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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 5a
(Anonymous) 2014-05-09 05:03 am (UTC)(link)At the first sign of daylight, Ulfric stirred and got up from bed. Jaenna protested the absence of his arms around her waist, of his legs tangled with hers. She tucked the blankets around her chin and watched from hooded eyes as he dressed. He used the belt from last night to secure a pair of clean trousers. His armour followed next.
Once he was clothed, the man shuffled through the contents of his wardrobe. He withdrew a long cotton tunic and tossed it her way.
Jaenna sat up and caught the fabric before it could flutter to the floor. “I suppose this means you don’t care if the guards see me walk out of here?” she asked.
Ulfric’s lips twitched. “I was just being polite.” He buckled a borrowed sword to his belt with a sigh at its plainness. “Do you not have a fearsome reputation to uphold?”
“Hmph.” Jaenna narrowed her eyes. He was so confident that she would keep this secret. Would it be a bad idea if she barged out of the room and ran downstairs, yelling at the top of the lungs she’d bedded the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion?
Yes. Yes it would.
Hilarious, but probably bad.
Maybe. Maybe not?
She really shouldn’t. Most certainly shouldn’t…
But he was just so smug. Well, they’d see who was smug by the end of the day.
“I will see you downstairs for breakfast?” Ulfric asked, his eyebrows lifting innocently. He shot her a mischievous smile and left his room.
Jaenna really did like a man who played games.
She also liked to win.
“I don’t know what you thought last night was, Ulfric,” Jaenna said to herself, jumping out of bed. “But it has little to do with affection. I like to think of it as… opportunity.”
She grabbed one of his pillows and shoved her hand inside the pillowcase. After a bit of fumbling, she let out a crow of triumph and withdrew the key for Ulfric’s chest. She’d tugged it off his neck last night and hid it while he was lost in a moment of passion.
Tossing aside the pillow, Jaenna dashed to the chest at the end of Ulfric’s bed and twisted the key inside the lock. The chest sprung open. Letters, documents, jewels, and a sword greeted her avaricious eyes. She plucked out a gold ring and slid it on her finger. Pouting that it was too large, she tossed it back inside.
She eventually found a nice amulet to wear. It hung above her breasts, the gold chilly on her bare skin. Next, she took out her sword. “Ah, what a pleasure it is to have you back,” she purred.
Jaenna stood and grabbed the shirt the Jarl had left out for her, tugging it over her head. She found a belt to cinch it at the waist to make an impromptu dress, but it proved too long and with not enough holes. She spent the next half hour using her sword to saw off the extra leather and then to carefully gouge an extra hole. It didn’t have to be anything fancy. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long.
Poor Jarl. Robbed and expensive belt ruined. How sad for him.
She managed to cinch the long white shirt with the altered belt comfortably around her waist. Her hope for a dress was now somewhat satisfied. In one of the breast pockets, she put the Jarl’s key - after she’d re-locked the chest, of course.
She found her hairpins, discarded on the floor. Sitting on the Jarl’s bed, she hummed to herself and put up her hair, using the barrettes properly for the first time.
Ulfric didn’t think she could keep their secret. However, the dragonborn had decided to prove him wrong - no one would see her walking around the palace in her compromised state. She knew just the way to avoid that happening. All Jaenna had to do now was wait.
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