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Sometimes Things Get Complicated [5/?]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:14 pm (UTC)“Oh shut up,” he said in a quiet voice and she did as he commanded; he took another drink. She stared at the back of his head, at his pale skin and toned physique and she gingerly touched him again, her fingertips ghosting over his back and he reached behind and grabbed her wrist. She stopped, feeling her heart start beating within her chest and she watched as he turned himself, his emerald eyes locking on her as he finished off last of the water in his cup. He leaned down, placing the goblet on the floor but he did not let go of her.
She found herself pressing her lips together, unsure of his motives. He gave her a once over, his eyes moving up and down her and she had to look away uncomfortably. She suddenly became aware of all her flaws and her free hand moved to try and cover her stomach, shifting between it and her chest. He dug his nails into her wrist and she stopped fidgeting, wincing instead.
“M-My Jarl…”
“I told you to shut up,” he snapped and she once again closed her mouth, her cheeks becoming hot. He began pulling her making her break from her kneeling position to stumble forward awkwardly on the bed and he grabbed her other wrist, hauling her against him making her become like a stone statue, her heart pounding in her throat. She could feel him against her, her robes as thin as his own and she began frantically looking about the room trying not to think about it. He grabbed her cheek, twisting her so she was forced to look at him and she felt herself shrink under his gaze.
His eyes were dark and the shadows in the room didn’t help make it better. She couldn’t read his face or what his intentions were and she found herself being pushed off the bed to a kneeling position before him, her heart still hammering in her throat. His fingers moved over her cheek, digging into her jaw and she winced, her breath tightening.
“You really piss me off,” he commented and she bit her lip. “You damn elf…”
She said nothing but her hands fidgeted against her lap. His thumb moved over her lips, pressing hard against them and she found herself opening her mouth letting it slip in. He pulled, revealing her teeth, moving up to press against her gums and she whimpered before it withdrew. He stroked her lips and she found herself confused. She was either going to get slapped and lectured or worse; she could never gauge with him as his emotion seemed to vary with his mood.
Right now she was sure he was angry as he said but the way he was holding her made her heart race and her mind fuzzy. She had to ask. “My Jarl… S-Siddgeir,” she breathed out as his other hand came to cup her right cheek, holding her head steady. “S-Siddgeir-!”
He leaned down, his lips almost against hers and she could feel his breath against her. Honey and hops filled her head and she closed her eyes, the taste of black-briar mead being recalled in her mind. He merely uttered a sentence against her. “Shut up.”
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [6/?]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:16 pm (UTC)Her throat felt incredibly dry and her mind was beginning to become muddled with the different sensations hitting her. His left hand moved to gripping the back of her head, his right tilting her jaw up, gripping her throat as he did and she shook as he harshly nipped at her lips, dominating her. He kissed her, deeply, then withdrew. “Stick out your tongue.”
She licked her lips first before she did, her hands shaking as they tried to get a better grip but she obeyed, her tongue offered to him. His met hers making her shiver and he pushed into her mouth once again. She had never been kissed like this, made to feel so submissive against someone else and she let herself go slack allowing him to pull at her tongue with his teeth, bite the side of her mouth and withdraw to push two fingers in, rubbing to make her suck them. She wanted water so bad, her mind now a haze with the taste of honey and his skin and he moved to kissing her ear.
She jerked, a shock running through her and his grip on the back of her head tightened, twisting her black hair and she was forced to calm herself. He moved back, lips running over her flesh until he was near her mouth and he pulled away his wet fingers, staring at her from above. She gasped for air. “S… Sidd…”
He pressed against her again, silencing her. “I told you to shut up before. Do not make me say it again,” his voice rumbled against her and she silenced herself, her fingers clutching his forearms, squeezing them for a brief second before relaxing. He pulled away, still hovering above her and she panted for him; she would have been ashamed at herself if it wasn’t him above her. He only stared down at her and she licked her lips desperately again. She found herself moving up, trying to kiss him but he wouldn’t let her. She let out a whine and his other hand snaked back to her neck, squeezing for a brief moment making her stiffen.
