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For All to See 1/?
Date: 2012-09-02 08:15 pm (UTC)Summary - Hemming Black-Briar has missed the dragonborn, and doesn't care if the whole of Riften sees him welcoming her home.
The day was just starting to dim, ebbing towards twilight as he walked through the square in the middle of town, meandering, minding his own business as he looked at the wares of the merchants with mild interest. A hand on his person made him freeze, alarm filling him until he realized to whom the hand belonged. He hadn't expected Zee to be back in Riften that day, but getting his purse cut by her in the market gave Hemming Black-Briar a happy jolt of surprise.
No one else would have dared, but the willowy Redguard woman with the quick smile and mischievous eyes was his lover, and did it for fun, to amuse the both of them. It was a game, whenever she came back to the city, she'd pick his pocket or break into his room in the night, the two of them sharing in the delight of petty crime. When she stood up, he hugged her to him, slapping her soundly on the rear for her transgression, glad to see her safe after she'd been gone adventuring again.
"Back for more, eh?" He asked, and she chuckled in her melodious voice.
"You know it." She quipped, giving him a quick kiss. He held tight to her, extending the kiss for longer than she'd intended, tugging on her lips with his own, pressing his tongue into her mouth at the slightest opening. The kiss turned into something else altogether, something hungry and just shy of dark, his demanding hands raking through her shoulder-length hair, groping her body through the light armor she wore.
Divines, she tasted like honey, and Hemming wondered just what she'd been doing before she'd come back to Riften. Sometimes he was envious, but careful to hide it, disliking anyone she took on the road with her for company. This time, he didn't think there had been anyone, but the old jealousy filled him again, picturing faceless lovers in taverns. Truthfully, they had no claim on each other, as they'd never stated any intentions other than to 'have a good time' with one another. He had no right to claim her so in public, but Hemming was beyond caring, missing her too much to maintain their veneer of careful teasing.
They always jested with each other, never admitting to anything, but spending night after night together. His mother, Maven Black-Briar, wouldn't dare disapprove of the Dragonborn, and he secretly loved rebelling against her with Zee. It was more than that, though he wasn't ashamed to admit that it had started in part to make his mother mad. He chafed under her rule more often than not, but was wise enough to know he would be nothing without it.
In Zee, he found something he hadn't realized that had been missing. More than just the excitement of being with her, hearing her tales of adventure and sometimes joining her, when she was around Riften. He didn't the latitude to travel too far, and he had duties that superseded his own desires. Hemming honestly just liked Zee, and she'd surprised him by liking him back, for she was one of the few who saw him as more than his mother's heir. In that moment, he'd been too long without her, and what sense he had was overwhelmed by the lust rocketing through him from their kiss.
"Hemming." Zee whispered his name, breath hot against his neck. "I can't wait to feel you again."
"Oh yeah?" He cocked his head to the side. "What exactly do you want to feel?"
"You know what I want." She said, but he stubbornly shook his head at her answer.
"You've been gone so long, I may have forgotten what you like. In any case, you'll have to say it for me, so I can get it right."
Re: For All to See 1/?
Date: 2012-09-03 01:24 am (UTC)Re: For All to See 1/?
Date: 2012-09-06 07:24 pm (UTC)For All to See 2/?
Date: 2012-09-08 03:25 pm (UTC)"I wouldn't have thought you opposed the idea."
She shrugged. "I'm not...just surprised at you. This isn't what we normally get up to."
That, at least, was quite true. It wasn't his wont to go around pleasuring her in public, but they'd never shied away from trying new things together. The desire that possessed him was new, but not unwelcome. The thought of clandestine coupling with a crowd of unseeing eyes watching but not noticing, glimpsing them at their most intimate but not recognizing it for what it was, that excited him very much. He could reduce the markets around him to unwilling voyeurs within minutes, and they could do naught about it.
But he didn't voice those thoughts to Zee, instead he simply smirked at her. "Was that a question? I thought you were going to tell me what you liked." Hemming asked, looking at her askance, his tone maddeningly smug. After a split second of hesitation that crossed her face, he knew she would give in, he could see it in the way she leaned into him, hovering just within reach.
