Chapter One
He was certainly surprised when she had first asked him, it had come out of nowhere and even though she was curled up next to him snoring in the most unattractive fashion, he could not believe his luck.
He had followed her for years, watched her grow and since the day he had first met his Thane he had already fallen in love with her. For months he had been planning on ways to confess to her and when they returned to Vlindrel Hall she had already beaten him to it. And here he was lying naked on the bed next to her, in disbelief of what had happened a few hours ago. He was shocked that he had finally gotten another chance to make love to her, thankfully sober this time, and even more shocked at the surprise she had saved until afterwards.
She had proposed to him and he had automatically agreed. It wasn't that Argis was now having doubts about marrying his Thane; he would have given anything to be the only man to stand beside her and for them to depart this world and enter Sovngarde, when the time called for it. It was just that he was finding it overwhelming. Things had happened so fast and one minute they were having sex and enjoying the moment and the next he had agreed to be her husband.
She let out a large snore and rolled over, he tucked the green quilt around her more to keep her warm as he slipped out of the bed. He searched around for a spare linen shirt and cotton trousers before cleaning up the mess they caused during their intimacy.
He gathered up the armour he had so carelessly torn off and placed it in the corner of the room. He picked up the goblets and platters he had flung off the table before he laid her down on the table and made love to her. He put them back in their rightful place and noticed the white linen gown strewn across a wooden chair. His groin ached as he pictured his Thane in it; the cotton gliding across her white skin and how the gown perfectly cupped her luscious pearl breasts.
He tried to calm himself, to ignore the bulging erection because there was nothing he could do about it at this hour. He turned his attention to stoking the fire, sparking the embers once more. He fetched more firewood and placed it atop the newborn flames.
"What are you doing?" Eve called out in a tired voice. He looked around and saw her peeking around the stone wall at him.
"Nothing My Thane," He replied cautiously, careful to hide his erection from her prying azure eyes. It didn't help that she was still naked and his mind had already started to replay her erotic noises. He struggled to contain himself, to stop himself from claiming her again; but he was her Housecarl and his morals taught him that no man should be that forward.
But she had seen his dominating nature and Eve had revelled in it, it had taken her by surprise the first time on that drunken night, she had never seen Argis so... intimate. Of course there had been times on the battlefield where she had seen his more sensitive sides and his protective side but they didn't compare to the look that he had given her when he devoured her.
His eyes were wanting, desperate even and the way he touched her was fierce but sensational. He was gentle but hungry, his movements animalistic and provocative and yet she had let him claim her against the sheets to have him want her just as much as she had always wanted him, even if she hadn't let on.
She was shocked at her proposal, the words slipped out of her mouth before she could give them a second thought. She had dreamed of being the fair maiden and Argis to be the stronger out of the two, but she was the Dragonborn and there was no other more capable fighter than she. But that didn't mean she didn't want Argis to propose to her. She still wanted that tiny glimmer of her femininity left, but she had already gone and ruined that.
"Come back to bed," She asked, her voice quiet.
"Yes My Thane," He swallowed hard and walked awkwardly towards her, watching her scowl at him as he tried insistently on hiding the bulging region barely hidden beneath the cotton trousers.
He felt slightly ashamed of himself and he also felt a little stupid. He wanted to act dignified, a suitable man to call himself the Dragonborn's husband, not a horny Housecarl who constantly thought of claiming the sexy Nord woman in front of him.
"You're not hiding it very well," Eve chuckled, watching her curve around the stone wall. He watched her saunter towards the bed, her sexy rear end inviting him to put his morals to the side so that he could make love to her again and again and make sure that they would never have to leave the bedroom.
"Sorry," Argis replied nervously, his body rigid, "My Thane," She tossed him a disapproving look as she slid between the sheets.
"In the morning I'll make it so that you'll never have to call me Thane again," She retorted brushing her dark hair out of her face. He pulled off the linen shirt and crawled into bed next to her, careful not to lie too close in case he touched her with his aching member.
"I will not stop calling you Thane," He responded, his arms above his head, he closed his eyes briefly before feeling her grab him. He shot his eyes apart and met her cerulean eyes that told tales of adventure and loneliness.
He tried to keep his expression still as she slid her fingers across his length. But it all became too much as she wrapped her mouth around him. He groaned zealously, his entire body quivering. He struggled to hold himself together, bright stars exploding in his eyes as he watched her claim him with such passion and with such eagerness.
