A wandering avengeful soul (Skyrim fanfic)

We continue this journey.. together

*Emelia

I awoke to the warm enticing gentle grip of Marco's arms wrapped around my waist like a snake would but in a gentle loving way instead of constricting its prey.

Finally, I thought.

Finally we're together and share the same feelings for one another and nothing can come between us even if the roads of our journey are rough, we're stronger together so we can get through anything.

A small relieved smile crept across my face just thinking about this thought.

Too bad we can't stay in this embrace forever.

 Spoke too soon didn't I?

A figure entered our room with a cow bell, waving it in the air like a crazed lunatic, making the most awful ear piercing ring.

"Come on now! Get up and get out of my inn!"

The innkeeper.. great.

But why is he so happy?

Marco's eyes shot open in anger because of being woken up by a happy crazy innkeeper then threw a mead bottle at the innkeeper's feet, making it shatter into a thousand pieces.

"SHUT UP! Let me sleep!"

I couldn't stand this arrogant side of Marco so with all my might, I pushed him out of the warm fluffy bed onto the ice cold splintered floor.

That'll teach him.

"What was that for?!"

I couldn't help but laugh at Marco and his expression, he looked like some kind of shocked rich folk, I was laughing so hard that I began to feel tears come out from the sides of my eyes whilst clutching my waist to control myself.

Whilst I was laughing he just sat there like a child with his arms crossed and lips pouted, what a fool!

After our little play fight, we decide to undress and change into our armour then head on out to the long cobbled path ahead of us.

1 week Later.

*Marco

"Emelia! Where are you?!"

Shit why is she taking so long?!

I just asked her to collect some wood for our fire and now she's wandered off or been captured or even worse.. been murdered.

I began to run through the trees trying to track her down by following the route she had taken but it was hopeless, she was no where in sight and she had slipped out of my grasp again!

Numb from pain and sadness; endlessly sobbing whilst slowly trekking back to 'our' camp....

Flames had already reached the tips of trees as if they were climbing up more and more to reach the stars.

But why is the fire lit?!

As I reached the camp I noticed that a there was a figure in the water with there clothes on the banks, far away from them.

I couldn't make out who the figure belonged to but as soon as moonlight hit the pale trickling wet skin, I knew that this figure belonged to a woman.

I snuck over to the woman's clothes at the side of the rotting bank, crouched down on my exhausted feet and watched closely at this figure to try and figure out who it belonged to.

"By the Gods! You pervert! At least give me some privacy!"

That voice...

Emelia!

Thank the Gods she's alive!

Without thinking, literally without thinking, I got out of my armour and ran into the river to join her because I just felt so relieved!

"Let me go you fool!" She was giggling now ignoring the fact that we were perhaps both naked and bare and cold, we carried on playing in the river.

Then I decided to pick her up bridle style and carried her over to our sleeping bags next to the warm roasting fire.

"I love you, you know that." I was completely shocked at the little emotionally loving whisper she spoke that I began to blush again whilst wrapping my arms around her delicate waist.

She then wrapped her arms around my neck with her hands playing with my hair whilst we kissed.

"I love you too Emelia and I will always."

We kissed passionately more and more and made love as we entered the deep darkened night.