Chapter 25

A/N: This is a short chapter, there will be more lengthy ones in the near future, thanks for reading.

Nazgurat had an interesting dream that night, after Bo and Jane had been woken up for their watch and he had settled down to sleep with Lynne. It had been quite a while since his last sexual encounter, to be specific, since he had last entered a brothel. Since being with Lynne and resisting the urges, he had become extremely sensitive. That night, Nazgurat dreamt about Lynne, and making love to her. Not fucking, like he would with a wench, but love making, and his dream seemed to emit into real life.

He shifted slightly, waking Lynne. She felt him move beside him, but she did not open her eyes until she heard a sound. Lynne's eyes snapped open, did he just moan?

Looking up at him, Nazgurat's eyes were squeezed shut, although his hand had was moving and had wandered down to his breeches, untying them. Lynne watched silently as the Orsimer reached down his pants and began to stroke him self, his erection full and straining against the material. His breaths became more labored, and he moaned again, a little louder, whimpering Lynne's name. His talking emanated deeply with Lynne, and she could feel the start of her own arousal. She made no move to wake Nazgurat. Lynne continued to watch as he pleased himself, his eyes still close, and his head went back slightly.

Suddenly his hand was removed from his member and his hands wandered again, reaching out to Lynne. He ran his hand down her arm and down her waist, hoarsely mumbling her name in barely a whisper, traveling down to gently rub her privates through her pants, sending Lynne ablaze. She let him stroke her, feeling her moisture seep into her underwear, lying silently while Nazgurat moved his hand up and into pants. However the moment his finger brushed lightly over Lynne's folds, she couldn't suppress a whimper and Nazgurat's eyes fluttered open.

Realization dawned on his face, and the Orsimer wrenched his hand back, flinging the blankets back and scrambling to stand up.

"Nazgurat!" Lynne whispered, standing up as well and chasing after the Orc, who had turned to run. She grabbed onto his arm and forcefully pulled him back. They struggled momentarily; as the delirious Nazgurat allowed his urge to run overtake him, until Lynne succeeded in tackling him to the ground, straddling his hips and sitting on top of him to stop him from rising.

"Nazgurat!" Lynne shouted, grabbing the Orc's shoulders. He started to weep, and Lynne looked down at him in shock.

A little ways away, Jane had moved to get up, but Bo had pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her and bowing his head. He had woken up when he heard the couples moaning.

"Let them solve their problem," he whispered into Jane's ear, and she nodded, settling down again but her ears were alert to the conversation going on nearby.

"I'm sorry," Nazgurat repeated, utterly ashamed of what he had done to Lynne. "I'm so sorry."

"Listen to me," Lynne replied softly, and then more forcefully. "Nazgurat seriously, love." She reached down and wiped at his tear stained cheeks.

"I want you, Nazgurat. Why is that so hard to accept?"

"It-it isn't that…you're different…"

"So you keep reminding me…and since I am different then the outcome isn't going to be the same is it?"

"I…"

"You know it won't. What must I do to get that through to you?" Lynne sighed, bowing her head. "I feel like I'm not doing a good enough job to please you. You are hesitant to touch me, I feel…I don't feel good enough for you."

"What? NO! That is not true AT ALL!" He roared, feeling like the shittiest person alive.

"I love you! Okay? Okay Nazgurat?" Lynne cried back. "Is that what you need?" She cupped both of cheeks, and tears sprang to her eyes. "I love you, you stupid Orc," she whispered. Nazgurat froze, blown away by Lynne's confession, and he came to realize something of him self as well, it was so blatantly obvious now that it was out in the open.

"I love you too," he replied quietly, wrapping his arms around the Nord, still on his back with the woman suggestively on top of him. If Jane and Bo hadn't been there, he would have given him self up to her mercy. "I…" Nazgurat's voice broke, and he wept again, but he was happy. "You make me so happy."

After a few minutes Lynne sat up, staring into Nazgurat's red eyes, which glistened with tears.

"I am yours Nazgurat, mind, soul…body. All of it is yours. Do not turn away from me."

Lynne leaned down and fiercely claimed the Orc's lips, feeling the familiar press of his tusks, and whimpering against his mouth as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Lynne climbed off of the Orsimer and helped him up, leading him back to their bedrolls. The pair lay down and continued to kiss for some time, and Nazgurat allowed his hand to wander up Lynne's back, feeling the softness of her skin and a few bumps of old scars, letting go of his insecurities for once and enjoying his woman. Lynne was overjoyed, her hands wandering down his breeches to gently squeeze his buttocks, and the Orsimer chuckled, sighing contentedly.

"I hope you have more dreams like that in the future," Lynne joked quietly, and she lay her head down, allowing sleep to overcome her so they would be well rested for the next day.

Across from them, Jane bit her lip, quietly crying while Bo was oblivious to her, he was practically asleep. She was so happy for the other couple, but a part of her was breaking; she desperately wished that had been Bo and Jane, and didn't know what to about anything anymore.