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F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 7/?
(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)“Karliah…” she groaned, forcing herself to sit up straighter despite her throbbing head. “You came for me…”
“I did,” Karliah replied, glancing over her shoulder and slowing her horse to a trot. “I found you in the Ebonmere, with Gallus. He kept you safe until I got there.” The Breton sighed, resting her head again and doing her best to suppress the motion sickness.
“Thank you…I’m glad you were there. Did you get to talk to him?” she asked weakly. The Nightingale nodded wordlessly, her hands tightening on the reins, and Rodina closed her eyes again.
“Sleep,” Karliah urged her. “I’ll get you back to the Guild for some rest. Don’t worry.”
Their fellow thieves couldn’t help but feel a shared sense of relief when Karliah entered the Cistern again with Rodina in her arms. Silent and respectful, they moved out of the way, allowing the Dunmer to tuck her companion into one of the beds.
“Thank you…” Rodina murmured again, reaching feebly for her friend’s hand. “Thank you for everything, Karliah…” The elf allowed herself a small smile, squeezing the clammy hand that rested in hers.
“I should be saying that to you. Get some sleep. You’ve earned it,” she replied. As Rodina drifted off to sleep, Karliah rose to her feet, smoothing the Breton’s hair out of her face before departing for the Ragged Flagon.
From his place at the bar, Brynjolf sat up sharply when Karliah entered the room.
“You’re back,” he said, alarmed. “What’s happened, lass?”
“Everything is resolved,” Karliah replied, taking a seat beside him. “The Key is gone, Nocturnal is satisfied…and Gallus is free.” Brynjolf nodded sympathetically, offering her a sip of his mead only for her to shake her head.
“I’m glad. Things do feel different now. There’s something in the air.” He paused, glancing at the door. “And Rodina?”
“Asleep next door. She got the Key back, but the corrupted souls wore her out. She’ll be awake in no time, I’m sure.” The Nord bowed his head wordlessly, resting his palms on the counter. “It’s time for me to head back to the temple,” Karliah continued, rising to her feet. “If you or Rodina should need me, that’s where you’ll find me.”
“You’re sure I can’t change your mind, lass?” Brynjolf asked again. The thought of Karliah making that dark, gloomy cave her home was a bit distressing, to say the least, and it would be nice to work with her again. However, the Dunmer merely smiled and shook her head, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder.
“I’m sure you can’t change my mind,” she echoed. “You all have it under control. Especially with Rodina as your new Guildmaster.”
“We’ll have the ceremony as soon as possible,” Brynjolf informed her. “As long as she’s up for it, I mean. The last thing she needs is to pass out during her first major job as Guildmaster.” Karliah smiled wryly.
“Make sure to give her time. She deserves it, after all she’s gone through. And, Brynjolf?” She leveled him with her dark, serious eyes, and Brynjolf couldn’t help but flinch under her gaze.
“Yes?”
“Make sure you give her the conversation she deserves. You two owe that much to each other.” With that, she breezed through the door, and was gone as quickly as she came.
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 8/10
(Anonymous) 2015-06-29 03:39 am (UTC)(link)“You got it,” Vex said, pocketing the envelope and heading out. Delvin returned just as she left, rubbing his hands together.
“I’ve gathered up all the mead we have down here. There’s plenty of it, but we’ve got some extra funds if you want me to go up to the meadery.” He grinned, clapping his old friend on the shoulder. “Isn’t it nice to hear that? Extra funds, just like old times.” Brynjolf allowed himself to smile as well.
“Just like old times,” he agreed. “Go on up to the meadery. We’ve got some time before the ceremony, and there’s some business I need to take care of.” Delvin nodded understandingly, taking his leave and allowing Brynjolf to go into the Cistern at long last.
Rodina was still asleep, her hair fanned around her head. Brynjolf smiled softly, taking a seat on the bed and laying a hand on her cheek. She was warm as ever, and her skin was soft. Rubbing his thumb across her smooth lip, he lay down beside her, looking tenderly at her.
