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The Joy of Touch 7/?

Date: 2013-02-24 04:40 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Cicero hugged her, suddenly feeling worried. He often touched her in small ways when they were alone together. A brushing of her shoulder, a touch of her hair, and almost always they held hands when they walked together. It helped him feel like she was real and not some dream. “Phoebe is safe now that she has Sanctuary,” he promised fiercely.

“I know,” she had answered before kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, not planning the words and unable to snatch them back once they were out of his fool mouth.

Phoebe’s eyes widened in surprise, but she only smiled and patted his cheek. “I love you too.”

Cicero couldn’t tell if she meant it as a sister or lover. Normally he would just ask, but the thought of her saying only as a sister and losing this one friendship hurt too much to consider. She must have picked up on his change of mood because she asked, “Is everything okay? You are really quiet.”

“Phoebe makes Cicero feel uncertain,” he admitted.

“Is that bad?” she asked nervously.

“I don’t know,” he said. It was nice to have someone else shake up the status quo, but it was odd for it to be to him.



Often Phoebe would be gone for several weeks to fulfill a contract. Those were the worst times. She always asked the Listener if she wanted anything if she was going to a large city or hold. Sometimes Elaninde would give her a list, sometimes not. Then clever Phoebe would ask the Keeper if he needed anything from the alchemy shops for his oils for Mother since he frequently didn’t leave Sanctuary. Cicero was always touched she had thought of him, but it didn’t make up for how much he missed her.

It was during one of these times when Elaninde found out Cicero’s true weakness. He had been feeling rather manic and had spent dinner juggling various plates and silverware while cackling and singing. Some of the initiates had been laughing at his antics, which undoubtedly had annoyed Elaninde to no end.

“If you can’t behave like a grown man at the dinner table, I’m inclined to send you to your room,” she snapped. Cicero had been unable to hide the look of pure horror at her statement and Elaninde had latched onto it immediately. She grinned cruelly. “That sounds perfect. Go to your room for the rest of the night, Keeper.”

He had dropped the items he had been juggling, uncaring when they fell and shattered on the ground. A righteous fury swept over him and Cicero would have given anything to be able to leap over the table and put a second grin on that bitch’s face. But no, the Tenets had to be observed.

Cicero had trudged off to his room and spent the rest of the night reading. It didn’t really matter. The only sibling he really could talk to was gone on contract. And now Cicero had a reason to be away from Elaninde.

If that had been the extent of it, Cicero would have been fine. He had dozens of ways to stay entertained by himself. But Elaninde figured out that she needed to be more explicit in her punishment. “No lights when you’re banished,” she commanded the next time.

Now Cicero was left alone in the dark with nothing to do. The irony of being surrounded by people was not lost on him.

If Elaninde thought he would be grateful to be allowed out to do her chores, she was sadly mistaken. Cicero lashed out by doing everything he could to “accidentally” ruin her things. This, of course, infuriated the werefox, but that was the only thing that really made Cicero happy while Phoebe was gone.

Long, long, long days spent endlessly alone in his room. Nothing to help pass the time. Cicero could feel himself unraveling. He started to question the truth of everything, if things were real. Only the Night Mother was solid to him.

Finally a knock came at his door.

“Who’s there?” Cicero snapped, his senses on edge.

“Phoebe,” she whispered gently through the door. “I’m home. What happened?”

“The great and powerful Listener is displeased with her Keeper,” Cicero snarled. He had jumped off his bed and was pressed against the door. He wished he could reach out and touch Phoebe. What if she wasn’t real after all? What if he had made her up to help combat the loneliness and despair he felt so frequently? “I missed you.”

The Joy of Touch 8/?

Date: 2013-02-24 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The silence lasted so long, he wondered if she had left or if she had even been there to begin with. Then he had to jump back when the door opened and Phoebe slipped in. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him before he could speak. Cicero growled against her lips as he pulled her to his bed. He would need no light for this particular activity!

“Cicero, Cicero, wait, please,” she pleaded as he pressed her against the bed.

