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He followed her out the Riften gates, no longer trying to hide the scowl that seemed to be his perpetual expression these days. Not even the sight of her pert arse ahead of him was enough to pull him out of this foul mood... well almost not enough. Unable to resist he let his eyes roam over the plump curves and linger, while a slight smirk of appreciation teased at his lips. He really couldn't blame the gobshite for trying again. He'd be a hypocrite if he pretended that he hadn't admired the view from behind her and imagined it under other circumstances too. If the thought of her slender legs wrapped around his hips had not tormented him for weeks.
He had lost count of how many times he'd needed to "excuse" himself into the trees to find some relief on this journey, at this point, it had been occurring so often that she most likely suspected him of having some sort of stomach ailment. That was fine, better than she know the truth. That, not a day went past without him rutting his own fist as images of her danced through his mind while he drew blood biting his lip to keep from groaning her name.
Today though he found himself struggling more than ever. The knowing look in that ginger fook's eyes had made his blood boil. Now it was all he could do to keep from turning around, marching back into the sewer, and stomping Brynjolf's skeever arse into paste beneath his boot.
"Stop it. I can hear you brooding from here."
Her voice was barely audible and yet still had his entire body reacting. It always did around her lately. The last time they were camping in the wilds she'd let out a little whimper of delight when he had given her the fresh bread that he'd had the foresight to barter off the traveling bard they'd passed. He'd had to stand up quickly to hide his body's reaction and make some pretense of wanting to check for threats before they retired for the night. The only real threat was that he was going to unman himself in his fooking pants like a green lad if she made that sound again. Shaking his head he forced himself to swallow, take a deep breath and release it slowly. "I'm not brooding. I'm just... thinking."
"Kaidan..." She took on that tone he knew meant she was worried, in a moment she was going to turn around and look at him. She'd want to talk about his feelings. Demand, again, to know why he hated the gobshite so much. The truth of which he could not bring himself to admit out loud. Let alone ever to her. There was no way he could tell her he hated Brynjolf for wanting the same thing he did. Deep down he was afraid Brynjolf would be better for her than he would or ever could be. That the thought of that fooker's hands or cock getting anywhere near her always left him shaking with rage. A fact the arsehole had quickly deduced and used to his advantage every single time they had to see him. That the pressure was starting to wear on him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself together and maintain this charade.
"It's fine. I'm fine. Let it go and let's just go."
He knew it was a mistake the moment he uttered the words. His voice had been a barely intelligible growl, the hostility seething inside him ringing through loud and clear. It was a gauntlet he knew she would not hesitate to pick up now that he had thrown it down.
Sometimes, he hated being right. She spun on her heel and while he had always known she was beautiful, even from the very first moment in that prison... now, enraged and practically spitting fire like a true dragon he found himself unable to look away. Utterly captivated he faced her head-on, eyes raking over her form. When she put her hands on her hips he found himself staring there, imagining it was his hands holding those curves as he lifted and lowered her body onto his cock, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave marks she would wear for days. Raising his eyes he met her glare with one of his own, furious that once again he'd been unable to master his own thoughts.
"That's it. I have had ENOUGH of this. I don't know what your problem is but we are not moving another step until you tell me." She flung off her pack, dropping it against the empty stretch of Riften's wall beside her and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him mulishly. "I'm waiting."
Clenching his shaking hands into fists he closed his eyes and tried one more time to get himself under control. Taking a deep breath he opened them and forced out words he didn't mean and knew she would hear the lie in yet was unable to stop himself in his current self-destructive state. "Don't know what you're talking about."
She stepped forward, toe to toe with him, and not intimidated in the least as he towered over her. Why did he find that so fooking appealing? One small hand came up and a forefinger jabbed him fiercely in the chest. "You have been an absolute asshole and just... weird for days. I mean it Kaidan. I'm tired of this. I can't keep doing this. One minute you're my friend and the next it's hours or even days of this silence with you glaring at everything and everyone. Enough already. I keep asking you to tell me what's wrong, yet here you are pushing me away yet AGAIN. Why are you so angry all the time?"
That question finally caused him to snap back at her. "Don't ask me that. I'm trying to do the right thing here. Let it go. I said I was fine, just believe me for fooking once, leave me be, and let's go."
