Artemis had always been cautious of Evelyn. In the time he's known her, he's never seen her with anyone. As far as he knows, she can have lovers somewhere hiding out there she doesn't talk about. He's never asked, and she doesn't talk about her love life. Still it was possible she had someone on the side. He's have his fair share of lovers that he doesn't talk about. But he's been watching her long enough to feel it's safe to make his move. Because he sure as hell can't hold back anymore. He doesn't want to hold back anymore. She's surprised if nothing else by the look on her face. He waste no time however as he starts to help her out of that dress. She's not shy about her body, he's already seen her scars after all. Though she's never had anyone undress her before. He throws the dress somewhere, only leaving her in her smalls. He tugs at his own shirt and throws it to the side. He keeps her on the edge of the bed as he moves between her legs. He places his hand on her cheek, pulling her in. His lips are hot against hers, soft, but he quickly slides his tongue in, kissing her deeply. He uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He lets her go, for only a second, so he can work his way out of them. He kicks those to the side as well, only wearing a simple pair of underwear. His hands travel up her legs, to her hips, untying her own under garments. Those join the rest of the cloths as he looks her over. She's remarkable thin, but well built. He can see the line of muscle that most fighters build over time.
There's a fine line in her skin where it's easy to tell what sees sun and what doesn't. He leans her back just slightly as he removes her breast band as well. She's never been fully naked in front of anyone before. She knows where this is going and she's slowly becoming nervous. She's never done this before, but judging how he moves, this isn't his first time. It doesn't take long for him to be as naked as she is. Her eyes roam slowly over his frame. He might be shorter then her, but the man is pure muscle. Lean, but not a part of him isn't to it's finest. His hands travel up her body as he kisses her again. He lays her back completely as he brushes against her. She can feel him, rubbing against her womanhood. It's a strange feeling that sends a shiver up her spine. He holds her hips tightly and all she feels is this sharp sting as he enters her. She lets out a deep gasp, holding onto him tightly. He doesn't seem to take notice as he thrust himself as deep as he can. He shutters at how tight she is against him. She can feel his breath against her skin as he slowly starts to move. She rolls her hips against him as he sets the pace. It's slow at first, but she can feel his grip tighten as he starts to move faster. For her, it feels odd, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. She's read stories and heard just as many on how the first time is always slightly painful. But it's slowly starting to fade and she finds herself moaning every once in awhile. His lips travel from her neck, to her shoulder, back up as he pants deeply against her skin. His hands stay on her hips as he thrusts deeply into her. She can feel something starting to build within her. Her nails dig slightly into his skin at the strange rush she feels. He shivers when he feels her climax over him. He completely loses himself as he thrust in hard, spilling himself into her. He can feel himself twitch as he hits his climax. He normally last much longer, but he couldn't hold himself back.
He takes a moment to catch his breath. She just holds him close as he lays there for a minute. It doesn't take long for him to move back just slightly, his eyes looking down at her. Her eyes flutter as she looks back at him, unsure of what to really say. There's a slight sting on his right shoulder from her digging her nails in. But he can over look it, it's not that bad. Still he's a little surprised on how tight she is against him. He moves back, removing himself from her body. In the mix of fluids, there's blood. His eyes go wide as he quickly look back at her. "You've never done this before.." She bites her lip. "Um...no..." His mouth hangs open for a second, he didn't expect that. If nothing else he just expected it's been awhile or something along those lines. He didn't think she was still a virgin. Well, was and now he's stuck on trying to figure out how to respond to that. Because most women he's been with have had some kind of experience. He's never been someone's first so he's not sure what to really think. He just remains above her, holding himself up with his arms as he tries to think of something to say. "I never suspected..." He leans his head down, running his hand through his hair. She gives him a sheepish look. "I just...never saw a reason to do....well this. Not that no one has been interested. Far to many people have...tried. I guess I was just never really interested. I never really had much of a sex drive after...almost bleeding to death.." His mouth twitches, but she has a good point. "Still, I would have....taken it easy.." Now he's starting to feel oddly guilty about this and it feels strange. He normally doesn't feel guilt for anything he does. "I'm not complaining, I might be sore for a little while, but I think I'll survive.." He smirks slightly at this as her hand lightly touches his cheek.
