Hallo! I'm Kay The author of this lovely story, the only thing I own in this story is my character Kahe while Ehlyj is my boyfriends character

this story is written for pleasure hopefully you all like it enjoy 3

ps. specail thanks to my beta for everything shes done

~Chapter.1~

Ehlyj moved on all fours through the tight crawl space, followed by his partner, who remained hooded like him. The only thing that gave them away was their tails. They

simply needed it for balance...among other things. The two khajits moved as a perfect duo almost as one. The two made no noise as if they were ghostly apparitions that

haunted this tomb. The fact that they carried metal weapons ensured that this was not the case. Ehlyj stopped, suddenly holding one clawed finger up to his partner as if

to warn. They both undoubtedly smelled it, the smell of death walking. He lifted his tail to wisp under the hooded chin of his partner, his lover, his wife. He turned to flash

a toothy grin at her with his gold eyes flashing.

Kahe's soft lips curved up into a smirk, her white canines flashing in the dim light, though to them this was more like a well lit room. She made a silent leap onto his back

because the crawl space had widened out. She stuck her face into the side of his hood and nuzzled his ear which caused him to stop in his tracks; she then licked the

edge of his jaw to reward him. All while she did this she had her bow drawn, which was her weapon of choice. Nobody compared to her skills and speed. Her arrow silently

flew from her bow she smirked against her mate's ear as she felt him tense.

He blinked several times, his left eyelid twitched as he reached up and felt the holes in his hood from one of the darts. It was a close call. He snuffed once, purring at his

lover's quiet words, her voice was so silent that not even the dead souls could've heard it in the great beyond. They both had the wonderful ears of a Lynx, his own of

which were tipped with dark red fur and stuck out of two holes in the top of his hood. He purred a deeper purr than hers, upon feeling her smooth, warm body slide

between his legs and up against his front. He was a very stout Khajit considering his chosen line of...work and work it had been, to get to where he was within the Guild

of thieves. The Guild had been restored to its former glory...or almost... at the hands of him and his mate. They'd suffered many scars together, many near-deaths and had

saved one another in just about any situation one could imagine, ranging from the deathly halls of Red Eagle, to the ridiculous humors found in the bars of Whiterun. He

trusted her, and only her to accompany him as often as she did. He was almost never seen without her nearby and vice-versa these days.

"Oh, traps like these...mean only one thing." His lips curled into a wry smirk. He didn't have to say it; they both knew it-treasure. He'd become used to her teasing him

about their distinct age difference, pinching the back of her thigh as they moved forward.

Grinding her teeth through narrowed eyes, she pushed back her hood stopping again. She felt her mates body heat through her light armor, thick, long blonde hair fell

down to brush her rear. This length and color were so rare among Khajit-even her fur, which was a slight shade darker then her almost silver hair, was exotic. Her distinct

markings were all black and her eyes looked as though they had been kohled by an Egyptian maid. She reached up absentmindedly to stroke the braid at her temple,

which was threaded with the feathers from many of her greatest foes arrows, her mind deep in thought.

She turned to her mate, her lover, her husband, her partner and gazed into his eyes moving closer to him. Beginning a prosses she always went through before they both

risked their very beings for treasure, she reached up and lowered his own hood, clasping her hands behind his neck, she pressed her body as close to him as she could

get. Tilting her head back she looked up into his eyes, and saw them burning with a deep intensity, filled with love for her. Burrowing into his chest, spoke quietly again.

"I Love you Ehlyj, keeper of my heart, and other half to my soul."

Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him and sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Stroking his tongue with her own, she kissed him until both were left near breathless.

Ehlyj's hands were digging into her hips, though he made sure his claws did not pierce her armor. She stepped back from him, turning she tucked her hair back into her

hood and crouched, stepping quietly forward; she paused to wait for him right in front of the hall, that was where their path would truly begin.