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(A/N: This a!a couldn't resist this glorious prompt...especially since I have a new DB that I absolutely adore and she and Farkas are heaven for me to write!)

tags: char:barbas, char:farkas, char:f!pc, relationship:het, kink:fluff, kink:jealously, race:nord, race:imperial

summary: Amielle finds herself lumbered with Barbas. She makes an ill-advised decision to take him to Jorrvaskr but is amused to see the effect his presence has on Farkas. Second in a (possible) Farkas/Amielle series.

A Dog's Loyalty

Amielle wasn't in the mood for games.

However, Barbas was and he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Come on! I could just wander into the house, pick up a few things and run! You get money and I get back to my master quicker."

"I said no." She ground her teeth together and glared down at Barbas' furry head as he trotted along beside her.

She tried not to let herself soften, but it was hard being in a mood with such a cute dog. So she ended up reaching down and scratching behind his ears. Barbas let out a whine. She smirked and stopped, carrying on with her powerful stride towards Whiterun which was looming through the mist.

"I hate that I love that." Barbas grumbled. "It's so degrading but so - " She leaned down and did it again. He whined louder. She sniggered.

They reached the gates in silence, Amielle's mind too concerned with thoughts of other things. Well, not things: people. And not really people in the plural; just Farkas really. Her stomach churned with nerves and excitement at the prospect of seeing him in mere moments. It was ludicrous, she kept telling herself. She was acting as though she was one of those silly girls dressed in frills that she had seen so often in the Cyrodiil palaces.

And that wasn't her at all. No. Not one jot. Amielle knew she had a reputation for being aloof - perhaps even cold to some - and that suited her just fine. It meant people respected her and usually left her alone. But now she was alone, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to be.

Barbas started humming, reminding her that she was most definitely not alone right now. Curse that dog and his daedric master.

"Remember what I said." She reminded him as they approached the gates. "Do not speak to anyone. It'll be easier if you seem like a normal dog. Then we can get out of there quicker and back to your master."

"Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up, Imperial. I'm fast becoming bored and the sight of your peachy ass in that leather ain't quite so stirring after the fourth hour of looking at it."

Amielle growled and raised her hand, ready to slap him but stopped abruptly. She looked down at his wide eyes, his furry muzzle and his wagging tail. She let her hand drop.

As irritating as Barbas was, she couldn't hit a dog.

Instead, she huffed and nodded at the guards as the passed through the gates. She muttered under breath, "Just behave." She couldn't imagine dropping in at Jorrvaskr would take too long. Just long enough to collect her payment for killing a bandit leader then have a night's sleep in her comfortable bed where she could dream about Farkas and get incredibly annoyed that he was only in the next room. Then head back out with Barbas in the morning and hopefully ditch him for good.

Yes. Nothing would go wrong. There was no reason there would be any trouble so long as Barbas kept his furry mouth shut. The Companions were used to canines, so she didn't predict much fuss.

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*

"Oh, you're so cute. Yes you are! Yes you are!"

"Such a handsome boy!"

"Here! Give him some meat."

Amielle watched, baffled, as Aela, Ria and Vilkas crowded around Barbas, petting him and dropping scraps of their dinner on the floor for him.

In all her days, she had never seen such a commotion as the one that erupted when she stepped into Jorrvaskr with Barbas in tow. They'd all stood up and crowded around him immediately, giving him strokes and food. Amielle just edged around them, bemused, and took a seat at one of the long tables. Then she noticed Farkas wasn't there and her heart sank. She tapped her fingers on the table idly and stared at the food before her. Then her eyes raked over the crowd again. Still nothing.

She sighed and poured herself a goblet of wine. She drank deeply as the others fussed around Barbas still, laughing and chatting. She envied them sometimes. They were all so...normal. Her upbringing had left her bereft of the ability to simply sit and chat with others. Instead, she had learned how to laugh at things she didn't find funny, make polite conversation with strangers and make friends with people she hated. She didn't really know how to deal with people she actually liked.

Then the door swung open and Farkas wandered in, Torvar following behind, nursing a cut on his left forearm. Amielle felt her breath catch in her throat when Farkas spotted her, smiled and made his way to her. She sat up a little straighter, her Imperial ladies training kicking in. She remembered the words of her etiquette teacher; a prim, wiry haired woman with thin lips.

