#saskia shiver

[gladyssite]

Sunny Day by @aladdin-the-simmer

[okieedokes]

glastonbury with callum | head canons

authors note: this is dedicated to my roommate saskia who was almost reduced to tears over dua’s hard launch of callum on Insta hehe hope your enjoy my lovely! this is obviously inspired by cal and dua being the cutest couple at glaston this year! started off as headcanons then basically became a mini fic oops…

summary: this is a day at a glastonbury festival with boyfriend callum

warnings: mention of alcohol and intoxication

- You spent months persuading your boyfriend Callum to join you at Glastonbury Festival this year, knowing he wasn’t fond of large public events outside of work

- However, when you framed the offer as helping ensure your safety during the weekend of partying, he agreed.

- You eagerly reserved a stay in a charming glamping tent, eagerly marking the days on your calendar in anticipation.

- Knowing Callum would be getting in late from set that day, he encouraged you to arrive early with your friends, assuring you he would join you as soon as possible.

- With your friends' assistance, you swiftly set up your belongings in the tent before eagerly diving into the festivities. Adorned in your thoughtfully chosen casual yet chic ensemble and your beloved wellies, you and your best friend hurried toward the stage to catch the first act.

- Time seemed to slip away as you danced in the crowd, savoring your favorite beverage and gradually feeling the effects.

- You were snapped out of your reverie by a text from Callum:

On my way now sweetheart, hope you're not too far gone x.

- The message made you chuckle, but it also served as a gentle reminder to pace yourself.

- As the sun started to set, concern crept in about finding Callum in the growing crowd. Just then, familiar voice put your worries to rest.

- You turn to find your boyfriend standing behind you, looking incredibly handsome in his all-black ensemble. Without hesitation, you leap into his embrace, squealing as he lifts you off the ground, his hands securely around your waist. After sharing a firm kiss, you murmur how much you've missed him as he gently sets you down. Sensing your slight stumble upon landing, he suggests it might be time for some food—a suggestion you eagerly agree with.

- You sit huddled together on a table as you eat, and catch eachother up on your days. He giggles as you account every celebrity you had seen and subsequently fan girled after. Callum notices that you have began to shiver, swiftly pulling you onto his lap wrapping you in his warmth.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing this?” He chuckles as his fingers brush the hem of your mini skirt. “It’s not very practical”.

“I was thinking that I looked quite fit in it.” You retort, your speech still slightly slurred.

“Exactly right.” He corrects, before removing his jacket and wrapping it around your frame.

- The crowd at the main stage only gets bigger as the the final acts of the night approach instead of pushing your way through the crowd you and Callum choose hang at the back where you have plenty of space to dance.

- He frequently lifts you onto his shoulders to get a better view of the artists, even though you insist it isn't necessary.

- At some points he twirls you around as if you are lovers in a old movie. At others he holds you from behind rocking you gently to the tune of the music.

- When you’re sure no one is watching you place a firm kiss to his lips, which he leans into, dipping you backwards causing you to break away in giggles.

- As the final act begins their final song, Callum notices you stifling a yawn and suggests that you two beat the crowd back to the tents. You, being too tired to argue, agree.

- Hand in hand, you stroll together, passionately debating your favorite acts of the night—there was never a shortage of conversation when you were together.

- When you finally reach the tent, utterly exhausted, you collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows. Callum chuckles at your dramatics and gently assists you out of your outfit (including his jacket), then helps remove the remnants of your makeup.

- He pours your a glass of water and leaves it by your bedside.

- As you battle to stay awake, wanting to convey your deep love and appreciation for him, you rest your head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart soothes you into slumber, while he tenderly strokes your hair and presses soft kisses to your forehead.

[comfort-questing]

8. "why won't it stop?"

"there's nothing more I can do." the herbalist sighed and sat back on her heels, letting the flap of her satchel fall closed.

