fic: Firelight
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bonnefoisTitle: Firelight
Series: FE4
Character/pairing: Sigurd/Deirdre
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Deirdre comes to her husband after a long battle, for some closeness and warmth.
Word count: 1690
Author’s note:
Takes place a while after chapter 2 but before chapter 3. Think of it like chapter 2.5.
After his bath, Sigurd sat by the fire in his room. The battle, the lingering heat of the warm water still on his skin, the dinner--it'd all left him a bit sleepy. Enough to sit by the fire and read a bit, before dozing off.
The door creaked open.
"My love, are you all right?"
It'd been a rough battle. When all he wanted was to enjoy his marriage, this tangled accusations of him being a traitor still stood.
Deirdre stood beside him, even in battle. But now, her pregnancy meant she couldn't withstand the rigors of battle any longer. He missed her there.
She wore the same kind of bathing robes as he had, though they had (sadly) bathed separately. Even in those loose robes which tied up at the front for easy access, she was so, so, so lovely to him. Unearthly so. Unbearably so.
"Lady Edain healed me up. The skirmish with the bandits ended quite quickly."
Sigurd had a feeling they were more than mere bandits. Perhaps, hired. But, he'd been too swift with his silver sword and left none to question. All he had was the faint, mayhaps, paranoid, thought that they were a little too well armed and skilled. And they showed not a lot of interest in killing him than robbing anyone.
But, there was little he could do. Sigurd was a bit brash at times, especially in battle. He'd rush in with his silver sword and before he knew it, there'd be no answers, just a defeated army.
"I wish I could've been there to heal you," Deirdre said softly.
"Deirdre, my beloved, don't be silly. You're six months pregnant."
She cradled her growing stomach.
"Still..."
"Stay a bit with me. I could use some time to unwind after that battle."
His hair was still damp against his back. He'd not even changed from the bathing robes.
She'd kept the fires going in their room. Of course, the staff could attend to it, but Deirdre had grown up doing these things herself and had no use for such help.
She smiled, and began to pointedly put her long hair into a ponytail. it took some brushing, for how long and thick her curls were.
"Let me bring you some comfort, husband."
"Will it hurt you to be on your knees so long?"
"You're silly to worry so. You know how happy this will make me, after all..."
She undid the tie at her waist and let her breasts spill out. They'd grown even larger with pregnancy. The night air made her nipples hard and dark red.
Oh, the way his breath caught at the sight of her. So pale and beautiful in the firelight.
Some men lost interest in their wives after they grew pregnant, and Sigurd could never understand it. Even more so after his dear Deirdre had become pregnant, for she was ever gorgeous to him. And these curves--ah, so lovely, such utter beauty. He had never met a woman so wonderful or captivating as her.
Deirdre knelt before him, and glanced up as he undid the toes of his robe. The material parted enough that she pushed apart his muscled thighs and came closer.
She took his cock, which had grown quite hard by now, in her hands, and touched her tongue to the tip.
Softly, slowly, she swirled her tongue over the tip. Her captivating eyes lifted to his, and she pulled back just to smile.
"The truth is, I've been dreaming of this moment."
"I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was thinking of you, my love. But I can't think of you too much on the battlefield, or I'd catch an arrow to the chest."
"Knowing you, it would fall off harmlessly," Deirdre said.
"Ah, my love. You think me impervious to all damage. I promise you love, I'm not made of some mystic material. Fire would burn me."
"I think you stronger," she said.
"If only I had your faith, I would surmount any foe," Sigurd said.
And she bent back down to take him into her mouth more. Her lips were soft about his cock, and so supple. He gently ran his fingers through her pale hair, and twirled the curls about his fingers. She sucked softly. Even in this, she was rather refined and gentle.
Each gentle, warm caress of her tongue left him more and more aroused, and full of such pleasure, such bliss. Even that, she relaxed him as she aroused him. She hummed in song, so beautiful and pleasurable upon his cock.
Deirdre worked her tongue over him, enough to make him truly hard in her grasp.
