Brynjolf smirked up at Katrin, one hand resting on her hip as she settled into a rhythm above him. He loved having her astride him, her breasts bouncing within easy reach of his mouth and hands and his vision always one of her very expressive face. It was a sight he could grow old to, he decided with a smile as he stretched his unoccupied hand towards the bedside table. Reaching in to the table’s drawer, he pulled out a silk-wrapped object and pulled it back to himself. “Aye, lass. Now, take a look at your present,” he suggested softly, resting the parcel on his chest.
Katrin’s brow rose in puzzlement as her eyes flickered from the silk-wrapped parcel to Brynjolf’s face. “Bryn? It’s not my birthday,” she murmured, her rhythm faltering. His length was firm and hot within her and her nethers begged her to continue. But the mystery of the parcel had to take precedence, her rational mind argued. The silk was of high quality—meaning he’d likely visited Radiant Raiments for the length. That must have been interesting, she thought with an internal shudder. “What is this?” she asked nervously, her fingers hovering but not quite touching the silk wrap.
Brynjolf blew out an exasperated breath. “Lass, just open it, won’t you?” His hands rested on her thighs as he watched her, kneading the bunching muscles there.
Katrin stared at the package for a moment before she picked it up. The silk cloth fell away easily and an amulet—one she recognized quite well—lay in her hand. You simply did not live in Riften without being cornered at least once by an enthusiastic follower of Mara “Bryn?” she asked in a small voice, holding the amulet of Mara in her palm.
Brynjolf held his breath as Katrin stared between the amulet and himself. She wasn’t running away. He took that as a good sign. Reaching up, he tugged her down so that her head rested over his heart, his hands stroking her back. “It’s an amulet of Mara, lass. Now, I know it’s a tad presumptuous on my part, but I’d like you to wear it for me,” he purred.
Katrin shuddered atop him and sat up, staring down at him. “You want me to wear it for you. You know what this amulet symbolizes, Bryn. What it means.” Her fingers were shaking—by the Divines, her whole body was vibrating, he realized.
Brynjolf sat up, clutching his lover to him as he claimed her lips. “Aye, lass. It means that I’m yours and you’re mine. That I’ll have the honor and privilege of worshipping your body every day and night, of being your partner and friend for the rest of our lives, and of seeing your belly swell with our wee bairns for many years to come and sharing in the joys and heartaches that will be our life together,” he whispered. “It means that I’m asking you to be my wife.” He held his breath as he waited.
Katrin, tears filling her eyes, slowly reached up and fastened the amulet around her neck, careful the catch at the back of her neck didn’t catch in her hair. “With a proposal like that, Bryn, I’d be daft to say no. Yes, Bryn, I’ll be your wife,” she breathed, swiping at the tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks.
Brynjolf let out a whoop of pure joy and took her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. Rolling them over, he stared down at Katrin, his eyes falling to the amulet that nestled between her breasts. “I love you, Kat,” he admitted, meeting her gaze as he began to move within her, speeding them both towards the explosion their bodies were both craving.
Katrin traced her fingers down the scar on his cheek, smiling up at her soon-to-be-husband. “I love you too, Bryn. Now, can we get back to some mutual worshipping?” she asked innocently as her internal muscles to clenched deliciously around his cock.
Brynjolf let out a shuddering moan and nodded. “Absolutely, wife,” he purred.
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Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required: The Proposal" 2/2
Date: 2014-02-07 12:50 pm (UTC)Katrin’s brow rose in puzzlement as her eyes flickered from the silk-wrapped parcel to Brynjolf’s face. “Bryn? It’s not my birthday,” she murmured, her rhythm faltering. His length was firm and hot within her and her nethers begged her to continue. But the mystery of the parcel had to take precedence, her rational mind argued. The silk was of high quality—meaning he’d likely visited Radiant Raiments for the length. That must have been interesting, she thought with an internal shudder. “What is this?” she asked nervously, her fingers hovering but not quite touching the silk wrap.
Brynjolf blew out an exasperated breath. “Lass, just open it, won’t you?” His hands rested on her thighs as he watched her, kneading the bunching muscles there.
Katrin stared at the package for a moment before she picked it up. The silk cloth fell away easily and an amulet—one she recognized quite well—lay in her hand. You simply did not live in Riften without being cornered at least once by an enthusiastic follower of Mara “Bryn?” she asked in a small voice, holding the amulet of Mara in her palm.
Brynjolf held his breath as Katrin stared between the amulet and himself. She wasn’t running away. He took that as a good sign. Reaching up, he tugged her down so that her head rested over his heart, his hands stroking her back. “It’s an amulet of Mara, lass. Now, I know it’s a tad presumptuous on my part, but I’d like you to wear it for me,” he purred.
Katrin shuddered atop him and sat up, staring down at him. “You want me to wear it for you. You know what this amulet symbolizes, Bryn. What it means.” Her fingers were shaking—by the Divines, her whole body was vibrating, he realized.
Brynjolf sat up, clutching his lover to him as he claimed her lips. “Aye, lass. It means that I’m yours and you’re mine. That I’ll have the honor and privilege of worshipping your body every day and night, of being your partner and friend for the rest of our lives, and of seeing your belly swell with our wee bairns for many years to come and sharing in the joys and heartaches that will be our life together,” he whispered. “It means that I’m asking you to be my wife.” He held his breath as he waited.
Katrin, tears filling her eyes, slowly reached up and fastened the amulet around her neck, careful the catch at the back of her neck didn’t catch in her hair. “With a proposal like that, Bryn, I’d be daft to say no. Yes, Bryn, I’ll be your wife,” she breathed, swiping at the tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks.
Brynjolf let out a whoop of pure joy and took her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. Rolling them over, he stared down at Katrin, his eyes falling to the amulet that nestled between her breasts. “I love you, Kat,” he admitted, meeting her gaze as he began to move within her, speeding them both towards the explosion their bodies were both craving.
Katrin traced her fingers down the scar on his cheek, smiling up at her soon-to-be-husband. “I love you too, Bryn. Now, can we get back to some mutual worshipping?” she asked innocently as her internal muscles to clenched deliciously around his cock.
Brynjolf let out a shuddering moan and nodded. “Absolutely, wife,” he purred.