Enthir had worried about college students in the past, obviously. There were those who would bribe him into doing their bidding with threats to tell the Arch-Mage about his activities, and there were those who would show up with things even he had never seen before, asking to sell them off for a fair price. It was enough of a pain being that guy, but he could pride himself on being a skilled enough talker. That wasn't the problem.
Simply enough, he had never before been faced with the undeniable urge to bed a student. But now, Daina was around, and she was impossible to ignore.
It was nice to have another Bosmer around, yes. But the ones he had encountered in Skyrim were quieter than their Valenwood counterparts, preferring to stay out of trouble and to focus on whatever suited their fancy. Daina was opinionated, quick-thinking...flirtatious. Oh, flirtatious didn't even begin to cover it. Enthir had seen her, on more than one occasion, lean over and whisper things to her fellow students that would leave Onmund blushing, Brelyna stammering and even J'zargo at a loss for words. Every now and again, even a staff member would end up at the opposite end of her charms, and he had even seen her say a few certain things to Ancano, of all people.
Which led him to his second issue. If she would even go as far as to come on to Ancano, why wouldn't she give him more than a glance?
Besides the issue with Onmund's amulet, she had never once been to see him. That time she had been all business, willing to argue with him until he relented and sent her off to get that damned staff. But she never whispered in his ear, never directed towards him any words that would make his face red or his body tense. The most he could get out of her was a view of those curvy, swaying hips under thick robes as she walked away, and if he was lucky, a slightly suggestive look under her hood. Poor Enthir had never been so frustrated in his life.
But that afternoon, fate had smiled on him, it would seem. Daina had left her lesson early, and found him in the courtyard, just outside the hall's doors.
“Good, there you are,” she said cheerfully, waving him over. “I've been needing to talk to you.” Enthir raised an eyebrow and approached her, only for her to become dangerously open. “I talked to Onmund again, since that entire amulet mess has been sorted out. From what he tells me, I understand you're an elf who knows how to get things--”
“Shh!” The male Bosmer held up a hand quickly, looking around to ensure that nobody had heard them before leaning in. “You heard right. Meet me at my quarters.” His fellow elf smirked a bit, her eyes flashing, and he felt an involuntary, pleasant chill run down his spine. Now that was what he was hoping for. Very good.
But even with his silent joy, he still hadn't expected to lead her up to his room just to be grabbed instantly. A surprised shout escaped him, and was quickly silenced by Daina pressing her lips to his, hungrily feeling at him and pushing him back towards the small bed in the center of the room.
“Daina,” Enthir interrupted her, pushing away and trying his best to level her with a serious look. “What are you playing at?”
“Hm?” Daina raised an eyebrow, glancing downwards meaningfully. “Isn't it obvious? I've been curious about you since the day I walked in here, Enthir.” The elf frowned, reaching up to lower the girl's hood and taking in her entire face at long last.
“You didn't make it nearly as obvious—” he began, only to be cut off by her moist lips again.
“Don't be ridiculous,” she purred when she pulled back. “You thought you were the one I wasn't most interested in?” When Enthir remained silent, she rolled her eyes, leaning in again and focusing her attention on his exposed neck. “The cold must be addling your brain. Either way, it's obvious now, isn't it?” She paused, her dark eyes never wavering as she spoke plainly. “I want you to bed me. And we won't get a chance like this again anytime soon.”
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F!DB/Enthir: "Subtle Dealings" 1/2
Date: 2012-09-10 01:01 am (UTC)Simply enough, he had never before been faced with the undeniable urge to bed a student. But now, Daina was around, and she was impossible to ignore.
It was nice to have another Bosmer around, yes. But the ones he had encountered in Skyrim were quieter than their Valenwood counterparts, preferring to stay out of trouble and to focus on whatever suited their fancy. Daina was opinionated, quick-thinking...flirtatious. Oh, flirtatious didn't even begin to cover it. Enthir had seen her, on more than one occasion, lean over and whisper things to her fellow students that would leave Onmund blushing, Brelyna stammering and even J'zargo at a loss for words. Every now and again, even a staff member would end up at the opposite end of her charms, and he had even seen her say a few certain things to Ancano, of all people.
Which led him to his second issue. If she would even go as far as to come on to Ancano, why wouldn't she give him more than a glance?
Besides the issue with Onmund's amulet, she had never once been to see him. That time she had been all business, willing to argue with him until he relented and sent her off to get that damned staff. But she never whispered in his ear, never directed towards him any words that would make his face red or his body tense. The most he could get out of her was a view of those curvy, swaying hips under thick robes as she walked away, and if he was lucky, a slightly suggestive look under her hood. Poor Enthir had never been so frustrated in his life.
But that afternoon, fate had smiled on him, it would seem. Daina had left her lesson early, and found him in the courtyard, just outside the hall's doors.
“Good, there you are,” she said cheerfully, waving him over. “I've been needing to talk to you.” Enthir raised an eyebrow and approached her, only for her to become dangerously open. “I talked to Onmund again, since that entire amulet mess has been sorted out. From what he tells me, I understand you're an elf who knows how to get things--”
“Shh!” The male Bosmer held up a hand quickly, looking around to ensure that nobody had heard them before leaning in. “You heard right. Meet me at my quarters.” His fellow elf smirked a bit, her eyes flashing, and he felt an involuntary, pleasant chill run down his spine. Now that was what he was hoping for. Very good.
But even with his silent joy, he still hadn't expected to lead her up to his room just to be grabbed instantly. A surprised shout escaped him, and was quickly silenced by Daina pressing her lips to his, hungrily feeling at him and pushing him back towards the small bed in the center of the room.
“Daina,” Enthir interrupted her, pushing away and trying his best to level her with a serious look. “What are you playing at?”
“Hm?” Daina raised an eyebrow, glancing downwards meaningfully. “Isn't it obvious? I've been curious about you since the day I walked in here, Enthir.” The elf frowned, reaching up to lower the girl's hood and taking in her entire face at long last.
“You didn't make it nearly as obvious—” he began, only to be cut off by her moist lips again.
“Don't be ridiculous,” she purred when she pulled back. “You thought you were the one I wasn't most interested in?” When Enthir remained silent, she rolled her eyes, leaning in again and focusing her attention on his exposed neck. “The cold must be addling your brain. Either way, it's obvious now, isn't it?” She paused, her dark eyes never wavering as she spoke plainly. “I want you to bed me. And we won't get a chance like this again anytime soon.”