“Vilkas?” Miri asks plaintively, but he shakes his head, noses at her neck. “Let’s bathe,” he hums, kissing her shoulder. “Not safe out here. And we have a double bed to call our own for a few hours after we’re clean.”
She squirms impatiently in his arms- he can smell her arousal, under the sweat and travel grime, but it’s faint yet. Signs of a good night to come. “Vilkas, I—“
“It’s alright,” he says, kisses her again as he shucks his pants off, tugs at hers as he walks them towards the warm pools. “We can wash quickly and get back. We don’t have anywhere to be before daylight.”
With a relaxed sigh, she nods and reluctantly steps apart from him. She’s visibly blushing, but seems confident as she steps out of her own trousers and unders. “Ready?” she asks, and at his quick nod they step into the warm water together.
He’s entranced by her as she washes, undoing her hair and letting coppery strands tumble all around her, submerging herself with a breath and scrubbing her face afterwards. She spells her Restoration magic as she goes, touching up little cuts and bruises from the fight, and watching her bathe in the golden light makes something settle in Vilkas.
When she’s done, she turns to him and smiles shyly. “Do you want-will you let me—“ She waggles her fingers, making little trails of golden light in the darkness.
“I—“ Vilkas hesitates. “I’m not bleeding.”
Miri lets out a tiny laugh. “You don’t have to be bleeding out to use Restoration, Vilkas,” she teases. “It’s okay if you don’t want to; I just thought it might feel nice.”
“Maybe later,” he allows. He still isn’t thrilled about the idea of any magic being used on him, even Miri’s, but he’ll allow that it’s a weakness that he has to get used to, if he intends her to be his. Which he does.
Miri doesn’t push the issue, simply nods and smiles as she steps out of the pool, bending sideways as she squeezes the water out of her hair. The angle is a good one, showing off her curves beautifully, and he bites his tongue to hold back the whine threatening to escape. Alright, Vilkas, he thinks sternly at himself, shutting his eyes. Clothes. Inn. Bed. No wolf-outs. You’ve got this.
By the time he looks back up, stepping out of the pool as he shakes the worst of the water off, Miri is pulling her tunic over her head. The thin garment is nearly see-through to begin with, and he can make out the outline of perked nipples where the dampened fabric clings as she reaches for her discarded armor.
Vilkas swallows hard. Clothes, he thinks, repeating his mantra. Inn. Bed. No wolf-outs.
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FILL: Vilkas/F!DB: "Lovers' Knot" 51/?
Date: 2018-01-30 03:34 am (UTC)She squirms impatiently in his arms- he can smell her arousal, under the sweat and travel grime, but it’s faint yet. Signs of a good night to come. “Vilkas, I—“
“It’s alright,” he says, kisses her again as he shucks his pants off, tugs at hers as he walks them towards the warm pools. “We can wash quickly and get back. We don’t have anywhere to be before daylight.”
With a relaxed sigh, she nods and reluctantly steps apart from him. She’s visibly blushing, but seems confident as she steps out of her own trousers and unders. “Ready?” she asks, and at his quick nod they step into the warm water together.
He’s entranced by her as she washes, undoing her hair and letting coppery strands tumble all around her, submerging herself with a breath and scrubbing her face afterwards. She spells her Restoration magic as she goes, touching up little cuts and bruises from the fight, and watching her bathe in the golden light makes something settle in Vilkas.
When she’s done, she turns to him and smiles shyly. “Do you want-will you let me—“ She waggles her fingers, making little trails of golden light in the darkness.
“I—“ Vilkas hesitates. “I’m not bleeding.”
Miri lets out a tiny laugh. “You don’t have to be bleeding out to use Restoration, Vilkas,” she teases. “It’s okay if you don’t want to; I just thought it might feel nice.”
“Maybe later,” he allows. He still isn’t thrilled about the idea of any magic being used on him, even Miri’s, but he’ll allow that it’s a weakness that he has to get used to, if he intends her to be his. Which he does.
Miri doesn’t push the issue, simply nods and smiles as she steps out of the pool, bending sideways as she squeezes the water out of her hair. The angle is a good one, showing off her curves beautifully, and he bites his tongue to hold back the whine threatening to escape. Alright, Vilkas, he thinks sternly at himself, shutting his eyes. Clothes. Inn. Bed. No wolf-outs. You’ve got this.
By the time he looks back up, stepping out of the pool as he shakes the worst of the water off, Miri is pulling her tunic over her head. The thin garment is nearly see-through to begin with, and he can make out the outline of perked nipples where the dampened fabric clings as she reaches for her discarded armor.
Vilkas swallows hard. Clothes, he thinks, repeating his mantra. Inn. Bed. No wolf-outs.