Jordis stood in the doorway the next day with her pack by her feet and her eyes on her Thane. "Well… I will see you next you come to Falkreath, my Thane."
Malvina gave an overly-cheerful smile, which frankly always made everyone in the vicinity uneasy. "Of course, Jordis. Remember, I left the directions for the construction I want done in the chest by the main entrance." She instructed, still in a sickeningly sweet tone. "You have plenty of supplies stored in there as well, so you needn't be too worried about it first thing you arrive."
The war-maiden nodded mutely and secured her travelling pack firmly onto her back.
"Honour to you, my Thane." She said, as a final greeting, and she was out the door on sure, quick feet. Miraak certainly didn't blame her for it. There were many horrors taking place in the house lately.
"So-" Malvina turned on him after the door closed firmly behind the housecarl. "-what do you propose we do now?"
Alarm bells rang inside Miraak's mind as he recognised the exasperatingly careless expression she wore as the same one that that caused him to make the comment on her armour the other day. He had complimented her in his most sardonic tone, of course, and though the comment had been true, she wasn't supposed to know that at the time- it had been meant as an insult and spoken like an insult, for gods' sake, and he couldn't for the life of him understand why she hadn't taken it as such. She'd looked at him sultrily instead of snapping at him, and that was when she started taking said armour off. All the rest was a blur, as much as it shamed him to say it.
All that inviting skin exposed to his eyes and the sight of her hair thrown messily behind her.
"What makes you think I have nothing better to do than spend the afternoon planning activities with the likes of you?" He mocked, disturbed once again by his own train of thoughts, though she did not seem fazed by his sudden hostility.
Miraak hated that he was losing his touch when it came to intimidation as well as his grip on his self-control.
He used to be menacing, frightening- he used to have dignity!- but she'd taken even that away from him by presenting herself naked before him, and twice at that. It had worked the first time in his room, and it did so just as well the second time in the living-room.
"Well, you didn't mind it yesterday." She threw back, infuriatingly chippy. She'd been a lot less snappy since they had their dalliance, and Miraak was sure he did not like it. He'd long suspected much of the reason for Malvina's usually foul mood had been born out of sexual frustration. It made sense, since he didn't suppose she'd had much time to run around to sate her appetite since the two of them got stuck together, and the Breton's behaviour only proved it.
If she had simply bedded someone sooner Miraak realised he would have been spared a lot of grief, but it pleased the man that he'd managed to deprive the Breton of her usual string of lovers since he'd entered her life. Served her right for being such a pain in his side for so long.
By that reasoning though, he ought not to have been so accommodating by solving her problem himself, but he was mollified by the knowledge that he had his own, now very-much-mortal body to deal with as well. He had not indulged in carnal pleasure in thousands of years, of course it would take a while to get the new impulses out of his system- even if it was Malvina he did it with.
He had assumed once would be enough, but perhaps it had been twice. Either way, it was done. It was never to happen again.
He would write the blasted book, be impaled by Mora's spectral form, and be rid of his mortality as well. Pitiful, but the only appropriate scenario.
"Did you mind?" She teased, not caring for the delicacy of the subject or his collapsing nerves.
"That was…" He trailed off, not entirely sure there really were acceptable excuses for allowing her to play with him in such lewd ways, even if they were so clearly stated by his logical side.
Malvina laughed, short and breathy, and the length of her neck as she moved her head to the side had no right to look so attractive on such a maddening woman.
"So you admit it, you enjoyed it!" She accused in a victorious voice, closing in on him. It was truly sad, since he had not minded indeed. Miraak would admit he preferred the new way of 'pleasuring' Malvina to being humiliated by her at every opportunity.
He would rather be struck down than say it, though.
"I admit nothing!" He hissed.
Just because he knew his weakness did not mean he wanted the world to know, and Malvina even less.
She hummed under her breath and moved her arms around his neck, and there were no viable excuses for why he allowed it either.
He watched in silent horror and growing, shameful anticipation as she brought her mouth to his ear and lifted herself on the tips of her toes so her breath brushed hot against the side of his neck as she spoke.
"So, which room do you want to defile next?" She asked: completely serious, entirely too pleased with herself and not one bit ashamed by it.
When the whole thing started, Miraak had assumed Malvina was more interested in teasing him for her own sordid, mental pleasure, but their two encounters thus far seemed to indicate he had been incredibly wrong.
It appeared Malvina much preferred physical stimulation over mental one.
He didn't make a conscious decision to crush her mouth to his, but somehow it happened, and he didn't remember walking to the kitchen, but somehow they were there and they were having at it against the wall.
Malvina had her hands down the front of his robes- really, when did she even pry them open?- and only then did it occur to Miraak that she had been serious about having careless sex, just like that, since the first time she'd asked.
She couldn't care less about the implications or the scandalous inappropriateness of it all as long as she got what she wanted out of it, and with her impulsive, addictive personality, he wondered why he'd doubted it in the first place.
Malvina wanted this- and as much as he denied it aloud, he wanted it as well.
Interesting, very interesting indeed.
It could prove to be an…exciting twist in their relationship.
He moved his hands over the leather of her armour with new intent, pleased by the way she pushed closer into his touch. She squirmed and struggled beautifully, that had always been true.
Malvina moaned loudly against the hollow of his throat and bit his shoulder hard in retaliation, cutting off his ability to reason abruptly. He didn't need more to know he should help her with the straps of her armour- he found himself thinking since she'd planned this she should have had the insight to put on less constricting clothing, damn it- and the leather was discarded after a bit of a struggle.
She wore a plain, cotton shirt underneath it, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of the white fabric clinging to her sun-kissed skin. As it was often the case, she did not approve of him taking his time.
"Today, Miraak." She snapped, still breathless, still pressed to his front, still infuriating.
He chuckled despite himself, laughing at himself and at her and at the strangeness of it all.
"Miraak!" She half-scolded, half-pleaded.
He was apparently really bad when she pleaded, since the next moment his hard-gathered composure went out the proverbial window and so did his patience.
-and there went her shirt, and there went her pride, and there went his sanity…
Again.
It ended up being quite a fun ordeal, really.
'Divines, was he in trouble.'
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