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Make Me Yours (1)MarcurioxJesseri(OC)

I stood up from the bench in my Riften home. Tears filled my  grey eyes as I stared at my sleeping lover. His breathing was soft and quiet. I slipped outside into the cool night. Climbing over the stone brick wall, I left the city, never to come back.

I was traveling to my old hometown, Riften. I had lived here several years ago as a young woman, and I took in all the sights, sounds and smells of my old hometown.
The townspeople were yelling and pushing past each other in the town circle, listening to a red headed man. He was holding a red bottle, yelling out at the people. I noticed a small girl, about my  age, sneaking behind one of the stalls.
I opened my mouth the say something, but decided against it. I didn't want to make enemies.
Wandering around, I found my self at the Bee and Barb inn. I slowly pushed in the door, and entered the inn.
People were bustling around, and talking about their day.
I surveyed my  surroundings, and noticed a familiar looking man sitting on the bench to your left. My heart skipped a beat as the man looked like an old lover of mine.

"Like what you see," asked the man.

I blushed, laughing away the feeling of embarrassment.

He stood up, and walked over to me, extending his hand.
"My name is Marcurio," he said," what's yours?"

My heart dropped to the floor when I heard his name.

"You know, when people introduce each other, they usually exchange their names," he said, laughing.

I looked up, embarrassed by my actions.

"My named is Jesseri," I said softly.

"Excuse me, but I didn't quite catch that," he said.

"Umm, my name is Bryn," I whispered.

"Oh, for a second, I thought you said Jesseri,"
he said, laughing.

"Ha ha," you laughed nervously," why would I say that?"

"Well, would you like to tour the city?" He asked.

I thought about his offer, then decided to follow him.

He led me through the bridged streets of Riften, rattling off facts about its history. He stopped to show me several small shops, and finally to a small lake view house.
I recognized the house, and thoughts and memories of this house raced through my mind.

"Bryn," marcurio asked," are you ok?"

Blinking, I nodded, and followed him into the house.

I walked through the house, touching every wall, and everything came back at once. Every smell, every memory, every sound, it just hit me like a wave.

"Well, this is Honeyside."

I turned around to face Marcurio.

"How long have you lived here," I asked.

"Oh, maybe 6 or 7 years," he said," someone very dear to me used to live here, but she left." His tone changed, and the air in the room grew tense.

"Did you love her," I asked.

He sighed, then walked down the stairs to the lower level of the house.

I followed him after pushing the thoughts of hurting him aside.

I walked down the stairs, and noticed an arcane enchanter in the farthest corner of the room.

I slowly walked over to it, and laid my hands on the smooth wood.
Using my little finger, I traced each magical symbol, each glowing a different color.

I turned around, and Marcurio was looking at the books on the shelves. After several moments, he picked one, then shook his head, throwing it on the floor.

"You like what you see so much, that you just can't stop looking at it?" He asked, chuckling.

My face grew red, and hot, and I laughed the embarrassment away. I walked backwards into the wall, and stared at the floor, wanting this feeling to go away.

"Jesseri," he called out.

I looked up at him, then yelled at my self for responding.

He walked across the room and stood in front of me.

"Jesseri," he said, scoffing, his voice filled with anger.

"Jesseri," he whispered," why did you leave?"
I looked up at him, his eyes filled with hurt and tears.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek, and shook my head.
"I don't know," I said, feelings of regret filled my voice.

I let my arms lay limp on his shoulders.
His face was inches from mine, I could smell the sweet honey and mead he had eaten.
His hair and body smelled of mountain flowers. I moaned at the thought of touching him just once, but I couldn't.

"Marcurio," I whispered seductively.
He shuddered at the sound of his name.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I kissed his forehead, my tears falling on his nose.

He grabbed my waist, pushing me up against the wall. He kissed my neck, earning soft moans from me.

I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pulling and tugging.

"Marcurio," I whispered between soft moans," I've missed you."

He stopped, and looked up at me.

"Do you know how much pain and heartache you caused?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Jesseri," he whispers in my ear," I'm going to let it all go, because you're back. You're finally back here, in my arms."

Inappropriate thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, to make me his.

"What are you thinking about," marcurio asked.

"Do you really want to know," I asked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Yes," he said," I really want to know."