Chapter 3

They had arrived in Solitude a few days before. Between all those missions and favors, Nihren had decided that she needed a new dress. Considering they still had a lot to do, and so they would stay a few more days in Solitude, she decided that, buying a custom made dress was acceptable. So, she went to the Radiant Raiment to put the order.

Three days later, she returned with Farkas to see how the dress had become and to try it in order to fix anything that was needed.

The original reason for the dress was just that she was needing a new one for the everyday things, but then the saleswoman had convinced her to go for something more... Appealing. According to the woman, that style was going to accentuate her figure, making sure that she kept a honorable housewife look but at the same time, making her husband look twice. Not that she needed it. Farkas was still very interested in her, if their every night "exercises" meant anything. But still, it was always good to " put more wood to the fire", as some people would say.

So, she had gone to the store to try her new dress, leaving Farkas looking around the shop.

The dress was made with cotton and leather, and it was painted in a light blue color, something that was supposed to bring out the color of her chocolate hair. It had something like a leather belt tied in the middle, which was supposed to make her waist look smaller and her hips wider. It was a litter bit large around her shoulder and hips, but she supposed that was acceptable once she couldn't work with a tight fitting dress. Nihren was sure she would be able to take out at least one compliment from Farkas, something that had been proven to be really hard.

She looked at herself. Everything seemed to be in place, and the dress was really comfortable. She turned around a few times and made a few movements to make sure it wouldn't disturb her in any of her house chores. It didn't, so she went to show it to Farkas, sure he would like it.

She met him in the front room of the store, looking at a few fox pelts with a bored look.

" Farkas dear, how do I look?" She asked, turning after a while so he could see all of it and then stopping to hear his answer. He looked at her serious, taking in her form, before answering with a matter-of-fact tone.

" You look fat"

Nihren stilled. What had he just said? Fat?! She clenched her jaw, trying not to show her anger too much in her face. Her husband continued looking at her, waiting to see if she had anything else to say, not noticing how offensive his answer had been and how much danger he was facing.

She knew her husband was a very simple man. A man of a few words, and some would even say he was stupid. But still, she had never believed he was the type of man who would dare to call his wife fat. Didn't he care for his life?

The saleswoman awkwardly looked at her from the corner of her eye before excusing herself with a mumbled excuse, saying she had to go do something else. Nihren stood frozen. What to do now? She had already paid for the dress.

She turned, walking back to where she had changed with barely contained anger, and started to put on her clothes back on. So, she looked fat. And whose fault was that? Who was it that kept making her all those pies?! Oh, how dared him!

She finished putting on her clothes and went outside, leaving the shop with the dress without even looking back to see if Farkas was following.

Oh that bastard!

She heard the door of the shop opening and closing after her, followed by a call.

" Nihren!"

She didn't turned, and walked back ( or more like stomped ) to the inn they were staying. Reaching their room, she slammed the door shut and proceeded to push the stupid dress inside her bag and to pick up her stuff. They were supposed to leave the city after lunch, but now she had other plans.

Farkas entered the room right after. By the timing, she had probably slammed the door in his face. Good. Maybe that way he would learn not to tell his wife she looked fat!

"Nihren, what's wrong?" He asked.

He sounded really confused and for a moment Nihren hesitated. Maybe he didn't knew what he had done wrong, after all, he did have the fame to be an ice brain. She looked at him. He was standing by the door, with his arms a little away from his body, as if he was about to hug her, and a confused look on his face.

She finished with her bag and turned to him, giving him her best cold look and crossing her arms under her chest. Okay, she would give him chance.

" You really don't know? Really?!" She asked. Her voice full of sarcasm.

Farkas opened his mouth as if he was about to answer, but then he closed it and frowned. No, he wasn't sure. He stopped and tried to think, but the longer he took, the angrier Nihren got. He could feel it. It felt as if the anger was a mist leaving her body, making her look bigger than before. He almost flinched when she took a step forward.

"I'm going back to Whiterun." She said it in a low voice and then passed by him, making sure not to make eye contact on her way out.

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The travel back to Whiterun was a quiet one. Usually they also stayed quiet, but it was a different kind, a friendly kind. Now, Farkas feared that if he said something she would shout him away. Literally.

She was riding her horse, taking the front, a position she would usually let him take as it was expected of the husband, for safety. He could see by the line of her back and shoulders that she hadn't calmed down yet.

