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Katrin wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep but it felt an age. Stretching deliciously, she blinked herself slowly awake and sat up. Sniffing, she made a face as she caught a whiff of her own scent—too long without a bath, she decided with a grimace, climbing from the bed and moving to her wardrobe.

“Ah, you’re awake,” murmured Brynjolf, appearing in the doorway of her bedchamber and earning a small squeak of surprise from his Guild Master. He chuckled but continued to dry his hands on the cloth that he then slung over his shoulder.

“Bryn! I thought you must have left,” she whispered, spinning to face him and holding the dressing gown she’d pulled from the wardrobe in front of her scantily clad form. “What are you doing here still?”

Brynjolf arched a brow at her modesty, allowing a small smile. “Do you not recall asking me to stay?” He stepped further into the room, waving at her dressing gown. “You’ve been asleep a day, Kat. I thought getting some food into your belly and your body into a bath might make you feel better,” he grinned.

Katrin blushed. “That does sound lovely,” she admitted as her stomach chose that very moment to voice its displeasure at being ignored. “I am famished. But I’m afraid that a bath must come first. I’m a bit…ripe.”

Brynjolf chuckled, stepping closer to her. Standing in front of her, he plucked the dressing gown from her hands. “Then bath it is. And since I don’t want you to faint dead away from hunger, I’ll feed you while you bathe,” he suggested, guiding her down into the lower level of her house towards the bathing room.

“Made yourself at home then, have you?” she teased gently as they neared the bathing chamber. She could already smell the bath water—he’d clearly used some of the lavender bath oil that she kept for just that purpose.

Brynjolf smiled down at the petite Breton as they stepped into the bathing chamber, his hands moving to the hem of her negligee. “Just learning the lay of the land, as it were,” he admitted with a purr as he slowly lifted the nightshift over her head, leaving her smooth porcelain skin fully exposed to his gaze for the first time. Swallowing, he let his hand move to the small of her back, tracing gentle circles on the bunching muscles just above her the swell of her buttocks. “Now, lass,” he whispered, his voice roughening slightly with desire, “let’s get you into that bath, shall we?”

Katrin nodded, slowly lowering herself into the sunken tub with a hiss, more and more of her curvy frame disappearing beneath the surface of scented bubbles. Finally submerged to her shoulders, she lifted her blue eyes to meet Brynjolf’s hungry gaze. “It feels…incredible,” she murmured with a lazy smile, her eyes already drifting to half-mast as she leaned against the side of the tub. Lifting her hand from the water, she beckoned at Brynjolf. “Come on, Bryn. Would be a shame not to share,” she purred.

Brynjolf grinned, fingers moving to the buckles and fastenings of his armor. “Aye, lass.” Stripped bare, he slowly lowered himself into the tub. Settling on the natural shelf formed just below the lip of the tub beside Katrin, he allowed the heat of the bath to seep into his muscles. “You’re right, it does feel incredible,” he admitted, allowing his gaze to travel over her fair shoulders and up her slender neck.

Katrin smirked. “Told you,” she murmured sleepily, resting her head on his shoulder. Beneath the water, her fingers sought out and found his hand, twining her fingers with his own. “Thank you for taking care of me, Bryn.”

Brynjolf smiled, brushing a gentle kiss against the top of her head. “Aye, lass. It was my pleasure.” Glancing to the side of the tub, he spotted the tray of meats, cheeses, and breads he’d brought down earlier in preparation of her bath. “Now, feel up to a bite?”

Katrin looked up, a teasing smile curling her lips. “Now, Bryn, what type of bite are we talking about? Because,” she shifted closer, her free hand brushing against his cock beneath the water, “I could be up for a few different ones with you.”

Brynjolf swallowed, seeing the desire in her eyes and knowing that it was answered in his own. “Such as this?” he asked, leaning down and nibbling gently on her throat. Her moan and the way she moved closer to him, the water lapping against the sides of the tub as her body shifted beneath the water telltale signs.

Katrin let out a breathy moan, her hands sliding up into his rich red mane and combing through it. “That could be one of them, perhaps. I guess you’ll just have to investigate further.” Her lips moved to his throat, pressing soft kisses down the line of his throat to his adam’s apple. “It’s important to take your time, listen to the tumblers and not force the lock, right?” she purred.

Brynjolf growled, his hands moving to her waist and lifting her onto his lap. His mouth returned to her throat, laving the flesh that he had nibbled on with soft, open kisses. Slowly his lips climbed to her ear, his teeth gently catching the fleshy lobe of her ear. The way her breath caught and how she moved closer to him, her breasts pressing against his lightly furred chest, told him that she liked it. “Now, now, Kat, you know better than to try to distract me. I need to feed you,” he reminded her huskily. At this rate, he thought desperately, he was going to take her in this tub and food be damned.

Katrin glanced down at the water’s surface, her fingers still brushing over his thickening length. “I’m sure that I could get sustenance somewhere,” she purred teasingly.

Brynjolf, eyes shut, blindly pulled the platter of food closer to the tub. “Eat, wench,” he ordered with a pained groan. “Else I’ll hold you to your teasing,” he warned.

