These are a few of my favorite things (Anna)

 Was this from April? Yes. Do I care? No.

Day 30 Favorite:

Despite all the hazards, crime, and other unsavory things that go on in Markarth it can’t help but be one of my favorite cities, second perhaps to Solitude…Morthal ranks lowest on the list. Dwemer architecture is a primary factor in it, along with the remains of the machinery, it’s fascinating when it’s not trying to kill you. But mostly, it’s the nice not so little house that’s my favorite. The layout is similar in a way to the one in Solitude which was also a gift from the Jarl, with an entrance and a common room of sorts as well as a kitchen on the main floor, a staircase, and a second floor landing with two rooms. Unlike proudspire manor however it does not look out onto the first floor, instead having a large window that overlooks the city. I don’t know the details of the room if you turn right, as it’s occupied by Argis the housecarl and I allow him his privacy, but if you turn left there’s a rather wonderful master bedroom and another perfectly placed window to look out on the city of stone. All that’s missing from what’s perhaps my favorite place in Skyrim is my favorite person in the country, but he’ll be back eventually, being off on a brief trip to somewhere near Whiterun, I think.

For now I keep myself occupied doing various things, being introverted allows you to become quite adept at staying entertained for long periods of time alone. Argis doesn’t do much, mostly leaving me be as there are no threats or things in need of protection at the moment. Time passes and the hour grows late, I should probably go to bed soon. Having grown tired I decide to take a bath before going to bed, another advantage of Markarth is the natural spring system that runs under and through the city, making the bath attached to the room a sizable dug in pool connected to the system of hot springs, and it ensures there’s almost always warm water. After a nice long bath that only reminds me I should do that more frequently, as I often have such little time it’s usually devoted to getting clean and getting out, I get dressed and turn out the lights. Eventually I’ll fall asleep, but for now I simply lay there staring at the ceiling.

After some time I drift off to sleep and into the realm of dreams, oftentimes I don’t remember my dreams, but some of them manage to have a strong enough hold that I’ll remember them even days later…if only I could do that with mathematics. These dreams are a bit strange, almost a mix of dream and conscious fantasy. In fact, they’re so vivid that in the back of my mind I wonder if Vaermina and/or Sanguine are involved somehow, but it’s entirely possible it’s just my brain chemistry being a bit excessive. In the middle of the night I wake up having heard a noise and eclipsing part of the view out the window a figure in the dark. Still sleepy and as a result mildly scared I go to say something but am stopped by a familiar voice reassuringly saying “Shh shh shhh, it’s just me.” and a nearby light turning on, oh, it’s just Farkas, he came back early. Rubbing the remains of sleep from my eyes I look at him with a stupid sleepy grin as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “Sorry for waking you up, didn’t miss anything important while I was gone did I?” Shaking my head I jokingly say with a yawn that I’ve been awake for hours which gets a quiet laugh in return. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” I joke which gets a curious hum “And what made you think that? Plans change, and Rorikstead doesn’t have much going on at the moment.” I think perhaps the only time that hamlet has been interesting was the night Sanguine hit him in the head with a shovel…but that’s a story for another time. Regardless, I detect a small hint of a lie in the explanation but decide not to press it further, as it simply sounds that everything is less important than a warm night in front of a fire instead of out in the cold. Noticing my still somewhat sleepy demeanor I’m told I can go back to sleep, but my dreams have given me an idea, and I politely refuse. “Oh? Did you have other ideas then?” As a matter of fact, yes I do. There’s a brief pause as things are put away and armor taken off and placed in their respective spots neatly which I just sit and watch. “Anna.” Farkas says with a slight accusatory tone as he begins to work at his shirt “If I had to guess, you’ve been thinking about this.” Maybe I have, and maybe I haven’t, that’s something I’ll never tell.

“You said so yourself, not much going on at the moment, especially not tonight…and sometimes the mind might wander a bit when bored and alone.” I point out as I’m joined once again on the bed where I’m given a grin before rather suddenly being pulled into a kiss that is very quickly reciprocated. After it’s a slightly awkward scramble to get out of my clothes especially with the continued kisses but in the end the endeavor is successful leaving only a thin undershirt and shorts, and Farkas remaining in trousers per usual…some things you just don’t want to see, after all. Sometimes I find things a bit unfair, particularly when shirts are involved, but it’s a bit cold tonight and I find that in this instance I don’t mind the inequality as I’m kissed again. With the breathe I have an involuntary gasp makes its way out but never once do things cease until we both come up for air.