"but we can't leave him like this." the adventurer knelt by her companion where he lay curled up under the blanket, her hands caught in his white-knuckled grasp as shudders ran through his body. "he's in pain."

"I've given him as high a dose of the numbing medicine as I can. I think we have to wait out the venom, now. I'm sorry."

the quiet sound of the door shutting behind the herbalist rang loud in the silence of their little room, hardly a closet under the inn staircase. the adventurer blinked away the tears in her eyes and looked down at her companion.

"I'm sorry," she echoed, in the sudden stillness.

"Saskia. you - are you - there - " her companion's voice was a raspy whisper, his eyes tightly shut. there was blood on his lip where he had bitten down, darker than the splashes of spilt medicine that he hadn't managed to swallow the traces of.

"of course I'm here, can't you feel? you're squishing my hands." she didn't bother trying to wipe the tears back this time, sniffling helplessly. "don't worry. I'm staying here. you'll - you'll be all right soon - "

"it - hurts. why - why won't it stop - " his words ended in a choked-off moan, another shock of shivering going through him.

"we're trying. I'm so sorry."

he forced his eyelids open, barely, wandering gaze searching for her face above him. "am I going - to die? it - it feels - like dying."

"no. no, you're not going to die. it's just... going to hurt, for a while." she bent over him, brushing her lips against his sweat-damp forehead. "that'll teach us to go hunting in wyvern territory..."

the ghost of a laugh, hollow in his throat.

"that'll - teach us."

"but I'm staying here. I'll - I'll be right here, all right? no matter how long it is."

"how - long." he shuddered again, drawing his breath in between clenched teeth. "thank - you..."

he still wasn't letting go of her hands. she couldn't feel her fingers very well now, but in the grand scheme of things there were worse problems to have. she swallowed hard, licking her dry lips.

"of course. that's - all I can do, but I'll do it."

he didn't answer, but turned his head so it rested against her knee, and bit his bloodied lip again as the next wave of pain crested over.

[olliesmoreno]

chapter 21/22/23 - undercover princess

chapter 21

- lottie telling jamie she’s going to impress him and jamie having a sad expression. these books are so good to reread bc of details like that.

- oscar’s diary is so interesting. “the faithful fake” is such an exciting term idk.

- their book tastes is also quite interesting

chapter 22

- ellie truly is sweet for waking up with lottie for the princess lessons

- i want to know when the maravish ancient dialect is used 😔 the curiosity kills me every time

- what is the need for jamie to continuously make jabs at ellie though lol

- claude. that part is quite spooky yeah

- a royal ball IS exciting (#teamlottie)

- even the mention of the etiquette class makes me shiver ngl!

- okay japhael origins.

- jamie and raphael are actually cute and i think if they were canon that would have genuinely been really good.

- i like the opposites attract aspect of it. it like encourages jamie to loosen up and raphael to take more responsibility and they have mutual interests.

- japhael is the kiribaku (mha) of the rwch fandom if you will. will never be canon, but what could have been !! it not being canon at all is part of the appeal maybe.

- i know jamie might have just been using raphael and he barely gaf about him in the end but let me daydream ok.

- and @lottiepumpkinofficial mentioned the romantic parallels with comparing them to lollie who are obviously romantically implied. japhael cooks idc!!

- the idea of ellie using jamie for coffee runs is so funny lol

- “i promise you’ll be fine little princess. you’re a natural” lollie are everything to me btw

chapter 23

- i love this chapter LMAO

- i forgot about the ellie and saskia thing 😑

- yeah i’m not a fan of it ngl. smthing is going on but i do not like the ship. esp with saskia kind of flirting when ani is RIGHT there.

- the ellie dig ani made 😭

- ani is also extremely thoughtful for the princess and the pea sleeping remedy. there’s a lot to this.

- i do feel for ani a lot. she’s one of my fave characters and i wish she did a lot more by the end of the series but i’m somewhat digressing.