'If you find yourself catching the attention of a man and wish to keep it, remain cool and calm. Be polite and ladylike. Take an interest in his opinions and only offer yours if he asks.'

Amielle smiled to herself as Farkas sat on the seat to her left, his huge shoulder brushing against hers. 'I shouldn't think asking him to take his shirt off qualifies as polite. Shame.'

"That a dog?"

His question broke her out of her lusty daze.

"Yes."

"Oh." He took a drink of ale. "Why's it here?"

"I'm just...taking him home." Amielle winced at her poor answer. "I'll be leaving in the morning."

"Right."

She eyed him for his response. Did she detect a slight slump in his shoulders when she said she was leaving so soon? Or was it just blind hope?

She tore her eyes away from him and glanced back over to Barbas. She saw him rolling around on the floor having his belly scratched by Ria. Vilkas was chuckling and still feeding the dog ham, while Aela stood, smiling; Barbas stretched out over her feet. Amielle was about to leave them to it when she realised that Barbas' head was tilted at an odd angle. In fact, now she looked closely, she realised that he must have a view...up the skirt of Aela's armour.

She whistled loudly and shrilly, catching the attention of everyone in the hall. There was a moment where everyone looked at Barbas and expected him to obey his mistress' call. After a slight pause, he rolled onto his four paws and slunk over to her, his eyes giving her a peculiar dog version of a glare. She glared back and he came to a stop next to her, leaning against the empty chair to her right.

The others all settled after that, sitting around the long tables and continuing their usual evening routine of food, drink and stories of adventures past.

I laughed, and I hope you continue!

(I'm back at last! The Amielle/Farkas bug has bitten me again and I'm finishing this fill and going straight into another one. Exciting!)

Amielle was on her second goblet of wine and was engrossed in Aela's story about a job she and Skjor had done long ago when she felt a sudden warmth against her back. At first, she thought it might be Barbas up to no good but he was stretched out at her feet, dozing. Then she sneaked a glance to her left where Farkas sat, smiling at the tale. His arm was draped across the back of her chair.

She flushed and cursed inwardly. She wanted to press her back against his arm, to share in the natural warmth of his body but she didn't have the guts. Instead, she sat ramrod straight in her chair, too scared to move a finger in case he saw her and wondered what she was doing.

He laughed suddenly and she saw he and Athis were sharing a joke, something that had completely gone over her head. So she just smiled to make it seem as though she had been paying attention and went back to wondering what she was going to do about this and - more importantly - what she wanted to do about it.

Then she felt something wet touch her fingers. She jumped and her back shoved Farkas' arm off her chair.

Barbas was sat next to her, licking her fingers with an innocent look in his eyes. She scratched under his chin distractedly, forgetting that his innocence was all for show.

Farkas' arm didn't return to the back of her chair and Amielle felt herself getting a little dizzy on too much wine and not enough food. So she excused herself early, standing with a blush when she felt Farkas' eyes on her.

"You're going?" He asked, his expression difficult to read.

"Yes. I've been travelling most of the day. I need some sleep, I think."

He nodded slowly and his eyes trailed down to where Barbas now stood. Amielle thought she saw Farkas' nose twitch when he looked at the dog. She stared between them, trying to work out what was going on. Barbas suddenly let out a growl, his muzzle twitching and his teeth bared.

She whistled and Barbas stopped immediately, heeling. She gave Farkas one final look before setting off down the stairs to her room, Barbas padding along behind her.

Her thoughts remained muddled as she changed into her nightgown and brushed out her long hair. Farkas' behaviour had been odd to say the least. It was almost like...well, like he was like a dog protecting its territory. She frowned and placed the brush on her dresser, tugging idly at the ends of her hair.

"I think he likes you."

She started and turned around to stare at Barbas. She had forgotten he wasn't a normal dog.

"You could have reminded me you were here when I was getting changed!" She hissed, resisting the temptation to thrown her hairbrush at him.

"Why?" He drawled, lying down at the foot of her bed. "Wouldn't miss that. You've got a fine ass."

She actually picked up the hairbrush this time but once again, she caught sight of those innocent eyes and placed it back down. She stared at herself in the mirror. "And you're wrong. I don't think he does like me."

"Oh, yes he does, Imperial. I could smell it on him."

She wheeled around. "What do you mean?"

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.

Finally they were alone.

It was exciting and a little terrifying.

