The thought of just how much stuff Nadya might have, when so combined with her own clothing and all of the 'equipment' that came with the twins was not a consideration Frost had truly paused to think on until now. It was that simply state of relaxation, he supposed, in the wake of all they had just done that saw his mind drift almost lazily to those idle thoughts as his violet gaze drifted around that room, his chest rising and falling in a far more even pattern now as his breath returned to him. That physical fitness for once having proven useful for an activity outside his training with Alexander. The Hunter veritably obsessed with assuring they both remained physically fit even if Frost remained assured no impending war was coming. Still, he hardly questioned it now, his arm resting around Nadya still, holding her figure against his own and relishing in the heat off her body and that simple scent of her. It was a possessive notion and yet one he saw little need to dispute in any sense. Nadya was entirely his own now, in every sense of the word, Frost willing to let those possessive ideals flourish within him. Both those animalistic and human sides satisfied in that rare moment of peace for the man.

His gaze flickered briefly back toward her as she spoke, Frost assured he had enough room for her and her children regardless, his home was expansive in every sense of the word with enough rooms that several alone could be dedicated to storage if need be. Although how large a wardrobe he was going need for her clothing was a new consideration along with those children's toys and everything that came with them. Still, they would make do, he was assured of that. A part of him oddly determined to.... provide for that small family what he chose to believe her previous pack had not. His head nodded subtly at her assurance the twins room would merely be transferred in a fashion, that could be arranged, the pair given separate rooms when they were older. Nadya's mention that her things could go in her room was met with a momentary frown. Frost so having simply considered she would share his. Was that not how this worked? She was his girlfriend and more then that she was living with him. Should they not share a bed? The equine was momentarily left considering the nature of relationships, his experience in them decidedly lacking. The man remaining silent until Nadya asked whether or not he wished to join her, his gaze drawn upward curiously as the slender woman rose from the bed to make her way toward that bathroom. Those words seeming almost familiar to him. Frost unable to prevent that ghost of a simper that touched his lips, the man not above admiring that view of her naked figure as she walked away from him.

He rose effortlessly from that bed in turn, striding toward that adjoining bathroom to slip into that steam-filled space, sliding the shower door closed behind him. Nadya so apparently having, finally, decided to take him up on that offer of a shower. His own form shifted just so, allowing that heated water to hit his flesh and run down his figure in heated rivulets that were nothing but blissful against his skin. Those physical desires had been satisfied so recently and yet how readily they tugged at him again once more at even that sight of her within the water. His body responding to that alone, readying itself all over again to enjoy that woman standing before him as his hands reached forward to rest upon her waist, drawing her closer to him to feel her skin against his own. How much better this was they any intimate moment he had ever shared with anyone before. How much difference that genuine affection made. How much he simply desired her in every way. That idle comment that he had taken long enough was met with the simple lift off an eye, his head dipping to press his lips to her neck, teasing a pattern on that flesh as that water soaked his hair to a darker white and ran across his skin.

"I was....thinking."

He uttered almost against that flesh, leaning gently away a moment later to meet her gaze once more, both his eyes so clearly visible now as that water plastered his hair against his face in a fashion almost boyish.

"If you want your own room, Naja, you can have it- if you wanted to share mine though, I would not be opposed. The choice is yours."

It was surely easier to simply allow her the option of either, Frost content to allow her to decide how she would be more comfortable. He was notoriously private by nature and yet allowing her to see into those more private aspects off his life was surely acceptable in at least some capacity. The man hardly willing to afford her every secret overnight and yet, step by step he might be more willing to allow her to....know him as others did not. As he so rarely allowed another to come even close too. That washcloth against his chest stirred a smile to his lips all the same, Nadya working at his skin almost diligently with those genteel touches before her hands slipped all the lower still, grasping that most sensitive part of himself and stealing that groan from his lips as his head dipped in the same moment to capture her own in that kiss. Each stroke off her hand only further stirring those sounds from within him. Her hands by far the most glorious thing he had ever felt, his hips shifting slightly in an effort to increase that friction and her touch. Her words only barely heard through that haze of growing pleasure, his lips pulling just back from her own. His breath slightly unsteady.

"Then I will show it to you. Though you make it impossibly.... difficult to think when you're doing that."

He uttered softly, that faintest of teases within his words as his hands rose upward, relishing that slick, warm feel off her skin before he stole that washcloth from her. One hand easily drew it across her side, massaging that soap into her skin, drawing it lower and over her behind with a sensual slowness. Frost content to explore all of her as he let that cloth brush between her limbs, stealing another kiss as he did. The man relishing every feeling she as capable off affording him. His words slightly breathless still from those touches.

"You would like my country, I think, Naja."








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