- just realised jamie told her to get more sleep the last chapter and now he’s like “lottie, are you not sleeping?” 😭 i thought he knew.

- ani being like “no!” also a lot of layers here. ani ily.

- this chapter is so dramatic there’s so much underlying stuff LOL

[literally-just-there]

🍁 🥧 🔥!

Hi hi Saskia !! Glad to see you !!

🍁 ➳ What are your favourite things about the autumn season, and what are your f/o’s?

Answered here !!

🥧 ➳ What are yours and your f/o’s favourite autumn sweet treats? (Bonus: if homemade, do you make them together?)

Seeker and Info both love chestnuts !! When they pick up some in the woods they then have dinner in front of the fireplace as they roast them in the fire, and have a good laugh when the chestnuts pop !! They also make apple pies and biscuits with cinnamon or tonka, as well as fruits with syrup, the latter with vanilla !! They do buy some treats at the confectioner's though, like candied fruits, gingerbread and orangettes.

🔥 ➳ Who gets colder easier? And who warms them up?

Seeker does get colder easier, even though dhe does not necessarily realize it. It is mainly her hands that get cold, so Info takes them between his and gently blows warm air on them. When Seeker is shivering, he is quick to wrap his arms around her and rub her back and arms to warm her up.

ask game here !!

[spaceorphanssecondbreakfastclub]

SO's Book Club : Shiver

Okay, so I haven't been completely absent in my reading. I have finished a few things and wanted to get back to putting up my reviews.

Title : Shiver Author : Allie Reynolds Genre : Mystery/Thriller

Goodreads Summary:

When Milla is invited to a reunion in the French Alps resort that saw the peak of her snowboarding career, she drops everything to go. While she would rather forget the events of that winter, the invitation comes from Curtis, the one person she can't seem to let go.

The five friends haven't seen each other for ten years, since the disappearance of the beautiful and enigmatic Saskia. But when an icebreaker game turns menacing, they realize they don't know who has really gathered them there and how far they will go to find the truth.

Review:

I was going to have this one up in October in time for Halloween. Clearly that didn't happen.

The premise centers around a woman named Milla - who, in her early twenties, used to be a professional athlete, specializing in winter sports such as snowboarding and skiing. Back in the day - she and a group of her 'friends' had a lot of drama going on. In the present, she's invited for a reunion of sorts and then spooky things start happening as the truth of the past begins to come out.

The thing I'm coming to terms with with all of these 'thrillers' is that the schtick of them kind of are feeling the same. I suppose that's the point -- as I read dozens of Agatha Christie novels that have a similar sense of style to them. But maybe I'm finding these just aren't for me. I guess I expect too much from them? I don't know.

The book is split up into different halves -- the first half being in the present, and having that creepy - I Know What You Did Last Summer - vibe. And the second is the slow unraveling of what happened in the past.

The present day stuff is definitely the better part of the book. Reynolds is able to capture that unnerving, snowed in in the middle of nowhere feel to it. The tension of the present day is definitely felt, and I give this book points for having a great atmosphere. I do think it spends a little too much time before people start dying and the action to really start going, but the rely on tension definitely makes the book a very unsettling read.

Meanwhile, the stuff in the past is... idk, padded? I realize it's partly to get to know the characters better - but it feels like a lot of vamping because the reveal of the truth can't come in the middle of the book. And, as it seems like with a lot of these thrillers, the more the past goes on, the more terrible these characters seem. I get that that's part of it -- when terrible people are killed off, we shouldn't care all that much. But, meh, I feel like you should care a least a little bit about the characters.

Plus, the more 'twists' that happen, the more ridiculous I find the plot. Sometimes I think these books are trying to see how shocking they can be - and lose good character development and smart story telling choices in the process. It's definitely not bad, but I think once the truth begins to come into light, it stops being spooky and starts being a little campy.

