Maisie writes 9.0

Just saying, this is slightly filthy, but is overall fluff and the ending is hilarious. Also it took me a REALLY long time to write, so yeah. Enjoy this...something *shrugs*

Also when I wrote this it was 2:30 in the morning and is riddled with typos, so for example if you see the name Anders, that's supposed to be in a different fic. Along with things that say She instead of He and vice versa, and in one paragraph the word should be safely not sadly.

Anna was a quiet girl. Or more than quiet – she'd been closer to silent when she first met him. Soft whispers and words that Farkas barely heard her over his own soft whispers those first few nights he’d spent wrapped around the mage’s small body, sheltering- protecting her.

It was expected though, New to the country, and got off to a rocky start. Anna was also not exactly the sociable type, preferring to be alone or with a small group of likeminded friends.

But they had gotten to know each other better, and opened up more. Things had changed-

Oh how they'd changed

Anna was already flushed – with spots of pink on her pale cheeks, panting as her body arched, straining, hands curled in the crumpled sheets. Farkas ran a reassuring hand down her body, and she calmed. He pressed a kiss to her lips– and this time he was rewarded with a small cry.

“That’s – hnn, that’s good,” Anna  panted after he pulled away. “Good enough? You don’t want anything else?” Farkas smirked, and entwined their fingers together. Anna was soft and yielding against him, but still strong enough to put up a fight. “You – you tease, of course I want more.” Anna gave a mildly shaky laugh, her lips parting softly as she gasped, taken aback by a rather rough throttle.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to touch me. Kiss me. Do what you want just don't stop!” That definitely made her blush – the flush deepening as she dropped her gaze and gave a shuddering gasp.

“Yeah?” Farkas loving the way Anna squirmed around, trying to find touch that wasn't there.  “Held down?”

“yes…”

“Held into the mattress, shaking and whimpering?”

“Farkas,” she said, voice changing  into a shaky whine. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth to stifle the urgent tone in her voice.

“Tell me.”

“Yeah – yeah, like that.” Anna nodded “’Til I can’t walk. ‘Til I can’t think.” She groaned, throwing her head back.

“Mmhmm?”Farkas looked over her slowly inching towards her small form laying against the soft sheet. He released his hands from her and trailed down her side, feeling Anna’s body give in to his touch, eager and so inviting. Farkas kissed her neck, not hard enough to bruise, but just enough to leave a small not so noticeable mark.

“Fuck,Farkas, don’t make me beg.” Anna covered her face, hands tangled in the silky mass of blonde hair as she curled up.

Farkas watched her with a slight grin, Anna peaked an eye out from between her fingers. He sat next to her on the bed “Making you beg sounds fun,” Farkas mused. “But not like this.”

He surged up Anna's body, feeling Anna’s quick intake of breath as Farkas leaned over her. Farkas took Anna’s hands and moved them away from her face, leaning down to crash their lips together. His mouth was intoxicating – soft moans stolen by his mouth, lips parted, pressing eagerly against Annas as he lowered his weight onto the arching, writhing body beneath him. They moved together, bodies finding a rhythm as Anna grazed her teeth over the Farkas’s lower lip, and Farkas nipped back hard in response, drawing a small yelp from the mage.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat, every inch of her squirming body begging to be touched. She could beg louder than that, though – Farkas knew that. He smirked wickedly against her lips, and captured Anna’s wrists in one of his hands, pushing them gently down against the bed above her head.

“Like this?” He murmured against her lips.

“yes.”

Farkas tightened his grip,fingers crushing The Dragonborns wrists until he felt the mage gasp into his mouth, swallowing back a whimper. He wouldn’t hold them back for long, just keep her mind off it then release them when she isn't thinking about it, He was determined. He slid his other hand along her body, finding its place at her waist, nails digging into soft skin. Anna yelped.

One last, slow kiss at Anna’s lip and Farkas pulled back, letting her breath, and admiring the red mark he left behind. She’d be bruised – lips that were kiss-swollen and dark, skin flushed and golden hair tousled. She looked like the definition of pure temptation, pupils that were dilated wide and lips slick and panting as she whispered gasped Farkas’s name. Farkas braced himself over her. Most of his weight bearing down on Anna’s wrists, pulled above her head. The angle showed off her small but immensely beautiful body, showing off every uncovered inch of pale snow white, though most save for her arms, legs, and head were covered. As well as her hair, that glittered like gold in the light.

