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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3h/?
Date: 2013-09-28 01:19 am (UTC)Farengar’s hand clasped her shoulder tightly. His breaths became pants. He thrust himself upward into her hand. The flow of his muscles against her body was nothing short of delicious.
She added magic to her touch yet again, wrenching a moan from his throat. She could feel him restraining the urge to vocalize his pleasure – heaven forbid if a soldier heard him scream and ran in.
Farengar wrapped his hand around hers. His grip helped her guide him to the peak of pleasure. Farengar desperately muffled a groan into her hair. His entire body clenched. A moment later, hot seed spilled between them.
Farengar reached up to touch Olria’s face. “Gods,” he murmured. His hand trembled as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Olria looked up at him, smiling. Her eyes glinted mischievously. “Maybe next time,” she hinted, “I will actually need Child’s Bane.”
Farengar swallowed. His mouth opened and closed.
“It will be fine,” Olria assured him.
“But, you are—” Farengar clamped his mouth shut. He licked his lips. His desire won over any more protests he could voice – because truly, neither of them wanted any more protests.
Ignoring any and all stickiness, Olria turned her back to him and nestled against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her stomach and drew her close.
She allowed herself to lie there a while, enjoying the sensation of the man’s chest moving as he breathed. “Maybe I should get dressed,” Olria sighed. “I’d hate it if someone walked in…”
The man let out a grumble. The bed creaked as Farengar sat up and reached over her. He picked her discarded robes off the floor. Olria used the bed sheets to rub herself off and stood, taking the robes he held out to her. Once she’d dressed with her back to him, she worked on re-braiding her hair. By the time she’d finished, no one would suspect anything had happened.
To her, anyway.
Farengar saw her staring at him. He smirked. “At least you have clothes,” he said. “All I have is rags. And bed sheets that will give the poor servants a shock.”
A giggle bubbled up from Olria’s throat. “Er, I’ll go look in your wardrobe for a replacement,” she said. Hiding her smile behind one hand, she slipped from the room and shut the door.
The scene outside Farengar’s bedroom was sobering. The Whiterun guard and the Imperials had fended off the Stormcloaks, but the keep was in disarray. Splintered tables and chairs littered the stone floor like kindling. Blood stained the walls, floors, and carpet. Although Dragonsreach was eerily silent, she knew people would be busy outside.
Olria should be out there, helping.
At least Farengar’s workroom had sustained little damage. Olria opened the court wizard’s wardrobe and chose a set of underclothes and fine black robes. She hurried back to his room where he still sprawled naked on the bed.
Farengar glanced up as she entered. He took one look at her face and frowned. “What is it?” he asked, standing.
She handed him his clothes. “You know, you can’t be the only person who was injured,” she said.
The court wizard took his robes and dressed without ceremony. His eyes locked onto hers. “Do you want my help?”
“The Imperials have healers of their own, but I think they could use our assistance.” Olria rubbed the back of her neck and glanced away.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3h/?
Date: 2013-09-28 08:35 pm (UTC)