I should also mention there is a little bit of queerness in the book -- and it feels exploitive (as in there for the shock value of it) more than it being a natural progression of the narrative.

The ending also felt a little... contrived? Idk what I really want from these thrillers, they always start out so promising with their premises! But they keep seeming to end on these outlandish twists.

Overall, I didn't hate this book like it may seem. The atmosphere was great, and I did get creeped out reading it. The part of the book in the present was decently solid (with the exception of the crazy ending) and captivating. The flashbacks felt a bit much, and I don't think the characters are all that great. But I think it's equivalent of going to a moderately well done horror movie.

Rating: 3.5 Stars

[resplendentdare]

❝ oh my god, it's so cold! ❞

Saskia shivered, trying to pull down her jacket sleeves to cover her hands but it wasn't long enough. She was kicking herself for not bringing anything warmer or even some gloves, but it was her own fault. "Does the bus ever come around on time? I swear it's late, I can't feel my toes or my fingers."

[longroadstonowhere]

oh

hm

(shiver spoilers)

i guess the whole novel actually did happen with protag sleeping with saskia, ahahahaha (i can't believe i wasn't just wearing yuri goggles, all that was actual real attraction being laid down)

[gladyssite]

My Sims with The Sunset Collection by @sentate

[terminateddesires]

tag dump

ꕥ fear of failure / scared of success ~ (ooc).

ꕥ remember early in may i said id wait every day ~ (ic).

ꕥ i wanna be forgotten in the thought of you ~ (asks).

ꕥ feels like im standing on the outside looking in ~ (gallery).

ꕥ uh oh alert alert alert vrrrr (crack).

ꕥ but now im stuck with this try not to reminisce or i think ill start to miss you ~ (musings).

ꕥ sending shivers all down my spine electric feeling that i cant deny ~ (raiden ei).

ꕥ cant find a meaning if there isnt one ~ (albedo).

ꕥ will you be around when its all gone? ~ (venti).

ꕥ the borderline between your thoughts and mine ~ (charlotte).

ꕥ feeling like im ten years older every time i get home ~ (reimu).

ꕥ i dont know how to explain it a year of racking my brain and i hated it ~ (nene).

ꕥ in a mausoleum that was made for two ~ (saskia).

ꕥ this body means nothing to me at all ~ (honja).

ꕥ i wanna feel your body through my screen in the heat of the night ~ (yuno).

ꕥ with a painted on smile just like a doll ~ (yukari).

ꕥ tell myself without a word let myself feel divine ~ (cirno).

ꕥ these days just seem to pass by in a minute ~ (koishi).

ꕥ cause when youre here you only bring me down ~ (chlomaki).

ꕥ when the world goes just know it didnt hurt at all ~ (nadine).

ꕥ whats it like to be dead its pretty sweet ~ (chloe).

ꕥ but youre all that i think about so now i dont know what the hell to do ~ (albino).

ꕥ you can call but boy no promises ~ (reficul).

ꕥ  theres nothing else i could do ~ (lobco).

ꕥ not safe for work ~ (nsfw).

ꕥ nothing wrong im just catching my flight ~ (queue).

ꕥ but nothing really goes my way all i gotta do is say that itll happen ~ (headcanons).

[stopthecarrrr]

Steve should have expected someone to get curious and sneak in eventually, gaze settling on Saskia once he could find the will to actually open them. He was burning up, but shivering at the same time. Whatever he had come down with was completely kicking his ass this go around. Her hand felt cold compared to how hot his body felt, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief. "...What if I get you sick?" Was all he could manage to mumble out, feeling bad for Saskia having to take time out of her day and take care of him and even more so that she'd be risking her own health to do it. "...Just feels like I'm burning up." Those words left him more quietly, clearly drained as the fever was taking the energy right out of him.

Saskia knew something was up with Steve when she hadn't seen him at work in a while, and honestly, she missed annoying the crap out of him. She'd asked Robin where he was, only to be told he was off sick and not to bother him. Saskia had agreed, but then again, when had she ever done what she was told?

