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Soon his mouth returned to her breasts, suckling and laving her sensitive nipples until she was a quivering, mewling mess. The onslaught continued, orgasm after orgasm crashing through her body for what seemed like hours. “No more, please,” she begged, her hands moving to Delvin’s own, stilling him. “Too much.”

Delvin slowly pulled his fingers from her still clenching passage and reached up to pull off her blindfold. “Do you want to stop?” he asked as she blinked at the sudden return of her vision.

Vex gnawed on her bottom lip, her pale blue eyes meeting Delvin’s gaze. Did she want to leave and stop letting Delvin play her body like an eight fretted lute? “No, Delvin,” she admitted, her voice hoarse from screaming out her pleasure. “I don’t want you—us—to stop.” She lifted his hand, the hand that had worked such magic between her thighs, to her mouth. Holding his gaze, she drew his fingers into her mouth and began to clean them with her dexterous tongue. “But am I to be the only one getting pleasure?” she teased.

Delvin arched a brow. Watching Vex sucking her own juices from his fingers was turning him on more than he wished to admit. Then again, everything about the blonde-haired Nord woman was attractive to him—even her aloofness in the face of his constant pursuit. He couldn’t help it—he’d always had a soft spot for Nord women. “I believe that our agreement was twenty-four hours of you doing what I want, correct?”

Vex nodded, uncertainty crossing her light eyes.

“Then, Vex, what I want is for you to continue letting me pleasure you,” he whispered, his mouth falling to her throat and mouthing gently against the skin. Slowly rising from the bed, he winced at the rather pronounced erection that pressed against his leathers and shifted himself to relieve some of the pressure. Not seeking his own satisfaction within Vex when he had the chance might kill him, he allowed, but he wanted to show Vex that he was capable of giving her such ungodly amounts of pleasure that she would never look at another man the same way. “But first,” he reached down to tug the furs over Vex’s form, “I’m going to bring you some food and drink. We must keep your strength up,” he warned.

Vex lay back, frowning. Alone, lying buried under the furs, she had a chance to consider what was happening. She wasn’t used to being cared for—even if it was as the result of a bet. And that seemed to be what Delvin was doing. If she didn’t know better, she’d almost think that her fellow thief was courting her, though certainly in one of the most unusual manners possible.

I dunno... Sounds like a rather good way to be courted, if you ask me!

O_o this is one of my OTPs in Skyrim ^_^ *stalks fill for update*

Just one minor thing, Vex is an Imperial not a Nord

A!A here--thank you for letting me know that Vex is an Imperial. Never was clear on that but it makes sense. And I promise more fills for you to stalk. :)

Delvin soon returned, a tray laden with food and a carafe of something balanced on one arm and a basket in the other. Setting the tray on the bedside table, he turned his attention to Vex. “Now, my beautiful Nord beauty,” he began, only to be halted by Vex’s chuckle and soft shake of her blonde head.

“Delvin, I’m from Cyrodiil, not Skyrim. I’m an Imperial, not a Nord,” she corrected, sitting up in the bed, careful to keep the blankets tucked over her breasts. Not that he hadn’t seen them or explored them…very thoroughly, at that…but Vex was more comfortable with walls put up. Even if they were imaginary.

Delvin scratched at his chin as he contemplated her statement. “Imperial, huh?” At Vex’s nod, he shrugged. “I can work with that,” he grinned wryly, turning his attention back to the goodies he’d brought with him. “So, my beautiful Imperial flower,” he crooned, pouring a cup of Black-Briar mead into a goblet and handing it to the blonde woman. “Have a taste.”

Vex rolled her eyes but took a sip of the mead. It was a good vintage—Delvin must have paid Maven a fair bit of gold for it. And getting the Breton to part from his coin was nigh on impossible. “This is nice,” she admitted. “So, you feed me. You pleasure me. What do you get out of this, Del?” She set the cup on the bedside table and leaned back against the pillows stacked behind her, her pale gaze focused solely on the Breton thief. “Cause there’s no way you go to all this trouble without an end game.”

Delvin chuckled, taking a moment to sip from his own cup of mead. Vex was right, it was a damned fine vintage. Then again, if it had been shite, Maven would have been paying for it in ways the lady could never imagine. There were advantages to having as many contacts as Delvin did. “You always were smart,” he smiled. “End game is that for twenty-four hours, I get to lavish you with the attention and pampering you deserve. And at the end of twenty-four hours, you’re free to go.”

