Lucy
Argonians have beautiful scales, I thought dreamily as I lay next to my lover Scouts-Many-Marshes, or just Scouts, as I called him. His scales were a lovely wine-bottle green, decorating paler skin. However, I'd seen Argonians with magma red scales, nightshade purple scales, mana blue scales...the variety was endless. It made my own race's range of flesh tones seem boring and dull in comparison.
I nuzzled into his side, burying my face into the stretch of rough skin where his neck and shoulder met. He chuckled sleepily and wrapped his arms around my naked form.
"That was...wow." His currently contented, exhausted, and mildly surprised voice held a delightfully raspy undertone which I dearly adored.
"Mm." I murmured sleepily. "We aim to please." We chuckled together. I kissed one of the bony protrusions along his jaw, before disentangling myself from his limbs. I stretched out like a starfish, hearing the faint 'pop' of my joints, before sitting up.
"Alright beautiful. It's time for you to get to work and for me to get going."
"Aw." He bemoaned as I stood and searched about for my clothes. As I tried to untangle my smallclothes from my apron, he spoke again.
"You truly are lovely." I glanced back at him.
My lips were too wide and too thin to really be considered pretty. Apart from that, I was virtually unremarkable. A touch taller and muscled than most of my kind, but not particularly ugly, not particularly lovely. My eyes were the colour of freshly cut grass, and my dark chocolate brown hair fell loosely about my shoulders. I was, all in all, an average Cyrodillian woman.
"You too, handsome." I teased, covering the disbelief in my mind. My chalky skin couldn't compare to his lovely scales. There must have been a hint left in my tone however, for he sat up and tilted his head quizzically. He didn't speak again.
We embraced one last time as we left Hjerim. Looking deep into each other's eyes and smiling as I secured my pack, we went our separate ways, him to the docks, I to...well, wherever life would take me next. No matter how much I hated the cold, or the city my lover lived in, or the racist, selfish Stormcloaks…
I had to admit, Windhelm was where my lover lived. And just for that fact, it was beautiful.