-In the kitchen-
Arquen bit her bottom lip as Sera inched her legs apart. The lewdness of it all was incredibly exciting. Still, she *was* suppose to be working... She stood and stepped around the counter and towards the door. Taking a small peek around the corner, she confirmed that Rythe was busy and ducked back into the kitchen and stepped up to Sera.
"Ya know...I'm supposed to be working right now buut..."
She hiked her dress up, quickly flashing her hot pink panties, and straddled Sera's lap, facing her. She threw her arms over the other woman's shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"I kinda like you."
Arquen pulled herself closer to Sera's body, the warmth between her legs radiating into the other woman's belly. The high elf smirked, bringing her face close to Sera's.
"Your move."
-In the main hall-
Rythe finished up his conversation with Ardin and left him to Deneb. He was sure they'd hit it off, though she was prone to "the hunt" and wouldn't directly approach the Nord... That's probably why, though very beautiful, she made less than the other girls. So proud, that one. Returning to the bar, he scribbled down Ardin's order on a piece of paper, then glanced over at the two women from before; one was resting her head on the bar and the other was silently eating her meal. He cast her a warm smile when she looked his way the returned to his work.
As he turned, he saw movement in the shadows and stopped short. There, standing in the shadows leaning against the wall was a Dunmer, sharpening a wicked-looking red and black dagger on a whetstone. He was clothed head to toe in black... He wore a curiass of dull black leather that was of the Thieve's Guild with pockets criss-crossing his chest, probably filled with poisons, and long pants tucked neatly into knee-high boots with dull steel toes. His chest-length jet hair was loose tonight, a good indicator that he wasn't on assignment for his..."elimination" guild; it hung over his shoulder in thick chunks. He looked up at Rythe and smirked, a mischievous glimmer in his deep crimson eyes. Well, his right one, anyway. The left was filled with the pale, milky blue of blindness.
"My, my, my. Rythe...I thought I was the only man you let touch you."
With the flat of the dagger, he tapped the area of his lightly armored chest.
"My heart bleeds."
Rythe sighed. Dreven Valaandas. Dunmer, vampire, and long-time lover of Natesse. Also, a smooth-talking vagabond playboy who steals, murders and lies for a living. He was the very definition of the man you should never become involved with but nevertheless he was Natesse's soul mate and although he'd never say it out loud, she was his. On the outside he was a cool, laid-back, haughty, over-sexed dark elf with a penchant for chatting people out of their goods, money and clothes. Oh, and getting into locked buildings without being noticed. However, on the inside he really was a good person to those he came to care about. He often helped out, for free, at the brothel when he wasn't on assignment for his other "organizations". This was the reason Rythe couldn't stay mad; Dreven had come to help out of the kindness of his heart. However, he was late and needed to be called on that.
"You were supposed to be here hours ago. We are pretty much closed, you know."
He looked over his shoulder at the main room. The girls were sitting around chatting and the few that weren't were curled up in the laps of the men who'd paid for them. Soon enough they'd be heading upstairs, Rythe figure. He returned his gaze to Dreven, who'd put the dagger and whetstone away. He beckoned Rythe to come close, and the bartender complied. When he was close enough, Dreven pulled him around the corner towards the kitchen and out of sight of the main hall. Rythe was pushed against the wall and Dreven pressed his body into his, their lips mere inches apart. When Dreven spoke, the smell of ginger and cloves filled the air beneath Rythe's nose.
"I know, I'm sorry... I got held up with work. I promise I'll make it up to you..."
He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose across the bend of Rythe's neck, breathing hot breath against cool skin. He felt the man shiver beneath him and between their bodies, a little lower than waist-height, the pressure against Dreven's thigh did not go unnoticed... He chuckled. Rythe tried to play it cool and be professional but Dreven had an amazing effect on him. Secretly, Dreven knew that the one thing Rythe wanted more than anything in this world was to get Natesse and himself into the same bed. A little less secretly, he wanted that too.
"Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Blushing furiously, Rythe shoved the other man away and turned his back, trying to hide his reddening cheeks.
"St-stop... You can't do that here..."
Dreven threw his arms open, a huge grin on his face. Rythe could never hide those cheeks...he was much too pale.
"Why not? No one can see! Besides, it's been a fantasy of mine... You, in the kitchen, bent over a counter, a row of sweetrolls down your back..."
Ryte held up a hand.
"Okay, hang on. One: that's weird, Dreven. Even for you. Two: Arquen is in the kitchen, and you know it."
"Oh is she?"
Dreven looked past Rythe into the kitchen area, but only saw the oven, a fire roaring inside it. He was fairly certain he saw a few shadows moving around but couldn't be sure.
"Is my lovely lady with her? Gods know I've been trying to get THAT going for some time now. Turns out the only help Natesse will bed is you, my friend. Count yourself lucky."
Rythe blushed harder, if it was even possible. The topic of Natesse being intimate with him was always embarrassing. He technically wan't suppose to bed his mistress and be bedded by her in return. No one ever said anything, but still...it wasn't that obvious.
"No! Natesse is in bed!"
He realized too late that his response was rushed and hard, like that of an embaressed 8-year-old. Dreven chuckled and gently placed a palm on Rythe's burning face. He was so cute when he got riled up; Dreven would never understand why the man let him get so far under his skin like this. Still, it was highly entertaining.
"Ah well. I'll go in alone then. I'll be at the bar, soon."
He made to go, but Rythe grabbed his arm and thrust the paper with Ardin's order written on it into Dreven's chest.
"Here. Take this order to her. Make yourself useful while your stirring up trouble..."
Dreven put on his best innocent face, but with one eye that was hard to pull off.
"Me? Stir up trouble? NEVER."
He turned and headed off towards the kitchens. As he did, he heard Rythe angrily whisper after him.
"And I'll thank you to keep any information about what's in my pants to yourself this time!"
Dreven just smirked. No promises, Rythe. No promises.