this wasn’t on the prompt list for platonic touches but i thought it may be cute all the same ? if not feel free to delete this ask ! maybe for fiona and bryn tracing scars while one person sleeps ??
(any excuse for these two to share a bed *rick and morty i’m in meme here*)
Fiona wasn’t sure what time it was, but she knew it had to be late—or early. Regardless, it was well passed a reasonable hour for her to get even a decent amount of sleep. It was frustrating, especially considering she hadn’t had to seek shelter in some cave or rickety cabin. No, tonight she had rented out the last room available in Dragon Bridge. But even with the soft pillows and warm blankets surrounding her, she couldn’t fall asleep.
As if on cue, a quiet snore echoed through the room, causing Fiona to turn her head towards the source. If she wasn’t so annoyed, she would’ve laughed at the sound. Brynjolf—snoring. He had insisted—as always—on accompanying her on her travels, and to his excitement they had found themselves where they had many times before, sharing a bed. Fiona reminded him it was out of convenience and nothing else, despite how little she really believed her own words the more they traveled together. Part of her wondered if he had a running deal with all the tavern owners to ensure they always ended up in this situation.
Another snore and Fiona slowly rolled to face her bedmate, rolling her eyes at his obvious state of comfort. Brynjolf was sprawled out on his back, one arm draped over his chest, the other hooked up around his head. It was ironic, given that he had boasted about having enough energy to “show her a wonderful evening”—promptly falling asleep within moments of his head meeting the pillows. Fiona was mostly glad for it—not that she didn’t want to flirt and play their usual game—but the way her emotions had been fluctuating lately, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve been able to deny him.
The more she thought about it, she found herself subconsciously scooting closer to his body, to his warmth. She propped herself up on one elbow, leaning in to study his face in the darkness of the room. Long eyelashes, broad nose…okay, so maybe Brynjolf wasn’t arrogant for saying he had “the most kissable lips in Riften.” Fiona let her gaze linger on the faded scar that marked his cheek—he had yet to tell her where it came from—but it added to his ruggedly handsome persona.
Hesitantly, she reached up, pausing for a long moment before tracing a few fingers down the jagged line. Her touch continued, moving up across his eyes and brows to brush a few auburn locks away, before brushing back down towards his lips and jaw. She repeated the soft touches, seemingly transfixed, fingers lingering across the scar.
Fiona barely registered the slight shift of his arms, the corner of his lips twitching. “Change your mind about fooling around, aye?”
Brynjolf peeked one eye open and she instantly froze, fingers frozen against his jaw. She made to move away but he caught her hand, smirking as he kept her in place. Fiona couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse or even a witty one-liner in response. Instead, she opted for the truth.
Brynjolf studied her for moment, eyes glancing across her features and expression softening. Finally, he tugged her closer, shifting to make space for her body next to his. “Come here, lass.”
Fiona was reluctant at first but finally settled when he silently prompted, resting her head against his chest, softly draping her arm across his torso. Brynjolf encircled his arms around her, running one hand down the length of her spine before resting it on the small of her back. Fiona relaxed against him, listening to the steady sounds of his heartbeat, allowing herself to fall into a blissful state. Perhaps she’d have a good night’s rest after all.
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