My Love
Chapter Three
He made love to her as slowly as he could manage. Testing his own strength and learning control. He wanted to hold out, to make her wait, each time he felt her body start to quake he stopped and she groaned in torment. He taught her a lesson about patience to stop her hast, for once she gave into his submission and let him have his way with her.
Afterwards they lay in a cocoon of sweat, uncertainty and Eve's new found patience. Argis rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on one arm, curling his finger in her dark hair. He watched as Eve breathed deeply, her face more peaceful in sleep than ever before. He traced the contours of her skin with a finger, following the curve of her chin, down over her neck and into the dip of her collarbone.
She stirred briefly, eyelids fluttering and the cast of azure eyes looked at Argis in a confused fashion. She let out a little mumble before tossing over, grabbing the blanket and hooking it over her head to discard the brightness of the room.
"Tell me everything Eve," Argis whispered, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. He felt her body turn rigid, awkward against him. She let out a defeated sigh and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, attempting to block him out too. "Tell me what you meant, when you said you had to wait before."
Eve let out a groan of annoyance, she tried to pull away from him but he clung onto her, resisting any movement. She finally let out a sigh and resigned herself to telling Argis what she could manage. She struggled to understand why he wanted to ruin the after love making glow and demand answers which she struggled to think about it.
It had been a while since Eve had thought about him, after having revenge she had told herself that it was the end. She could move on, breathe easy again and sleep easy again. Argis had filled the gaping hole that her past had caused, but it was breaking now. To tell Argis everything, she didn't think she could. That part of herself was hers alone. She feared he wouldn't like what he saw when she showed him the withered soul beneath her scar tissue.
"Was there someone else?" He tried to keep his voice calm but he was conflicted with feelings of jealously. He didn't like the thought of his Thane being in love with any other man except him.
"Yes," She whispered.
He clenched his jaw and pulled her in closer to him, nudging one leg between hers and fitting her hips with his. He could feel the racing of her pulse and wondered whether it was right to push her, he was of lesser importance, he was a mere Housecarl. It was wrong to demand such things from her. But he felt torn, she had admitted something and his mind raced at what she had meant, he needed to know and if she didn't tell him... well he didn't know what he would do.
"When?" He thought perhaps it had been when he was around, but found comfort that he surely would have known. He had been by her side constantly, never letting her out of his sight, he definitely would have known.
"A long time ago," She replied with the same impassive voice. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and breathed in her tormenting pheromone scent.
"Before we met?" He questioned wanting to make sure.
"Yes," She breathed, followed by a heavy sigh.
"What happened?" He pressed, wanting to know how far he could push her before the wall came back and he would have to resign to being submissive again.
"He died."
Eve pushed the memories from her mind quickly, she wasn't that person anymore. She was the Dragonborn, a warrior, a saviour of Skyrim, not some cultist thief who was hunted by the Imperials.
"How?"
"Argis please," She turned her head to face him; her eyes were almost black, hurting. He kissed her shoulder and hugged her.
"I want to know," He ushered, his breath causing her to shiver. He felt himself worn by her gaze, wanting to avoid the subject to ease the sadness in her eyes. But his curiousity was overbearing. He needed to know, he needed to know all of her to love her, irrevocably and unconditionally.
"He was killed," She replied, "By the Imperials."
She closed her eyes, her face contorted in nostalgic torment, feeling the coldness as she traced her fingers across the body next to her. She had seen plenty of dead bodies, Boethiah demanded sacrifices and that's what Eve did, she brought sacrifices... only this time she had gone one step too far. She had kidnapped an Imperial Legate, tied him up and suffocated him until he went limp. She checked for a pulse to make sure and when she was certain that he was still alive she dragged his body up to a carriage she had stolen and had taken him back to Windhelm where the dark mistress was waiting.
After the sacrifice she learnt that a few Imperial soldiers had been ordered to find a woman of her description. Eve hadn't thought she had been seen by anyone, she was careful to make kidnappings in the dead of night but she had made a mistake. Then the soldiers had found her family, to what knowledge they found out she did not know, but they had slain them all in cold blood.
Eve had tried to protect the rest of them and had retreated south of the border with her partner and they stayed unseen for a few days feeling relatively safe. Her lover was found dead next to her after a night of love-making, he had proposed and she had accepted. When she awoke she had traced her fingers across his cold flesh, feeling stickiness, thick and crusting, almost black. He had a dagger plunged deep into his chest and when she tried to escape the Imperials had caught her and dragged her to Helgen to await execution.
She had chosen to side with the Stormcloaks because of her need for revenge. Eve hadn't felt right since her lover's murder, and when she had slain General Tullius she finally let it rest. She didn't love him anymore, she had loved Argis for a long time, she had moved on and now Argis was insisting that she regurgitate all of those bad memories.
"I'm sorry my Thane," Argis let out cautiously, "I just...had to ask," He nuzzled himself further into her, wrapping himself in her, breathing her in and staying there waiting until the moment where her body softened.
She found no comfort in Argis' warm body that night, she felt restless and uncertain. She was a different person now but the darkness still lurked within her just waiting to take her apart again.
As she slept she fought her inner demons, dreams filled with cloaks and blood. Familiar, pale gaunt faces haunting her, whispering to her, the Dark Mistress ebbing closer and closer, suffocating and intoxicating..."one last mission, a new sacrifice, a lover...a Housecarl..."
A/N: My Love is going through a re-write, a slow one but chapters will keep changing until I feel at least satisfied with them
