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A Beautiful Hatred, 9B/11

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Ravyn's tone made Nalasa even more intensely aware of the close contact between their bodies. She could feel every small movement of his muscles, even through his leather armor. She felt suddenly short of breath as she realized that the hardness next to her crotch was definitely not his dagger sheath.

"Oh, don't I?" She intended to speak haughtily, but it came out as a rasping whisper, like ash in the throat. She swallowed. His pupils dilated visibly at the tone of her voice.

"So it's like that." He sounded short of breath himself.

"It always was. Don't tell me you didn't notice."

"You're my enemy, Listener," he spat. "In case you hadn't noticed. I don't make love to Dark Brotherhood n'wah."

N'wah? Oh, that was rich. They were both exiles. "Who said anything about love? I don't make love to weaklings who ambush their targets in bed, you fetcher."

"Weakling, is it?" The dagger pressed down.

Her throat felt very dry, but she didn't dare swallow again. "My Voice has recovered. I can Shout you off me faster than you can slit my throat."

"Then why don't you?"

She took a small breath from the gut. "Fus." He landed against the far wall, and before he could recover, she was atop him, Mehrunes' Razor at his throat.

He stared up at her. His eyes were still burning with rage and lust, but he was smiling now. Mocking.

She would make him pay for that smile. Deliberately, still holding his gaze, she reached with her offhand and found the place on his inner arm that neither leather doublet nor pauldron quite covered. She ran a finger along the gap, feeling the heat of his skin through his thin cotton undershirt. He rewarded her with a gasp. She smiled slowly. "N'wah, I believe you were saying?"

"Damned n'wah," he gasped. She grinned and moved her hand down to the bulge in his trousers. His eyes widened.

Her hand sought the fastenings of his girdle, but the damned complicated straps defeated her. Still holding the blade to his throat, she dared a glance down.

It was a mistake. She never saw the arm that twisted her wrist, sending the Razor skittering away. Seconds later, his knife was against her stomach. "Lost track of your victim's hands," he observed. "Is that what you teach your Dark Brootherhood recruits?"

"I was distracted!" Pathetic protest, and she damned well knew it. She arched her back to get away from his knife. Ravyn made a noise that would not have been out of place from a hungry wolf. He pulled the dagger up through the thin fabric of her nightshirt, which split with a harsh ripping sound. The point grazed the skin of her chest, leaving a line of red agony that vanished just as quickly. A cold tingling sensation spread from the scratch.

He had her blade in his belt and her hands behind her back before the brief paralysis wore off. "I heard the rumors," he said conversationally as he fastened the cord about her wrists. "The Dark Brotherhood rising to power again, headed by the Dragonborn herself. I didn't want to believe it."

She couldn't even blink. Her eyes burned.

"I despised you, but I could hardly imagine you as an assassin. Far too trusting. It seems I was only half wrong."

"Trusting? Of you?" She realized she had spoken aloud; the paralysis was already wearing off. She felt tingling spreading up her arms from her fingertips.

"You are surprisingly easy to track, you know. I've been shadowing you since Yngvild. Did you know you moan in your sleep?"

"Fuck you." Her lips felt thick and she tingled all over, but she could move again. Her hands might be tied, but they were hardly her only weapon. All she needed was an opening. In just a moment. As soon as she was done enjoying the sensation of warm leather armor against the bare skin of her back. He wasn't slitting her throat at this particular moment, after all.

Ravyn laughed softly. "I'd like that."
He spun her to face him, her back against the wall. "But I wonder if you would."