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Brynjolf | A Game of Cards

This one was a request from @The_Real_Life_Frisk

Hope it's dragonborn-ish enough for your liking. I mean, I even included a dragon you know...

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"Damn it, Brynjolf! I told you a dragon would come if we walked out in the open like that! But no, you just had to insist didn't you. "It'll be fine, lass." you said. "It won't see us." you said."

Everything was going smoothly after yet another heist, this time in Falkreath - nothing exciting. But that was only until you and Brynjolf stumbled onto some trouble on your way back to Riften. Or well, 'trouble' swooped down on you two breathing fire and everything. You had insisted on taking a little detour through the forest since last time you went on the road, a dragon had come looking for a fight. But Brynjolf would have none of that. He himself insisted on taking the road, since that would go faster and he wanted to get back as soon as possible for some proper rest. Which translates into him wanting to get back as soon as possible to show off the pouch full of gemstones he had scored to the new recruits. He may not seem like the type, but he sure likes showing off to the newer recruits. Back at the matter at hand though; after you finally gave in, to tired to argue, you two started strolling down the road towards Riften with no care in the world. And then 'trouble' swooped down from the sky trying to fry you. More prepared for thieving than dragon-slaying, it proved quite troublesome to deal with the dragon, exactly why you adviced against it to begin with. Brynjolf was pretty much useless with only his daggers, so it was basically just a shouting match between you and the dragon. After a thu'um here, a thu'um there and a stab in the head - the dragons head of course - it finally died. And that's how you ended up being dragged into the Ragged Flagon by Brynjolf, to exhausted to even walk properly.

"But we're still alive, lass." Brynjolf argued.

"Not that you had anything to do with that." You snorted out.

"But-"

"You know what, Bryn?" You interrupted. "I really just need a drink right now. Let's go see if Vekel finally got that new keg of Black-Briar Mead out."

"I second that, lass." Brynjolf added, letting out a sigh.

A few hours and drinks later, you, Brynjolf and Delvin were playing a round of cards.

"And that, my fine gentlemen, is why you do not underestimate me." You state smugly, taking the pile of septims from the centre of the table.

The only response was silence from Brynjolf and some grumpy grumbling from Delvin.

"What was that, Delvin? You want to play another round?" You ask as innocently as possible.

"I give in. Any more an' I won't be havin' any septims left at all." He stated before promptly leaving the table, probably to mourn his lost septims at the counter with another drink in his hand.

"Just you and me then, lass." Brynjolf said facing you again, with a look of determination.

~Later that night~

"Remind me, why am I doing this again?" Brynjolf asked, well, more like complained.

"Because you suck at cards, Bryn. That's why." You replied, earning a chuckle.

It was a beautiful night, both Secunda and Masser were out and the stars shone brightly. Brynjolf should have quit while he had the chance, because after Delvin left he just kept losing. And as payment, you had him carry all your stuff to Honeyside - which mainly just consisted of dragon scales and bones from the dragon you had slain earlier today.

"And because it's payback. You did let me fight the dragon by myself after all." You tell him, your back facing him as you unlock the door.

"You're the dragonborn, lass. Figured it'd be better to leave it to you."

"Not because you were afraid to be barbecued or something like that?"

"That might have been part of the reason." Brynjolf said with a chuckle.

"Mhmm, thought so much. Just chuck the lot on the floor by the table there, I'll sort it out in the morning ." You instruct, closing the door behind you.

"Is that all?"

"Actually, there is one more thing you can do for me, Bryn." You say playfully, inching closer to him and placing your hands on his chest. "You did lose two games after all, that makes two favours."

"And what do you need then, lass?" Brynjolf asks smugly, moving closer himself.

After standing on your toes, leaning in even further - resulting in your lips brushing against his ear as you speak - you softly whisper to him, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Mhmm." Brynjolf acknowledges, brushing some hair out of your face.

He then proceeds to kiss you, his hands finding their way to your behind, pressing you closer. With a lick against your bottom lip, he then deepens the kiss. The kiss made your head spin from the passion behind it, the emotion behind it - and of course - the feeling of his hands trailing up and down your back. After parting for the much needed air, you flash him a smile which he returns. But before you know it, you two are kissing roughly again - slowly making your way over to the bed dropping pieces of armor along the way. Everything was making you all hot and heavy, the sweet kisses along your body, his hot breath against your face, the feeling of him under your hands. It was just perfect having him there, showing you how much he cares, how much he loves you. And you getting to return the favor, nothing could make you happier than that.