Brynjolf allowed a strained chuckle as he felt Katrin snuggle closer to him, parts of his anatomy reacting to her body pressed so intimately to his as well as her obvious pleasure at her meal. “Haven’t been called a saint in an age, lass. Now, are you ready to get out of the bath?”
Katrin glanced up lazily. “Why, Bryn? It’ll be hours before the water gets cold—trust me, I know. And I doubt I’ll have you like this any time soon…have to make the most of this opportunity,” she purred, nibbling on the soft skin just below his ear.
Brynjolf groaned, his hands sliding from the small of her back down to cup her ass under the water and pull her more snugly against himself. “Careful what you ask for, Kat. I could very easily be convinced to make this a regular occurrence.” His voice and accent thickened with desire as he met her gaze.
Katrin arched a brow, a grin tugging at her lips. “The bath or…” she trailed off, leaning down and nibbling on his throat, the strong column of his neck shuddering under her careful onslaught.
Brynjolf growled, one of his hands moving to her head, fingers spearing through her hair and dragging her mouth to his. “By the Eight,” he murmured, capturing her lips with his own. He could taste the lingering flavors of the Jazbay grapes and Black-Briar mead on her tongue as they tangled, sharing breath as he learned her with sweeping strokes. “Is this what you want?” he asked, trying to control his breathing. “Is it me you want or just a fuck?” He was deliberately crass, watching her for her tells.
Katrin’s expression sobered, just as he expected, though a trace of humor still lingered in her blue eyes. “If I just wanted a fuck, Bryn, I wouldn’t be here. Well, I might be here but I’d be planning on kicking you out as soon as we were done. Which I’m not, by the by.” Tangling her fingers in the damp hairs at the back of his neck, she smiled. “I’ve wanted you ever since I first walked into the Ragged Flagon, Bryn,” she admitted quietly. “Just figured that I didn’t stand a chance—there are far more beautiful women in Riften and our guild than me.”
Brynjolf groaned incredulously. Had he really been that blind when it came to his protégé? “Are you telling me that I could have been bedding you from the moment that you joined the guild?” The image of taking her against the wall in the Ratways rose unbidden in his mind and he shook his head at the distracting mental image of Katrin, head thrown back, ankles locked around the small of his back as he drove into her again and again against the damp stones. Though, now that he thought about it, he might try to convince her to try it.
Katrin shrugged, her expression suddenly shy. “Believe me, I got enough teasing from Sapphire and Delvin about my mooning after you. Vex just told me I was an idiot and sent me on more jobs.”
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Re: "The Favor" Part 2c F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-01-30 02:53 pm (UTC)Katrin glanced up lazily. “Why, Bryn? It’ll be hours before the water gets cold—trust me, I know. And I doubt I’ll have you like this any time soon…have to make the most of this opportunity,” she purred, nibbling on the soft skin just below his ear.
Brynjolf groaned, his hands sliding from the small of her back down to cup her ass under the water and pull her more snugly against himself. “Careful what you ask for, Kat. I could very easily be convinced to make this a regular occurrence.” His voice and accent thickened with desire as he met her gaze.
Katrin arched a brow, a grin tugging at her lips. “The bath or…” she trailed off, leaning down and nibbling on his throat, the strong column of his neck shuddering under her careful onslaught.
Brynjolf growled, one of his hands moving to her head, fingers spearing through her hair and dragging her mouth to his. “By the Eight,” he murmured, capturing her lips with his own. He could taste the lingering flavors of the Jazbay grapes and Black-Briar mead on her tongue as they tangled, sharing breath as he learned her with sweeping strokes. “Is this what you want?” he asked, trying to control his breathing. “Is it me you want or just a fuck?” He was deliberately crass, watching her for her tells.
Katrin’s expression sobered, just as he expected, though a trace of humor still lingered in her blue eyes. “If I just wanted a fuck, Bryn, I wouldn’t be here. Well, I might be here but I’d be planning on kicking you out as soon as we were done. Which I’m not, by the by.” Tangling her fingers in the damp hairs at the back of his neck, she smiled. “I’ve wanted you ever since I first walked into the Ragged Flagon, Bryn,” she admitted quietly. “Just figured that I didn’t stand a chance—there are far more beautiful women in Riften and our guild than me.”
Brynjolf groaned incredulously. Had he really been that blind when it came to his protégé? “Are you telling me that I could have been bedding you from the moment that you joined the guild?” The image of taking her against the wall in the Ratways rose unbidden in his mind and he shook his head at the distracting mental image of Katrin, head thrown back, ankles locked around the small of his back as he drove into her again and again against the damp stones. Though, now that he thought about it, he might try to convince her to try it.
Katrin shrugged, her expression suddenly shy. “Believe me, I got enough teasing from Sapphire and Delvin about my mooning after you. Vex just told me I was an idiot and sent me on more jobs.”