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The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 6a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Tired of feeling beholden to the men of Riverwood, Danica set aside her work and set out to find herself some dinner. She’d picked up a bow and some arrows off one of the dead guards at Helgen, and she had every intention of putting them to use catching herself some game.

If she was lucky, she might bag an elk, or something with enough meat that she could maybe barter a bit for some vegetables. She was strange, she’d been told time and again, for enjoying “bits of useless greenery,” but that hadn’t truly dissuaded her. If anything, Danica had enjoyed it more because she had been told she shouldn’t.

She was like that. Always had been. Probably always would be. “Most contrary lass I ever did meet” a beau had called her once. She hadn’t been able to argue then, and couldn’t argue now. Not when she wanted Alvor so desperately that she couldn’t think of anything else.

Danica wasn’t sure when she had decided that she had to have Alvor. Yes, she had wanted him immediately, but she had denied herself things in the past, and Alvor would have been just one more thing she occasionally wondered about. She didn’t know when that line had been crossed, when Alvor had become essential to her happiness. Perhaps it really had been in that first moment, when she felt that pang of lust at first sight. Or perhaps it had happened when Sigrid had warned her off. It might have happened today, when he’d challenged her at the forge.

She honestly didn’t know.

What she did know was that she was done fighting it. The reasons to resist were becoming less important by the second. Danica knew she was not always a pillar of morality, but she did have a moral code which had thus-far stopped her from tumbling married men. But that was going to change.

She was going to seduce Alvor, consequences be damned.

That evening, with a belly full of roast deer and a vegetable stew, Danica returned to the forge. There was only one thing on her mind. She just hoped that Alvor had meant what he’d said earlier. That he intended to finish their conversation, and that he intended to do so after his wife and daughter went to sleep.

To maintain the pretense of legitimacy, Danica worked on the armor she’d started earlier, cleaning up rough edges, adding some detail work, and polishing the steel until it shone. Her mind wasn’t on it, and to a studied eye it would show, but for most passerby, it would be enough.

She had been there for the better part of an hour, and was quickly running out of things to do with herself to maintain the appearance of business. She had almost given up. Almost taken the armor and slunk out of town in the middle of the night.

And then he arrived.

The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Danica,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. Alvor was large, and in the shadows his face was impossible to read. She took a deep breath, and fought down the rush of adrenaline that had rushed through her at his appearance.

“Alvor,” she said, his name more of a sigh on her lips than a strong statement. He took a step toward her. Raised one hand as if to touch her, but let it drop back to his side without making contact.

She couldn’t see his face, it was lost in the shadows. She wished she could see his eyes, it would tell her so much more about what he was thinking, what his intentions had been when he had come out here. She wondered if he had expected to find her here, if he had hoped she was here, or if he had hoped his smithy was empty.

She would never know.

He took another step, and they were toe-to-toe. He was looking down at her, she knew that, but she still couldn’t see his face, though she tilted her head back and looked up as though she could.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his voice little more than a whisper. She felt his warm breath upon her face, smelled Nord Ale there. Was he drunk? She wished she knew. But that scent gave her courage, somehow. It was familiar, a reminder that for all her grand thoughts, Alvor was just a man.

A man in a loveless marriage, who doubtless stayed because of his daughter.

“For you,” she said, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. He didn’t flinch away. She took that as a good sign, and allowed her hand to stroke the warm flesh of his skin, to feel the hair of his beard tickling her palm.

He sighed, and she thought she felt him lean into her hand. But then he spoke.

“You can’t be here.”

“But I am here, Alvor.” She said, hoping that he really had leaned into her touch. That it had not been the imaginings of a desperate fool. “And you are here.”

“Only to send you away.” He didn’t sound any more convinced by his words than Danica was. He spoke as a man who was making empty gestures, protesting because he should, rather than because he believed what he was saying.

“Then send me away.” She dared, leaning forward and bracing her palm against his chest. Offering her mouth to him, but making him actually kiss her instead of the other way around.

He groaned. And then he was kissing her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. He caught the back of her head with his other hand, cradling her against him. His lips were warm, and soft, and he tasted of ale. He kissed her hungrily, his lips demanding more of her. More he said with his kiss.

She melted against him.
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And you thought the last one was a cliffhanger? <3

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh you tease! I don't know what I'll do if the next update ends in something so fucking beautiful, maybe combust. Who knows. I do know that you are doing something amazing with this fill. I never though Alvor was anything special before, and sure as never had a kink for adultery until now, but I beg you for more and next time I play Skyrim (which will likely be in a few hours)I'm gonna just hang around Alvor's smith for a few pointless moments with a grin.

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 6b/?

[(Anonymous)]

ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what are you doing!?!? ahhhh!!!!!

:3 :3 :3