He lowered the goblet from his lips and she found herself covering her mouth, internally spitting curses at herself. She tried to recover. "I-I mean, it’s flattering to know you enjoy my company but-”
“Oh shut up,” he said in a quiet voice and she did as he commanded; he took another drink. She stared at the back of his head, at his pale skin and toned physique and she gingerly touched him again, her fingertips ghosting over his back and he reached behind and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, feeling her heart start beating within her chest and she watched as he turned himself, his emerald eyes locking on her as he finished off last of the water in his cup. He leaned down, placing the goblet on the floor but he did not let go of her.
She found herself pressing her lips together, unsure of his motives. He gave her a once over, his eyes moving up and down her and she had to look away uncomfortably. She suddenly became aware of all her flaws and her free hand moved to try and cover her stomach, shifting between it and her chest. He dug his nails into her wrist and she stopped fidgeting, wincing instead.
“M-My Jarl…”
“I told you to shut up,” he snapped and she once again closed her mouth, her cheeks becoming hot. He began pulling her making her break from her kneeling position to stumble forward awkwardly on the bed and he grabbed her other wrist, hauling her against him making her become like a stone statue, her heart pounding in her throat. She could feel him against her, her robes as thin as his own and she began frantically looking about the room trying not to think about it. He grabbed her cheek, twisting her so she was forced to look at him and she felt herself shrink under his gaze.
His eyes were dark and the shadows in the room didn’t help make it better. She couldn’t read his face or what his intentions were and she found herself being pushed off the bed to a kneeling position before him, her heart still hammering in her throat. His fingers moved over her cheek, digging into her jaw and she winced, her breath tightening.
“You really piss me off,” he commented and she bit her lip. “You damn elf…”
She said nothing but her hands fidgeted against her lap. His thumb moved over her lips, pressing hard against them and she found herself opening her mouth letting it slip in. He pulled, revealing her teeth, moving up to press against her gums and she whimpered before it withdrew. He stroked her lips and she found herself confused. She was either going to get slapped and lectured or worse; she could never gauge with him as his emotion seemed to vary with his mood.
Right now she was sure he was angry as he said but the way he was holding her made her heart race and her mind fuzzy. She had to ask. “My Jarl… S-Siddgeir,” she breathed out as his other hand came to cup her right cheek, holding her head steady. “S-Siddgeir-!”
He leaned down, his lips almost against hers and she could feel his breath against her. Honey and hops filled her head and she closed her eyes, the taste of black-briar mead being recalled in her mind. He merely uttered a sentence against her. “Shut up.”
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timeasmymeasure
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [5/?]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:14 pm (UTC)“Oh shut up,” he said in a quiet voice and she did as he commanded; he took another drink. She stared at the back of his head, at his pale skin and toned physique and she gingerly touched him again, her fingertips ghosting over his back and he reached behind and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, feeling her heart start beating within her chest and she watched as he turned himself, his emerald eyes locking on her as he finished off last of the water in his cup. He leaned down, placing the goblet on the floor but he did not let go of her.
She found herself pressing her lips together, unsure of his motives. He gave her a once over, his eyes moving up and down her and she had to look away uncomfortably. She suddenly became aware of all her flaws and her free hand moved to try and cover her stomach, shifting between it and her chest. He dug his nails into her wrist and she stopped fidgeting, wincing instead.
“M-My Jarl…”
“I told you to shut up,” he snapped and she once again closed her mouth, her cheeks becoming hot. He began pulling her making her break from her kneeling position to stumble forward awkwardly on the bed and he grabbed her other wrist, hauling her against him making her become like a stone statue, her heart pounding in her throat. She could feel him against her, her robes as thin as his own and she began frantically looking about the room trying not to think about it. He grabbed her cheek, twisting her so she was forced to look at him and she felt herself shrink under his gaze.
His eyes were dark and the shadows in the room didn’t help make it better. She couldn’t read his face or what his intentions were and she found herself being pushed off the bed to a kneeling position before him, her heart still hammering in her throat. His fingers moved over her cheek, digging into her jaw and she winced, her breath tightening.
“You really piss me off,” he commented and she bit her lip. “You damn elf…”
She said nothing but her hands fidgeted against her lap. His thumb moved over her lips, pressing hard against them and she found herself opening her mouth letting it slip in. He pulled, revealing her teeth, moving up to press against her gums and she whimpered before it withdrew. He stroked her lips and she found herself confused. She was either going to get slapped and lectured or worse; she could never gauge with him as his emotion seemed to vary with his mood.
Right now she was sure he was angry as he said but the way he was holding her made her heart race and her mind fuzzy. She had to ask. “My Jarl… S-Siddgeir,” she breathed out as his other hand came to cup her right cheek, holding her head steady. “S-Siddgeir-!”
He leaned down, his lips almost against hers and she could feel his breath against her. Honey and hops filled her head and she closed her eyes, the taste of black-briar mead being recalled in her mind. He merely uttered a sentence against her. “Shut up.”