Katrin wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep but it felt an age. Stretching deliciously, she blinked herself slowly awake and sat up. Sniffing, she made a face as she caught a whiff of her own scent—too long without a bath, she decided with a grimace, climbing from the bed and moving to her wardrobe.
“Ah, you’re awake,” murmured Brynjolf, appearing in the doorway of her bedchamber and earning a small squeak of surprise from his Guild Master. He chuckled but continued to dry his hands on the cloth that he then slung over his shoulder.
“Bryn! I thought you must have left,” she whispered, spinning to face him and holding the dressing gown she’d pulled from the wardrobe in front of her scantily clad form. “What are you doing here still?”
Brynjolf arched a brow at her modesty, allowing a small smile. “Do you not recall asking me to stay?” He stepped further into the room, waving at her dressing gown. “You’ve been asleep a day, Kat. I thought getting some food into your belly and your body into a bath might make you feel better,” he grinned.
Katrin blushed. “That does sound lovely,” she admitted as her stomach chose that very moment to voice its displeasure at being ignored. “I am famished. But I’m afraid that a bath must come first. I’m a bit…ripe.”
Brynjolf chuckled, stepping closer to her. Standing in front of her, he plucked the dressing gown from her hands. “Then bath it is. And since I don’t want you to faint dead away from hunger, I’ll feed you while you bathe,” he suggested, guiding her down into the lower level of her house towards the bathing room.
“Made yourself at home then, have you?” she teased gently as they neared the bathing chamber. She could already smell the bath water—he’d clearly used some of the lavender bath oil that she kept for just that purpose.
Brynjolf smiled down at the petite Breton as they stepped into the bathing chamber, his hands moving to the hem of her negligee. “Just learning the lay of the land, as it were,” he admitted with a purr as he slowly lifted the nightshift over her head, leaving her smooth porcelain skin fully exposed to his gaze for the first time. Swallowing, he let his hand move to the small of her back, tracing gentle circles on the bunching muscles just above her the swell of her buttocks. “Now, lass,” he whispered, his voice roughening slightly with desire, “let’s get you into that bath, shall we?”
Katrin nodded, slowly lowering herself into the sunken tub with a hiss, more and more of her curvy frame disappearing beneath the surface of scented bubbles. Finally submerged to her shoulders, she lifted her blue eyes to meet Brynjolf’s hungry gaze. “It feels…incredible,” she murmured with a lazy smile, her eyes already drifting to half-mast as she leaned against the side of the tub. Lifting her hand from the water, she beckoned at Brynjolf. “Come on, Bryn. Would be a shame not to share,” she purred.
Brynjolf grinned, fingers moving to the buckles and fastenings of his armor. “Aye, lass.” Stripped bare, he slowly lowered himself into the tub. Settling on the natural shelf formed just below the lip of the tub beside Katrin, he allowed the heat of the bath to seep into his muscles. “You’re right, it does feel incredible,” he admitted, allowing his gaze to travel over her fair shoulders and up her slender neck.
Re: "The Favor" Part 2a F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
“Ah, you’re awake,” murmured Brynjolf, appearing in the doorway of her bedchamber and earning a small squeak of surprise from his Guild Master. He chuckled but continued to dry his hands on the cloth that he then slung over his shoulder.
“Bryn! I thought you must have left,” she whispered, spinning to face him and holding the dressing gown she’d pulled from the wardrobe in front of her scantily clad form. “What are you doing here still?”
Brynjolf arched a brow at her modesty, allowing a small smile. “Do you not recall asking me to stay?” He stepped further into the room, waving at her dressing gown. “You’ve been asleep a day, Kat. I thought getting some food into your belly and your body into a bath might make you feel better,” he grinned.
Katrin blushed. “That does sound lovely,” she admitted as her stomach chose that very moment to voice its displeasure at being ignored. “I am famished. But I’m afraid that a bath must come first. I’m a bit…ripe.”
Brynjolf chuckled, stepping closer to her. Standing in front of her, he plucked the dressing gown from her hands. “Then bath it is. And since I don’t want you to faint dead away from hunger, I’ll feed you while you bathe,” he suggested, guiding her down into the lower level of her house towards the bathing room.
“Made yourself at home then, have you?” she teased gently as they neared the bathing chamber. She could already smell the bath water—he’d clearly used some of the lavender bath oil that she kept for just that purpose.
Brynjolf smiled down at the petite Breton as they stepped into the bathing chamber, his hands moving to the hem of her negligee. “Just learning the lay of the land, as it were,” he admitted with a purr as he slowly lifted the nightshift over her head, leaving her smooth porcelain skin fully exposed to his gaze for the first time. Swallowing, he let his hand move to the small of her back, tracing gentle circles on the bunching muscles just above her the swell of her buttocks. “Now, lass,” he whispered, his voice roughening slightly with desire, “let’s get you into that bath, shall we?”
Katrin nodded, slowly lowering herself into the sunken tub with a hiss, more and more of her curvy frame disappearing beneath the surface of scented bubbles. Finally submerged to her shoulders, she lifted her blue eyes to meet Brynjolf’s hungry gaze. “It feels…incredible,” she murmured with a lazy smile, her eyes already drifting to half-mast as she leaned against the side of the tub. Lifting her hand from the water, she beckoned at Brynjolf. “Come on, Bryn. Would be a shame not to share,” she purred.
Brynjolf grinned, fingers moving to the buckles and fastenings of his armor. “Aye, lass.” Stripped bare, he slowly lowered himself into the tub. Settling on the natural shelf formed just below the lip of the tub beside Katrin, he allowed the heat of the bath to seep into his muscles. “You’re right, it does feel incredible,” he admitted, allowing his gaze to travel over her fair shoulders and up her slender neck.