"Alright, alright, Lyd. I'm comin'. Ya act like ya need me to be there or somethin'." He shrugged off his armor and left in merely a shirt and breeches, his sword, however, hung tighting around his muscular waist, "Yer lucky I like ya." And he set off into the house.
Well maybe not need but.. Lydia grinned, all but skipping towards the door to wait for him to change. “Well I do if I want ya to make me a pie. Plus it’s been more ‘en dull. Could use the company, specially since y’ offered.”
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Inviting him inside, Lydia untied her blacksmith’s apron and tossed it over the chair by the door, leaving her in a dark red belted chemise over pale gray leggings and black buckled boots. “Tell me, Chef of Jorrvaskr,” Lydia smirked as she knelt and dug through the cabinet next to the fire for anything he might need. “How’ve ya been? Haven’t seen much of you lately. Every time I went over there lookin’ for you, you guys were out on some mission or another.” sitting back on her heels she shot him a smile, “Glad I caughtcha.”
She squeezed the brute tightly, becoming somewhat aware of a rawness she felt on her face and jaw- inflicted by his stubble she mused, her cheeks igniting again with redness as her smile inched wider. He’d marked her all over, inside and out. The ecstasy of the moment held back most of the pain but it would return, reminding her of what they’d done and just who had done it. It would be perfect. Unfortunately, the mental pain was sure to return at some point as well and scold her for her actions, telling the same old stories on why she’d held back for so long. But those could wait. This was their time.
He gazed upon the rough carvings his touch and inspirations had left upon her skin, his chest squeezing in pride and guilt at having branded her in such a way. He knew she had an appearance to keep within the halls of Dragonsreach. He'd tarnished it. But the howl of the Lycan and the demanding desire of male ego screamed of their content. His woman, his mark, his seed, his prize.
Farkas gave an awkward laugh before shaking his head, his forehead pressing to her own, "I got a li'l bit lost in th' moment, it seems." He was thankfully, truly, for he knew what it was like to lose to the Lycan. He had destroyed a small farm community once when the call of Hircine was answered a little too eagerly. The remains of the people slaughtered by his own wolf-hands still held a rancerous stench within his memory. He would not allow such things to overcome him while she was within his arms. Nothing so precious as Lydia.
He cupped her face and kissed her again, "So much fer th' pie, huh?"
