Kirstrid blinked in pained confusion as Vilkas leaned back, looking down at her with a worried expression.
"Apologies Harbinger," Vilkas said breathlessly, "I didn't mean to..." he shook his head, "are you alright?"
"I..." Kirstrid tried to focus on his face in the dim light... he looked as embarrassed as she felt... "I think I just... pulled my stitches a little," she shook her head.
"Does it still hurt?" He asked worriedly.
Kirstrid took a shaky breath and tried to focus on something other than Vilkas still sitting shirtless in the practically the same bedroll as her... "n-not more than it did last night," she shook her head. Her heart was still racing, but she didn't feel weak and lightheaded anymore at least.
Vilkas nodded slowly, and seemed to look her up and down again. Kirstrid just watched him, thinking back on her dream, trying to sort out when she'd woken up... to figure out what was dream and what wasn't...
"Apologies Kirstrid," he whispered seriously, pulling her from her thoughts. "Please believe I'd never take advantage," he continued, looking ashamed of himself, "in my fear of losing you, I... I guess I let my emotions get the best of me," he admitted, "and I... my dreams got away from me," he admitted in obvious embarrassment.
Kirstrid's heart jumped as she realized what he was saying...
...the emotion and intent in his kisses... that had been real... that had been a lapse in his self control, not in his judgement...
...Her imagination hadn't invented those memories of those tender, longing looks on his face...
...and she was...
...happy about that...
Kirstrid's heart skipped and she couldn't have hidden her smile if she'd tried to. "Was..." she paused and took another shaky breath, "was it a good dream?" She asked hopefully.
Vilkas cocked an eyebrow in surprised uncertainty at her. "Will you kill me if I say yes?" He asked with just a hint of a hopeful smirk.
"Not if you're finally being honest with me," Kirstrid shook her head, smiling more as she gingerly sat up.
Vilkas chuckled a little sheepishly. "Well... if you want me to be honest," he shrugged, "I definitely prefer the dreams where you don't suddenly stop me because you're injured," he said, bringing a hand up to gently cup the side of her face.
Kirstrid's heart skipped again, but before she could think of a response, Vilkas asked,
"What about you? Was it a good dream?" He whispered hopefully as he leaned closer again.
Kirstrid's breath caught in her throat and she was a little distracted looking to his lips for a moment as he leaned over her. When he paused, waiting expectantly she looked back to meet his eyes and nodded.
"A very good dream," she answered softly.
Vilkas leaned the rest of the way down to her and kissed her gently at that. It was a soft, sweet, tender kiss that made Kirstrid feel warm and happy.
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My Random Skyrim Stories
FanfictionA random collection of stories or pieces of stories, posted as I think them up. Most of them will probably be based on a play-through of mine, and/or random scenarios in my head that never made it into a longer story (or at least haven't yet). Chapt...
