Chapter 2

After a few days from their wedding Nihren noted that Farkas had developed a very... strange habit.

For the beginning of their married life, until they had enough money to buy their own house, they were staying in Farkas room in Jorrvaskr. Because of the lack of space in the room, the bed had to remain where it was, with one side to the wall. Unfortunately, that meant that, whoever laid on that side was wedged between the wall and the other person.

At the beginning she hadn't even noted she was the one that always ended up on that side, but after the other night, where she had to practically jump over him to get out of the bed, waking him in the process, she started to take note of that.

He also did that whenever they went to other towns. He would always lock her against the wall or would keep her in a tight embrace all night, only letting her go when he woke up. Even when she managed to put him in that side before laying down, when she woke, she would always be the one against the wall.

And that was Farkas annoying habit.

It didn't matter how many times she asked him about that, she never got an straight answer. At the beginning she thought that it was a unconscious thing, but with time she noticed he actually meant to do that ,and when she tried to ask him, he would evade her question, or would distract her by kissing her, or pushing her against the wall, leaving her unable to have any coherent thoughts for a good while.

No matter how she thought about that she couldn't reach a conclusion on the why. Yes, it wasn't pleasant sleeping facing the wall, but he couldn't complain! She always woke up before him, so if he slept on the other side he wouldn't be stuck like her! But because he was there, she always ended up laying in his arms, looking at the ceiling waiting for him to wake up. Perhaps he didn't like to sleep in that side because of the cold stone wall, but it wasn't like both of them could complain, after all, they are both nords, so cold wasn't the problem.

She sighed. Maybe she should just give up and sleep there without complaining, like a good wife, or maybe, she should move once for all to the living quarters of Jorrvaskr, like she liked to threaten to do when he left their room a mess. She didn't like that option thou, after all they had just gotten married and no honored wife would leave her husband's bed without a very good reason. Besides, she had developed a bad habit of her own: she couldn't sleep without him anymore.

She looked over to him. They were both returning to Whiterun from a raid in a bandit camp. The horses were keeping a lazy pace and both of them were having a hard time staying alert in the cold morning. They had invaded the camp during the night, when the moon was high and the bandits were too drunk to notice them. It had been fast and clean. Now their horses where full of loot and soon their bags would be full of gold. A small smile found its way to her face. Gold was always good.

But until she learned why Farkas did that, she wouldn't be able to rest properly. She knew she had more important problems that needed her attention, like the fact she was the Dragonborn, or the fact there was a war going on... But it was this small mystery that didn't leave her mind. So, as soon she had a chance she would use her abilities to take the answer from him. And if it was necessary, she would even threaten him again. Maybe this way he would finally give in and tell her.

As the plan began to take place in her head she couldn't control the evil smirk that appeared in her face.

They arrived in Whiterun around nightfall, and its citizens where starting to go to their homes or toward The Bannered Mare for some night fun.

They had decided to sell their loot in the next day, so they went home for some well deserved rest.

As soon as they entered their room they begun the everyday ritual of taking off their armor. As always, Nihren finished first, her armor being made of leather made things easier, so she went to help Farkas with his.

During all the process, she would let her hands linger a little longer than normal on his body, and would let him catch her looking at his face and her fingers would lightly caress each piece of skin that was revealed, seducing him with the smallest touch.

As soon his armor was off, she made him sit in a chair and her hands started to make their magic in his back, pressing and caressing the tense muscles, making them relax. Farkas closed his eyes and let out a long sign. His wife's hands were simply magical. He let his shoulders drop and a smile appeared on his lips. She always helped him with his armor, saying it was her job to do so, so Farkas would always let her do her preening.

"Oh my poor man! Look how tense you are!" She said in a low, playful but husky voice, beside his ear, her breath ghosting his cheek.

Farkas grumbled in agreement, he was tired and her hands felt so good, he was in full bliss. If he dared to, he would say her massage felt as good as the touch of Diabella should feel.

She continued her ministrations, her fingers dancing in his back with enough strength to remove the knots in his tense muscles. Sometimes she would slid her hands to his chest, making lazy circles with the ghost of a touch, playing with the hair there. She would almost reach his nipples, but never touch them, making him feel hot and the hair of his body stand in anticipation for her next touch.

" Look at those shoulders, so strong an large... The perfect image of a true nord." Her hands slipped to his head, scraping his scalp with her nails, and he couldn't help but lean back into her touch and let out a pleasant moan.

" I wonder why such a great man would cling to his wife during his sleep?" She spoke in a soft voice, no more than a whisper, as if she was talking to herself. He didn't flinch, didn't even noticed it was the trap itself. Poor Farkas, she had to admit that he was kind of slow.

She gave him some time to think,but when he didn't answered she stopped her hands, indirectly telling him to answer.

"Ah..." He begun, and her hands were back to its intoxicating ministrations."It's just... she is so... soft... and... this way... no one can reach her..." He grumbled, with his eyes still closed and fully immersed in the ways her hands moved.

She stilled. She hadn't thought about that... Well, she had considered, but seeing how unexpected to him their wedding had been and how lacking previous romance it had been, that was quiet the statement. She had expected to eventually win his affection, but it wasn't supposed to be this quickly. Maybe she had been thinking about this all in the wrong way. Maybe she was a bad wife for not taking into consideration her husband care for her. Maybe she had been too selfish... She was so deep in thoughts that she didn't hear him calling her.

Farkas didn't know what he had said wrong, but now Nihren had stopped her hand and was staring ahead with one hand above his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair. He couldn't help but feel a little bit angry at being forgotten.

He got up, looking at her face, calling her name and caressing her cheek. She jumped with his touch and looked up to his eyes, awe and something else all over her expression.

"What's wrong ?"

Her mouth moved as if she was trying to find words but found none, and ended up settling it with a kind smile. She reached for him, copping his face in her hands and kissed his lips. It was a soft kiss, full of meaning, and when it was over she whispered.

" You, Farkas, is the greatest husband I could ask for." She finished with a big smile that left him confused. Then pushed him back to the chair.

After that statement, the man deserved the full treatment.