When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

Surrender. It's what Regan has been waiting for. A smile tugs at her mouth and her amethyst eyes glow softly in response to his exposed palms. The gesture illicits a heady reaction -- for what predator doesn't thrive on the submission of their prey?

For a moment the girl studies his body. How to go about this? Her viking is so much larger and the task before her might be more difficult than anticipated. Her brow furrows and her teeth worry her lower lip in thought.

Que the eureka moment.

Gracefully, Regan settles on her knees before the hulking man. She tips her head back and for a moment their gazes collide. Something sparks in their depths but Regan's head lowers before the look is discernible. Cloth in hand she begins from the bottom up. Starting with his feet and sliding the cloth along muscled calves. Crouching now, she soaps his large thighs and delectable ass. (Ahem. Whoops. My bad.) Moving on the front, Regan cleans his hips before sliding low to cleanse...well, him. She might tarry a little longer than necessary in her exploration. It is her first time afterall.

Back on her feet fully, Regan now faces the challenge of how to do the rest of him. So much is out of her reach and she refuses to hop and up and down swiping at him.

Aha!

Slowly the girl lifts and single leg and hooks it around his thigh. Using her own strength she lifts the rest of her body from the floor of the shower and balances using him like a stripper pole. Now she can reach the rest of him.

Gaze level with his pecks, she decides to start there. Moving and scrubbing away the blood and grime. Regan keeps getting distracted by his own scars and the brilliant pieces of art inked upon his skin. One hand washes the area clean -- the other drifts over scars and traces ink with a feather light touch. His body is a wonderland and Regan could spend hours exploring him. Reaching around she gets his muscled back before lifting her body and attention towards his face.

Gently she removes the dried on bits and takes careful exception of his eyes. She runs her fingertips through his beard in guise of being thorough. Regan slides her fingers into his thick mane of hair and removes bits of debris. Her body is flush against his side. Her eyes level with his own. Job done she leans ever so closer and places the softest kiss upon his scarred cheek.

Cloth forgotten it falls to the shower floor.




"Thinks like this"