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F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-04-21 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)“He's dead,” Karliah replied just as quickly. “That's really all you need to know. Rodina was the one to send her sword through his chest.” She looked up to find that Vex looked exhausted, her eyes slightly bloodshot and obviously irritable. “Are you alright?”
“Do I look alright? It's been three hours,” the blonde complained, weak as it was. “Brynjolf's somewhere between awake and asleep, Rodina keeps crying for no reason, and Dirge won't stop talking about punching people's skulls in.” She rested her forehead against her palms and groaned loudly. “I need some ale. Vekel, bring me some ale.” When the bartender didn't reply immediately, she looked up, eyes flashing. “Vekel! Ale!”
“Alright, alright!”
“So,” Vex continued, returning her focus to the archer, “Delvin's with Rodina, trying to calm her down, and Bryn's sleeping again. Just so you're up to speed.”
“Thank you,” Karliah murmured thoughtfully. Vex let her head rest against the table, gripping at the bottle Vekel had hurried to her, and the elf stood slowly. She moved silently across the room, her presence almost unsettling to those watching her.
Her first stop was the Cistern. Rodina had calmed down, evidently enough, but her eyes were still red and raw from the tears. Delvin sat at her side, eying her nervously as if expecting her to start sobbing again, and reaching out to awkwardly pat her shoulder every now and again. When the Dunmer approached, both looked up, and the Breton forced a smile.
“Hello.”
“How are you feeling?” Karliah asked, crouching in front of her. Delvin rose to his feet, mumbling something about giving them privacy, and returned to the Flagon quickly. In his wake, Rodina motioned for her friend to sit at her side.
“It's been a long night,” she said, “but we're all alive.” She leaned back against the wall, shaking her head. “Gods, it was a mess. If I had a septim for every time Dirge threatened to pummel someone in the past hour...”
“So I heard,” Karliah remarked with a soft smile. “And Brynjolf? Vex tells me he's been awake.”
“Yes, but not for very long,” Rodina reported. “I imagine he's tired. I would be, too.” The two sat in thoughtful silence for a moment before the elf spoke again.
“I never expected you to go in after him.”
“Why not?” Rodina asked, alarmed. “I didn't know if he was awake, and I couldn't take that chance. You thought I would just leave him behind?!” Karliah stared at her and rose her hands defensively.
“I didn't mean--”
“After all we've been through together, I couldn't! You ought to know that, Karliah.” The Breton's eyes welled up again, and she turned away, trying to keep the tears from starting up. She was amazed there were even any left, at this point. Karliah lay a hand cautiously on her friend's knee.
“You know I didn't mean it like that,” she said softly. Rodina nodded curtly.
“...I do know that. I'm sorry, I'm just...” She sighed weakly. “I really am sorry.” Karliah nodded, rising from the bed and gesturing at the pillow.
“I understand. You've had a hard day. Please, for your sake, get some rest,” she advised her. Her friend kicked up the blankets and crawled underneath them, smiling up at the Dunmer.
“You'll wake me up if something big happens, right?”
“Of course. Sleep well.” As Rodina's eyes drifted closed, Karliah turned away, returning to the door she had come from.
She needed to pay a visit to Brynjolf, as well.
Re: F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-04-22 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)Love this fic - can't wait for Bryn's reaction!
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-18 12:47 am (UTC)(link)“Ah...good to see you there, lass,” he said. Karliah took a seat on the edge of his bed, her lips tight with concern.
“How are you feeling, Brynjolf?” she asked. The Nord chuckled weakly, only to grimace.
“Not thirsty, I can tell you that much,” he joked. Noticing the reproachful glare from his friend, he glanced away. “I'm alright, lass. Mercer's dead, you and Rodina are alive, and the Guild might be able to get back on its feet now. If the price was almost drowning...I can live with that.” Karliah sighed, running a hand through her dark hair.
“I hope you didn't say that to Rodina,” she said bluntly. “She nearly worried herself sick over you, Brynjolf.”
