Maisie writes 8.0 (this has slight plot. Not much)

Hello again I know I wrote yesterday but wanted to write again! Here's some slightly not so fluffy Fluff, that was partially based off a fic I read...because I am trash.

Anyways….

Farkas walked swiftly through Windhelms streets, careful not to slip in the snow that was always falling. He walked through the stone quarter and overheard one of the guards who was leaning up against the stone wall separating the blacksmith's forge from the rest of the square say “hey, you. Your married to the DragonBorn right? The blonde Breton young woman with silver eyes? Who usually is wearing a Red and White dress?” Farkas looked at him stopping and then going over to him “yes for a matter of fact I am. What about her?!” He said fairly calmly, it was late and he was tired, and cold. Really only wanting to go home and go to sleep. “Don't worry friend, she's fine. Just got into some trouble, nothing too bad. Probably accidentally picked something up. Then also found an axe in the graveyard down there, and then saw whose it was so went to their house to return it. The person caught her and called the guard.” The guard said coolly. “So she got arrested?” Farkas asked the blue clad guard. “Yes. Only for a few days. Once the first time for and then second time didn't have enough to pay the fine so back to the dungeons she went. Saw her the other day, she's out and about again. She's fine, don't worry about it. And she probably missed you, so she got bored.” The guard says with a shrug at the end. Farkas thanks the guard then goes back to trudging through the snow and slush. “Ann’s your in big trouble when I get home I swear to god.” He whispered to himself as he walked up the street. Within the next minute or so he got to the house, Windhelm was an old city, oldest in Skyrim. Large stone walls surrounded it and gave it a dark grim feel. The houses were made of thick wood and carved with intricate patterns. Their house was in the nicer district of the city. There were three quarters and the castle, The Grey Quarter, The Dark Elven slum, Ulfric had said they could live within city walls, but only within their “area” so to speak. Then there was the stone quarter, where the market was. And then there was this quarter, he pondered whether it had a name or not, and decided it didn't, at least not that he could think of. He fumbled with his keys briefly before putting it in the bronze  key in the key hole and hearing the lock turn and click. The pushed open the door quickly, but softly, carfule to not make a sound. He unbuttoned his brown coat and tossed it on a chair, then kicked off his shoes, sighed and tiptoed up the stairs. He stepped on one particular stair that creaked when he stepped. “Shit” He hoped Anna didn't hear that. He got to the top of the stairs and looked down the hall. It was mostly dark, save for the light streaming in from the window at the end, and there was a soft light coming from their bedroom, of which the door was open. He softly walked, footsteps muffled from his socks. He walked over to where the door frame was and leaned against it. Anna was asleep, or at least dozing. Curled up on her side, the open book still in her hands, golden hair lighting and shimmering in the flickering dying firelight. He walked over to her, and plucked the book from her hands. He picked up a bookmark from the side table and then closed the book The Exodus the title read, written in gold writing against the red leather cover. He placed the book on the night table. He poked her arm lightly, and she shot up, breathing heavily, eyes wide. She looked up at him, face pale and still panting “Farkas?” She asked. He smiled. She leapt up sitting on her knees and hugged him tightly “I missed you! What took you so long?!” He hugged her back and kissed her hair. “I missed you too.” He whispered. Farkas let go and Anna sat back “you'll never guess what happened while you were away.” She said a grin breaking out as she spoke. He kneeled down “oh, but I think I can…” He said, and Anna's grin disappeared. She gripped his arm “What'd you hear? Who told you? I wanted to tell you the story!” She pouted crossing her arms and frowning. “You can tell the story. All I heard was a few snippets from one of the guards.” Farkas said sitting next to her. “Which guard? Was it Rowan? The guard in the market? I swear I'm going to kick the crap out of him if it was.” Farkas shrugged “I don't know it was a guard in the market place I'm not sure if his names Rowan though, I- I don't know.” Anna nodded. “Anyways, story. So I was walking around and