Part I
Two moons hovered over the land, and the stars shone bright, as the green northern lights danced across the skies. It was a noisy night, and over the soft hum of a nearby nirnroot, and the distant howls of the wolves, was the crackling of a campfire. By it, lay two people, huddled close together under some elk skins.
Her fingers traced his clavicle, and a smile forced its way to his face, "you're silent today," he croaked, his voice harsh. Mehra sighed, "I've been thinking-"He stopped her, rolling over so he could see her face properly, and put his finger against her mouth, "don't think. Boring people think," Dalvus pinned her down, kissed her softly, "you're not boring, are you?"
His hands slithered down, caressing her body. She entwined her fingers into his hair, and pulled him towards her. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and kissed him all the way up to his ear. Her breath was warm against the blue skin, and she whispered, "I thought; I wonder how cold the water is," he grinned, and let her loose.
The two ran towards the water, hollering like berserkers. Right before the water, she stopped, beaming at him. The lights from the skies reflected on her, making her naked body look almost ethereal. Her smile widened, as she closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the skies and fell backwards. She broke the surface of the water with a splash, and a terrified frog leaped out. He laughed, and waded in after her. The water quickly became deep, as mountain waters often do, and after only two steps, the water reached him to the chest.
"You're mad," he said, as she splashed water at his face, "you could have landed on a mudcrab, or who knows," Mehra giggled, swam closer, and wrapped her legs around him, "you're mad," her voice shivered, "you're the one with a bounty over two thousand," Dalvus grabbed her, pulled her in for a kiss, "yet still, you chose to spend the night with me. A common thief,"
"I wouldn't exactly call you common," she purred, leaning in for another kiss. Dalvus obliged, and then gently forced her head back with his left hand, and used the other to lift her up. His nose traced down her neck, and he breathed against the skin where the neck met her shoulder, "then what would you call me?" he craned his neck down, and rested his lips against her cold skin. Mehra gasped, leaned her head to the side. Dalvus walked them both to the banks of the water, and tenderly put her down on the grass, "you didn't answer my question," he joked. Mehra reached out, and brushed his hair away from his face, he grinned, "what would you call me?" his voice was hoarse, his breath heavy as he cupped her breasts. The dunmer girl looked up at him, bit her lip, and whispered, "Mine,"