Role Reversal AU Part 9
Mar. 25th, 2020 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sigridharemSasha was quiet and submissive afterwards, obediently washing his hands with the soap and water she provided him with and curling up onto his bedroll with his bad ankle outstretched, burying his face in the cloth.
The silence was uncomfortable enough that Sigrid began to wish Baldur would hurry up and return simply to distract them both
She had certainly seen (or rather, heard) filthier things before. It shouldn’t have mattered at all, should have barely registered as profane.
And yet, it had reminded her that despite his pretty face, slender figure and well-kept hair, Sasha was a man like any other, who might take hold of himself at night and think of… what? Another gentle well-bred girl who would lie quietly underneath him without much fuss? A flirtatious man who would tease him until he was flushed all over?
He’d struggled to keep his climax quiet. And yet the muffled sound of that one little loss of control kept bubbling to the surface of Sigrid’s thoughts, making her grit her teeth and dig her nails into her palms.
“I…” Sasha’s voice faltered. “I don’t know what came over me. Truly.”
“Stop wallowing,” Sigrid snapped. “It’s over and done with.”
“I’m not wallowing, I-“ He bit off mid-sentence, looking stubborn. “I don’t see what else there is for me to do! What are you sitting there thinking about?”
“Me?” He wasn’t capable of the lengths he’d have to go to make her answer that question honestly. “None of your business.”
“So if I’m quiet, I’m wallowing, but if you’re quiet-“
“Do you want me to hit you again?”
Sasha let out a bitter laugh. “If it makes you feel like you’re in the right, go ahead! I’ve already been assaulted, humiliated, tied up… but you won’t kill me, so I’m supposed to be grateful for that? I don’t know why I thought you were better than that man.”
That hurt, against all reason. “Now you’re being dramatic.”
“Oh yes, god forbid your captive get dramatic about the situation!” Sasha pushed himself upright, glaring at her. “You didn’t like it when I was quiet and now you don’t like what I’m saying? What do you want from me? Just to tell you how wonderful and gracious a host you’ve been?”
“You know,” Sigrid said coldly, “I could have kept you tied up and let you piss yourself.”
“And then you would’ve had to live with the smell,” Sasha countered.
“I could strip you naked and kick you into a pond!”
He immediately turned bright red and Sigrid stopped short, wondering if she hadn’t revealed her thoughts more than she had meant to.
It was a good thing she wasn’t particularly given to blushing herself.
“I can’t swim,” he mumbled. “So… please don’t.”
Sigrid shook her head. “Is there anything you can do?”
“Plenty of things! Just because they aren’t physical…” In his outrage, at least he’d forgotten to be embarrassed. “I can read and write in multiple languages and my penmanship isn’t bad! I have a wonderful memory! I enjoy speaking in public!”
Sigrid snorted. “When have you ever spoken to the public?”
He staggered upright, looking about ready to claw her face. “I have sometimes been permitted to address the nobility!”
“So have I,” Sigrid said dryly. “What are you going to do then, recite speeches at me?”
Sasha’s jaw tightened, and without further ado he hurled his thin frame straight at her, knocking a stunned Sigrid over onto the cave floor.
“I am also,” Sasha panted, stray strands of his fair hair brushing against her face, “not to be underestimated!”
Sigrid looked up into his fierce green eyes and decided to do the one thing most likely to unbalance him.
She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his.
Sasha let out what could only be described as a surprised squeak and gave way when Sigrid rolled him over onto his back and pinned his hands on either side of his head.
“Neither am I, cousin.”
The silence was uncomfortable enough that Sigrid began to wish Baldur would hurry up and return simply to distract them both
She had certainly seen (or rather, heard) filthier things before. It shouldn’t have mattered at all, should have barely registered as profane.
And yet, it had reminded her that despite his pretty face, slender figure and well-kept hair, Sasha was a man like any other, who might take hold of himself at night and think of… what? Another gentle well-bred girl who would lie quietly underneath him without much fuss? A flirtatious man who would tease him until he was flushed all over?
He’d struggled to keep his climax quiet. And yet the muffled sound of that one little loss of control kept bubbling to the surface of Sigrid’s thoughts, making her grit her teeth and dig her nails into her palms.
“I…” Sasha’s voice faltered. “I don’t know what came over me. Truly.”
“Stop wallowing,” Sigrid snapped. “It’s over and done with.”
“I’m not wallowing, I-“ He bit off mid-sentence, looking stubborn. “I don’t see what else there is for me to do! What are you sitting there thinking about?”
“Me?” He wasn’t capable of the lengths he’d have to go to make her answer that question honestly. “None of your business.”
“So if I’m quiet, I’m wallowing, but if you’re quiet-“
“Do you want me to hit you again?”
Sasha let out a bitter laugh. “If it makes you feel like you’re in the right, go ahead! I’ve already been assaulted, humiliated, tied up… but you won’t kill me, so I’m supposed to be grateful for that? I don’t know why I thought you were better than that man.”
That hurt, against all reason. “Now you’re being dramatic.”
“Oh yes, god forbid your captive get dramatic about the situation!” Sasha pushed himself upright, glaring at her. “You didn’t like it when I was quiet and now you don’t like what I’m saying? What do you want from me? Just to tell you how wonderful and gracious a host you’ve been?”
“You know,” Sigrid said coldly, “I could have kept you tied up and let you piss yourself.”
“And then you would’ve had to live with the smell,” Sasha countered.
“I could strip you naked and kick you into a pond!”
He immediately turned bright red and Sigrid stopped short, wondering if she hadn’t revealed her thoughts more than she had meant to.
It was a good thing she wasn’t particularly given to blushing herself.
“I can’t swim,” he mumbled. “So… please don’t.”
Sigrid shook her head. “Is there anything you can do?”
“Plenty of things! Just because they aren’t physical…” In his outrage, at least he’d forgotten to be embarrassed. “I can read and write in multiple languages and my penmanship isn’t bad! I have a wonderful memory! I enjoy speaking in public!”
Sigrid snorted. “When have you ever spoken to the public?”
He staggered upright, looking about ready to claw her face. “I have sometimes been permitted to address the nobility!”
“So have I,” Sigrid said dryly. “What are you going to do then, recite speeches at me?”
Sasha’s jaw tightened, and without further ado he hurled his thin frame straight at her, knocking a stunned Sigrid over onto the cave floor.
“I am also,” Sasha panted, stray strands of his fair hair brushing against her face, “not to be underestimated!”
Sigrid looked up into his fierce green eyes and decided to do the one thing most likely to unbalance him.
She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his.
Sasha let out what could only be described as a surprised squeak and gave way when Sigrid rolled him over onto his back and pinned his hands on either side of his head.
“Neither am I, cousin.”