When the girl woke up, she was surprised to find Brynjolf there, his eyes closed and his hand on her stomach. She rolled onto her side, startling her friend awake, and smiled.
“Hi there,” she said softly. “Good to see you awake for a change.” Brynjolf grinned, propping himself up on his elbows.
“I could say the same to you. How are you feeling?”
“Much better than I was in the Sepulcher.” Rodina sat up as well, and the Nord sharing her bed took her in once again. He sighed abruptly, taking her hand.
“Gods, Rodina. What were you thinking? Sneaking away like that before we could even talk about what happened in Irkngthand…why?” Rodina’s face softened, and her fingers tightened around Brynjolf’s hand.
“The Key…it was temptation, Brynjolf. I was afraid. That Key drove Mercer insane, and the longer I had it, the more chances it had to get me, too. I wanted it gone.” She paused, shaking her head, then looked desperately up at him. “Not to mention that I didn’t want to be there when you woke up, just to go out and throw myself into danger again. You would have wanted to come with me.”
“Why couldn’t I?”
“It wasn’t your journey to make,” Rodina said firmly. “You nearly died in that cave.” Now Brynjolf’s brow furrowed, his face hot.
“You nearly died at the Ebonmere!” he snapped back. Rodina glared at him, crossing her arms emphatically.
“I didn’t ‘nearly die’! I was always going to wake up! You can’t say the same, under the water like that!” Brynjolf lowered his head, fuming silently, and Rodina went quiet as well. “…I’m sorry. You know I want to protect you. I was so afraid to lose you.” The Nord looked up, and she finally braced herself. “…I love you, Brynjolf.”
“You do?” Brynjolf asked. When she nodded, his face broke out in a huge smile despite his best efforts. “…Well. That makes what I was going to tell you much easier.” Rodina blinked at him, and he pulled her closer. “I love you too, Rodina.” The Breton felt her whole body relax, and she threw her arms around his neck, finally stretching up to kiss him.
“So,” she said when they pulled away, out of breath and red in the face. “Now that all this business with the Key is over…what happens next?” Brynjolf kept his hand on her waist, smiling down at her.
“Well, the first order of business is getting you initiated as Guildmaster.” His smile broadened, and he rose to his feet, holding out a hand to help her up. “And then…then we have quite the party planned.”
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 9/10
(Anonymous) 2015-06-30 12:58 am (UTC)(link)“Rodina,” the Nord began, smiling broadly despite his best efforts. “In light of recent events, and considering your outstanding service to the Skyrim chapter of the Thieves’ Guild, it is my honor to declare you Guildmaster, and to bestow upon you all responsibilities and benefits of your position. Delvin Mallory, do you offer your approval to Rodina?” Delvin nodded, grinning over at his new boss.
“I do.”
“Vex, do you offer your approval to Rodina?”
“I do,” Vex agreed, her pride in her former protégé more subdued. Brynjolf nodded, then stepped forward and linked the amulet around Rodina’s neck. His fingers lingered on her skin for a moment, and the two shared a private smile before he pulled away.
“Then you are officially named Guildmaster. Congratulations,” he said. The room filled with polite applause, which quickly evolved into a cheer from Thrynn.
“Break out the drinks!”
As the night grew darker outside, the Cistern only grew louder. Empty bottles of mead, wine and ale scattered around the room as the thieves chatted, drunk and enthusiastic with the beginning of their new era. Etienne and Rune had broken out in a dance, trying to match Vipir’s inebriated rendition of ‘Ragnar the Red,’ and Delvin was, as always, seated next to an irritated Vex and trying to charm her.
Rodina, for her part, was seated by the water, sipping wine and watching the party become even more raucous. Niruin took a seat beside her, offering her a second bottle with a sly smile.
“Not a dancer, are you?” he teased. Rodina smiled and shrugged, watching as Rune came close to falling into the water.
“I’m just happy to see what a good time everybody’s having,” she insisted. “I haven’t seen the place this bright in the time that I’ve been here.”
