A/n: Okay guys, I just want tell you that this chapter is basically just sex and you do not have to read it at all if you don't like this stuff. The main story will start again after this chapter, so all of you young children out there who are attempting to read this, you will get no seconds on desert! Now go to your room...

I own nothing 'cept my imagination~

He felt himself smile again. You are a truly lecherous man, Farengar , he thought to himself, but he was too happy to really give a damn.

He felt her lips meld with his again, and he happily obliged, returning the favor. It was strange, feeling someone else mold with him so quickly, and he almost feared it at fist. So many years of isolation in his study, examining the past of Skyrim and the magickal forces that surround Mundus, and now he was allowing another into his life. He felt her velvety tongue glide across his lower lip, making him almost shiver. He opened his mouth and their tongues fought a heated battle. She tasted strange, but not at all unpleasant. She tasted of something warm and sweet, probably some kind of alcohol, but his mind wasn't exactly up to the task of identifying which one.

He felt her lean in to him, her hands tentatively exploring his chest and arms while her tongue explored his own. And even though he wanted so much more, he was content with just her lips and hands, even if damnable fabric was in the way...

Until he felt a strap fall loose on his robes.

He jumped away from her, leaving her dazed and confused. He cursed at himself silently, then looked back at her. "I'm sorry," he said, voice rather rough from their activities. Lilly smiled, her eyes stilled dazed. "It's fine," She said simply, leaning in again. Farengar backed away again, and this time she truly looked hurt, perhaps even angry.

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "Lilly, I don't want you to think that you have to sleep with me to make all of this official. I don't want you to make any choices you will regret later." She sighed and moved closer to him, forcing him to lean back. She didn't stop until she was over him, holding herself over the lower half of him with her hands and knees, leaving him to be propped up by his elbows. She smiled a smile that could only be described as wicked and leaned forward, placing soft kisses on his cheek and jaw until she reached his ear. "I want this..." She said in a hushed voice, and Farengar felt himself almost shiver. Gods how he wanted her, but he didn't want to see her hurt.

That mentality changed when he felt a hand begin to travel down his chest, then his stomach, and continuing lower until her hand rests just above his groin area. He breath caught in his throat and he felt himself reacting to her already. Damnable self control, he mentally cursed. He wanted so badly just to give in, and his resolve was hanging by a thread. She moved closer, and he watcher her every movement like a hawk eyeing it's prey. Before she leaned in and kissed him, he shifted so she missed him by a small amount and whispered to her. "Are you certain this is what you want?"

She made a small noise that was halfway between a growl and a sigh of frustration. She looked at him straight in the eyes, her hazel eyes burning with a feeling that made his body heat up with desire. "What do you want me to say? I already told you I was!" He looked at her frustration and felt a smirk creep onto his lips. "Looks like you'll just have to try a bit harder."

She narrowed her eyes at the challenge, then gave a devious smirk that rivaled his own (that took talent, mind you). She Leaned forward and kissed him, rougher than the last few that dripped with need. He felt a small growl rise to his lips as he met her passion, hands sliding along her hips and her arse. He felt her smile a bit into the kiss before pulling away to kiss his jaw. He felt his body almost burning with desire as her one hand began to move steadily against his groin.

"Let me be clear," She growled out, low and heated. "Fuck me, Farengar."

And with that the thread that held the last of his resolve snapped.

Farengar grabbed her shoulders and moved her to the ground, probably more harsh than he had intended, but he wanted to giver her what she wanted. He pinned her back to the ground and kissed her , tongue sliding in to taste her strange, almost herbal taste. She groaned in appreciation and slid her hands along his back, playing at one of the straps there. "Robes," she growled out, and he agreed. The sooner clothes were removed, the better.

He kept her to the stone ground, removing straps to her dress with surprisingly deft hands, showering her neck and mouth with heated kisses. He felt a hand reach up to undo more straps to his robes, but he moved the hand away, hearing a sigh of frustration in response. "Patience is a virtue," Farengar stated, his voice more rough than usual. Lilly made shot him a glare, and he simply smiled back.

As he moved in and kissed her lips again, he felt her relax again. He took his chance and slid his hand up one of her legs, making her flinch at first. He pulled away and gave her a concerned look. She sighed, moving her hands up so they were in his hair. "I'm fine," she stated plainly. He waited a few moments for her before he continued his exploration. His hand moved up the soft skin of her leg until it reached her underthings. He smirked at her expression, one of desire and frustration.

He started moving his hand back down her leg, and he had to fight a smile that threatened when her head fell back in annoyance. Yes, he was absolutely aching for her, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun with this.

"Dammit, Farengar," she groaned out, and he felt a bolt of heat shoot through him at the way his name sounded in her groans of frustration. Which made him wonder what it would sound like with her gasping for him in elation.

After all, he did so love his experiments.

He removed her boots, keeping his eyes locked with hers. After that, he reached around to the small of her back, unlacing the final straps that secured to bothersome article of clothing to her body, and slid it from her. He watched as her face heated and she attempted to cover herself slightly, her hands coming up to hide her chest. After he slid the dress away, he took hold of her hands and moved them gently to her sides. He gave her a look, telling her wit his eyes tat she was too beautiful to cover up, and she got the hint. She took a breath and looked away,something he simply couldn't do.

