Well, you guys wanted more and so did I! So here. A series one-shots involving my already developed couple Aela the Huntress and Annika Vvanderfell. All of these take place after the events of Silver and Sapphire, and I won't post a new one until the previous one gets at least two reviews. This is gonna be fun, guys! Hope you like them. Oh and this one is going to be written directly from Aela's POV, just for a change of pace.
The chair that I sat in felt as if it were on fire. My silver gaze flitted from the floor to the walls and stopped on the door. That door hadn't been touched or even remotely moved for approximately four months. The fingernail indentations that I left in my own palm were growing deeper and deeper by the day. My teeth had started to grit so much it felt odd to eat anything. I probably wouldn't have consumed any food if Jordis hadn't given it to me on a platter. However just recently Jordis lft as well. Walked right out. And I was alone.
I missed her. Annika. I was aware of her several duties that needed to be attended to, being the Dragonborn, the Harbinger of the Companions, and also the Guildmaster of the Thieve's Guild - yet her absence in her own home made me sick to my stomach. I was too far away to go back to Jorrvaskr. A carriage from Solitude to Whiterun took a good few weeks and I didn't have that time. Besides, what if Annika returned when I was away? A shaky exhale was emit from my barely parted lips as my composure started to gradually dwindle down to nothing.
I wanted to see her terribly. I wanted to hold her tightly in my arms and never let go. I wanted to tend to whatever wounds she sported from her quests and listen to her adventures over a pint of mead. I wanted to drift into slumber as she collapsed in exhaustion by my side. Yet that could take months to happen. I shut my eyes shut so hard it nearly hurt, praying to all of the Divines that when they opened she would be there. It didn't work.
I had sat in that chair for far too long. My legs had long since gone numb. I slept in it. Part of me knew that this tedious waiting was going to do me no good whatsoever while the rest of me was unsure of what else to do. I had been unable to leave my trance for such a long time but at these thoughts I seemed to be dragged a bit into reality.
I should get up. Standing might change things. I might be able to distract myself to take up time. She might come back sooner. Without considering it any further, one of my trembling hands found the back of my seat and forced myself to my feet. My legs felt wobbly from not having stood for such a long time. I wavered a bit before regaining strength, exhaling a bit to further calm myself. Before I proceeded further into the house my eyes lingered on the door for a few moments. It didn't open. A tremendous feeling of loss struck me as I walked up the stone steps, the sound of my feet hitting them echoing ominously through the large home.
If anyone else had asked me to move this far from Jorrvaskr and be forced to live in an unfamiliar city I would have brought my fist straight into their jaw. But this was Annika. It was different. I loved her more than seemed possible so I complied to her wishes at a slight compromise - being allowed to accompany her when she deemed it needed. I'm sure that she would have wanted me with her every moment but I knew how terribly she worried about me after that incident with that Draugr so long ago. There was no way she could communicate by letter - being constantly on the move would make her very difficult to find for a courier. That and I didn't want to distract or hurry her duties.
I stumbled into her bedroom in a stupor full of worry and longing to see her again. The several war trophies and small trinkets of sentiment that lined basically ever surface just made my love for her increase and swell inside of my chest. I found my way to the nearest chair and sat down in it - expression still blank somehow. A small table lay in front of me. On it was a frayed map of the province, a few spots in particular marked with red dots. I remembered the day she returned home with this, rambling on enthusiastically about how ecstatic she was to receive a map of dragon burial sites. Although I was a tad worried to know she was going to be fighting several challenging dragons she was the Dragonborn after all. I couldn't stop her.
With a heavy sigh I buried my somewhat cold face into my calloused hands, slender fingers embedding into my hair. I stayed that way for so long I couldn't tell if I was sleeping or simply not paying attention. At least I had been relatively distracted when in truth I knew this was the same thing I had been doing before, simply in a different area. It was too difficult. The worry and the pain started to make me nearly lose consciousness when combined with the exhaustion. Right as I started to teeter a bit in the chair I sat in, a familiarly soft hand was placed on my shoulder that steadied me and brought me entirely back to reality. Could it be?
My head whipped around so fast I was worried it might roll from my shoulders. Standing behind me, smile on her beautiful, flawless face, was none other than Annika Vvanderfell. My wife. She looked untouched. Radiant. On her back was a new bow I had never seen her with before, donned with all sorts of new weapons and carrying a pack on her shoulder that bulged with gold and other precious gems. She set it down on the floor, our eyes having met and not parted once. My mouth hung open in surprise.
"I'm back..." She muttered in her still just as alluring voice. The sound of it sent chills up my spine automatically. I had dreamt of hearing her voice like that again for such a long time and now she finally spoke. Although my legs didn't feel as sturdy as they should have I didn't care and shot to my feet, heart absolutely slamming against my ribcage.
When she extended her arms I knew that she was expecting a hug. But that was far less than what I planned on doing.
My body shot forward without my mind having any sort of say in the matter, bringing our lips crashing together immediately. The force was so unexpected and aggressive that Annika stumbled backwards a bit into a wall, making some sounds in the back of her throat from surprise. After a few moments of the heated kiss I was displaying so many emotions through the noises became more content and satisfied. I prayed silently that she had missed me as well. Pressing her harder against the wall my lips became a flurry of lust and longing, trying desperately to make up for all of the time I hadn't been able to do this - all of the time I had yearned to. When her tongue delved deep into my mouth I couldn't help but let out a moan, the sound making our lip lock seem to vibrate. I felt her soft hand trail its way down my bare back and reach my buttocks, firmly squeezing it once and then gently resting there.
It felt as if I had ascended into Sovngarde and was drinking mead in the Hall of Valor. Yet I'm sure that the taste of the Dragonborn's mouth was far more sweet than any other substance in existence. Although a part of me still wanted to hear about her adventures and pelt her with several questions regarding why she had been gone for so long, another part of me knew that there was no way our lips were going to part anytime soon. I simply didn't have the strength to pull away. She would have to do that. Then again judging by the force and passion of the kiss that she returned equally as clear I doubted that would happen.
Before I knew if I had been flipped around, my back pressing against unforgiving stone and arms wrapping gently around my waist - lips still not breaking apart in the slightest. The lust in my head was making me dizzy and Annika's hands were probably the only things keeping me from collapsing. Occasionally her teeth would snag playfully at my bottom lip and I would try to return the favor but would find the advance battled off by her tongue. I couldn't help but smile a bit.
The night was spent that way, hours passing without either of us noticing or minding, the sun rising and setting in what seemed like minutes. Gradually we had moved all about the room - onto the table, her dragon burial site map tossed to the side as if it were worth nothing in the midst of our lust, against the wall again, and of course onto the bed. After we were finally spent I managed to mutter between heavy gasps for air that there was no way she was leaving again anytime soon. I wouldn't let her. My wife, Annika Vvanderfell, the legendary Dragonborn immediately agreed. I fell asleep in her arms, a smile glued to my face.