He wanted the moment to last a little longer, but as her pace quickened and he felt her take him deeper he gripped onto the sheets, desperate to hold out. He let out a desperate groan, his whole body trembling as he let go, his mind filled with the darkness of lust, and his heart thumping heavily as she quenched his hunger.
He ran his fingers through her hair and would gladly repay her with as many things as she wanted to say thank you for the rather surprising, yet unbelievably satisfying gift. He grinned rather dazedly as she sat up, licking her lips and brushing the mane of hair out of her face. Her cheeks were a rose shade, her blue eyes darker than before, he hardly resisted the chance to call her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He watched her blush further, grabbing the sheets and pulling it over her shoulders.
"Tomorrow we will travel to Riften," She started, watching him nod in agreement, a permanent fulfilled grin plastered across his handsome face.
"As you will my Thane," He replied gruffly, stroking his coarse fingers across her skin.
"To get married," She continued rather sternly. He stared at her through narrowed eyes, his satisfaction almost deflated.
She had come to the conclusion that the sooner that she and Argis got married the quicker he would learn not to call her Thane, perhaps he would find himself a new pet name for her, something which suited their relationship.
She didn't dwell on the thought of rushing things, she had proposed to Argis the previous evening and she had prepared herself already for being a bit more than just his Thane. It wasn't as if they were strangers to each other, they had spent years together already and they knew each other inside and out. It was time to take the next step. And perhaps Argis could be mentioned as husband to the Dragonborn in ancient legends once they had departed this world.
It was rather odd for Eve to be feeling so sentimental. She was a fierce, dominating and blood thirsty Nord who craved war and money or even better; glory. It was even stranger for her to consider a sort of retirement, with years passing by quickly and the dragon crisis over, Skyrim just didn't need her power anymore. Perhaps it was time for her to settle down in one of her houses and make a life for the both of them, definitely a simpler kind of life. But Eve considered it and she knew that Argis would be against a peaceful, perfect idealistic life such as that. He craved the war more than she did, but she guessed he liked it more because he had the chance to protect her, his only real incentive in life.
She would keep that thought a secret from him until the right time came, if there ever was such a time. Although a retirement would not be in a near future, Eve hoped that at some point she could put aside her birth right and just be like everyone else. It was enough already, she had seen far more of this world that she could have ever dreamed of. She had attempted things that simple folk could only think of, having travelled into the bowls of Blackreach and even walked the plain of the dead to kill a beast who had cursed this land. It was an experience she would never forget and her legacy had already been written.
She had saved Nirn from the World-eater, saved Skyrim from destroying itself, eliminating the Imperials from this province and declaring Skyrim self-ruling. Perhaps the Thalmor were still a problem but that was no business of her own, she had done what was asked of her, and in the process she had gotten richer and too famous.
It seemed that Skyrim was now sitting in the palm of her hand, with the Dark Brotherhood at her disposal and the Thieves Guild raking in the coin, she was set for life. But no faction needed her, the Thieves Guild worked on its own accord and the Dark Brotherhood...well, Eve had learnt to block out the Night Mother's incessant whispering of contracts to kill. She had left the life of an assassin behind her and she wished that she had never been called the Listener.
"Married? Now?" Argis blurted out stunned more than anything.
She continued to straddle him and brushed her breasts across his broad chest. He sucked in air shocked by her forwardness.
"Yes," She whispered, leaning in close and brushing her mouth across his earlobe. Her warm breath causing a shiver to run through Argis' spine. He moved his hand up across her body, gliding over her hips and finally grabbed her by the shoulders.
"What's the rush?" He held her still looking into her azure eyes, trying to make sense in them. He didn't understand what the hurry was, she had never been so urgent before, not even when she waged war against the Stormcloaks or collected the thousands of coin the Thieves Guild had rewarded her.
It wasn't that he was against her urgency, he felt a little conflicted. When he had first been called the Dragonborn's Housecarl he found the adjustment awkward and difficult, especially when she had left him alone in Markarth during the several months she had Jordis. But when Eve took him up on his services and he followed her through thick and thin, he had gotten used to it, used to being called a Housecarl. But now, the transition of being her protector to being her husband was something that would take a lot of getting used to. That was for certain.