Her body was perfect. Her body curved at all the right places, her breasts were the perfect size for his hands, and her eyes were burning with a challenge, a hint of a smile playing across her lovely lips. "Like whatcha see?" She asked, and Farengar couldn't help but smile. "Very much," he muttered. He ran his fingers along her milky skin, feeling her skin grow goosebumps. His hands skimmed along the skin on her abdomen, but suddenly she sat up, so close to him that he nearly fell backwards. She smiled, raising a hand to touch the sides of his face, then kissed him again, slow and languid.

She sat back, smiling, and a part of him caught fire with that smile. He moved to kiss her again, but she stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. He looked from the hand on his chest to her. "Patience," she said, mimicking his earlier tone. He felt himself smirk, then sighed dramatically as she did. She giggled, then moved her hands to the final straps on his robes, and this time he let her. there was something about the idea of her undressing him that made his heart pound and his body heat.

She was slow, on purpose obviously. She wanted to torture him every second he did to her. But what she did left him feeling desperate and helpless. As she pulled away his robes, she kissed his skin, all the way down his stomach. He couldn't help the groan that slid past his lips when her tongue drew slowly across his nipples that left them cold in the night air. When her lips reached the edge of his trousers, she moved back up, kissing his lips with fire. He growled into the kiss in an animalistic fashion, tongue moving in to taste her again.

His hands ran along her sides and rear, causing her to make incredible little noises in his mouth. He felt his patience wearing thin, and he moved his hands up her back, untying the simple bra that held her breasts away from him. It fell away smoothly, revealing her soft, round breasts to him. He leaned forward and returned the favor, drawing his tongue slow over her breast. She gasped and shuddered under him, and that was something he simply needed more of.

His hands traveled down her sides until his hands met the edge of her underwear, dipping his fingers into the fabric before his hands were pulled away. He looked up at her, and she was still smiling, then shook her finger at him jokingly. "Ah-ah-ah, you aren't going to have all the fun here," She said as a teacher would scold a student, then leaned in and kissed his throat and neck. He chuckled, at least until her fingers lingered on the edge of his trousers. She looked back up at him with a devilish smirk. Divines, just grant me the chance to take that smirk off her face, he thought to himself heatedly. Her cool fingers met the skin just beneath the edge of his trousers, and as she moved to kiss his lips, she slid away both pieces of fabric that hid his hardened desire from the night air. He growled into her mouth again, his body desperate for his need to be satiated. He felt desperate, and she knew it.

He gently led her to the ground, on hand resting on the small of her back while the other slipped her underwear from her body. When he saw her face again, she know longer held that damned smirk, but a heat that made her eyes look aflame. Those eyes that glowed almost gold in the firelight beside them, nearly drove him mad. And, as cliche as it may have seemed, when his member slid into her slick, warm folds, he shuddered from the pure bliss it brought him.

He was gentle, of course. He knew this was her first time with anything this intimate and he was no animal. He watched her face carefully, and her first expression was one of great discomfort as he broke her wall. He kissed her, hoping to just draw away the discomfort. As large an ego he had, and however much that ego wanted to leave her in mindless ecstasy, he did not ever want to hurt her. Even the thought of her with this mild discomfort made him slightly angry at himself. But it wasn't long before her she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him, encouraging him to continue. And, the gentleman he was, he was happy to oblige.

The pace was slow at first, allowing her to grow accustomed to him. She whispered a few curses, very much characteristic of her, but other than that it was her sighs and and his somewhat silent and reverent whispers of her name. Now, Farengar was not a weak man, but if she had told him to leap off of the Throat of the World at this moment, he would have done it. Her fingers trailed down his back, lightly. But when the pace began to increase and the groans of pleasure grew louder and the raises to the divines grew more insistent, those gentle fingers turned to claws that raked down his back and filled his mind with fog and bliss.

His name on her lips and the pain of her nails on his skin drove him onward, making the fire grow in the pit of his stomach. The noises she made reached a new height, signaling her coming end. "Farengar-," Lilly choked out as her walls spasmed around his throbbing member. He felt himself nearing an end as well, and kissed her long and hard as he growled, releasing his seed within her and leaving his mind in a blank state.

After their interlude, he pulled himself out of her and moved to lie beside her, panting and sweating. It was a few long moments before either spoke, and only the sounds of their breaths filled the air aside from the crackle of the fire. A hand traveled up his chest ans a head moved to rest in the crook of his neck as Lilly curled up to him. He smiled, holding her close with a single arm as he watched the night sky. "That was...," she said, then trailed off into an unintelligible mumble. He smirked. "It was what? Incredible? Mind blowing? Absolutely the best sex you have ever had?" She laughed and hit him in the chest. "Well, if I have stroke your massive ego, I would say that it was the best I've ever had." He grinned, looking down at his messy haired princess, then paused. "Wait, you've never had anyone else."

"Mhmm."

"Then you have to say something else!"

"Uh-uh."

"Yes."

"Ugh," She groaned and glared at him. "Fine. It was incredible." He smiled again and kissed the top of her head. "Glad to know that I can always resort to sex while apologizing." She let out a sound of disdain and moved to leave. He grabbed her around the waist and laughed. "No, wait. Please stay." She turned and glared at him, then that glare turned to a sly smile. "Only if you... Apologize." He chuckled and kissed her again. "Perhaps next time?" She nodded and yawned. He felt himself begin to drift off as well, and pulled the blanket from the bedroll to drape over the both of them. He kissed her head and whispered to her. "Goodnight, my princess." And this time, she didn't kick him, but just sighed. He smiled and felt his eyes dip, calling him to the land of slumber.

A/N: I did it! YAAAAAAYYYY! Now back to the story next chapter! Tell me how you guys liked this one! Love you!