Bodger and Artemis
Bodger wipes his brow as he takes a break from his forge, and notices someone at the entrance of his tent.
He puts on his customer greeting face. Then his smile becomes genuine, because this isn't just anyone, it's Artemis.
She is a platinum pure paladin and always dressed in the most powerful and intricate sets of armour, which makes her one of his best customers. Not to mention sporting the most gorgeous set of muscles he's ever seen on a woman. Which makes her one of the most attractive women he's ever met too.
Not today. Today she's transfigured by a Hallows festival spell, into a slip of a lass, barely up to his chin. Today she's exactly what other men, lesser men in Bodger's opinion, would find very attractive. And she looks nervous, fidgety.
He smiles, uses his pet name for her. "Morrow, Strong woman. "
It's a joke, right now. With her wearing a frilly dress, all tied up with a bow. She doesn't laugh.
"Enjoying the Hallows, I see." He smiles at her, wiping his hands clean on a spare rag.
"Yeah," She says. Looking up at him through long eyelashes shyly, acting most unlike herself. The spell puts powder and paint on her face to make her eyes look large and smoky soft, her lips pink and full, like they're freshly kissed.
"What brings ye ta forge, the dae? Ye have nae armor for me." Bodger jokes, tossing his hammer casually to show off his strength. Part of his now habitual attempts to seduce her. Platinum pure paladins aren't particularly interested in seduction, though.
A pity. Those lips do stoke his fires.
He holds an arm out to her with a grin. "Want an arm wrestle again?"
She doesn't reply, instead she goes straight to the spot on the ground near his forge that she's only once stood upon. The glitching quest spot where so many female adventurers have stood, if they want to start the dialogue sequence to try to seduce him.
He puts the hammer down and bites his lip, paying her his full attention.
"My sweet paladin. If you're teasing me... " Bodger trails off.
She fidgets again, but she doesn't move. She just stands there, haloed by sunlight. Looking as soft and pure as he's always imagined her heart to be, deep within her well muscled, well armoured chest.
She's pure in a way he has wanted to corrupt for so very long. Triumph is an insufficient word for what he's feeling.
He plays it cool. He goes through the ritual form of the words, but he also walks slowly toward her, holding her gaze. "Me glims are full o' forge soot, and I cannae see ye right lass. Is this ma dear lady love, returned tae me at last?"
She replies, quoting from the same script, but her eyes slowly widen in anticipation as Bodger draws close. She barely stammers out. "It is, Bodger, you great lump."
"Oh luv, I've missed ye somethin' sore." He steps close. "Let me be good tae ye." He bends down so his lips are almost brushing hers as he says these last few words, his breath warming her skin, his hands at her waist.
"Then take me to bed, and be good tae me." She finishes the script, and closes the distance between them. They kiss so softly, their lips barely sealed to one another, a slowly caressing warmth that fits her gentleness perfectly. Oh yes, he's studied his Artemis well, she's a gentle giant if he ever saw one.
She steps back a little, shy. "Sorry, is my appearance ruining the mood for you?"
"No, no!" He assures her. "You, luv, could look like a goat, and I'd still want ye."
"This isn't how it usually goes..." She says. Oh, so she has paid attention to his other flings.
"Luv, no, it's not you." He assures her, then kneels. "This better?" He jokes. "Back tae looking doon at me?"
She smiles, and he sighs in relief. They're back to jokes, light hearts. Fun. This is supposed to be enjoyable, that's what he used this glitch for, a good time.
He takes her newly small and delicate hand in his big, rough, callused ones. "I'm holding back because I'm frightened of spooking you, pet. Will ye truly make love tae me?"
"That's still up to you." She says, uncertainly.
He doesn't understand the 'still'. She's always been the one who has turned him down. He answers. "I want to be good tae ye, soo much. Do ye want me?"
"Yes." She says.
"Then have me." He invites her, continues.
"Better do this right, eh luv?" He holds his arms out to cradle her. Someone has to carry tae other bedward, yeh?"
She lowers herself onto his waiting arms, and he pulls her close to his chest, then stands up smoothly. She holds his shoulder to steady herself, and her face is so close that he can see her dilated pupils, her light blush. He always loves how intimate this part is.
