#Haurchefant in a kilt is sexier than he has a right to be

[gaelicarts]

“I don’t need your protection, Haurchefant,” she looked up at him in exasperation, and he admitted to himself she might be right under most circumstances, fierce as she was. He looked down at her, a fond smile on his lips, and one hand rose to cover his heart.

“I am slain. I am bereft. I am not sure my ego can take such rejection,” he teased, and she laughed huskily, “I daren’t argue with a witch, but you could soothe my wounded pride…”

“Oh?”

“Aye, if there were another service you needed that I could provide…” Even as he spoke his lips sought out the shell of her ear, ghosting down to the crook of her neck, smiling as he heard her breath hitch. Carefully, slowly, leaving her all the time in the world to object, his fingers trailed down her sides, then around to cup her ass and lift her clear off the ground, pulling her hips hard to his until she moaned and wrapped her legs around him. He captured her mouth then, drowning in the taste of her. They kissed for unknown minutes, Haurchefant spinning to lean back against the wall, until one of his hands smoothed up her back to wrap her braid around it, pulling her head back enough for him to nip and nibble at her throat.

“I thought,” she gasped, “you were resolved against this.”

“I am a weak man, little bird. Say you will stay with me tonight? One night to remember me by,” he begged, lips against her skin.

(Excerpt and illustration from my Warlord!Haurchefant AU story “As Wind Calls the Dawn” on ao3.