“C’mon – you know what I want.”

“I do.” Farkas whispered as he grabbed again at Anna’s eager body pulling her closer. Anna whimpered,throwing her head back and her pinned hands curling into tight fists. “You want – ” another sharp grab “ – to be utterly wrecked.”

“Y-yeah…”

Anna let out a surprised cry as the two of them moved. Farkas let go of her wrists and moved, sitting up.

He let his gaze drift higher, watching her pant and her heaving chest, struggling for air until it became more regulated, following trails of silver scars of various origins, some from childhood, others from battle, and some from just generally clumsiness. His gaze kept going up until he met her eyes. She rarely made eye contact with him, only on very special circumstances, or is she felt like it. And almost never made eye contact with most people, other than those she knew well. She had pretty eyes, a sterling silver color, like a polished locket, with little specs of blue in them. Her original eye color. Large dilated pupils and a slight twinkle in each of them. Anna looked at him only for a moment though, before tearing her gaze away again.

“Look at me,” Farkas softly said, bringing one hand to her cheek and turning her face towards him, Anna closed her eyes tightly, refusing. He could hold back – long enough to make Anna whimper, and beg, and scream. But first he had to make something sure. The mage did not move. “Anna?”

Anna's eyes opened slightly, She looked up at him, cheeks flushed dark as she breathed with soft little pants. Her eyes met his, their gazes locking.Farkas tucked a lock of hair behind her slightly pointed ear “are you alright?” He asked running a thumb down her cheek. “Yes.” She said. He kissed her softly “good.” Then rolled over again, so Anna was yet again trapped beneath him, he showered her with little affectionate kisses. She giggled “You like that?” then pulled away to resume his quick, rough touches, peppered with little bits and such in between. Anna’s reply was a wordless cry of need, high and loud and desperate. Farkas held her in place, lowering himself over the Bretons now unmoving body. watching her eyes widen as his nails left slight crescent shapes in pale skin.


She would be bruised tomorrow.

Anna was beyond words, Farkas had taken her wrists again. She was too sensitive and overloaded to speak. wrists twisting in Farkas’s grasp as he used one hand to keep himself steady, and the other wrapped around her, though the treatment was rough, she knew it would be better whence most of it was done. Farkas let his fingers drift over along her dress, feeling her ribs beneath the red fabric. Anna groaned at the touch. Usually they would have been asleep by now.Wrapped sadly in each other's arms.Farkas normally kept his hands by her sides and along her back, though he had permission to touch within the boundaries they'd set. And she was unused to this touch, as it was rare, but the feeling of it was glorious. And she wanted more. eyes pleading as she looked up at Farkas through fluttering lashes and the flush in her skin deepened. She was beautifully submissive, though she called most decisions out in the open world. As well as she seemed to be getting a bit sleepy, They would be
done soon enough.

Farkas looked away from her, and trailed down her neck kissing along it and placing a small bite on her collarbone.

“I love you,” he murmured into her skin.

Anna stifled moan in response, Anna’s head tilted back as Farkas moved himself slightly to get a better angle, that didn't put so much strain on her wrists. Then he was right back at it as his lips swept over Anna’s warm skin. Her eyes were shut closed, choked moans muffled as Farkas leaned his head down crushing Anna’s lips against his own until Farkas heard the wavering catch in Anna’s breath, the urgent, high edge to his cries, and felt him shudder as he up and let her breath. She was coughing slightly, whimpering, and chest heaving as Farkas panted above her, a tired smile on his face.

Anna was close to being overloaded – Farkas could hear it in her muffled, desperate whimpers, could feel it in the way her muscles tightened along her body and see it in her reddened flushed skin. She was writhing, panting, caught up in the wave of pleasure that was dragging her to its peak. Farkas dipped his head to nip at Anna’s neck once more, and felt the moan before he heard it, rising in her straining throat to be stifled by the press of his hand slightly over her mouth. he felt the mage’s muscles tighten beneath him.

