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Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.8
Date: 2014-06-15 07:12 pm (UTC)“Oh we still are,” Shevawna grinned, the words out before her brain could catch up with her mouth. Then she stopped, looking sheepishly at Vilkas. “But, er, we've got a cause? We've got a land to free? Just Madanach's been in prison and not able to give us really precise instructions or plan like he'd want to. But now he's free so who knows what will happen.”
“Are you going to join him?” Vilkas asked quietly. “He has to be building an army.”
“He has one,” Shevawna smirked. Then, seeing the genuine worry in Vilkas's eyes, she relented a little. She could reassure him on that point at least.
“I'm not going anywhere,” she told him. “Not yet. I think Jorrvaskr is where I need to be. Madanach has plenty of young Reachmen and women willing to fight and die for his cause. But not many willing to work with outsiders and keep the Reach safe in other ways.”
To her surprise, Vilkas actually smiled, which Shevawna had never seen him do before. The effect was disconcerting to say the least. It made him look younger. More boyish. Less grim and intimidating. Gentler.
She could get to like that smile. That really was frightening.
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More Silver Hand. A lot more Silver Hand. And Draugr. And Silver Hand and Draugr all attacking at once. Thank Sithis for Vilkas, Shevawna would never have made it on her own. As it was, they made a good team, Vilkas moving quickly and powerfully, carving into them with a greatsword that seemed to sing as it flew through the air, while Shevawna hung back, taking aim with her bow first, summoning Atronachs or raising corpses to help Vilkas out, then Destruction magic on people who got past Vilkas and were going for her, only switching to her Forsworn weapons when people got close up.
Then through into the locked part of the tomb after Shevawna found the key in a chest off to one side, and then skeevers, spiders and more Draugr. They finally ended up in a big chamber with a strange carved wall at the back... and on a table in front of it, a big chunk of iron with an elf's face on it.
“That's it,” Shevawna breathed, reaching out to take it. “Look, Vilkas, we did it, we got the – oh.”
As soon as she'd picked it up, the entrance door had slammed shut and locked itself, and one of the coffins smashed open, a Draugr stepping out, weapons raised.
There were an awful lot of coffins in this room, and if they all had Draugr... Shevawna looked at Vilkas, worried. He didn't look a lot happier.
“We fight them together, yes?” Vilkas asked, greatsword raised.
“Together,” Shevawna said, casting her armour and summoning an Atronach. If she died today, she would at least go out fighting.
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At least the Draugr didn't all burst out at once, and if they had that would have been the end of both of them. Stupid Nords, if the Reachmen had built tombs like this, they'd have had all the bonewalkers rise at once to slaughter the intruders with cunning and power. But it was Nords who'd built this place, Nords with their ridiculous sense of fair play, and so the Draugr came out a few at a time. Which made life a lot easier, and so Vilkas's greatsword swung and Shevawna's magic flared and both would dance around each other to take down a foe the other had missed and really Shevawna was starting to enjoy this, just her and Vilkas against the world or twenty Draugr at least, moving in harmony, always aware of where the other was and not one spell hitting him or any stroke of the greatsword getting her, just seamless slaughtering.
And at last one Draugr fell burning at Shevawna's feet while another fell neatly cloven in two before Vilkas, and no one was moving but the two of them and Shevawna was breathless but ready for more. It was a shame there were no more opponents, Shevawna felt ready to take on more, and from the look in his eyes, so did Vilkas, only sheathing his sword with regret.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-15 07:13 pm (UTC)“We did,” Vilkas said, approaching with a smile on his face and half-closed eyes and before she knew it he was hugging her. “You fought well, Shield-Sister.”
“And you,” Shevawna managed to get out, hugging him back, still too high on post-battle euphoria to question why she was hugging a man she thought she hated. “But I'm not a full Companion, isn't there some sort of initiation first?”
“Someone from the Circle watches you on a dangerous mission to make sure you're honourable,” Vilkas growled, still not letting go of her. “They say you are, you're in. I watched you doing all this, you're honourable and you're brave.”
“But you're not in the Circle any more,” Shevawna gasped, suddenly feeling very nervous. He still hadn't let go of her.
“No,” said Vilkas quietly. “But my word still counts for something or Kodlak would have thrown me out.”
He still hadn't let her go and Shevawna was started to get a bit worried. She was still full of adrenaline from the battle, ready to fight some more or run, run run until it was all out of her system, or find someone cute and fuck them til they screamed, but Vilkas was holding her and she could do none of those things.
“Vilkas,” she whispered. “You need to let me go. Either let me go or have sex with me because I really need to get it out of my – mmm!” He'd started as she'd said the word sex, eyes wide as he'd stared down at her – and then she'd seen a wildness, an all too familiar hunger in his eyes and now he was kissing her, lips on hers as he crushed her to him, scooping her up and walking her backwards until she felt her back meet the inside of a Draugr coffin, pinning her in place as he finally stopped kissing her and began removing her top, her headdress having already fallen off by this point.
All right then, sex it was, which was a bit weird considering she'd thought they hated each other, but then his mouth found her nipple and she stopped giving it a second thought because damn that felt good.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered and then Vilkas's fingers were sliding into her smallclothes and that felt even better. Thumb on her clit and fingers sliding into her cunt, and it all felt good, so good, Vilkas knew what he was doing, that was a surprise but a pleasant one. She'd heard Nord men were all about the cock and fucking and not a lot else, but Vilkas seemed to know what foreplay was.
“Please... yes, more, harder...”
“Gods, I want you, gods I need you, I can't stop, I can't...”
“Don't stop... don't stop... yes, like that...”
“... what are you doing to me, why... gods yes, yes, you're beautiful, yes...”
Shevawna closed her eyes as his fingers worked deeper, orgasm claiming her as she clung on to him, and by the old gods, he really did know what he was doing. Shevawna clung on to him, shrieking his name as she came before collapsing in his arms.
Vilkas's fingers left her, and he let her go, stepping away as she slid to the ground, exhausted. Was there going to be more? Was he going to fuck her next? He must want more, she'd not even touched him. Would he let her suck him off? She'd be all right with going down on him after that orgasm.
But he hadn't said anything and when she looked up, he was blushing furiously, staring at his hand in horror, fingers still dripping with her juices.
“Vilkas?” Shevawna asked, confused. “What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, looking horrified... and revolted and that was really not cool, he had no right to still hate her after all this. “I should never... I need to go...” He grabbed his gauntlets and helm, both cast to the side in all the flurry of kissing, and fled for the newly opened tunnel in one of the coffins.
“Vilkas... wait, Vilkas, we didn't even... don't you want to... Vilkas!” Shevawna shouted after him. It was to no avail. Vilkas was gone and Shevawna was left in a heap on the floor, half-dressed, exhausted and very very confused.
“Did I do something wrong?” Shevawna whispered, trying to work out whether she was angry or hurt or just plain puzzled. One thing was for sure though. She would never understand Nords.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-15 07:20 pm (UTC)Also I got to use Olfina's line about being a woman in Skyrim! With appropriate context! *proud of self*
Next chapter is the aftermath in which Shevawna turns up at Jorrvaskr wanting answers, only to find Vilkas is being the biggest self-pitying w00bie it's possible to be and that drastic measures may be called for...
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-16 01:39 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-16 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-16 08:10 am (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-25 07:24 am (UTC)