Brynjolf eye's opened and he rolled over. There Kyra laid, fast asleep in his shirt. She gave a small shiver and huddled into a ball in attempt to get warm. He slightly rose from the bed and searched the wardrobe for more furs. Then, as softly as he could, he laid them on her without waking her. Then he turned to the fire. It had nothing left except a small flame, so he fed it a new log. Now when he looked back at her she had relaxed and accepted the warmth. Brynjolf smiled to himself then silently crept downstairs.

Once he was in the kitchen he lit a lantern and placed it on the counter. While gathering ingredients he let the oven heat with a new flame. Then he sat and starred at it all. Flour, eggs, butter. The cake she described earlier sounded simple to make but now that he was here trying to attempt it, well, it didn't seem so easy any more.

So he started off with what he knew as a basic mix for a cake. Then he poured it onto a sheet and let it bake in the oven. There he waited patiently in the night until the edges were a golden brown then slid it out. He grabbed the spatula and tried to flip it, only to make a mess of it. He frowned but let it finish cooking.

The cake itself didn't taste too bad but how it looked was another story. That would come with practice. But the snowberry sauce . . . where did he even start?

The sunlight began to pour into the kitchen, warning him of the morning. Quickly, he cleaned up the mess and removed any evidence of him being there. Then he quickly snuck his way back up to his room. There he was happy to see that Kyra hadn't moved an inch.

With goosebumps on his skin, he closed the door and gladly took his place next to her. But by accident he let his feet graze her leg, making her shiver. She groaned as she turned.

" My lord you're freezing." She mumbled, still half asleep. She didn't even have the energy to open her eyes.
" I'm sorry lass."

He nearly jumped at the feeling of her arm around his waist, pulling them close.

" Here, we can share." She continued as she took her furs and laid them over the two of them. As soon as she was done she nuzzled her head into his bare chest and fell back into her sleep. Brynjolf accepted her warmth without any second guesses. She truly was warm. He could feel the heat of her skin right through the fabric of his shirt. Not to mention he could also feel every curve as well. While trying to control his mind and heart he closed his eyes and forced himself into a bliss sleep.

In the morning both slept soundly. The fire had died down, the sunlight muted by the curtains. Brynjolf laid peacefully, and in his arms, Kyra. Their chest rose and fell at the same beat and their legs tangled together.

Kyra stirred slightly at the sound of a thump but quickly fell back into her sleep without waking Brynjolf. Then it happened again. This time louder. Brynjolf woke up as she let out an annoyed groan, pulling the sheets and furs up over her shoulder.

" What in the world are they doing?" Brynjolf mumbled.

" I don't know. But it's annoying."

He couldn't argue with that. He had been up late the night before not to mention it was still early in the morning. He wanted to sleep undisturbed.

After it happened for the last time Brynjolf pulled away. Behind him he heard a soft whimper. He glanced back and saw Kyra frowning, her hand grabbing the sheet where he once laid.

" I'll be right back lass." He smiled as his hand draped across her cheek. It was amazing how different she was when she wasn't on a job. Never before would she had complained about not sleeping in let alone him leaving the bed.

He opened the door and peered down at the floor down below. There he spotted the trouble makers red handed.

" What are you guys doing so early in the morning?" He hissed softly. Delvin and Vex stood there, peering up at him. " Don't tell me you two are arguing this early in the morning. Can't you guys wait until all of us are awake?"

" I was coming back from the restroom when she nearly killed me." Delvin started.
" Besides, we were actually discussing something."
Brynjolf rose his brow in question. " Oh? About what?"

" Kyra's gift."

His lips frowned.

" Four days left Brynjolf. You need to ask us just like Delvin here."

" You asked them!"
" I had no choice! There are only four days!" Delvin rushed in his defense. Brynjolf sighed and rubbed his head. He was suppose to figure it out himself. He was suppose to be able to know her well enough to figure out her gift on his own.

" It's something that we can't do Brynjolf. I can't tell you much but I can tell you that you're the only one who can pull it off. So get your head out of your ass and ask them you stubborn nord!"

Brynjolf sighed and ran a hand through his hair. " Fine, if I can't think of anything by tonight then I'll ask. Until them I'm going back to bed."
And with that he turned and shut the door once more.
" What was wrong?"
He spotted Kyra looking up at him from the bed, her voice thick with sleep.
" Vex only tried to kill Delvin by accident." He climbed back into bed and took her into his arms. " Now go back to bed lass."
Kyra felt his lips press into her temple. Her heart leaped as she buried her face between his chest and the pillows in attempt to hide her red cheeks. Brynjolf hadn't noticed, his mind was too busy. His four days had just been reduced to a few hours. Suddenly the pressure had been intensified by ten fold. He had to think of something, he had to think of -

" Go to sleep Brynjolf." Kyra cooed softly. He felt her hands drift over his eyes. He didn't even bother to fight it. He let his eyes flutter shut and fall victim to her touch.

I think this is such a sweet chapter. I hope you enjoy it, hopefully Brynjolf can figure it out soon!