“So I've heard. Every time I woke up, she was either crying or pale in the face. I imagine getting out wasn't easy for her, either.” Now Karliah looked up sharply, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Getting out...? They didn't tell you, then?” she asked, stunned. The redhead raised an eyebrow at her.
“Was there more?”
“Rodina got out of the water with me.” Karliah bit her lip and shook her head, fighting back an unexplainable surge of anger. “The moment she realized you weren't with us, she threw herself back in.” The look in Brynjolf's eyes changed, but he said nothing, leaving Karliah to clench her fists. “I can't believe nobody told you. Why wouldn't Rodina, at least?”
“Rodina's never been one for bragging,” the Nord replied weakly. The Dunmer glared at him.
“It's not bragging!”
“To her, it might as well be.” Brynjolf leaned back now, staring up at the ceiling. “You're being honest with me, lass?”
“I wouldn't lie to you. Especially not about this,” Karliah replied irritably. “You owe her your life, Brynjolf. Please remember that, when you speak with her next.” He nodded wordlessly, looking as though he was fighting the urge to sleep again.
“What are you going to do now, then?” he asked. Karliah looked down at her hands. She wasn't quite sure herself, now that Mercer was gone.
“The Skeleton Key needs to be returned to the Twilight Sepulcher. I spoke to Rodina about that on the way back. She's to do it.” She paused, looking back at him now. “As for me...I think I'm going to go back to Nightingale Hall, when this is all done. It's where I belong.”
“Are you sure?” Brynjolf asked, gesturing around him. “You were always a damn good thief, Karliah. You could come back. With Mercer gone, you'd have nothing to fear, and--”
“I can't do that,” Karliah interrupted quickly. “This place, these people...they are an enormous part of me, but...” She trailed off, a million things that she could say running through her head. “I'm sorry, Brynjolf. You know I can't come back.”
“I understand, lass,” Brynjolf replied, reaching for her hand. “I just wanted you to know that the option's there.”
“What about you, then? What are you going to do?” Karliah asked, more than happy to change the subject. Brynjolf shrugged, pulling his hand back and laying down once more.
“Same as always, I suppose. Rodina's going to be Guildmaster, so I'll just work for her instead of for Mercer. Easy enough.” Karliah looked down at him, allowing herself a smile.
“Is that it, then?” she asked, almost teasingly. “I wasn't so dead-set on killing Mercer that I didn't see anything else at Irkngthand.” When Brynjolf only raised an eyebrow at her, she rose to her feet. “You like her, don't you?”
“I 'like' anyone who helps get the Thieves' Guild back in order,” the redhead replied simply. Karliah nodded, noting how tired he truly looked.
“Sleep well,” she replied just as bluntly, leaving him be for the night. It could wait, she reminded herself. At least until they were both well-rested.
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 4/?
(Anonymous) 2015-06-25 03:09 am (UTC)(link)But this time, he couldn’t. Even from where he was standing, he could see the spray of bright red blood as Mercer lunged forward, slicing Rodina’s throat in a smooth stroke. As she fell from the statue, Brynjolf screamed—only to find out that his voice was gone. Mercer’s laugh filled the room as he vanished, leaving the redheaded Nord to hold Rodina’s broken, pale body as the room filled with water…
He sat up in bed sharply, his brow sweaty. A few feet away, Vekel jumped, startled by the sudden movement.
“Gods, Brynjolf, you shouldn’t move so fast…you’re recovering, remember?” he chided, coming to join him. “How are you feeling?” The bedridden man was still trying to catch his breath, and he leaned back against the pillows.
“…Hungry,” he admitted with a sigh. “I imagine it’s been quite some time since I’ve eaten.” The bartender grinned and nodded.
“True enough. I had Tonilia whip up something for when you woke up. It’ll be ready soon.” As if on cue, Tonilia approached, steam rising from the fresh bowl of stew in her hands.