She broke off, and looked up at him with a flushed, eager face.
"Could you withstand my weight, love? I want you so. I think the pregnancy made me want you more. I've read of such things."
He laughed. "Darling, my dear Deirdre, I've lifted heavy weapons and carried them into battle. I can surely take the beloved weight of my dear pregnant wife on me, and I shall surely like it very much, too."
"Then, please. Husband. I want you to finish inside me."
"Nothing would please me more," Sigurd said.
She climbed up to straddle his hips. "I didn't finish you off, because I wanted you so much, you see."
"No need to apologize. I'd love to come inside you. You know that, my love."
She let out a groan of such complete relief as she took him all the way to the hilt. She squeezed him tight, both inside her body and around shoulders.
For a second, his mind was full of such utter, intense pleasure. Her nearness, her scent, her warmth and heat all around him.
It took him several moments before he could even speak, let alone move.
"My...Deirdre, you're quite wet."
"I've spent the entire day worrying of you...and dreaming of you. Wanting you. Kneeling before you, like that...it was too much. I had to have you."
He rolled his hips, and thrust deep into her. She held tight to his broad shoulders, her face contorted into such ecstasy, and he'd barely just begun.
Sigurd held to those beautiful pale hips of hers. The rooms of the barracks were narrow, and it was quite often some cries of passion were heard in the night. And day, for that matter.
Still, Deirdre was shy enough to try and hold back her whimpers. He couldn't have that.
He moved his hands to squeeze her ass tight, as he thrust harder into her. Enough to make her clench so tight about him, until they fit so well together.
It was such warmth. Between them as her full breasts pushed against his chest, her walls about his cock, and the still going fire not too far.
Deirdre made such lovely shadows on the wall as she arched her back, and bit back moans with his every thrust. Oh, if he could but have a painting of her like this. He'd certainly admire it often. But, Deirdre was far too shy for such things. He'd have to simply remember this moment.
Her voice turned breathy and gentle. He always knew when she was about to come. She'd cling tighter to him, and ride him so hard it made it hard to think, hard to breathe.
"Ahhh....Sigurd, I...I love you..."
She buried her face against his chest as he filled her up with warm seed.
She cupped his face and kissed him. They shared a smile in the firelight.
"You came fast, love."
"You're a talented lover, my beloved," Deirdre said.
"Ah, I missed you. I was dreaming and worrying of you all day. No wonder by the time you came here, I was about ready to pull off my robes and go to bed with you."
"I missed you as well. I am so thankful that you are in my arms again, my love," Deirdre said.
He held her close in the firelight. For a long time, they cuddled together like that. When she finally rose as the fire had burned down to embers, quite a bit of seed spilled down onto her thighs and legs.
She laughed softly. "Dear, I fear we will need another bath."
"Leave it for tomorrow. I think first the fire must be stoked, then, the bed is waiting for us."
"To sleep?"
"Maybe sometime before dawn," Sigurd said.
She laughed so gently and musically. Everything about her captivated him. Enough that he didn't even mind when in his clumsiness, he burned his hand tending the fire. Because he was too damned distracted by his lovely wife.
She pulled out her staff, and attended to him.
"Darling, don't worry about me."
"No, I'll pay the gold to mend it myself, if need be."
When the healing light of the staff had faded, she took his hand in hers and placed a kiss where the burn had been.
"You've healed me completely, Deirdre."
He led her to bed, and they curled up completely. He twisted her long hair in his hands.
"We should have another."
She laughed.
"Sigurd, I haven't even given birth to this one yet. At least let us pick the names for this one before we start on the other."
"What can I say, my love? All I want is to bed you and make plans with you. And babies."
More laughter, and he pulled her into a long, hot, lingering kiss. When their lips parted, he looked in wonder at the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. A woman he would fight fate for, fight wars for. Each day he was hit with that realization.
Their legs tangled beneath the sheets, as they came closer together.
"I think there won't be much time for sleeping tonight, my love," Sigurd said.
"Oh, Sigurd. I certainly think so too," Deirdre said.