Katrin chuckled, then caught a whiff of the food. Her laughter turned to a moan as she reached out, catching up a cluster of Jazbay grapes. “Food,” she groaned. Soon she had devoured most of the food and leaned against Bryn, warm contentment at her belly being so full spreading through her body. “You are a saint, Bryn,” she purred, enjoying the way his hands moved over her back, kneading her muscles beneath the water. "Did you know that?"

melts ... like snow in the sun!

amazingly hot

We want the cake! Your story is incredibly hot and well written!

Brynjolf allowed a strained chuckle as he felt Katrin snuggle closer to him, parts of his anatomy reacting to her body pressed so intimately to his as well as her obvious pleasure at her meal. “Haven’t been called a saint in an age, lass. Now, are you ready to get out of the bath?”

Katrin glanced up lazily. “Why, Bryn? It’ll be hours before the water gets cold—trust me, I know. And I doubt I’ll have you like this any time soon…have to make the most of this opportunity,” she purred, nibbling on the soft skin just below his ear.

Brynjolf groaned, his hands sliding from the small of her back down to cup her ass under the water and pull her more snugly against himself. “Careful what you ask for, Kat. I could very easily be convinced to make this a regular occurrence.” His voice and accent thickened with desire as he met her gaze.

Katrin arched a brow, a grin tugging at her lips. “The bath or…” she trailed off, leaning down and nibbling on his throat, the strong column of his neck shuddering under her careful onslaught.

Brynjolf growled, one of his hands moving to her head, fingers spearing through her hair and dragging her mouth to his. “By the Eight,” he murmured, capturing her lips with his own. He could taste the lingering flavors of the Jazbay grapes and Black-Briar mead on her tongue as they tangled, sharing breath as he learned her with sweeping strokes. “Is this what you want?” he asked, trying to control his breathing. “Is it me you want or just a fuck?” He was deliberately crass, watching her for her tells.

Katrin’s expression sobered, just as he expected, though a trace of humor still lingered in her blue eyes. “If I just wanted a fuck, Bryn, I wouldn’t be here. Well, I might be here but I’d be planning on kicking you out as soon as we were done. Which I’m not, by the by.” Tangling her fingers in the damp hairs at the back of his neck, she smiled. “I’ve wanted you ever since I first walked into the Ragged Flagon, Bryn,” she admitted quietly. “Just figured that I didn’t stand a chance—there are far more beautiful women in Riften and our guild than me.”

Brynjolf groaned incredulously. Had he really been that blind when it came to his protégé? “Are you telling me that I could have been bedding you from the moment that you joined the guild?” The image of taking her against the wall in the Ratways rose unbidden in his mind and he shook his head at the distracting mental image of Katrin, head thrown back, ankles locked around the small of his back as he drove into her again and again against the damp stones. Though, now that he thought about it, he might try to convince her to try it.

Katrin shrugged, her expression suddenly shy. “Believe me, I got enough teasing from Sapphire and Delvin about my mooning after you. Vex just told me I was an idiot and sent me on more jobs.”

Oh holy Mara and Dibella! Give us more!

Brynjolf shook his head. “Clearly I’m daft, lass. Still want me even though I missed all your tells?” he asked, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing her fingertips to his warm lips.

A sigh escaped her as she shifted closer, a small smile curling her lips. “I’d be daft if I didn’t, Bryn. But are you sure you want me? I don’t want to mess about with the Guild—they’re just beginning to get their legs beneath them.” Her expression became pensive as she trailed off and, not for the first time, Brynjolf spotted her tendency to mother the Guild. It was one of the things that he loved about her.

“Lass, the Guild has never been in better hands or had better leadership,” he soothed. “And I want you more than I should,” he whispered, pulling her hand to rest over his heart, his expression serious. “Now, if you’re amenable, I’m going to carry you to your bed and ravish you,” he warned teasingly.

Katrin giggled. “Wouldn’t you rather ravish me here in the tub?” She splashed her palm on the surface of the water for emphasis.

Brynjolf stood, water sluicing off his body as he slowly levered himself out of the tub. Drying off with a bathsheet, he dropped it into a bin and turned to Katrin. “Because, lass, I’d rather not have to worry about drowning when I bury my head between your thighs.” Reaching down, he tugged a startled Katrin from the tub and wrapped a bathsheet around her form before lifting her into his arms. “Now, lass, to bed with us.”

Katrin let her head rest against his chest as he carried her up the stairs from the lower level of the house and into the large bedchamber at the front of the house. “This feels nice, Bryn.”

Brynjolf set Katrin on her feet and whipped off the bathsheet, tossing it out of the way. Standing before her, he caught his forefinger beneath her chin and met her gaze. “By the time we’re done, lass, this will feel very, very nice,” he whispered before he claimed her lips again.

I faint ... hugging pillow ... You're describing a perfect Brynjolf ! These two are discovering each other .. so sensual and definitely romantic! well done!

bed! Bed! We look forward to the fireworks!

is very hot... but really very well written and romantic at the bottom!

