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F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 3/?
Date: 2013-05-09 03:47 pm (UTC)His fingers began working between her legs once more and she gasped against his skin, moving her lips to suck on his sensitive ears. A throb of pleasure burned through him and she moaned loudly as two of his thick, rough fingers worked at making her come undone. His other hand rested on her back and he could feel her muscles slowly loosening, allowing her to slide onto him fully. They moaned loudly as, finally, she took all of him inside her and his fingers slowed on her clitoris but did not stop. She waited a moment before moving, evidentially letting herself adjust properly, and he took the opportunity to capture one of her hardened nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. Her back arched and he felt her twitch around him. Her hand on the back of his hand kept his head in place.
"Yes! More - "
He obeyed and as he sucked, he risked flexing his jaw slightly so his tusks grazed the soft skin around the protruding bump in his mouth. She protested when he stopped but groaned when he did the same to the other.
"Now, why have you - oh! - never done this before?" He grinned and he knew she could feel it against her skin. But his smile was replaced with a growl when she squeezed her muscles around his cock in revenge. She laughed and he felt breathless at the noise. At last.
"Are you ready?" He asked once he removed his mouth but still continued lazily circling her clit with his thumb.
"So very, very ready." She murmured, resting her head against his when they finally began to move. He kept his hands on her backside instead of her bruised hips and took most of her weight, relinquishing her of the control. He thought she would protest but instead she held onto his shoulders and trusted him to guide her.
He set the pace slow and steady, in more of an erotic grind than a desperate rut. The candles on the tables around them gave everything a soft glow and the steam rising from the bath water covered both of them in a blistering sheen, their bodies sliding together with ease. He could feel her tightening again but this time, he knew it was for an entirely different reason. Her moans had once again turned into soft gasps and she began rocking her hips in his hold.
"The door..." She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Lydia...she might...oh!"
"I do not care." He growled, his hips thrusting up to meet hers as the water lapped around them. "Let her see if she wants. Let her watch her Thane fuck an orc."
That was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out and clung to him as he helped her ride out her orgasm, his own coming a moment after, filling her up and making her let out a final whimper.
She slid off him and slumped against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck. The water covered her properly for the first time, swallowing her up to her breasts where it lapped around her dusky pink nipples. Ghorbash stroked her back and pressed his lips to her hair. It took him a moment to realise she had fallen asleep. Her breath was slow and steady against his green skin and he smiled.
It was only her face, her hair and the top of her back that hadn't seen any water. He cupped his hand and scooped up some water, pouring it over the top of her head where it cascaded through her hair and down her back, washing away the blood and grime. He did it again and again until she was clean and, thankfully, she didn't stir. Then he picked up the cloth draped over the side of the bath and soaked it before brushing it gently over her face. She fidgeted but still didn't wake. Evidentially, she needed the sleep.
He looked at her for a while, just studying her face - her pink lips, her dark eyelashes, her soft profile - before collecting her fully into his arms and standing with her. She curled against him but still didn't wake. He stepped out of the bath and carried her to the bed. He placed her down on the clean, white sheet and pulled the blankets up over her damp body. Then he clambered in the other side of the bed and slipped his arms around her, gathering her to his chest and falling into a quiet sleep.
A/N: More to come soon! Hope you're enjoying it so far!
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 3/?
Date: 2013-05-15 01:59 am (UTC)F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 4/?
Date: 2013-06-02 06:28 pm (UTC)And then she was gone.
That dragon had swept her off to Skuldafn and he could not follow.
"Stay at Breezehome?" She had asked, uncertain and nervous. "I would like you to be there when I return."
If, a disgustingly cruel voice had muttered in his head. If you return.
He spent his evenings sat in front of the fire, watching food bubbling away in the pot and knowing he would barely eat any. Lydia ate with him but then left him, keeping out of his way upstairs in her own room. He couldn't decide if he preferred the solitude or not. Loneliness crept up upon him quickly - as did melancholy - when he was alone but he found himself restless and uncomfortable when Lydia did sit with him. He realised he wanted company, just not the sort he could have right now.
Some nights, he considered making the short walk to The Bannered Mare, thinking it may do him some good to be amongst people. But the thought of all that noise, that talk, that laughter...it filled him with even more dread. He couldn't relate to such jollity, not right now.
This was so different to anything else he had experience. When he had left the stronghold for the Legion, he knew his people would be safe behind their guarded walls. When he and Endra faced dragons, mages and beasts, there was no time for fear; muscles reacted to threats before the mind could process them. But now he was left behind while she ventured off alone. And his muscles had nothing to do and his mind had far too much.
*
It was just over a week since she had gone when he heard calling outside, a commotion unusual for Whiterun's pleasant streets.
His eyes met Lydia's over the fire and at once, they both leapt to their feet and pulled open the front door.
It looked like everyone had poured outside, forgetting their work and staring up. Ghorbash hurried along up to the market, and saw more people pointing up. He kept on until he saw two guards stood at the top of the steps leading to Dragonsreach. They were both staring at him. His legs like iron, he pulled himself up to meet them. In his haze of fear, he could vaguely feel Lydia walking behind him.
"You'd best come in, orc. The Jarl thinks you should see this."
