I Should Really Stop Drinking... Or Not:
Two Nights' Before
Hubert climbed out of the washtub, having finished washing off the blood of the dead prisoners. It hadn't been anything unusual moving corpses, what was different was that the prisoners were not restrained, their sudden escape still a complete mystery. Pulling on his clothes he quickly left his room, hurrying down the corridor, around a corner to the end of the hall where Ulfric's room laid waiting. Hesitating, he knocked on the large double doors.
"Come in," came a soft, sweet voice from within the chamber. Hubert opened the doors, stepping in and closing them behind him. A woman clad in a rich, blue and white silk sat in front of a vanity, her back to him. He could see her beautiful, pale and flawless face in the mirror. Her lovely baby blue eyes settled on his reflection.
"Come closer, Hubert dear," She murmured in her angelic voice, "Brush my hair, won't you love?"
Smiling, Hubert walked over to her. He gingerly grasped the beautifully carved wooden brush she offered, which he then ran through her lovely waist length silvery hair, careful not to hurt her long elven ears.
"Hubert?" she asked.
"Yes, my lady?" Hubert replied.
"You care for me yes?"
"Of course my lady." he answered, most emphatic.
"Then why," she questioned, casually picking up a letter opener and inspecting it, "Is the dragonborn still around?" Hubert blinked.
"My lady-"
"I told you to get rid of him and you failed me." She hissed, "I do not tolerate failure." She whipped around, stabbing at his face before he knew what was happening.
Crying out Hubert staggered back, dropping the brush as he clutched his left eye and fell to his knees in pain.
"Oh deary, deary me," She mumbled, "Look at what you made me do." She sighed, looking at the blood dripping from behind his hand.
"Hubert? Are you all right dear?" She asked with concern in her soft sweet voice. Hubert whimpered in reply. "Oh sweetheart, don't fail me and this will never happen again. I promise."
The Present
Daaven groaned, rolling over in bed. His hand connected with something. He opened his eyes to see a sleeping face inches from his. Blinking a couple of times, it took a moment for him to realise who it was.
Aela. Shit.
Sitting up quickly he lifted the blanket to see that they were both, indeed, naked.
Double Shit.
He hesitated for a long moment, a deer startled into paralysis. What should he do? Run away before she woke up or stay? Both options had the possibility to end up in a lot of pain and embarrassment. This predicament, of all the many predicaments he had been in, seemed particularly sucky. Aela rolled over while he thought about the sad fact that he wouldn't even remember the reason for his soon to be castration.
He was musing to himself about whether the previous night's forgotten exploits had been any good when he heard a groan next to him. Suppressing a sigh he sat up, looking around for any nearby weapons.
He couldn't have her attacking him.
"Mornin' sunshine." He said softly, his voice gravelly. Aela's head turned towards him, squinting at his face. After a few moments her eye's widened.
"Vincie?" she croaked. He smiled at her nervously.
"The one and only…well except for mum but she doesn't count, cause she's in the Summerset Isle."
"Where are we?" Aela grunted, "And why are we in the same bed?" she slamming her head into her pillow.
"Well, I don't know, it could just be me jumping to conclusions, but I think there's a strong, possibly overwhelming possibility that we, that is to say you and I, did...well...'you know what'. " He it said as casually as he could while moving his hands to cover his nether regions under the blanket and slightly inching away.
"Did what?" she asked, confused.
"You know, the dance of love…? The tiresome tango? We made the beast with two backs?" He was slowly getting more nervous as Aela's expression got more thunderous.
"I just woke up and my head is pounding you idiot. No I don't know. Elaborate." She growled, Daaven sighed.
"We had sex." He said, wincing as the words carelessly tumbled out. She shot up a surprised expression on her face.
"What?" She blurted, before wincing at what must have been a particularly handsome headache if his own discomfort was any indication.
"See..e..ex?" he drew out, slightly squeaking while he did so. Squeezing his eyes shut expecting a blow. And that kids, is how the dragonborn lost his manhood...
When nothing happened, he opened his eyes to see Aela burying her face in her pillow. Confused, he poked her on the shoulder.
"Aela? You ok?" he asked, slightly worried. She shook her head into the pillow making the high elf bite his lower lip in worry. "Look, Aela I'm sorry."
Aela lifted the side of her face slightly to look at him through one eye, he could have sworn he saw a tinge of pink.
"You're blushing!" he exclaimed in surprise. Her visible eye widened before she quickly hid her face in the pillow again. Daaven raised his eyebrows - apparently he, and his genetalia, had been saved by Aela's previously unseen girly side - then smirked before he grabbed her, lifting her with ease and taking the pillow from her grasp. A light pink blush was on her face making her cover it with her hands. Daaven's eyes roamed downwards smirking at what he saw.
"Breasts!" He blurted happily. Aela gasped, her hands quickly flying down to cover her chest, her blush having visibly darkened.
"Tada! I win!" he cheered as the companion grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to cover her breasts.
"Very funny Vincie," She grumbled, "I didn't realise you were such a pervert." Daaven laughed.
"Am I a pervert for wanting to see a work of art?" He asked winking, making her blush further, if possable.
"Whatever, I'm going to bathe and dress." She said standing and wrapping the blanket around her, "No peeking, or I'll poke your eyes out."
"Kay, Kay!" He responded, rolling over he buried his face in the pillows, snuggling into the bed.
