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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3e/?
Date: 2013-09-28 12:33 am (UTC)Farengar was still waiting her judgement. Olria looked at him from under her eyelashes. “Maybe it took near disaster to show me,” she said, “but I think I like you, too.”
The mage’s throat bobbed. “How much?” he whispered.
Olria met his gaze. “Enough.” Her eyes dared him to do something.
Farengar sat upright, lifting a hand to cup her jaw. Olria shivered at his unfamiliar touch. His fingertips drifted across her skin, warm and soft. His leaned forward, but hesitated. “You are sure?” he asked.
The unusual doubt in his voice made Olria’s heart ache. She licked her lips. “You’re the alchemist,” she said. “You tell me if it’s safe or not.”
She knew that’s not what he’d meant, but he still smiled. “It’s safe,” he promised.
Olria almost snickered at the thought that the court wizard had a vial of Child’s Bane sitting in the bottom drawer of his desk. It was probably gathering dust, if women like Arcadia were the only ones who’d ever tried to catch his attention.
“Then yes,” Olria replied. “I’m more than sure.”
Farengar’s uncertainty vanished. He leaned forward again, touching his lips to hers. Olria returned the kiss, tasting him. She reached out haltingly. His hand found hers, pulling it to rest flat against his bare chest. His other hand slid around to the nape of her neck. Goose bumps raced down Olria’s back.
Olria’s hand ventured over the man’s body, peeling back his tattered robes. Farengar’s breath caught. His mouth left hers and he kissed down her throat, leaving cool wet trails. Olria shuddered, letting her head sag forward so she could bury her face in the crook of his neck.
Farengar gently loosened the ties and buttons of her robes. Olria felt a surge of nerves, but when Farengar’s gaze caught hers again, it was warm and reassuring. Heart beating fast, Olria reached up to hold his face and kiss him again.
Without letting their lips separate, Farengar pushed her robes off her shoulders and drew her down onto the bed beside him. Olria shivered at the touch of air on her bare back. In contrast, Farengar’s body was warm and inviting. She arched against him. He splayed his hands flat against her back, crushing her closer.
Olria caressed his face, a face that had seemed like nothing more than cold stone to her for so long. The man’s eyelashes fluttered, his hot breath spilling over her lips. He ran a hand through her hair, loosening it from its frayed braid. Then his fingertips glided down her arm, sliding off her elbow and dipping against her waist.
His touch was so soft. Did he think she would break? Heat pulsed in Olria’s belly. She whimpered. Farengar wasn’t a person who brought to mind the notions of gentleness and hesitation, but she found it painfully endearing.
Farengar tucked on arm under Olria’s head, drawing her face near again. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth. She clung to him, feeling the strength beneath his skin, the newness of a body so different from her own.
Outside, Whiterun was piecing itself back together. Inside, Farengar endeavoured to repay her for weeks of ill treatment. Olria’s eyes burned. Farengar’s attention was on her completely. Nothing divided his focus – not a book, a spell, a potion, an enchantment, or dragons. It was exhilarating, and a little frightening.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3e/?
Date: 2013-09-28 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3e/?
Date: 2014-06-29 11:15 pm (UTC)