"When you said it was the size of a hold, I had a hard time imagining it, but...I can't even see the other side!" Brynjolf whispered to her in awe.
As she looked around to get her bearings, she noticed much of her tension was gone, at least for now. She focused on the bulk of the larger buildings in the middle, remembering having seen it on her mad dash for the Elder Scroll. She pointed them out to Brynjolf.
"I think we should find somewhere to rest for the night first, and we can head there when we're fresher. It's easy to lose track of time down here, but for now at least we know it's almost evening. Let's follow this old road for now. Keep an eye out for Falmer and their damn bugs."
They silently made their way down the muddy old road, looking for some sort of a defensible shelter in which to rest. They ran into a pair of Falmer, which she quickly took down with her bow before they noticed the two thieves. As she went to check their bodies, she noticed a building off to their right.
"Hey, let's check in there!" she whispered excitedly, motioning to the large door. They cautiously opened the huge door, which let out a low squeaky groan. She winced and looked around for signs of movement, but saw none and proceeded into the building.
Inside, the building was empty and strangely untouched by Falmer. They crept down the hall, which opened up to a huge empty room with a stone platform presiding over it. To the right was another hall, which they followed to what must have been barracks, as it was filled with single stone beds. They continued to follow the hall, at the end of which was a huge room with a double bed and access to the stone platform they had seen earlier. Two small chests were on the platform.
"Well, at least there's these chests," she remarked as she opened one. Inside was a fair bit of jewelry, including some enchanted pieces, and a few gems. She motioned graciously for Brynjolf to check out the other, which turned out to contain similar items. "And I think we found a place to rest for the night. It doesn't stink too much, and there are beds. Stone beds, but I suppose it's better than the floor."
"Aye, and if there's more like that," Brynjolf said, gesturing at the pile of loot they'd just pulled from the chests, "we should be set for a while, lass."
She smiled at him happily. "I guess we should go back to that barracks room, then." She scooped it all up into a small bag, which then practically vanished from her hands, presumably to somewhere on her person.
As they walked back down the hall, she offered to take first watch. "That'd be great," he replied. "I feel like I haven't slept in forever."
After a second's pause, she asked, "So, did you ride all the way from Riften overnight?"
"Aye, we did," he answered. "I was actually planning to get to Windhelm the night before, but then Tonilia asked if she could ride with me because she needed to talk to one of the Khajiit in the caravans. By the time she was ready to go, over half the day was gone and we had to rush to make it when we did."
She thought he looked a bit annoyed at this, but the expression was gone from his face so quickly she wasn't sure. Reading an experienced thief and con man is not easy, dammit! She had heard the rumors about Tonilia and Brynjolf from Dirge, and couldn't help but be curious about the two. Am I...jealous? she thought to herself. No, of course not! Why would I be? Yet she still felt like she had a burning lump in her stomach.
They had arrived in the barracks, so she wished him a good night and decided to stand watch just outside the door. From the looks of it, however, it would be a quiet night.
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Brynjolf was relieved when she shut the door behind him. Being alone was somewhat rare for him, since he tended to spend most of his time surrounded by his guildmates, and he was looking forward to some uninterrupted sleep. He picked one of the beds away from the door and sat on it. Unfortunately, that made his sore thighs from riding flare up, and he winced.
I suppose I could try that salve she gave me. He searched his pockets and found the jar, then opened it and sniffed. Lavender, mint, and...something. Guess I'll try it. He pulled his pants down and started putting the salve on his inner thighs. His skin tingled and the pain faded almost immediately, to his relief.
He was almost finished when he accidentally dripped some on his cock. The tingle made him go hard almost immediately. He tried to wipe it off, but only succeeded in spreading the salve across more of his skin, which made him even harder.
He glanced at the door. It was still closed. Unless they were attacked, he would be alone in here for a few hours, which was plenty of time for him to take care of this and still get some sleep.
He took a little more salve from the jar with his finger, then lightly ran it around the now-exposed edge of his cock's head. He felt a sudden explosion of sensation that made him lightly gasp, and so he wrapped his hand around the shaft and slowly slid his hand up and down. He leaned back and lay down, sore thighs forgotten, and closed his eyes.
Normally he thought about his past experiences: a particularly exciting and furtive meeting with Tonilia in the Ratway, or that amazing thing Haelga did with her tongue, or any of a dozen other memories. Tonight though, the face of the Dragonborn kept intruding where once were other women, despite his best attempts to revive his pleasant memories.
Finally, he gave in and thought of her: her lips wrapped around his cock while she kneeled in front of him, or her legs wrapped around his body as he plunged into her again and again. Suddenly he was coming harder than he had in years, and he had to stop himself from crying out loud.
A wave of exhaustion hit him as the last spasms of his orgasm ceased. He hastily wiped himself off as he slipped into his bedroll, and was instantly asleep.
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A/N: I was terribly nervous about this chapter! I hope this isn't too...racy? Cheesy? Over the top? Maybe I'm just being silly.
