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Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required" (Part 2)
Date: 2014-01-28 05:56 pm (UTC)Brynjolf slowly released his hold on Katrin, the two thieves slowly getting to their feet. Gazing down at his lover, he cupped her cheek in his palm. “So, lass, any complaints?” he asked cheekily.
Katrin grinned up at the red-haired Nord, love dancing in her blue eyes. “Only one, Bryn,” she teased, seeing him start to frown. “That my house is halfway across town and I have to wait to get you in our bed until then.”
Brynjolf swooped down and recaptured her lips with a searing kiss that had her breathless and clinging to him. “My little minx. Then we’d best hurry—since taking you against a wall on the way home is sounding more and more sane to me,” he added.
Katrin shivered in pleasure and tugged Brynjolf out of the supply room and back down and out of the house they’d been burgling. “I think I could be persuaded,” she allowed as they started for home.
~FIN~
Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required" (Part 2)
Date: 2014-01-31 09:45 pm (UTC)OP here!
Date: 2014-02-01 11:03 pm (UTC)Ungh! Bryn is one of my favourites and he's crazy hot. You did him justice: the sexy confidence, the easy banter, the wicked thoughts...
Sigh. OP is very happy :)
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Date: 2014-02-04 02:31 pm (UTC)Katrin chuckled as Brynjolf picked the lock on the garden gate, watching for the Solitude guards. Not that they really had to worry all that much—there were advantages to being named Thane of Solitude. “Need some help there, Bryn?” she whispered, leaning down to press her lips to his ear.
Brynjolf groaned and finally got the mechanism in the lock to cooperate. “Just a tad rusty,” he groused, tugging Katrin with him into the garden. The soft clank of the gate shutting was the only indication that they had entered and no one was about to hear it. “And I’ll thank you to not play the innocent,” he warned, a smile tugging at his lips. “Damnable minx.”
Katrin shrugged good-naturedly, turning her attention to the garden they’d found themselves in. “I will say this about Solitude, they like their gardens.” Stepping closer to the wall, she traced the petals of a golden flower and inhaled its fragrance. “You know, my mother has a garden,” she offered quietly as Brynjolf wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, tucking his chin onto her shoulder. “I used to help her tend it when I was little.”
Brynjolf nodded. It was strange what would remind his little Breton of her homeland—but that she let him in enough to know was a gift he wasn’t going to squander. “Someday you’ll see her again,” he promised, feeling her turn in his embrace so that she was looking up at him. “Though I don’t think she’ll like me doing in her garden what we’re about to do,” he teased, backing her towards far end of the walled garden farthest from the house it was attached to.
“Oh?” Katrin smirked up at the red-headed thief, eyes twinkling. “And what are we about to do, Bryn?” she teased, hands resting on his broad shoulders. “You don’t know my mother, Bryn. She might approve.”
Brynjolf dipped his head down, his mouth exploring her bared neck with soft kisses and teasing nibbles. “Well, lass, I’ve always believed that it was better to show than tell,” he murmured, his hands moving to the fastenings of her leathers. He made quick work of the numerous buckles and belts and buttons that held the buttery soft dark leather to her form and quickly parted it, allowing him a glimpse of pale curves in the dim starlight. His hands slid down, cupping those full breasts that he so loved, thumbs brushing gently against the already peaked nipples. “But we’ll have to be very quiet, lass. Else we’ll have company,” he nodded towards the house at his back.
Katrin nodded. She loved when he played games like this. Her lips played over his throat, her own fingers busy with the buckles and fastenings of his leathers. “Quiet. I believe that can be achieved,” she cooed, brushing the pads of her fingers lightly over his chest, her fingernails lightly tracing his nipples. At his harsh intake of breath, her head dipped down, lips closing over his nipple, tongue tracing the nub while her hands continued further South. “Don’t you, Bryn?”
Brynjolf slid his hands down further as well, fingers unfastening her leathers and tugging them down and off, taking her boots with them. Beneath her leathers she was bare and his hands cupped the globes of her ass tenderly. “Aye, lass,” he agreed, lifting her so that her pale thighs were wrapped snuggly around his hips. Turning slightly, he found the low bench against the wall of the garden and sat down. “Now, lass, let’s take some of that edge off,” he purred.
