Another story that had originally been written for the Skyrim Kink meme.
Hope you guys like it!
Loads of smut in later chapters.
He hated being wet.
The leather clung to his body and began to itch on the least comfortable spots. His boots were filled with water and he was chilled to the bone. Were it not for the Nord blood, Brynjolf would probably have frozen to death by now.
Lake Honrich was as cold as it could get without freezing. Once again, the thief cursed himself for deciding to go eavesdropping on her NOW, in the middle of spring! Couldn't it have waitet until summer at least?
He sighed and shook his head at his own thoughts. His lass was hiding something from him, and it was about bloody time he found out what it was. He just wished Sapphire, his current partner in crime, would hurry up.
His mind drifted away to the last few months he had known her.
The day they met at the market, he tried to convince her to lend a hand with his little scheme. At first the lass was hesitant, but after a while she agreed. "Will I at least get to know the name of my new employer?" she asked with a frown. He bowed down gracefully and replied "Brynjolf, at your service." Her eyes got big in surprise as she heard his name. "THE Brynjolf? I heard you can steal a girl's smallclothes from under her dress." The older man gave a loud, hearty laugh. "I usually don't need thievery to get women out of their smallclothes." The lass gave him a cheeky smile and returned to the task at hand.
"Challenge accepted." he mumbled to himself as she made her way over to Madesi.
A few days after he had initially recruited the girl, he ran into her in the Cistern. She had just returned from running a job for Vex as he spotted her. With his most charming smile, Brynjolf waved her over for a quick chat. "Heya, lass! I heard you're making friends in the Guild already. I knew you would fit right in down here." The younger woman just gave Brynjolf an appraising look from head to toe and replied with a smile "Oh, I knew I'd fit in alright." The older thief was a little surprised at first, but he'd be damned if he let her notice. "So, how do you like Riften so far?" "I really like the... sights the town has to offer." That was when he knew they were going to have a lot of fun.
Anytime she entered the flagon, he would make a point of sneaking up behind her, grabbing her waist from behind, pressing her body against his and whispering a silent 'welcome home' into her ear. Oh, how he enjoyed her reactions! At first her body got tense and she tried to get away from him, but after a while he knew she was provoking these encounters. Shivers would run down her spine as his hot breath tickled her neck, but after too short a moment he would let go and leave a dumbfounded, aroused woman behind. Ah, the joys of being Brynjolf!
Of course he could never admit to her how much she intrigued him. No, he was Brynjolf, master thief, con-artist, and Ladies man. She would melt in the palm of his hand, of that he was sure.
And then it stopped.
The lass had just returned from Mistveil Keep, proudly announcing that she bought Honeyside, when Brynjolf came closer to her than strictly necessarry. He remembered tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before whispering in his deep voice "Good, a little privacy at last. That was an invitation, was it not?"
The girl froze under his touch and looked at him in shock. She made up some excuse about having to go to Whiterun and just disappeared.
It was days before she finally returned, and even then she would avoid Brynjolf like the plague, saying something about 'important business' and that they'd speak another time.
Brynjolf was a patient man, but the lass frustrated him. Was a little privacy and a roll in the hay not what their little innuendos had been aiming for all along?
After several bottles of mead and a few sleepless nights, Brynjolf had thought of all kinds of explanations for her behavior.
The conclusions he reached were not satisfying, though some were more realistic than others. Maybe he had offended her? Mostly unlikely. Had she found out about him and Tonilia and was taking offense? Possible, but something in his gut told him that wasn't it. Maybe the lass was married, and had second thoughts about starting an affair. That MUST be the reason, he thought.
But he needed to be sure, so he employed Sapphire, who he knew to be a close friend of his little thief. She eagerly accepted his request, taking every chance she could to prove herself.
So now here he was, hiding in the cold water under the porch of Honeyside, waiting for the lasses to show up and tell him all he needed to know.