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

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Pain. It was receding to a dull ache, but it was the first thing he noticed as he came to his senses. There were furs, and the room was dark, save for the light emanating from surprisingly gentle hands.

"Was that...some sort of healing spell?"

“Stop moving.” The Dragonborn tsked.

The mage was happy to oblige, especially if it made the pain go away.

He’d never had the opportunity to observe her from this close. Necessity demanded many a night huddled together in the cold landscape of Skyrim, but being intent on not freezing to death or getting eaten left little energy for exploration. Besides, it was unprofessional - not that it had stopped him with previous employers - and she was more than likely to kill him if he tried.

But here... here she wore a simple night shift, no layers of armour and padding hiding her form. The bulk of her hair was swept back by a simple ribbon, but it wasn’t strict enough to stop a fair amount from escaping. She leaned over him, inspecting his body and working her magic as she went, and as she moved, he noticed that she didn’t wear trousers to bed. Possibly not even a breast band, if the way her shift hung on her was any indication; it flowed over soft peaks that would have otherwise been pressed flat...

“Marcurio, for shame!”

“What?”

“I hope you didn’t… display your appreciation for Danica’s talents in the same way…” She sighed in exasperation. He didn’t need to look to know he was sporting an erection.

He probably shouldn’t antagonize her, but he grinned and did so anyway, “What, are you jealous?”

The Dragonborn made a disgusted noise and muttered. “Unbelieveable…”

“Sorry, it does that sometimes.” She gave him a look, and he held his hands up in an attempt to placate her. “I’m a man, I can’t help doing that…”

She didn’t look convinced, but she seemed amused as she commented, “I wondered why Danica left you with so many bruises. I thought she was exhausted by your attitude.”

“And I thought you didn’t know anything about restoration magic.”

“When did I ever give you that impression?” She looked at him quizzically.

“Anyone who studies Restoration would know that healing others is not the same as healing yourself. And you criticized my inability to do both.”

“Well, they’re both important.”

“So is your money.” He countered, “If you could have done this yourself, why didn’t you?”

“Maybe I didn’t want a strange man in my bed.” She quipped.

It was a bad idea, but he couldn’t stop himself, “And Vilkas isn’t a strange man?”

“That is none of your business.” The woman looked positively scandalized.

“Well, Sam certainly was…”

She hit him with a pillow. “No, I did NOT sleep with EITHER of them, so would you just drop it?”

“Did you sleep with Lydia?”

“She’s my housecarl!” That would be most improper!”

“More improper than sharing a bedroll with me?” The rogue Imperial grinned.

“Oh, you…!” The Dragonborn attacked his sides, and he shouted.

A knock on the door.

“My Thane? Is everything alright?”

The Dragonborn didn’t relent in her assault to answer. “Just fine, Lydia! I’m teaching an impertinent mage a lesson!”

“Oh… As you wish, my Thane.”

“No! Wait…!” Marcurio’s cries went unanswered.

Well, enough was enough, and the mage fought back. He struggled and reached for the Dragonborn’s sides, and found… practically no response.

“You’re not ticklish?!”

She nearly laughed at the horror in his voice.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Oh that’s just not fair…!”

She merely laughed as her fingers made their way up and down his sides, across his stomach, the undersides of his arms, his neck…

Somehow, he managed to seize her wrists. It would not be enough. The Dragonborn cried out in mock outrage and struggled to free herself from his grip. It was with no small amount of pleasure that he found that he was strong enough to hold on to her. Barely. And maybe being the tiniest bit bigger than her gave him enough leverage. Maybe. He still didn’t care to take on the woman in an even match. Eventually he tipped her over and managed to pin her to the bed beneath him. It a was a tenuous victory, and he tried to get as much air into his lungs as possible before she tried anything. And he made absolutely sure to keep her hands pinned above her head, right where he could see them.

When he looked at her, he was shocked to see the flush in her cheeks as she gasped for air. And there was something dark in her eyes that made him swallow.

“Marcurio…” His name was a needy whisper on her lips.

He didn’t question it right then. All he knew was that he needed to kiss her, right then, right there. Couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried. He captured her lips and found them to be soft, pliant, and willing. He drew his tongue across her bottom lip before he nipped it, and her faint moan caused him to involuntarily press into her.

A wicked thought crept into his mind and he froze.

He needed to stop before he got carried away.

He broke the kiss to pull away, but had to raise himself further when she tried to lean into him. Wide eyes stared up at him, confusion mixed in with her desire.

“I thought you liked women.” He said dumbly.

“I do.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Then why are we doing this?”

“Because I want to.”

He blinked. “Why?”

“Because I like you, you idiot.”

He stared at her. “You like me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do.”

A lopsided grin started to creep its way onto his face, “Well, I’m not sure if I like you.”

“Really? Then what’s happening down there?” Her eyes flicked downwards.

“That’s a trap.”

That startled a laugh out of her, “A what?”

“You heard me. What am I always telling you? ‘Be sure to keep an eye out for traps.’ And now look at you.”

“Oh you insufferable…!”

She struggled some more but he cut her off with another kiss. He didn’t relent until she gave in, whimpering. Groaning, he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Give me a reason to.” She laughed breathlessly.

“I’m going to show you an alternate use for Sparks.”

He felt her tense.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

He kissed her shoulder. “You’re about to find out.”

“Marcurio…” she spoke his name in warning.

“What? You’re always saying I need to work on my spellcraft-"

“-In close quarters?” She laughed, “Well, I never meant it quite like this.”

“Is that a yes?” He prodded.

“... I better not regret this.”

“Oh, I promise…”

Lydia sat in the Bannered Mare drinking.

“What’s this? A beautiful woman like you, drinking all alone on a night like this?”

The woman turned to see a Breton conjurer in a black robe.

“I’m just taking a break. I’ll head back home when I’m ready.” She turned back to her mead.

“Any reason you can’t drink there?” He smirked.

“That’s none of your business.” The warrior said evenly.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” He smiled.

Lydia watched the Breton leer at some unseen image and toasted no one on particular. “Here’s to you, you crazy kids.”

He downed his drink and slammed his mug on the counter.

“So,” he began, “You and I have some time to kill… How about a drinking game…?”

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Final Tag List:
char:Aela, char:Eydis, char:F!DB, char:F!PC, char:F!NPC, char:Farkas, char:Hulda, char:Lydia, char:Marcurio, char:M!NPC, char:Sam_Guevenne, char:Skuli, char:Vilkas, kink:friendship, kink:romance, kink:tickling, race:Imperial

Author’s Note:
Done! And about time, too… I can never seem to write a simple, straightforward story. Why does everything have to run away with me?! Oh well. It’s been fun guys, let me know what you think! Please?

Personally I loved it. I thought it was terribly sweet and adorable and I loved their banter. Thanks A!Anon for sharing!

Success! *dances around for joy*

Oh my God! Is Lydia going to wake up in the Temple of Dibella the next day? If yes that practically screams for a sequel. XD

I honestly hadn't thought about that... Do you think I should?

I certainly would love one.

I'll have to see if this falls under any of the other prompts, because this story doesn't quite fit here.

Notice I said "this story" because I started working on it... I blame you! :)

I'll include a link here so that people can find it.

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