Authors Note: let me just start by saying I've never written anything before and this is mostly just an experiment, but I really wanted to share the story of my Skyrim character. So I hope that you guys like it.

"Wake up, lass"

"Mmmmm"

"Wake up"

Katlyn felt a shove against her shoulder. "Come on, lass. Ye can't stay in bed all day," came again the thickly accented voice. Katlyn opened her eyes taking in her surroundings. The walls of her house Honeyside in Riften and Brynjolf dressed only in his leather pants was standing over her bed slowly came into focus.

"Watch me." She said defiantly pulling the sheets up a little higher around her shoulders.

Brynjolf chuckled. "I'm beginning to think you like that bed more than you like me," he said as he began to put on the rest of his black Master Guild Armor. Katlyn watched him, not moving from the bed. A half-naked Brynjolf was far from the worst sight she'd woken up to. The new armor suited him she thought casting an appreciative eye over his chest and muscled shoulders. His reddish brown hair was still messy from sleeping and her fingers tangling in it the night before hadn't helped. She smirked remembering the one night a while back Brynjolf had gotten drunker than usual and agreed to let her put braids in his hair. He walked around most of the next day before he even realized they were there much to the amusement of the Guild members. She didn't know why he had gotten so mad; plenty of Nord men wore braids in their hair.

"Ya know, I'd like it even better if you were in here with me," she said flashing Brynjolf a seductive grin and letting the sheet fall to reveal her bare shoulder and rubbing the space beside her.

Brynjolf shook his head grinning. "Nice try. Sorry lass, I've got important things to do."

"Like what?"

"Important Guild stuff and don't you have that job in Windhelm you're supposed to be doing for Delvin?"

"ugh. You're no fun." Katlyn whined throwing the sheets back and climbing out of bed. Her clothes and armor were scattered about the floor and several empty bottles of mead stood on her nightstand and on the kitchen table. After first putting on her underclothes clothes she gathered up her set of black Nightingale armor and laid it out on the bed. She'd only had the new armor since their mission to stop Mercer Frey a week ago but absolutely loved its sleek design and powerful enchantments. Katlyn slipped into the tight black shirt and pants worn under the armor and her boots before stopping and pausing before the rest of the gear.

"Taken a shine to your new armor, have you?" Brynjolf asked from the table in the kitchen where he was munching on an apple.

"Black always was my color." She said sliding her hands into the gauntlets and tightening the buckles. "The only thing is it's a lot to get on, but I think I've finally figured out the order to do all the buckles"

"Too much work if you ask me." He shook his head "It served its purpose but I'll take what I've got."

Katlyn slid into the seat across from Brynjolf now fully dressed in her armor save for the mask and placed some bread and cheese on one of the wooden plates and began to eat. She took a bit of bread "ya know" she paused to swallow, "if I didn't have this I might be jealous of that fancy Guild Master getup you've got there. It certainly suits you."

"Is that right, lass?" he asked dryly.

"Aye, it looked fantastic on my floor last night" She said throwing him a wink.

Brynjolf sighed "Did Talos himself send ye here to torment me?" Katlyn giggled, finished her bread and cheese, and pushed the empty plate away from her.

"Now Brynjolf it isn't for us to know the will of the Divines" She mocked crossing back to her bedroom. Katlyn picked up a brush and began to comb out her auburn hair before tying her hair up into a braid that fell to just between her shoulder blades.

"Remind me again why I let you join the Guild?" Brynjolf asked putting his and Katlyn's plates away.

"I have no idea. You heading out?" she asked. Her black cloak wafted silently behind her as she walked over to him.

"Aye."

"Alright then. I'll see you when I get back from Whindhelm. Shouldn't take more than a few days, unless I get sidetracked." Brynjolf smirked. The Dragonborn was known in around the Guild for her propensity to get "sidetracked" exploring caves or ancient barrows for days on end. Weeks had gone by without word of her before.

"You take care, Kat" Brynjolf ordered protectively placing both hands on her shoulders. Katlyn smiled at the nickname. She wished more people used it.

"I like it when you call me 'Kat'. I'll see you soon."

Brynjolf gently pulled her forward and placed a small kiss on her forehead before heading out the door. He wasn't a man for public displays of affection but their relationship wasn't of that sort anyway. If Katlyn had to put a label on the relationship between herself and Brynjolf the phrase "friends with benefits" would probably come to mind. He cared for her and was protective of the Thieves Guild's newest member but they were by no means lovers. Katlyn had decided he probably wasn't the sort of man would care for married life and she wasn't sure would either. But that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy each other's company and bodies from time to time.

Katlyn briefly went to the mirror and fixed the makeup around her eyes. It was slightly smudged from sleeping in it the night before but she decided she liked the look. If there was anything she had learned from Aela the Huntress it was the impression a bit of makeup could leave. And since her eyes were the only thing that could be seen in her Nightingale armor she figured that was all she need bother with. The eyeliner was a deep, almost black green which brought out the emerald color of her eyes.

Pulling her hood and mask up over her face Katlyn grabbed her bag of supplies off a hook and began checking through its contents. She removed the ingredients she'd gathered and put them on the downstairs shelves with the others. A few books and letters she no longer needed lightened her bag by making a new home for themselves on a bookshelf. Then Katlyn made sure she had an adequate supply of food and potions before throwing the bag over her shoulder. Finally she gathered up her weapons and prepared to head out. On her back she strapped a quiver of ebony arrows and her Nightingale bow, on her right hip the Nightingale Blade, and on her left was the sword Dawnbreaker. Katlyn generally preferred using her bow over the swords; stealthy eliminating her targets before they even knew she was there, but sometimes there was no choice but to go blade to blade with an enemy.

There were some who would say carrying two enchanted daedric swords was overkill and Katlyn might agree with those people, but she never could get the hang of blocking effectively with a shield and enjoyed the imagery of duel wielding swords that represented the night and the day. Taking one last glance in the mirror she smirked at the imposing figure in dark armor staring back at her. Feeling like a badass in her new armor Katlyn slipped out the back door. The sun had not yet risen completely over the lake and a sudden flash of annoyance flared up at Brynjolf flared up for waking her so unnecessarily early.

Katlyn always came and went through the balcony door in Honeyside overlooking the lake rather than go through the city gates. For one it made it more difficult for people to track her movements if nobody ever saw her coming or going from the city. Also on her first visit to Riften the guard had tried to hustle her out of what little coin she had at the time. Given the status with the Thieves Guild and her combat prowess she'd gained since then, Katlyn doubted they would ever try it again, but just looking at them annoyed her so she opted not to when possible. It was petty Katlyn knew but Nords were known for their stubbornness and grudges could be held for years. The feud between the Battle-borns and clan Grey-Mane in Whiterun had been going on for generations.

She made her way around the city walls through the early morning mist to the stable where her horse was kept. She could tell he'd been groomed and the tack had been recently oiled. "That stable boy does good work," she thought to herself saddling Frost. She didn't see him around though; he was probably sleeping, but made a mental note to give him some extra gold on her return. Then she swung herself into the saddle with the lightness and grace of a master thief and set off North towards Windhelm.

I would love some reviews to let me know if you guys like Katlyn and want to read more of her story. I have a plot in mind but I'm certainly open to suggestions or critiques (as I said it's my first time writing a story so don't be to harsh on me)