TADAAA!

Ok, so maybe I lied the last chapter by saying this one would be done earlier, and I'm sorry about that, but now it's done! :D Really, I'm sorry for taking too long writting this, but it had kind of gone to some dark place where I couldn't finish it, so I had to go write something else (chapter 16) in order to make things better...

Well, but that means that chapter 16 is done already! (YEY) and I should be posting it by the end of next week! :D

Thank you Woofy 78 for the idea for this chapter! You are awesome! ;D

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Chapter 15

Nihren smiled to the sky as she left Kynareth's temple, feeling the warm of the sun on her face. Today she had received great news and, and so, if her plans went right, she and Farkas were going to have an amazing night.

Giggling at the thought, she went to Jovaskr, to fetch her husband. Maybe they would have a hole amazing day...

The heavy doors creaked as she opened them, being assaulted by the delicious smell of food fresh from the fire and the sound of warm conversations. Farkas and Vilkas sat at a side table together with Athis, and they seemed to be discussing something over some mead.

Walking over them, Nihren gave Farkas a sultry smile when their eyes met, feeling satisfied when he choked a little bit on his drink in reaction and blushed as the others began laughing of him. Chuckling, she warped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his head in greeting.

" Greetings shield-brothers. What is keeping you guys so busy?"

Still smirking at Farkas embarrassed face, Vilkas handed her a note that had been laying on the table. Raising an eyebrow, she picked the note, noticing it was a request for a job. It was an easy one, just take a package and deliver it to someone on Riften, shouldn't take more than five days, and that was all thanks to the distance. Looking back at Vilkas she asked.

" Sounds like an easy one... Do you guys know who is going already?"

" That's what we were discussing..."

Vilkas was a serious man, and Nihren trusted his judgment for who was best fitted for the job, and sincerely, she was just looking for a polite way to steal Farkas away. She looked down at Farkas, who was looking forward tense and seemed to be trying not to look at her. Nudging his shoulder with her hip, she motioned to the stairs.

" Can I talk to you?"

Nodding, Farkas stood up and Nihren took his arm as they went down stairs to their old room. Trying to control herself, Nihren buried her face to his shoulder, taking in his smell, almost jumping in excitement when she felt him getting tense. Probably trying to prevent himself from attacking me and making a scene in the middle of the living quarters.

She pushed his shoulder lightly, making him sit at the bed, and stood in front of him with a smile while she untied her hair.

" So, I have a great news for you..." As she spoke her hands carefully pulled the skirt of her dress up, revealing her toned tights and straddling his lap. One hand went for his hair, caressing his scalp while the other pulled his shirt from out of his pants. His hands went for her hips, pressing against it with hunger as her mouth brushed his in a hungry kiss.

But whatever she was going to say, and do, was abruptly interrupted when Farkas suddenly pulled away and stood up abruptly, making her loose her balance almost landing on her ass. Quickly he grabbed her arm, not letting her fall down, but as soon she was up he practically ran to the door, muttering something about having to go talk with Eorlund.

Nihren stayed at the room, looking to the door. Had he just-? Did he-? Did he just ran away from me?!

Nihren glared at her husband's back. Farkas and Vilkas were traveling ahead with her following. The brothers seemed to be having a exciting conversation about something Nihren didn't care and they were doing a great job ignoring her bad humor.

And, by the gods, she was angry. After Farkas' casual retreat, Nihren had managed to ambush him twice again, all ending with him leaving her incredible frustrated. And then, the bastard had the nerve to tell her he was leaving with Vilkas to Riften for a job! But of course, she had gone together. After all, if he thought he could escape her like that, he was mistaken.

Their travel was easy, and within a few days they had arrived at their destination. Farkas and Vilkas did what ever needed to be done ( she hadn't been paying attention, being busy glaring at Farkas' back) and Vilkas left for Winterhelm for another job.

Nihren had remained at the inn for the lack of something better to do, and by the night fall, she had gone for their room, leaving Farkas to eat dinner by himself.

After spending the hole day thinking about it, she had reached the conclusion that maybe, the reason Farkas had ran from her was because he didn't want to delay Vilkas. Apparently, his brother had promised to go to Winterhelm in a specific day, and, by what he told her, he was going to be late. But know, that meant that Farkas had no reason to escape her anymore, and so, she was going to give him a second chance.

