you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

"What?" she demands when that look of incredulousness crosses Tetradore's face. The assassin didn't think she was being a problem, she simply just wanted this suit off. "If you don't want to help me I can do it myself," she mutters, her eyes turning away from him as she blushes; embarrassed that he might not want to help her. But her question is answered when Tetradore sits on the bed, moving closer to her and offering her a hand. Vhalla doesn't hesitate as she grasps his fingers, enjoying the warmth that so leaked from his flesh, as he pulls her to her side. Grunting at the movement, she was surprised to see that, that didn't hurt so bad, "Oh, this isn't bad at all," she comments as Tetradore wraps his arms around her and begins to tug down the zipper, that suit rolling off her body in turn.

It's only when that suit shifts on her shoulders does she grit her teeth, her eyes snapping close tightly as she keeps from throwing every filthy curse she knew at Tetradore as he slowly, but surely removes that suit. By the time he pauses, her eyes are still closed and she entirely misses that fleeting look he gave her breasts, instead she simply thought he was giving her a break to adjust to the painful situation. Panting, she braces herself for the peeling of the suit, a bit of caked blood sticking the suit to her arm but she doesn't complain, she only opens her eyes when her arms have been removed from the sleeves, the suit hanging around her hips briefly before Tetradore finishes pushing it all the way off, and in turn, discarding it on the ground.

Quickly, the blankets were thrown back on top of her, the comforter smacking her in the face as she flinches at the contact. Chuckling to herself quietly, she pulls the blanket down so its tucked beneath her arms and successfully hiding her breasts from Tetradore. Quickly watching him tuck himself on the other side of the bed, she can immediately feel his warmth through the sheets and she very nearly sighs in appreciation until her eyes travel the length of that muscled body, her eyes stopping just below his hips. Vhalla practically chokes as she falls into an absurd coughing fit. It takes a moment before the assassin can get herself under control and somewhere in the back of her mind she's pleased that her body can cause the man to react the way he did.

The woman had never bed anyone that was her choice. Perhaps, she had come close to William, but he had vanished leaving a hole in her heart. She had vowed she wouldn't be so easily swooned by someone again, yet there was a certain connection between her and Tetradore, as much as she wanted to deny it; she found it rather... difficult. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you undressing me would cause you to um, you know..." she trails off, her face blushing crimson as she watches Tetradore angle himself away from her, attempting to hide his damning body. "You know, you're quite impressive-," she immediately cuts herself off, a groan emitting from her lips as she falls back into the pillows, drawing the blankets up to cover her face, "I can't believe I said that," she says embarrassed beyond belief, "Not that you aren't impressive, you are," she rambles quickly on, her face hidden from view.

"You know what? I'm going to stop talking, that would be the smart thing to do," again, her speech is quick and her entire body flushes with heat, warming the bed, chasing away any cold that lingered between those sheets. Taking a deep breath, she peeks out from under the covers, her cheeks red, as she eyes Tetradore, "Ah, I'm sorry. This is... new territory for me. I've never invited someone to spend the night with me unless it was to fulfill a job Ivan wanted done," she admits, her fingers gripping the blanket rather hard. Noticing that death grip, she loosens her hands, smoothing out the crinkles as another wave of heat courses through her body, albeit a much different heat than being embarrassed. So, she did find the were-King attractive, and that said attractive man was naked in her bed. Clearing her throat quickly, she turns to Tet, lifting the blankets slightly, flashing those breasts by accident as she gestures for him to get in.

"It's cold, come on," she complains as she watches him slide into the comforter.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered