Because all work and no play probably gives Ingun Black-Briar stiff shoulders :p
When Ari woke, there was still candlelight, though it flickered violently. She blinked, yawning, her eyes watering. Wiping away the damp and the sleep, she sat up and was finally able to make out a silhouette at the desk. Peering out the window, she saw that it was dark; Riften’s cobbled streets were deserted but for a few guards lurking under lampposts.
Arousal buzzed in her belly the way it usually did upon waking, and she stood, stretching, keenly aware of the way the silk of her slip felt on her skin. Lightly, she stepped over to Ingun, who must have heard her because she did not jump when Ari put her arms around her. She stilled when she pressed her dry lips to her neck, however.
“Have you been working all this time?” Ari asked, sleep making her voice a sultry lilt. She kissed Ingun’s neck again, pulling back her dark hair and nosing along her hairline. “Haven’t you taken even a little break?”
“Ari…”
“What?”
“I need to finish this now, while the work is still fresh in my mind!”
Ari found the hem of Ingun’s shirt and slipped her hands under it; Ingun wore modest colors and simply tailored clothes, but the make was still fine. It was a soft shirt, and the stitching was impeccably even. Ari was more interested in the softness of Ingun’s skin. She caressed her belly, tracing shapes at random onto her skin, her hands climbing higher until her knuckles brushed beneath Ingun’s breasts, making her gasp.
“Fresh?” Ari teased. “You performed those experiments this morning. You took notes.”
“Well…” She was relenting.
Ari began to massage her breasts and kissed her neck, pausing to nibble lightly on Ingun’s ear the way she liked. Gently, she rolled Ingun’s nipples between her fingers, delighting in the nosie this elicited. She laved Ingun’s neck with her tongue, continuing to fondle her breasts.
“Ari!”
“Come on, just come to bed. You need to sleep.” She continued to tease Ingun, running her fingertips around her nipples in circles, enjoying they way they stiffened under her touch.
“And how much sleep will we get?” she asked skeptically.
“Plenty, if you’re willing to sleep in tomorrow.”
Ingun huffed, but made Ari get out of the way so she could push out her chair. Ari slid out of her satin night clothes and got back into bed; she practically sank into the small mountain of down-filled pillows. She touched her body, gentle and teasing, while she watched Ingun step out of her clothes, prudent and practical. She bit her lip anyway though, watching her come to the bed. Her eyes followed the gentle sway of Ingun’s round hips, the jiggle of her thighs.
Ingun was a reserved person in almost all things, but her kisses were passionate. She sighed into Ari’s mouth, sucking on her lip, their tongues sliding together. Ari wrapped her arms around her, holding her as close as she could, but it wasn’t enough. Ingun had a slighter frame than Ari, but they were both soft. Ari’s hands moved aimlessly, unable to choose a destination. She moved her lips against Ingun’s — soft, well-cared for — and caressed her thigh, her hip, moving to play with her breasts.
Ingun squirmed against Ari, her own hands squeezing Ari’s ass, massaging, pulling her cheeks apart. She moved a hand to her hair and pulled when Ari put her mouth to a nipple, kissing and sucking. She tasted clean, like a sweet, floral soap, but she still had the smell of work lingering on her — sweat at her neck, ink around her hands. Cradling the back of Ingun’s head with her hand, she guided their lips back together, slipping her tongue into Ingun’s mouth, moaning for her. If not for the ache between her legs, she thought she could have kissed Ingun forever. “Get on top of me,” she murmured.
"All Work and No Play" f!db/Ingun Black-Briar 1/?
When Ari woke, there was still candlelight, though it flickered violently. She blinked, yawning, her eyes watering. Wiping away the damp and the sleep, she sat up and was finally able to make out a silhouette at the desk. Peering out the window, she saw that it was dark; Riften’s cobbled streets were deserted but for a few guards lurking under lampposts.
Arousal buzzed in her belly the way it usually did upon waking, and she stood, stretching, keenly aware of the way the silk of her slip felt on her skin. Lightly, she stepped over to Ingun, who must have heard her because she did not jump when Ari put her arms around her. She stilled when she pressed her dry lips to her neck, however.
“Have you been working all this time?” Ari asked, sleep making her voice a sultry lilt. She kissed Ingun’s neck again, pulling back her dark hair and nosing along her hairline. “Haven’t you taken even a little break?”
“Ari…”
“What?”
“I need to finish this now, while the work is still fresh in my mind!”
Ari found the hem of Ingun’s shirt and slipped her hands under it; Ingun wore modest colors and simply tailored clothes, but the make was still fine. It was a soft shirt, and the stitching was impeccably even. Ari was more interested in the softness of Ingun’s skin. She caressed her belly, tracing shapes at random onto her skin, her hands climbing higher until her knuckles brushed beneath Ingun’s breasts, making her gasp.
“Fresh?” Ari teased. “You performed those experiments this morning. You took notes.”
“Well…” She was relenting.
Ari began to massage her breasts and kissed her neck, pausing to nibble lightly on Ingun’s ear the way she liked. Gently, she rolled Ingun’s nipples between her fingers, delighting in the nosie this elicited. She laved Ingun’s neck with her tongue, continuing to fondle her breasts.
“Ari!”
“Come on, just come to bed. You need to sleep.” She continued to tease Ingun, running her fingertips around her nipples in circles, enjoying they way they stiffened under her touch.
“And how much sleep will we get?” she asked skeptically.
“Plenty, if you’re willing to sleep in tomorrow.”
Ingun huffed, but made Ari get out of the way so she could push out her chair. Ari slid out of her satin night clothes and got back into bed; she practically sank into the small mountain of down-filled pillows. She touched her body, gentle and teasing, while she watched Ingun step out of her clothes, prudent and practical. She bit her lip anyway though, watching her come to the bed. Her eyes followed the gentle sway of Ingun’s round hips, the jiggle of her thighs.
Ingun was a reserved person in almost all things, but her kisses were passionate. She sighed into Ari’s mouth, sucking on her lip, their tongues sliding together. Ari wrapped her arms around her, holding her as close as she could, but it wasn’t enough. Ingun had a slighter frame than Ari, but they were both soft. Ari’s hands moved aimlessly, unable to choose a destination. She moved her lips against Ingun’s — soft, well-cared for — and caressed her thigh, her hip, moving to play with her breasts.
Ingun squirmed against Ari, her own hands squeezing Ari’s ass, massaging, pulling her cheeks apart. She moved a hand to her hair and pulled when Ari put her mouth to a nipple, kissing and sucking. She tasted clean, like a sweet, floral soap, but she still had the smell of work lingering on her — sweat at her neck, ink around her hands. Cradling the back of Ingun’s head with her hand, she guided their lips back together, slipping her tongue into Ingun’s mouth, moaning for her. If not for the ache between her legs, she thought she could have kissed Ingun forever. “Get on top of me,” she murmured.