Able to breathe again my head hits the pillows with a light thud as air fills my lungs once more. “What do you want?” Farkas asks while moving a stray piece of hair away from my eyes, always so considerate. I’m given a moment to think as kisses as trailed along the side of my neck. “Just…touch me?” I offer, not entirely sure how to put my wants into an explanation. “How?” Oh the dreaded question, though it comes out sounding almost like a command and I squirm slightly as I attempt to think. In an attempt to avoid answering I kiss him again, this is touch, connection, intimacy without all the annoying aspects of sex, and it’s so much easier than answering questions. An almost desperate neediness had set in from the time I woke up but it’s a gentle neediness, one that requires being carefully taken apart rather than pushed into the mattress…or a nearby wall. Lucky for me, Farkas is excellent at doing exactly that, one might find it unexpected for a nord given the brutish stereotype but I find the gentleness ironic as I lay there gasping softly at light kisses and gentle touches by the same man who I once saw kill about twenty people in under three minutes. Lycanthropy, what an interesting affliction.

 “You still didn’t answer the question” I’m reminded with a kiss against my cheek as he sits up…damn it, now I have to actually think. “Fuck” I say banging my head back against the pillow “No thank you” Farkas jokes, giving me a smirk as I look at him for a second unamused. It was not a suggestion, or a request, only an exclamation of frustration at the thought of needing to think. “…touch…me?” I almost squeak out and get an almost pandering nod of agreement “That’s the idea, yeah.” I’m told as he sits there before leaning back over “Slow, maybe? Nice and soft and slow.” He pauses for a second, looking around the dimly lit room, with only moonlight illuminating the stone, metal, and wood shining through the window. “Or…maybe you want it a bit rougher, can always push you against the wall and play with you until you break. Make sure you’ll feel it tomorrow.” He pauses for a moment and looks down at me fondly, running a hand along my cheek “But you seem sleepy, so I have a guess about which option you’ll choose, but it’s up to you.” He tells me before sitting back up again. Both options are always a fun way to spend an evening and I blush at the thought of both but thinking it over I sit up for a second and find myself with Farkas’ undivided attention as he sits quietly waiting for an answer. “Just slow-“ I say finally “…please” I add, even if only out of habit. While I’m not sure which part caused it Farkas smiles fondly before ever so lightly pushing me over again and leaning down to steal another kiss. While I had been waiting for his return this was by no means expected, however, between a war and dragons flying around and all the other insanity that occurs in this freezing country a quiet moment is something to enjoy, planned or not.

Touch is such a versatile sense when used correctly, and I still remember the anatomy lesson of sorts I gave the first time this happened one morning in this very room. The wonders of nerve endings and sensory input and the things they can cause the neuro endocrine system to do. One hand trails down my side and part of my leg for a bit until it’s decided that perhaps enough teasing has been done and moves inward until it finds the spot that makes me jolt. All the while the other arm supports the rest of the body and I’m watched with a look of almost curiosity as I shake and gasp and eventually close my eyes- there’s too much eye contact combined with other stimuli and it’s overwhelming. Realizing this and considerate as ever Farkas almost stops, not quite but only due to my whine of protest telling him not to. Instead he goes back to running a hand along my side having found a way to get under the thin undershirt and whispers words of reassurance in my ear and tells me all about his brief trip and that he missed me until the overwhelming feeling passes and I open my eyes again, no longer looking up at a pair of metallic silver eyes, but only the ceiling reflecting the starlight and sigh with relief before my breath is taken away again, but it’s not a bad feeling.