“Why?” he asked, backing off. He wished he could see her face. He wished he had asked before instead of waiting for now. Cicero wasn’t certain how much more disappointment he could take now. He would honor her wishes, but gods he was going to know why at least.

“I’m,” she sighed, “I’m a virgin.”

Cicero had to laugh at that. He didn’t care how loud he was. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t laughed madly before. No one would think it odd if they heard him.

Of course she was a virgin. It certainly explained her awkwardness at times and her nativity. “What then?” Cicero asked bitterly. “Are you waiting to be bound to someone before Mara? Waiting to find your true love?” He knew his voice was higher pitched than normal, but Cicero was so tired, so frustrated, so weary of being fate’s chew toy.

“No,” she said gently. “I just choose to not have sex.” Her hands were on his tunic, untying it. His motley fell open and he could feel her hands touching him, tracing along his chest, down his ribs, resting on his pants. “But there are other options for pleasure. If you want.”

“Yes! Cicero has wanted for so long!” Cicero grabbed her and crushed her to him, ignoring the pinching of the buckles on her armor. He kissed her hard, probably bruising her, but not caring. She wasn’t protesting and the only sounds he heard were closer to purring than anything else.

His hands flew over her shrouded armor, pulling it off as soon as the buckles came loose. It fell to the floor with barely a rattle. Once bare-chested, Phoebe wrapped her hands in his hair, pulled him close as she kissed him. She was all tongue, licking and tasting him. She sighed against his mouth as he touched her breasts, marveling at the firmness and enjoying how perfectly they fit his hands. Cicero ran his thumbs over her nipples, already hard from the cool air.

Reluctantly, he moved further down, unbuckling her pants. Instead of pushing them down, he dipped his hand under the cloth to touch her sex. She was already soaking wet! Cicero cried against the nape of her neck when she returned the favor by grabbing his erection and stroking it through the motley cloth.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured, clearly pleased at his current condition. She kissed him again and this time they were tumbling onto his bed.

Cicero rolled so he was on top of Phoebe, grinding against her so she could feel his length against her. Her little cries of pleasure drove him wilder. Her legs wrapped around him, thrusting back. Her hands were busy pulling off his top, but Cicero was amused she didn’t touch his cap.

Their hands were a flurry, running over each other, pushing offending cloth and leather aside for better access to hidden flesh. Kisses and bites were rained shortly after. Hands in hair, pulling and nudging as needed.

“Gods, I think this is the warmest I’ve been since I’ve come to Skyrim,” Phoebe sighed. Cicero could feel how flushed her skin was and had to agree.

“If Cicero had known, he would have suggested this weeks ago,” he chuckled.

“I want to taste you,” she declared suddenly. Cicero was pushed onto his back and she was straddling him, rubbing against him hard as she kissed him. She trailed down his neck and lingered at his chest, kissing his collar bone before moving further.

Then his pants were pooled around his ankles and her lips on his cock. Cicero almost forgot how to breathe she felt so good wrapped around him. She may have never had a man in her, but Phoebe knew what she wanted and how to get it.

Her hands were on his hips, stroking up and down while she alternated between tonguing his tip and sucking on it. Then she took him fully into her mouth, moving up and down rapidly making slurping sounds eagerly.

The Joy of Touch 9/9

Date: 2013-02-24 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“Cicero is going to come quickly like this,” he gasped. His hands were in her hair, not forcing her actions, but to feel her silky tresses.

“It might be best if you do,” she said after a pause. “Otherwise, I might be…tempted.”

Oh how he wanted her to be tempted! He managed to choke out an “Okay,” before she continued her administrations on him. Her tongue furiously licking him as one hand stroked.

“Oh Sithis, yes, Sithis, yes, please,” Cicero chanted. He shifted to thrust against her, but her hand that was still on his hips gave a warning and he paused to let her do as she wished. Then he was thickening and hot seed shot from him. Cicero grunted from the pressure. It felt so good it was almost painful.

He expected her to jerk away when he came, but to Cicero’s pleased surprise Phoebe swallowed all of it, barely gagging despite the volume. It had been a long time since Cicero had even had a desire to pleasure himself and it showed.