Vex frowned. “Really?” she asked incredulously. “Your plan is to spend the next twenty-four…”

Delvin shook his head. “Twenty-one hours now, love. But who’s counting.”

Vex sighed. “Twenty-one hours making me feel good and that’s it?”

Delvin took another sip of his mead and put his cup beside Vex’s. “Oh, Vex, I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never think to ask that question again.” He lifted the basket that had been on the floor to the bed and opened it. The scent of sweet rolls wafted out and Delvin watched Vex’s expression go to one of pure desire. The woman did love her sweet rolls. “Now, I have a treat for you. And since they’re still warm, I don’t want to wait too long for you to have them.”

Vex nodded, reaching for the basket only to have Delvin swat her hand away. “Del, give me a sweet roll,” she growled.

Delvin chuckled. “Lay back, Vex.”

Grumbling, Vex did as she was told, pale eyes watching the sweet roll. “Del,” she warned impatiently.

Delvin shook his head. “Patience,” he ordered, dipping his finger into the icing on the sweet roll. He tugged the blanket down, baring Vex to the waist. “I have some icing of my own to do,” he crooned, running his icing-coated finger over her pink nipples, the peaks tightening as Vex gasped. Swirling around and around, stroking the areole with the pads of his fingers, he watched Vex, her eyes dilating as he continued to ice her nipples. Finally, he had them just the way he wanted them. Leaning over, he blew on first one then the other. “Now, to make sure that the flavor is correct,” he murmured.

Vex arched underneath him as he took her nipple between his lips, his tongue stroking the icing-covered bud with long, through strokes. Periodically his teeth would gently tug on the nipple, earning a throaty moan from the Imperial and sending a shot of pure pleasure straight to Vex’s clit. Then that damnably dexterous tongue would suckle and soothe her flesh, all while increasing the pleasure. “Del,” she moaned.

Delvin leaned back, satisfied he had gotten all the icing off the first breast. With a grin, he tore off a chunk of the sweet roll, pressing it to Vex’s lips. Obediently her mouth opened, her pink tongue darting out to stroke his icing-stained fingers. She stroked his pointer and thumb, licking any stray icing off the digits before she tugged the sweet from his grip. The look of pure pleasure that sat in Delvin’s eyes thrilled the blonde Imperial and she offered a smug smile as she chewed.

Delvin shook himself after a moment and offered a saucy grin. Oh, she was willing to play, he thought. Perfect. Dipping his fingers back into the icing, he turned his attention to her neglected breast. The peak quivered beneath his touch as he painted the nipple with the white cream icing, his fingers careful to stroke and tug the tender flesh. Finally satisfied that this breast had also been thoroughly decorated with the icing, he lowered his head again. Once again he stroked and suckled and curled around her tender nipple, the peak taut and aching with pleasure by the time he lifted his head again to meet Vex’s gaze. And again he found Vex panting, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes slightly glazed.

“Ya know, Vex, I don’t think I’ll ever think of sweet rolls the same way,” he admitted, tearing off another chunk of the sweet roll and offering it to Vex. He smiled at the throaty moan that escaped her lips as she took the morsel from his fingers, their fingers stroking each other in the handoff, before she popped the bite into her mouth.

Vex nodded slightly. “I see what you mean,” she admitted softly, swallowing the sweet. There was no way that she was ever going to be able to eat her favorite snack without remembering Delvin like this.

Delvin dipped his fingers back into the icing and met Vex’s gaze. “With your permission,” he began, trailing the pads of his fingers down her ribcage to her belly, circling around the divet of her belly button before dipping in. The trail of icing glittered like sugary snow and his tongue traced the path carefully, leaving Vex arching in his wake. On his fingers ventured, down over the swell of her mound to the quivering lips between her thighs. He stroked the flesh, the icing melting against the heat of her flesh and painting streaks of white against her already pale flesh.

Vex arched off the bed at the first lick between her thighs, her hands moving to Delvin’s head, holding him in place. One of his clever hands cupped her ass, kneading the cheek even as it kept her planted against his mouth, while the other began to trace icing over the sensitized nub of her clitoris. His mouth followed his fingers, lips and tongue massaging her labia before curling over her clitoris, suckling the tender bud as his fingers slid inside her. Over and over he pumped within her, curling his fingers inside her wet warmth so that he could brush against the ridged flesh within her with each stroke.

