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From: (Anonymous)
(A!A here...sorry for the delay...RL broke in and had its wicked way with me. But here's the next installment. :)

Katrin sighed as they broke the kiss, her hands resting on his chest and her eyes still shut as she savored the lingering taste of Brynjolf on her lips. Cracking open one eye, she offered a tiny smile. “For some reason I have a voice sounding very much like my mother telling me to send a thank you note to Ancano for all of this.”

Brynjolf frowned, puzzlement in his expression. “Ancano—wait, the mark from the College?” He shook his head, guiding Katrin backwards until her knees collided with the bed and then lowering her backwards onto the bedspread. Crouching beside her, he surveyed his prize. “Why would you want to thank him?” he asked, dipping down to nuzzle her throat below her ear.

Katrin let out a slow sigh as his mouth played with her throat. “Because, Bryn, if I hadn’t pinched the Thalmor’s cup and gotten his very interesting form of payback, I wouldn’t be here with you,” she explained, pushing him back so that he lay slightly propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed. Slinging her leg over him, she settled astride him, the head of his cock brushing deliciously against her. “Hence, the thank you note,” she explained, leaning down to capture his lips.

Brynjolf shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Lass, sometimes I worry for your sanity,” he admitted. His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto his cock. “And, to be fair, this,” he motioned between himself and Katrin as he finally was fully sheathed within her, “was going to happen regardless.”

Katrin arched a brow, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling the wonderful fullness of Brynjolf’s thick cock in her channel and the way he rubbed all those wonderful spots inside her with his length. “Really? Regardless?” she breathed, leaning forward and dropping a kiss on his chin.

Brynjolf’s hands cupped her ass, massaging the flesh as he started to guide her atop him in a pleasurable rhythm. “Aye. Ever since you left with Mercer for the Snow Veil Sanctum,” he admitted, leaning up to capture one of her pink-tipped nipples in his lips. “Knew that it was just a matter of time before you were mine.”

Katrin shuddered as Brynjolf sped his thrusts up inside her, letting her head fall back in surrender. “Yours? Tad presumptuous there, aren’t you, Bryn?” she teased. Not that he was wrong—she really hadn’t even noticed any other man since meeting Brynjolf. Damnably inconvenient, if she were going to be honest, since there were no shortage of handsome men in Skyrim. She shifted atop him, pulling him deeper as her inner muscles clenched around him.
From: (Anonymous)
oh you can not believe it .. but it is more and more hot .. and .. oh my Gods Brynjolf is super sexy!
From: (Anonymous)
Your Brynjolf is absolutely ... Brynjolf! "His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto His cock." And, to be fair, this, "he motioned between Himself and Katrin as he was finally fully sheathed Within her," was going to happen regardless. "... I look .......... the rest .... I look every day for you! ^^
From: (Anonymous)
I'm going to roll! I need the rest! Fantastic!
From: (Anonymous)
aahahh Ancano? He was the mark? Look for more cookies!
From: (Anonymous)
I couldn't resist--Ancano just seemed the sort who might have just the devious, twisted sense of humor to pull something like this off. Glad you approve. And thank you for the cookies. More is coming. :)
From: (Anonymous)
Brynjolf groaned, his broad hands cupping her ass. “Presumptuous? You wound me, lass.” He gazed up at the woman riding him, her head thrown back, her hands clutching at him unconsciously. Her body wasn’t unmarked—in their trade it wasn’t uncommon for one to have a variety of scars. One, though, looked newer than most. He traced the line of the scar where it trailed just under her ribs. “What is this one?”

Katrin glanced down, wincing at the memory connected with that particular scar. “Mercer.”

Brynjolf’s eyes hardened at the name of the late Guild Master and he pressed his palm over the scar. “I never knew.” He’d never thought to ask either Karliah or Katrin exactly what had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum, always assuming that they would eventually tell him.

Katrin leaned down, forcing his gaze to lift from her scar to her eyes. “Brynjolf, let it go. He’s gone.” Her lips quirked up as she stroked her fingers down the scar on his cheek. “Our scars help make us who we are. Now,” she rolled her hips, earning a moan from the man beneath her. “I’m done talking about Mercer Frey. I’d rather talk about something else. Do you have any ideas?”

Brynjolf pulled her down, his mouth claiming hers as he rolled them over so he was atop her. “Aye, lass. I think I’d rather discuss what we’ll have for breakfast,” he teased.

