Barbas scratched his ear with his back paw. "Doggy senses, isn't it? I could smell his lust."
She shivered. Whenever she thought about Farkas, it was usually in a more romantic sense than a quick roll in the hay. But still, she couldn't say she hadn't thought about it. She couldn't deny she had imagined how heavy his muscular frame would feel over her, how the stubble on his jaw would scratch the soft skin of her neck, how amazing it would feel to rub herself against one of his thick thighs...
Barbas let out a lewd chuckle. "And now I can smell yours."
She picked up the hairbrush again and was about to throw it in earnest this time, but a knock at the door saved Barbas' furry head.
Amielle jumped up from her chair, tied a robe around her body and opened the door.
Her stomach lurched when she saw it was Farkas, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.
"Hello." She said hesitantly, drawing the robe around her further, even though she wanted nothing more than for him to just rip it off her.
"Hello." He lingered in the doorway.
She raised her eyebrows. "Did you need something?" 'Please say yes.'
"I just wanted to check you were alright." His gaze flitted from her face, to her hair that was loose for once and then to her body - covered only with a flimsy white nightdress and a light woollen robe. His eyes stopped on the swell of her breasts and she couldn't stop a small smile. She cleared her throat and he looked at her face again, his eyes and cheeks darker.
Relishing the fact that he was the one fumbling for once, she said, "Do you want to come in?"
He nodded and she stepped aside to let him in. She moved over to the table and poured him some wine. He went to take a sip but then stopped and sniffed. Amielle frowned. Then he turned and stared at Barbas who was still led at the foot of her bed.
Amielle huffed, wanting Farkas' attention to be on her rather than the dog. "What's going on?"
Farkas looked a little ashamed when he turned back to face her. "That dog's scent is...distracting."
Not for the first time, Amielle wished to the gods she had never found Barbas on the road. She placed her goblet of wine on the table and made her way over to Barbas. She bent down and stroked him, hoping Farkas wouldn't hear her whisper:
"Get out of here."
"Why?" He said, thankfully whispering back. "You on a promise, Imperial?"
Amielle gritted her teeth. He didn't seem to understand that if he wanted to joke, he picked the wrong person to help him. "Just. Go." She scratched behind his ears. "Please?"
He whined and she could hear Farkas huff behind her. Is he jealous of the dog?
Barbas clambered to four paws. "Fine." He padded to the door and she followed and opened it for him. "Where am I meant to go?"
Amielle rolled her eyes. "I don't know! Just...go and look up Aela's skirt or something."
Barbas made a keen sound. "The redhead?"
"Yes!" She hissed and shut the door in his furry face.
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F!DB/Farkas + Barbas: A Dog's Loyalty 4/?
Date: 2014-06-23 09:16 pm (UTC)She shivered. Whenever she thought about Farkas, it was usually in a more romantic sense than a quick roll in the hay. But still, she couldn't say she hadn't thought about it. She couldn't deny she had imagined how heavy his muscular frame would feel over her, how the stubble on his jaw would scratch the soft skin of her neck, how amazing it would feel to rub herself against one of his thick thighs...
Barbas let out a lewd chuckle. "And now I can smell yours."
She picked up the hairbrush again and was about to throw it in earnest this time, but a knock at the door saved Barbas' furry head.
Amielle jumped up from her chair, tied a robe around her body and opened the door.
Her stomach lurched when she saw it was Farkas, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.
"Hello." She said hesitantly, drawing the robe around her further, even though she wanted nothing more than for him to just rip it off her.
"Hello." He lingered in the doorway.
She raised her eyebrows. "Did you need something?" 'Please say yes.'
"I just wanted to check you were alright." His gaze flitted from her face, to her hair that was loose for once and then to her body - covered only with a flimsy white nightdress and a light woollen robe. His eyes stopped on the swell of her breasts and she couldn't stop a small smile. She cleared her throat and he looked at her face again, his eyes and cheeks darker.
Relishing the fact that he was the one fumbling for once, she said, "Do you want to come in?"
He nodded and she stepped aside to let him in. She moved over to the table and poured him some wine. He went to take a sip but then stopped and sniffed. Amielle frowned. Then he turned and stared at Barbas who was still led at the foot of her bed.
Amielle huffed, wanting Farkas' attention to be on her rather than the dog. "What's going on?"
Farkas looked a little ashamed when he turned back to face her. "That dog's scent is...distracting."
Not for the first time, Amielle wished to the gods she had never found Barbas on the road. She placed her goblet of wine on the table and made her way over to Barbas. She bent down and stroked him, hoping Farkas wouldn't hear her whisper:
"Get out of here."
"Why?" He said, thankfully whispering back. "You on a promise, Imperial?"
Amielle gritted her teeth. He didn't seem to understand that if he wanted to joke, he picked the wrong person to help him. "Just. Go." She scratched behind his ears. "Please?"
He whined and she could hear Farkas huff behind her. Is he jealous of the dog?
Barbas clambered to four paws. "Fine." He padded to the door and she followed and opened it for him. "Where am I meant to go?"
Amielle rolled her eyes. "I don't know! Just...go and look up Aela's skirt or something."
Barbas made a keen sound. "The redhead?"
"Yes!" She hissed and shut the door in his furry face.