Vex’s hands fell away from Delvin’s head as he pushed her onward, a whimper falling from her lips at the rising tide of sensation that he was wringing from her. Sliding her hands to her breasts, she cupped her flesh, her thumbs strumming her nipples in time to Delvin’s thrusts and licks. All too soon she arched a final time, keening out a cry of pleasure as she came around his fingers, Delvin suckling her juices from her sweet channel as she continued to clench around him. Finally she lay quivering and spent, eyes fixed on the shorn Breton between her thighs.

Delvin sat up, wiping at his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and fixed a devilish smirk on his lips. Picking up the sweet roll, he tore off a chunk and took a bite. “Now that, my sweet Vex, is how one should eat a sweet roll.”

Oh hell, I don't think I'll ever look at sweetrolls the same way either. That was...tasty ;)

update soon please <3 *offers A!A lots of sweetrolls and Apple Dumplings*

Really hoping A!A hasn't abandoned this fic :(

A!A here...not abandoned, just trying to figure out how to have the next twenty hours play out for these two. Will try to get a new installment up today, dear reader. :)

*continues stalking (and by stalking i mean checking back at least once every two hours) fic for update*

*is still waiting patiently (somewhat) for A!A to come back* :(

** A!A here and I wanted to apologize for the long wait on an update on this story. I hope you enjoy the next bit. **

Part 6

Vex pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes, shaking her head as a tired chuckle escaped her lips. She would never be able to look at the pastry the same way, damn him. Which was the idea, since she had never gone a day without having a sweet roll since she’d first tasted the confection. Slowly letting her hands drop away from her eyes, she met Delvin’s serious gaze. He was still sitting on the bed between her thighs, his hands absently stroking her thighs. “I’m never going to be able to eat a sweet roll without remembering you doing that,” she admitted quietly.

Delvin chuckled and stood from the bed, rolling his shoulders and neck to a series of satisfying pops. “Come on, Vex. A little break is called for. Don’t want you getting overtaxed. And I need to change these sheets,” he murmured, tugging her from the bed to stand before him. She blinked, her legs feeling rubbery and unsteady, and caught his arm to steady herself. He grinned at her as she gripped his arms, her eyes falling on his mouth. “Y’alright there, Vex?” he purred, his hands falling to her hips.

Vex nodded, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. She was on uncertain footing—Delvin had certainly shown her a side that she had rarely seen. Though it explained some things, she allowed, remembering women who had crossed Delvin’s path before—women like that Astrid from a few years back. “I think so. So, what kind of break are we talking about?”

Delvin’s hand moved to the small of her back as he guided her out of the bedchamber and downstairs. “Think I’ll let you just relax for a bit. While I take care of a few things,” he admitted, stepping finally into the bathing room. He grinned at the little gasp of delight that escaped Vex’s lips and led her to the edge of the pool of steaming water. “You get comfortable and I’ll be back in a bit.”

Vex nodded, sinking into the waters with a grateful sigh. As the water enveloped her, swirling around her legs and waist and breasts, she found her eyes drifting shut. She heard his footsteps retreating as she relaxed, the water washing away all evidence of their recent exertions. Settling onto the carved bench attached to the wall of the tub, she just listened to the soft lapping of the water. It was so rare that she took the time just to relax—everything was always the next job, the next score, the next win for the Guild. Maybe Delvin had a point, she thought with a smirk, her fingers trailing through the water as she felt her muscles relaxing in the heat.

“I know that grin,” offered Delvin as he returned to the bathing room long minutes later. “Finally seeing the value of a little relaxation?” He settled on the lip of the bath, his leathers traded for a more casual pair of sleep trousers and a soft tunic that hit his hips. Beside him he lay a pile of soft bath sheets, his eyes lingering over Vex’s figure in the water.

Vex shrugged, moving across the tub to rest her forearms on the lip of the tub beside his hip. “Maybe. Though we haven’t had a whole lot of chance for it,” she allowed ruefully, her cheek resting on the stone and her eyes watching Delvin.

Delvin nodded, his hand falling to the back of Vex’s neck, his fingers finding the bunched muscles and beginning a slow massage that nearly had her whimpering. “Aye, that’s the truth. Don’t mean that we can’t enjoy some peace when it comes, though,” he suggested, his hands moving down to her shoulders. “Now, feel ready to get a bit of rest before the next part?” he breathed, leaning down to trail a series of soft kisses across her temple.

Vex lifted her head, catching his lips in a hungry kiss that clearly startled the fence. “Hmmm…there’s a next part? Sure you’re gonna be up for it, old man?” she teased, leaning back to meet his gaze.