He leans into her touch, moving closer. "I don't want to hold back." He kisses her again. He doesn't want to keep denying what he feels. He wanted to ignore it, but it hasn't really done him any good. She feels herself blushing again. She had no idea he felt that strongly about her. Once he pulls away again, she just holds him close. "I was in love once.." She blinks as she looks into his eyes. "Thought I was, it's complicated. I was under the influence of Idalia's Flute. I'm unsure if anything I felt at that time was even real." He scowls slightly as he thinks about it, shaking his head slowly. "Calihye...she was a half-elf I met on the road...I don't think she ever fully gotten over the death of her friend. when I told her I was leaving, I gave her the choice to come with me, or stay behind. I was fine with whatever choice she made. She wasn't, and she tired to kill me, would have to if it hadn't been for Kimmuriel.." He shakes his head again. "That was a few years ago, so it hardly matters anymore. With whatever is going on back home ten to one she's dead. My homeland seemed to be on the verge of killing off anything that wasn't human from what I saw..." He can feel her thumb caressing his cheek softly. "Even after handing over Charon's Claw I'm unsure if my thoughts are my own. All I know is..." He pauses, his eyes locking with hers. "You're the first person I've met I can fully trust. It's not something I do lightly. But I see the type of person you are, how you treat those around you...and I've been left wondering how you manage it all." She just smiles at him brightly. He lets out a low sigh, but his hands start to caress her thighs. He gives in, kissing her again. Her fingers slide into his hair as he thrust himself into her again. He holds her tightly, as he moves against her. He just breaths deeply through his nose as his tongue glides against hers.
He wants to take it slow, but he finds himself unable to. He can't get enough of how she feels against him. She pulls away from his kiss after a moment, letting out a soft moan. He angles his body as he thrust against her, making her moan out louder. Seems he found just the right spot so he thrust himself just right there every single time. He just watches her body react to his as he moves a strange steady pace. He pants lightly as he moves, his lips soon turning to her breast. Her body shivers against his, he can tell she's already getting close to her climax. He keeps up the pace, his hold on her tightening. He just wants to focus on her pleasure, to make it up to her at least. She lets out a low gasp as she hits her climax around him. It's such a strange rush of pleasure, but she can see herself getting use to it. He loses himself in her again. Not that there's anything to really worry about. They stay there for a few seconds, nether one of them wanting to move. It takes a moment but he pulls back and soon joins her on the bed, laying back with her. They both lay back, slightly breathless. She moves a little closer to him, taking slow deep breaths. After a small rest she slowly gets up, her legs feeling wobbly. She grabs a nearby robe as he just watches her. "Baths downstairs...it's always downstairs.." He decides to join her, not really bothering to cover himself. Not like anyone was there to see their trip down to the basement naked as they day they were born. The bath in this house was slightly more fancy. It came with it's own fountain. Unlike the one in Breezehome there's no flowers however. So it just smells of wet stone.
The water is always nice and warm, and smells slightly of salt. She hangs her robe and gets into the water. He joins her, looking around slightly before sitting himself next to her. The warm water feels nice, and the salt does wonders to help relax. Artemis takes a few seconds to fix his hair before tying it back neatly. "Others have offered to sleep with you?" He can't seem to get that part out of his head. "A few times, when I was younger. I told you about the noble where I broke his jaw. It was mostly guys only looking for a one night stand and I was never interested in that sort of relationship. I didn't want to be used. Now I'm not the sort to hold out till I found love or anything like that. But something about it always felt...I don't know, wrong?" He leans back in the water. He was more or less the same way. When he was younger it was more about release then anything else. He wasn't interested in a relationship until he had met Calihye. So there's really no shame in not being interested at all which is where Evelyn was. She saw people for what they were and she had no interest to share her bed with someone that would just brag about it later. Who wouldn't want to brag they bedded the Dragonborn? But it does hit him, if she wanted to stop him, she could. He could have ended up as a bloody mess against the wall and she wouldn't think twice about it. "I should be thankful you didn't use your Thu'um." She gives him a surprised look as she lets out a low. "Ohh, aye I could have...didn't really cross my mind with you..." She coughs slightly as her hand waves slightly. "Hard to think with the way you move." He can't quiet hide the smirk on his face. There's something about her admitting she enjoyed what he was doing.
"Oh hush.." She looks the other way, blushing once again. "Does..it bother you I'm inexperienced?" He rises his brow at this. "It's just new, but no." There's no one he has to live up to, he has nothing to prove. The fact she's new to this makes things a bit more interesting. She's about to get up, but he holds her in place, keeping her back to him. She doesn't move as he lightly runs his fingers over her back. From the way his hand is moving, he's tracing the marks on her back. She's never really been able to see how bad it was. She turns her head slightly to him. "It's not that bad is it?" He's brows farrow a bit as he continues to map out the scars. "No." Artemis is sure he has his own scars, but not as bad. "It doesn't hurt you does it?" She shakes her head slightly. "I forget about them, but there's times where it's hard to move my back. But its rare." After a moment or so he lets her go and they both get out of the bath. It's a long trip up the flight of stairs back to the main bedroom. The place is a mess of clothes. "It looks like my closet blew up..." With only her drying cloth around her, she takes a moment to sort through it all. He ends up helping since he's the one that threw them this way and that. It takes a few minutes for them to get dressed. Once she's back in her normal cloths she finds the dress Elisif gave her and neatly folds it. "I should return this. I really doubt I'll use this again anytime soon." His eyes roam her body as she rises her own brow at him. He doesn't say anything however so they head out of the house.
