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Apotheosis I	By : OneMoreAltmer Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 2266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eight � I Want You to
Be Back Tomorrow

We slept for a few hours in our clothes, exhausted.� That was all the peace Jauffre gave us:� when we emerged bleary-eyed for food he
approached me at once.� �Tintaviel,� he
said, because now that he had the option he liked to be formal.� �They will keep trying.� If Bruma loses three out of four men in every
attempt, which would be lucky, they will not last long.� They need more help than we can give them
alone.�
�I suppose that�s true.��
I could already feel it coming, the excuse to have me away.� �Given that we must always hold something
back to protect Martin and the Temple.�
�Exactly.� You must go down into the other provinces and
let them know what is transpiring, and tell them to send soldiers to us.�
Martin snarled.� �She must not, Jauffre.� Anyone might go.� Send Baurus, or
Steffan.�
�Anyone is not
equally equipped to manage if another Gate is opened in their path,� Jauffre
said calmly.� �For most it would not be a
trial that one lone person could survive.�
�That�s true.�� I felt
weary and defeated.� �That�s true,
Martin.� It needs stealth, and most
Blades and soldiers lack it.� One person
can�t just storm in with sword drawn and win through.� We only barely managed with five.�
�Then send five,� Martin growled.� �Send a dozen.� You are needed here.�
�A dozen,� Jauffre echoed.�
�That will be subtle.�
I wanted to stay.� I
did.� But I could not let him prevent me
from protecting his life.� �Jauffre is
right.� I have to go.�
�That is not for you to decide!� he cried, waving one hand
at us angrily.� �I am �
�
�You are not the
Emperor,� I said coldly, and he stopped dead and stared at me.� �Not yet.�
And without my help, you never will be.�
The knife had gone deep, and his eyes were full of
hurt.� There was a long silence before he
responded, and then only in a harsh whisper.�
�Do you think I don�t know that?�
I stared back at him, marveling that I had wounded him on
purpose.� That it had been for his own good did nothing to put my heart back together.
�Very well, Tavi.�
Very well, Jauffre.�� He cast his
eyes away from us.� �Then you will
go.� And I will return to my research, I
suppose.� You may fetch your things
whenever you like.�� He stalked away
toward the library without having eaten.
I�d won the argument.�
Winning felt surprisingly like stabbing myself
several times in the chest.
Jauffre, however, sighed as if a burden had been eased from
him.� �Well, thank Talos for that.� And thank you for getting it through to
him.� He must learn to be harder, for all
our sakes.�
�Yes,� I said, without conviction.
He stepped toward me and put one hand on my shoulder.� �I have not said it, but you are a credit to
the Order, Tintaviel.�
It was high praise from him, and despite my low mood I tried
to hold onto it as such.� �Thank you.�
He hesitated.� ��And
thus it is with due respect that I say this to you.� The people will never accept an Altmer as their
Empress.�
I laughed.� �Empress!� I had no
such lofty designs.�
�All the same, it will ease my mind if I know that at least
one of you understands that.�
It was a thing I would already have known if I had ever
thought of such a preposterous thing as wondering whether I could be Empress.�
Much good had been done in smoothing the relationships between the races
in the Empire, but human freedom from Ayleid (and thus Altmer) rule was a
cornerstone of both political history and religious faith.� We could rise high � I had heard that the
High Chancellor was Altmeri � but to allow one of our kind into a position of
hereditary rule would have been
entirely too much.� There was not even an
Altmeri Count anywhere among the provinces, and there was a Dunmer.
Even to discuss it was vaguely offensive, as if it implied
that it was the motive behind my devotion.
�Then know that I understand, Jauffre.� I do not aspire.� I serve the man, not the title.�
�Good.�� Then go
forth, and serve the man.� We will keep
him safe here.�
I ate.� I went and
spoke with Baurus about nothing in particular.�
I practiced a bit with the heavy Blades katanas even though I never used
them.� Eventually I realized that, as
usual, I was stalling.� And that brought
about just the event I had been trying to avoid:� Martin was in the room when I went back to
gather my things.� He was sitting hunched
over on the bed, the top of his head cradled in his hands.
All the invisible wounds in my chest reopened.� �Martin,� I whispered.� �I am sorry I said it so cruelly.�
He reached out one hand for mine without looking up.� �No.� I
was losing my head.�� He sighed.� �I had not considered how hard it would be to
send you back out if you were my lover.�
�Do you regret the decision?�
�No.�� He looked up at
me, desolate.� �But I wish you could
stay.�
That pleased me to know, but also made the reality more
painful.� �So do I.�
He smirked.� �You just
assumed I was going to call myself the Emperor.�
I might have been about to say I
am too much in love with you to let you go, or I am sick at heart when I think you are in danger.�
�With Jauffre standing there.�� I ran my fingers through his hair.� �You have really lost all concept of
privacy.�
He placed his hands on my hips.� �Did you really think I was going to be able
to conceal it?� Do I seem to you like a
man who hides his heart?�
I smiled.� �No.� To anyone who knows you, you are alarmingly
transparent.� I can�t imagine how you are
going to survive in a world of court intrigues.�
�The same way I survive now.�
You will protect me.�� He pulled
me down to kiss me, and brought a hand up to my face.� This time there was no slow measuring of
steps:� his tongue reached for mine as
his fingertips moved up and down along my jaw line.� With hands surer now for familiarity, I took
his clothes piece by piece and traced his collarbone with my fingers.� He grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me
toward him, reaching for the collar of the robe I was wearing, but I stepped
back from him and unfastened it myself.�
He watched in rapt attention as I let it slip gradually down over me to
the floor.
As I came back to him I straddled his legs, and he pulled me
into his lap.� I laced my fingers into
his hair and threw my head back as he kissed down the length of my throat.� He raised a breast to his lips and caressed
the nipple with his tongue.� I squirmed
happily against him, and I could feel him hardening beneath me.� Without releasing my breast from his mouth he
grabbed me by the haunches and shifted me for a moment to give himself space to come fully erect; then he pulled me forward
again, onto him, and slowly guided me back and forth, fingers curled tight into
my flesh.� I held him tight in my arms, and between my legs to the extent that I could do so,
wrapping myself around him as thoroughly as I could.� The way our bodies rubbed against each other
at this angle was delicious, and I fell into tremors.� He responded with a happy growl and fell
backward onto the bed, pulling me after him.
But I broke free and reared up over him, riding him slowly,
running my hands over his chest and over my own in turns, letting him see me
pull at my own nipples for him, smiling and shivering. He traced up the insides
of my thighs with his thumbs and watched me, eyes lustful and smitten but also,
still, a little bit sad.� I let him take
my hands in his and pull me forward again.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, �I can�t
lose you.� Promise me that you will come
back safe.�
Oh, I wanted to cry when he was like that.� I gave him a brave smile instead.� �I will always come back to you,
Martin.��
I traced his lower lip with my tongue, and he seized it into
his kiss and clutched my backside again to move me, to train me to the depth
and speed he wanted now.� His rhythm grew
more urgent, faster in the end than my hips would carry me, and I lifted myself
to a point where he could make most of the movement himself.� He came still kissing me, still feeding me
his sighs and his sweet, simple desire to keep me close to him.
I wish I could have stayed.
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