Brynjolf groaned, his broad hands cupping her ass. “Presumptuous? You wound me, lass.” He gazed up at the woman riding him, her head thrown back, her hands clutching at him unconsciously. Her body wasn’t unmarked—in their trade it wasn’t uncommon for one to have a variety of scars. One, though, looked newer than most. He traced the line of the scar where it trailed just under her ribs. “What is this one?”
Katrin glanced down, wincing at the memory connected with that particular scar. “Mercer.”
Brynjolf’s eyes hardened at the name of the late Guild Master and he pressed his palm over the scar. “I never knew.” He’d never thought to ask either Karliah or Katrin exactly what had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum, always assuming that they would eventually tell him.
Katrin leaned down, forcing his gaze to lift from her scar to her eyes. “Brynjolf, let it go. He’s gone.” Her lips quirked up as she stroked her fingers down the scar on his cheek. “Our scars help make us who we are. Now,” she rolled her hips, earning a moan from the man beneath her. “I’m done talking about Mercer Frey. I’d rather talk about something else. Do you have any ideas?”
Brynjolf pulled her down, his mouth claiming hers as he rolled them over so he was atop her. “Aye, lass. I think I’d rather discuss what we’ll have for breakfast,” he teased.
Katrin giggled beneath him, her laughter morphing into moans as Brynjolf began to move in earnest within her, building her quickly towards an explosive orgasm. Clutching him to her, her internal muscles massaged and clutched at his length as he drove into her again and again. Over and over again she rocked with him feeling him swelling as she drew nearer and nearer her peak. He was exquisite, she allowing, watching him move above her. Reaching up, she cupped her palm against his cheek, the stubble on his cheek rasping against her skin. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed as his lips captured hers.
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Re: "The Favor" Part 2f F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-02-16 08:00 pm (UTC)Katrin glanced down, wincing at the memory connected with that particular scar. “Mercer.”
Brynjolf’s eyes hardened at the name of the late Guild Master and he pressed his palm over the scar. “I never knew.” He’d never thought to ask either Karliah or Katrin exactly what had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum, always assuming that they would eventually tell him.
Katrin leaned down, forcing his gaze to lift from her scar to her eyes. “Brynjolf, let it go. He’s gone.” Her lips quirked up as she stroked her fingers down the scar on his cheek. “Our scars help make us who we are. Now,” she rolled her hips, earning a moan from the man beneath her. “I’m done talking about Mercer Frey. I’d rather talk about something else. Do you have any ideas?”
Brynjolf pulled her down, his mouth claiming hers as he rolled them over so he was atop her. “Aye, lass. I think I’d rather discuss what we’ll have for breakfast,” he teased.
Katrin giggled beneath him, her laughter morphing into moans as Brynjolf began to move in earnest within her, building her quickly towards an explosive orgasm. Clutching him to her, her internal muscles massaged and clutched at his length as he drove into her again and again. Over and over again she rocked with him feeling him swelling as she drew nearer and nearer her peak. He was exquisite, she allowing, watching him move above her. Reaching up, she cupped her palm against his cheek, the stubble on his cheek rasping against her skin. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed as his lips captured hers.