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          Uhtred ended up lying down next to him, his body was sweaty and his breathing still labored. His gaze remained on him when he heard him. ❝——Why?❞ he asked without taking his eyes off him, Uhtred was running his fingers over Alfred's bare chest in an affectionate way.

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     Stiorra’s tongue was as sharp as her wit; she was as strong-willed and just as foolish as her father but the kind words from the King had stunned her into silence for the moment. “Is it not the custom of your church to be alone?” Her resentment for the nailed god was anything but veiled but tight-lipped, Stiorra made room for the King on the plank wooden bench. “If you did not wish me to be alone you should not have sent my father away.”

          ❝——Why would I do that? It's just good sex, isn't it?❞ he asked as he listened to him, it was one thing to be attracted to someone and another to fall in love. Of course Uhtred wouldn't want to accept that there were feelings involved and of course they were present. From hate to love there is only one step, Uhtred lived it fully but it was a secret inside him that he did not dare yet to reveal. He found himself kissing Alfred's neck, he had his sword pressed to his chest while his arms were around his waist. Uhtred's lips moved to Alfred's neck. ❝Or are you falling in love with me?❞ he asked in a whisper and as always using a flirtatious tone.

Uhtred tried to restrain himself when he felt Alfred but his body had reacted out of inertia to which he tried to push him away when he heard his comment causing his brow to furrow causing him to shake his head. "I'm not sensitive" he was never going to accept that he was, he refused.

          He was trying to lie to himself that he hadn't liked spending that boundary with Alfred, he couldn't get it out of his head and that was a problem. Mainly because he had told him before everything, he was the king but deep down he didn't care. Unlike him he didn't care if he was a Christian, it was what he believed and in the end as long as he didn't force him to change he didn't care in the least, he had many Christian friends.He had not told anyone although he could tell something was going on with him because several times Finan had asked him why they had not returned to Cookham which he did not know how to tell him that he could not leave Winchester now, there was something more than an oath that prevented him from leaving.  He was in the bar with his friends drinking when one of Alfred's guards came up to let him know that the king wanted to see him, he took what was left of his drink in one gulp and got up, without repelling, a strange thing for him to do. He got up and went to where he was told to go, although he was surprised because they were not usually the halls where they met, it was a private room... intimate, with no one to disturb. He opened the doors, observing the king there and could not help but smile subtly. He closed the doors ending up approaching towards him. ❝——You wanted to see me?❞ he asked with interest, his eyes fixed on his trying to contain his royal desires.

          Uhtred was with Alfred in the garden, that garden that was forbidden to everyone.... Except for them. Alfred was lying on the grass and Uhtred was on top of him, tickling him. ❝——I love you so much, my sensitive man❞ he whispered against his lips and stopped his tickling. He left a kiss on his lips, ❝Do you like this?❞ he left another on his nose again. ❝Or this?❞ he left another on his forehead again. ❝Or this?❞ his tone was flirtatious but his state was very playful, he left a kiss on his cheek again. ❝Or this?❞ and moved down to his neck leaving another. ❝Or this?❞ he whispered.