from dredhwen hyldypi ( @dcmination ) to eric northman ; ❛ beg . to make my muse beg .
this is not something eric expected to come out of their connection. his friendship with dred wasn't supposed to turn into anything more. and yet . . . he practically craved her. she was attractive, she understood him ( as well as anyone could ), and he'd never wanted anyone this much. he almost hates himself for it. but there's that something about her, and he moves in to make his move. he's irresistible and he knows it.
until he's apparently not.
dred's got a smirk on her face, and she puts her hand on his chest to push him back. eric may have over a foot on her, but he stops in his tracks. eric hears the word ( the command, if he's being truthful ) fall from her lips, and he isn't sure he's heard her right. he's a viking god, he's never had to work for sex a day in his life, and now dred wants him to beg. his lip twitches slightly, a reaction due to . . . annoyance? lust? he doesn't know which. all he knows is he needs her and he can't let something as silly as his pride get in the way.
❝ you want to see me beg? ❞ he asks, towering over her and looking down at her. god, does he even know how? he's never been the one in this situation. things are usually the other way around. ❝ please. ❞ it has to be a start, right? ❝ please let me show you what you'll be missing if you turn me away. ❞


















