PLEASE NOTE: This story contains settings, races and other scenery elements created by BETHESDA and the brilliant artist and writers in their employ. They retain all rights to the ELDER SCROLLS universe they created, I am but a humble story weaver.
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Chapter 7
Liliah woke the next morning to sun streaming in through the windows, stretching groggily with a beaming grin, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. She was alone on the bed and the blanket had been carefully tucked around her. She scanned the room quickly, seeing no sign of Corellion, but as she sat up, she noticed a dish of sliced fruit on the table, and a note that had been left with a small yellow flower on the pillow beside where she had been laying. She picked both up, bringing the flower to her nose as she read the short note written in elegant penmanship.
Lovely Lili,
I had breakfast brought to the room and have gone to market for a few items for our journey. The room is ours until mid-day, and I have paid the Innkeeper a few coins to watch over you as you slept and our items if you should finish before I return and wish to join me.
C~
She had hopped out of the bed feeling entirely rested and rejuvenated, dreams of strolling through flowery fields on Summerset Isle lingering with her, even after waking. The dream had been strange, incredibly vivid, to an extent she even now could remember the smell of the sea air mixing with the sun warmed grasses and flowers on the hillside. She put the yellow flower in the pages of her journal along with the note, and grabbed the bowl of fruit, eating several pieces while she picked out something to wear for the day.
She dug through her bag, her fingers pausing as they ran over the dress Corellion had admired the day she'd left Balmora, slowly tracing the embroidered roses on the fabric with a smile, then pulling it from the bag. Grabbing another chunk of fruit from the bowl, she drew water into the tub, adding her usual vanilla oil to the water. She released her hair and climbed into the tub, pulling out a bottle of shampoo that was made with honeysuckle essence and almond oil, washing her long hair carefully, then the rest of her, glancing at the door and wondering how much time she had before he returned from the market.
She considered pleasuring herself to release, but as she lay there in the tub she found herself unable to summon any enthusiasm. She felt different today somehow, the dream she'd had where she said goodbye to Zan and admitted to herself that he had been insincere and he wasn't coming back had changed something in her. He had been the fantasy called to mind for over a month, and now she couldn't bring herself to to seek release to his memory. She sighed, finishing her bath, toweling off quickly and wrapping the towel around her long hair, gathering up her soaps and oils and returning them to her bag, pulling the plug and draining the water.
She dressed in the crimson dress with the roses embroidered onto it, carefully pulling it on over her head and tugging it on, smiling at the sensation as the slippery fabric slid smoothly over her skin. The front of the skirt was accented with gold lacing that ran from just above her knees to just below her rib cage on either side, and designed to leave a strip of skin exposed behind the lacings that held the splits in the skirt together and kept it from being completely revealing.
After the lacings on the skirt were tended, she twisted, trying to reach behind her with a little grunt of effort, remembering with sudden dismay that Korinne had always laced and tied the back for her, and gave a resigned sigh, realizing she wasn't going to be able to wear it after all. She was just about to change out of it and pick a different outfit when the door pushed open and Corellion walked in with a couple of packages in his arms, he closed the door behind himself and turned, gasping as he turned quickly back to face the door.
"A-apologies, I should have knocked before entering..." He stammered slightly, and Liliah giggled, rushing over and dragging him into the room, taking the packages from him and setting them on the bed with a bright smile.
"Pssh, nonsense! Your timing is perfect! Don't suppose you could lend a hand with this could you? I forgot that I needed a bit of help with the back when I put it on..." She reached back, twisting her waist length, nearly black curls quickly and sweeping the twist over her shoulder and out of the way, turning her back to him and craning her neck to look up and back at him hopefully, flashing him an appealing look.
Corellion stared for a moment, looking into her eyes like a startled deer, then blinked and looked down at her mostly exposed back and the lacing hanging loosely through several eyelets, his brows going up with understanding as he realized what was being asked of him. "Gracious..I can see why you would need help. Yes, of course..." He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her closer, examining the garment, then carefully lacing it up the back. As he threaded the gold satin lacing through the numerous eyes, he noticed it was the same dress Korinne had suggested Liliah model for him.
He felt his cheeks warm slightly at the realization and looked down at the way it fit her, from the halter style band of gold trimmed crimson at her slender neck to the way the masterfully patterned design hugged the curvy line of her body. The deep red and gold color of the fabric matched her natural coloring beautifully, making her look even more exotic, and he noticed for the first time that her dark skin was lightly dusted with freckles. He finished lacing up the back, drawing the strings snug and tying the ends securely, trying not to let his touch or gaze linger.
She spun away as he said he was finished, almost dancing as she turned from side to side, then made a full turn so he could see the dress on her, winking and flashing him an almost taunting smile, "There, now we can tell Korinne I have modeled it for you," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head with a soft giggle.
Corellion's eyes swept over her as she twisted and spun, and the way the dress moved with her as she did, her long hair hanging in softly waving curls down her back. The daringly split floor length skirt hugged the contours of her thighs and hips, but still left her freedom to move easily, giving glimpses of her tan legs other than what could be seen through laced windows that ran from just above her knees to just below her breasts.