“Rabbit meat and potato. You need something hearty,” she said, placing it on the bedside table. She took a seat by his legs while he reached for the bowl, and nodded approvingly when he began scarfing it down. “That’s the spirit. You’re looking much better than you did when the girls brought you back.” Suddenly brought back to his senses, Brynjolf looked up from his meal, concern returning to his face.
“Where is Rodina?” he asked. “I needed to speak to her, if she’s not sleeping.” The sudden tension in Vekel’s shoulders and an anxious lip bite from Tonilia had his heart racing again.
“She left…” Vekel finally said. “Karliah said she went to the Twilight Sepulcher. Something about returning a key?” Brynjolf immediately went slack, returning the bowl to the table, and Tonilia sighed.
“Bryn, you have to eat—”
“I’ve had my fill.” Brynjolf forced himself from the bed, his knees shaking. She had left without a word. Not even a goodbye. And he was stuck here in bed, unable to help her all over again.
Gods damn it all.
When his fellow thieves saw him stumbling through the Cistern, lost in thought, they knew better than to approach him. They knew the look on his face well enough to know that no good would come out of speaking to him now, and they had learned why before he had even woken up. Karliah had made sure of that, whether she meant to or not.
For the Dunmer’s part, she was firing arrows into a worn-out target when Rune approached her with the news of Brynjolf’s awakening. Sighing nervously, she placed the bow aside and hurried from the training room.
“You’re out of bed too early,” she complained when she found her companion. “You’re still ill. You should be resting whenever you can.” Brynjolf turned to her, eyes blazing, and squared his shoulders.
“Why did you let her go? You knew we had to talk, and you knew she had to rest! And you let her go out and throw herself in more danger, before I could even say goodbye!” he raged. Karliah shook her head, boldly placing a hand on the Nord’s shoulder.
“Brynjolf, listen to me,” she began gently. “I never gave her permission. I told her not to go, and she snuck out during the night. I looked everywhere for her this morning.” She paused, then shook her head sadly. “I’m just as worried as you are. Please understand that. But she’s gone. I’m going to go and find her soon, but her journey is in her own hands from now on. You need to do what I’m doing.”
“And what’s that?” the Nord scoffed, crossing his arms. Karliah leveled him with a cool stare.
“Have faith in her. And take it up with her when she comes back.”
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 5/?
(Anonymous) 2015-06-25 03:34 am (UTC)(link)Oh, Karliah…she would be livid when Rodina returned. She had defied the wishes of the whole Guild by escaping during the night, and she knew she would have to answer for it when she got back. But the Key was a temptation she couldn’t afford, as she had seen with Mercer, and the sooner she returned it to Nocturnal, the sooner she could finally put her Guild’s curse behind her and move forward. There was no time to waste.
Before she could progress any further, she was stopped by the sight of a pale blue ghost on the stairs. He eyed her curiously as she approached, but said nothing.
“Hello,” Rodina offered cautiously. “Who are you?”
“I am a former Guildmaster, trapped here as so many before me,” the ghost explained. “I belong in Nocturnal’s realm, as I pledged my soul to her, but…the Skeleton Key has been stolen by a traitor to our name.” He sighed, not noticing Rodina’s eyes widening with recognition.
“Wait…are you Gallus?” she asked.
“How do you know of that name?” the ghost replied cautiously. Rodina reached into her pack for the Key, showing him the bejeweled handle but keeping a firm grip on it.
“My name’s Rodina. I took this from Mercer Frey, and I’m bringing it back…I work with Karliah,” she added, finally piquing the spirit’s interest.
“Karliah…! Oh, gods, she’s alive…I was so worried,” he sighed. “Rodina, is it? You’re a worthy soul, bringing such good news along with the Skeleton Key…I presume Mercer is dead, then?” Rodina nodded, and Gallus smiled weakly. “Then all is as it should be, and our Guild might live after all…” Rodina beamed in return, pocketing the Key again.