Series: FE4
Character/pairing: Sigurd/Deirdre
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Deirdre comes to her husband after a long battle, for some closeness and warmth.
Word count: 1690
Author’s note:
Takes place a while after chapter 2 but before chapter 3. Think of it like chapter 2.5.
After his bath, Sigurd sat by the fire in his room. The battle, the lingering heat of the warm water still on his skin, the dinner--it'd all left him a bit sleepy. Enough to sit by the fire and read a bit, before dozing off.
The door creaked open.
"My love, are you all right?"
It'd been a rough battle. When all he wanted was to enjoy his marriage, this tangled accusations of him being a traitor still stood.
Deirdre stood beside him, even in battle. But now, her pregnancy meant she couldn't withstand the rigors of battle any longer. He missed her there.
She wore the same kind of bathing robes as he had, though they had (sadly) bathed separately. Even in those loose robes which tied up at the front for easy access, she was so, so, so lovely to him. Unearthly so. Unbearably so.
"Lady Edain healed me up. The skirmish with the bandits ended quite quickly."
Sigurd had a feeling they were more than mere bandits. Perhaps, hired. But, he'd been too swift with his silver sword and left none to question. All he had was the faint, mayhaps, paranoid, thought that they were a little too well armed and skilled. And they showed not a lot of interest in killing him than robbing anyone.
But, there was little he could do. Sigurd was a bit brash at times, especially in battle. He'd rush in with his silver sword and before he knew it, there'd be no answers, just a defeated army.
"I wish I could've been there to heal you," Deirdre said softly.
"Deirdre, my beloved, don't be silly. You're six months pregnant."
She cradled her growing stomach.
"Still..."
"Stay a bit with me. I could use some time to unwind after that battle."
His hair was still damp against his back. He'd not even changed from the bathing robes.
She'd kept the fires going in their room. Of course, the staff could attend to it, but Deirdre had grown up doing these things herself and had no use for such help.
She smiled, and began to pointedly put her long hair into a ponytail. it took some brushing, for how long and thick her curls were.
"Let me bring you some comfort, husband."
"Will it hurt you to be on your knees so long?"
"You're silly to worry so. You know how happy this will make me, after all..."
She undid the tie at her waist and let her breasts spill out. They'd grown even larger with pregnancy. The night air made her nipples hard and dark red.
Oh, the way his breath caught at the sight of her. So pale and beautiful in the firelight.
Some men lost interest in their wives after they grew pregnant, and Sigurd could never understand it. Even more so after his dear Deirdre had become pregnant, for she was ever gorgeous to him. And these curves--ah, so lovely, such utter beauty. He had never met a woman so wonderful or captivating as her.
Deirdre knelt before him, and glanced up as he undid the toes of his robe. The material parted enough that she pushed apart his muscled thighs and came closer.
She took his cock, which had grown quite hard by now, in her hands, and touched her tongue to the tip.
Softly, slowly, she swirled her tongue over the tip. Her captivating eyes lifted to his, and she pulled back just to smile.
"The truth is, I've been dreaming of this moment."
"I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was thinking of you, my love. But I can't think of you too much on the battlefield, or I'd catch an arrow to the chest."
"Knowing you, it would fall off harmlessly," Deirdre said.
"Ah, my love. You think me impervious to all damage. I promise you love, I'm not made of some mystic material. Fire would burn me."
"I think you stronger," she said.
"If only I had your faith, I would surmount any foe," Sigurd said.
And she bent back down to take him into her mouth more. Her lips were soft about his cock, and so supple. He gently ran his fingers through her pale hair, and twirled the curls about his fingers. She sucked softly. Even in this, she was rather refined and gentle.
Each gentle, warm caress of her tongue left him more and more aroused, and full of such pleasure, such bliss. Even that, she relaxed him as she aroused him. She hummed in song, so beautiful and pleasurable upon his cock.
Deirdre worked her tongue over him, enough to make him truly hard in her grasp.
She broke off, and looked up at him with a flushed, eager face.
