Chapter Three

Argis couldn't stop watching her from the end of her bed, he also couldn't help but feel ridiculously aroused when he thought of that night. She was the last woman he had made love to and it had been months since then. He secretly thought that perhaps if he could get her drunk then he might get lucky, maybe she'd even remember it and she would realise that he loved her more than anything, if drunken sex ever told a tale as romantic as that one. In reality she would likely never want to speak to him again, let alone visit him here.

He finally pulled himself up and walked to her, stirring her from her slumber.

"If you're going to sleep do it somewhere more comfortable," He said to her, trying to make some sense in her tired honeyed eyes. She mumbled something incoherent to him, turning her head and closing her eyes once more. Argis let out an annoyed sigh and pulled her off the chair and up into his arms, her head automatically positioning itself under his neck. He could feel her warm breath and the strength of her arms as they slunk around his neck.

He carried her to her room and placed her gently on the bed, beginning to move away before she grasped his hand, bringing him back to her.

"That meal was so delicious Argis," She mumbled her eyes still closed. He crouched down beside her and brushed the small strands of dark hair that had fallen across her scarred face.

"I'm glad," He replied his voice low and gruff.

"So full," A childish smile crept across her lips and he looked down at her with adoration. He leant in closer, the proximity between them intense; he kissed her cheek lightly trying to resist the temptation to tell her how beautiful she looked. She let out a little moan pouting her lips as Argis moved away, distance growing between them. He didn't want her to dismiss him just yet, he wanted many more adventures with her across Skyrim, and he didn't want to be cooped up in Vlindrel Hall and Markarth. He wanted to see the world but only if it was with her.

He moved away to the table, warming himself in front of the fire. He chose a random book from the book shelf and slowly read each page, finding it a little boring. He didn't like days like these where his Thane wanted rest and he felt eager to fight and kill. He looked occasionally around the stone wall to see if she had awoken and for hours he waited until she stirred, sluggish and worn. He had finally gotten himself into the book when she called out to him, making him jump.

"Argis the Bulwark," She pronounced his name with a seductive voice, definitely grabbing his attention. He peered over the edge of the book at her, curious as to what her intent was, "What do you think?" She strolled towards him, her hips swaying in a white linen gown he had forgotten she owned, she watched his eyes widen with curiosity and he placed his book down on the table, "Makes a change from wearing the armour," She smirked and stood in front of him, his eyes ate up every inch of her body, watching the way the linen cloth curved with her hips, the way the dress delicately cupped her breasts. It drove him wild and he struggled to maintain a straight face.

"Aye," He watched her twirl thinking that she was mad for getting him this excited without even knowing it. He could feel himself constricted in his pants, his erection pressing up against his armour, more uncomfortable than ever.

"Don't you want to relax a bit?" She pouted, resting her hands on his shoulders, "Take it all off," She licked her lips. Argis gave her a careful look, reluctant to obey his Thane. She leant forwards and the Amulet of Mara hung in the air, flickering against the light of the fire. He swallowed hard and turned back to his book, "Don't ignore me," She protested, "What do I have to do to get you in interested in this?" She grabbed his book and tossed it into the flames, he turned to her with a scowl and opened his mouth to argue when she pressed her lips against his, straddling him.

"My Thane?" He grabbed her shoulders and held her away at a distance, worried that she might feel the aching region between his thighs. She gave him a wanting stare, her blue eyes deep and unreadable. His grip slackened and she kissed him again, wrapping her fingers around his neck and deepening the kiss, brushing her tongue against his own. She let out a small moan, enough indication that he should want her back because she definitely wanted him.

He moved his hands around her back, tugging at the buttons of her linen dress, she grinned between kisses, the fabric falling from her shoulders. She pressed herself against him, the coolness of his armour causing her to shiver.

"Be gentle with me," She whispered, nibbling his earlobe, he let out a little chuckle embracing her. He started kissing her neck and moved down to her collarbone, finding her sensitive spots. He wanted to make this last, the only chance he would ever have to make love to his Thane and have her want it just as bad as he did.

He moved his hands and fondled her breasts, as she stupidly tried to undo his armour; she started to pant as his lips caressed her hardened nipple, his hands slipped underneath the cotton and she gasped as his fingers brushed her most sensitive spot. She tugged his head up and planted ardent kisses against his lips; he delved into her with a finger, stroking the sensitive nub with his thumb, stirring up a frenzied passion inside her as she shuddered against him. She moaned, her chest rising falling rapidly as she tightened around him.

He grabbed her and held her tightly against him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I need you in me...now," She choked, her voice riddled with desperation. He growled in excitement and laid her down on the table, tossing the goblets and platters to the floor. He pulled away the rest of his armour and pushed up against her, wanting her to squirm in anticipation. She grabbed his length, causing him to moan; she guided him into her and sighed with delight, their lips meeting once more.

He moved slowly, watching her face twist in bliss, teasing her. She grew impatient and grabbed his hips, pulling him into her. He growled wanting the pleasure of dominating her. She mewled in ecstasy; he pleased her with harder, faster thrusts, his fingers caressing every inch of her body. Stroking her breasts and moving down to her stomach and rubbed the sensitive nub once more. She let out a nostalgic groan that reverberated through her body. He could feel her tighten, her body already wanting to explode. Her body arched and he felt her orgasm plummet through her, losing himself in his own release, his eyes searching hungrily for her ocean iris.

He carried her to the bedroom, her lips brushing kisses down his neck. He placed her down and kissed her again, her hands wrapping around him and pulling him down onto the bed next to her.

"I hope you don't plan on leaving," She sighed, resting her head against his chest. He lay next to her, a little rigid with his arm around her shoulders and the other above his head. He found it difficult to believe what had happened, that she had wanted him and they had both devoured each other.

"No," He let out, his voice a little faint, "No, I won't leave my Thane."

"It wasn't an order," She frowned, "If we were married would you still call me Thane?" She sat up a bit and looked down at him, his face slightly mortified.

"I don't know," He replied, he cleared his throat, his lip twitching with nerves. She smirked and kissed him, hoping to calm him a little bit.

"Are you interested?" She pressed, his eyebrows rose in suspicion, "Well?"

"I won't lie," He replied a small excited smile creeping across his lips, "I am," He found it a little formal, a little awkward. He couldn't seem to get his head around the fact that she was proposing to him, "And you?" A smile grew across her lips, her blue eyes dark and longing.

"I could do with a warrior as a husband," She smirked, "And you'll promise to never leave my side? Even when we fight dragons and Draugr and try to fix the world?" She joked.

"Aye," He nodded his head, feeling her pull herself on top of him, looking down at him with lustrous eyes. He traced his fingers down across her flesh, tracing every scar that painted a portrait of wonder across her white skin. He loved this woman, the way she felt, how she rocked back and forth, straddling him, how she moaned his name again and again and the way it pleased him to know he had power over her. He knew he could now punish her with all the naughty things he had once fantasied about, and she couldn't do anything about it.

A/N: A bit of romantic goodness? Hope you've enjoyed!