"No." The finality with which she said those words had something inside him twisting. Her expression changed from anger to sadness. "Are you tired of traveling with me Kai? Is that it? You don't want to do this anymore? Whatever it is just tell me. Please."
It was the please that devastated him. He could take her anger, relished it even because it fueled his own and at this point, anger was the only emotion that was strong enough to overcome his desire. Her sadness... began to shred what little was left of his resolve as everything inside him came pouring out. "No! I'm not tired of you. I'll never be tired of you. I can't fooking get enough of you. That's the fooking problem!"
She blinked up at him, her brow furrowing with confusion. "I don't... understand? You haven't wanted to be around me, you won't talk to me, you can barely even bring yourself to look at me."
"Because every time I do... " He choked off the words he had been about to say and turned his back on her to rake his hands through his hair and shake his head. "I can't do this."
"Do what? Kaidan what do you want for crying out loud?" The pleading in her voice was the final straw.
"Fook me. What do I want? I'll show you what I want." He turned back to her and before she could blink he was on her, hands cupping her face as he gazed into her eyes and let her finally see everything he was feeling reflected in his own a split second before his mouth came down over hers.
He had a brief moment of clarity to marvel at the softness of her lips before he was consumed by the need inside him. To feel. To taste. To know.
His hands cradled her head, fingers threading through the silk of her hair as his thumbs gently stroked over her cheeks while his lips learned the shape of hers. He felt her body sway towards his and wrapping one arm around her waist, pulled her body flush against him. At the contact, her small hands came up to cling to his neck, the lips beneath his parting in a soft moan, and that was all the invitation he needed. The kiss gentled, no longer frantic and desperate it became something more intimate. He took his time, exploring and memorizing the shape of her mouth. Tracing her lips with the tip of his tongue and nibbling at the corners until she let out a small gasp that caused the last of his restraint to break. He took her mouth again fully, his tongue seeking out and coaxing hers to play.
The first tentative touch had him growling, the arm around her waist tightening until she was lifted off her feet. As he lost himself in the taste of her, a spicy sweetness as addictive as any sweet roll, he found himself consumed by the fact she was finally in his arms. He'd held her before. After an injury. To help her climb up a steep hill. She was prone to hugging, something he had become not just tolerant of but also had come to crave. This time though, it was different. This time he pulled her flush against him, feeling every inch of her softness melt into him. Yet it wasn't enough. It would never be enough, not with all these layers between them.
He moved forward until he could brace her back against the wall, and lowered his hands to cup those rounded curves he had stared at so hotly from behind her. Fingers kneading, massaging the firm globes as his tongue met hers stroke for stroke. She broke the kiss, throwing back her head with a shuddering breath and he let his lips trail kisses along her jaw up to her ear to whisper, "You. I want you."
She whimpered as his teeth caught her earlobe, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head and protect it from the wall as the other slid down to grip one of her thighs and wrap it around his hip. "Every morning."
A slow deep kiss, tongues sliding and dancing together before he once again dragged his mouth back to her ear. "Every night."
His teeth grazed down the side of her neck before latching onto the junction where it met her shoulder and biting down. "Every minute of every hour."
He breathed against her skin before letting his tongue swirl over the bite mark he had left to ease the sting. He lifted his head and let his eyes wander over her face, memorizing every detail. The way her lashes fluttered as she struggled to keep her eyes open. How her lips were damp and swollen from his. The race of her pulse and how her breathing would hitch with every touch of his lips. "It is always and only you."
She breathed his name, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He watched them slowly drift closed as he lowered his mouth to hers once more. He would show her what he wanted. Now. Here.
He nipped at her lips until they opened for him, then lost himself in the kiss. Tongue sliding over hers, stroking and gliding along the roof of her mouth until there was no part of it left unexplored. Until he had committed her taste to memory. The hand on her thigh slowly slid up over her hip and ribcage until it rested just below the plump fullness of one breast. His thumb gently brushed against the underside in small circles as he coaxed her tongue into his own mouth to let her explore him as fully as he had her. When she nipped at his lower lip with her sharp little teeth he groaned and let his hand slide up to fully cup the weight of her breast as his thumb gently stroked the hardened bud of her nipple. At the first touch, her body arched into him, nails digging into the back of his neck as she cried out his name.
