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Younger!Brynjolf gets caught red-handed.
Date: 2012-12-04 02:35 am (UTC)I picture him in his younger (18 of course) days of thievery, being too cocky (maybe he's never gotten caught before) and getting caught by someone who enjoys teaching him exactly what she likes.
Bonus points and sweet rolls for bondage/femdom, dubcon optional.
Squicks: just blood, bathrooms and beast races.
A!A here
Date: 2013-01-09 05:07 pm (UTC)Consider it filled!
Should be with you soon OP!
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Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 1/?
Date: 2013-01-09 08:09 pm (UTC)Summary: A cocky, nineteen year old Brynjolf gets more than he bargained for when he breaks into the Bee and Barb one night. The tavern’s landlady is quick to point out what he’s doing wrong but, luckily for him, she’s more than willing to help him out.
Lessons in Lust
Brynjolf cursed and threw his third broken lockpick aside before fumbling for another. He slid it in the lock and tweaked it so it was exactly where the last had broken off.
And down just a touch more...ah!
The lock gave a satisfying click and he grinned, pocketing the lockpick. He gave one last furtive glance around in the darkness before slowly turning the door handle and pushing it open. The Bee and Barb was as dark and silent as he had expected it to be. He smirked to himself.
“I wouldn’t do it, son.” Gallus has said when Brynjolf had let slip his plan.
“Why not? He had asked, drinking his mead a little too quickly. “It’s perfect. The landlord’s going away for the weekend and it’ll be shut.”
Gallus folded his arms and shook his head. “You don’t shit on your own doorstep. If you want to go through with it, you’re on your own.”
That suited Brynjolf just fine – it meant more loot for him. He stood fully, knowing that now he was inside, he was safe. He searched behind the bar and found a healthy coin purse and a handful of exotic meads he could sell on for a tidy profit. He shoved them roughly into his knapsack and winced when they clunked loudly before he remembered that he needn’t worry too much about being heard. So he poured himself a tankard of mead and leaned casually against the bar, pondering where the tavern’s strongbox might dwell.
He snorted into his tankard when he thought of Gallus’ warning. He may not have been a member of the Guild long but Brynjolf was exceedingly proud of the fact that he had never been caught. And as he drained his goblet, he thought with pride that this little job wasn’t going to change that.
“You should be glad my husband is not here.”
...or maybe not.
He let himself panic for a second before turning with a swoon-worthy smile on his face, eyes seeking out the female form hidden in the shadows.
“So sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I came to return these.” He held up the bag holding his loot. “It seems some scoundrel of a thief tried to take advantage of your husband’s absence.”
To his surprise, the woman laughed loudly and he fidgeted on the spot, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. The woman emerged from the shadows by the stairs, her arms crossed beneath an ample bosom that Brynjolf told himself he didn’t have time to ogle.
She wandered towards him, apparently still amused. She stopped close to him and said, “Oh, my apologies for laughing, boy. But that excuse is the worst I have ever heard.”
Brynjolf felt his face grow hot but he still forced a smile. “It’s no excuse ma’am. I caught the thief myself.”
“Really?” She leaned against the bar next to him, pouring mead into the same tankard he had been using. “Where is the thief now?”
“The – er...the guards have taken him away.”
She giggled and took a deep swig. “I didn’t hear any noise.”
“That’s because...” Brynjolf’s mind went blank and he suddenly wished Gallus was here.
A hand on his chest brought him back to his hell. “Drop the act, boy. I was a thief once and I know all the tricks.”
“You were a thief too?” He blurted out before realising his mistake. He frowned, affronted, when she laughed again. “And I’m not a ‘boy’!”
She eyed him as she licked her lips clean of the sweet mead she’d been drinking. She uncrossed her arms as her eyes slid up from his feet, to his muscled legs, over his tight breeches and his broad, leather clad torso and he noticed he could see her hard nipples through her flimsy nightdress. Her eyes paused on his lips for a moment before finally meeting his own eyes once again. She took another drink and Brynjolf took studied her fair face before admiring her well-rounded hips, small waist and – he thought he could risk it – her breasts.
Gods, she was attractive.
Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 2/?
Date: 2013-01-10 10:15 pm (UTC)If only he could remember her name, then he could give her a good wooing. He barely contained a grin when he thought about how desperate she must be for some attention from a strapping younger man like him; especially when her husband was such a huge oaf.
“What is your name, thief?”
“Brynjolf.” He answered before cursing himself for giving his real name. But really, there was no point in denying it; he lived so close he would hardly be difficult to find.