Katrin sighed, making short work of his breeches and reaching in for him. He was hot, thick, and the precum leaked from the head of cock in anticipation. “Enough talk, Bryn,” she growled softly, her fingers stroking the velvety skin of his cock.
Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required: The Epilogue" 2/2
Date: 2014-02-04 02:40 pm (UTC)Katrin buried her head against his shoulder, muting her gasps and moans as he drove his thick cock in and out of her. Somehow having to keep quiet intensified the pleasure that rose in her and made her want to cry out even more. She fisted her fingers in his leathers as he shifted within her, changing his angle and brushing against the spongy flesh beneath her that had her shivering out her first orgasm moments later. She found Brynjolf’s mouth, her soft scream of completion barely contained as he took her lips in a devastating kiss. The force of her contractions in her channel sent him over the edge too and Brynjolf’s shout of completion was muffled in their kiss as well. Slowly, shivering with aftershocks, they settled against each other. Spent, she reached up to brush back Brynjolf’s red hair. “I can say for a fact my mother would not approve of us using her garden like this,” she agreed, settling more comfortably on his lap.
Brynjolf chuckled, drawing the little Breton closer to his bare chest. “Aye, lass. Now, how quickly can we make it home?” he purred, nuzzling the curve of her ear.
Katrin sighed against Brynjolf’s heart, comforted by the soft, steady thudding within. “Depends on how many more gardens are between here and there,” she allowed, offering a quick grin.
Brynjolf groaned as they slowly separated and began redressing, his eyes following his lover as she recovered her body in the dark leather of the Thieves’ Guild. “This could be a long night then, lass.”
Curling around Brynjolf, Katrin grinned up at her lover before starting towards the garden gate. “Long but very enjoyable.”
Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required: The Epilogue" 2/2
Date: 2014-02-04 07:18 pm (UTC)OP returns!
Date: 2014-02-05 01:21 pm (UTC)You've just added to the hotness, A!A!
I think I'm more in love with Bryn than I was before.
*fans self*
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Date: 2014-02-06 11:13 pm (UTC)Brynjolf nodded, setting the satchel with their loot on the table nearby and locking the door behind them. “Aye, lass, I think we still have Nocturna’s favor,” he whispered, stepping closer to her.
Katrin chuckled, turning to face her lover. “Considering that we weren’t caught in any of those gardens, I’d have to agree,” she admitted, her palm cupping his cheek as she gazed up into his eyes. “My handsome, handsome Nightengale.”
Brynjolf nuzzled against her palm, allowing a small smile to trace his lips as he gazed down at this woman who had slipped seamlessly into his life. “Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, lass.” He glanced about, a speculative gleam filling his eyes. “How long ‘til the house is no longer abed?” he purred, nuzzling her throat as he tugged her closer, eying the tabletop speculatively.
Katrin sighed, melting against the red-haired thief. “Hours yet, Bryn,” she allowed, resting her palm over his heart. “But the next time I ride you, I don’t want to have to be quiet,” she confided, tugging Brynjolf towards the staircase.
Brynjolf snagged a handful of apples from a nearby bowl, tucking them into pockets of his jacket as he followed Katrin noiselessly up the staircases to the top floor and her bedchamber. Once he had her in bed, he was determined they would stay there awhile, he decided, taking a bite from one of the apples. At Katrin’s glance over her shoulder he tossed her an apple as well, grinning when he saw her take a corresponding bite from her own. “Oh, you won’t have to be quiet, lass,” he grinned, stepping into the bedroom, laying his bounty of apples on the bedside table and rounding on Katrin. “Now, where were we?”
Katrin leaned against the door, her back pressed to the carved wood as she eyed Brynjolf hungrily. “About to enjoy the luxuries of a sound-proofed bedchamber, I believe,” she teased, slowly sauntering towards the red-haired Nord who continued to amaze her. With each step she unfastened a buckle or button until she finally stood before him, her jacket hanging open. “Does that sound about right, Bryn?”
Brynjolf pushed the jacket of her Guild leathers from her shoulders, the supple dark leather dropping with a whisper to the rug beneath their feet. “Aye, lass,” he breathed, stepping closer to run his hands from her wrists to her shoulders, fingers mapping faint trails of tiny freckles that speckled her otherwise fair skin. He followed the meandering constellation of freckles across her collarbone and down to her breasts, his palms cupping and weighing them. “Sound-proofed, you say? Is that why your housecarl never bothers us when I'm making you moan?”
