It was two days after the festival they saddled up and began to ride out. Kyra was more than ecstatic to be back to her normal health, as was Brynjolf. To be able to send her horse into a gallop without worries made her gleam. Her entire face would light up with happiness. It was as if she were a child.

She was like this for the entire ride home, not that Brynjolf minded. It helped make the hours pass by. They laughed, they joked, all as if they had known each other from birth. And he loved it all. Once in a while the emeralds on her necklace would catch his attention as the sun would bounce off of them. The chain around his neck when cold and the pendant burned into his chest as remembered Kyra's gift to him. When they had returned from their carriage ride Kyra had bestowed to him his gift as promised. She placed the item in his hand. When he peered down he saw a gold locket. Carefully, he had opened it up. On one side, a drawing of himself, on the other a drawing of her.

He had yet to take it off since it had been given to him. Instead he kept it safely tucked away in his clothing, right over his heart.

" There's Riften! Willing to loose again Nord?" She challenged. Brynjolf smirked.

" It'll be you who is loosing this time lass."

And with that they began their race. Brynjolf pushed his horse to run as fast as it could, taking the lead. Riften came closer and closer. He was getting ready to cheer when something caught his eye.

It screeched and shook the ground as it landed. Brynjolf felt a shudder rake through his body as it's eyes glazed over him. He jolted his horse to a stop and it reared. Instantly he looked for Kyra to tell her to run. But when he looked she already had her bow out and her first arrow launched.

Kyra's chest heaved as she drew another arrow and shot. It seemed no matter how many arrows pierced its skin, the dragon just would not die. Her arms were sore and her back ached. But she still continued on fighting. If only she could get it to come down.
The entire time she tried to keep an eye on Brynjolf, to make sure he was safe and out of harms way, but there was just too much going on. Guards blocked her view as well as who ever was brave enough to fight. All she wanted was to lay down and enjoy the feeling of taking her boots off. Was that too much to ask?

Then she saw her chance.

Brynjolf felt her speed past, placing her bow back onto her back. He tried crying out for her but it seemed useless. She casted her spells. In one hand a sword, in the other fire. She swung as the dragon landed on the ground followed by her fire.

It roared in pain, giving the others the opportunity to do critical damage to it. As Brynjolf saw her begin to climb onto it he immediately stepped forward, trying to distract it while he can. With the dragon caught up with the commotion around him he didn't even realize what Kyra was doing until it was too late. She dug her blade into its head and gave a yank. It's head flew into the air from pain but she held on tight. Then finally, with a big thump, it's head fell to the floor.

Kyra stood and her spells disappeared. Quickly Brynjolf ushered to help her down, asking if she was alright in the process.

" Is anyone hurt!" He shouted out. The crowd mourned a 'no' in response. Thank the divines no one was hurt.

" Talk about a great welcoming home huh?" She joked. Brynjolf felt a wind usher past him and swirl around. Light illuminated from the beast and found its way to Kyra, hugging her in a blinding glow. She closed her eyes and waited for it to finish. Brynjolf found himself shocked as nothing but the bones of the dead creature laid behind her. Everyone gasped in awe. He had never seen her fight a dragon in person. In fact he nearly forgot she had been the dragonborn until that moment. But yet he was scared, or shocked. He was quite the opposite. He was proud.

" Glad to see you're both back in one piece." Delvin welcomed with a big pat on the back.

" Glad to be back." Kyra smiled from his warm welcoming.

" How about a drink? You both deserve it! Why because of you two the guild is back on top again!"
Everyone cheered at his words as he ushered the two to sit at the bar. There was no time wasted and with in a moment two big mugs of mead were sat down in front of them. Brynjolf without a second guess picked it up and took a big swig of it. Everyone gave a cheer then looked over at Kyra. Brynjolf eyed her silently. She was never one to drink. She was often the one who made sure no one did anything stupid while they enjoyed their mead. But to her surprise her hand wrapped around the handle and held it up in the air.
" To the Guild!" She cried. Everyone applauded and she took a drink. Soon after everyone laughed as she scrunched her face as she forced herself to swallow it down.