Licking her lips, she looked around once more before fixing her eyes on him. "Well," she said slowly, drawing the word out, "I did miss your hands while I was gone. Those slender, scholars fingers of yours, and how they feel when they run over my bare skin. So deft and talented, a representation of you, skill and intelligence." Her voice was a low rumble, and he had to lean in to hear her. Her flattery filled him like liquor, going straight to his head.
"What would you like them to do, if you could choose right now?"
"Trace the outlines of my lips, just before you kiss them."
Hemming reached a hand out to her face, and she leaned into the touch. Her face was a bit shiny and dirty, but her full lips were soft and warm under the pad of his thumb, kissable. Giving in to that thought, he moved in closer, slowly, and brushed his lips against hers, a softer, sweeter kiss than they'd had before. Zee pulled away from him with a wicked grin, as if she knew something he didn't.
"Not those lips, dear Hemming." She growled at him, and he chuckled at his own mistake. Knowing Zee as he did, he should have seen that coming.
"You are, as beguiling as ever, my dear." He whispered, and was rewarded with a small shudder as his lips grazed the contours of her ear.
Already standing near a stone pillar, Hemming took his chance and he pushed her up against it, his body blocking the view of the guard on duty near them. Once they'd moved, it would be a simple thing, if they stood close enough together. What people would think they were doing, he didn't know, but he also didn't care. Too much of his life was wasted worrying about the opinions of others, and not enough in the pursuit of pleasure.
She was looking over his shoulder, facing towards the Temple of Mara, but he could see everyone in Riften Market as he slid a hand underneath the armor she wore. It was unfamiliar to him, but looked like the Ancient Nord kind he'd seen before, mostly in books. Precious few people could smith such items, and he wondered just where she'd gotten it - she usually wore light armor. It looked magnificent on her, exposing just enough skin to make his mind run to all the possibilities. But his thoughts scattered as he pushed past her smallclothes, his fingers brushing over the hair that covered her sex.
He actually had to stifle a moan as he teased, his hand drifting over but never really touching her. Unconsciously, she slid a little lower, widening her stance to invite him in. Around them, no one had yet taken notice of them, standing too close together to be considered polite in public, even for lovers. Zee's dark eyes shone with the kind of mischievous gleam she only got when she could be caught, loving the challenge that the crowd unwittingly presented.
For All to See 3/4
Date: 2012-09-14 01:16 am (UTC)"Ah, it's been too long since I felt you." Hemming muttered. "So splendidly wet for me."
"I missed you," She breathed, "every bit of you, but especially your cock."
"It missed you." He answered swiftly. The part of him in question was making how much itself very aware, already thickening in his trousers, pressing into her thigh. "I promise you'll be reunited soon."
Sliding a second finger into her, Hemming felt stiffen ever so slightly at first, but she let him in and he moved in slow, careful strokes to get her used to it. In his ear, her breathing was becoming labored and heavy, and Hemming could feel himself sweating, running down his body as he stood close ever so close to Zee. No one was paying them any mind, and emboldened, he increased the speed of his fingers, strumming her pearl with a brush of his thumb as he did. Her only reply was a shaky sigh as he let his fingers dip in and out, tracing her petals with her own slick.
Invisible muscles clenched at his fingers, pulsing around them as he worked. Zee moaned into his shoulder, the sound audible to his ears only, as if it were just for him. He had to resist the urge to loosen his own trousers in the middle of the market - tempting as the thought was. He kept pushing in and out, his hand moving faster, teasing at first, then thrusting, hard and fast, the speed of his drenched hand in direct correlation with his own desires.
The rest of the market could have been doing anything, swallowed whole into the ground and neither of them would have noticed. It was only the two of them now, the glide of his fingers in and out of her sheath, the subtle grind of her hips working against him. He felt her begin to shake, the movement so powerful he thought she might disrupt his fingers from their work, and it took a few seconds before realization dawned on him. Zee was going to climax, the tremors in place of her usual throaty moans as she fought to keep herself silent.
Mostly, she succeeded. Hemming was unsure of how loud they were, he could hear himself panting and groaning with perfect clarity, but the usual noise of the square - Balimund hammering at his forge, the merchants touting the properties of their goods, seemed distant in comparison. Zee could have either shouted or whispered his name, but he suspected it was the latter, since he seemed to be the only one to hear it.
