Brynjolf sucked in a breath as she raised her eyes to meet his. “Neither do I, lass.” He swallowed, searching Katrin's gaze. He only saw trust and love in her eyes and the promise of a home he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for until now. “Mind making this a permanent arrangement, lass?” he purred against his lips, his arousal pressing against her hip through the sheet still wrapped around him. “I don’t fancy the idea of sharing you with any other.”

Katrin gasped, surprise and pleasure blooming in equal parts in her eyes. “Are you serious, Bryn? I never thought—“she trailed off. He did, after all, have a reputation. A well-earned one, if the ladies of Riften were to be believed. Then again, she could hardly cast stones what with her trail of past lovers. And the look in his eyes told her that he was serious. “Yes, Bryn. I’d love to make this a permanent arrangement,” she answered quietly, her lips catching his.

“Then a wee favor, lass,” grinned Brynjolf, tugging the sheet from between them as he pressed Katrin back into the mattress, settling back within the cradle of her thighs with a sigh.

Katrin offered a lazy smile as she hooked her ankles behind him. “Anything, Bryn,” she whispered as he sank into her, her head pressing back into the pillows as she arched beneath him.

“I want a damned door.”

~FIN~