I need the rest!!!

(A!A here...sorry for the delay...RL broke in and had its wicked way with me. But here's the next installment. :)

Katrin sighed as they broke the kiss, her hands resting on his chest and her eyes still shut as she savored the lingering taste of Brynjolf on her lips. Cracking open one eye, she offered a tiny smile. “For some reason I have a voice sounding very much like my mother telling me to send a thank you note to Ancano for all of this.”

Brynjolf frowned, puzzlement in his expression. “Ancano—wait, the mark from the College?” He shook his head, guiding Katrin backwards until her knees collided with the bed and then lowering her backwards onto the bedspread. Crouching beside her, he surveyed his prize. “Why would you want to thank him?” he asked, dipping down to nuzzle her throat below her ear.

Katrin let out a slow sigh as his mouth played with her throat. “Because, Bryn, if I hadn’t pinched the Thalmor’s cup and gotten his very interesting form of payback, I wouldn’t be here with you,” she explained, pushing him back so that he lay slightly propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed. Slinging her leg over him, she settled astride him, the head of his cock brushing deliciously against her. “Hence, the thank you note,” she explained, leaning down to capture his lips.

Brynjolf shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Lass, sometimes I worry for your sanity,” he admitted. His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto his cock. “And, to be fair, this,” he motioned between himself and Katrin as he finally was fully sheathed within her, “was going to happen regardless.”

Katrin arched a brow, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling the wonderful fullness of Brynjolf’s thick cock in her channel and the way he rubbed all those wonderful spots inside her with his length. “Really? Regardless?” she breathed, leaning forward and dropping a kiss on his chin.

Brynjolf’s hands cupped her ass, massaging the flesh as he started to guide her atop him in a pleasurable rhythm. “Aye. Ever since you left with Mercer for the Snow Veil Sanctum,” he admitted, leaning up to capture one of her pink-tipped nipples in his lips. “Knew that it was just a matter of time before you were mine.”

Katrin shuddered as Brynjolf sped his thrusts up inside her, letting her head fall back in surrender. “Yours? Tad presumptuous there, aren’t you, Bryn?” she teased. Not that he was wrong—she really hadn’t even noticed any other man since meeting Brynjolf. Damnably inconvenient, if she were going to be honest, since there were no shortage of handsome men in Skyrim. She shifted atop him, pulling him deeper as her inner muscles clenched around him.

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oh you can not believe it .. but it is more and more hot .. and .. oh my Gods Brynjolf is super sexy!

Your Brynjolf is absolutely ... Brynjolf! "His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto His cock." And, to be fair, this, "he motioned between Himself and Katrin as he was finally fully sheathed Within her," was going to happen regardless. "... I look .......... the rest .... I look every day for you! ^^

I'm going to roll! I need the rest! Fantastic!

aahahh Ancano? He was the mark? Look for more cookies!

I couldn't resist--Ancano just seemed the sort who might have just the devious, twisted sense of humor to pull something like this off. Glad you approve. And thank you for the cookies. More is coming. :)

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Brynjolf groaned, his broad hands cupping her ass. “Presumptuous? You wound me, lass.” He gazed up at the woman riding him, her head thrown back, her hands clutching at him unconsciously. Her body wasn’t unmarked—in their trade it wasn’t uncommon for one to have a variety of scars. One, though, looked newer than most. He traced the line of the scar where it trailed just under her ribs. “What is this one?”

Katrin glanced down, wincing at the memory connected with that particular scar. “Mercer.”

Brynjolf’s eyes hardened at the name of the late Guild Master and he pressed his palm over the scar. “I never knew.” He’d never thought to ask either Karliah or Katrin exactly what had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum, always assuming that they would eventually tell him.

Katrin leaned down, forcing his gaze to lift from her scar to her eyes. “Brynjolf, let it go. He’s gone.” Her lips quirked up as she stroked her fingers down the scar on his cheek. “Our scars help make us who we are. Now,” she rolled her hips, earning a moan from the man beneath her. “I’m done talking about Mercer Frey. I’d rather talk about something else. Do you have any ideas?”

Brynjolf pulled her down, his mouth claiming hers as he rolled them over so he was atop her. “Aye, lass. I think I’d rather discuss what we’ll have for breakfast,” he teased.

Katrin giggled beneath him, her laughter morphing into moans as Brynjolf began to move in earnest within her, building her quickly towards an explosive orgasm. Clutching him to her, her internal muscles massaged and clutched at his length as he drove into her again and again. Over and over again she rocked with him feeling him swelling as she drew nearer and nearer her peak. He was exquisite, she allowing, watching him move above her. Reaching up, she cupped her palm against his cheek, the stubble on his cheek rasping against her skin. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed as his lips captured hers.

is not enough ice in the house! It melts!

This couple is very hot, it is certainly very interesting the way in which a embarrassing episode, the two are finished to know the feelings mutual! Brynjolf is hot!

cookies and hot chocolate! There's more?

there is the possibility that there is more? I'm loving this!there's something like ... the next morning, or deal with the feeling?

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.

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