In the misty light of the next morning, things didn't look quite so easily handled as they had in the moment's heat. Vorstag woke up alone, with a sore back and a suspicious sense of good feeling that was miles ahead of his usual post-dream bliss. Yawning, he moved in his bedroll, thinking it just another one of his well-meaning but misguided dreams - and froze.
He was naked.
That startled him to full wakefulness and he bolted upright, clutching the bearskin to his lap. It was rarely a good idea to be completely naked in the Wilds - so why was he? He looked around. At the other side of the fire was his employer, fully kitted out, her hair neatly plaited and falling over one shoulder. Nothing was amiss, but he was naked? He looked helplessly at her.
Hearing his movements, she looked up at him and caught his gaze, and was suddenly furiously blushing, her cheeks the color of dates against her dark brown skin, and Vorstag knew that it had been no dream. He couldn't help the smile that he felt spread over his face, and he knew that it made him look helplessly fond but it wouldn't be helped.
"So, uh-"
"Did we- uh -"
They both started at the same time, and broke off awkwardly. Since his companion was actually dressed and thus better able to face the day, he let her start and motioned for her to continue.
"Well, um, Vorstag." She started, and he had never heard her hesitate over his name before. "I suppose I owe you an explanation about last night?"
He laughed. It was probably something very serious, he was sure, but it was hard to be somber when this beautiful woman was flushing and trying to seriously explain what had been easily the best night of his life thus far. "Go on."
"Well, do you remember when I told you about the, uh, the Green Pact?" She looked at him and he wondered again how he had ever thought her face unfeeling. He nodded. "I can't tell you too much, but. Well. Every spring we, us Bosmer, I mean, we. Get a little... into the season?"
"So, you were...overcome by the Spring?" he asked, still smiling. He knew, objectively, that his stern archer was lethal and beautiful, but she was blushing down to the tips of her ears. It was hard to take it seriously.
"Well, yes, but - No, I don't mean -" she stopped, and gathered her thoughts. She moved across the fire to sit to his side. "It kind of overwhelmed me. I didn't think it would affect me this far North. Usually it's strongest in my homeland, but. I've heard of this happening in spring regardless of where we are, but only..." She trailed off. "Oh, don't make me say it."
"Say what?" Vorstag grinned, putting an arm around her slightly prickly armor. She didn't shrug it off. "Let me guess, it can happen when you're with a handsome Nord, alone in the wilderness..."
"Ugh," she buried her head in her hands. "Almost? It can happen if there are...strong feelings involved. And that may also...uh..."
"May also....?"
"Bethemarriageceremonyofmypeople," she rushed out in one breath.
Vorstag could feel her blush from where he was sitting. "So, we're...married?" He was surprised, but not unpleasantly. It wasn't the oddest thing to happen in her company, and it probably wouldn't be the last. He kind of liked the idea of adventuring with the woman for the rest of his life.
"Not if you don't want to be!" She hurriedly said. "I don't want to...spring this on you. It can just be a one time thing," she continued, markedly more downcast.
"No, my love. I would love to marry you," he said, feeling himself smiling like an idiot but not caring when she looked up at him fondly. "Although, we may need to get an amulet of Mara, you know. To make things official."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "That sounds like an excellent plan. I hear Riften is beautiful this time of year.”
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The Lusty Bosmer Maid (9/9)
Date: 2014-04-26 12:19 am (UTC)He was naked.
That startled him to full wakefulness and he bolted upright, clutching the bearskin to his lap. It was rarely a good idea to be completely naked in the Wilds - so why was he? He looked around.
At the other side of the fire was his employer, fully kitted out, her hair neatly plaited and falling over one shoulder. Nothing was amiss, but he was naked? He looked helplessly at her.
Hearing his movements, she looked up at him and caught his gaze, and was suddenly furiously blushing, her cheeks the color of dates against her dark brown skin, and Vorstag knew that it had been no dream. He couldn't help the smile that he felt spread over his face, and he knew that it made him look helplessly fond but it wouldn't be helped.
"So, uh-"
"Did we- uh -"
They both started at the same time, and broke off awkwardly. Since his companion was actually dressed and thus better able to face the day, he let her start and motioned for her to continue.
"Well, um, Vorstag." She started, and he had never heard her hesitate over his name before. "I suppose I owe you an explanation about last night?"
He laughed. It was probably something very serious, he was sure, but it was hard to be somber when this beautiful woman was flushing and trying to seriously explain what had been easily the best night of his life thus far. "Go on."
"Well, do you remember when I told you about the, uh, the Green Pact?" She looked at him and he wondered again how he had ever thought her face unfeeling. He nodded. "I can't tell you too much, but. Well. Every spring we, us Bosmer, I mean, we. Get a little... into the season?"
"So, you were...overcome by the Spring?" he asked, still smiling. He knew, objectively, that his stern archer was lethal and beautiful, but she was blushing down to the tips of her ears. It was hard to take it seriously.
"Well, yes, but - No, I don't mean -" she stopped, and gathered her thoughts. She moved across the fire to sit to his side. "It kind of overwhelmed me. I didn't think it would affect me this far North. Usually it's strongest in my homeland, but. I've heard of this happening in spring regardless of where we are, but only..." She trailed off. "Oh, don't make me say it."
"Say what?" Vorstag grinned, putting an arm around her slightly prickly armor. She didn't shrug it off. "Let me guess, it can happen when you're with a handsome Nord, alone in the wilderness..."
"Ugh," she buried her head in her hands. "Almost? It can happen if there are...strong feelings involved. And that may also...uh..."
"May also....?"
"Bethemarriageceremonyofmypeople," she rushed out in one breath.
Vorstag could feel her blush from where he was sitting. "So, we're...married?" He was surprised, but not unpleasantly. It wasn't the oddest thing to happen in her company, and it probably wouldn't be the last. He kind of liked the idea of adventuring with the woman for the rest of his life.
"Not if you don't want to be!" She hurriedly said. "I don't want to...spring this on you. It can just be a one time thing," she continued, markedly more downcast.
"No, my love. I would love to marry you," he said, feeling himself smiling like an idiot but not caring when she looked up at him fondly. "Although, we may need to get an amulet of Mara, you know. To make things official."
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "That sounds like an excellent plan. I hear Riften is beautiful this time of year.”