Of Thieves And Assassins! ( A Cicero and Brynjolf Story)

Cicero

When Lizzy was awoken next her dog was licking her face.

"Gah! Ceaser quit it that’s nasty!" she said with a snap wiping her face frantically. Sitting up on her couch she noticed two things. One, she had a blanket around her and two Cicero and Brynjolf were both home and sleeping on the floor by her couch. Checking the clock on the wall she saw it was nine-thirty in the morning. She was incredibly shocked she didn’t mean to sleep so long, she must have been extremely shocked. On a brighter note though she felt like she could run a marathon, she had so much energy!

Getting up from the couch quietly she walked slowly around the sleeping men, careful not to step on either of them. She didn’t get very far because before she could blink, a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her down and a body covered hers before she could move. A blade slide across her neck causing the girl to freeze in fright with her eyes clenched shut tightly. Lizzy didn’t know how long she lay there waiting for something to happen, peeking an eye open a little she saw Cicero was hovering over her still a sleep. Geez! This guy had incredible reflexes! Of course he would, being an assassin and all. She waited for a couple minutes seeing if the man was going to wake up or not and seeing he wasn’t she started to see if she could get out from under the imperial. That plan failed, when she started to move he pressed the blade tighter to her skin, causing a cut. Biting her lip so she didn’t cry out in pain. After all there is no telling what could happen if she startled him. Glancing around the room for something that could help her eyes landed on a sleeping Brynjolf. Her dog just miraculously disappeared on her. Lucky for her though Brynjolf was in kicking distance. Biting her lip again as she moved her leg out from under Cicero and having the blade cut deeper into her skin. When she moved her leg Cicero was positioned right between her legs causing a deep blush to appear on the brown haired girl’s face. Not giving herself a chance to think about her situation she swiftly kicked Brynjolf in the stomach. Apparently she must have kicked him pretty hard because he woke with a cry.

"What the Hell!" He screamed loudly rubbing his stomach in pain. In the commotion Cicero woke up. He stared at the brunette confusedly. Lizzy now noticing that Cicero was awake smiled shyly at him. All the while Brynjolf cursed and rubbed his aching stomach.

"Uh Cicero, can you please get off me?" She asked uncomfortable. Cicero rolled off of her with out a word, which confused the brunette. Cicero was being quiet. That was very abnormal. Maybe it was just because he wasn’t fully awake. Lizzy didn’t have time to ponder these thoughts because a very angry Brynjolf turned to her fuming.

"What the hell was that for lass?" He snapped angrily. Sitting up Lizzy scratched her check nervously.

"Uh, sorry about that Brynjolf."

"Sorry! That bloody hurt! Why did you kick me anyway?" Brynjolf asked crossing his muscular arms over his well-toned chest.

"Um, well you see… I was getting up… and well…Cicero must have been sleep grabbing or something…because he grabbed my foot and pulled me down…and every time I tried to move his blade pressed deeper into my neck. I must have panicked and kicked you harder than I attended." Lizzy explained shyly, indicating to her now bleeding cut on the right side of her neck. Brynjolf scoffed but seemed to calm down. Lizzy got up and went to the bathroom to clean and bandage her neck.

When Lizzy left the room Brynjolf got up and left also, probably to go check on Elizabeth, leaving Cicero to his thoughts. The jester in his head was silent for once leaving him to his thoughts. The man Cicero that he thought was long gone had made a come back! He couldn’t deny that he liked Elizabeth, not in the loving kinds of way, more like he felt incredible lust for the girl. When he first entered into this world he didn’t know what happened. He was oiling mother and all of a sudden he felt lightheaded, and he fell into the abyss of his mind. When he awoke he was in a strange place that had all kinds of strange things. The jester in Cicero’s mind was laughing the whole time, when his eyes drifted to a chair that was holding a woman the jester stopped. Cicero was confused at this… Why would the jester stop laughing? Did it have something to do with this woman? Did she take away the gift mother had given him? He pulled his dagger off of his belt. If she did take away mother’s gift then she would pay with her life! He was about to raise the dagger and kill this woman when something moved on the chair. It started growling at Cicero teeth barred and fur up. Getting a better look he noticed it was a dog. Not a very big dog maybe the size of a fox. It wasn’t like any dog Cicero has ever seen. Most dogs in Skyrim are big and usually gray, but this one was small and black. Obviously it wasn’t a war dog. Ignoring the dog Cicero raised his dagger higher to strike the woman, but something stopped him from making the final blow. It wasn’t the dog, Sure it was growling and showing his teeth, but something else told him to stop. Seeing how he couldn’t kill this woman he sheathed his dagger again with an angry groan. He sat back on the floor and stared at this female, her dog no longer sensing a threat fell back a sleep. He couldn’t lie to himself she was beautiful! He could feel his body reacting to her mere presence. Why was this happening? Cicero has never before thought of a woman this way! Why was he thinking of her now? Usually Cicero never paid any mind to the fairer sex. The only one he worried about was mother that was the only one he needed until now. These thoughts made Cicero angry. Why? That was the only questioned that ran through his mind and the only question that is still running through his mind. Things became worse for him when he kissed her. Why did he kiss her? Even Cicero didn’t know. Then this morning when he woke up and saw Lizzy underneath him in the most intimate way with a blush on her cheeks, he didn’t know what to think. But when he noticed that his blade was pressing into her neck he cured himself. And here he is now… Cicero has not been himself, not at all. Luckily for him Cicero is good with putting on acts.