So, she removed her armor, and let her hair free from its bindings. She cleaned herself with a wet cloth and pressed some flowers to her neck, leaving theirs smell on her and sat at the bed to wait for her husband.

She woke up startled, looking around the room searching for Farkas. Apparently sometime during her ambush she had fallen asleep, and so far, Farkas hadn't come back. She felt a tingle of fear on the base of her spine. Many things could have happened with him. Had him gotten in a fight? No thief would be crazy to mess with her husband, but what if something else had happened? What if that harlot Haelga had took him? Where was he?!

Picking up a robe, she tied it around herself, covering her sleeping goon and went outside to look for him.

She didn't have to go too far. Farkas was slumped at the same table as the one she had left him before. Besides him laid Brynjolf and some other man she didn't knew, and all the three of them seemed to be dead drunk.

So, he had exchanged her for a night drinking with strangers...

With barely contained anger she stopped besides him and poked him on the ribs with enough force to startle him. With a jump he woke up and looked around confused, wincing when his eye met her's and seeing the anger there.

Slowly he got up, with a ashamed look, and went up stair with Nihren following him without saying a word. But when he moved to lay on the bed, she stopped him, motioning to the floor. No husband of hers would be found dead drunk on the table and still expect to sleep on the same bed as her.

When they arrived at home, Farkas immediately went to the market as an excuse to escape his wife. Even though a few days ago he had been almost dying to feel her close, now that he had her practically throwing herself at him, he couldn't help but run. Whenever he was with her he felt the doubt, what if he hurt her? What if she still wasn't completely healed? He had a guess at what she was trying to tell him that first day, but still... he couldn't risk it.

He had already lost the count of how many times he had woken up from a especially arousing dream that had ended with him hurting her. And now, every time he touched her he would remember those images of her bleeding and crying. No, he couldn't risk it.

And even though he knew he was being a idiot, he had crossed feelings about trying to have kids again. He knew there would always have the chance of Nihren loosing the baby again, but he still wanted to try, but them, he would remember how close she had hold him while she cried and he wondered if he could dare to put her through that again.

He knew Nihren had already caught on something, she wasn't stupid like him, but he couldn't bring himself to explain it to her. When he had talked about it with his brother, Vilkas had laugh so much that Farkas felt he would need to punch him to make it stop. So explaining it didn't felt like a good idea.

But he knew he couldn't continue to avoid his wife, so, with a resigned sigh, he went home at the nightfall. And as soon he opened the door, he felt something pressing over his mouth and nose before everything went dark.

Farkas woke with a gasp, the memory of what had happened coming quickly at him and making his head ache. Immediately he felt that he was restrained at a bed and that there was a blindfold over his eyes. Sniffing, he could say he was still at home, but who would dare to do that to him? Fear took hold of his chest, making it hard to breath. Where is Nihren?

He pulled at the restrains, testing their strength, but he was interrupted by a hand caressing his stomach, caressing the path of hair right above his parts. He tensed at the touch, but relaxed when he felt a known body pressing against his and the familiar smell of his wife filling his nose. Carefully, Nihren removed the blindfold, and kissed his lips.

" Sorry to do things like this but I was sure that you would try to run from me as soon as I kissed you. "

His cheeks burned in embracement for having been caught, and he looked away from her lustful eyes. Their room was dark and with only one candle burning to the side, giving Nihren's skin a golden glow. Looking down he noticed that he was naked while she was using a night goon of the size of a shirt, covering only up to the end of her ass.

She smiled at him as she saw where his eyes were going, and seeing the hunger take place. Letting her hand down again, she began teasing him with light touches around his member, but never touching it. His eyes went back to her face and her smile became predatory. She had gotten his attention.

"Now..." Her hand brushed his raising member in a light caress. "... Since you let it pretty clear to me that you do not wish to join me, after all, you kept running away from me, I will take what I want." She leaned down and took a long lick from base to tip, never breaking eye contact and smiling at Farkas groan. She was going to kill him as revenge.

She smiled and stretched her body over his, letting her hands travel up his body, licking his member again as she went up, and pressing her breasts to his stomach. She smirked when Farkas head fell back and he groaned, pulling at the restrains. Sitting up she took hold oh his forearms and looked at his face. " No, no, love. You will stay still while I satisfy my self... but don't worry, I will just take what I want and leave..."

