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The Sticks [10/?]

[(Anonymous)]

It seemed funny how her weapon didn’t affect her hands at all as they still were soft like when she was a child, her magic almost protecting them while her Jarl’s were hardened for his. He shifted, pulling her legs so she fit around him and they sat quietly, his fingers absently stroking her back.

She breathed out as he shifted again, her arms tightening around his body and she listened to his heart thump in his chest, his own breathing slowly lessening to barely being heard. Her eyes moved up, looking at him, his green eyes, black hair, strong jaw and she flushed. She dearly wanted to reach up and trace his features, feel his throat, kiss his skin but she knew he wouldn’t respond well to it. His eyes flicked down making her flush even more and they stared at each other.

Her heart began to pound in her chest as he did, a familiar feeling rising in her and she swallowed, breaking their little contest to press herself against him more and for once he didn’t shove her back. “…Siddgeir…”

“What,” he muttered from above, his fingers absently going to tangle in her hair and she closed her eyes, feeling his heart pound a bit faster. She shifted, pressing her chest against his and her cheek met his neck, briefly nuzzling it, quiet. She just wanted to remain with him. “What, Kjersti?”

The more she thought about what she wanted to say the more frightened she got at the repercussions. She swallowed the anxiety filling her, holding him tight as she struggled but she became too scared to say it. She drew circles on his back with her fingers. “Nothing.”

He shifted, exhaling in irritation and she flushed, begging him silently not to let her go so she could have one moment with him. He pushed her off making her sigh, cursing herself and her chin was forced up so he could look at her. His eyes bore down into her and she shivered, her throat becoming dry as he searched her for an answer.

“I’m never going to say that, you know,” he said as if he read her mind and she felt her shoulders fall, her heart sinking but her gaze didn’t waver. “I’m a Jarl. You’re just my damn Thane.”

“I-I know,” she apologized. “I’m sorry, my Jarl, I didn’t mean to put you in such a position.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” he growled and she closed her eyes, silently apologizing more lest he get more irritated. “I’m not stupid. You think I never noticed how you look at me?” He accused and she pulled back, shaking as she tried to move out of his lap but he held her still, trapping her making her flush. “Kjersti!”

“W-Why do you do this then?!” she asked, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Why… do you torment me with… physical contact and pleasure then?” She finally looked at him and he pursed his lips, swallowing after she spoke. She stared at him, her heart beginning to pound. “Siddgeir?”

He said nothing still and she found herself flushing. “My Jarl?! Why?!”

He looked away, his jaw tight and his ears a bit red making her fidget, now searching him for an answer. She touched his forearms, leaned towards him and she could feel his pulse. She frowned, looking down at his wrist and she grabbed it making him flush. His heart was pounding and she stared at him, swallowing. “…Y-You like me.”

“Oh, shut up!” he snapped, grabbing her hips and she yelped as he shoved her back down, quickly readying himself before plunging into her again making her cry out. Her shock morphed swiftly into utter submission and she grabbed at his hands as he dominated her, her fingers trying to grip his. He didn’t relent, biting her neck and she gave up, falling back to let him do as he pleased, her hips rolling with his.

He pulled her hair at the nape of her neck, his teeth snapping at her own pulse and she panted, wrapping her legs around him, her cheeks flushed as she twisted below. “M-My Jarl!”

“Same my goddamn name, elf!” he spat in her ear and she bit her lip, her heart pounding as her head became light.

“Siddgeir!”

He angled, hitting her in a way that made her howl, her voice echoing in the grotto and she dragged her nails down his back, begging for him as she did. He responded by biting her earlobe, sending her entire body shaking and she desperately clung to him. “S-Siddgeir! Ah! Not there! Please! Siddgeir!”