Her eyes met with Vex's. Suddenly she felt embarrassed. She knew exactly what the girl was waiting to hear. If she had made her move or not.

Brynjolf heard the door creak open and looked back towards the door. Kyra stepped in with her hair wet and her clothes fresh and clean.

" Tired out too soon?" He teased as she walked closer.
" I could ask the same to you. I assumed that you would have been out partying with the others still."

" No, not tonight. I was enjoying the quiet actually."

Now that he mentioned they did have the cistern all to themselves.

" I saw you talking to Vex earlier. Is everything alright?" He asked as he sat on his bed. Kyra tried her hardest no to show her rosy cheeks.

" Yes. Just her giving me advice." She admitted, embarrassed.
" Advice?" He questioned in shock, " About what lass? I've never known Vex to be the one to give advice."
She couldn't stop her laugh. " That's true."

" What did she say lass?" He pushed again. Kyra looked at him, noticing how close he was.
" She . . . She told me to stop holding back." She whispered.
" And?" He continued as his hand snuck to the side of her face. Kyra felt her breath hitch in her throat. She could have sworn that he had moved closer.

" And that I should just go for it." She continued, almost loosing her voice in the middle of her sentence.

" Go for what?"
Kyra frowned.

" She told you." She growled. Brynjolf let out a chuckle.
" She may have told me about a special lass who might be having hard time with a comrade of hers." He cooed gently. Kyra felt her emotions run wild.

" Why that little- I'm so going to kill her!" She went on, pulling away from him. " She promised me she wouldn't tell anyone. What does she think, that I'm some kid who can't handle my relationships myself?"
Brynjolf smirked in amusement as he watched her continue to rant.

" Embarrasse me like that. Just when I was about to tell her that I had taken advantage of the trip just like she told me to! When I see her I swear I'll -"

Brynjolf pulled her face back over and collided his lips with hers. Kyra jumped in shock but quickly fell victim to his kiss. He continued on for a few more moments when he pulled back making Kyra nearly groan at the loss.

" She didn't tell me anything. You just did." He whispered to her. Kyra's entire body went red from her toes to her ears. Before she had a chance to yell he covered her mouth with his again and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Kyra pushed on his chest until he stopped lavishing her, instead now hovering over her.

" I'm going to kill you." She threatened. Brynjolf took her threat light heartedly.

" It's alright. You needed an excuse for me to make the first move." He teased. Kyra laid speechless.

" It's more like it was an excuse for you!" She huffed as she turned her head to avoid looking at her. Brynjolf brought his lips by her ear, the tip of his nose grazing her skin.

" You're right. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. You're mine lass, no one else's."

His voice was soft and taunting, making a shiver ripple through every bone. She finally turned her head and looked directly at him. His locket dangled from his neck, just above her heart. Kyra felt her heart pound from the feeling of his body above her. Then he kissed once more. And kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

" I love you lass." He mumbled as he laid kisses on her neck. " I love you so much that it drives me insane."

His heart pounded so hard against that his chest that he was sure she could feel it. His hands shook from happiness and relief.

" I love you too Brynjolf."

It was at that moment that Brynjolf felt the last of his control break. What ever control he had before was dropped and five miles behind him. He captured her lips again as he had multiple times earlier that night. While the others were having their fun drinking away the night he had his own plans of celebrating. His way of celebrating involved Kyra, himself and the loved that raced through both of their veins and finally letting it all free.

I hope you enjoyed the story! I'm planning of making more involving this couple, it will not stop here! Perhaps involving some more holidays or scenarios. If you have any ideas of what to do please don't be shy to leave a comment requesting it. I'd be more than happy to write it. Thank you to those who have followed my stories, it makes me proud to be a writer. If you enjoyed this story I have a story of christmas story for this lovely couple! And thank you so much and I love you all dearly.