Kira let out a relaxing sigh and raised her hands to the sky in a stretch. She couldn't help but smile at the feeling of the sun against her skin.

" I can't wait to bathe and relax. Maybe I'll find a house too." She cheered.
" Good, you smell."

" No, it's you who smells." She shot back.

" I think that's just you, princess. Then again, your smell could be rubbing off on me."
Kira elbowed him in the arm playfully." Go soak your head in poison."

" Oh now, now," He smirked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close," We could just settle this you and I, in some stream. I bet I can get the dirt off that pretty body of yours."

They stopped and faced each other before he slyly added on, " I would enjoy that."
Kira rolled her eyes and placed her hand on his face and pushed him away. " You wish."

He pushed her hand from his face and chuckled. " I do indeed."

" Maybe one day Bishop." She spoke. Bishop watched her pause in the middle of her step. She reached her hands out and pulled herself close to him, pressing her body against his. Even through the armor he could feel her heat and every curve of her body. Her lips were soft and playful as they planted a gently kiss on his cheek.

" Thank you Bishop." She whispered into his ear. Her voice was soft and innocent, almost angelic in its own way. He found himself suppressing a whine as she turned and returned to her walking. Bishop cussed at himself under his breath as he followed behind. What control he had on himself was dwindling fast.

Bishop held open the door and allowed for Karnwyr and I to walk in before following behind. I looked around at everyone while Bishop called for the bartender. I had noticed her almost instantly. Her auburn hair, dark skin, the obnoxious sway of her his and the way her eyes were locked on Bishop.

" My name is Neeshka. Do you think I'm pretty?"
What a way to introduce yourself.
" I think you're a pest. We need two rooms, bartender." Bishop called as he walked up to the bar. I stood there as if she wasn't even alive. The bitch pissed me off. Not to mention she wore thieves guild armor. She was a disgrace of a thief.

" I only have one available." The bartender frowned.

" I think I can help you, big man." Neeshka cooed with a gentle touch on his shoulder. I rolled my eyes. I could definitely help Neeshka with my fist.

" Go away flea," Bishop growled," Bartender, you're sure there isn't anything else?"

" I do have a storage room available. Although it might be uncomfortable with the produce I have back there."
" I'll take it, with a reduced priced for the inconvenience, and the room too for the night. Can the single room be well secured?" He continued, trying to ignore the woman hanging on his arm.

" Yes, of course."

And of course she interrupted him again.

" You don't need to sleep in a storage room."

He ignored her.

" Do you have a bathtub."
I wish I could have smiled back at the bartender but I just couldn't find myself to.

" Sure do, water's still warm too."

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms. Neeshka looked at me then brushed me off and only intensified her flirtation. She leaned up against him with her finger dragging seductively across his chest.

" You don't need her. I can wash your back."

" I thought I told you to get lost, flea. Maybe I should put you over my knee for being such a pest."
" She'd probably like it." I mumbled only long enough for a near by citizen to hear me. He could only cover his mouth in attempt to hide his laughter. Neeshka bent in close to his ear.
" Would you? I like it rough."
Not surprised.
" Your testing my patience." Bishop warned. In all honesty, I was normally a very patient person, much more than Bishop at that. But I was about ready to Fus Roh Dah her ass. Had it not been for the bartender I probably would have.
" I uh . . . I'll show you to your baths."

I didn't say anything and shoved in between the two, purposely hitting Neeshka with my shoulder as I passed. I thanked the bartender as he showed us to the baths with a somewhat forced smile. I was still irritated by the flea that kept following Bishop.
" No one is getting in here without making a lot of racket. We should be good. You can go first, I'll wait outside the door." Bishop spoke. I didn't argue. Not only did I want to wash away all the blood that was missed but I needed to step away and cool down. So I walked behind the small wooden guard that blocked a part of the bath and began to undress. I lowered myself into the water and dunked my head. I stayed there for a while and relaxed. Swimming or even being in water was something I could do forever and never get tired of it. I pushed up and surfaced, pushing my golden hair back from my face. Then I heard it again.

" Get out of here, flea."
" Will you stop calling me that? I'm a thief, not a flea."

I swam to the edge of the tub and peered over the edge, my hands holding me up. I could make out their two figures just past the wooden guard.

" Fleas attack themselves to a body to make food."
"Okay I get it," She sighed," But you are what I desire in a man, I'd be a fool if I didn't give it every effort."

" Consider it given. Now get lost."

" I make a good bellywarmer." She pushed. Bishop had gotten so blunt that it nearly made me laugh.

" Not interested."
" What makes her so special?" She whined. I froze. Me? Surely I wasn't so special to Bishop.

" She just is. Now get lost."
" I'm better for you than her!"
She just never gave up. I even started to feel bad for Bishop for having to deal with her.

" Get out of here now, or die, your choice."

" I just want to be with you." She continued to plea. But it just didn't seem he was having it.

" That's not possible, now get out."

" I could be good for you." She continued, the fake tears watering up in her eyes.

" I will slit your throat if you come back into this room."

Neeshka's lip quivered and her ear's turned red.
" Fine! Just go then!"

That woman made no sense. So I relaxed a little longer dropped some lavender into the water, letting the scent dissipate into the water. My headache began to ease up and my muscles relaxed. I wished I could have just paused that moment but I knew I couldn't spend too much time and keep Bishop waiting for too long. So I dressed in a dress that was hung over the guard and slipped into it, once again staying barefoot like how I had in Riverwood.

" Thanks for waiting." I spoke as I walked up to him, armor in hand. He didn't make a comment on he previous conversation and decided my ears weren't suppose to of had heard it. So I kept my mouth shut. While Bishop bathed I stood guard and began to order us some dinner. Then that way when he came out it would be hot and ready to eat.

While we ate I talked about how I wanted to see the bard college and visit a friend in Solitude that I had grown up with. Bishop simply nodded and glared at Neeshka any time she would try to step near him. I let him flirt with me and I would return it with an occasional touch of his shoulder or laugh just to ward her off.

When she had retired to her room it had been about the time we had finished our dinner. So we stood and we had split, me going up the stairs and Bishop heading to the storage room. I couldn't just let him sleep there.

" Bishop." I called down towards him. He turned and glanced up at me with a small smile.

" What can a ranger do for his lady?" He asked pleasantly. I couldn't help but smile back.
" You don't need to sleep in the storage room, Bishop. I'm sure the bed is big enough for two." I say as I stepped down the stairs a few steps. He rose a brow at me.
" At times like this, I truly appreciate having a woman such as yourself by my side. Thought of you in my bed keeps me warm all over."
I ignored the last part of his comment before resuming my climb up the stairs.

" Lets go Bishop."

Bishop raised the covers and climbed inside the bed next to Kira. The sudden presence of her behind him began to grow on him. He began to grow more and more subconscious of everything around him. How the sheets fell in the dip of her waist and rose on the curve of her hips, the smell of lavender drowning him. At first he had been grateful of her offer, to think that she trusted him to share a bed despite sleeping in each other's presence for so long, but now he began to second guess it. He should have gotten up and walked back down stairs but he just couldn't find his strength. Instead all he could do was resist the urge to turn and hold her in his arms.