His kissed her jaw, soft and almost gentle but the fingers pressing into her throat were the opposite. They dragged down, ignoring her gasps and settled on her collarbone. He slipped two fingers against the neck of her robe and pulled, his eyes moving down to look. She flushed and shut her own in embarrassment. She was aware of how flat she was and her ears began to burn, her knees shaking as she felt him eye her and she waited for his disapproval but it never came. He let go of the collar of her robe, the fabric falling back into place and he went back to cupping her head, lips once more touching hers, his breath against them making her purse her own.
“Sit up.”
She opened her eyes and focused on him as she did as he said, raising herself back up and he seemed pleased with her obedience. She was rewarded with a gentle kiss, one a lover would give to their person of affection and she melted into it; for a brief moment she even pretended as if the scenario was true but it ended as quickly as it began and she was left shaking under his grip. He licked his lips.
“What do you want, Thane?” he said from above and she licked her own lips, how dry they felt despite them being sore and swollen.
“Water,” she whispered and he seemed taken aback by her answer. He scowled and she regretted it, gritting her teeth as she chastised herself. “So… I can keep up… with you.”
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [7/?]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:17 pm (UTC)Before she could take a drink he grabbed the goblet and did himself. She stared at him, desperate. He didn’t look at her but she could see an amused grin on his lips making her inwardly groan. She would have protested but every time she did that night it seemed to make the situation worse for her. He finished, holding up an empty goblet and she took it, his nails digging into the silver sides.
He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, forcing her to fall into him which made her yelp and drop the cup to the floor. She was forced on his lap, her hands gripping his shoulder as she towered over him a bit and he grabbed the back of her head once more, pulling her hair making her cringe. He brought her head down, his mouth on hers again and she felt water being pushed into her mouth making her whine.
This was bad. This was her Jarl.
He flipped them, mouth still on hers as he did and she was slammed into the straw of the bed, his free hand covering her eyes as he continued to dominate her making her grab as his body letting out a horrid moan. This was bad. This was a bad situation. She felt as if she was drowning, choking on the water and the lack of air she was receiving. He pulled away and she gasped for him, unable to see his mouth but seeking it.
His breath was hot against her and he shoved her legs apart with his own, pressing against her which made her entire body shiver. Her hands found his neck and she clung to him, desperately kissing him, begging him not to stop. He pulled her head back, her neck being exposed and he sunk his teeth into the side making her howl.
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Shut up!”
She moaned, the sound being torn from her throat and he was on her again, his tongue against her making her push back and taste him, the honey and hops and scent of the pine forest from his hunt that morning. She was being overwhelmed and in the back of her mind she recalled how foolish she had been as a teenager, her thoughts of her first kisses and encounters with a man like the fairy tales she read. She was being dominated, controlled by her Jarl and he only seemed interested in making her aware that she was a possession of his; his alone to do as he pleased with.
She hated how much more that made her cling to him, her hips rolling against him in desperation for something. She was aching and her breath was coming out in hot pants and his hand finally left from covering her eyes, moving to grip at her side and pull her flush against him. Saliva was starting to drip from her mouth, her eyes glazing over as she now kissed him back with equal wish of possession, tongue meeting his first before he could react and her nails tearing his skin. The blankets under them shifted and he let out low growls in response to her panting, high moans.
He forced her legs around his waist and her toes curled in her boots as she did, pulsing against him as they kept up their desperate kisses, each on becoming messier than the last. Her hair was being tangled by his hands, her nails dragging up and down his arms and back and they briefly spared against each other with him trying to press her to the bed while she only wanted to be curled up against him as close as she could. He eventually won and she was pinned down, helpless against him.
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [8/?]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:19 pm (UTC)“Siddgeir,” she said his name against him, his fingers tangling into his black hair, scratching and lightly tugging the strands which made him hiss. “Please…”
“What,” he practically spat out, her mouth covering his not allowing him to speak for a second. “You stupid elf.”
She kissed him again and again, feeling the sweat on his neck, his skin flushed and as hot as hers and his fingertips massaging where they held her hips. She prayed to the eight divines to not let this end, her senses and mind only on him. “Siddgeir, please…”
He moved to kiss her but he seemed too distracted to do so, his mouth only lingering over hers for a second before he pulled away. She tried pulling him back, panting, her body yearning to him and he hit her temple making her let go with a whine. He grabbed her, pulling her off the bed and for a moment she was in his arms, feeling his heart beating, his breath against her ear and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do, the prospect making her throb between her legs, her chest rise and fall rapidly and her sweat seem to bead on every surface of her skin.