It would take them four days to reach Whiterun, and so, they would have to camp in the wildness during the night. Perhaps until them she would have calm down and would tell him why she was so angry...

Later that night, they set camp beside the road, close to a small stream, far enough for not to be seen, but close enough to keep a eye for those who passed. Nihren was making them dinner. She said it would be stew, but Farkas had never seen something like that stew. It smelled like stew, it took the same ingredients, but it didn't looked like stew... He could only hope it tasted like stew... He chose not to comment on it taking in consideration her humor. She seemed to have calmed down a little, and had even started to talk to him again. But he wasn't willing to try his luck.

They ate dinner in silence. He couldn't help but notice how little she ate. Perhaps even she couldn't take "stew". When they were over Nihren picked up everything they had used and went to the stream to wash it.

Farkas took this time to think. Nihren wasn't the type of person to get angry easily, much less with him. Usually she was very calm, sweet and patient. People liked to say he was stupid, but she had never agreed, and sometimes she would even go out of her way to prove him he wasn't. So it was very strange of her to be that mad with him.

Choosing to give her more time to calm down, and trying to appease his wife, he gladly took the first night watch.

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By the middle of the fourth day they arrived Whiterun. During all the trip back Nihren had kept her silence treatment, and Farkas had had enough.

They entered Jovaskr, saying greetings to the other, and went to their room to unpack. Taking a deep breath and joining up his courage, Farkas decided to put an end to it.

" Nihren that's enough." He said with strength. Immediately Nihren tensed and turned to look at him with wide eyes. He had never spoken with her like that.

"Wha-" she started, clearly surprised.

" I know you are mad, and you have all the right to be, but I couldn't stop it! And I terribly sorry! I know I shouldn't have done that, but it wasn't possible to not to look! And-" He was clearly rambling, so she decided to stop him.

" Wait. What are you talking about?! Impossible not to look?" Yes she was mad with him, but it was for something he said and not because he had looked at something he shouldn't. She frowned. Oh, what did he do...

He scratched his neck, looking everywhere but to her.

" Well, I'm apologizing for having looked at that woman's... Bust... That's why you are mad, right?" He said the last part in a low voice, having lost all the steam for a fight. No honored married man would look at another woman's body, much less in front of his wife.

Upon his confession Nihren's anger grew. So, beside calling her fat, he had dared to look at another woman's body?! Oh, now he was in for a great fight.

She growled in frustration. " Arg! I can't believe it! First you call me fat, and then you look at another woman?! Have you gone mad?!"

Farks stopped, looking at her with confusion. "I don't think you are fat."

" Changed your mind now? Because you clearly said that back in Solitude." Nihren turned away from him, crossing her arms under her chest and sitting on the bed.

Finally Farkas face lit up in understanding. So, that was what this all was about!

"No, I said that that dress makes you look fat, not that you were fat." He said sitting beside her on the bed and putting one hand under her chin, so she would look at him. "Well, that's the same thing." She said slapping his hand away and looking away from him again.

"No, it isn't." He moved, getting closer to her, and started to put her hair to the side, revealing her neck to him.

Both of them were dirt from the road, with sweat and dirt glued to their skin, but Farkas didn't mind. He had spend nineteen days outside their house, and that meant that he had spend nineteen days without touching her, after all they had both agreed that having any "husband and wife moments" in an inn could be dangerous and quite embarrassing. Adding their fight to it, one could say that Farkas had quiet the tension build up.

He moved, caressing her neck and moving down to her back. He had never been good with words like her, so it was clear to him that, no matter what he said, it wouldn't have the same meaning to what he felt.

Before she knew, his mouth was on her neck, kissing and nipping at her, and he was pushing her down to the bed. She couldn't help but let out a breath of a moan, moving her head to the side so he could have more space. No matter how mad she was, his touch always made her forget why. That was one of the reasons she had married him, he always had a way to calm her down, to make her feel at peace. It could be with a touch, a look or, simply, his presence.

Time passed slowly when they were together, and Farkas made sure to use this precious time to show her how much he liked her body. His movements were slow but needy, and his hands wouldn't stop caressing her.

Later, when they were just laying there, enjoying the afterglow in each other arms, Farkas had to confess.

" That woman had nice breasts, but yours are much better, after all, I can touch them!"

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I do know those chapter sound incredible silly, and I'm trying to fix that, but that is probably due to my lack in writing skills and the only way that I know of, for "fixing" it, is through writing =/, so please bear with me...

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