“That’s what I want to see, too,” she said. “Karliah speaks fondly of you…it’s good to meet you.” Gallus moved closer, his face softening.
“My little Nightingale…you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that she lives.” He paused, looking behind him at the arches that led deeper into the ruin. “I wish I could help you more, with all that you’ve brought me today. But to venture further would corrupt me, like it’s corrupted the souls inside.” Rodina nodded her understanding and patted the hilt of her weapon.
“I came here prepared,” she assured him. “Karliah warned me that this would be difficult, but I’m ready.” Gallus observed her more closely, then nodded as well.
“I know. I can sense it. You care for your Guild, and the people in it. You will prevail,” he said firmly. “And, if I may. You’ll return to the person you care for most, but whether or not you keep your feelings a secret is up to you, as all things are.” Now the Breton’s face reddened, and she crossed her arms self-consciously.
“You can read my mind?”
“No, but I can sense the driving forces in your heart. You’re full of love undiscovered. Am I incorrect in that assumption?” The girl sighed.
“I…have unfinished business with someone I care about very much, yes. I left without saying goodbye,” she replied.
“You’ll have the chance,” Gallus promised, before gesturing up at the stairs. “But not while you stand here talking to me. It’s time for you to go, Rodina. Until we meet again.” Rodina gritted her teeth, trying her best to mask her fear of what lay ahead.
“Until we meet again,” she agreed, and then ascended the stony steps.
F!DB/Brynjolf: "Across the Water" 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-06-25 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)“So, you’ve made it. The Key has been stolen, a “champion” has returned it to the Sepulcher…history does repeat itself, doesn’t it?” Nocturnal asked coldly, looking down upon the weary Breton. “You’ve obediently performed your duties to the letter, as was expected. Now, I bid you to drink deeply from the Ebonmere. You are my agent now, after all.”
“Of course…” Rodina murmured, resting her chin on the chilly stones as the Daedric Lord descended into the glowing waters of the Ebonmere. She wasn’t quite as surprised at the sight of her as she had been before, when she had seen her first Daedric Lord; the more she thought about it, the more confusing it was that she could be nonchalant about the sight of one.
Perhaps it was just that she was tired. Even her hand felt heavy as she dipped it into the Ebonmere, cupping her palm so that she could take it in. The water sliding down her throat was the last thing she felt before she collapsed, sleep taking her away as she hit the dark floor.
Karliah entered the sanctum to find the girl there, her pale face illuminated by the glow of a specter. When the ghost looked up, she felt her heart catch in her throat.
“Gallus…”
“Hello, Karliah. It’s so good to see you,” Gallus said gently, rising and drawing nearer to her. Tears welled in the Dunmer’s eyes, and she nodded wordlessly, glancing back at where Rodina lay. “She’ll live. This place was very corrupted without the Key, and it was too much for her. I hope you brought a horse.” Karliah nodded again, forcing herself to speak.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered. Gallus smiled, placing a transparent hand on the back of her neck.
“You’ll never be without me again,” he assured her. “I’ll watch you from the Evergloam, until the day you come to join me. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself until then.” Karliah allowed a few tears to fall, and nodded quickly.
“I’ll do my best, my love,” she replied. “I’ll come and meet you as soon as my time here is done.”
“Not a moment after,” the phantom agreed, leaning forward to plant a cold kiss on her cheek. “Until next we meet, my love. Stick to the shadows.” He stepped into the Ebonmere, closing his eyes as it took him away, and Karliah bit back a sob as he vanished.
“Always,” she agreed to the now still room. In the silence that followed, she crouched at Rodina’s side, rolling her onto her back so that she could see her better. The color was all but gone from her face, but her breath came in shallow gasps, and a look behind her eyelids revealed that she was still alive. Bracing herself, Karliah pulled the girl up and then hoisted her onto her shoulders.
Gallus was correct; she had brought a horse. But it would be a long journey to Riften all the same.
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
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