Farkas stilled, and Anna groaned against his hand still covering her mouth.. Raw, desperate frustration as she squirmed and pouted, struggling to find some form of friction, touch,satisfaction, but was helplessly pinned. Her wrists twisted in Farkas’s grip, held bruisingly tight as her small fists clenched making her fingers white-knuckled and she threw back her head in frustration. She went to try and say something, but the attempt was unsuccessful. Farkas took his hand away, and she gagged, and breathed heavily. She went to say something and the choking rasp became a moan against Farkas’s hand and he moved his hand along her side once more. She was broken with need, skin reddened, cheats heaving, lashes damp with the all too familiar threat of tears, hair tousled around her face as if it would come undone at any moment. Farkas touched the shivering pale skin of her arm and smoothed her hair a bit. Anna made a sound, keening high and desperate, her cry almost a sob as Farkas withdrew his hands leaving her untouched once more.

“You – fuck you Farkas, you son of a bitch.”

Farkas hunched over her with a snarl, holding back from digging his fingers into her soft malleable flesh. She was warm, and yielding. And so, so tempting, every shudder of her body and every hitch in her breath dragging him to breaking point. But he held back.

“You want something?” Farkas gave a slow, soft touch that ran down the length of her body, down to her knee,. “aren’t you enjoying this, love? Or- perhaps you want me to stop?”

“F-fuck…” Anna’s voice cracked, and she whimpered, twisting in Farkas’s grip. “Don’t stop, please – no…”

Farkas moved again, giving Anna's wrists a rough grip and listening to yet another delicious, cry. He slid his hand into the lose strands  of anna’s hair, twisting until she yelped. Every sharp tug was accompanied by a hard kiss or rake of nails against her already bruised skin. His own groans echoed in his ears as Anna’s whimpers pitched higher – loud and desperate and shaken. He’d never been completely gentle – but now he was merciless, putting all his weight (though both of them were rather light) onto Anna’s wrists and dragging cracked, gasping whimpers from her parted lips.

“How?”, his curled lip inches from Anna’s face. Another grab, digging his fingers deep into her hip until he saw Anna’s eyelids flutter and her lips part in a stuttering moan. “Like – this? until you’re screaming every time that I so much as touch you?”

“Yeah,” Anna gasped. Her shallow breath hitched, and her pinned hands curled against into fists against Farkas's hands.

“All night?” Farkas leaned in closer, and drew Anna’s lower lip between his own . He tugged gently until Anna moaned, then bit rather  hard, earning a sharp quick yelp. “Until you beg? Until you’re so desperate for it all to stop that all – you can do…” he paused and his words after it left Anna gasping ”Is whimper.”

He didn’t give Anna a chance to respond, kissing her hard as the Bretons broken gasp was stolen by the press of his lips. It was rough and messy, Anna’s sharp, urgent cries swept away as he claimed her mouth, making Anna his with every nip and kiss and guttural moan. He could taste the heat in the bruised flesh, feel the slick of Anders’ saliva on his skin and hear the raw edge in his moans as he held him down. Every kiss, every move, every twist and pull at her tangled blond hair, every time Anna’s wrists ground beneath his weight – Anna was his. Just as he himself was hers. And she was Eager, pliant, submissive, and hungry for more.

“Please…” Anna’s voice was muffled by the dip and flicker of Farkas’s lips against hers. “Pl...”

Farkas snarled, low and ragged as he forced Anna’s’ lips apart and kissed her hard and deep. He could feel her squirming – legs kicking slightly as she struggled against Farkas’s hands. He could feel her pure raw need – Her breath hot and roughened against his mouth as she arched against Him. He was pressed against Farkas at almost every point she could be, without breaking any boundaries, which neither would ever EVER want to do. Her back arched and legs shaking ever so slightly. Anna was perfect like this – loud, and beautifully desperate, and his.

Another touch, another shaky moan from the wizard pinned beneath him – and Farkas stopped again. Anna’s annoyed, frustrated and tired sound was lost in the heat of Farkas’s mouth, and he drew back slowly, feeling his lips part from Anna’s as Anna squirmed helplessly and tiredly under him.

