Northbound Pilgrimage II

Author's Note:

Yay new longer plotline :) I hope you'll all enjoy.

But first, smut! :D The first part of the chapter is all smut before we get to the rest ;)

Have fun and thank you for reading <3

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"You know, I weirdly really love this place."

Aeyrin sighed contentedly as she nestled herself into Bishop's lap while they relaxed in the bathing tub of the basement room at The Frozen Hearth. The bath was always so pleasantly warm after the arduous journey through all that snow. She felt like she could never properly thaw out before she got into the hot water. And the noise from the home brewery from the other room was an added bonus. Nobody could hear what they were doing in there together.

"Of course you do. So many memories here," Bishop snickered at her as he squeezed her tighter into his embrace. No matter what, they have never skipped their visit to that small room whenever they were in Winterhold. Not that it was that often, but it was still a place they could always look forward to.

Bishop started to slowly nip at her bare shoulder, making her let out a contented sigh. It was such a pleasant distraction before they had to return back to their quests against the world's end. As comforting as their current clear plans were, the thoughts of their predicament still weighed heavily on the both of them, especially after what they've seen in their battle against Alduin. There was no doubt anymore that if they failed, the world was truly doomed.

His teasing nips moved steadily towards her neck and Aeyrin instinctively grabbed the mass of her wet hair to move it over her other shoulder to give him better access. The motion was rather more brisk than she had originally intended though and she ended up smacking Bishop in the face with her soaked hair.

Bishop only laughed at that, but Aeyrin let out a frustrated groan before she threw him an apologetic look over her shoulder.

"I need to cut it already."

"What?" Bishop's merry expression turned surprisingly serious in an instant. "No! Don't do that. Why?"

"It's too long. It's getting impractical," she giggled slightly at his indignation. Why did he care if she shortened it a little? It only got in the way of everything.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. I like it," he almost pouted at her and he pointedly raised one of his hands from her stomach to play with the flowing strands of her hair that reached under the water.

"Well, you're not the one who has to brush it and braid it... and take out all the leaves and dirt from it," she sighed in frustration. He was certainly not concerned about any of it whenever he rolled with her all over the ground during their escapades in the wilderness, usually right after she had just washed it.

Bishop only let out a disgruntled noise at that. He was clearly still not happy about that suggestion.

"It's not like I'm gonna cut it all off," she snorted at him with amusement. Who knew that he would be so pouty over this?

"Still..." he grumbled while his hands kept brushing through the locks that floated in the water around Aeyrin's stomach. He liked the longer hair, especially how it cascaded down her back when she dipped her head back. And he really liked raking his fingers through it or grabbing it whenever they were entangled in each other. Besides, it was kind of... nicely symbolic. They've been together for so long... well... mostly. He could never stand anyone else's company for that long, aside from Jules, let alone crave it.