Amielle grabbed hold of her wine and sat at the table. Farkas followed suit and sat in the chair opposite - only he dragged it around so they were sat next to each other, their arms touching on the table. Amielle felt her whole body tense, even nerve on fire, waiting for a brush of his skin.

He took a deep drink and then spoke at last. "Have you ever been in love?"

She nearly spat her drink all over the table. Gods, she wasn't prepared for this sort of conversation. And to what end was he asking? Was this some sort of confession? She dared to hope. Or had he come to her for advice about wooing another woman? Now she definitely would never be prepared for that.

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "Just curious. I've never been. I think Vilkas was once but he never worked it out."

"Oh." She thought about herself at eighteen, flushed with excitement at a first love she thought would last forever. "Yes, I suppose so." He was looking at her for more details. She never talked about it to anyone, not even her sister, but she found herself starting the story nonetheless.

"When I was eighteen, I fell in the love with the Captain of the Guard's son, Amasius. We'd played a lot as children but he had been away for years in the Imperial City training with the royal guard. When he came home, we started spending time together again. He told me he found me fascinating - that he thought I was different from the other women he had met in the Imperial City. And I believed him." She took another glug of wine. The memory stung the back of her eyes.

"Then what happened?"

"We were together for nearly a year. We were...close. Closer than we should have been. My parents always made it clear that they expected my sister and I to be 'pure' for our future husbands. But of course, like a fool I believed I would marry Amasius and that we would rule Cheydinhal together. And then my father found out. Not that we'd been sleeping together thankfully, just that we were very much intending to marry."

Farkas was leaning into her. She could feel his warmth against her left arm. It took all she had not to wind her fingers through his. "What did he do?

She took a deep breath. This part shamed her. This part stuck with her more than the year she had with Amasius. Those memories had long scabbed over and flaked off, leaving only a small raw spot behind.

"My father told me that I had a choice. He would allow me to marry Amasius but I would have to forsake my claim to Cheydinhal. He would see that I had a townhouse in the City and I was to live out my days there with a new family and occasional visits from my old one. Or..." She hesitated, afraid Farkas would think less of her. "Or I could leave Amasius and become the Countess of Cheydinhal."

"You chose to leave him?" Farkas guessed.

"Yes." Amielle was far from proud to admit it but she didn't regret the decision. "When I told Amasius...he shouted at me and called me selfish. Then he said that he never loved me anyway and that it was all part of a plan he had so he could rule Cheydinhal." She sighed and, to her surprise, felt unburdened and distant from the whole thing. "He left after that - went to the City and never came back. I heard the next year he had married one of the Emperor's cousins." She let out a small laugh and realised that there was no pain. "So I suppose everything worked out for the best. He was cruel and sly."

"Or maybe he did love you." Farkas said thoughtfully. "And he just said those things because he was angry and hurt."

Amielle blinked. Seven years had passed since that argument and not once had that theory crossed her mind.

She stared at Farkas and he just shrugged, taking another glug of his wine. 'How wonderful,' she thought suddenly. 'How wonderful to think the best in people - to see the world through beautiful eyes.'

She wanted to tell him that her memories of the Captain's son were fuzzy at best, that she appreciated that he was the one that was here for her now, that he made her happy even when she didn't want to be. But she didn't know what words to use and how to bend them to her will.

So she just leaned across and kissed him.

He responded straight away, one hand winding into her loose hair and holding her against his lips. She let out a soft moan and he licked her lips. She opened her mouth and their kiss deepened, her body singing with relief but her mind still surprised and wary. She pulled away only a hair's breadth away from his lips.

"Is this good idea?"

"Yes."

And without another word, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again. She straddled his legs with her own and pressed her body flush against his. She felt his fingers fumble near her ankle and then his hand slid up her calf, over her knee and up her thigh. She moaned and scratched his scalp when he squeezed her thigh, his hands rough and calloused.

A bravery came over her and she nibbled his bottom lip. Her hips ground against his, jolting when she felt the bulge in his breeches growing harder. His sudden growl send a wave of lust through her and she said, "Bed. Now."

He scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the bed and threw her onto it. She knew she must look quite the sight: her hair mussed, her lips red and swollen and in nothing but her white nightdress and a skewed robe that were both rucked up to her thighs. Farkas apparently enjoyed her messy appearance as he stood over her for a little while, his eyes trailing down from her hair, to her lips, to her heaving breasts and then down to her legs.

She suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Her body was very different to a Nord woman. She didn't have their typical hourglass figure, their long legs or their perfect, ample breasts. Instead, she had shorter legs with muscled thighs and a backside that always stuck out, round and noticeable in whatever she wore. And she knew that she could barely make a handful of her breasts, her top half smaller than her bottom half.

Would he be disappointed? Would he miss the ample swell of cleavage; the perfect curve from breast to hip?

But then Farkas peeled off his shirt and Amielle was sure her mouth gaped.

'Thank you, Mara...Dibella...Sanguine.'

She had never seen a body like it. His shoulders were broad and his arms...gods his arms! She was sure they were thicker than her thighs. Her eyes followed a delicious smattering of dark hair down over his well-defined pecs and down to his abs that rippled when he bent over her and crawled up her body.

Then he kissed her and all worries about her own body disappeared. His tongue was hot and writhing in her mouth and his hands were back on her legs, sliding up to grip her thighs. She wrapped them around him again, relishing the weight of his body on top of her. She let her hands roam, fingertips trailing down his back and feeling every muscle hidden beneath his pale skin.

His large fingers pulled at the tie of her robe and he quickly pushed it off her. Then he started pulling up her nightdress again and she wiggled so he could pull it off over her head. He tossed it to the side, joining his shirt somewhere on the floor.

So there she lay, completely bare beneath the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes upon. He sat back to look at her again and she felt her face burn, squirming under his silent stare. Then his smiled wolfishly, his expression identical to a starving animal who had found its prey. He descended on her breasts without warning, tonguing her nipples and squeezing her soft flesh until she was writhing.

All she could think about was seeing him naked. About his cock rubbing between her legs, about how it had been so long since she had slept with Amasius all those years ago -

"Oh!" She moaned louder than she intended as he sucked hard on her left nipple and one of his thighs slipped between her legs. He licked his way over to her right nipple and Amielle's eyes half-closed, feeling as though she was caught in some dream in one of her sister's favourite romance novels.

His thigh shifted between her legs and she whimpered, remembering her earlier fantasies. Unable to deny herself, she pressed herself against him, grinding down and gasping at the friction. Knowing she was leaving a wet patch on his breeches made it even more pleasurable but she couldn't deny she wanted to feel his bare skin against her.

As he lavished bites and kisses on her neck and chest, she groped for the waistband of his breeches. "Off." Was all she could say coherently.

His laugh vibrated against her skin and shivered, missing his heat as he moved off her, pulled off his boots and unlaced his breeches. Amielle couldn't stop herself sitting up a little to watch. He noticed and smiled again, completely comfortable with her gaze on him. Once the laces were loosened, he pulled his breeches down and threw them off to join the other clothes.

Now, Amielle was sure she was drooling.

His cock was thick and so gorgeously hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. Her fingers ached to touch it, to stroke him until he begged and pleaded to be inside her. 'Another night.' She promised herself, hoping that this would be happening again. Now all she could think about was having him inside her. She could only imagine the pure ecstasy that would come with him filling her...

He clambered over her, propping himself up with one hand by her head as he kissed her deeply and squeezed her hip. Then his hand moved down and his fingers slipped between her thighs.

She gripped the furs beneath her and moaned, her eyes closing and all thoughts except pure desperation leaving her mind. His finger ran along her, coating itself in her slick juice, before slowly but firmly sliding inside her. She opened her mouth in a silent cry as he began pumping it in and out, his mouth sucking at the hammering pulse point on her neck. She raked her nails down his back and the pad of his thumb brushed over her clit, his finger still buried inside her.

"I want...you." She managed to pant, bucking her hips against his hand. "I need you...inside...now. Please...Farkas - "

He laughed again and kissed her as he withdrew his finger from her. She watched, fascinated and shocked as he sucked her juice off his finger before kissing her again. She whimpered against his lips when she felt his cock brush against her entrance. She was about to beg, to moan and thrash until he filled her -

But with one smooth thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her.

She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as he groaned with relief against her neck.

"You're so tight." He moaned, holding her thighs as he eased out of her.

"And you're so big." She breathed, whimpering when he pushed back inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate him.

"You..." She felt him swallow. "You okay?"

"Mmhmm." She licked the shell of his ear and he bucked hard against her. "Yes...like that. Hard. I need you to fuck me."

