char:Hemming Black-Briar, char:F!PC, race:Redguard, relationship:het, kink:public sex, kink:fingering, kink:dirty talk Summary - Hemming Black-Briar has missed the dragonborn, and doesn't care if the whole of Riften sees him welcoming her home.
The day was just starting to dim, ebbing towards twilight as he walked through the square in the middle of town, meandering, minding his own business as he looked at the wares of the merchants with mild interest. A hand on his person made him freeze, alarm filling him until he realized to whom the hand belonged. He hadn't expected Zee to be back in Riften that day, but getting his purse cut by her in the market gave Hemming Black-Briar a happy jolt of surprise.
No one else would have dared, but the willowy Redguard woman with the quick smile and mischievous eyes was his lover, and did it for fun, to amuse the both of them. It was a game, whenever she came back to the city, she'd pick his pocket or break into his room in the night, the two of them sharing in the delight of petty crime. When she stood up, he hugged her to him, slapping her soundly on the rear for her transgression, glad to see her safe after she'd been gone adventuring again.
"Back for more, eh?" He asked, and she chuckled in her melodious voice.
"You know it." She quipped, giving him a quick kiss. He held tight to her, extending the kiss for longer than she'd intended, tugging on her lips with his own, pressing his tongue into her mouth at the slightest opening. The kiss turned into something else altogether, something hungry and just shy of dark, his demanding hands raking through her shoulder-length hair, groping her body through the light armor she wore.
Divines, she tasted like honey, and Hemming wondered just what she'd been doing before she'd come back to Riften. Sometimes he was envious, but careful to hide it, disliking anyone she took on the road with her for company. This time, he didn't think there had been anyone, but the old jealousy filled him again, picturing faceless lovers in taverns. Truthfully, they had no claim on each other, as they'd never stated any intentions other than to 'have a good time' with one another. He had no right to claim her so in public, but Hemming was beyond caring, missing her too much to maintain their veneer of careful teasing.
They always jested with each other, never admitting to anything, but spending night after night together. His mother, Maven Black-Briar, wouldn't dare disapprove of the Dragonborn, and he secretly loved rebelling against her with Zee. It was more than that, though he wasn't ashamed to admit that it had started in part to make his mother mad. He chafed under her rule more often than not, but was wise enough to know he would be nothing without it.
In Zee, he found something he hadn't realized that had been missing. More than just the excitement of being with her, hearing her tales of adventure and sometimes joining her, when she was around Riften. He didn't the latitude to travel too far, and he had duties that superseded his own desires. Hemming honestly just liked Zee, and she'd surprised him by liking him back, for she was one of the few who saw him as more than his mother's heir. In that moment, he'd been too long without her, and what sense he had was overwhelmed by the lust rocketing through him from their kiss.
"Hemming." Zee whispered his name, breath hot against his neck. "I can't wait to feel you again."
"Oh yeah?" He cocked his head to the side. "What exactly do you want to feel?"
"You know what I want." She said, but he stubbornly shook his head at her answer.
"You've been gone so long, I may have forgotten what you like. In any case, you'll have to say it for me, so I can get it right."
For All to See 1/?
Summary - Hemming Black-Briar has missed the dragonborn, and doesn't care if the whole of Riften sees him welcoming her home.
The day was just starting to dim, ebbing towards twilight as he walked through the square in the middle of town, meandering, minding his own business as he looked at the wares of the merchants with mild interest. A hand on his person made him freeze, alarm filling him until he realized to whom the hand belonged. He hadn't expected Zee to be back in Riften that day, but getting his purse cut by her in the market gave Hemming Black-Briar a happy jolt of surprise.
No one else would have dared, but the willowy Redguard woman with the quick smile and mischievous eyes was his lover, and did it for fun, to amuse the both of them. It was a game, whenever she came back to the city, she'd pick his pocket or break into his room in the night, the two of them sharing in the delight of petty crime. When she stood up, he hugged her to him, slapping her soundly on the rear for her transgression, glad to see her safe after she'd been gone adventuring again.
"Back for more, eh?" He asked, and she chuckled in her melodious voice.
"You know it." She quipped, giving him a quick kiss. He held tight to her, extending the kiss for longer than she'd intended, tugging on her lips with his own, pressing his tongue into her mouth at the slightest opening. The kiss turned into something else altogether, something hungry and just shy of dark, his demanding hands raking through her shoulder-length hair, groping her body through the light armor she wore.
Divines, she tasted like honey, and Hemming wondered just what she'd been doing before she'd come back to Riften. Sometimes he was envious, but careful to hide it, disliking anyone she took on the road with her for company. This time, he didn't think there had been anyone, but the old jealousy filled him again, picturing faceless lovers in taverns. Truthfully, they had no claim on each other, as they'd never stated any intentions other than to 'have a good time' with one another. He had no right to claim her so in public, but Hemming was beyond caring, missing her too much to maintain their veneer of careful teasing.
They always jested with each other, never admitting to anything, but spending night after night together. His mother, Maven Black-Briar, wouldn't dare disapprove of the Dragonborn, and he secretly loved rebelling against her with Zee. It was more than that, though he wasn't ashamed to admit that it had started in part to make his mother mad. He chafed under her rule more often than not, but was wise enough to know he would be nothing without it.
In Zee, he found something he hadn't realized that had been missing. More than just the excitement of being with her, hearing her tales of adventure and sometimes joining her, when she was around Riften. He didn't the latitude to travel too far, and he had duties that superseded his own desires. Hemming honestly just liked Zee, and she'd surprised him by liking him back, for she was one of the few who saw him as more than his mother's heir. In that moment, he'd been too long without her, and what sense he had was overwhelmed by the lust rocketing through him from their kiss.
"Hemming." Zee whispered his name, breath hot against his neck. "I can't wait to feel you again."
"Oh yeah?" He cocked his head to the side. "What exactly do you want to feel?"
"You know what I want." She said, but he stubbornly shook his head at her answer.
"You've been gone so long, I may have forgotten what you like. In any case, you'll have to say it for me, so I can get it right."