Ghorbash found himself nodding and following, his mind alternating between blank and racing.
The doors opened and he stepped inside. But Dragonsreach was eerily empty. Once he was up the steps, he saw that the Jarl was not in his throne and no one sat along the tables as they usually did.
"On the balcony."
That meant there was another set of stairs Ghorbash had to haul himself up before the ground levelled out and another great set of doors waited in front of him, the steward Proventus guarding them. He gave Ghorbash a slow nod.
"The Jarl is waiting. I..." But the Imperial trailed off, unable to finish his sentence and Ghorbash was hit with another wave of nausea.
The doors swung open and Ghorbash made his way onto the balcony, an incredible unease pulling at his brain.
He hated being back here: the very place she had left him over a week ago. Being back on this balcony, now devoid of both Endra and that dragon, just reinforced his loneliness. In the distance, right at the edge, he saw the Jarl and made his way over to him. Before the walls dropped away, the Jarl turned and saw him.
"Come, friend. Come."
And then the Jarl turned back and stared out. Ghorbash came to a stop by his side and realised why everyone in the town had been panicking and staring. In front of them was the Throat of the World, a mountain Ghorbash remembered climbing many times. But now, despite the clear sky, it was black and overcast.
And dragons, huge and fierce even from this distance, circled it, breathing fire and ice into the crisp air.
"So it is over." The Jarl said, bracing his hands on the balcony's edge. "All that remains in question is this: have we won or lost?"
*
Endra fell into the snow, kissing the ice with dry lips. She had never hurt like this, she had never had so many wounds. Every limb, every muscle cried for stillness.
But Gods she was alive. She was alive.
And she laughed, loud and clear, her voice merging with the roars of the dragons above her.
(So sorry for the delay! But I'm back...yay!)
F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 5/?
Date: 2013-06-16 06:40 pm (UTC)Though admittedly, he hadn't thought it would be quite so literal.
The door to Breezehome creaked open three days after that terrifying afternoon on the balcony, and she stood there. Breathing, smiling, bleeding and real. There was a moment where neither of them moved. He wasn't sure if he dared: too afraid that if he blinked, she'd be gone again.
But then she took one step forward and her legs gave way. He caught her just before she hit the floor, his arms around her waist. She sighed, still smiling slightly and turned into his chest. He moved one arm down to scoop her legs up and lifted her fully. He carried her up the stairs and Lydia rushed out of her room.
"My Thane! Is there anything - "
"Food and drink." Ghorbash said before the Nord in his arms had the time to respond. "Everything else can wait until morning."
Lydia nodded and rushed off downstairs. Ghorbash had to admit he had come to like the housecarl during his time at Breezehome. He was surprised how quietly thoughtful she was; leaving him alone most of the time but still ensuring her presence was felt enough for him to know she was there. They had built up a comfortable but quiet working relationship.
But now, all of his focus was on Endra. He placed her so gently on the bed, she laughed.
"What?"
"I am not a doll." She said, grinning through her tired expression.
"I know." He said, tossing her boots into the open chest and unbuckling her belt. "But you need to be looked after."
Her smile changed but Ghorbash couldn't tell if it was better or worse. "Just for tonight. And I would not have anyone else do it."
Her pale hand brushed the green skin of his face and he couldn't resist anymore. He leaned down and kissed her, gentle but loaded with emotion he didn't know how to express. She pulled away smiling and Lydia came in, no longer blinking at the sight of them together.
"Here." She placed a steaming bowl down on the bedside table and a goblet. "Stew and water."
"Thank you." Endra sat up and took a long drink, closing her eyes. She drained it and then picked up the bowl and spoon but Ghorbash pulled it off her.
"Not yet." His thick fingers fiddled with clasps of her armour. "This has to come off and you need to be in bed."
"I will leave you." Lydia gave them both a nod and left the room quickly and quietly.
Endra began stripping herself of her armour, tossing the pieces aside and wincing when she pulled off the jacket. The leather had joined with her skin when it healed days ago and now it was raw once again. He moved, his intent getting a cloth to hold against it but she pulled him down onto the bed.
"It is fine. It is not bleeding much. It can be sorted in the morning."
He agreed a little reluctantly and began pulling at the laces on her breeches. He pulled them this way, then that but still couldn't get them open. She chuckled and he frowned questionably.
"You've stripped me of my breeches plenty of times before and had no trouble."
He very nearly spluttered and she laughed again. Gods, he had never heard a sweeter sound.
Soon after, she was sat up in bed in one of his shirts, propped up against the pillows and slurping on stew. He sat and watched her, not daring to leave her for a moment. She smiled at him between each mouthful. He tried to smile but couldn't. Happiness hadn't struck him yet: just sheer relief.
"Is it done?" He had to ask, he had to hear her confirm it.
She placed the empty bowl on the bedside table and pulled the covers back next to her. She patted the bed. He obeyed her silent request and joined her under the blankets. She grasped his hand, warm and solid.
"It is done."
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 5/?
Date: 2013-08-03 01:35 pm (UTC)RE: F!DB/Ghorbash: In Hot Water 5/?
Date: 2017-06-06 06:54 am (UTC)