"It's just that..." She trailed off scrunching up her face as she tried to figure out what to say. He held her still waiting patiently for her to continue, "This is something I really want," She carried on, moving her lips against his, her voice falling to a quiet whisper; "More than anything," She kissed him passionately, moving against him, erotically enough that she started to feel his erection press up against her.
Argis wanted to give her time to think about the future, he was after all, a simple man and was easily pleased with his Thane's company. But he knew all about her hunger and want for more, it was no surprise that he expected her to rush into marriage; he just wished she'd give it more thought.
He didn't doubt how badly she wanted it; she had shown him clearly how much he meant to her, she had practically given him a heart attack, toying with him for the past night. He couldn't question her desire to marry him, and if truth be told, Argis desperately wanted to set foot in the temple and walk back out a married man, just not yet. There was plenty more adventures to be had before they could get married and Eve had promised to take him to Blackreach someday.
"Are you certain?" He struggled to keep his voice level; she had started to kiss his neck, nibbling his collarbone. He tried frantically to keep his mind intact, wanting to discuss the matter further but his body detested him.
His hips already bucked up against her own, his urgency to get laid one last time before sleep the only thought that throbbed through his body to the racing rhythm of his heart beat.
"I've never been more certain Argis," She replied, sliding herself onto him, her eyelids fluttering as he filled the empty space.
He started to move her hips slowly, building up the tension between them. He was delighted to hear the gasping moans of her desperation. It took all of his strength to resist the temptation to flip her over and plough into her, giving her the satisfaction she wanted and deserved.
He enjoyed the view, he saw a woman cast in pearl white skin, etched with pink raised stories across it. His eyes ate up the portrait before him, following the trim of her breasts, up past her collarbone and landing upon her blood red lips, watching as she nibbled them as he pleased her. He suddenly caught her gaze, her sapphire eyes the centre fixture of the masterpiece. He locked eyes with her, delving into the sea, swimming in the pleasure, losing sense of his surroundings and finding complete solace in the ocean of her iris.
She moaned loudly, echoing off the stone walls, she provoked him to lose control. He grabbed her, and caressed her, his own breathing coming out in short bursts of madness. He could feel her tighten around him and the friction growing. He let out an uncontrolled growl, his hips bucking involuntarily as they both lost themselves in a sea of satisfaction.
She flopped carelessly onto the bed next to him, tangled in the web of their limbs. He let out a long resonating sigh to calm the ferocity of his pulse. He pulled her in close, kissing the top of her head knowing that tomorrow would be one of the biggest days of his life.
By dusk tomorrow he would be a married man, he was certain that Eve wouldn't back down; he never could force her to change her mind. She was a typical Nord, stubborn and blunt, Argis should have known that he would have no power to make her rethink the date of their wedding; he failed to change her mind about so many dangerous things that had been long forgotten now. But he trusted her judgement, she would be reckless but somehow everything always managed to work out, even if it seemed like there was an enveloping darkness with no escape.
Eve had never been one to play by the rules; she had set out on her own path through life and had invited Argis along for the ride. She had never dreamt of having someone to stand beside her, to really accept what she was and what her calling destined for her. She was thankful that Argis quenched the loneliness that had burdened her, she was thankful for so many other things.
She had never expected to end up owning a house in Markarth, to be tucked up in a warm bed next to Nord man who had sworn to protect her. She was lucky to be here, and she thanked the divines that she could have a moment of peace, where nothing was troubling and Skyrim didn't need her anymore.
It was a blessing that Eve could call herself a free woman, with her troubled past and an almost execution, that perhaps she may have deserved, it was odd that she could wander around Skyrim deemed the saviour and hero of Nirn. To her, that seemed illogical. She had done many wrongdoings and she had never gotten caught, Eve couldn't decide whether that was from the luck of Nocturnal or because she was that famous, the guards just appeased her and didn't challenge her business.
She had decided to keep a few secrets from Argis, she had never fully explained her coming back to Skyrim or why she had been taken by the Imperials for execution. Argis didn't need to know that her past was as dark as the plains of Oblivion, she wanted to forget about it, but the chaos she had caused was still a permanent scar that had been carved into her brain. All of that blood, the pouring crimson covering her white skin was something she could never forget.
A/N: Somehow this was really fun to write! This is a sequel to My Thane and it will hopefully be just as romantic and full of Argis-goodness! I hope you enjoy! x3