“One-eighty for the ring, four for the swords, the four gems, filled, and the dagger’s yours for two hundred.”
“One-fifty for the ring, three for the swords, four gems and the dagger’s mine anyway.” Enthir leaned back in his chair and regarded her. She paused for that fraction of a moment that let him know she’d accept eventually and then picked the dagger back up from the table.
“The rest’s yours but no deal on the knife.”
“Can’t give you what I haven’t got.” He finished his wine. “Three days til’ I meet a contact, throw in the dagger and you’ll have your price.”
“Unacceptable. I have to be gone by Fredas. I’ll sell it on the road.”
“You’re going to lug that around just hoping that you’re going to find some stranger with my generous disposition.” The wine must have had some effect, Enthir thought, as she actually scoffed at that. “Seems like a waste of your time and mine.” He leaned back in his chair and let his eyes roam over her form. “Maybe there’s something else I could trade you?”
She stayed silent and crossed her arms and for a moment Enthir had the feeling he’d horribly misjudged something for the first time in decades. Then he saw her lips twist in a crooked smile and heard her low, rich laugh. “So you want to fuck me and have me pay for the privilege?”
“I want to give you something to remember for those cold, lonely nights on the road,” he said with a touch of mock sympathy in his voice. “You get your coin I get the dagger and we both have a good time. I won’t even ask for the reward upfront.”
“What’s to stop me taking you up on your offer and walking out the moment I’m done if I’m not happy with the bargain?” she said but there was still a smile on her lips.
“I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.”
Hedvani regarded him with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. “You’re not entirely unattractive. Do as I say, behave yourself, and you’ve got a deal.”
He wisely did not grin from ear to pointed ear as he stood up and crossed from the other side of the table to stand in front of her. She put up a hand to rest on his chest as he came closer and grasped the front of his robe. She tangled the fingers of her right hand in the fabric and drew him down until his lips were at a level with hers. He pushed forward to kiss her only to have her shake her head slightly and slide her hips forward in the chair, hand still pulling him lower.
So that’s how she wanted to play? More than fine by him. He sank down onto his knees settled between her legs and ran his hands over her leather-clad thighs. The soft leather was warm with the heat of her body and beneath it he could feel the hard, smooth muscle of her legs. He reached the join of her thighs and brushed his thumbs down over the seam and felt the heat intensify.
Their next movements were swift. His fingers working at the laces of her trousers. Her lifting her hips so that they could slide the leather down. Leaning back on his heels so that he could pull off both her boots and clothes. Leaning forward again, his hands returning along the path of her inner thighs.
Hedvani lifted the hem of her long shirt over her hips, smoothing a hand across the smoke coloured skin of her belly. Enthir slid his fingers over the soft patch of hair and parted her wet heat. He lingered there for a moment, enjoying her scent and letting the moment stretch out before leaning in to taste her. She was salt and slightly sour, familiar, new and utterly arousing at the same time. He drew his tongue up and heard the hitch of breath in her throat. That surprised, unguarded sound went straight to his cock.
Enthir amused himself with an old trick from his apprentice days, tracing the lines of runes across her clit and smiling inwardly when she shifted her legs further apart and tilted her hips towards him. Her breath came in ragged little gasps as she held on to every last scrap of control but she rocked instinctively against his mouth. An old trick, yes, but still effective (and the only damn reason he could remember a lightning rune to this day).
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Re: Enthir/F! DunmerDB "Negotiations" 3/
Date: 2012-11-18 10:59 pm (UTC)“One-fifty for the ring, three for the swords, four gems and the dagger’s mine anyway.” Enthir leaned back in his chair and regarded her. She paused for that fraction of a moment that let him know she’d accept eventually and then picked the dagger back up from the table.
“The rest’s yours but no deal on the knife.”
“Can’t give you what I haven’t got.” He finished his wine. “Three days til’ I meet a contact, throw in the dagger and you’ll have your price.”
“Unacceptable. I have to be gone by Fredas. I’ll sell it on the road.”
“You’re going to lug that around just hoping that you’re going to find some stranger with my generous disposition.” The wine must have had some effect, Enthir thought, as she actually scoffed at that. “Seems like a waste of your time and mine.” He leaned back in his chair and let his eyes roam over her form. “Maybe there’s something else I could trade you?”
She stayed silent and crossed her arms and for a moment Enthir had the feeling he’d horribly misjudged something for the first time in decades. Then he saw her lips twist in a crooked smile and heard her low, rich laugh. “So you want to fuck me and have me pay for the privilege?”
“I want to give you something to remember for those cold, lonely nights on the road,” he said with a touch of mock sympathy in his voice. “You get your coin I get the dagger and we both have a good time. I won’t even ask for the reward upfront.”
“What’s to stop me taking you up on your offer and walking out the moment I’m done if I’m not happy with the bargain?” she said but there was still a smile on her lips.
“I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.”
Hedvani regarded him with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. “You’re not entirely unattractive. Do as I say, behave yourself, and you’ve got a deal.”
He wisely did not grin from ear to pointed ear as he stood up and crossed from the other side of the table to stand in front of her. She put up a hand to rest on his chest as he came closer and grasped the front of his robe. She tangled the fingers of her right hand in the fabric and drew him down until his lips were at a level with hers. He pushed forward to kiss her only to have her shake her head slightly and slide her hips forward in the chair, hand still pulling him lower.
So that’s how she wanted to play? More than fine by him. He sank down onto his knees settled between her legs and ran his hands over her leather-clad thighs. The soft leather was warm with the heat of her body and beneath it he could feel the hard, smooth muscle of her legs. He reached the join of her thighs and brushed his thumbs down over the seam and felt the heat intensify.
Their next movements were swift. His fingers working at the laces of her trousers. Her lifting her hips so that they could slide the leather down. Leaning back on his heels so that he could pull off both her boots and clothes. Leaning forward again, his hands returning along the path of her inner thighs.
Hedvani lifted the hem of her long shirt over her hips, smoothing a hand across the smoke coloured skin of her belly. Enthir slid his fingers over the soft patch of hair and parted her wet heat. He lingered there for a moment, enjoying her scent and letting the moment stretch out before leaning in to taste her. She was salt and slightly sour, familiar, new and utterly arousing at the same time. He drew his tongue up and heard the hitch of breath in her throat. That surprised, unguarded sound went straight to his cock.
Enthir amused himself with an old trick from his apprentice days, tracing the lines of runes across her clit and smiling inwardly when she shifted her legs further apart and tilted her hips towards him. Her breath came in ragged little gasps as she held on to every last scrap of control but she rocked instinctively against his mouth. An old trick, yes, but still effective (and the only damn reason he could remember a lightning rune to this day).