“Don’t…” Anna groaned as Farkas nipped at her soft lower lip once again. “You – you tease..., don’t stop.”

“I’m not.” Farkas grinned slyly , trailing his lips down Anna’s arched neck to bite and suck at the sensitive skin over and around her collarbone. Anna writhed and moved about, panting raggedly as Farkas left a small trail of reddish purple marks he just knew would be livid dark bruises by the time morning came. “I'm just taking my time.”

The sound that came from her throat was almost a sob. “Let me go…”

“I will.” Farkas kissed his way down Anna’s front, feeling the way Anna’s wrists shifted beneath his palm as she shifted under him. “Screaming, shaking, to exhausted to do anything else, and begging for me to stop…”

“Divines, yes.”

Farkas then sat up, straightened up onto his knees, then grabbed Anna’s legs dragging her to him with one arm around the Breton mage’s slim narrow waist, the other making its way to her back. Anna gasped and laughed as she was pulled into Farkas’s lap, she grinned at him, and he smiled back. He stroked her hair out of the way of her face.

Anna threw back her head with a muffled whimper, biting her lip. In the low light, Farkas could see the marks on her pale skin, scars or marks from the past or infancy. But he would think about that later. He kept one hand sturdily around her waist, and let the other one explore. He ran his fingers down her front, Anna panted, squirming in his lap as her breath caught – high, quick gasps. He growled against her skin, letting his teeth graze over Anna's neck in the way that made her writhe deliciously – then he moved.

It was sudden – Farkas was quick when he wanted to be, elegant power in his muscular bulk as he flipped over and pinned Anna effortlessly against the bed.

He sat up, still holding her wrists, and looked down at her gloatingly.

“You want it?” He asked with a turn of the head.

“What do you think?!”

Anna’s arms were reddened from the grip of his hand and from the roughness of their movements , snow pale skin flushed prettily and scattered with faded silver marks. He traced them lightly, following each line from start to finish

Anna’s sounds grew louder – desperate pleas for more scattered between needy whimpers. He watched the soft, reddened skin move and scrape with every movement . Farkas bit his lip.

He slid his hand up the mage’s back and sides, feeling through the fabric and portions of her uncovered arms, skin flushed and hot against his palm. He ran his nails up over her spine, making him squirm, up onto the toned muscle of his shoulders and dug his fingers in, pulling sharply. Anna whimpered, and he let go.

Farkas shushed her softly and kissed the area between her shoulder and collarbone, Anna made a pleasured noise

“There?”

“Y-yeah…” Anna moved and threw back her head, giving him better access. Her hair falling back to show the high flush on her cheeks and her eyes wide and dark. She bit her lip on a shuddering keen, eyes fluttering half-closed in pleasure.

“Tell me what you want.” Farkas bent to kiss the spot again, feeling her shaky moans as her body arched under him.

“I…” Anna gasped, she was at a loss for words Farkas growled against her skin, and Anna whimpered.

Farkas groaned, and let his hand sliding from Anna’s back up her spine to grip her side. And Farkas smiled and panted over her, He deeply kissed her parted lips once more.

“Mngh – ah…” Anna’s words were lost against his mouth, Sensation overwhelmed her. It was all too much. She lost herself in it all, in the sound of his voice and the feel of his smooth, heated skin against her own. He gripped her wrists tightly, the other going around her, holding him in place as she shook violently then went suddenly slack.

Somewhere in the moments that followed, Farkas’s grip loosened on Anna’s bruised wrists. He felt more than heard Anna’s semiconscious whimper at the loss of pressure, and his fingers slid free of the mage’s arms as he rolled off her to fall against the sheets, half-propped up against a pillow. Farkas was breathing rather heavily as he let his head fall back with a sigh. Anna sleepily followed, climbing into his lap and leaning against his chest as he reached down, tilting her chin up and kissed her gently.

Farkas smirked against Anna’s soft pink lips, He ran his hand up Anna’s leg, feeling the muscle tense and shiver at the touch. Anna moaned against his mouth, lips parting as Farkas slid one arm around her waist and pulled her close. Farkas smoothed her hair, running his hand through the softness as she squirmed in his arms, panting softly as he nipped and kissed at her lip.