“Hmm.” She stepped closer and held out her hand. “My name is Keifa. Charmed to meet you, Brynjolf.”
“You too, ma’am.” He responded, awkward once more.
“Don’t call me ma’am.” She chastised sweetly. “It makes me sound like I’m an old crone. I’m still just a lass to most men in this town.”
In truth, he would have been more comfortable if she had cowering in the corner, or threatening him with a broken bottle or even calling the guards. At least then he’d know where he stood. Instead, she smiled calmly at him and he felt a slow burn of uneasiness crawling up his spine.
“How old are you, Brynjolf?” She asked as she began to circle him, making him feel like a prize pony at a show.
“Nineteen.”
She left a pause before running a finger down his chest. “Did you know that males are supposed to be at their sexual peak at nineteen, Brynjolf?”
“No, ma’am – lass.” He corrected himself quickly, feeling his cheeks burn at both his error and her question. He hadn’t been expecting this; he hadn’t thought that she would be so predatory and – to his surprise – he was loving every minute. So much for her being desperate; it was beginning to feel like it was the other way around.
“Lass?” She smiled, raising her eyebrows. “I like that.” She bit her lip and looked up at him, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts together once more. Brynjolf felt his throat go dry. Why wasn’t she just calling the guards? “Did you also know that females are at their sexual peak in their thirties, Brynjolf?”
He shook his head.
She leaned in and her breasts pressed against his chest. He felt a hot wave of arousal wash over him. “Ask me how old I am, Brynjolf.”
“How old are you?” He breathed, his leather armour suddenly feeling too tight.
“I’m thirty one. You see, we match each other rather well.” She leaned in so close he thought she was going to kiss him; he closed his eyes expectantly. But after a moment, he felt her move away. Disappointment crushed his chest and he felt cold without her so close.
“Now, Brynjolf. I find myself in quite the predicament.” She heaved herself up to sit on the bar and released her dark blonde hair from its messy plait. “Do I report you the guards?” He opened his mouth to protest but she continued quickly. “Or do I teach you a lesson?” His eyes widened. “After all, you are not the best thief, are you?”
He glared. “I’ve never been caught!”
She snorted. “You have now. I heard you fumbling about with those lockpicks and I cannot believe it took you four attempts to open the door!” She tutted and leaned back on her hands, once again displaying her hardened nipples to him. “I think you just need to know how to use your fingers better.”
He frowned again. “I don’t need lessons from a barmaid about how to use my hands.”
“Ah, ah! You’re forgetting: I was a thief before I married.” She beckoned him over and he found himself obeying as though he was a dog and she was his mistress. “I know how to use my hands.” She slipped off the bar with ease and plucked his bag of loot from his hands. “You won’t be needing this.” She tossed it onto the bar without care of the bottles inside.
She stared into his green eyes and trailed her hands down his torso until she reached the growing bulge in his tight breeches. He felt embarrassed at the eye contact – a type of intimacy he was not used to – but she didn’t seem bothered at all. She untied the laces with ease, her fingers light and quick. Her fingertips just teased the waistband of his breeches when she reached up and whispered,
“Kiss me.”
Re: Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 2/?
Date: 2013-01-11 04:45 am (UTC)Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 3/?
Date: 2013-01-12 10:48 pm (UTC)“That is something else we’ll have to work on.”
He made to protest once more but the words died on his tongue as she pushed down his breeches enough to release his aching member. He groaned as she brushed her fingers along the prominent veins and he noticed, with as much smugness as he could muster, that she was admiring him.
“And that is something we won’t have to work on.” She murmured appreciatively before grasping him firmly and slowly pumping her hand up and down. He gasped and his body hummed with pleasure as she continued her ministrations. He couldn’t deny it: her hands were skilled indeed and he realised he had been foolish to doubt her. Her thumb circled his sensitive tip, smearing the fluid already gathered there. His hips jerked and he heard her laugh, sounding pleased with herself. He felt her breath against his ear as she said,
“Are you going to come?”
“Y – yes.” He gasped, feeling his insides coil and knees getting weak.
He could feel her smile against his skin. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes...oh gods, yes!”
Her hand squeezed a fraction tighter. “Say it. Say you’re going to come for me.”
“I’m going to – ” But before he could finish, he finished.
He spurted his come over her hand and he heard it splatter onto the wooden floor. He slowly became conscious of his own panting and was embarrassed to be so easily lured in by her.
