Ohh my gosh ya'll I just looked and realized the last story I published was in 2012, so I'm doing a real short one and hopefully I'll get back to it and start publishing again. Today has been crazy. Yesterday I left Reno for Dallas on my way to Memphis when we got there (me and my little brother) our flight got canceled because of the tropical storm Bill…let's just say it was crazy! Anyway, I'm up now trying to find out (I finally made it to my destination today) where I'm sleeping so I'm gonna type this out as fast as I can, plus I'm a lonely soul who desires romantic companionship (but doesn't like getting close to people …oops) It'll probably be a one shot.

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It was supposed to be easy, just a quick thing, in and out, but it's never that simple is it? There's always a dragon, or Draugr, bandits more often than not. Kav wipes her brow and sits on a jagged boulder by the caves entrance, it's the last time she goes to Vilkas for jobs. "That stubborn milk drinker is probably sitting by the fire with a pint of ale…"

She takes careful care while cleaning her sword before replacing it in the holster at her hip. It's from her days working with the Blade's, back when she was recruiting for them. Though she lost the scabbard to a cave troll ages ago, she still carries it around and uses it with stunning precision. She grapples with the wild horse she borrowed from Aela who used it on rare occasion. "Stop…STOP!" The horse bucks, throwing her to the ground. She lays there for a while, watching the ribbons of color dance across the sky. Stars lay twinkling on the feet of the gods. She sits up, running a hand through her hair. The horse gallops away towards Whiterun. "Great! This day can't get any worse!"

"Technically it's not day."

Kav turns looking into the wide nostrils of a tawny mare. She looks up into the riders face and sees the ever 'gentle' Vilkas, "I thought you might need some help," he says with a level smirk.

"I don't need any help, I finished the job."

"The ride home then," he says with a roll of his eyes.

She considers saying no, but upon looking at the tiny blimp of light that is Whiterun she caves and hops up onto his horse and situates herself behind him. He chuckles softly before flicking the reins to start his horse forward.

She keeps her hands to herself, conscious of his heat against her front already. After a long and irritating silence she says, "I thought you don't like riding horses. I took all of the companions as people who would rather run for five days to Markarth then take a horse and reach it in one."

Vilkas snorts and clicks his tongue, "All companions have their horses, except you that is, and I pity the horse that has to ride with you if you run it for a full day non-stop."

Kav turns her head, "This coming from the guy that cries at the full moon."

"I do not!"

"You should run with me some time."

"You know I reject the transformation."

"But it feels so goood~" she moans. Her head darts forward and rams against his shoulder, "Ouch! What's that for?"

"I respect your choice to keep the beasts blood and utilize it, but I have no desire to. It is a curse, not a gift."

She closes her mouth and slides off the horse, "Fine, then we'll just agree that we are of opposing minds."

"Kav, get back on, it's too far to walk, you'll take days to reach the town."

"I'll be just fine dammit!"

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So it's shorter than anticipated because I'm getting tired, I'll continue writing on it tomorrow most likely and I'll post in short bursts so maybe one a day(?)

Anyhow, you get the gist of why they don't like each other right?

Comments are much appreciated because I love hearing from you guys