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"Something Like Parents" 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric was surprised at how exhausted he was following a day with the hatchlings. By the time he had climbed into his bed and prepared to blow out the candles, his limbs were aching from the cold and the effort. It hadn't happened in a long time, he realized with a touch of amusement. And, he found that it didn't really bother him all that much.

He couldn't get the images out of his head, now. Gaafyahzin finally taking flight, the three hatchlings darting around each other in mid-air, Finn watching with all the pride of a young mother...she had truly grown into her role, that much was certain. He wasn't sure what that meant for him, but he couldn't help but be proud of her, in turn. This impromptu motherhood had shaped her well.

He couldn't help but wonder what she thought of him, as the impromptu father. Something had stopped him from investing in the name the way she had. Fear of the constantly growing affection he was harboring for the dragons, or the lack of preparation that had come with suddenly taking them on. At least with his own children, he would have been able to plan it, in a way. He shook his head at the thought, and let his head rest in the pillows.

Your hatchlings are enough without you worrying about human children, he chided himself. As he sat up again to finally blow out the candles, the door to his bedroom opened, and he bit back a complaint. Any protest died on his tongue when he realized who his visitor was, however.

“Finn,” he greeted her, propping himself up on his elbows. The Breton's armor was gone now, replaced by a simple dress. She padded across the room, eying him cheerfully.

“I never thanked you for coming out with me today,” she began, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“You never needed to,” Ulfric replied. “Thanking somebody for fulfilling their obligations is training them to be lazy.” Finn raised an eyebrow at him.

“Obligations?” she echoed, surprised. “I...hadn't figured you thought of it that way.” Ulfric noticed her hand resting just within his reach, and placed his over it on the bed.

“Of course. I mean...” He paused, gritting his teeth at the absurdity of what he was going to say. “They...they call me 'bormah.'” Finn laughed loudly and nodded.

“Yes, they definitely do.” She paused, looking at where their hands met, then abruptly stood again. Before the Jarl could react, she had pulled the blankets back and clambered under them, joining him in the bed yet again. “And you said at first that you're nobody's bormah.”

“I wasn't,” Ulfric said simply, leaning over to blow out the candle. “Are you sleeping here, then?” Finn eyed him fondly, following suit with the candle at her side.

“I figure you owe me. I haven't forgotten falling asleep with the hatchlings and waking up in here,” she remarked. The Nord glared at her, the memory returning just as vividly.

“I was trying to make sure you were comfortable!” he retorted. “You make it sound so--” Finn rolled over abruptly, silencing him with a kiss. “Mm...” He felt her push forward, her small breasts pressed against him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He pulled her up on top of him now, grabbing at her hips and intensifying the kiss until she pulled back, gasping.

“G-gods...” she whispered breathlessly. “Please, no more. Not tonight.” She smiled weakly, hugging him tightly. “I have things to do tomorrow. I'd prefer...not to be sore.” Ulfric chuckled, lowering her back onto the mattress beside him and stroking your hair.

“You give me credit, Finn, if you think you'd be sore,” he teased her. Finn blushed and pouted up at him.

“I-I mean...you're...” she began, gesturing at him wordlessly before rolling back onto her back. “Goodnight, Ulfric.” Even with her reddened face, he could see the same smile in her eyes. He leaned over and kissed her once more, lingering on her lips before laying back down with an arm around her waist.

“Goodnight.”

Re: "Something Like Parents" 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

D'awww, how cute.

I do adore this fic but I'm already sad over the impending separation. Still, it's nice to see Ulfric's softer side.

Re: "Something Like Parents" 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

OMG~~~A!A you're too awesome!!!!!
I am following your story now, it's too awesome so I need to leave a comment(lurker)

Another note from the A!anon!

[(Anonymous)]

Hi, everyone! Don't worry, this isn't another "I won't update for ages" warning. I just felt like now that this story is getting into the later stages, I oughta thank everyone who's following it!

At this point, I have the rest of the fic pretty much planned out. There's still plenty more for Finn, Ulfric, and their hatchlings to do before I'm done, so don't worry about that.

But I wanted to take the time to say thank you. All of you have left such nice little comments on my fill, and knowing that people are liking what I'm doing is motivation to fight against bouts of writer's block and keep on updating. So, thank you! Enjoy the rest of the fic!

Love,
A!Anon.