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Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 14/14 EPILOGUE part 2
(Anonymous) 2014-11-13 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)She swiped a tear from her eye and made her way into the room below.
His head had fallen forward so that his chin rested against his chest in a position that would leave his neck burning if he remained there for too long. Two little girls nestled on his lap like forgotten dolls.
How she loved this man. She should tell him someday, although she had a feeling he knew by now.
How she loved them.
Things had changed so much. Weeks had gone by, and then months and years, in a blur of meetings and decisions and papers to sign: provisions for the keep, stonemasons for renovation, judgments to be made upon those who did not follow law. Recruits were needed for the war, staff and guards to vet and hire, quarrels to settle, diplomats to charm, and campaigns to plot.
Her mother had trained her for the administration of a household, as was befitting her family’s station, and her father and brothers had taught her the arts of war. As Harbinger, she had gained more practical experience in the running of a cohort, though Jorrvaskr was neither keep nor city.
She had not been a particularly able Harbinger, and Vilkas now held that position more admirably than she had.
War was on the horizon.
The threat of the Dominion spread ever wider, and even now undercover imperial agents made their way to Windhelm to discuss an alliance.
She would not have thought it possible. But neither had she ever imagined she would one day have a family of her own. A husband stubborn as oblivion and a daughter as wild and fearless as a dragon.
She was about to shake the group awake when the door to the throne room opened tentatively, and the worried face of Ariyani, her new cook, peered cautiously around the frame. “Arria, I am sorry to disturb you. I seem to have lost my daughter.”
Arria smiled warmly and invited her in with a reassuring wave. “She is here, with Mari and my husband. They were telling tales.”
Lin did not even wake when her mother hastened over to pick her up, but Mari, ever the light sleeper, groggily complained over losing her friend.
“I will put them both to bed together,” offered the cook.
Arria smiled at her graciously as she carried Lin and ushered a sleepy Mari out of the room, then barely repressed a surprised squeal when her slowly waking husband pulled her down unto his freshly vacated lap.
“What a little imp we have,” he observed, nuzzling her neck and punctuating his words with small kisses along her jaw. “I wonder where she gets it?”
She shivered at his touch. “You think me?”
“Mhm,” he murmered against her skin. “She does have your temperament, sadly. But she also has your beautiful eyes. With my fair hair she would be quite the catch. What a match we will make.”
She stiffened with a huff, and pulled back from him to poke her finger into his chest. “Our daughter will not be a pawn for your schemes of power, Ulfric Stormcloak. She will forge her own path.”
He smiled then, a twinkle in his eyes that she had grown very familiar with over the years.
The blood-soaked warrior had been expected, and most familiar in her first meetings with the impossible man. The searing lover had stolen her breath and her will, no small thing. But this laughing companion, his relentless teasing, she had not imagined this to be part of him.
And she had risen to the bait, yet again. He could make her temper dance as easily as he could make her moan in bed.
She rolled her eyes as he gave her a devastating, lazy smile, and she lay her head against his chest.
“Do you remember when we made love in a chair, on our wedding day?”
His hands were already moving to push her shift up her thighs, and she spoke a breathless whisper. “We have made love on chairs since then.”
Her husband’s response was as wicked as his fingers working at the very heat of her.
“Not this one.”
Re: Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 14/14 EPILOGUE part 2
(Anonymous) 2014-11-18 02:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 14/14 EPILOGUE part 2
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 14/14 EPILOGUE part 2
(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)I just. Gah. My feels !