For Honor: an unlikely attraction

Ch. 25

William's POV

We came to the door of my room, a dark wood door with fake gold impeded in it. Ingrid looked at it and then to me before cocking an eyebrow.

"it's not real gold you know" I chuckled slightly.

"Oh I knew that. I was just thinking why it was there in the first place. Seems unnecessary"

"I never really thought about that"

Ingrid giggled, which I found cute. "Perhaps you knights should focus more on technique rather than extravagance".

"Ha! I don't know about you but I have EXCELENT technique" I said before wrapping my arms her waist.

"Actions speak louder than words" and she opens the door

My room was wasn't so large but was still big. As soon we walked in, we were greeted to my queen sized bed. To the left of the bed lay the velvet curtain draped windows that overlooked the land outside. On the right of the bed was my desk where I also store my bottles. The walls were decorated with varies paintings with also multiple decorated swords.

In the corner laid my armor. Considering I was once part of the Blackstone legion it was still black material but the cloth and standards were green, yellow, and black instead of orange, white, and black. It was similar to the typical warden garbs you get as a recruit but was had a number of differences. The front chest plate was one of a lion instead of a blank plate. The shoulder pads had pyramid shaped spikes protruding from them, and the helmet had a wider visor with three vertical slots on each cheek.

Ingrid walks up to my armor before sliding a finger on the lion plate. She frowns

"It's rusting but only a little bit. Better check that out before it becomes more of a problem"

I shrug. "I don't have any oil"

"Well... get oil"

I take off my coat and lay it on the chair near my desk. "Tomorrow. I'm beat. Today was more exhausting than it needed to be"

Ingrid looked down in shame, shuffling her feet. "I'm... sorry for what happened" she said. 

I smiled warmly and hugged her. "It's okay. You came out fine and everyone seems to have bought my mom's story so there's no suspicion on you"

"Lets just my outburst doesn't bite us in the back" I heard Ingrid mutter

"If it does... we will handle it when it comes"

"You know your sense of worry is worrying me. You should look into that"

I shrug at the statement, having being used to it after being told many times before. Personally, I think my lack of worry is one of my strengths. It calms me and allows me to think under dire situations.

I remove my shoes and dress shirt, and then I hopped into bed, sinking into the softness of it. I closed my eyes and sighed in satisfaction.

I heard the shuffling of clothes coming from Ingrid's direction. The image of Ingrid's pale skin, her flawless breast, and petite but yet strong body caused blood to flow to my loins, tenting my pants. I smiled a little bit at the sight. 

I laid on the right side of the bed and I felt Ingrid crawl on the left. When I thought she would lay there and cuddle with me, she immediately broke that idea when she jumped on me and straddled me, reminiscent of the first time we had sex. I snapped my eyes open and looked at her and my eyes met with the same predator I saw last time but with more clarity in them. This was truly Ingrid with me.

Her left hand glided over my bare chest with her right fondling her breast. 

"I know you're tired but..." she then lowered her head, capturing my lips with hers in a searing kiss. She broke it and moved her head towards my right ear and whispered, "...we both know what we want"