There could be no sweeter sound to his ears. He found himself captivated by what he held in his hand. Letting his fingers curve and massage the plump fullness as his thumb explored the crest, learning what pressure and stroke made her writhe the most so he could commit it to memory. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her there, feeling that sweetly hardening nub between his lips and curling his tongue around it the same way his thumb was now. To nip, lick, and suckle there until she screamed his name. But first...
He lowered his mouth to her neck again and began making his way down to place a matching bite mark on the other side. Swirling his tongue again before moving over the delicate angles of her collarbone with hot open-mouthed kisses. Shifting his weight he switched hands, determined to give her achingly neglected breast the same treatment as its twin. She was rocking and writhing against him now, whimpering and moaning broken whispers and pleading with him, "Please... Kai..."
He lifted his head to meet her eyes and deliberately let his thumb glide over the tightened peak, then again. Back and forth. She was panting now, her hips beginning to move restlessly against him as her leg tightened around his hips to pull him closer to where she needed him. His hand began kneading, pressing, and stroking while his thumb continued to draw tiny circles around and over her nipple in never relenting strokes. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered softly, "Now the question my beautiful dragon... is what do you want?"
She licked her lips and he couldn't resist swooping in to catch her tongue again for a long deep kiss. Stroking and drawing it into his mouth to gently nip and suck on before releasing it slowly. He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled back enough to look into her eyes, one dark eyebrow slanting up in challenge as a hint of a satisfied smirk teased the corner of his mouth at her befuddled expression. "Tell me."
"I want..." She took a deep shuddering breath, as her fingers restlessly teased the nape of his neck in a way that sent chills down his spine and straight to his cock. "I... need..."
His body tensed, the thumb still stroking the crest of her breast paused as he waited holding his breath and unsure if he was desperate to hear the answer or afraid of what it would be. Perhaps, it was a mix of both. His voice came out a hoarse whisper, his own need echoing in every word. "What do you need my little dragon?"
She swallowed audibly and raised her eyes to meet his searching stare, her pupils dilated wide with desire, lower lip trembling. "You."
"Then you shall have me." Needing no further encouragement he took her mouth again, all hesitation and pretense at civility vanishing under an endlessly raging hunger. He felt as though he could not get enough of her taste and the gasping sounds she made. His hand moved with a mind of its own and suddenly pulled at her clothing. He tugged down the neckline of her shirt until with a tearing sound one plump and pert mound with it's straining peak was revealed fully to his hot stare.
"You are so fooking beautiful."
The words burst out of him as he lowered a hand to curve beneath her bottom, lifting her higher and pinning her to the wall with his body so he could duck his head and let his lips and teeth worry at the tight little bud his thumb had worked over so well. She gasped as the heat of his mouth first closed around it. When his teeth nipped and his tongue swirled circles, as he had imagined, it drew from her the most delicious whimpers he felt he had ever heard. When he finally gave in to his own deepest desires and closed his lips around the swollen peak sucking deeply, she screamed his name. That was the moment he knew he was lost.
His hand slid to her waist and began trying to unfasten the laces there. Growling around the taut peak still held in his mouth when his shaking hand could not manage the knots, he gave a fierce yank, and with a popping sound, the cords snapped, allowing her leggings to loosen enough for his hand to slide inside. He groaned loudly at the first touch of what lay beneath her clothing. Smooth warm silken skin, softer than anything he had ever known. Her belly trembled beneath his seeking fingertips as he gently traced around her belly button before letting them slowly glide lower. Releasing her nipple with an audible pop he lifted his head and took her mouth again, just as his fingers reached their intended goal. Unable to resist any longer, he let one long thick heavily calloused finger slide through her slick heat and plunge inside her. She arched her back, hips rocking into his palm as he swallowed her scream and thought it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
His senses were overloaded. He was a heartbeat away from exploding in his pants and he did not give a single shit. His tongue was in her mouth and a part of him was clenched deep inside the heat of her body. All the while she clung to him frantically kissing him back and sobbing his name. His name. She wanted him. Wanted this with him. It was all of his deepest darkest dreams breathed into life. His dragon was on fire and he was determined to fan the flames of her need into an inferno, even if it killed him. At least he'd die a fooking happy man.
