'Why can't I come with you?' Farkas asked with a bewildered expression as the Dragonborn put up her hair. She'd always taken him with her on adventures, for almost as long as they'd been married. And now she was telling him he needed to stay at home for this one.
'I need to play this carefully-no sense in having the entire Aldmeri Dominion after my head.' She made her face look joking, but inside she was worrying. Ever since she'd walked into the Companion's mead hall, she'd never fought alone.
'That doesn't answer my question.' Sara's hands dropped and she sighed heavily. The hurt was obvious in his voice, and it made her feel like a complete bi-awful person. She turned around and gently put a hand on his bicep. Her fingers looked so dark and delicate against his hard, pale muscles.
'Farkas, dearheart, I love you but you're hard to miss.'
'And you barrel through trap filled dungeons without a care.' His voice was joking, but the hurt was still there.
'Ah, you wound me, my love.' The Dragonborn laughed. 'Yes, but at least I'm small enough to hide somewhere and eavesdrop.' Her hands danced up his arms and laced around his shoulders. She lifted herself up until she could kiss him. His hands moved to her hips and she giggled as he lifted her effortlessly. Her long legs wound around his hips, she suckled his lower lip into her mouth and he groaned. She traced the dry skin there with her tongue before parting. Those thick fingers cupped her bottom and squeezed gently, then harder. She moaned and dropped her chin to his shoulder, sucking an earlobe into her mouth.
After a few seconds of suckling on his ear and exploring the piercing there with her tongue, she released him with an almost obscene 'pop'.
'Come on big guy. Put me down or I'll have to get made up all over again.' He lowered her to the floor, but didn't loosen his grip on her. The intensity and focus in his pale eyes took Sara's breath away. How in Oblivion did a nothing little Redguard like her catch the gaze of a mighty warrior Nord like him?
'You really have to go?' His voice was sad, but a little hopeful. She pressed herself into his chest. He let out a resigned breath. And wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a powerful embrace.
'Yes. I'm sorry you can't come with me. I'll miss you.' She tipped her head up to meet his eyes, and he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses down both sides of her face.
'Be careful, alright? You hear stories about the Thalmor…' Farkas wasn't sure if those stories were simple propaganda, but the few Thalmor he'd had the displeasure of meeting gave him the creeps. And he simply couldn't stand the idea of his love at the mercy of anyone who could shoot electricity from their fingers.
'It'll take far more than anything a few casters can throw at me to keep me from you.' Sara vowed.
'Likewise.'
'I do love you Farkas.'
'I love you too.'
Yes, Farkas has piercing in my headcanon. Deal with it.
Also, sorry if the format is weird. I'm not quite used to it yet.