saw something from Nirane’s stall, so I picked it up to show her it and ask a question. But one of the other people thought it was stealing and so the guards come and arrest me. And then another time, I was walking through the graveyard, to go meet with Ulfric...oh yeah, I kicked his ass too. He was not happy, but Galmar applauded.” Farkas laughs and puts his head in his hands “Ann’s you can't just go around beating up nobility! I don't know how stuff was in Daggerfall, but I don't think it was like that. Anyways, continue.” Anna notes the fact that for centuries HighRock operated on a feudal system before uniting all under The Daggerfall banner during The Great War. “So as I was walking through, I saw a little glimpse of silver, and went to investigate. I found an axe, it had the owners name inscribed on the hilt, it was one of the Sandri siblings. And so I went to return it. The door was unlocked and so I walked in and placed it on a table. Unfortunately one of their relatives was in the house at the time and decided to walk down the stairs at that very moment. Then called the guards. Yay, back to sitting in a cell for a day because I had no money on me!” Anna falls over onto her back with a sigh. “Well, you've certainly had an ‘interesting’ few days to say the least.” Farkas muses. “Oh, and I also may or may not have possibly stolen a rather expensive item from The White Phial.” Anna then remembers “you have a knack for getting into mischief don't you?” Farkas asks rolling his eyes. “I'm a Breton, it runs in the blood.” Anna then says. Farkas looks down at her “wasn't your grandfather an altmer though?” Anna looks at him blankly, then simply says “Bretons are/were half Altmer, and Half Nord or Imperial. So it doesn't make much difference if I have a slight bit more elvish blood in me.” He nods. “Well, you've been naughty, especially without me. So payback.” He says and then pins her beneath him, capturing her wrists and putting them out about over head, smirking. He kisses her softly, and then again, and again, wrapping her in his arms. Being soft and gentle “I wouldn't exactly call this payback, as much as cuddles.” Anna quips lightly. “You haven't seen the end yet.” Farkas retorts. Then things get less gentle, within minutes Anna's flushed and out of breath. He pulls his mouth away from her lips only for a time, and moves to her neck. He kisses it softly a few times, then bites down, hard. He's rewarded with a most satisfying noise. His grip on her wrist tightens and he hears Anna gasp“Bastard. Ah!” Anna says then is caught off guard as he rolls over, taking her with him, and sits up. His eyes gleam with a light that is not unfamiliar, but not common either. “Hey could be worse. Could be what is pronounced like the first part of the word second, but with the letter X at the end. And it doesn't hurt very much. I've endured worse. Like getting cut with that sword, that wasn't fun.” Anna thinks to herself. At least now she's not pinned down, and has room to move. But his grip is still tight around her waist, she goes to move, but is stopped “ah ah ah. Your not going anywhere.not until I say so. Not until your so desperate, that all you can do is beg.” Farkas says and pulls her back down. She pushes him over. “Ha!” She laughs and kisses him deeply. After what seems like hours the two are still tangled up, back in their original position. Annas getting more than a bit overloaded, and if it doesn't end soon she might just burst. “Please. Please please please. Stop. I can't take it, it's too much. Please!” Anna begs too tired to thrash, so her head moves weakly around. Farkas then losens his grip and whispers a two simple words in her ear “all done.” He lets go of her wrists and sits up on his knees watching her for a minute. She just lays there, half lidded eyes sleepy from pleasure. Hair tousled on the verge of coming undone and skin flushed. Farkas moves her and tucks her in, then goes and takes a quick shower then comes back to see her curled up again, fast asleep. He smiles and walks over, climbing in next to her, and holding her gently as she sleeps head lulling on his chest and arms wrapped around his neck. Just watching and listening to her breath. “I wonder what she dreams about?” Farkas murmurs to himself, as Anna had just started smiling serenely. Then turns off the light, kisses her once more. Then quickly follows her falling fast asleep.

Well I hope you like this mix of filth and fluff that was partially based off a FenHawke fic I read, because like Jack, Max, and the rest of The Fellowship, I'm trash.

This has been Maisie writes.