He pushed down the desperate hunger to drive his cock so far inside her he would be unable to tell where he ended and she began, to claim something for himself for once in his life that was beautiful and pure even if he wasn't worthy of it. He fought back the haze that was consuming his mind and focused himself wholly on pleasuring her. His dragon had a need and he would see it satisfied. He worked a second finger inside her all the while sucking and nipping at her mouth. Her nails dug deep into his neck and shoulders, her hips began to move almost frantically as between kisses she whispered the same words over and over, "Please. Don't stop. Please."
"Never." He promised, meaning so much more than this one moment. His fingers began a steady gliding rhythm that he mimicked with his tongue. A slow glide in and as he sucked on her tongue he curled his fingers and stroked causing her inner thighs to tremble violently and her to release another frantic whimpering cry. "Don't stop. Don't."
"I won't." He breathed the words into her mouth as he continued the slow dance of advance and retreat. She was close, he could tell. Her body was tensing, her breaths coming in rapid shallow gasps, she was no longer able to form coherent words just an endless strain of sobbing pleas. He pulled back from the kiss, wanting to see her face at the moment she burst, and murmured softly, "Look at me."
Her eyes fluttered open, locking to his. The pleading desperation in them was almost his undoing. This time when he slowly slid his fingers into her body, he let his thumb move up to gently stroke over that swollen bundle of nerves which up to now had been so sorely and deliberately neglected. Her body began to flutter around his fingers, so close. Sliding them out he stroked again with his thumb watching the play of expressions over her face with fascination, then again gliding in only this time he applied pressure to that sweet bud and massaged it as he curled his fingers and stroked them over and over deep inside her. She made a token effort to fight it, overwhelmed by the intensity, and yet he was relentless. His fingers deftly curled and massaged, his thumb never easing up the pressure as it gently stroked in circles. "Fly for me, my little dragon."
He saw her eyes glaze over as her pleasure peaked and crested, nails digging so deep into his shoulders he knew she had drawn blood and he loved every fooking second of the pain. Her body clenched down hard and pulsed around his fingers as she began to shudder in his arms. His name echoed, off the wall and through the forest around them, from the broken scream that burst from her throat. Still, his fingers and thumb kept moving. His face memorized every heartbeat of this moment and sealed it away to treasure forever. "So beautiful."
He slowed the movements of his hand, as the last tremors began to fade from her limbs. When her muscles finally relaxed and her body eased her grip on him, he reluctantly slid his fingers out of her warmth. As he held her limp and sated body, cradling it to his, he felt more satisfaction from bringing her pleasure than he could remember at any other time in his life. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing, His armor crushing him to the point he was sure it would leave bruises and possibly was cutting off his circulation, yet he didn't care. This was about her. Showing her what he wanted. That he wanted her. His need at this moment didn't matter. He brushed a soft tender kiss over her lips, tracing over them and down her jaw. Nibbling his way to her ear, "My dragon... I lo..."
The roar of the dragon swooping overhead drowned out what he had been about to blurt out.
"Are you fooking kidding me right now?" He snarled and slid her down to her somewhat wobbly feet, drawing his sword he placed himself between her and the dark shadow swooping back over them. He spared a glance over his shoulder and met her shaky gaze. He paused for a heartbeat to memorize her at this moment. Her hair was mussed and half falling out of her braid. Lips swollen and red from his attention. He could see several love bites on her neck, her shirt was draped barely covering the tips of her breasts and if he looked hard enough he knew he would see the rash from his stubble marking up the creamy skin. She held her pants together at the waist with one fist and stared at him, a slow smile spreading across her face at the obvious frustration on his. "Arngeir did say the Gods have a sense of humor. Let's kill a dragon... and then it's my turn to ask the question. "
At her cheeky grin and pointed gaze to where his armor was clearly the most uncomfortable he felt something that had been tightly coiled inside his chest loosen and free him. He matched her grin with a wicked one of his own. "Then let's kick this fooker's ass. I have... many answers to give you. All night long preferably."
He turned back to face the dragon and not even its ugly fire-spitting face could wipe the big arse grin off his at the sound of her laughter behind him.