He could hardly deny the pleasure he took from those simple moments beneath that heated water. That utter bliss he found at her lips was unlike anything he had experienced before, Frost assured he might never forget the sight of her on her knees before him and those sheer sensations she lavished upon his body. She was worth those months and years, he was sure of that, those emotions that tugged at him in that simple afterglow were more intense then he had ever truly felt before. That affection he felt for her beyond simple attraction and affection. It was...more, somehow. The stallion decidedly unsure of just what that emotion was and yet it existed potently all the same. That single woman so fixating his attention in a way no woman had before. He desired her on a different level to any of those other women, even those whom had gone on to have his children. He had never loved them, not truly, not in the way he should have. He had never been allowed to form any true connection with them or those children he had fathered. The stallions perhaps....adjusting, still, to forming those deeper relationships with those beings around him. The man, for the first time, desiring something more. It was a want he was unfamiliar with and yet one he hardly wanted to deny.

One hand reached forward affectionately, brushing that wet hair away from her eyes as she pressed back against him. Frost finally afforded that chance to allow that more...gentle side of his nature to express itself, that part of the man so rarely seen behind those shields. He was almost loath to get out of that shower, the stallion bemoaning just that idea as he relished that warm water and yet if they planned to move tomorrow he supposed that bed was required. Frost surprisingly content with the idea of sharing the bed with his girlfriend for the first time, the man suggesting that arrangement remain even within his own time. She was, after all, not merely a member of his pack but the very being he had chosen to share those more intimate moments even if he still need learn just how best to express them. Nadya shifted then to turn off the water, Frost readily engaging his affinity to embrace them both in that heat and stop them losing to pleasant warmth they had established. His hand reached easily to take that towel from her, tying it around his waist as he finished drying those snowy white locks before following her into the bedroom. That towel was eventually discarded in favour of those boxer shorts, the man slipping them on as Nadya replaced her own towel with a silken outfit of some kind, one the man had never truly seen before, his gaze lingering readily upon her form and the place the fabric rested at her mid-thighs in a truly appealing fashion.

Frost easily moved to follow her to that bed then, the man assured Claire and Malia could survive one night without his presence in the home, the stallion sliding onto that bed and sleeping beneath those covers. Nadya moved near instantly to press against his side, the sensation unusual and yet not unappealing, that faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips. A soft sigh parted his lips then, the sound one of contentment before the woman's gentle words saw his lip quirk. Lucky was he.

"ég veit"

He uttered simply within those Icelandic lyrics, his lips pressing briefly to the top of her head before he settled fully within that bed with Nadya tucked close to the hard plans of his chest.


f r o s t
we built this city on broken glass