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F!DB/Brynjolf – BAM. Sudden Attraction
Date: 2012-12-01 10:41 pm (UTC)I’d like something similar happening to our dear Dragonborn. Brynjolf keeps hitting on her and she just doesn’t want him at ALL. Until one day… poof. Now she will do anything to fuck him.
And I mean anything.
No squicks, limits, whatever.
Nothing like nearly dying... 1/?
Date: 2012-12-22 03:43 am (UTC)~~~~~
She struggled with her armor. The straps kept anything from coming lose and making noise, true, but it also made it nearly impossible to get into without an extra pair of hands. She growled lowly and pulled on one of the straps viciously. It didn't help anything but made her feel a little better.
Someone chuckled behind her. She didn't turn, intent on ignoring the person. The other seemed just as intent on not being ignored. "Having a problem, lass?"
She gritted her teeth. Brynjolf. Of course it would be Brynjolf. he was a good enough friend, someone she could count on to watch her back,but by the gods, why couldn't he just take no as her answer and stop flirting? "I'm fine," she growled.
"Well, that's true, but you still seem like you could use a hand. I can help, if you'll let me," his tone was playful, with a ring to it that told her he was referring to more than her armor.
"You won't if you want to keep all your fingers," she shot back. He laughed deeply.
Valrei whimpered and curled into a tight ball. Whether she was fighting off the cold wind, or the memories, she wasn't sure.
"You've done well, lass. Now, go get some rest. You look dead on your feet," Brynjolf said, frowning a little.
She nodded slowly and turned to go find an empty bed. Her foot slipped on the lick floor of the cistern and she tipped over backward. A pair of strong arms twined around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, male body. She blinked sleepily, trying to process what had just happened.
"You know, if you wanted in my arms, you could have just asked," Brynjolf murmured against her ear.
She shoved away from him with a strength that surprised him, pushing herself out of his arms violently, and falling back right into the water of the cistern. When she came up for air, she could hear the laughter of her fellow thieves. All she wanted was to drown right then, to end the embarrassment. Then, she saw Brynjolf's surprised, amused face. Maybe she would drown him instead.
...
The beds were all full. For once, all the members of their guild were home at the same time. It was kind of nice, but it made it difficult for her to find a place to crash.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" she muttered, planting her hands on her hips.
"My bed always has room for you, lass."
She glared over her shoulder at the red head, now sitting up in one of the beds. "I'd rather sleep with a skeever, Brynjolf." She stalked toward the Flagon to sleep at one of the tables. Brynjolf's quiet laugh followed her the whole way.
Valrei wished he was with her, with his arms wrapped around her to protect her against the cold, to comfort her, maybe even more. How was it that she suddenly found herself unable to stop thinking about him? She wondered if his hands were rough and calloused from long years of use, or if they were gentle,nimble. Would his beard tickle her if - when - she kissed him? she wanted to hear him murmur "lass" in his ear, and laughed at her when she did something silly.
Why was she thinking about him? And why was she so bloody cold?
"I'll give Brynjolf your regards."
Even with the poison holding her still, she felt the knife press against her throat, felt the skin split and peel back. And then it was just pain and blood and darkness.
Nothing like nearly dying 1/5/?
Date: 2012-12-22 03:44 am (UTC)"Easy, easy. Don't stand up too quickly."
She looked toward the soft voice and found the dark elf from the ruins - Karliah. "Mercer?" Valrei croaked.
Karliah shook her head. "He's gone."
"You shot me!"
The dark elf frowned at her. "I was aiming for Mercer. I was going to drag him back to the guild and make him confess." She paused and her voice lost some of its venom. "It's good I did, though. The poison on my arrow paralyzed you, and kept you from bleeding to death."
Valrei raised her hand and touched her throat. Soft bandages met her fingers. "I owe you my life. I"m in your debt." her voice was still rough and hoarse.
"More than you realize," Karliah frowned, but then shook her head. "I have a way to prove our innocence without Mercer."
"Our?" Valrei asked.
"I'll give Brynjolf your regards."
"Nevermind," the younger woman amended quickly. "What do you have in mind."
Karliah pulled out a thin book and handed it to her. "Gallus' journal. It should help us, but he wrote it in code. Take it to Winterhold, to his friend Enthir, he should be able to translate it"
Valrei took the journal and tucked it into one of her many pockets. "And you?"
Karliah looked back to the ruins, a deep sadness passing over her features. "I will remain her a while longer. Gallus deserves a real burial."
Nodding, Valrei tucked her black hair behind her ear and set her feet toward Winterhold.
Re: Nothing like nearly dying 1/5/?
Date: 2012-12-23 03:48 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing like nearly dying 1/5/?
Date: 2013-02-21 12:28 am (UTC)Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2
Date: 2012-12-24 02:20 am (UTC)Brynjolf hesitated as she stepped into the dim light from overhead. "Valrei..." His sword lowered slightly. Then his eyes snapped to the dark elf behind her and the blade raised again. "You'd best explain what you're doing here. And with her."
"Please lower your weapons, we just want to talk," Karliah said. After a moment, the three thieves did, and she launched into her story. All the wile Valrei watched Brynjolf out of the corner of her eye. When in Oblivion's name did he get to be so attractive? Broad shoulders, narrow waist, those eyes. He glanced over and caught her staring. Her cheeks burned, but she forced herself to hold his gaze for a long moment. When they went to check the vault, Valrei followed along at the back, taking the opportunity to study a certain redhead's behind. Gods how had she missed how sexy he was? Ste tipped her head to one side and the scar on her throat pulled a little, reminding her to focus on what was going on.
