They stood in a darkened archway, fish barrels around them. Zee was breathing hard, almost glaring at Hemming, who was still mostly confused.
"Did you think you could tease me like that and not pay some price?" She asked, her chest heaving.
"Oh, is that what we're doing? What's the price then?"
In answer, she gripped him through his breeches, her hand stroking his erection through the fabric. Hemming gave himself over to the touch, his body filled with unreleased need that she stoked with every movement. They were still, technically, in public, but there was no one around anymore, not even a guard walking through. It would have been just as easy for them to go to his manor and get into the bed, but that they were still out made him wonder at her intention. Perhaps she wanted turnabout, and he shuddered at the thought of her taking him in hand, or better yet, in her mouth.
It transpired that she was to do neither. Instead she nestled as deeply as she could into the corner, the shadows hiding her face as she shucked her smallclothes and lifted her skirt to him. Hemming wasted no time, freeing his hardened length from their fabric confines and settling her upon it.
They both gasped as he hilted himself, and he had to reach out a hand to the brick wall to keep himself steady. They were barely moving, holed in their corner, her legs wrapped around his waist. There could be no mistake now, should anyone see them. Hemming was beyond caring, all his thoughts on the satisfaction that came from each shallow thrust into Zee. He moaned as she gripped him, he could smell the moss on the bricks and her, the scent of her want, making him harder. Fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her arse, and he hoped he wasn't bruising her, but Zee didn't seem to mind. She panted in his ear, whimpering for him to keep going, locking her legs tighter around him.
It was quick and furtive, but Hemming came without trouble, her extended absence and the illicitness of coupling outdoors helping him along. His climax was strong as an undiluted shot of whiskey and just as heady. He shook and strained, trying to keep himself from crying out, fully appreciating how difficult it must have been for her up in the market.
When it was over, she slid off of him, pushing the skirt of her armor down again. Hemming rested his forehead against the slimy bricks, relishing the cool that soaked into his overheated skin, the feeling of the breeze as it flitted through his clothes. Regaining his senses, he kissed Zee, long and hard, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, her mouth bruising against his own, waking his wary, spent body with her touch.
A merchant walked by the two of them, who were locked in an embrace. Hemming thought it might be Elgrim the alchemist, because he heard the deeper voice of a man snort at them, but he didn't look up to see. By the time they broke apart, the interloper was gone, and they were left alone again.
"We'll have to do that again sometime, see if you can keep quiet in the market." He said to her, his words filled with a smugness he didn't quite feel. Her pleasure had nearly undone him in the market, and he was still reeling from everything else. The finery he wore was clinging to his body, and he didn't know what had become of his hat.
Zee wasn't fooled at all by him. She shook her head, her dark hair mussed in the back, and a lock stuck with sweat to one cheek. "Only if I get to take you afterwards, in any way I like."
Hemming thought about it, wondering how long they could keep it up before he'd have to start bribing guards. She'd have him in every corner of the hold if he wasn't careful. He smiled and offered an arm to her, intending on taking her to his bed. "Perhaps it's best left as a welcome home present. I wouldn't want everyone in Riften getting an eyeful of you whenever the mood strikes."
"Was that what that was, you welcoming me home?" She asked, accepting his proffered arm.
Hemming's smile grew wider, his look shrewd as they mounted the stairs. "That was just a start." He said, his tone laden with a promise of more to come. Zee shivered with delight, letting him lead her through the market and into his house.
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Date: 2012-09-14 01:18 am (UTC)"Did you think you could tease me like that and not pay some price?" She asked, her chest heaving.
"Oh, is that what we're doing? What's the price then?"
In answer, she gripped him through his breeches, her hand stroking his erection through the fabric. Hemming gave himself over to the touch, his body filled with unreleased need that she stoked with every movement. They were still, technically, in public, but there was no one around anymore, not even a guard walking through. It would have been just as easy for them to go to his manor and get into the bed, but that they were still out made him wonder at her intention. Perhaps she wanted turnabout, and he shuddered at the thought of her taking him in hand, or better yet, in her mouth.
It transpired that she was to do neither. Instead she nestled as deeply as she could into the corner, the shadows hiding her face as she shucked her smallclothes and lifted her skirt to him. Hemming wasted no time, freeing his hardened length from their fabric confines and settling her upon it.
They both gasped as he hilted himself, and he had to reach out a hand to the brick wall to keep himself steady. They were barely moving, holed in their corner, her legs wrapped around his waist. There could be no mistake now, should anyone see them. Hemming was beyond caring, all his thoughts on the satisfaction that came from each shallow thrust into Zee. He moaned as she gripped him, he could smell the moss on the bricks and her, the scent of her want, making him harder. Fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her arse, and he hoped he wasn't bruising her, but Zee didn't seem to mind. She panted in his ear, whimpering for him to keep going, locking her legs tighter around him.
It was quick and furtive, but Hemming came without trouble, her extended absence and the illicitness of coupling outdoors helping him along. His climax was strong as an undiluted shot of whiskey and just as heady. He shook and strained, trying to keep himself from crying out, fully appreciating how difficult it must have been for her up in the market.
When it was over, she slid off of him, pushing the skirt of her armor down again. Hemming rested his forehead against the slimy bricks, relishing the cool that soaked into his overheated skin, the feeling of the breeze as it flitted through his clothes. Regaining his senses, he kissed Zee, long and hard, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, her mouth bruising against his own, waking his wary, spent body with her touch.
A merchant walked by the two of them, who were locked in an embrace. Hemming thought it might be Elgrim the alchemist, because he heard the deeper voice of a man snort at them, but he didn't look up to see. By the time they broke apart, the interloper was gone, and they were left alone again.
"We'll have to do that again sometime, see if you can keep quiet in the market." He said to her, his words filled with a smugness he didn't quite feel. Her pleasure had nearly undone him in the market, and he was still reeling from everything else. The finery he wore was clinging to his body, and he didn't know what had become of his hat.
Zee wasn't fooled at all by him. She shook her head, her dark hair mussed in the back, and a lock stuck with sweat to one cheek. "Only if I get to take you afterwards, in any way I like."
Hemming thought about it, wondering how long they could keep it up before he'd have to start bribing guards. She'd have him in every corner of the hold if he wasn't careful. He smiled and offered an arm to her, intending on taking her to his bed. "Perhaps it's best left as a welcome home present. I wouldn't want everyone in Riften getting an eyeful of you whenever the mood strikes."
"Was that what that was, you welcoming me home?" She asked, accepting his proffered arm.
Hemming's smile grew wider, his look shrewd as they mounted the stairs. "That was just a start." He said, his tone laden with a promise of more to come. Zee shivered with delight, letting him lead her through the market and into his house.