Delvin chuckled, his hand coming down to help her out of the water. Scrambling to his feet, he began to dry her off with the bath sheets. “Old man, eh?” He smirked at the infiltrator. “Think this old man can teach you a few new things. But first, sleep. I want you rested for what I have planned.” His hand fell to the small of her back as he led her back up to the bedchamber they’d so recently enjoyed. Taking the bath sheet from her, he hung it on a peg to dry and pulled back the sheets, revealing that he’d changed them in the meanwhile. “In you go, Vex,” he purred.

Vex slipped between the sheets, a soft sound of delight dropping from her lips as she realized that he’d warmed the blankets so that they wouldn’t be cold against her skin. Turning on her side, she watched as Delvin put out the light and crossed to the opposite side of the bed. “Delvin, thanks,” she murmured, nestling herself against his side as she felt his arm come around her. She felt protected and wanted, two things that she rarely allowed herself to feel.

Delvin pulled the blankets overtop them both, just enjoying the sensation of this woman he’d pursued for years snuggled against him. “No need to thank me, Vex. Now, get some sleep, love. We have a big day planned for the morning.”

*Anon melts into a puddle, emitting many squees interspersed with noises that sound like OMGSOCUTE!!! and MOAR!!*

=.= i want a pet Delvin :P

Update soon please <3

A!A here: Sorry, got a little distracted finishing up some other stories. Getting back to Vex and Delvin, I promise. Thanks for reminding me about this story. :)

Vex slowly blinked awake and glanced around. The room was semi-lit with the first hints of morning. She would have to have a chat with their beloved guild leader about this room, she thought, turning on her side to look at the man beside her.

It needed a door.

Delvin was still asleep, his chest slowly rising and falling as he lay relaxed back into the mattress. She allowed her eyes to wander over her longtime Guild member and partner in crime. One didn’t spend as many years working together as they had without developing a relationship of sorts. Though the bet was changing those dynamics: could she honestly go back to just teasing and flirting with Delvin from across the Ragged Flagon after learning that his affections were genuine? Not to mention his skills—but damned…

She shifted a little closer, lifting the blankets from between them to press herself fully against his side, her thigh thrown across his legs as she gazed at him. In sleep the years seemed to slip from his visage—though his stubble shown silver and the close-cropped hair on his pate was more salt than pepper. He was still fit though—one had to be in their line of work. He still, like she, did his own jobs and worked with clients not always of the Thieves’ Guild. She rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing random patterns over his clothed chest as she considered the events of the past day.

What did she want, she wondered silently. She could have some of the men in the Guild, she supposed. That new recruit that she’d wrestled with on the road to Riften and then offered a place in the Guild to had made no bones about that. And there were other men in the Guild—ones who flirted shamelessly with anything and anyone. But did she want that?

Delvin mumbled something in his sleep, his arm wrapping around her bare shoulder and tugging her tighter to him, his warmth seeping into her skin.

Vex sighed, a smile tilting her lips. Maybe she was overthinking this, she decided. If she just let things progress…she sighed again, this time letting the smile slip slightly. If she left things in Delvin’s court, then he’d fall back to his old ways and they’d never get anywhere. No, if she actually wanted to take this beyond the range of the bet, it was up to her. Decided, she sat up and slung her leg over Delvin, sitting on his thighs.

Delvin slowly pulled himself from sleep as he felt the weight increase on his legs. Last he knew, he’d been lying beside his lovely Vex…had something changed?

“Delvin, wake up.”

Delvin blinked owlishly up at the blonde Imperial sitting astride his thighs, confusion writ large over his features. “Vex, what’s wrong?”

Vex sighed, pushing her hair back with her long fingers. “I’m calling the bet off. Just like you said I could,” she advised him, her tone brooking no argument and her blue eyes sporting the chill of a Windhelm snowstorm.

Delvin swallowed and nodded, slowly pushing himself up on his elbows. He’d been afraid that this would happen—that she’d come to her senses and decide that he’d taken this all too far. He just hoped that they would still be able to work together. He didn’t want to imagine his days without seeing his fair Vex. “Fair is fair, Vex. Thank you for letting me…” he trailed off.

Vex blew out an exasperated breath and swooped down, her mouth capturing his in what could only be termed a devouring kiss. “You talk too much, old man,” she purred when she finally let the fence up for air, her blue eyes warmed. “Now, since we’re not constrained by anything as silly as a bet, how about you show me some of your other skills,” she suggested, dragging his sleep shirt up his lean chest and over his head. “Because I have a feeling that I could stay apprenticed to you in this arena for a very, very long time.”

~FIN~

That was surprisingly cute. Good job, anon.

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