Aela lowered herself into the washtub sighing contentedly. She had gotten the innkeeper to get water and make the bath for her and it was perfect. She could see why Vincie stayed here, it offered privacy and it was quite nice. She glanced at the nude high elf on the bed. He was lying on his stomach, his slender back and the top of his firm buttocks uncovered by the sheets. She quickly averted her eyes.
Her and Vincie...What now? Had it just been a one night stand, or were they 'together'?
Now that she thought about it, Aela of the Companions courting Daaven Vincie, saviour of Skyrim and possibly the world, had a pretty nice ring to it. Though she didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing, she didn't see Vincie as the type to just hit it and quit it. He was completely insufferable and had the attention span of a hamster, but something about him made her think that there were certain things he wouldn't make light of. Things he wouldn't just shrug off. And she hoped that she would be one of those things. Smiling she got out of the tub and dried off. Her body had been sore from the alcohol and the previous night's activities - the memories of which were coming back in bits and pieces - but after that bath she felt like a new person.
Daaven found his attitude towards Aela somehow always been vastly different to his attitude with Sanguine. He didn't want to go out of his way to annoy Aela. There must have been something off kilter with his logic if he found provoking a Daedric Prince less frightening - and far more fun! - than provoking a single woman. But, beyond that, he somehow felt the desire to please her. He did as he was told without question for fear of a boot in the face, as well as for the slight quirk of her lips.
That morning, however, Aela was off her game and Daaven knew it. She didn't have to take charge this time though, as Daaven for once took the initiative and bought not only breakfast, a healthy breakfast at that, but also Honningbrew Mead.
"So…what have you been up to?" he asked, wincing at the sudden onslaught of awkwardness.
"What do you mean?" Aela took a large bite of Shepherds Pie.
"Oh you know, like, what have been up to these past few months?" Good stuff, he was keeping it casual.
"The usual, contracts and drinking with Skjor and Vilkas." She answered taking a sip of Honningbrew Mead while Daaven frowned at her words.
"Vilkas? He never goes out drinking," He said eyes slowly widening with horrible suspicion, "You didn't sleep with him did you?"
He felt his stomach clench and it felt like he was going to be sick.
"No! Why would you even suggest that?" She spluttered, before huffing, another one of her - surprisingly adorable - blushes rising on her cheeks, "What's it to you anyway, Vincie?"
"N-Nothing!" He blurted, feeling oddly relieved. After their meal, Daaven dragged Aela out the Inn, to the main gate.
"Wait! Where are you taking me?" she questioned him as they left the city
"To the great tundra's of Whiterun Hold!" He answered cheerfully.
"Why?" she had to ask loudly, trying to be overheard over the sound of their running footsteps.
"Because. We're gonna go hunting." He loped off the road and into the wilderness.
Daaven snuck across the dry tundra, looking around on the ground for footprints as he manoeuvred his way around rock, under bushes and through water. He was sneaking towards an outcropping of rocks when he heard a roar, two roars in fact, one was the loud animalistic roar of a dragon and the other was the loud battle cry of a giant. When Daaven and Aela looked towards the sounds they saw a dragon flying around in the air blowing fire at a very pissed off giant, who was surrounded by three elephant corpses. Daaven sat waiting for one of them to die. In the end the victor was, inevitably, the dragon and Daaven wasted no time in running to where the dead giant lay, pulling out his bow and shooting at the dragon. The large creature flew in circles above the dragonborn flying down a couple time to blow fire at him. Daaven continued to shoot and dodge he vaguely heard Aela calling to him.
When Aela got no response she pulled her bow out, climbed onto the rocks and started to shoot at the beast as well. After a few minutes the dragon landed on the ground next to the dragonborn and started to snap at him with its massive jaws. Daaven put away his bow and pulled out a battleaxe (not his preferred weapon but efficient in dragon killing) and jumped onto its head, straddling its neck he proceeded to hack at its head. It tried to buck him off but he lodged the battleaxe between the scales to keep him from falling to the ground, then put his free hand to the middle of the dragon's head and started to electrify it. It took another few minutes to kill the dragon at which its body slumped to the ground, Daaven pulled out his battleaxe and hopped off the dragon's head. Aela climbed of the rocks she had been standing on and ran to him.
"That was Amazing Vincie!" Aela cried in excitement, while Daaven smiled at her.
"Yes, t'was quite fun." He said, chuckling at her exhilaration.
As they walked back into the city Aela continued to babble excitedly about dragons and how he was so lucky to get to fight them daily. Daaven had never seen Aela so excited, or babble like a child after too many sweet rolls (or Daaven after too many sweet rolls). But then again this was the first time she had fought a dragon, and killing one could certainly elicit such an affect. As they approached the Companions building, Aela fell silent, stopping outside the front entrance.
"Are you going to stay over?" she demanded aggressively.
"I can't Aela, I hate sleeping in a room full of people."
"Vincie," Aela said in exasperation, "You can sleep with me in my room." A slightly awkward pause, "Anyway, you seriously need to stay over here sometimes. People are starting to think you're not serious about the Companions."
"What! Of course I am!" Daaven cried in indignation, "I just have a lot on my plate right now, I mean Skyrim aint' gonna save itself you know!"
"I know Vincie, and it's not me who thinks that, it's the others," Aela sighed, "And I cant keep sticking up for you, at some point they are going to kick you out regardless of what I say, to make room for other people." Daaven grimaced.
"Fine, I'll sleep in your room." He grumbled.
"Good." Aela hummed.
A/N: Thank you for all you kind words. Don't hesitate to leave a review.