“Want something?” Farkas Murmured,eyes closed.

“Mm.” Anna pulled back panting, clinging to Farkas like a lifeline. She licked her lips slightly, each shallow breath shuddering on the edge of breaking into a soft moan. “Please.”

Anna slipped one hand between then and ran it along Anna’s inner thigh, touching the soft skin. His fingers trailed higher. He could feel the returning chill coming back into her still warm skin, Anna made a small barely noticeable noise, trying to take more of the touch that wasn't there. Farkas knew that well enough and he could pull away, he could tease, but he wouldn’t for long. He looked into her eyes, wide dark pupils against a background of pure silver.

Anna’s grip against him tightened, lips parting softly and eyes half-closed as to keep from looking at him. Farkas squeezed her hip for a moment, slowly wrapping his arm tighter around her waist. The other trailed up and down until he reached her chest. He pressed his fingers in slightly, feeling for indented skin, as a result of her days in the NICU with multitudes of wires and tubes, and such fragile skin. Her body was still flushed and twitching slightly along with her still erratic heartbeat, he trailed down her stomach, her breath caught, as she writhed under his ever skilled touch.

“That’s it, love,” Farkas murmured. He dug his fingers into her waist and Anna’s  whimper became a scream, Anna cried out sharply before her head fell back and she arched in his lap

Anna's body tightened once again, back arching, face buried in Farkas’s shoulder as she let out a muffled cry. and the mage’s body writhed, flushed and shook terribly, in his lap.

The two collapsed in a tangle of limbs, flushed, exhausted, panting and utterly spent. Farkas dragged Anna’s small body closer. Taking her by her upper sides and half lifting half dragging her to him– as close as he could get – warm, spent and gasping in his arms he swept a strand of blonde golden hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“Are your wrists okay, love?” Farkas asked as the worrying came back to his mind, Anna’s breathing slowed and calmed and his own pulse began to once again settle.

“Bruised,” Anna said, “but I've had worse.”
she placed a content hand on his chest

“Do want some ice and a bandage or..?”

“I know restoration magic, remember?” Anna tiredly grinned and gently sprawled across his chest. “There are advantages to being a mage.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Farkas ran his fingers through Anna’s hair, chuckling as he felt Anna’s tired flop against his chest. He captured one of Anna’s hands, gently rubbing over the red and black-and-blue marks left on her fragile skin, then brought it to his lips to kiss the bruised flesh. “I'm still going to fuss over you, you know that.” he said softly. “It doesn't seem right, otherwise.”

“very well.” Anna smiled as Farkas’s lips trailed over the inside of his wrist. “I won't be going anywhere. Except to sleep”

“No shit Sherlock.”

He chuckled against the warm slowly cooling skin, lips trailing higher over Anna’s lower arm It wasn’t quite a sense of comfort that stirred  inside him and he wasn’t sure it did much to sooth the bruises where he nipped at her and grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin– but it kept her there. Kept her safely in his arms wrapped up as they both drifted silently off to a dreamless exhausted sleep.


Anna woke from unconscious sleep, eyes still closed but mildly aware from the daylight streaming in from the large window to the right. “Oooowwwwwwww.” Anna groaned as she moved slightly. She heard a slight laugh next to her, and opened her eyes. Farkas was lying next to her, looking at her. “Your a bastard.” She said. “Least a bastard knows who his mother is.” Anna grabbed a pillow from behind her and smack him in the face with it. Farkas grumbled from behind the pillow “Fffffffffuuuuuuuuu.” Anna laughed, it was a clear high sound. One that made up for any pain that had been caused the night before. Farkas peeked from under the pillow, and he smiled.

The End!

I hope you enjoyed this slightly naughty filthy Fluff, I actually wrote Max an apology and warning before I sent them it! But they approved it and gosh this took me such a long time to write. It's been almost a week in the making of this thing ugh, I'm going to go sleep now.

Also Jack said to Max he will be back sometime this week, we were like “omg Jack hasn't guest posted in long time, let's give the people back their comedian!”

This has been Maisie writes