Brynjolf shook his head. “Clearly I’m daft, lass. Still want me even though I missed all your tells?” he asked, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing her fingertips to his warm lips.
A sigh escaped her as she shifted closer, a small smile curling her lips. “I’d be daft if I didn’t, Bryn. But are you sure you want me? I don’t want to mess about with the Guild—they’re just beginning to get their legs beneath them.” Her expression became pensive as she trailed off and, not for the first time, Brynjolf spotted her tendency to mother the Guild. It was one of the things that he loved about her.
“Lass, the Guild has never been in better hands or had better leadership,” he soothed. “And I want you more than I should,” he whispered, pulling her hand to rest over his heart, his expression serious. “Now, if you’re amenable, I’m going to carry you to your bed and ravish you,” he warned teasingly.
Katrin giggled. “Wouldn’t you rather ravish me here in the tub?” She splashed her palm on the surface of the water for emphasis.
Brynjolf stood, water sluicing off his body as he slowly levered himself out of the tub. Drying off with a bathsheet, he dropped it into a bin and turned to Katrin. “Because, lass, I’d rather not have to worry about drowning when I bury my head between your thighs.” Reaching down, he tugged a startled Katrin from the tub and wrapped a bathsheet around her form before lifting her into his arms. “Now, lass, to bed with us.”
Katrin let her head rest against his chest as he carried her up the stairs from the lower level of the house and into the large bedchamber at the front of the house. “This feels nice, Bryn.”
Brynjolf set Katrin on her feet and whipped off the bathsheet, tossing it out of the way. Standing before her, he caught his forefinger beneath her chin and met her gaze. “By the time we’re done, lass, this will feel very, very nice,” he whispered before he claimed her lips again.
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Re: "The Favor" Part 2d F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-01-30 08:56 pm (UTC)A sigh escaped her as she shifted closer, a small smile curling her lips. “I’d be daft if I didn’t, Bryn. But are you sure you want me? I don’t want to mess about with the Guild—they’re just beginning to get their legs beneath them.” Her expression became pensive as she trailed off and, not for the first time, Brynjolf spotted her tendency to mother the Guild. It was one of the things that he loved about her.
“Lass, the Guild has never been in better hands or had better leadership,” he soothed. “And I want you more than I should,” he whispered, pulling her hand to rest over his heart, his expression serious. “Now, if you’re amenable, I’m going to carry you to your bed and ravish you,” he warned teasingly.
Katrin giggled. “Wouldn’t you rather ravish me here in the tub?” She splashed her palm on the surface of the water for emphasis.
Brynjolf stood, water sluicing off his body as he slowly levered himself out of the tub. Drying off with a bathsheet, he dropped it into a bin and turned to Katrin. “Because, lass, I’d rather not have to worry about drowning when I bury my head between your thighs.” Reaching down, he tugged a startled Katrin from the tub and wrapped a bathsheet around her form before lifting her into his arms. “Now, lass, to bed with us.”
Katrin let her head rest against his chest as he carried her up the stairs from the lower level of the house and into the large bedchamber at the front of the house. “This feels nice, Bryn.”
Brynjolf set Katrin on her feet and whipped off the bathsheet, tossing it out of the way. Standing before her, he caught his forefinger beneath her chin and met her gaze. “By the time we’re done, lass, this will feel very, very nice,” he whispered before he claimed her lips again.