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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 6f
Date: 2014-05-18 12:03 am (UTC)Jaenna could practically smell the ‘if’ in his words. “On what condition?” she asked, twisting around on the bench to look at him.
He stood. “I am sure you can think of something,” he said, beginning to walk away.
“Oh, I can think of something all right,” she said. “Why don’t you free me from my oath? There. Problem solved.”
He paused, turning around to study her. “But Jaenna,” he chided. “I would like you to actually stick around a bit longer.”
Jaenna stared after him, dumbfounded, as the man turned and disappeared into his war room.
***
That night, the Jarl found Jaenna already on his bed when he returned to his rooms. He lifted his eyebrows and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. “Well, this is a surprise,” he said. “Completely visible, still clothed, and…” he pretended to look around, “no weapons or paralysis potions in sight.”
Jaenna rolled her eyes and patted the covers beside her.
Chuckling, Ulfric unstrapped his sword and set it beside the bed. He shed his armour, leaving himself in a simple shirt and trousers. He turned down the lantern, casting the bedroom into darkness. Jaenna felt the mattress dip as he joined her on the bed.
His hand stroked her sleeveless arm. When she didn’t respond, he sighed. After some fidgeting, he tucked them both under the blankets. Lying on his side and propping his head up on one arm, he asked her, “What are you thinking about?”
“Why did you say that to me this morning?”
She sensed his confusion in the darkness. “Say what?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“That you wanted me to stick around.” Lying on her back near him, Jaenna stared up at the dark ceiling. “When did your purpose for keeping me here change from ‘protecting your Stormcloaks’ to ‘wanting me to stick around?’”
Ulfric didn’t reply at first. His hand descended on her waist, then slid over her belly, his palm so warm that goose bumps jumped up all over Jaenna’s body. “Maybe it was when your purpose changed from wanting to burn us all to saving us from burning?” he suggested. “You lured down that dragon yesterday.”
“It’s what I do.” Jaenna fidgeted. “Why would you think I did it to help you?”
“A hunch.” He nuzzled her neck.
Jaenna twisted away from his coarse beard. “In case you haven’t noticed,” she said, “I’m not particularly easy to get along with.”
He rumbled his agreement, his nose still tickling her ear.
“I never was, even when I was nothing more than a runt in the Thieves Guild. You play my games with me now, but... it won’t last. It never does.”
“Hmm,” Ulfric hummed. He settled more comfortably, his head on the pillow beside hers. “Seems like something you should let someone else decide.”
Jaenna let him fold her into an easy embrace. His thumb massaged gentle circles on her hip. She wondered at what point she’d suddenly started caring whether the Jarl thought favourably of her. He’d been such a good sport, she decided. Maybe it had been when he argued with Galmar yesterday morning, without yielding even the slightest hint that Jaenna was to blame for his lack of presence. Or maybe it was when he’d admitted she’d levelled the playing field between them with something akin to admiration rather than defeat.
Did she love him?
The dragonborn snorted softly to herself. Respect and admire, yes, but how could she love the man that still kept her here? A dragon didn’t surrender, and admitting any feelings for the Jarl while under his power would be surrender.
After all the tricks they’d played on each other, it was a miracle that Ulfric even wanted her in his bed. It would be too much to hope for more. And while she was virtually a prisoner, she didn’t want anything more.
Ulfric’s lips brushed over her cheek. Jaenna closed her eyes and leaned against him. Ah, well. She’d never spent much time wondering about the future. It was the here and now, for her, and right now she was warm, comfortable, and tired of thinking.
***
Some action upcoming in the next chapter… Thank you all so much for your comments again! I will do my best to incorporate your thoughts into the story in a way that will fit true to the characters!
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