“Well,” Keifa began, reaching for a cloth behind the bar and wiping her hand. “I usually get a little more warning than that but I suppose you can’t have everything.” She sighed and Brynjolf found himself hoping he hadn’t disappointed her. She seized the half-empty mead bottle and wandered back off towards the stairs, leaving the young thief sprawled over the bar, his breeches around his thighs.
“Where are you going?” He croaked feebly.
“To bed.” She said curtly, raising an elegant eyebrow. “Where I was before you decided to break into my home. I have proved my point about my skilled hands, have I not? And you have made it clear you would not like my assistance in improving your own skills so I suggest we say goodnight and be on our own ways.” She made to walk up the stairs but she stopped again and turned around. “Unless, of course, you have surrendered your ludicrous pride and have changed your mind...?”
Brynjolf swallowed thickly and tucked himself back into his breeches but he didn’t retie them. Instead he hurried to join her at the bottom of the stairs. She grinned and lightly caressed his stubbly jaw line with one finger before seizing his hand and pulling him up the stairs behind her.
Brynjolf didn’t know whether to congratulate himself for making a good decision to curse himself for letting this woman dominate him. Either way, he thought with a grin, he was going to get one hell of a rutting.
She led him silently to her room and pushed open the double doors before grinning at him and pulling him inside. The room was lit only by a half-dying fire in the stone grate and it gave the fur covered bed a tempting glow. She placed the bottle on the end table and turned back to him.
“The first thing you’ll have to learn is how to kiss properly.”
Brynjolf scowled. “I know how to kiss.”
“Ah, ah!” She slapped an elegant finger over his lips. “You might know the mechanics of it but you lack style.” He huffed but remained silent. “Now, you have to remember that a kiss shouldn’t be something you have to do out of politeness before you thrust your dick into someone.” He didn’t know if he felt awkward or aroused at her frank words. “A kiss should be something that lets you test how well you and your prospective partner will go together and, from your atrocious kiss downstairs, I currently don’t hold out much hope for you.”
Brynjolf couldn’t let that one go. “You were about to pull down my trousers! How is anyone supposed to concentrate on kissing technique then?”
“No excuses!” She snapped before softening immediately and stepping close to him again. “Now kiss me again. Slowly.”
Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 4/?
Date: 2013-01-16 08:46 pm (UTC)“What?” He growled, annoyed that she had stopped him mid-stride.
“You’re rushing!” She wiped her mouth and made a face. “You were doing well before you flopped your tongue in my mouth. You’re far too messy.” She pushed her hair back over her shoulder. “Here, I’ll lead this time. Sit on the edge of the bed and take off your boots.”
He did as she asked and tossed his boots aside carelessly. She rolled her eyes but made no comment. Instead, she straddled his lap and already Brynjolf felt like she had an unfair advantage. She pushed his red hair away from his face and brushed her lips over his like her had done to her. Then she pushed slightly harder and their lips began to move together. One of his arms settled around her waist while the other squeezed her backside, making her moan into his mouth. He felt her nails scratch his scalp and her tongue slid between his lips, slowly exploring. It left him in no doubt that her tongue was just as talented as her hands.
“You see?” She breathed once she had pulled away, still just an inch from his lips. “Take your time. Show me how good you can be with that quick tongue of yours.”
So he did. His second kiss was better, he knew straight away. She clung on tightly to him, letting him take the lead but her nails always hovered over his skin, waiting to strike if he did anything wrong. It was enough to keep him on the right track.
“Much better.” She said and noticed that her cheeks were a little pink.
“I’m a fast learner.” He gave her his best roguish smile that he had made other women giggle and uncross their legs for him. Unfortunately, he should have known she would not be similarly affected.
“Let’s hope so.” She clambered off his lap and stood proudly before him. “Undress me.”
His mouth suddenly went dry. He eyed her nightdress, unsure if he should ask her to turn around. But then he wondered if perhaps there weren’t any laces and then she would tell him he was being ridiculous. That idea was not out of the question. Eventually, he settled for just pushing the straps off her shoulders and letting it pool softly at her feet. And there she was: completely naked and stood in front of him as though she was waiting for something. Her fair hair just grazed her dusky pink nipples which were still hard; by his ministrations of the cool air, he couldn’t tell. Her breasts were full and his hands ached to squeeze them and feel the soft flesh mould to the shape of palms. Her skin was creamy and smooth and his eyes trailed down her body and came to rest on the thicket of blonde hair between her legs. He could feel his leather breeches bulging again and he shifted uncomfortably.
