Vilkas can remember the very first time she walked into Jorrvaskr. His eyes were wide in shock, she walked right up to Kodlak and asked the old man to join the Companions. When he thinks back to that day he can remember his first thought;
"Nothing good will come of her joining the Companions."
He couldn't be more wrong. She was strong and a true warrior. She helped Kodlak kill his beast-spirit and worked with Kodlak to find a cure for lycanthropy. It put him at an ease knowing that Kodlak's soul now lived on in Sovngarde, but Vilkas still had the beast-blood and as each day pasted it only got harder for him to control.
His Brother, Farkas told him that she helped him in curing his beast-blood. Farkas would tell the story quite often. They both traveled to Ysgramors Tomb and while inside the tomb they throw a Glenmoril Witch Head into a fire pit and she fought off his beast-spirit. The story was told almost nightly when the Companions would gather together at the Bannered Mare for mead and celebration. At the end of the story everyone would cheer and clap, holding up their mead bottles in her honer.
Then her face would light up with her glowing beautiful smile. Her cheeks would turn crimson red, the same color of her slicky short hair. She was so beautiful that Vilkas sometimes thought that she wasn't real, but there she was right in front of him with her dark green eyes pricing through his soul. Her hips rocking roughly against him and her strong arms holding him down. Her beautiful toned body moving up and down onto him, making his body feel a strong pleasure he thought no man could ever feel. Soft sighs escaped her parted pink lips and she kissed all across his neck. She pulled her teeth down on his earlobe making him moan in pure bliss. He felt a fire build in his abdomen and he know he was close, he wasn't going to last much longer with what she was doing to him. He could almost feel his body give into her.
"Vilkas, it's mourning, time to wake up."
Vilkas woke in a cold sweet and he could hardly breath. He took a quick look around his room and it had only been a dream.
"Vilkas are you up, can you hear me?"
Vilkas heard a hard knock at his door.
"Yes, I'm getting up, Aela I'll me you upstairs."
That would be the end of his night. How he wish it was all real. He wanted to be with her more then anything, to touch Ember's warm skin and embrace her fire.