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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 9a/11 -- F!DB/M!Bandit
Date: 2013-02-01 03:02 am (UTC)Making a decent living is hard work. Roliand spends most days routing bandits or other undesirables from locations that “civilized” folk want for their own purposes. He’s killed more bandits, more forsworn, more monsters than he’s capable of counting. Most nights, he’s tired and dirty.
When he’s very lucky, he gets a warm meal or a soft bed. Sometimes he gets both. He can count the times that has happened on one hand. But he understands that with the country on the brink of civil war, times are hard for everyone, so he does his best to ensure that he pays what he can. He’s not making money like he did when he was a bandit, but he’s getting by, and he’s doing the right thing.
He’s trying hard to lose himself in the work, trying to forget about Kathryn. When he’s busy, and his sword is in his hand and he’s fighting for his life, it’s easy.
But nights like this, when it’s quiet and there is no danger on the horizon, he can’t keep her out of his mind. He’s been keeping track of her ascent to glory. He’s heard stories of her, songs of her. Whenever anyone mentions the “Dragonborn” or the “Dovahkiin” his ears perk up, and he lingers a little longer than is really necessary. At first he hadn’t been sure it was her, but as he heard more about her accomplishments, he became more and more certain.
It’s his Kathryn out there, fighting the bad guys and protecting the world. He’s so proud of her his chest feels ready to burst. He wishes she could be with him, that he could be by her side.
He listens to stories of her doing the dirty work for soft Jarls, of her fighting bandits and forsworn. It’s sad, but he’s pleased to hear that she’s doing the same things he’s doing. Sure, her work has more glory, but his name could be out there too, if he wasn’t so determined to keep a low profile. And since he’s nobody as exciting as the Dragonborn, it mostly works.
Even as he makes a point of sitting in taverns and listening to gossip, he’s always a little afraid of what he’s going to hear. Roliand fears the day that he hears about her getting married, about her having children. He doesn’t think he can bear the thought of her settling down with anyone else. It’s going to take a very special sort of man to deal with a woman as powerful as she is becoming. She’s never quite going to settle down the way another woman might, and she’s going to need a husband who understands that.
One who lets her have her space. One who goes with her when she wants the company. A husband who has her back and doesn’t mind if his wife is more famous than he is. Sometimes it takes focused effort to resist thinking about how he’d be that husband. He misses her. He wants to be by her side again. Wants to kiss her again, to feel her warm and soft in his arms.
Sometimes Roliand thinks back to the day he left her behind, and wonders if he made the right choice. Would she have become as great if he had stayed? Or would he have held her back, and kept her from reaching her full potential? Sometimes he wishes he had stayed, thinking that it would be alright for her to live in obscurity if they were together. But it’s not true, and even in the deepest moments of self-pity he understands that she’s got a greater destiny than he does.
She’s going to save the world, and he’s just an ex-bandit who makes his coin bashing heads together.
"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 9b/11 -- F!DB/M!Bandit
Date: 2013-02-01 03:04 am (UTC)There’s this selfish part of him that wants to go rushing to her even now, to tell her that he loves her and it’s been unbearable existing without her. And then he reminds himself that she’s probably moved on. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t heard a word about her finding a husband, a lover. There’s nary a word about her romantic prospects, and he doesn’t know if it’s because she’s discreet or if it’s because there isn’t anyone.
He selfishly hopes she’s as alone as he is, and immediately he feels bad for that. He doesn’t wish her unhappiness, he just wishes that her happiness was with him.
Roliand is lost in his thoughts as his dinner cooks over a small campfire. He’s in one of those wells of self-pity that have become more frequent recently, and he’s not really paying to his surroundings when he feels a dagger press into his back.
He freezes, his mind very abruptly and firmly grounded in the present. He’s contemplating whether he can get to his sword before the blade at his back is stabbing into important organs when he hears a familiar voice.
“Sloppy.” It’s a familiar voice, and instead of that being a relief, he tenses further.
“By the nine, princess, you scared me!” He’s gasping and turning to see her.
She’s as beautiful as he remembers, perhaps a bit sharper around the edges, but not in a bad way. His chest tightens as he watches her step around him and settle on the ground a short distance away from him. She’s watching him warily, not quite smiling, but he can see that she’s not going to shout him to pieces, so that’s something.
They’re silent, contemplating each other for a long time. He’s not sure whether he should apologize, or congratulate her on making something of herself, and she’s not giving him any clues as to what she’s thinking about either. He has nothing to go on, and it’s painfully apparent that he’s lost in this conversation.