She was watching him with an odd expression. “Have you been with a woman before, Brynjolf?”
“Of course!” He replied sharply, offended that she couldn’t tell.
“Hmm.” She stepped forward so his knees pressed into her legs. “I doubt they were older than you.”
“No. They weren’t.” He found himself admitting, his mind going blank as she toyed with the ends of his hair. All he had to do was tilt his head up a little and he could catch one of her pert nipples between his dry lips...
But she moved away to the other side of the bed and sat up against the pillows gracefully, beckoning him closer with one finger. He kissed her, hoping to impress, but she cut it short by pushing his still covered chest. He sat back on his haunches.
“Yes, very good. But let me see how good your fingers are.”
Re: Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 4/?
Date: 2013-01-18 05:04 am (UTC)Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 5/?
Date: 2013-01-21 04:46 pm (UTC)“Show me what you already know and I’ll fill in the gaps.”
He teasingly traced the outline of her swollen sex before sliding one finger a little deeper. Slowly, he told himself. He couldn’t suppress a smile when he found her already wet for him. She parted her legs and finally he could see her pink slickness in all its glory. He forced himself not to get too lost in his desperation to please her and to actually think about what might make her purr for him. He brushed a fingertip over her sensitive bud and she gasped in surprise before he quickly moved on to teasing her wet entrance. She sighed and he could tell that he was finally making a good impression.
He pushed half a finger inside her before she caught his wrist. “Slowly.” She reminded sternly. “We are not taking part in some race. Take your time when you pleasure me or I shall I have to punish you if I do not like it.”
He knew that he would gladly accept both pleasure and punishment from her but he quickly decided that pleasure was the route to take. After all, that was what he was here to learn about. So he slid the rest of his finger inside her and she fidgeted. He looked up at her with a pleased grin on his face, only to find her apparently unaffected by his actions. He suddenly realised he wasn’t quite sure where to go from here.
“Is that it?” She raised an eyebrow. “One finger just...there.”
“No.” He blushed. “I just – ”
“If you don’t know, just say. Then I can help you.”
Brynjolf felt horribly awkward and foolish. “I don’t know.”
She grinned and draped her fingers over the base of his. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Rule one, Brynjolf..." She purred. "Always ask what a woman wants."
"What do you want?" He swallowed.
Her thumb nudged his index finger a little further into her and she shifted. She told him to add another and he did, sliding it slowly into her. He twisted them around and then pulled them nearly all the way out before pushing them back in. She moaned softly and her eyes closed. His chest swelled with pride. As he continued and her breathing became louder, he had an overwhelming urge to taste her. He hesitated only for a moment, thinking that he should ask first but he suspected she would be annoyed by his caution. So he ran his tongue over her sensitive bead and she cried out, her fingers coiling themselves in his hair.
"Keep doing that." She gasped.
He obeyed her command and continued his pleasuring until she spoke again. He looked up at her and saw her naked body was glistened with sweat and her cheeks were flushed.
"Stop there!" He did so, his fingers only two thirds of the way into her. "Twist them a little...there! You feel that?"
Beneath his fingertips, he could feel a small bump. "Yes. What now?"
"If you feel that while pleasuring a woman, be sure to pay extra attention to it. Rubbing that will have her screaming for you within moments."
"Will it?" He asked, grinning, before rubbing his fingers over it and tonguing her clit again. It didn't disappoint; he had barely been doing it for minute when her muscles squeezed his fingers tighter and she threw her head back, crying out. He waited for her breathing to slow back to normal before gently removing his fingers from her and sitting back on his haunches.
"That was very, very good." She pulled him into a kiss which her returned sloppily, still giddy with excitement that he had caused such a tremendous orgasm. Thankfully, she was too glazed to comment. "Take your clothes off."
His stomach flipped with excitement and he hurriedly kicked off his boots. Next, he unstrapped his armour, before peeling off his shirt. She ran her nails down his bare chest and he saw hunger in her eyes.
"I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work. Would you like that?"
"Yes. Please." He swallowed thickly as she pulled down his breeches and released his achingly hard manhood once more. He kicked them off and she stroked him so gently it felt like hot summer breeze had just washed over him.
Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 6/9
Date: 2013-01-21 06:16 pm (UTC)"Sit back against them. You've learnt so much already and I just want you to relax and admire a master at work." He threw himself against the pillows eagerly, his legs stretched out in front of him. She straddled them and nuzzled his neck. "Of should that be mistress?"