Katrin giggled beneath him, her laughter morphing into moans as Brynjolf began to move in earnest within her, building her quickly towards an explosive orgasm. Clutching him to her, her internal muscles massaged and clutched at his length as he drove into her again and again. Over and over again she rocked with him feeling him swelling as she drew nearer and nearer her peak. He was exquisite, she allowing, watching him move above her. Reaching up, she cupped her palm against his cheek, the stubble on his cheek rasping against her skin. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed as his lips captured hers.
From: (Anonymous)
is not enough ice in the house! It melts!
From: (Anonymous)
This couple is very hot, it is certainly very interesting the way in which a embarrassing episode, the two are finished to know the feelings mutual! Brynjolf is hot!
From: (Anonymous)
cookies and hot chocolate! There's more?
From: (Anonymous)
there is the possibility that there is more? I'm loving this!there's something like ... the next morning, or deal with the feeling?
From: (Anonymous)
Brynjolf’s nose wrinkled slightly as an unfamiliar smell greeted him. Bacon. Eggs. Sweetrolls. Slowly he cracked open his eyes, gazing sleepily around the bedroom he’d laid claim to for the past few days. The sheets lay rumpled on Katrin’s side, the warmth under his palm telling him she’d risen within the past few minutes. But she wasn’t there now, and Brynjolf quietly dragged himself from the comfort of her straw-stuffed mattress to hunt for her.

Wrapping the top sheet around his waist, he padded barefoot towards the kitchen area. His steps were light and he was careful to avoid the few squeaky boards that littered the wooden floor. Leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, he took in the vision before him. Clad only in his tunic was Katrin, her attention focused on the food currently cooking over the hearth. Bacon sizzled in a pan while sweetrolls warmed on the stones of the hearth. On the table lay a bowl of golden yellow eggs and his stomach rumbled, giving away his position.

Katrin glanced up from the food cooking, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the fire before her. “You’re awake,” she grinned, slowly straightening as she took in the chiseled Nord standing naked save for her sheets held loosely at his hips. “I hope you don’t mind—after our conversation last night, I thought a proper breakfast might be a nice treat.”

Brynjolf grinned, pushing off from the doorframe to pad towards Katrin. “Aye, lass. A treat it surely is.” Leaning down he caught her lips, his mouth hungry against her as he pulled her against him. “And the food is a nice touch as well.”

Katrin chuckled as she found herself with an armful of amorous Nord. “I’m glad you approve.”

Brynjolf nodded, lips trailing down her throat. “Aye, lass. Now, can the breakfast wait for a few minutes? I can think of a few appetites that need satisfying before our bellies.” Leaning back, he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his emerald gaze. “If you’re amenable?”

The sweetrolls soon found themselves on a plate, the pan with the bacon taken away from the flame, and a plate set over the bowl of eggs to keep the heat in. All done with salvaging their breakfast, Katrin turned her attention back to the flame-haired man. “Aye, Bryn. I can think of little you could offer that I wouldn’t be amenable to,” she admitted with a shy smile as she stepped back into his arms.

“Careful, lass. A man might take advantage of that quite easily,” warned the thief, guiding Katrin back to the bedroom and the bed they had shared. Settled back on the mattress together, Brynjolf held Katrin against him. “Luckily for you, I would never take advantage of you. Now, you on the other hand,” he trailed off with a chuckle.

Katrin chuffed indignantly, a smile tugging at her lips. “Are you saying that I would take advantage of you, Master Brynjolf?” She tried to glare at Brynjolf but failed as a giggle escaped her lips. “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid.” She paused, her expression sobering as she trailed her fingers over his chest, the dusting of red chest hair silky beneath her fingertips. “I don’t regret this, though,” she admitted quietly.
From: (Anonymous)
Brynjolf sucked in a breath as she raised her eyes to meet his. “Neither do I, lass.” He swallowed, searching Katrin's gaze. He only saw trust and love in her eyes and the promise of a home he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for until now. “Mind making this a permanent arrangement, lass?” he purred against his lips, his arousal pressing against her hip through the sheet still wrapped around him. “I don’t fancy the idea of sharing you with any other.”

Katrin gasped, surprise and pleasure blooming in equal parts in her eyes. “Are you serious, Bryn? I never thought—“she trailed off. He did, after all, have a reputation. A well-earned one, if the ladies of Riften were to be believed. Then again, she could hardly cast stones what with her trail of past lovers. And the look in his eyes told her that he was serious. “Yes, Bryn. I’d love to make this a permanent arrangement,” she answered quietly, her lips catching his.

“Then a wee favor, lass,” grinned Brynjolf, tugging the sheet from between them as he pressed Katrin back into the mattress, settling back within the cradle of her thighs with a sigh.

Katrin offered a lazy smile as she hooked her ankles behind him. “Anything, Bryn,” she whispered as he sank into her, her head pressing back into the pillows as she arched beneath him.

“I want a damned door.”

~FIN~
From: (Anonymous)
:D :D :D OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!!!
From: (Anonymous)
perfect ending that ties in well with the next story! is a really nice couple, hot, sexy ... but so romantic!
From: (Anonymous)
This was incredibly hot and sweet! Thank you so much for this!

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