So that was why she was over at his, backpack filled to the brim with alcohol and enough medicine to sink the Titanic twice over and attempting to open his window. The prick had closed it and now she had to use what was on her to open it and after a few minutes of struggling, she got it open and she climbed inside. It wasn't a graceful entrance, filled with profanities and knocking over many of Steve's things but she made it anyway.

When she saw him on the couch, she kneeled down in front of him and opened her backpack, a hand resting on his forehead. "Steve, you don't have to say anything but I'm gonna look after you, okay?"

[farplane]

DAY 7: PAWN

The high summer sun blistered down upon the palace grounds, and Saskia hoped beyond hope that the Censor would not feel her sweating through the stiff fabric of her gown when next he found some pretense to touch the small of her back. The royal terraces were crawling with legionaries in red and black and white-robed dignitaries, all arranged in perfect lines; the soldiers faceless under their helms, like puppets awaiting the tug of command on their strings. 

Saskia had chosen for her own armour a somber dress in the current Nhalmascan style—a gift from the Censor himself—far better suited for the dreary Ilsabardian mountain climes than the dry highland summer. Miserably, she hoped her mother would never see what imperial taste had wrought upon her homeland’s traditional fashions.

She was not alone in wishing the assembly would end before it had even begun. Behind her, a bureaucrat complained of the heat and openly longed for home; his neighbour muttered back snidely that “we wouldn’t have gotten this horrid little posting if not for your indiscretions with Lord Nerva’s favourite, Magnus,” which Saskia committed to memory in case it proved useful. She lifted a hand to her forehead under the pretense of shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked about the terrace, and surreptitiously wiped sweat from her shining brow.

“I hope you’re not feeling faint, my dear,” said goe Tullius; how artfully he spun himself a fable to justify his steadying hand on her back.

“Thank you, Censor. It is quite hot today.”

“Indeed. I have been invited to the palace by the viceroy’s entourage after this little display; you should join me for refreshments. I shall see to your every need.”

He had worn his most expensive cologne today, likely for her benefit; Saskia could smell the notes of vetiver on the breeze. She smiled, as she always did.

“You are too kind. I wish I could accept, but surely the viceroy—”

“Would be a fool not to wish to be graced by your presence. You have been a staunch ally to his rule; a provincial flower grown beautiful under His Radiance’s sun.” A traitor and a liar and a seductress. A Resistance spy. “I must insist, for your company is the sweetest of my days in these uncivilized lands.”

“Then I would fain accept, my lord.”

The Censor nodded, showing his most handsome smile, and tucked her hand into the crook of his arm with a pat that was almost paternal. Heat drummed inside Saskia’s ears, but she forced herself into closer contact with him.

“Ah. At last,” he said as the viceroy’s airship landed.

The commander of the XIVth Legion came shadowed not only by his tribuni, but by soldiers in uniforms Saskia had never seen before. Imperial black plate showed on their torsos and arms, but the arrangement was piecemeal, reminiscent of a mercenary’s mismatched armour; the colourful sashes and fabrics they wore as accents reminded her of the Arroways, which brought on a sickening lurch of her stomach. They were not helmed like imperial soldiers; their heads were covered by beautifully adorned turbans, and their faces hidden by horrid, beaklike masks. Ala Mhigan colours and fabrics corrupted by imperial austerity.

She scarcely heard the specific words with which the viceroy introduced his new force, comprised entirely of young Ala Mhigans who had traded service for citizenship. A fresh sort of panic underlay her shaken state: she was meant to listen, not to lose her cool like some frightful little novice.

The commander of this new Crania Lupi was just a slip of a girl, but her gaze was cold as stone.

