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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)