Chapter 19 - Recovery
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Three months later...
I had barely left the house since returning from Windhelm having killed the man responsible. I knew I would never have found the Argonian who did the deed. No doubt they'd have returned to Black Marsh. Finding the man who had given the order was enough. Though I barely left the house, I still received the occasional visitor. Brynjolf would drop by once a week, letting me know the latest news and gossip from the Flagon. Karliah would visit every so often, just to see how I was doing. Aranea still worked for me, and though she hadn't moved back in, spent more time at mine than anywhere else.
And then there was Haelga, who in no way tried to seduce me, but I know she was wondering if I would change my mind about our relationship, once I'd stopped mourning my wife. I would visit her grave once a week, placing a new bouquet of the flowers she had loved, letting her know that I was thinking about her, that I missed her terribly, but that I hoped she was at peace wherever she was. The first time I had visited her grave, I let her know I'd found the man responsible for her death. The flowers had bloomed spectacularly within a couple of weeks. Maybe it was just in my mind, but I took it as a sign that the news had made her happy.
But after three months, I was going a little stir crazy and needed to do something with my life. And the more I thought about it, the more I was ready to take Astrid's offer. But more than that, I was missing the intimate touch of a woman. The last time I had been intimate with my wife had been the night everything had gone wrong. Besides my wife, there was only one woman I would consider being intimate with. The fact I knew she would be receptive made things slightly easier. I couldn't mourn forever, and I knew Muiri would want me to move on. And considering she knew of my previous relationship, I'm sure she'd approve.
Walking into the Bunkhouse, Svana was at the counter. She smiled at me and yelled upstairs that I was there. Haelga came bounding down the stairs and leapt into my arms, rather happy to see me. I couldn't help chuckle at her excitement. Leaning back to look at me, the smile on her face was infectious. "You look... better, Ragnar."
"I had to get out of the house. It's getting rather lonely moping about. So, I thought I'd come visit you."
Leaning forward, looking up at me, she asked, "And you thought of me first?"
"I did." My hands were on her back, and I slowly moved one down so it rested just above her arse. "I have to move on, Haelga."
"I understand, Ragnar. I had to do the same thing when I lost my husband. Such a shame we now share widowhood in common."
"Aye. Perhaps a topic best not discussed too often."
She smiled. "But now you're out of the house. What did you want?"
"What I wanted was for you to join me in the Bee and Barb for dinner tonight. Would you like to join me?"
"Just dinner?" she whispered.
"Honestly, no. I can't remember the last time... But I also know how that must make you feel..."
She leaned up to kiss me. A soft, gentle kiss. The first time I'd kissed a woman since that last night with Muiri. The first time I'd kissed another woman since the day I proposed to Muiri. Yet, because of the history I had with Haelga, it felt right immediately. "I'll join you there once the sun has gone down. Would you like to return here with me?"
"Aye. Returning to Riftweald... Honestly, I just want to sell it..."
"No, don't do that. Make new memories in addition to those already there."
"Maybe I should get a new bed though. It wouldn't be right..."
"I can't tell you what to do, Ragnar. Do what you think or what feels right. No matter what you do, Muiri would understand. And I'm sure you know she'd want you to move on."
I kissed her, the same she gave me. I didn't exactly want to put on a show for Svana, plus there were still a few hurdles in my mind I needed to get over. But it was nice to hold a woman in my arms again, Haelga resting her head against me as I gently stroked her hair. "I've missed this feeling," she said softly, "And before you say anything, don't apologise. I know how happy you were. And I'm sorry..."
"Thank you. It means a lot, especially from yourself."
For the first time in three months, I had reason to smile. Haelga said again that I looked much better before I left her to work, and I found myself wandering around Riften. I still felt the weight of the world on my shoulders but I felt better about things. I hadn't trimmed my beard or hair in months, nor had a proper wash, so I headed to where Aranea still lived, and asked for her help. When I told her why, she immediately escorted me back to Riftweald, where my beard and hair were trimmed and neatened up, water heated so I could enjoy a proper wash, and she made sure I dressed to impress.
"Now, just remember one thing, Ragnar. You go as fast or as slow as you want. I know why you've gone back to Haelga. You want intimacy again."
"Know me that well?"
"You're a man, Ragnar. And, trust me on this, I know what it's like to go without intimacy for a long time." Taking a step back, she looked me up and down. "And I'm sure Haelga will be impressed with the effort you've made. You won't be returning here?"
"No, I'll stay at the Bunkhouse if the night goes well."
Taking a seat at my usual table, I received plenty of hearty hellos as I sat down and enjoyed a tankard of ale, chatting with anyone who wanted to join me. Most simply enquired as to my state of mind, as they wouldn't have seen me in months. And if they had, I'd probably shared few words with them. Haelga walked in as I was nursing a third tankard. She kissed my cheek before taking a seat opposite. If anyone was surprised by her sitting with me, they didn't show it, and no-one made any comment. I bought her a tankard too, and ordered dinner.
It was just like old times, and I found myself laughing quite a lot that night, Haelga regaling me with stories of life in the Bunkhouse. After we finished eating dinner, Haelga cut straight to the chase, asking if I'd like to accompany her home. I said yes without hesitation. She offered her hand and practically dragged me away. "Enjoy yourself, Ragnar!" I heard someone call out, to the laughter of plenty of others. I certainly wasn't going to take offence.
It had been a long time since I'd been in Haelga's penthouse. Well over a year and more. Nothing had changed, though. Once the door was closed, she was all over me, her mouth desperate for mine, her hands trying to disrobe me as quickly as possible. I was returning the favour, and may have accidentally ripped her dress. She told me not to worry, so I ripped it some more before it dropped to the ground. Underwear followed just as quickly before I led her backwards to the bed.
"No foreplay," she said, "Just sex."
"Sure?"
She nodded as she shuffled backwards, beckoning me to join her with a finger. I did kiss up her body, taking a breast in my mouth for a moment, giving each nipple a quick bite, before kissing her, my right hand down by her sex. I couldn't help smile as she was soaking wet. She needed to gasp when I touched her. "I haven't had sex in over a year, Ragnar."
That brought me to a halt. "You're serious? But... You're you!"