“It has been a long time,” Niruin agreed, resting his arms on the table and watching Thrynn scoop Cynric into his arms and hold him over his head, if only to show off. “It feels like there’s hope for us, at long last. There’s happiness in the air.” Before he could continue, the door behind them opened, and Brynjolf came in, accompanied by Vekel. When they noticed their new Guildmaster, they stopped, and Rodina stood, smiling widely.
“Nice of you to join us,” she said playfully, taking Brynjolf’s hands. Vekel looked between the two affectionately, then motioned for Niruin to follow him, leaving the new couple alone.
“Enjoying your party?” the redhead asked, moving to slide an arm around her waist. Rodina beamed, leaning up to speak against his ear.
“Not as much as you’re about to,” she replied quietly. “I have a surprise for you in the treasury. Want to see?” When Brynjolf nodded eagerly, she tugged him towards the golden doors, sneaking away from the party while the other thieves grew louder in the distance.
Once the iron doors closed behind them, Brynjolf eyed Rodina curiously.
“What did you want to show me?” he asked, already knowing the answer before the Breton undid the clasps on her armor.
“This,” she replied, stepping out of her armor and looking up at him.
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 10/10
(Anonymous) 2015-07-03 04:01 am (UTC)(link)“I’m going to ravish you, lass,” he growled, undoing his pants as quickly as his sweaty hands allowed. His aching cock was barely out when he pushed it inside her, earning a shaky moan as he immediately gained speed.
“Gods, yes,” Rodina purred, squeezing him with her thighs as he thrust into her. His face was slack with pleasure, and his hands were trembling on the table beside her. She had imagined his face during sex countless times, but seeing it gasping above her was something beyond her imagination. “Brynjolf…” she whispered, gripping his shoulders as he shoved himself deeper inside her. He moaned wordlessly, and she giggled a bit, reaching up to silence him. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”
“Maybe I do,” Brynjolf groaned, slowing down just enough to make the Breton squirm desperately. “Maybe I want to make you scream, so they know what we’re doing in here.” Rodina sighed blissfully, sitting up to kiss him and pulling his hips closer to her.
“I’d much rather not be interrupted,” she murmured against his mouth, grinding on him as she spoke. “You know they’d have plenty to say if they knew about this…I’d much rather it just be you and I right now…wouldn’t you?” She punctuated the question with a thrust, and Brynjolf shoved her back down on the table to regain control.
“As my Guildmaster wishes,” he teased, although it only aroused Rodina further. She laughed, throwing her head back and arching her back as he hit spots inside her that she had forgotten existed. “Next time, though…next time I’m going to take you up to the inn and make as much noise as I want…” Rodina moaned in response, too dazed and pleasured to do anything beyond that. She knew she was close to release, much to her dismay, but she’d be damned if she didn’t get Brynjolf there with her.
“Next time I’ll be on top of you, too,” she said sweetly, trying to speak clearly through the gasps and whimpers her lover was getting out of her. “What do you think? Would you like me to ride you?” As she asked, she squeezed her muscles around him, and he trembled slightly at the feeling.
“Gods, Rodina, you’re sure you don’t want me to scream?” he groaned, leaning down to kiss down her chest. “You feel amazing…” Rodina smiled euphorically, pushing herself further against him and taking delight in how rigid he was getting. She could feel him getting harder inside of her, throbbing as he inched closer to orgasm, and she loved the way it felt. All the same, she was the first to cum, her mouth hanging open as he finally sent her over the edge. Her short fingernails dug into his back and her thighs tensed against his sides, and the feeling of her was enough for Brynjolf to finally throw his head back and moan as he pumped into her.
Neither of them managed to speak until after Brynjolf had pulled himself out of her. Still gasping, he leaned forward to kiss her again, then wiped the sweat off of his brow.
“So,” he said, playful as ever. “Any chance you actually want to go back out to the party?” Rodina grinned, forcing herself off of the table and going to retrieve her armor.
“A Guildmaster has her duties,” she replied teasingly. “Let’s go.”
Re: F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 10/10
(Anonymous) 2015-07-10 08:49 am (UTC)(link)