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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 7k/7

[(Anonymous)]

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Olria had tucked herself under the covers of Farengar’s bed when the court wizard returned an hour later, slipping through the door without opening it to prying eyes. He looked irate.

Olria had an open book balanced on her chest. When Farengar saw her bare arms and shoulders poking out from under the covers, his annoyed expression eased. He came to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. “What are you reading?”

“Aramril’s The Apprentice's Assistant,” Olria said.

“A fitting read for your last day as an apprentice,” Farengar said.

Olria let out a sigh. “My last day as an apprentice,” she mused. She let the book flop down against her chin. “I still feel like I have so much to learn.”

“Learning never stops,” Farengar replied. “But you know enough to do what you really want to do, and to protect yourself.”

She nodded. Her eyes twinkled. “Do you know what I really want to do?” she asked.

Farengar’s lips curved. “Go work at the temple right now?” he teased.

Olria sat up and put aside her book. As she did, the bed sheets fell away to expose smooth, naked skin. She pulled on Farengar’s shoulders, bringing him down towards her. His elbow depressed the pillow beside her head as he leaned closer, but only to kiss her nose. Olria made a sound of protest and steadied his grinning face to give him a proper kiss.

Farengar’s lips were soft and pliant. She tried shift nearer to him, but he effectively pinned her beneath the sheets with his weight. She could barely move. By his wicked expression, he knew it, too.

Farengar crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His lips grazed her own. Olria tried and failed to pull him closer, the sheets straining taut around her midsection. The man shimmied down the bed, his eyes flicking up to hers and back down again.

Olria felt her face warm at that gaze. His lips kissed a trail down her neck, along her collarbones, and then lower. The tightness of the blankets eased as he drew them down to her waist. One hand caressed her bared skin. It was the one wearing the ancient ring. His fingers traced the contour of her breast. With his touch, magic flowed, enhancing each tingle. It felt like he was tickling her down to her toes.

Farengar’s head dipped down. He kissed spirals along one breast until he reached its peak. Olria let out a gasp as he took it into his mouth. His hand stroked circles over the other. Warm, soft restoration magics made desire shoot through her core.

Olria closed her eyes and reached out a hand to stroke Farengar’s neck. He still trapped her half-under the blankets, teasing her. She tried brush her hips against his, but he stayed out of reach. He had to recognize her need right now, but his touches remained far too gentle. They stirred a deep, molten heat. She needed more.

“Farengar,” she tried.

The man’s brows lifted as he looked up at her. He smiled and continued to tease her. His magic was bringing Olria’s blood to a boil. She ached to have him touch her, lower, to feel the pressure of his heavier body grinding against hers. She wanted to hear his breaths turn to pants as his control slipped.

Olria let tingling restoration magic bloom in her palm. She smoothed her hand under the collar of the man’s robes and along the warm skin of his shoulders.

She heard Farengar’s sharp intake of breath. His lips faltered for a moment on her breast. Then he grazed his teeth over the bud, eliciting another gasp from the woman beneath him.

Olria massaged the muscles of his shoulders, warmth spreading into his skin and easing the tension there. Farengar’s body wavered, sinking closer to hers. He let out a sigh. He looked up at Olria’s face, his eyes warm and soft and full of something Olria understood but didn’t have words to describe.