It seemed like mere moments for Serana, her mind floating in the bizarre paradox that was the bliss of being in the arms of her love while her head burned with memories of atrocities inflicted long ago. Nevertheless, the dragonborn must have been affectionately holding her and kissing her forehead for upwards of ten minutes now. Serana's reverie-like state was only broken by the dovahkiin starting to speak gently.

"Let's lie down. We'll be more comfortable that way"

The vampiress nodded her head slowly, before her companion took her hands and led her into a walk towards the bed.

On reaching the ornate bed, the dovahkiin deftly moved one hand over Serana's back, and one down to reach under her knees, before picking her up in one swift movement, and laying her carefully on the duvet. The feat seemed so effortless for the dragonborn, the vampiress thought, despite the fact that she must have weighed at least 50 kilograms. Serana rolled onto her side and studied the warrior before her, in a half-hearted bid to distract herself from the memories ripping at her mind. The dovahkiin was always physically impressive, to say the least, but the vampiress had never seen her with so few clothes before - her body was truly like a work of art, replete with perfectly toned abdominal muscles, sleek, elegant legs, and large round breasts. It felt comforting to know that she was quite literally in the hands of such a great warrior, one whose voice alone could turn the mightiest enemies to dust. But even that would not be enough to protect her from Molag Bal.

The dragonborn must have noticed the slight change in Serana's expression as she climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to their waists. She too rolled onto her side to face the vampiress.

"I'm never going to let anyone hurt you" The dovahkiin said with a steely look in her eyes and a determined expression on her face. It was the same look she gave Serana when they were about to enter a particularly difficult battle; she exuded faith in both of their abilities and an absolute conviction that the two of them would fight, and no matter how difficult the conflict, win.

"Can you hold me again?" Serana asked meekly. The dovahkiin smiled slightly before shifting her body closer to the vampiress and wrapping her arm over her side to caress her back. Serana could feel the dragonborn's bicep contracting against her side, and her muscular forearm pressed against her back. The vampiress reciprocated soon after, pushing her own elegant arm over the dovahkiin's midsection to rest her dainty fingers on her love's deltoid. She could not help but massage it slowly, which, to Serana's delight, elicited a contented hum from the dragonborn.

As the two women lay there, the vampiress's mind slowly began to become quieter. It was as if she had been encased in malicious ice, which gradually melted away as her lovers' warmth permeated her whole body. Serana felt her eyes grow heavier, and the last image she saw before falling asleep was that of the dovahkiin's beautiful features just inches from her face. From her platinum blonde hair flowing down like a waterfall of celestial light to her plump lips to her elegant eyelashes above her closed eyes. She truly was the most pulchritudinous creature Serana had ever laid eyes upon, in over a thousand years of life.