The jester, suddenly boneless, flopped back onto the bed with his arms spread eagle. Phoebe teased him by continuing to lick his rapidly softening cock before crawling into his embrace. She curled up against him, nuzzling him.

“Not going to leave me hanging, are you?” she asked.

“Never,” Cicero growled. He kissed her again, tasting himself on her lips. He rolled her onto her side so her back was against him as he slipped his hand into her pants again. His hand was soaked and he suspected her poor leather pants would need a thorough washing next time she went to laundry. Maybe Cicero could figure a way to offer to do it for her without drawing attention. Or maybe he would do it anyway. Elaninde could choke on a dick as far as he was concerned.

Cicero pulled Phoebe tight to his chest as he fingered her. His thrusts were hard and fast and she seemed to like it well enough as she moaned his name over and while her own hips pushed against his hand.

“Do you want Cicero to taste you too?” he asked, nibbling on her ear. Some women were particular about the difference between giving and receiving and Cicero didn’t want anything to go wrong now that he was pleasuring her.

“Next time,” she grunted as she reached back to wrap her arm around his neck. “This feels so good. Don’t stop!”

Next time! There would be a next time!

Cicero impatiently kicked off his pants and boots to give himself better leverage as he curved against Phoebe’s body. They fit so well together. Everything was within easy reach instead of needing to stretch to get to anything good.

He alternated between rubbing his thumb over her clit and touching the folds surrounding it. She moaned and begged for him to finish her as he moved against her. Finally, Cicero gave all his attention to the swollen nub and focused on stroking it until she came.

Phoebe grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as she writhed against him, practically flailing as if from a seizure. When she finished, she was boneless in his arms. “I don’t think I can move,” she muttered.

“Cicero takes it that you enjoyed it?” he laughed.

“Oh yes, my Keeper,” she mumbled. Even in the dark, it was pretty obvious she was having a hard time making words.

“Is Phoebe falling asleep?” Cicero asked, partly worried and partly pleased. It took a certain skill to make a woman pass out from pleasure.

“Mmm,” was her only reply.

Well, it wasn’t as if anyone knew she was back from her contract. It should be safe for her to spend the night. He slipped out from under her to pull her pants off, leaving the smalls.

It would be better to leave those on to avoid temptation.

He folded her clothes and put them to the side before crawling back into the bed with her. Cicero was actually looking forward to sleeping with his dearest friend in his arms. Later he would deal with worrying about Elaninde.

“I love you,” Cicero whispered. He laughed at her wordless grunt before closing his eyes and falling asleep too.

Re: The Joy of Touch 9/9

Date: 2013-02-24 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Bypassing Anon just wanting to say that she LOVED, LOVED, LOVED this!

Re: The Joy of Touch 9/9

Date: 2013-02-24 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you, anon! Greatly appreciated! =D

Re: The Joy of Touch 9/9

Date: 2013-02-25 12:32 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP here.

By Sithis! This is incredible! I remember reading and loving your first fic, and I'm utterly thrilled that mine is the prompt that brought that 'verse back to the meme! My Gods I love how you handled AUing the destruction of the Sanctuary (and you saved Arnbjorn! Maybe not in the happiest way, but still! Arnbjorn lives! *happy dance*)

And Cicero is PERFECT here. So well written that I could hear the VA in my head as I read him.

And Phoebe. Lovely, not-so-innocent Phoebe. She is lovely, and kind - and yes, kindness is rare in Assassins, although I thought it was a kindness to kill off Grelod...

I'm just so incredibly happy! Thank you, good Anon! Thank you!

Re: The Joy of Touch 9/9

Date: 2013-02-25 03:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you for the lovely prompt, OP! I loved writing it! =D

I'm especially tickled that you liked Cicero. I've written quite a bit about him, so it's good to hear his voice hasn't drifted. =)

I agree that killing Grelod is a kindness. The first time I played I felt bad because she was a bit of a bitch, but can you really kill someone for that reason?

Then when I played again, I found out about the little room with the shackles and suddenly I was "Bitch has to go down". That's not even including all the other terrible thing I found out she had done to the kids.

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