…And he dropped her on the floor. She let out a high cry as he did, grabbing her back as pain shot through it and he stood above her, running a hand through his hair.
“We’re done here,” he said in a harsh voice. “Go home.”
She stared. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, wait, what did I-?”
He glared at her making her become quiet. “I’m not sharing my bed with you. And I’m tired. So go home,” he waved at her making her gape at him. “You’ve done your job for today. I expect you back here tomorrow.”
“You,” her voice shook with frustrated desire. “You can’t be serious.”
“Pick up that goblet,” he said as he grabbed his blankets, pulling them so he could get under them. “And douse the candles as you leave.”
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Get out, Kjersti.”
She couldn’t believe it. She stared at him, her body shaking, her body throbbing and she felt something well up inside her. She stood on shaky legs, stumbling to the side of his bed and she almost mounted him, wanting to sit on his chest and beg but he seemed to sense it despite his eyes closed.
“Touch me and I’ll have your neck broken.”
She let out a loud, angry noise of frustration and she grabbed the goblet off the floor, slamming it on the table as she moved to douse the candles. Her hands shook as she did and before she shut out the last one she glared at her Jarl, his body barely visible from under his covers.
“Siddgeir… You…”
“If I have to tell you to shut up again, Thane,” his voice came from the dark. “Then I will have you locked in the barracks and beaten until your flesh is on the floor.” She shook but closed her mouth, her anger concentrated on him but she directed it to the candle, snuffing it out before going to the door.
“Kjersti.”
She stopped.
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-14 05:21 pm (UTC)Her entire body seemed to turn pink and her anger turned to flustered embarrassment, her hands moving to cover her chest. She fled from his room, shutting his door with a sharp clack and she stood in the Longhouse, trying to figure out what had just happened. Her ears burned and her mind worked to supress it despite how her nerves kept sending mixed signals throughout her body. She wasn’t sure if she loved or hated that man; leaving her in such a state was infuriating but what he did to her…
She groaned and moved to leave the Longhouse, opening the door to find the street covered in more snow than before. The cold air was welcome on her burning skin, her mouth and jaw starting to become sore and her back hurting from the drop. She started to trudge through the snow, the cold seeping through right to her boots and she stopped at the gates of Falkreath, staring into the darkness that awaited. She heard a coughing behind her and turned to see a guard struggle to make it to his post.
He gave her a look, shuddering under his thin fur and she pursed her lips as she looked out at her path. “Are you heading home, Thane?”
“Yes,” she said as the wind howled within the trees making them shake and knock against the buildings behind her.
“Well you be careful,” he said in a kind voice. “You know the Jarl would be devastated if something were to get you.”
She turned to stare at him, her cheeks already too hot and red to become any more flushed but she found herself smiling. “I…” she began to protest, wanting to tell him he was wrong or scoff and laugh but somehow it comforted her. She closed her eyes, pulling out a spell from the dark recesses of her mind and she snapped her fingers, a light illuminating from her hands and moving up to above her head making the ground around her glow.
“Thank you.”
He only nodded and watched her leave, the small candle light shining a path through the blinding snow.
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Re: Sometimes Things Get Complicated [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-14 07:49 pm (UTC)Re: Sometimes Things Get Complicated [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-14 08:43 pm (UTC)Wildly flustered OP here!
Date: 2014-01-16 12:03 pm (UTC)Damn, this was crazy hot! You got the characters perfect and the kissing was just...*fans self*
Thanks so much for filling A!A! :)
Re: Wildly flustered OP here!
Date: 2014-01-17 12:49 am (UTC)A-Ahaha I-I d-didn't... I really just took a chance with it since it was pretty open so I figured... why not my terribly emotionally abusive couple who is so unhealthy? ahahahaha ffffffffffff.
I'm so happy it did hit what you wanted and that the dear Jarl is a favourite since I usually hear the opposite.
even though damn son. da-yum. DAAAYMMMNN!