He’s gotten less good with people over time, like his self-inflicted solitude has ruined his social skills. He watches her, not quite sure what to say, not sure how to begin a conversation that is long-overdue. And she’s watching him, and waiting for him to say something, anything. He can see it in the way her brows are slowly rising, in the way her lips are pursed in disapproval.
He opens his mouth to say something, rethinks it, realizing he’ll sound like an idiot of the highest caliber, and then closes his mouth.
“So,” she says finally, a small act of mercy. “What have you been up to? I haven’t heard a thing.”
“Uh,” He gestures vaguely in the air. He’s really not good at this. “Dealing with problems for people. Taking care of uh... issues.”
“I hear rumors that you’re an assassin.” He lets out a surprised bark of laughter, and she frowns at him. That was clearly not the response she wanted or expected. “Are they true?”
“No,” He’s still laughing, and with the laughter has come a release of tension. Perhaps that’s why he’s laughing so hard at something that is honestly not very funny. He’s so tense, he just doesn’t know how to deal with it now that it’s been relieved. “I’m not an assassin. I deal with uh... other things. Bandits, forsworn, draugr, pests. I’m still just a simple mercenary, a simple man.”
Kathryn nods, and he can see that she’s piecing things together in her head.
“What about you, Dovahkiin, how’s life in the spotlight treating you?” She flinches, eyes him warily. Clearly she wasn’t expecting him to have kept track of her. Surprise! he thinks. He’s been following her every movement, missing her desperately and trying to convince himself he didn’t. Of course he knows what she’s been doing.
“It’s...” She hesitates, chews on her lower lip, and then continues quickly, the words spilling out rapidly. “Roliand, I miss you. I don’t know why you left, or what’s going on, but I loved our time together, and I want... I want you by my side.”
"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 9c/11 -- F!DB/M!Bandit
Date: 2013-02-01 03:04 am (UTC)“Uh,” He fumbles. Kathryn rises, and begins to move away, her skin flushed red in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.”
“No, wait.” He rises, takes the two steps it requires to catch her, and then he’s got her hand, and he’s gently tugging her back. “Kat, I, it’s just...” He fumbles again, but this time she’s still here. She’s not running away. She won’t run away. “Kat, I’ve missed you. I’ve thought about you so much that it’s hard to believe this is real.”
She smiles then, leans in close, presses one hand against his cheek.
“I’m real. Promise.” And then she’s kissing him. She’s soft and sweet and even better at this than he remembers. All he wants to do is lose himself in her, something that’s not going to be an issue if she keeps kissing him like this.
“Kathryn,” he breathes, and he can’t keep the smile off his face. “I need to apologize for-“
She cuts him off with a finger gently placed upon his lips, stopping him from continuing.
“We can talk later. Right now, I just want you.” And then she’s kissing him again and sighing into his lips, and he’s tugging her clumsily down onto the bedroll and undressing her tenderly, taking his time to explore her as he’s never been able to before.
She’s making these soft breathy noises that he loves hearing. His hands are running along her body, and he’s kissing her face, and then he’s nuzzling against her breasts, teasing her nipples with teeth and lips and tongue, catching the sensitive peaks and nibbling on them, running his tongue along them, and his fingers are sliding between her thighs and parting her folds and rubbing her clit and she’s gasping and arching against him. She’s just so fucking beautiful when she’s like this that he doesn’t have words for it.
She’s whispering to him, begging him to be inside her, asking him to fill her, telling him she’ll do anything for it. But he isn’t going to argue with her, so he fumbles with his own clothing, and frees his erection from his pants, and then he’s hovering over her, and pressing into her and she’s amazing. Hot and wet and she’s clenching around him in just the right way.
He hasn’t been with another woman since her. Nobody else has interested him, so he’s a bit out of practice as he moves. If she notices, she doesn’t tease him about it. Instead, she’s rising and moving her hips so he’s moving in and out of her at a nearly frantic pace, and her gasps have become moans. He’s so close, and then he’s bucking into her and coming and she’s whispering his name and shaking and clenching and oragasming around him. He holds himself in her for a moment before slowly withdrawing.
“Kathryn,” he whispers. “I love you.”
“I know.” She turns her head so she’s looking at him. Her smile is gentle. “I love you, too.”
He grins. He’s allowed himself to think about this conversation before, but it’s never been like this, with her naked in his arms, her smile soft and happy.
He snuggles close to her, and relishes the feeling of her in his arms as he falls asleep.