Kill Mercer first, sleep with Brynjolf second.
The thief in question glanced over at her again, his deep green eyes meeting her dark ones.
Screw it, Mercer could wait.
Brynjolf was taking charge, and Valrei had to admit she liked it. He sent Vex and Delvin to stand guard at the Flagon, ordered Karliah to get supplies from the market, and tasked Valrei with breaking into Mercer's house for clues, suggesting she wait until after nightfall. He then began digging through Mercer's old desk. The cistern was empty of anyone except the two of them.
Valrei leaned against the desk and cleared her throat. It was less to get his attention and more to get any lingering hoarseness from her throat, but he looked up anyway. Under his keen eyes, she suddenly wasn't sure what to say. Everything sounded stupid to her ears.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's just that, um, there's a few hours until night," she floundered, willing herself to just spit it out.
Brynjolf shifted his weight to one foot, crossing his arms over his chest. He was smirking at her.
"Forget it," she muttered. She would come back after she thought a little more about what to say, and a little less about how his ass looked in his leather armor.
Brynjolf laughed and reached out to grab her arm, moving around the desk at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her so that her back was against his chest. "I'm not letting you go that easily, lass. Not after I just got you back." His voice was low, his warm breath tickled her ear. She blushed and leaned back into him.
"Didn't you tell me once that there was always room in your bed for me?"
Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.5/2.75
Date: 2012-12-24 02:23 am (UTC)"Bryn," she whispered.
His tongue flicked over her ear. "Do you want something?" he purred.
"Gods damn it, Brynjolf, kiss me," Valrei growled.
He chuckled. "Patience, lass."
She growled but he sucked lightly at a spot on her neck, making her sigh. She closed her eyes and leaned her head to one side, giving him more room. He kissed down the cure, one hand raising to brush the tips of his fingers against the opposite side of her neck. Rough fingers brushed the scar just below her jaw and he stopped. He grabbed her shoulders gently and turned her to face him. Softly, he lifted her chin with one hand. He studied the thick scar for a long moment, his green eyes unreadable, then ran his thumb across it.
Valrei pushed his hand away and leaned up to press her lips to his. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss. his tongue slipped between her lips, caressing hers. She moaned softly. He kissed her harder, pulling at the straps on her armor. Her cuirass slid to the floor as he finished the last of the straps. He pulled back long enough to pull her undershirt over her head, leaving her in only her breast band. She yanked at the buckles on his chest guard, but couldn't get them loose. Brynjolf buried his face against her neck, nipping lightly and chuckling in her ear.
"Problem love?"
"Take this off now," she growled, pulling on the straps for emphasis.
He pulled back from her and easily stripped out of his leather armor, down to his undershirt and pants. He pulled off his undershirt. Valrie just stared at him, taking in his lean, muscular chest. He wore only a thin pair of pants that did nothing to disguise the bulge at the front. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement. She swallowed hard and closed the distance between them,pressing her lips against the hard planes of his chest. She ran her hands down his stomach. Brynjolf groaned, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. She ran her hand down, over his hard manhood. He reached for her, but Valrei took a stop back, giving him a little smile. She slipped out of her pants, so she was standing in just her small clothes.
Brynjolf looked at her, and groaned softly. He grabbed her arm and pressed her up against the wall behind the desk, kissing her hard. A hand slid the last bit of cloth away from her bottom half, and he slid a finger along her folds. She moaned, burying her head against his chest. He groaned softly, feeling how wet she was.
"You're going to be the death of me, lass," he groaned in her ear.
Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.75/2.75
Date: 2012-12-24 02:24 am (UTC)Brynjolf made an unhappy noise, but he knew she was right. He freed himself from his pants with one hand, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid himself slowly into her, both of them groaning appreciatively. Brynjolf growled, thrusting into her hard, again and again. Valrei cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder. Each thrust made her back scratch against the rough wall, but it felt so good, she didn't care. She tightened her legs around his waist.
"Brynjolf, gods, please, more!" she gasped. The thief grunted, nipping at her shoulder, and gave her what she asked for. It was fast and rough, but soon she felt fire spread through her as she came hard around his length. Her back arched off the wall, she threw her head back, and cried out. Brynjolf grunted, slamming himself into her warmth, his thrusts growing more desperate until he spilled himself, buried deep inside her.
The both leaned against the wall for a long moment, still wrapped together as their breathing slowed. Brynjolf kissed her slowly and deeply. When he pulled back, he gently ran his finger over the scar on her throat. His green eyes were stormy as he looked into her dark eyes.
"When this is over, you're mine, lass. And I won't be quick about it," he promised.
Valrei laughed breathlessly. "I look forward to it."
Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.75/2.75
Date: 2012-12-24 10:45 am (UTC)Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.75/2.75
Date: 2013-01-10 09:38 pm (UTC)Awesome smut.
Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2.75/2.75
Date: 2013-12-05 03:44 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing like nearly dying 2
Date: 2013-12-05 03:38 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing like nearly dying... 1/?
Date: 2013-12-05 03:33 pm (UTC)