Brynjolf’s nose wrinkled slightly as an unfamiliar smell greeted him. Bacon. Eggs. Sweetrolls. Slowly he cracked open his eyes, gazing sleepily around the bedroom he’d laid claim to for the past few days. The sheets lay rumpled on Katrin’s side, the warmth under his palm telling him she’d risen within the past few minutes. But she wasn’t there now, and Brynjolf quietly dragged himself from the comfort of her straw-stuffed mattress to hunt for her.
Wrapping the top sheet around his waist, he padded barefoot towards the kitchen area. His steps were light and he was careful to avoid the few squeaky boards that littered the wooden floor. Leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, he took in the vision before him. Clad only in his tunic was Katrin, her attention focused on the food currently cooking over the hearth. Bacon sizzled in a pan while sweetrolls warmed on the stones of the hearth. On the table lay a bowl of golden yellow eggs and his stomach rumbled, giving away his position.
Katrin glanced up from the food cooking, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the fire before her. “You’re awake,” she grinned, slowly straightening as she took in the chiseled Nord standing naked save for her sheets held loosely at his hips. “I hope you don’t mind—after our conversation last night, I thought a proper breakfast might be a nice treat.”
Brynjolf grinned, pushing off from the doorframe to pad towards Katrin. “Aye, lass. A treat it surely is.” Leaning down he caught her lips, his mouth hungry against her as he pulled her against him. “And the food is a nice touch as well.”
Katrin chuckled as she found herself with an armful of amorous Nord. “I’m glad you approve.”
Brynjolf nodded, lips trailing down her throat. “Aye, lass. Now, can the breakfast wait for a few minutes? I can think of a few appetites that need satisfying before our bellies.” Leaning back, he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his emerald gaze. “If you’re amenable?”
The sweetrolls soon found themselves on a plate, the pan with the bacon taken away from the flame, and a plate set over the bowl of eggs to keep the heat in. All done with salvaging their breakfast, Katrin turned her attention back to the flame-haired man. “Aye, Bryn. I can think of little you could offer that I wouldn’t be amenable to,” she admitted with a shy smile as she stepped back into his arms.
“Careful, lass. A man might take advantage of that quite easily,” warned the thief, guiding Katrin back to the bedroom and the bed they had shared. Settled back on the mattress together, Brynjolf held Katrin against him. “Luckily for you, I would never take advantage of you. Now, you on the other hand,” he trailed off with a chuckle.
Katrin chuffed indignantly, a smile tugging at her lips. “Are you saying that I would take advantage of you, Master Brynjolf?” She tried to glare at Brynjolf but failed as a giggle escaped her lips. “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid.” She paused, her expression sobering as she trailed her fingers over his chest, the dusting of red chest hair silky beneath her fingertips. “I don’t regret this, though,” she admitted quietly.
Re: "The Favor" Part 3a F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Wrapping the top sheet around his waist, he padded barefoot towards the kitchen area. His steps were light and he was careful to avoid the few squeaky boards that littered the wooden floor. Leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, he took in the vision before him. Clad only in his tunic was Katrin, her attention focused on the food currently cooking over the hearth. Bacon sizzled in a pan while sweetrolls warmed on the stones of the hearth. On the table lay a bowl of golden yellow eggs and his stomach rumbled, giving away his position.
Katrin glanced up from the food cooking, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the fire before her. “You’re awake,” she grinned, slowly straightening as she took in the chiseled Nord standing naked save for her sheets held loosely at his hips. “I hope you don’t mind—after our conversation last night, I thought a proper breakfast might be a nice treat.”
Brynjolf grinned, pushing off from the doorframe to pad towards Katrin. “Aye, lass. A treat it surely is.” Leaning down he caught her lips, his mouth hungry against her as he pulled her against him. “And the food is a nice touch as well.”
Katrin chuckled as she found herself with an armful of amorous Nord. “I’m glad you approve.”
Brynjolf nodded, lips trailing down her throat. “Aye, lass. Now, can the breakfast wait for a few minutes? I can think of a few appetites that need satisfying before our bellies.” Leaning back, he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his emerald gaze. “If you’re amenable?”
The sweetrolls soon found themselves on a plate, the pan with the bacon taken away from the flame, and a plate set over the bowl of eggs to keep the heat in. All done with salvaging their breakfast, Katrin turned her attention back to the flame-haired man. “Aye, Bryn. I can think of little you could offer that I wouldn’t be amenable to,” she admitted with a shy smile as she stepped back into his arms.
“Careful, lass. A man might take advantage of that quite easily,” warned the thief, guiding Katrin back to the bedroom and the bed they had shared. Settled back on the mattress together, Brynjolf held Katrin against him. “Luckily for you, I would never take advantage of you. Now, you on the other hand,” he trailed off with a chuckle.
Katrin chuffed indignantly, a smile tugging at her lips. “Are you saying that I would take advantage of you, Master Brynjolf?” She tried to glare at Brynjolf but failed as a giggle escaped her lips. “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid.” She paused, her expression sobering as she trailed her fingers over his chest, the dusting of red chest hair silky beneath her fingertips. “I don’t regret this, though,” she admitted quietly.