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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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He broke the moment, grudgingly. "Jauffre will be amazed to see it. You can reassure Jauffre that I will not destroy the armour. All I need is a scraping of Talos's divine blood. The Blades are as touchy as priests about relics of Tiber Septim, it seems!"

"Are you surprised?" I asked him. "With the connection between the Blades and the royal family, half of them become priests of Talos when they retire!"

He laughed openly, a rare sound during that time of crisis, and one that I valued; doubly so, since I'd caused it myself. Catching my shoulder, he whispered directly into my ear. "After you've been to see Jauffre, go and have a bath. Wash yourself very thoroughly. I have... plans for you, later." His guileless eyes shimmered for a moment with the untold debauchery known only to followers of Sanguine. I gasped, stepped back, and went in search of the Grandmaster of the Blades.

Have you ever sat at a formal dinner next to the person you care for most in the world, knowing that as soon as the meal ends, you're going to run away to make wild, passionate love? Have you ever sat there, eating one-handed, while under the table your spare hands join together and squeeze, and your partner's foot rubs joyfully over yours?

Now imagine yourself in the middle of a long table, surrounded by soldiers liege-sworn to your lover, all desperate to speak to him and gain a token of his regard. Bowing to him, calling him "my lord", pleading for attention – when all you want is for the two of you to be the only people in that room?

It's hard to share the one you love with so many others. Harder still to share him with an entire continent. But I was certain that was what I'd have to get used to after his coronation. I wondered how Martin felt about it. In retrospect, I should have noticed that whenever any of us referred to him as "the Emperor", there being no other possible heir, he would reply saying "I am not Emperor yet". I'd thought he was only being diffident. I wish I'd known then the exact content of his dreams.

Martin and I raced each other up the stairs. Since our first, gentle, love-making, we had become more and more ambitious. His past as a daedra worshipper, which he was so embarrassed about, had taught him an awful lot about how to please a man. Given how much stress he was under, I had no plans to precipitate a breakdown by pointing out where his knowledge had come from. I'd already had to talk him down several times when the guilt he was living with had become too much.

It helped that no one in Cloud Ruler Temple gave two hoots about the fact the heir to the throne was fucking a man.

I'd expected it to be a problem. Not hugely familiar with the laws of Cyrodiil, I knew only that it was not a good idea to be a man who preferred men in High Rock. That was mostly why I'd left my home province to study at Arcane University. The fact that homosexual behaviour was tolerated at the university told me nothing, since mages have always been much more concerned about rules preventing the use of dangerous magic than the laws of the land. I had a vague idea that the Blades regarded our liaison as some sort of comfort to keep Martin sane under enormous pressure, rather than a serious love affair. I knew that once he was crowned, he would be expected to marry and produce children – his own illegitimacy making an early marriage to a woman of noble birth essential.

I didn't think about what would happen to me then. The twist of pain inside my belly whenever I tried was worse than the coldest knife, worse than being clawed apart by dremora (a sensation I was becoming increasingly familiar with). I was positive that we would remain friends – close friends - but I had no idea what else I could hope for. I only knew that I loved him more than anyone else I'd ever been with. Even now, twenty years later, no one else has ever lived up to his memory. When I wake up in the morning, it's still Martin that I expect to be next to – and the empty bed is like an accusation: an admission of my failure to keep him.

A/N: Next post, THE SEX

Hee! We are posting at the same time. Great minds, or something. Ah, nostalgia for Oblivion - I'm looking forward to the rest.

We are! Except mine's not going any further tonight. It's finished, but I'm waiting for two of my damned beta readers to read the thing and give their comments.

I also need to know whether or not to include the last line. Without, it's sweet. With, it's bitter. I mean, we all know what happens to Martin in the end, so it's not as though we need reminding... but that's how Alix wrote it. I'm inclined to leave it on a happy note, but I have as many votes for bitter as I do for sweet, so it's hard to know which to do.

Sweeeet. I'm just playing Oblivion and this hits exactly the right spot. It's also very well written. ~~now hurry up, A!A's betas, the readers want more~~

I decided that one of my betas can go hang himself, because apparently reading other people's Teen Wolf fic and posting on Tumblr is more important than reading a story that you've PROMISED to beta for someone :S

So I have to thank Deandra for taking over at the last minute. She made quite a few suggestions, so this is better than what I could have posted yesterday would have been :)

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