When he withdrew his fingers from under her skirt, Hemming stuck them in his mouth. Normally, he might have presented them to her to lick clean, but he wanted to taste her, even if he couldn't indulge his wish to dive under her skirt and seek out her nectar at the source. The milky, musky taste of her had barely registered to his palate before he found himself being forcibly pulled away from the market.
Tough fingers dug into the soft muscles of his upper arms and it took a moment before he realized it was Zee that was steering him away. She was guiding him towards the underside of the city, leading him down the rickety wooden steps that brought them closer to the dank canal. The earthy scents of fish and dirty water mingled in the air around them, but Zee took no notice.
For All to See 4/4
Date: 2012-09-14 01:18 am (UTC)"Did you think you could tease me like that and not pay some price?" She asked, her chest heaving.
"Oh, is that what we're doing? What's the price then?"
In answer, she gripped him through his breeches, her hand stroking his erection through the fabric. Hemming gave himself over to the touch, his body filled with unreleased need that she stoked with every movement. They were still, technically, in public, but there was no one around anymore, not even a guard walking through. It would have been just as easy for them to go to his manor and get into the bed, but that they were still out made him wonder at her intention. Perhaps she wanted turnabout, and he shuddered at the thought of her taking him in hand, or better yet, in her mouth.
It transpired that she was to do neither. Instead she nestled as deeply as she could into the corner, the shadows hiding her face as she shucked her smallclothes and lifted her skirt to him. Hemming wasted no time, freeing his hardened length from their fabric confines and settling her upon it.
They both gasped as he hilted himself, and he had to reach out a hand to the brick wall to keep himself steady. They were barely moving, holed in their corner, her legs wrapped around his waist. There could be no mistake now, should anyone see them. Hemming was beyond caring, all his thoughts on the satisfaction that came from each shallow thrust into Zee. He moaned as she gripped him, he could smell the moss on the bricks and her, the scent of her want, making him harder. Fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her arse, and he hoped he wasn't bruising her, but Zee didn't seem to mind. She panted in his ear, whimpering for him to keep going, locking her legs tighter around him.
It was quick and furtive, but Hemming came without trouble, her extended absence and the illicitness of coupling outdoors helping him along. His climax was strong as an undiluted shot of whiskey and just as heady. He shook and strained, trying to keep himself from crying out, fully appreciating how difficult it must have been for her up in the market.
When it was over, she slid off of him, pushing the skirt of her armor down again. Hemming rested his forehead against the slimy bricks, relishing the cool that soaked into his overheated skin, the feeling of the breeze as it flitted through his clothes. Regaining his senses, he kissed Zee, long and hard, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, her mouth bruising against his own, waking his wary, spent body with her touch.
A merchant walked by the two of them, who were locked in an embrace. Hemming thought it might be Elgrim the alchemist, because he heard the deeper voice of a man snort at them, but he didn't look up to see. By the time they broke apart, the interloper was gone, and they were left alone again.
"We'll have to do that again sometime, see if you can keep quiet in the market." He said to her, his words filled with a smugness he didn't quite feel. Her pleasure had nearly undone him in the market, and he was still reeling from everything else. The finery he wore was clinging to his body, and he didn't know what had become of his hat.
Zee wasn't fooled at all by him. She shook her head, her dark hair mussed in the back, and a lock stuck with sweat to one cheek. "Only if I get to take you afterwards, in any way I like."
Hemming thought about it, wondering how long they could keep it up before he'd have to start bribing guards. She'd have him in every corner of the hold if he wasn't careful. He smiled and offered an arm to her, intending on taking her to his bed. "Perhaps it's best left as a welcome home present. I wouldn't want everyone in Riften getting an eyeful of you whenever the mood strikes."
"Was that what that was, you welcoming me home?" She asked, accepting his proffered arm.
Hemming's smile grew wider, his look shrewd as they mounted the stairs. "That was just a start." He said, his tone laden with a promise of more to come. Zee shivered with delight, letting him lead her through the market and into his house.
Re: For All to See 4/4
Date: 2012-09-18 03:22 pm (UTC)This is absolutely fantastic!!!!! Love love love love it!!!
Re: For All to See 4/4
Date: 2012-10-01 06:00 am (UTC)