“Van Baelsar is certainly eager to make us forget his little debacle with the Agrius,” said goe Tullius amusedly in her ear. Did he feel her shiver? “A bit late on the draw, perhaps, but cleverly done nonetheless. Obedience comes easier when loyalty is instilled from a young age; and what good is insurgency when one’s children wield His Radiance’s authority? They will only break themselves.”

Saskia simpered and watched the young commander and extinguished Morgana’s memory from her mind every time it welled at the sight of the girl’s hard eyes. She envisioned, distantly, punching holes with the blade of Neesa’s needle into the Censor.

When she freed herself come eveningtide, she went straight for the theatre. She opened the trap door underneath the stage with shaking fingers and descended into the hidden room that housed the Palm door, sat down on the bed, and hugged the pillow tight to her chest until it puffed into pockets of resistance. With her right hand, she slowly drove the needle into the pillow, over and over again, until she was covered in feathers.

[longroadstonowhere]

okay so this book i'm reading has actual gay in it, which is quite exciting

the book is shiver, by allie reynolds, and i found it because of a list i'd looked up ages ago for locked room mysteries (a list i'm slightly annoyed by because they include 'cast of characters isolated in an inescapable location (like an island or a snowy mountain)' in the definition of a locked room mystery, while those are entirely separate concepts in my mind, but i digress)

anyway, like previously mentioned, the book's protagonist/narrator (/detective i'm assuming? like, knox's definition of a detective, not a detective by profession or inclination, but i dunno who did it yet so i dunno if this is a knox-compliant book) is a woman who's like every stereotype of the Not Like Other Girls girls - tomboy, gets along better with her brother's rugby mates than with other women, too practical for make-up (but still cares about looking cute/sexy/whatever), and in her twenties she was trying to be a pro snowboarder

she falls in with her main rival, saskia (Going To Be Dead Woman), and saskia's brother, and a group of other competitive snowboarders during one winter training in some french mountainside, and saskia is like... okay, this is me projecting, but to me she is the epitome of that 'i liked a girl but didn't know what to do about it so i wrote her a note saying get out of my school' tweet

actually what goes on in the story is that saskia is fully willing to pull underhanded tricks to sabotage her competition - she peer pressures our protag into doing a bunch of vodka shots the night before a big competition (while she and the others in their group have shots of water), she drops things on the slope to make people fuck up their snowboarding and injure themselves, she nearly leaves protag buried alive in snow from an avalanche rescue simulation... you can see how she's Going To Be Dead

but like, protag is also constantly talking about how attractive she is, and how being around saskia means she can finally be herself, and doesn't know whether to consider something a date or not, and it turns out saskia was actually in some kind of relationship with one of the other women snowboarders (the other woman, odette, clearly thought it was something real, but saskia is The Dead Woman so her true thoughts and feelings are of course inscrutable), so like... what i'm saying is this whole book might not have gone down the way it did if protag had just slept with saskia ten years ago, but she didn't and then saskia disappeared under Mysterious Circumstances and now the whole friend group has been trapped on a mountain and are probably gonna get killed one by one until the protag figures out who killed saskia and gets out

[resplendentdare]

Saskia bit her bottom lip as Patrick moved her into his lap, trying her best to not moan or blush as she felt his fingers all over her body. As much as she hated the way he talked to her, but she couldn't help but be completely at his mercy and under his spell. She couldn't even figure out how he did it.

A shiver went down her when he threatened her, nodding her head in understanding. "No, I do like it, I promise. I'm just nervous about questions people might as about us."

"You're mine, I own you. That's why you have a collar." Patrick told her without missing a beat. He sat up, reaching out and pulling onto his lap. His hand ran over her body. "This body is mine to use whenever I want, and that collar is there to remind you that you and your body is mine."

One hand stood squeezing her thigh while the other went up, and he ran his fingers over the collar, and he smirked.

"Nope, it's attached to you just like your skin, and don't you dare take it off, or I will find a more permanent solution." He threatened her, eye narrowed and dark, but that was soon gone, and a smile was spread back over his face. "I made it's myself, don't you like it?"

