Authors Note: All copyright belongs to Bethesda Game Studios and I own nothing in this story.
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While Aela found the new Harbinger of the Companions very skillful in battle, she found herself being curious to how he was in bed. She herself was not a virgin-she had slept with plenty of men after too much mead-and she knew, somehow, that they had that trait in common. She did not fight her feelings for him-there was no point in doing so. However, her lust was competing against her feelings for him. How much did she actually want him?
The answer was provided about a week after the Dragonborn became Harbinger. He required a mate to come with him to help destroy a band of stubborn vampires and he selected Aela to be his Shield-Sister. She felt honor in travelling to The Reach with him, knowing that her bloodlust would soon be quenched. After the fighting was over (which didn't take long-the duo were part of the Companions for a damn good reason), the Dragonborn decided to wash off the blood in the river as night fell. Aela couldn't help but look at his body-his perfectly sculpted body-as he took off his armour.
She marvelled at his scars from his numerous adventures-she didn't think so many scars were possible to hide under simple armour. As he walked into the river and started washing himself, she made her choice. She hurridely took off her own armour and walked into the river to join him. She came up behind him slowly and touched him on the back. "It's me, Harbinger" she told him, pressing her body against his. "Aela, what are you doing?" he asked, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. Aela ignored his question-it didn't need an answer "You seem very tense, Harbinger. Your muscles look sore from swinging that warhammer around all day." she commented, running her hand down his back.