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Her fingers slunk down the chest of her imaginary lover, tracing over tunic and breeches to brush against him. He was hard and warm—Divines, he must have a monster in his britches, she thought with a barely contained giggle as she cupped him through the thin cloth of his breeches. His hips thrust into her hand and her mouth went dry as she imagined all that she could do to a cock such as she had imagined. Leaning forward, she traced her tongue down the column of her dream lover’s throat. So real—so tasty, she thought. Suddenly a hand clamped around her wrist, halting her stroking and she found herself flipped flat on her back, a very large, very aroused, and very awake Nord atop her.

“What,” ground out Stenvar, “do you think you’re doing?”

Bridget’s eyes popped open as she felt his very real, very thick arousal pressing against her belly. It hadn’t been a dream—it had all been too, too real. “I’m so sorry, Stenvar! I was dreaming and then I felt your—oh, bollocks—and I’m so sorry that I violated you like that!” she cried, mortified.

Stenvar gaped down at the woman beneath him before he allowed a harsh bark of laughter to slip from his lips. “You were—dreaming?” He shook his head, releasing his hold on her as he rolled off of her. “Go back to sleep, Bridget,” he growled, pulling the furs back around himself.

Bridget lay back, staring at the roof of the cavern. What she had felt—her sellsword was very impressive. And he tasted very good. But he was just her friend, she reminded herself, trying to ignore the moisture accumulating between her thighs as she imagined the wicked things his large, thick cock could do to her. Her friend who took care of her when she was too stupid or stubborn to take care of herself, she reminded herself. Rolling onto her side, she stared at the back of her friend. “Stenvar?”

There was a sigh and Stenvar glanced over his shoulder at the woman lying near him. “What?”

Bridget levered herself up on her elbow, meeting his blue-eyed gaze. The heat he gave off was like a hearthfire and she found herself drawn to it and him. “I think I need some warming up—I’m just so cold,” she whispered, dragging her bedroll closer to him and the heat he put off.

Stenvar rolled onto his back, staring at his patron incredulously. “That’s what the furs are for.” His tone clearly indicated he wondered if she’d been touched in the head. “Go to sleep, Bridget.” He rolled back onto his side, again presenting the broad wall of his back to her and ending the conversation.

Bridget let out a huff of frustration and flopped back down, glaring at his back. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax enough to sleep. But everytime she closed her eyes all she could see was the fire in his blue eyes as he gaze down at her, pinning her beneath him as he panted at what she had done. Not that she’d ever intended to molest Stenvar in his sleep (though now part of her wondered why in the Hells she hadn’t since he was built like that) but he had responded. And now she couldn’t just put him in the friendly companion department. Thighs rubbing together, she cast another glance at Stenvar, biting her lip.

“Stenvar?” she called softly.

A groan and she could have sworn that Stenvar was burying his head in his hands. “What? What now, Bridget?” he demanded, rolling back over to face her. “Are we going to get any rest tonight?”

Bridget gnawed on her bottom lip, suddenly uncertain. “Stenvar, do you want me?”

Stenvar gaped at the woman lying beside him. “Wha—do I want you? You ask me this now?” he demanded, wiping his hand down his face. “Go to sleep. You’re clearly unwell. Can’t we go to sleep now?” he repeated, reaching across to pull the furs up further on her body and cover more of her cleavage.

Loving this so much.

This is adorable! Can't wait for more!!

Unf. Yis, yis, yissssssss.

Awesome fic, Nonny!

Me likey, please don't leave us hanging here.

Bridget glanced down at his hand, his fingers lingering over the swells of her breasts, and then back up to his face. “Sleep, Stenvar? Is that really what you want?” she purred, her fingers locking around his wrist, holding his hand against her breasts. “And you didn’t answer my question,” she pointed out stubbornly. “Do you want me?” she whispered, closing the last few inches between herself and the powerful Nord beside her. “Because I want you,” she admitted as she crawled overtop of him, thighs settling to either side of his as he lay stunned under the weight of her admission.

Stenvar groaned, staring at his captive hand, the backs of his fingers stroking her breasts as if by their own accord. “You’re not thinking clearly,” he growled up at the Dragonborn. “And you’re the one who said that you don’t get involved with people you work with.”

Bridget shrugged, settling herself more firmly against his belly and grinning at his groan. “I’ve also been known to change my mind, Stenvar.” She leaned down, tracing her hand down the column of his throat. “Now, if you really don’t want me, Stenvar, all you have to do is tell me to get back into my bedroll. Do you want me to get back in my bedroll, Stenvar?” she purred, leaning down to allow her lips to trace that same path down his neck.

Stenvar’s hands came around her, holding her to him as he arched beneath her lips. “No, I don’t want you to get back into that damned bedroll,” he growled, turning fierce dark eyes on Bridget before he speared his fingers through her hair and dragged her down for a bruising kiss. As he took possession of her mouth, he rolled her so that she was pinned beneath him, his much larger frame caging her to his bedroll beneath them. “Do you know what you’re doing?” he breathed, nuzzling the line of her throat to her ear, his teeth catching the fleshy lobe in a gentle tug.

Bridget gasped, arching into him, hands clutching at the broad-shouldered Nord. “Not a blessed clue,” she admitted with a giggle. “But I’ve always been a hands-on learner,” she teased, one of her hands sliding around to his front and tracing down the front of his tunic.

Oooh, an update! Things are starting to get warm here!

Ack! *flails* It's so rare to find a good Stenvar fic!
Please continue when you have the time!

Don't give up, a!a. Random!anon is still reading.

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