She gave him another kiss that she controlled completely by a tight grip on his chin and then pulled away just enough to break contact. She knelt a little higher so her breasts were on level with his face. "Suck."
He obeyed again, suckling on her hard, pink nipples with relish. So absorbed was he in his task, he didn't notice she had tied his hands to the headboard until she pulled away with a smirk. He pulled at them helplessly, a feeling of foreboding poisoning his stomach.
"What are you doing?" He demanded, frowning as her grin just got wider. "If has all been some sort of trick...if this is so your husband can find me..."
She snorted. "Why on earth would I want him to find you? He would probably kill you and then you would be no use to me at all."
Her response did nothing to appease his worries.
"Then why tie me up?"
She traced his jaw line with her sharp nails. "Don't you like it? Many find it rather..." She glanced down and saw that he was still rock hard. "...stimulating."
He cursed his own arousal, knowing that being tied up was hardly a sign of a good thief. He just had to hope that she would keep her word. But all worries quickly went out the window when she stroked his throbbing member again. He groaned and watched, breathless, as she moved down his body to teasing lick the underside, tracing the veins. She traced them up and down before stopping at the top and swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip. Then she finally took him into her mouth. He gave a silent cry and marvelled at how skilled she was. Never had he been pleasured by a woman with such an instinctive knowledge about what he wanted and when exactly to give it to him He could only hope that perhaps he would possess equal knowledge about his sexual partners.
The head of his cock bumped against her throat and his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. If she didn't stop soon...
"You have better control yourself." She said pulling away, as though she was reading his mind.
He panted, both happy that she prolonging his pleasure and desperate to reach his climax.
"Perhaps you should take a little break and just...enjoy the show." He looked at her questioningly as she lay back on her elbows at the other end of the bed. their legs tangled together. "All of this has gotten me rather hot again and I must ease it."
All of the air left his lungs as she spread her legs and began touching herself, her two fingers slipping inside her wet entrance while her thumb rubbed her bud in a slow, erotic rhythm. She whimpered and her head lolled backwards, giving him a perfect view of a bead of sweat running down her neck and between her heaving breasts. She gasped and writhed, engrossed in her self-inflicted pleasure. He began pulling desperately on the belts that lashed him to the bed. All he could think about was how much he wanted - needed - to touch her.
"Oh, yes!" She cried, riding her fingers until he could see she was on the peak of another orgasm. But she stopped just before it, much to his disappointment, and pulled her fingers out. She frowned at the loss of contact and he knew that he would never have the willpower to stop so close. She clambered back up and straddled him again. She nudged his lips with her wet fingers and he sucked them clean eagerly, tasting her delicious musk.
"That's better. Now aren't you a little calmer?"
He was about to reply that her touching herself in front of him certainly did not make him any calmer but he assumed it would not be the right thing to say. So instead he nodded mutely.
Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 7/8
Date: 2013-01-21 06:19 pm (UTC)"Good." She cooed. "Now hold this." She pushed a piece of wood into his mouth. "To stop you from being too noisy. We don't want you screaming the place down." He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yes Brynjolf. I will definitely make you scream." She pushed it a little further in. "And don't spit it out or I'll stop and I won't be starting again. And neither of us want that, do we?"
He shook his head, humiliated that his job had ended up with him naked and tied to a bed. But to his horror, her control of him only made him wild with desperate need.
She gave him one last heated look before lowering herself onto his thick member, making both of them gasp. The pace began slow, driving him insane but after a while, he was happy to notice that she too was getting frustrated. So she moved herself up and down faster and the sound of their bodies meeting and their moans of pleasure soon filled the night air. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he began pulling at his bindings once more, his hands itching to squeeze her bouncing her breasts but they still didn't yield.
His efforts faded when he felt his climax begin in the pit of stomach; hot and numbing. He tried to warn her but it was impossible and he came hard, his scream muffled by the wood wedged between his teeth. His body fell limp against the cushions, his tied wrists the only thing stopping him from sliding down further. She climbed off him as he regained his breath.
"I hope you do not think you are finished yet." Through his post-coital haze, he saw her untying his wrists and pulling the wood from his mouth.
"I don't..."
"I haven't finished!" She exclaimed as the last tie came loose and he slipped down. She grinned suddenly and straddled his face. "Be a good boy and make me come, won't you?"
