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Re: The Die is Cast 21/?

[(Anonymous)]

We made our way to my bedroom and Brynjolf turned his back to me, removing his armour and boots, leaving him in his somewhat stained linen shirt and leather trousers. I took breath to calm myself, slipping my linen shirt on over the towel wrapped round me before I dropped the towel onto a nearby chair. I slipped under the covers, coughing discretely to let Brynjolf know that he could turn around. He joined me in bed and for a moment we lay awkwardly side by side. It's just Brynjolf. You're safe. A sudden impulse had me shuffling over to lie next to him and I rested my head on his chest, repeating that litany in my head to fight the fear.

We lay like that for hours. Outside I could hear the bustle of the town as the townsfolk rose and went about their everyday business. Yet I couldn't sleep. As exhausted as I was I could still feel the ghost of their touch on my skin, haunting me. Could hear Mercer's promise ringing in my ears, taunting me, echoing round my head. Brynjolf wasn't asleep either, I could feel his hands moving, one stroking my arm and the other my hair.

"Bryn?" I tilted my head up to his. "Take it away."
He frowned down at me, clearly wondering what in Oblivion I meant, before freezing in place as I leant up to ghost a kiss on his lips.
"Lass, no. This isn't right, you've been through hell and back and this isn't what you need right now."
"All I can feel is their touch, all I can think about is what they did to me. I want you to help me, I want you to wipe it away. Please."
I leaned back in to kiss him harder, before pulling back to study his reaction. Concern flitted across his face though I thought I caught desire warring with it in his eyes. He was probably wondering if I had gone insane. Maybe I have. So I kissed him again. My tongue gently swept over his lips and he parted his lips with a groan, allowing me to deepen the kiss. His touch felt like a balm, pure, erasing the shame I felt, allowing me to be brave.
After a blissful eternity he pulled away, "Lass, you shouldn't do this."
"I want to." I need to.
He studied my face for a long moment, sweeping a thumb across my swollen lips, before nodding.
"Any time you say stop and I will. I promise."
I nodded, squashing down the fear. Then I hesitated, pulling myself up to kneel beside him in the bed, "Brynjolf, do you want to...you know? Because if you don't-"
He sat up and stared at me for a long moment in the early morning light, "You really don’t-" He broke off, with a small shaky laugh, that was so unlike the master thief I had come to know. "Lass, I've been falling in love with you from the moment you went missing after Snow Veil Sanctum. You are the smartest, most beautiful, strong and brave woman I have ever known. All I could think about was you and how much I missed you, how I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I even abandoned the Guild to go find you. Whatever you need from me, it's yours."