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F!DB/Teldryn Sero "Fooled Around" 2b/???

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“Stand like you are,” Teldryn deadpanned, walking up to the young Nord so he could reach out helping her adjust the position she was holding her sword in and raised his head to see her staring at him with wide eyes. Was it really that easy? Moving his free hand to her hip, he shifted her a bit and watched as her face got scarlet. Yes. It was really that easy. He wondered how red she’d get if they’d ever had skin-to-skin contact… If they could feel each other through their armor. Fuck it had been a long time since he’d actually touched anyone. But the sad state of his intimate life wasn’t something Teldryn was really willing to dwell on at the moment. He’d much rather watch Alvy bite down on her full bottom lip, and stare at him like a surprised little deer. “Got it?”

“Huh– Oh! Right. Standing.”

She looked embarrassed and he couldn’t help but wonder what she’d been thinking about to look like that. He loved a girl with a dirty mind, after all. Teldryn pulled away, and took out his elven sword, “take a few swings at me.”

“I don’t want to accidently hurt you.”

He laughed in a way that made Alvy glare at him, “focus on not hurting yourself first, sera.” She gave him a fierce look before attacking, Teldryn knew that look. You traveled with a Nord for long enough you’d become very acquainted with that look, but at least on her it was pleasant to be on the receiving end of.

The two of them sparred for a long while up on the deck of the Northern Maiden. Deflecting, and blocking Alvy’s blows was easy– but he could tell she was really exerting herself. And by the time the crew told them it’d start to get a little too cold out for anyone to stay up there, her face was flushed, and sweat made the hair stick to the back of her neck. Azura guide him…

“I think I did pretty good!”

“I just can’t believe you went so long in Skyrim without learning how to use a sword at all.”

“My parents were soldiers in the Great War,” Alvy explained slowly, grabbing a rag from her rucksack, and wiping her face off. “High ranking ones too, as I’ve been told, but they both said they had enough of fighting and war. So they settled down and bought a farm. I could take out the stray bandit with a bow whenever they got close enough, so there wasn’t much reason for me to learn anything else. I think they wanted me to live a peaceful life.” She sighed and slumped down, “look how that turned out.”

“Not even Nords prepare for their child to be the Dragonborn, I guess.” Teldryn said, pulling off his helmet, and watching as the blonde rubbed her shoulder, and tried to hide the cringe on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He gave her a disbelieving look, and Alvy pouted. “I hurt my shoulder.”

“I told you to be careful not to hurt yourself.”

“Shut up.”

Teldryn took his gauntlets off and motioned for the Nord to take a seat next to him, “take your armor off.” He tried not to smirk at the surprised look on her face, and shook his head, “I’ll give you a massage.” Alvy continued to stand there looking hesitant. The pitch of his voice lowered teasingly, “I’m very good.”

“Stop.”

“I’m serious. You are my patron and I can’t have you running around with sore shoulders. I’d rather not be the only one capable of fighting when we get to Skyrim.” The young woman pouted for a bit, and looked as if she was considering the offer. Then eventually she started pulling her Sthalrim armor off leaving her in a loose soft white tunic, and trousers. “Take a seat with your back to me.”