: Fire and Potions - 36/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Or,” Therion said, taking offense at the 'common foot soldier’ remark, “Perhaps you prefer robes, because buckles are simply too complicated?”

He hissed as Farengar hitched his shoulder strap free with unnecessary roughness.

“Sorry,” the wizard said unapologetically, “That last strap was rather complex.”

Therion glared at him, the look dissolving into begrudging amusement.

He was in no condition to seduce anyone with his freshly mended ribs, so perhaps it was just as well Farengar missed his looks and advances. He couldn’t even remove his own armor without effort and his chest was already violently aching once again as he wiggled free from his chest piece.

He was about to make a parting remark about wards and slip away to make himself a healing draught when Farengar quirked his head a bit, studying him. Without explanation he took a knee, held out his hands, and healed him.

Therion sat up in surprise, the pain in his chest subsiding.

Farengar, by all accounts, the most absent minded professor in the realm, oblivious to all outward signs of expression, seemed to know exactly when he was in pain. And each time, he thoughtfully spared Therion his pride.

He could feel the radiating warmth of the Nord’s hands even from a short distance. Combined with the heat of the fire pit, the ever present chill of Skyrim which clung to his body, was chased away, leaving him feeling relaxed and safe. A burden lifted from his shoulders he had not known was there, as he felt at home and at peace. A feeling he had not had since before he had left Alinor, years ago.

Watching the mage work his magic, he closely admired his expression of absolute concentration, so achingly close.

Without thinking, he let his eyes slide closed, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Farengar’s.

The Nord’s lips were divinely warm, warmer than any he had ever known. Inhaling, he smelled fresh snow, pine needles, and the faint scent of smoke and fire with a hint of sweat. He felt a delicious, light-headed feeling course through him, as if he had consumed the perfect amount of Summerset Mead. For a moment, he was lost. Consumed in the scent and feel of him, and the feeling building inside his chest.

Abruptly, his mind caught up with him. His last conscious thought leading up to that moment had been an intense desire to ruin Farengar’s picture perfect concentration. Now, he was realizing the mage would react any moment. Breathing in, he memorized the moment, his essence, and knew he would have no regrets.

Farengar broke away, his face blank with utter shock. Staring at Therion, he struggled to collect his wits. For a moment, he saw a flash of something, raw and vulnerable, before his eyes turned hard and he rose to his feet, walked away, and left Breezehome without a word.

Therion ran a hand through his short hair.

“Well, that went about as well as I expected,” he said with a deep sigh.

Farengar’s expression still fresh in his mind, he stood and retrieved the blue mountain flower from his pack, a bittersweet feeling hanging over him. Grinding it up in his pestle, he boiled water within his alembic, adding a drop of red dye, unable to tear his mind from Farengar. His look had been unmistakable. Therion had seen it too many times to miss its significance.

Old pain.
Someone had hurt the court wizard.

Re: Fire and Potions - 36/?

[(Anonymous)]

Aaarrgghh...now you're just teasing. Not fair :P

Beautifully written tease, BTW, but I'm hanging out for more. :)

Re: Fire and Potions - 36/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you very much ^_^
I'll try to have more up soon.