There's a lot of guards at the palace now, which is no surprise. Poor Elisif is still a mess, but they had already removed Elenwen. The Jarl has at least stopped crying. Elisif smiles slightly when Evelyn walks up to her. "Sorry I left so quickly. I forgot I had your dress." Elisif looks at the gown. "You can keep it." Evelyn shuffles at this. "My Lady, with all due respect we both know I'll never use this thing..." The jarl giggles softly at this as she takes the dress. "I thought you looked lovely, I think your 'bodyguard' would agree." The Jarl didn't miss the way Artemis looked at her the whole time. Evelyn just glares at the man, but he looks the other way, acting innocent. "I see." She turns her head back to the Jarl. "At any rate, I hope everything works out. I was not expecting...that to happen." The Jarl lets out a deep sigh, looking down. "Neither did I, for right now all we can really do is move on from this." Evelyn bows then turns to leave, Artemis following after her. Once outside she quickly looks to him. "Were you really checking me out?" It takes him a few minutes to answer. "I just never seen you in a dress. It was shocking." "Oh ha ha..." She crosses her arms, still keeping a hard gaze on him. But he's doing his hardest to not admit he might have been looking at a few places. "Men.." She gives up after awhile as she makes her way down the road. "I just wonder how this will play out now, if the Thalmor will leave." There's no one to really make it official. Skyrim has no king to give them the boot. Nor do they have the Emperor to try and get him to do their bidding. So they have no support and it will only take time for the people to rise against them for every little thing they've done the last so many years.
Her pace slows as she takes a slight step back. He pauses next to her as she glances his way. "How long have you been wanting to do this?" She's kind of wondering now just how long he's been planning this. He doesn't say anything at first as she gives him a surprised look. "I didn't make any move, thinking you might be with someone. You can't blame me for thinking it. A woman like you was bound to have countless lovers lined up...I have never been so wrong." It's just what he's used to at this point. "Admirers, yes. But I can see your point. Though most people do tend to run the other way when I tell them I can kill people with my voice. You just stand there and look at me like I'm nuts.." When she had first told him of her abilities he didn't believe her until she used her Thu'um and cleared the weather. "Thing is, where I'm from, Dragonborn means something different. They're a race of Draconic creatures. So I wasn't really sure what to think. Until you explained everything else. I never heard of someone that has the soul of a dragon. Let alone someone that can steal the souls of dragons. This world is far different from my own. But given time I've had time to get used to it." She smiles warmly at this, happy to hear he's found a way to make a life here. Even when it's not something he's used to. "Come on." They grab their gear, armor, and everything else as they leave Solitude. For now she was going to lay low and watch everything go down on it's own. She set the chess bored, now it was time to see how they would make the first move.
So for now she'll return to Dawnstar, then maybe make her way back to Whiterun. It's become her normal habits after all. "It's going to be interesting to see just how the Thalmor are going to handle this. But with any luck most who sided with Ulfric will start to come out of the ashes and raise hell." She can't help but smile at the image. Once they were at the stables she walks over to Shadowmere. She pets the horse before she jumps on. Artemis waits till they're a few feet away before he summons Blackfire. The guards keep warning him to not use magic, but they don't really seem to do anything to stop him. He just gives them a single warning look and they quickly back off. Once on the road, she turns her head. "I'm starting to wonder if you can kill a person with the way you look at them. I swear half the time you have most of the guards pissing themselves." He just gives her a slight shrug at this. "It's just natural, all assassins can use a death glare." She ducks her head as she thinks it over. She's never really noticed before. "Huh...what a thing to put on a grave marker. Here lies Billy, killed one day when some guy glared at him..." She can't help but laugh at the very idea. "Put, I'm not really dead, I'm behind you on mine so I can keep scaring people." He says nothing on that as he starts to ride ahead of her. She chuckles slightly as she catches up with him. "Oh I'm joking, I don't plan on dying anytime soon." He's still just shaking his head at her. "Just write, If I'm here, blame the Dragonborn. On mine." She lets out a fake gasp. "Hey....fair enough." With that remark, he tries to ride ahead of her once again.