Some people may find this boring, but it’s the little things that take me apart best, the idea of penetrative anything, and sex in general, makes me uncomfortable, I’d much rather fool around in bed doing what allo people consider foreplay until eventually passing out in a post-orgasmatic wave of exhaustion. Not quite “post-nut-clarity” but similar I suppose. Straight women especially do not know what they’re missing, the clitoris alone has over eight thousand nerve endings! How many does the vagina itself have- I don’t know but not many, you have to push a baby out of it after all- and those things are big! The beauty of foreplay, ace or not, if you are assigned female at birth, you can achieve some very fun chemical reactions without any need for sex, all you need is yourself, a partner if you so desire, a bit of time, and something capable of touching something else. Seeing people interact with each other in a variety of contexts, and especially the times I’ve found myself alone at a party or other event surrounded by women my age, I'm astounded how little people paid attention in science class. Oh well, we can’t all be intellectuals.

 Having gotten lost in my own head for a second I’m abruptly dragged out of it by a new sensation, the hand that had been trailing lower and using friction to its advantage given the fact I’m still almost entirely clothed in some sense had moved up and under my shirt, gently marveling at the soft and admittedly somewhat oddly textured tissue there. Another biology lesson people missed, newborn skin is incredibly fragile, sometimes things happen to it at that time and it simply stays that way, the rest of the body growing around it…people need to take better care of their children, really. “I was wondering what would drag you out of that daze, thinking about something interesting?” I’m asked and shake my head “Unless you count the nerve endings of the body as interesting…” Farkas makes a humming noise “They’re interesting in their own way I guess, especially when you do this.” Another touch that makes me not quite yelp, hands leaving where they’d been occupied around him to cover my mouth briefly, that only makes Farkas laugh as he pulls away and sits back, giving me a moment to regain some sense of composure before going back to the gentle teasing motions.

Some might think it too slow a pace to find a rhythm but it works when you’re not moving on to something else with this being only preparation, each little press or circular motion causes a slowly building feeling of pleasure that courses through the entire body. Such a gentle, teasing motion, but somehow Farkas knows exactly where to press and precisely what to do and when. Slowly but surely I’m brought down from my earlier overwhelmed state and into a gentle relaxation that it’s almost difficult to stay awake. However I don’t find myself falling asleep as desperation still reigns waiting for satisfaction. “Farkas” I nearly cry “get on with it.” With a tsk and a shake of the head almost everything stops “you said slow.” Ah that’s true, I did, and I want it, but not this slow, at this rate we’ll be here all night! “You’re lucky I can tell Argis to leave me alone.” I mutter, looking away and crossing my arms “Are you saying I’m slow?” I’m asked as Farkas sits back on his knees again and looks at me as I pout “Very.” I reply “Now if you could do kindly hurry up or I won’t let you stay the night.” At that he leans in and rests a hand against my leg, succeeding in making me squirm and the other moves to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves pushing down as hard as possible without causing pain making an undignified sound escape, not a sound id otherwise ever make, but one that for some reason Farkas has no trouble pulling out of me. “You’ll let me stay the night, I live here.” He replies gently but also seemingly trying to stop a laugh. It’s true, I can’t kick him out of the building…but I can kick him out of the room. But I won’t, and considering the reply sounded also vaguely like a threat, or another command, I decide to let him stay. “Can you please just touch me?” I ask and finally get enough cooperation that the teasing stops.

Similar to the motion that made me squirm there’s a combination of slow but purposeful touches that alternate between beneath my shirt and employing the use of friction against my underwear and kisses that trail along my neck, shoulder, and upper chest. “More” I gasp suddenly as feelings begin to build up but I’m shushed with a hand lightly over my mouth and for a short while every sound I make is muffled, which I later find out was because there was footsteps on the stairs, and while the doors are almost certainly soundproof, one never knows. Still I squirm and writhe under him, trying to take more if that’s even possible, but the grip makes it difficult and yet I can’t help the tremor coursing through me. This will be over soon, if my hormonal system has anything to say about it, that is.

Being held down is an interesting experience, and while this is not at all close to what typically occurs, I find I like it and if anything want more of it. If I could stay like this, with Farkas in charge and just lay there and make what I’m told are adorable noises as I’m played with until I break I wouldn’t complain. Noticing a kiss again my neck I tilt my head to the side to allow the opportunity for more before I’m told in a whisper to describe it, and upon saying it’s good- being held, and held down, and carefully slowly played with I’m asked if I want to see something better. Of course I do, what kind of question is that? Suddenly all touch is gone and at a point so close to release I’m nearly ready to strangle him until all of a sudden I’m picked up and settled into his lap so we’re facing each other. This way I can look around more, but not move quite as much. “This okay?” Farkas asks, tilting my face up to look at him when it had previously been looking at the dark purple color of my underwear. I don’t like eye contact if I can avoid it, even if he does have pretty eyes “Yes.” I mumble “It’s just-“ Farkas gives a reassuring pat against my shoulder and moves a stray lock of hair away from my eyes “I got you, don’t worry.” I believe it, and the thought makes me wonder if I could climax purely because of sweet nothings whispered in my ear, but that’s an experiment for another time.