[gladyssite]

My Sims

Alize: hair - jacket - pants - boots - earrings & necklace

Saskia: hair - hat - top - necklace - skirt - boots

Monika : hair - dress - boots - necklace & earrings

Chantal : outfit - sneakers - earrings

Destinee : hair - dress - boots - bag - necklace

Carla : hair - top - jeans - boots - earrings

Saya : hair - top - skirt - boots - earrings

Alisha : outfit - earrings - sneakers

Thanks to all CC creators ❤

@seoulsoul-sims, @trillyke, @rimings, @madlensims, @simstrouble, @sunberry-sims4, @jius-sims, @bradfordsims, @daylifesims, @gorillax3-cc, @belaloallure3, @dogsill, @greenllamas, @imvikai, @javasims

[bard-llama]

🙊 Whisper

Last one because I gotta get to work now but I'm having so much fun getting a sneak peek into your WIPs!!

Awww, thank you! I'm glad it's fun! And thank you - I've really appreciated the distraction!

All right, so this one is from a Saskia/Iorveth/Roche fic where Saskia and Iorveth let themselves get captured by the Stripes specifically so that they can talk to (fuck) Roche. Which, incidentally, is how I think they got together in the fic I just posted today, Love's Gordian Knot. This isn't necessarily a prequel to that, though, just... a useful set up lmao.

Also featuring Roche’s self-esteem issues! Oh also, fun fact: Saskia is taller than Roche. Because I say so and because her shoulder is a convenient place for his head to rest.

There was a rough laugh behind him and Roche tore his eyes away from Iorveth to stare at Saskia. 

“So brilliant, and yet so oblivious,” she chuckled, and he opened his mouth to object when cool hands cupped his hips. 

His gaze darted back to Iorveth, who was really a little closer than he was entirely comfortable with. Especially because while he was staring at Iorveth, Saskia also moved closer, until he could feel her chest press against his back.

Weirdly, he didn’t tense up or jump or automatically stab her. Instead he… well, he wasn’t really sure what he was feeling, but it wasn’t fear, even though he was clearly at his enemies’ mercy.

Above their heads, Roche knew that Ves would be standing at the ready, crossbow probably aimed directly at Iorveth’s heart. So why did he hold a closed fist up in a signal to hold?

“What do you want?” he demanded, as though there were many reasons that they would be as close as they were right now.

Iorveth’s smirk was amused and when the elf spoke, the words were whispered into Roche’s ear. “You. Obviously.”

He couldn’t hold back the shiver that trailed up his spine. “Why?”

“We already answered that,” Iorveth said, closing the final distance between them until Roche was surrounded by the pressure of two bodies on either side of him. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be feeling right now, but anticipation and arousal were probably not the right responses.

Then Iorveth kissed the skin just in front of his ear and he twitched, mouth opening in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t help the way his head fell back onto Saskia’s shoulder, and this time, both of them kissed his skin, making him shudder. 

As Saskia kissed up his neck, Iorveth’s lips moved across his jaw, sucking a mark against the corner of it, then mouthing closer and closer to Roche’s lips, parted around hurried breaths.

“Wait,” Thirteen’s voice echoed down from the crack in the ceiling, startling Roche. “Are we really supposed to believe that this whole thing is so they could fuck the Boss!?”

Roche flushed brightly, even as Saskia’s chest rumbled in amusement and Iorveth huffed a laugh against his cheek.

“In fairness,” Shorty said slowly, “I remember you doing much stupider things to get into the Boss’s pants.”

Blush only growing darker, Roche shifted his weight uncomfortably. Iorveth’s hands around his hips grew tight, holding him in place in a way that made his heart beat fast. 

“Fair point,” Thirteen said eventually. “Carry on.”

Iorveth snorted, shaking his head the slightest amount. “Even your men know your value,” he murmured in Roche’s ear. “Why don’t you?”