She lowered her wet sex onto his lips and he sucked and licked greedily, listening to every noise she made and which areas she liked the most attention on. He sucked her bud into his mouth and her hips bucked against him. "Oh, gods, Brynjolf!" She began riding his face hard and fast, lost in her own desire for climax. She licked her slit before gently grazing his teeth along her clit. Her hips bucked one last time and she muffled her scream by stuffing her fingers in her mouth. He tasted a rush of her musky juices mixed with his salty juices and swallowed them, rolling the taste around his mouth.
She moved off him slowly and collapsed next to him on the bed.
Neither of them made to embrace the other but it was comfortable.
Brynjolf fell into a short doze and when he awoke, it was still dark outside. He sat up and saw her adding another log to the fire, clad once again in her nightdress. She smiled when she saw him and he clambered out of bed, pulling on his breeches and searching for his boots.
"They're over there." She pointed to the other side of the bed and nodded gratefully, pulling them on. He dressed quickly and she watched with an expression of amusement on her face. He stood before her fully clothed again and he felt his cheeks redden.
"I cannot stay."
To his surprise, she laughed. "I did not ask you to. But I will see you out." He was about to say that he knew the way to the door but she continued. "I don't want a sneak thief prowling around my business without my knowledge."
He smiled and she led him back down the stairs to the Bee and Barb's bar. He stood awkwardly by the door before nodding jerkily as a sort of farewell but as he placed one hand on the door she called him back.
"Here." She was holding his bag. She pulled out the coin purse he had taken but left the rare meads inside. "You'd best have something to show the Guild, eh?"
"Aye, that I do." He shoulder the bag and nodded again. "Goodbye. And thank you."
"Oh, pleasure's all mine, Brynjolf." She held the door open for him. "I hope I will see you back at the Bee and Barb soon."
Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 8/8
Date: 2013-01-21 06:23 pm (UTC)Keifa and her husband moved away not long after. Brynjolf didn't know if her husband ever found out about their dalliance; he assumed not as, as she had said, he would surely have demanded revenge. But in all his years, he never forgot that night and whenever he had time to sit and rest, she would often come into his mind as a fond memory.
*
Fourteen years later
"...hear others' thoughts! Get your genuine Falmer blood elixir here!" Brynjolf called to the market. Some occasionally looked his way but most knew to avoid him and his 'cures' but Brynjolf didn't mind. This was mostly an excuse to get out of the Flagon every once in a while and breathe the fresh air.
"Now how would you know that this would enable you to hear others' thoughts unless you can hear them yourself?" A voice purred from behind him.
He froze. He knew that voice...
"Keifa!" He grinned as she came into view. He studied her and saw that she looked as good as when he had last saw her all those years ago. "Why, you haven't changed one bit, lass."
She laughed and crossed her arms. "Well, you certainly have! Who would have thought you'd be so smooth?"
He placed the bottled back on its table and stepped closer to her. "Ah, but I had a good teacher."
Her eyes darkened and sparkled. "Did you?"
"Aye." He rubbed his jaw. "I still have those bottles you gave me."
"I think you mean the ones you stole." She corrected with a smirk. She bit her lip. "I would very much like to see them again. And anything else you have gained since we last met."
Brynjolf never went for women older than him, especially now when he was into his thirties and young women were throwing themselves at him. But this woman...oh, gods, this woman...
"I never refused a request to see my bottle collection." He said and offered her his arm.
She took it and smiled. "I do hope it's somewhere private."
"Oh, don't worry about that." He breathed in her ear. "I can show you how much I've learnt."
Re: Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 8/8
Date: 2013-01-26 10:03 am (UTC)I might come back with a coherent comment later, but BY THE NINE it's hot!
Re: Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 8/8
Date: 2013-01-26 10:14 am (UTC)Lovely fill. Bravo.
A!A here!
Date: 2013-01-27 10:30 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it...it was great fun to write :)
Re: Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 8/8
Date: 2013-02-03 12:18 am (UTC)(Please, please tell me you've written other fills on the meme? I must devour them.)
A!A here!
Date: 2013-02-06 12:11 pm (UTC)And I certainly have written other fills!
I'm the writer of the Endra/Ghorbash series (which you can find under the tag series:endra)
I also wrote another little, teasing Brynjolf fill called 'Cure For An Itch' which can be found here:
http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3288.html?thread=2381528&
And I dabbled in a bit of crack/humor when I wrote a little piece about a DB inspired by the Sassy Gay Friend videos on YT:
http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3603.html?thread=3792403&#t3792403
Hope you like some of these too A!A!