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(Smut) Sotha sil x reader. Maintence

His robes only loosely fell around his body, falling off his shoulders as your hands felt his skin below them, tending to the mechanical parts of his body as you sat behind him. His posture was nothing short of poor, his body feeling heavy as he allowed you to continue to repair the connections to his body and to heal the strain his body was in.

He melted into your touch, his eyes closed as he surrendered for once, allowing himself to be taken care of for once. It was not the first time you had helped him, once every few years you'd repair his mechanical parts that he wasn't able to fix himself, a complete and utter trust he would not give lightly.

You took it seriously, yet enjoyed this strangely intimate time you'd have with him; being allowed to touch him in ways most mortals wouldn't dream of in fears of heresy. You knew his body well, how each part moved and worked, and in return he personally fixed your mechanical leg. He gave you freedom, to get your life and independence back after losing your leg, while you felt indebted to him he did not think the same. You owed him nothing, he was just happy to use his work to help.

And it was those times you often thought about, how he would be hunched over your thigh, tinkering away at it to assure it worked correctly, ensuring it was secure around your body. He was delicate and precise in his touch, hyper focused on each movement and detail as he went about his business. It was almost impossible to ignore the feelings that surfaced from your arrangement, you could only guess how he felt if at all about someone as insignificant as you thought you were. Perhaps personally assisting him in such private matters suggested there was something more he felt but you didn't dare assume such things of a living god. Yet your stomach flipped as he would move around your body and fix it, inspecting you as though you had nothing to hide. You didn't wish to want more, but it became increasingly difficult to burry such feelings as it continued.

It wasn't much different when you tended him either, as you did now. He was a soft and gentle person, and would allow you complete control over him; to touch him in ways no one else could. It didn't help your desires much as you worked away failing to push it to the back of your mind as you tried to focus. You were situated behind him, sitting on a desk as he sat on a chair in front of it, giving you some ability to reach the height of his shoulder despite your heigh difference.

You went to test his arm, grabbing his elbow and gently pulling it behind his back and watching how the dwemer pieces moved together, seeing if they hitched at all. His breathing was steady, which you keenly listened to for any changes to indicate were to improve.

"How does this feel?" You inquired, pulling his arm further back. He moaned softly, wincing slightly as you went further before stopping dead in your tracks to inspect where the strain was. You shifted uncomfortably, a heat forming between your legs that almost felt painful, squeezing your thighs to try and rid of it. You focused back on the task, quickly and carefully adjusting screws and other cogs to lessen the strain, a light healing spell in your hand against his skin to calm his bodies reaction to the mechanisms.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, his head down with his hair fallen out of place, eyes glued shut as he thought to himself. You let his arm fall back into place to double check the adjustments which luckily held firm without issue, allowing him to move it as he saw fit. "Better..." he muttered, as you readjusted your position to sit on your calves, knees beside each of his hips as you closed up a plate on his shoulder.

"Is anything else causing you issue or pain?" You inquired, slowly reaching for tools beside him.

Yet as you reached forward you felt his hand fall on top of yours, grabbing it gently and holding it against his chest, allowing you to feel how his heart beat. You were stunned, unable to move as you registered his movements as your own heart thumped in your chest, almost pressed against his backside yet you almost feared being close as if your heart would give you away.