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

Regan enjoys being in his arms. The world seems to look different from higher up. She wiggles closer and wraps her other leg around his waist and settles against his side, bottom resting on his forearm. She ignores his warning. If anything it eggs her on as she dares just a little bit more. She presses her lips against the side of his neck and nuzzles the sensitive flesh. All warm and slick her tongue darts out and tastes. She can't help herself.

Delicious. Him and the situation.

He grabs her closer. His hold possessive and yet deceptively gentle. Regan snuggles in closer and rests her small head against the hollow of his shoulder. He is surprisingly comfortable and she settles in as the viking removes them from the shower. The bite of cold air kisses her skin and riddles her flesh with goosebumps. His calloused hand sliding up her back before he is lowering her to the bed. Damp skin meeting soft linen sheets before he hefts her higher up. A giggle slides into his mind as a smile quirks her lips. The dies a sudden death when he follows her down and settles himself atop her. Panic and something else rise inside of her. Her breaths become shallow and her breasts heave against his chest. The friction is delightful and frightening. What an oxymoron they make of eachother.

His chest lifts and droplets fall from the smattering of hairs to kiss and glide across her skin. Their gazes lock and again something infinite and indescribable passes between them; before his hand lifts and smooths the hair from her forehead. Regan turns her head into his touch before tilting her head back and kissing the center of his palm. Her viking slides slightly to the side and Regan turns her head to keep their gazes locked. Her expression is soft and a smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she feels his heavy arm settle upon her chest. It would seem she enjoys his touch.

Who would have guessed. Not her.

He settles against her and Regan wiggles her head a little closer until she can feel his chin against her forehead. The brush of his thumb against her breast causes a contended sigh to escape her lips. The question, followed by his rumbling tummy causes her to laugh silently. Her voice slides into his mind with a husky "Mmmm." It doesn't really answer his question and she knows it. Reaching out with a delicate hand she traces the tattoos on his arm absently, delaying their moment for just a little while longer. Finally she meets his gaze and nods her assent. "I could eat." Lifting her head she kisses the skin of his wrist where he is still idly tracing a nipple.




"Thinks like this"