He growled and she knew she had said the right thing. His grip tightened as he began thrusting hard, his body hitting hers faster and faster. Amielle moaned and thrust back against him, her body throbbing with pleasure. Gods, how long had it been since she was properly fucked? Never, she realised. Amasius had been gentle and efficient and nothing at all like this.

Farkas was fucking her, she thought with giddy happiness. He was fucking her with sheer passion and lust, like they were nothing more than animals in heat, desiring each others' scent.

The thought drove her wild. She could feel her walls tightening around his throbbing cock, she could hear her own panting and his groaning as she got tighter and tighter around him. Her nails clawed at his back, his breath hot on her neck, her nipples rubbing against his hard chest. Then she fell over the edge, gasping and her eyes rolled back into her head as she spasmed. A moment later he squeezed her thigh hard and he let out a long groan, his seed spurting hot and thick inside her. He gave a few more jerky thrusts and her pulsing walls milked the last of his come from him.

He rested her forehead against hers and they both closed their eyes, enjoying the post-coital heaviness. He gave her one last lazy kiss before rolling off her and onto the bed next to her, his eyes already half-closed.

"'s amazing." He murmured, dragging the furs over them both.

"Uh-huh." She agreed, amused that his brain had turned to jelly. Though she knew hers wasn't much better.

She settled down next to him, her limbs feeling pleasantly tired, and watched his eyes close. She closed her own, wondering if this evening could get any better.

"Come 'ere." He muttered suddenly, scooping her up in his arms and pulling her against his chest.

'Yes,' she thought as buried her face against her chest. 'It seemed it could get better.'

*

But when it came to the morning, Amielle would admit to being an absolute coward.

She woke early as usual and Farkas didn't as usual. Most of the Companions woke later though; preferring a late night and a late start. Amielle however had been trained to be up around dawn and it seemed she couldn't shake it.

She slipped out of bed and dressed quietly, but she didn't really know why: Farkas could probably sleep through a dragon attack. She laced up her boots and couldn't help smiling as he snored lightly in her bed. She considered waking to tell him she was leaving to take Barbas home (curse that dog!) but she didn't have the guts.

After all, what would she say? Should she thank him? Too pitiful, surely. Make some slick comment about doing this again? Not exactly her style, nor something she felt she could pull off.

So she decided to just leave him asleep and appeased her need for him by kissing his head as she left, stealing one last glance before shutting the door behind her.

'Gods, please don't let this be a one time thing. I mean, I'm grateful for some action but please let him like me as much as I like him.'

She wandered through the quiet of the living quarters and up the stairs to the hall. Aela sat at one of the tables, Barbas at her feet. Aela was the one Companions who sometimes woke as early as Amielle, as she loved to hunt around dawn.

Amielle greeted her with a nod and a smile, taking an apple from the table and biting into it, feeling ravenous. 'Sex makes you hungry,' she remembered. 'Hungry with sore thighs.' She grinned to herself.

"I think he missed you last night." Aela said as Barbas came bounding over to her.

"Did he." She replied dryly, kneeling down to stroke him. She was determined that even Barbas, the furry jerk that he was, wouldn't spoil her good mood.

"Yes. He was scratching at my door - wouldn't let up until I gave in. I was halfway through having a bath at the time. He was very persistent."

Amielle scratched Barbas' ears a little too hard. "I bet he was."

"But he's a good dog." Aela said fondly. "Slept at the bottom of my bed all night."

"Hmm." Amielle glared at him. "Come on then. Goodbye, Aela."

"Farewell. When will you be returning?"

She thought of Farkas snoring in her bed and smiled. "Soon, I hope."

She opened the door to Whiterun and stepped outside, breathing in the crisp morning air. Barbas padded down the steps beside her.

"You fucked that Nord, didn't you?"

She spluttered and nearly kicked him. "N-no!"

"Oh, please! I can smell him all over you!" They passed the tree and headed for the market, Amielle determined to ignore him. "Lucky bastard."

And try as she might, Amielle couldn't stop herself laughing.

Awww, this is adorable! Not sure why it doesn't have more comments.

OP here, hadn't checked this recently enough but I love you ;w; This was perfect!! <3

I.am.dying!!!! this is SO good!! these two are becoming my fav pair!! "Wet Wolf" was equally amazing!!

I would have loved more jealousy but it was awesome x3

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