Katrin nodded, eyes fluttering shut as his lips traced patterns on her throat as his hands stroked and tugged and teased her sensitive nipples. “Yes, Bryn,” she admitted with a breathy sigh, curling into him as his teeth caught her earlobe, tugging gently on the sensitive flesh. Her own fingers turned their attentions to his own leathers, unfastening and unbuckling the buttery leather until she could trace feathery caresses from his collarbone to his navel. “Now, wasn’t there something about riding that we discussed earlier?”
Brynjolf grinned down at the Breton in his arms, shrugging off his own jacket before he crouched before her, swiftly pulling off her boots and pants before he stripped himself of the same. He slung an arm beneath her knees and swung her up into his arms, earning a squeak of surprise. “Aye. I believe you wanted to ride me. And not have to be quiet,” he affirmed, setting her on the bed and climbing on beside her. Stretched out, hands laced behind his head, he watched her with hooded eyes. “Who am I to argue with you, lass?” he asked, smirking slightly.
Katrin smiled as she climbed atop him, his cock pressing against her cleft. “And that is why you are a very smart man, Bryn.” Sinking onto him, she let out a hissing breath as he filled her once again. “A very, very smart man.”
Re: Any/Any - Steamy Make Out Session Brynjolf/F!DB "No Instruction Required: The Proposal" 1/?
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Date: 2014-02-07 12:50 pm (UTC)Katrin’s brow rose in puzzlement as her eyes flickered from the silk-wrapped parcel to Brynjolf’s face. “Bryn? It’s not my birthday,” she murmured, her rhythm faltering. His length was firm and hot within her and her nethers begged her to continue. But the mystery of the parcel had to take precedence, her rational mind argued. The silk was of high quality—meaning he’d likely visited Radiant Raiments for the length. That must have been interesting, she thought with an internal shudder. “What is this?” she asked nervously, her fingers hovering but not quite touching the silk wrap.
Brynjolf blew out an exasperated breath. “Lass, just open it, won’t you?” His hands rested on her thighs as he watched her, kneading the bunching muscles there.
Katrin stared at the package for a moment before she picked it up. The silk cloth fell away easily and an amulet—one she recognized quite well—lay in her hand. You simply did not live in Riften without being cornered at least once by an enthusiastic follower of Mara “Bryn?” she asked in a small voice, holding the amulet of Mara in her palm.
Brynjolf held his breath as Katrin stared between the amulet and himself. She wasn’t running away. He took that as a good sign. Reaching up, he tugged her down so that her head rested over his heart, his hands stroking her back. “It’s an amulet of Mara, lass. Now, I know it’s a tad presumptuous on my part, but I’d like you to wear it for me,” he purred.
Katrin shuddered atop him and sat up, staring down at him. “You want me to wear it for you. You know what this amulet symbolizes, Bryn. What it means.” Her fingers were shaking—by the Divines, her whole body was vibrating, he realized.
Brynjolf sat up, clutching his lover to him as he claimed her lips. “Aye, lass. It means that I’m yours and you’re mine. That I’ll have the honor and privilege of worshipping your body every day and night, of being your partner and friend for the rest of our lives, and of seeing your belly swell with our wee bairns for many years to come and sharing in the joys and heartaches that will be our life together,” he whispered. “It means that I’m asking you to be my wife.” He held his breath as he waited.
Katrin, tears filling her eyes, slowly reached up and fastened the amulet around her neck, careful the catch at the back of her neck didn’t catch in her hair. “With a proposal like that, Bryn, I’d be daft to say no. Yes, Bryn, I’ll be your wife,” she breathed, swiping at the tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks.
Brynjolf let out a whoop of pure joy and took her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. Rolling them over, he stared down at Katrin, his eyes falling to the amulet that nestled between her breasts. “I love you, Kat,” he admitted, meeting her gaze as he began to move within her, speeding them both towards the explosion their bodies were both craving.
Katrin traced her fingers down the scar on his cheek, smiling up at her soon-to-be-husband. “I love you too, Bryn. Now, can we get back to some mutual worshipping?” she asked innocently as her internal muscles to clenched deliciously around his cock.
Brynjolf let out a shuddering moan and nodded. “Absolutely, wife,” he purred.
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