"Could you withstand my weight, love? I want you so. I think the pregnancy made me want you more. I've read of such things."
He laughed. "Darling, my dear Deirdre, I've lifted heavy weapons and carried them into battle. I can surely take the beloved weight of my dear pregnant wife on me, and I shall surely like it very much, too."
"Then, please. Husband. I want you to finish inside me."
"Nothing would please me more," Sigurd said.
She climbed up to straddle his hips. "I didn't finish you off, because I wanted you so much, you see."
"No need to apologize. I'd love to come inside you. You know that, my love."
She let out a groan of such complete relief as she took him all the way to the hilt. She squeezed him tight, both inside her body and around shoulders.
For a second, his mind was full of such utter, intense pleasure. Her nearness, her scent, her warmth and heat all around him.
It took him several moments before he could even speak, let alone move.
"My...Deirdre, you're quite wet."
"I've spent the entire day worrying of you...and dreaming of you. Wanting you. Kneeling before you, like that...it was too much. I had to have you."
He rolled his hips, and thrust deep into her. She held tight to his broad shoulders, her face contorted into such ecstasy, and he'd barely just begun.
Sigurd held to those beautiful pale hips of hers. The rooms of the barracks were narrow, and it was quite often some cries of passion were heard in the night. And day, for that matter.
Still, Deirdre was shy enough to try and hold back her whimpers. He couldn't have that.
He moved his hands to squeeze her ass tight, as he thrust harder into her. Enough to make her clench so tight about him, until they fit so well together.
It was such warmth. Between them as her full breasts pushed against his chest, her walls about his cock, and the still going fire not too far.
Deirdre made such lovely shadows on the wall as she arched her back, and bit back moans with his every thrust. Oh, if he could but have a painting of her like this. He'd certainly admire it often. But, Deirdre was far too shy for such things. He'd have to simply remember this moment.
Her voice turned breathy and gentle. He always knew when she was about to come. She'd cling tighter to him, and ride him so hard it made it hard to think, hard to breathe.
"Ahhh....Sigurd, I...I love you..."
She buried her face against his chest as he filled her up with warm seed.
She cupped his face and kissed him. They shared a smile in the firelight.
"You came fast, love."
"You're a talented lover, my beloved," Deirdre said.
"Ah, I missed you. I was dreaming and worrying of you all day. No wonder by the time you came here, I was about ready to pull off my robes and go to bed with you."
"I missed you as well. I am so thankful that you are in my arms again, my love," Deirdre said.
He held her close in the firelight. For a long time, they cuddled together like that. When she finally rose as the fire had burned down to embers, quite a bit of seed spilled down onto her thighs and legs.
She laughed softly. "Dear, I fear we will need another bath."
"Leave it for tomorrow. I think first the fire must be stoked, then, the bed is waiting for us."
"To sleep?"
"Maybe sometime before dawn," Sigurd said.
She laughed so gently and musically. Everything about her captivated him. Enough that he didn't even mind when in his clumsiness, he burned his hand tending the fire. Because he was too damned distracted by his lovely wife.
She pulled out her staff, and attended to him.
"Darling, don't worry about me."
"No, I'll pay the gold to mend it myself, if need be."
When the healing light of the staff had faded, she took his hand in hers and placed a kiss where the burn had been.
"You've healed me completely, Deirdre."
He led her to bed, and they curled up completely. He twisted her long hair in his hands.
"We should have another."
She laughed.
"Sigurd, I haven't even given birth to this one yet. At least let us pick the names for this one before we start on the other."
"What can I say, my love? All I want is to bed you and make plans with you. And babies."
More laughter, and he pulled her into a long, hot, lingering kiss. When their lips parted, he looked in wonder at the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon. A woman he would fight fate for, fight wars for. Each day he was hit with that realization.
Their legs tangled beneath the sheets, as they came closer together.
"I think there won't be much time for sleeping tonight, my love," Sigurd said.
"Oh, Sigurd. I certainly think so too," Deirdre said.
