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“Lights go down inside your head again
The walls are thin
Like they're closin' in
Lost yourself inside a broken mirror
'Cause that's what you fear
But I'm still here

Push me out and I pull you closer
When you think that it's all over
Know that you will never be unloved by me
Oh, you're bigger than this moment
Might be bad but you're not broken
Know that you will never be unloved by me

'Cause I know what you're made of
I know what you're made of…”
-I Know What You’re Made Of by Lindsey Sterling

“You’re shaking.” His large fingers pulled some of her hair off of her shoulder and around to her arm and back so that he could selfishly look down and see the alluring curve of her alabaster neck into her collarbones and even a bit further to the tempting line between her breasts. Each of her breaths seemed to come out as a flutter of air, and her ears flattened into her hair.

“Well, you’ll be forgivin’ me, Northman, but I’ve never kissed a warrior king…”

“Then don’t.” His lips were satin soft against her muzzle as he whispered each word through a smile. He smelled like honey and juniper, and her hands found themselves pulling at the embroidered collar of his tunic. “Kiss me instead.”

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*IMPORTANT NOTES*
-He’s not king of Skyrim as of this image. If you play the game you learn that the Jarls are seen as warrior kings of their own holds. That’s what she’s referring to
-This happens shortly after this image and the story within the description of the upload https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39945550/

OFFICIAL FIRST KISS WARNING. TRASH overload. So this happens before the events of Companion by at least maybe a month (still working on a proper timeline, yes, I FAIL). Once we finish the first arc of Companion, we’ll be backtracking and this will DEFINITELY be part of it because it happens after an Imperial raid on a Stormcloak camp in Falkreath that Ulfric and Iona are both at during the time. They escape, but in order to make it back to Eastmarch, they hide amongst a Khajiit caravan, the members of which Iona is familiar with. During this time, attractions they’ve both felt for a while come to a head, and while they both try to “stay in their places”, things start to boil over. Near the end of their escape, a downpour happens, and Ulfric offers to do the end of day chores for one of the other caravan members after having told Iona he’d like to kiss her. Initially, she gently rebuffed him, but after realizing that he’s much kinder and more down to earth than she’d ever thought and she wasn’t wrong about that, she reconsidered. When he comes back to their shared tent, intent on just grabbing some dry clothes and finding a wagon to sleep under so that maybe she’s more comfortable after his advances, she instead asks him to remain with her, toweling him off, combing his hair. One thing leads to another, she asks him if he was serious about wanting to kiss her, he says he was. She gives him one last out, telling him she won’t be cross if he just grabs some clothes she’s put aside and leaves.

But he doesn’t. Her nervousness is both put to rest and increased by the touch of a man who has made for at least a moment his decision.

Done in ClipStudioPaint.