She had to hold back her laugh when Farkas gave her a really angry look. Serves you right.

Carefully, she positioned herself on top of him, letting his head at the opening. A shiver went through her in anticipation and she felt her nipples standing in attention, begging to feel his rough hands on them. Oh, not now. First I will take what I want. It had been one month without him touching her; one month full of sadness and emptiness and she was done with that.

Slowly she sink down, feeling him stretching her walls again. It had been too long, and he felt so damn big that she had to stop for a second, letting her body get used to him again. Farkas arms were trembling and he had his eyes closed in a frown, Nihren smirked and rotate her hips once. He groaned and tried to push up against her, but she pressed her nails to his ribs and whispered at his ear. " no, no, no. You will stay still or I won't let you participate."

" You evil woman"

This time Nihren didn't hold back, and her laugh washed over him like cold water in a warm day. She started moving again, making small movements and closed her eyes. Her hands traveled up to her breasts, grabbing and massaging them. Farkas tried to keep as still as he could, but the sight was making him crazy and he was sure he wouldn't be able to last too long.

Going faster, Nihren let go of her breasts in order to rank her nails to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath jump and contract in effort, and the thought of him, ripping the leather strips holding and taking her roughly made her legs tremble and a loud moan left her lips. The noises they were making together were only making her wetter, and when Farkas groaned her name in a very animalistic way, Nihren had to bend down and kiss him.

His mouth was hungry, and when she tried to pull away, he caught her lower lip in his own, making her kiss him again. One of her hand went to his hair, scrapping his scalp, while the other continued scratching his chest, making him as her's.

Nihren wanted to draw this as long as she could, but it had been too long, and before she could even stop herself, she felt her orgasm coming. Feeling her contracting around him Farkas growled in frustration. The position was wrong, he wasn't hitting the right spot and he knew that this wasn't going to be one of the "great orgasms" that he liked. With growling he demanded " Release me!", but Nihren was too caught up to pay attention.

She continued moving, her eyes closed and mouth opened in a perfect "o" as she reached her limit. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she throw her had back, making Farkas crave to burrow his nose to her throat while she contract around him. It wasn't good enough for him. He wanted to make her scream, to make her beg him, not to let come in silence.

Groaning again, Farkas waited as she came down from her high, seeing goosebumps all over her body. She opened her eyes panting, not really seeing anything. And so Farkas pushed up against her, enjoying how she let out a yelp due to how sensitive she was on her afterglow.

" Release me, woman!"

Her glassy eyes looked at him, but she didn't seem to have understood, so, he pushed up again, making her mewl and her thighs close around him, trembling. With slow movements, she bent over him, reaching to the binding on his arms, and her breasts brushed his nose. Taking his chance, Farkas gave a weak bite the side of her breast, and she let out another yelp.

As soon she was finished, Farkas sat up and pushed her down without disconnecting from her. His mouth went to her neck and his hands grouped her breasts, making her moan in satisfaction. He gave her a few more seconds before he started to move inside her again, enjoying her startled look and mewls as he pounded her.

Her nails went to back to their job of marking him as her voice started to get louder. She wouldn't last much more, not with him hitting all the perfect spots and not after one orgasm. He pulled her close, moving with strength, feeling him own climax reaching, but as he was about to finish, fear took hold of him, making him pull out.

Feeling Farkas tensing up above her and pulling out, made Nihren open her eyes to look at him. He had fear on his eyes as he stared at the hollow of her throat, lost on his thoughts and his hands were clenched in fists. Understanding took her, and she gave him a sad smile while pulling him on a hug and kissing the side of his head.

" It's alright love, nothing bad will happen"

He trembled on her arms and pulled her close.

" I can't... "

"shh, love. It's alright, there is nothing to fear... I-... I want to try again... don't you?"

She pulled away and looked him at the eyes, caressing his cheek. He gave her a look full of something that Nihren couldn't simply name, the word love didn't seem to be enough, and entered her again. This time they moved slowly, trading kisses and words of love and devotion, and when their reached the climax, they hold each other as close as they could. It wasn't the screaming pleasure Farkas had imagined, but something better, and as they drifted to sleep, Farkas leaned close and whispered " I love you".

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