He lost the fight between their mouths though and she finally was allowed to show her affection for him, moaning low as she tasted the inside of his mouth. She sucked the bottom of his lip, pulling with her teeth before releasing to soothe it and his hands moved down, gripping her hips making her breathe against him.
“Siddgeir,” she said his name against him, his fingers tangling into his black hair, scratching and lightly tugging the strands which made him hiss. “Please…”
“What,” he practically spat out, her mouth covering his not allowing him to speak for a second. “You stupid elf.”
She kissed him again and again, feeling the sweat on his neck, his skin flushed and as hot as hers and his fingertips massaging where they held her hips. She prayed to the eight divines to not let this end, her senses and mind only on him. “Siddgeir, please…”
He moved to kiss her but he seemed too distracted to do so, his mouth only lingering over hers for a second before he pulled away. She tried pulling him back, panting, her body yearning to him and he hit her temple making her let go with a whine. He grabbed her, pulling her off the bed and for a moment she was in his arms, feeling his heart beating, his breath against her ear and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do, the prospect making her throb between her legs, her chest rise and fall rapidly and her sweat seem to bead on every surface of her skin.
…And he dropped her on the floor. She let out a high cry as he did, grabbing her back as pain shot through it and he stood above her, running a hand through his hair.
“We’re done here,” he said in a harsh voice. “Go home.”
She stared. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, wait, what did I-?”
He glared at her making her become quiet. “I’m not sharing my bed with you. And I’m tired. So go home,” he waved at her making her gape at him. “You’ve done your job for today. I expect you back here tomorrow.”
“You,” her voice shook with frustrated desire. “You can’t be serious.”
“Pick up that goblet,” he said as he grabbed his blankets, pulling them so he could get under them. “And douse the candles as you leave.”
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Get out, Kjersti.”
She couldn’t believe it. She stared at him, her body shaking, her body throbbing and she felt something well up inside her. She stood on shaky legs, stumbling to the side of his bed and she almost mounted him, wanting to sit on his chest and beg but he seemed to sense it despite his eyes closed.
“Touch me and I’ll have your neck broken.”
She let out a loud, angry noise of frustration and she grabbed the goblet off the floor, slamming it on the table as she moved to douse the candles. Her hands shook as she did and before she shut out the last one she glared at her Jarl, his body barely visible from under his covers.
“Siddgeir… You…”
“If I have to tell you to shut up again, Thane,” his voice came from the dark. “Then I will have you locked in the barracks and beaten until your flesh is on the floor.” She shook but closed her mouth, her anger concentrated on him but she directed it to the candle, snuffing it out before going to the door.
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [8/?]
“Siddgeir,” she said his name against him, his fingers tangling into his black hair, scratching and lightly tugging the strands which made him hiss. “Please…”
“What,” he practically spat out, her mouth covering his not allowing him to speak for a second. “You stupid elf.”
She kissed him again and again, feeling the sweat on his neck, his skin flushed and as hot as hers and his fingertips massaging where they held her hips. She prayed to the eight divines to not let this end, her senses and mind only on him. “Siddgeir, please…”
He moved to kiss her but he seemed too distracted to do so, his mouth only lingering over hers for a second before he pulled away. She tried pulling him back, panting, her body yearning to him and he hit her temple making her let go with a whine. He grabbed her, pulling her off the bed and for a moment she was in his arms, feeling his heart beating, his breath against her ear and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do, the prospect making her throb between her legs, her chest rise and fall rapidly and her sweat seem to bead on every surface of her skin.
…And he dropped her on the floor. She let out a high cry as he did, grabbing her back as pain shot through it and he stood above her, running a hand through his hair.
“We’re done here,” he said in a harsh voice. “Go home.”
She stared. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, wait, what did I-?”
He glared at her making her become quiet. “I’m not sharing my bed with you. And I’m tired. So go home,” he waved at her making her gape at him. “You’ve done your job for today. I expect you back here tomorrow.”
“You,” her voice shook with frustrated desire. “You can’t be serious.”
“Pick up that goblet,” he said as he grabbed his blankets, pulling them so he could get under them. “And douse the candles as you leave.”
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Get out, Kjersti.”
She couldn’t believe it. She stared at him, her body shaking, her body throbbing and she felt something well up inside her. She stood on shaky legs, stumbling to the side of his bed and she almost mounted him, wanting to sit on his chest and beg but he seemed to sense it despite his eyes closed.
“Touch me and I’ll have your neck broken.”
She let out a loud, angry noise of frustration and she grabbed the goblet off the floor, slamming it on the table as she moved to douse the candles. Her hands shook as she did and before she shut out the last one she glared at her Jarl, his body barely visible from under his covers.
“Siddgeir… You…”
“If I have to tell you to shut up again, Thane,” his voice came from the dark. “Then I will have you locked in the barracks and beaten until your flesh is on the floor.” She shook but closed her mouth, her anger concentrated on him but she directed it to the candle, snuffing it out before going to the door.
“Kjersti.”
She stopped.