At the first touch with this new angle that for some reason is so much more sensitive I make a noise and bury my head against his shoulder the sharp first touch is followed by a number of gentle ones but I still shudder and squirm at the feeling, it’s good, but it’ll be overpowering soon enough- I won’t last much longer. Noticing my shivering im wrapped up in a tight hug until our chests touch, including the thin layer of fabric that doesn’t hide much, not that there’s much to hide. The earlier touch is gone so I make do by squirming as best I can looking for friction and making quiet noises trying not to be too loud, as it’s gotten rather late by now.

 Farkas only grins and kisses my neck, this way avoids eye contact and I find myself grateful to love someone who understands that sometimes while I may want comfort and/or pleasure or anything else from them I might not want to look them in the eye. At that moment I wrap my arms around him, reciprocating the hug which makes him let out a soft barely noticeable noise of perhaps gratitude, all I know is it’s cute.

 A rhythm at this point is well established and while it’s harder to move like this it works out, as this way is much more sensitive and I quickly feel myself going before the boiling point comes unexpectedly and everything overflows, endorphins rushing through my veins as my muscles twitch and spasm and all the while I’m kissed softly as one hand continues to move in little circles to prolong the pleasure and the other keeps me from falling backwards with a hand on my back. While there are still some bodily fluids that will need clean up, they’re confined to a change of underwear, and much less messy than the alternative genetalias idea of an orgasm. Hands are quickly moved from their former position up to my hips and dragged along my sides in calming repetitive motions. “You’re staying the night.” I tell Farkas as I lean against his chest, one arm around his shoulder and the other drawing imaginary shapes into the area around his collarbone. He just laughs and pats my side softly before tilting my head up for another kiss. “I would have stayed anyway.” He mumbles with a grin.

Working through the last aftershocks I continue to move, and while still sensitive there’s something that almost requires me to do so, I can’t quite explain it. Besides, moving like this is nice, intimate in a way so many people don’t get or experience for one reason or another. So we continue, kissing softly until things have passed and I’ve completely tired myself out, legs aching and body too heavy with sleep to continue moving and so with a bit of maneuvering and a quick change of clothes I’m picked up and placed back completely into bed under the covers. Carefully we lay back down and roll over, now in a similar situation to where we started and still kissing.

“Remind me to have Argis go off somewhere for a day.” Farkas mumbles after pulling away to breathe “Hmm?” I question, looking up at him with sleepy half lidded eyes, perfectly content to kiss and be kissed and just relax under the comforting warmth and weight of another person. “I wanna see what you like.” He whispers and pauses for a moment “and I want to see what I can do to you.” The addition makes me smirk “Anything, within reason, and you already know some of the things.” At that he grins and kisses me again, slipping one hand under my shirt to trail along my side. And like that we just kiss and kiss until he finally lays down next to me and pulls me in close, giving one more kiss to my forehead and softly playing with my hair as I lay pressed against him. Things will return to business as usual in the morning, at least I assume so, one can never be sure in this city, but for now I’m just grateful to have the entire night with my favorite person in one of my favorite places. In a post climax exhausted daze I quickly fall asleep to the rhythmic sound of breathing as the moons finish their journey across the sky and the first rays of sun are climbing over the mountains. Day will come, eventually, but all that matters is the peacefully sleeping nord next to me, cuddling me in perhaps the most adorable gentle way, and the quickly forming bruises I’ll have to hide tomorrow. That’s a problem for future me, for now, it’s time to sleep. And in a daze of incoherent though I fall asleep. It was a good night, a very good night…good night everyone, give your favorite person a hug, I mumble to myself as sleep takes me, unsure who I’m talking to.