A/N: Ugh, I hate doing editing on the site, but Word is being such a pain in my heehaw. Anyhow, it's a short lil thing but it's something to read while I work on a bigger one! That might be what I start doing from now on, just little ones between bigger chapters? Would you guys and gals want that? I hope so! Lemme know! I didn't get too too much feedback about Shadowmere and Koudelka's forms, so lemme know about that too please DDD:
Teddy bear 007: Hai! I'm working on your prompt right now! I have it (mostly) planned out! I just gotta write it, it may be a lil long, so I might post a few little chapters beforehand! I hope you don't mind! I'm really glad you noticed me not using their names! It was really something I tried to emphasize.
Lvl34potato: It's alright, I was kinda surprised. Almost no one has reviewed on chapter ten, so I'm like horrified I drove them off with that idea about the forms! I hope not! (Cries in her corner) It's nice to hear from you tho! I hope you enjoy this one even though it's short.
Disclaimer: You know how it is, don't own, but don't steal Kou. Blah blah.
Important Notes for This Chapter: None. Zip. Jack, Nada.
Chapter Rating: K+ Some mentioning of sex, because Koudelka just can't help to tease people.
Ulfric thrummed his fingers on the table, filling the empty and awkward silence with a soft noise that seemed ten times louder than it should. He shifted in his seat at the dining table in the throne room, trying his best not to crack a smile.
Koudelka stood behind him, leaning her own back against his. She busied herself polishing an already spotless dagger. Ulfric had a feeling that a rather large smirk graced her features.
Jorleif cleared his throat from across the table, sighing and rubbing his hands nervously.
"While I understand she's your personal assassin, and she should be close to you at all times, I cannot possibly fathom a situation where you would need to have her in a heated lip lock against a kitchen wall!" The dark blond man quickly threw back his goblet of wine.
Koudelka's smirk widened unbeknownst to both men.
She shifted her back against Ulfric's, who tilted his head to look back at her slightly. Koudelka released a dramatic sigh.
"You're right, Jorleif. To be blunt, there was no reasonable excuse. In fact," both men choked with what she said next, both for different reasons, "Ulfric and I rut like fucking animals almost every night. Oh, you should just hear the noises this man can make. They're just so-"
"Koudelka! I do believe that is enough." The High King half-yelled as Jorleif stood abruptly. Koudelka started a random count down.
"Three," Jorleif suddenly looked dizzy.
"Twoooo," She slipped her dagger back into its sheath with a click.
"One." The steward collapsed onto the floor.
"Koudelka…" Ulfric ground out warningly. Said woman turned to face him, bending to wrap her arms around his neck. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Relax, lovely. It's just a potion, he'll wake up an hour. Won't remember a damn thing about this morning." The man smiled and turned his head to press their lips together softly.
"When did you even slip it into his drink?" She raised a hand to tap him on the nose playfully.
"Who said it was in the drink?"
She was gone before he could pull his into his lap for further questioning, leaving the throne room with an echoing and mischievous giggle.
Lemme know if you liked it! Hope to see you guys next chapter soon!