GwtV: In Her Own Words - Speaking Without Words

It truly was a lovely evening for a walk. The breezes were warm and light; just enough to kiss the skin gently as they blew. With Masser full and Secunda waxing, the ground was illuminated just enough with an ethereal glow upon the surrounding mountain flowers they strolled between.

Brynjolf motioned to her, pointing in the direction of a particularly pretty spot near a trickle of a waterfall and she smiled at him as he led her to it. When they reached the stream leading from the small cascade, they both realized it was wider than first expected. He jumped across to the other side then reached for her hand to help her do the same. As she landed on her feet, she felt his arms wrap around her and he held her for a few moments in silence before placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

The sounds of the night surrounded them. The buzzing of insects that flitted about filled their ears with a tranquil hum; no doubt the resonance of dartwings as they settled down for the night. They continued to walk towards the small waterfall and could see the glow of dozens of tiny torchbugs beginning to punctuate the dusky sky as it grew darker.

He sat on the grass among a cluster of thistle and Marieka quickly joined him. With his legs stretched before him, she scooted between them and rested with her back on his chest as he pulled her close.

Not a word was exchanged as he began to run his hands across her shoulders and down her arms. He placed his lips upon her neck, kissing her softly. She listened to his quiet breathing, feeling the tips of his fingers upon her cool skin. The shivers that coursed through her caused her to shift in his arms. He responded by pulling her closer and kissing her at her jaw line.

No statements were expressed when his hands meandered towards the tops of her thighs. Her head tilted back slightly; the stubble on his face tickling her cheek.

No voices were heard as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, expelling warm breath upon her skin. His hands travelled further; one dipping between her thighs and the other, up the length of her side to caress her neck. Lips on skin sent tingles down her spine and quivers through her body.

Sweet gasps and hushed moans were the only sounds that mingled with the night air and the symphony of the dartwings. Clothing tossed aside like rubbish in favour of itinerant hands; fingertips brushing delicately over all manner of sweet places. She spun in front of him, turning to face him as she settled atop his thighs. She discovered perfection in the tender caress of his hands and in the warmth of his steady embrace.

Such exchanges…such rarities were treasured always. In the times spent apart and the moments together, thoughts of this night would cross Marieka's mind to keep her sane. To remind her of her center…of her home.

To prove that even in the silence, so much could be said.