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“My love?” Finan called bursting through the door of his home as if he were lit on fire. The excited Irishman could no doubt be heard halfway across the village. “Are ya here?”

“I am. What do you want?” She asked, placing the wooden spoon down from stirring the pot on the fire. “What is the rush?”

“No rush.” His dark eyes lit up in the soft afternoon light. Dark hair tousled from nearly sprinting home, his smile wide under his growing beard. The warm months were coming fast, which meant in a short while the animal living on his face would be shorn down. How she hated those days.

“You run in here, shouting like a man in battle, and not even so much as a kiss?” She teased, wiping her hands on the cloth beside the hearth.

“Aye, forgive my excitement.” He winked, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her like a man who had been starved of touch for several years. A feeling that Finan knew too well. “I have brought ya something.”

Pulling at the leather satchel that he wore across his body, he placed it on the wooden table, grinning from ear to ear. The last time he had brought her a gift they had been left with weeks of song, as the blue bird he'd managed to save from a feral cat, sang praises morning and night. When it was well enough, she had let it go and lied – saying it flew away on it's own. She didn't have the heart or the tolerance to keep the bird any longer.

“Have you?” Tilting her head, she watched as he reached into his satchel, producing an object wrapped in a white cloth.

Allowing the cloth to fall away, Finan watched with amusement as she gasped and felt her cheeks burn. “I believe ya will find it most intriguing.”

“What is that?” placing a hand to her chest, she glared at him suspiciously.

“It's...” Finan held up the leather clad cock like object with a wide and hearty grin. The Irish man had very little shame for a man who claimed to be Christian. “An appendage.”

“An appendage?”

“Yes. It's wood, on the inside.” Finan explained, placing a small pot of oil on the table. “This goes with it.”

"What is it for?"

"Aye! Ya can use it when I am not here, for uh..." Finan cleared his throat as she picked up the brown object. Moving it in her delicate hand, she eyed it curiously. "Pleasure."

“Finan, I believe that you have entirely lost it.”

“No, look, it's a real thing. I've heard that some of the nuns use them, for...things in which would cause a nun to sin, if done with a man.”

“Are you saying that I should be in the convent, then?”

“No, I am saying that I know how lonely ya get when I am gone. It might not be a such a bad idea, to have a bit of relief.” Finan stood wide eyed, trying to work his way out of this one. Oh this could be tricky. “The whores, at the ale house, they use them too. Sometimes on the men.”

“So now I am a whore?” shoving the wooden cock back at her husband, she scowled.

Shaking his head, wooden cock still in his grasp, Finan huffed. “Not at all, my love. Ya are the most wholesome and honest of women. I would never think of ya as a whore.”

“What's wrong with being a whore? I believe Sihtic's wife was a whore, was she not? She's a fine lady.”

“No, I didn't mean...well yes, she's a fine lady. I...oh stop it.” Finan grumbled in frustration.

Taking joy in Finan's flustered state, she stood before him, her delicate hand reaching out to stroke his thick beard. Eyes bright and teasing, he should have known that she would take the chance to rouse him. She always took the chance to torment him, whenever she could. It was a quality he loved so much about her.

Holding the wooden cock, in the middle of their house, Finan huffed and narrowed his gaze. “W-would ya like to try it?”

A bold question.

Shrugging lazily, she scrunched her nose and gently sighed. “I suppose, shall I wait for you to leave?”

“Why would you need to wait?”

“In case I decide that I prefer it. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed.” A smile from the devil himself graced her angel like features.

Finan rolled his eyes. “Ah, is that what ya think?”

Shrugging she smirked. “Already I see that it has some differences, especially in size.”

“Now look here, woman.” Finan's brow creased. “I can take that back, just as easily.”

No he could not.

The woman he had gotten it from was strict, once he laid his coin down, this was now his to worry about. At the very least, they could strip it and use it as a fire starter. Finan hoped, deep in his chest, he hadn't wasted good coin on fire wood.

“I am teasing, Finan. You must relax, perhaps we need to use this for you?” a glimmer in her eye, told him that she was teasing, partially. She knew how relaxed he often became after they'd humped.

“I uh...I wouldn't...I don't....um. Maybe?” Finan stammered, feeling a slight drop in the pit of his stomach. “Though ya should try it first, it's your gift.”

In his younger days, while he was foolish and spry, there had been a few encounters that Finan had taken with other young men. Curious and bored, they would often explore one another, looking for release they did not have to provide for themselves. Never would Finan allow a single soul to know such a secret, yet he had always felt there were things that his wife knew, despite how far he had buried them under.

She would never judge him for his past, a lonely prince, looking for his place of belonging.

One evening, she had asked him for a whore from the ale house, needing to satisfy a craving that she'd taken. Her own past endeavours needing to be scratched once more. Another woman's flesh against her own, as her husband watched from his chair where he would often sit by the fire, sharpening Soul-Stealer or whittling. On that particular evening, he had sat as the fire light cast a golden glow against two women, tangled in one another, as if goddesses sent to earth.

“I will never know what possessed you to think of such a gift.” She chuckled at him.

“I am a thoughtful and generous man.” Finan laughed, swatting her ass as she walked by.

“The most generous.” She concluded with a snort. “Finan, do you wish to try my gift? If you do, then I will not judge.”

“For now it is yours, perhaps another time I can see what all the fuss is about? For now, I want to know, does it pleasure ya as I can?” His voice low, his accent growing thicker.

“Hmm, you wish to see the competition?”

“Aye, I do.” He nodded firmly. “I want to see if I can let ya keep it or burn the cursed thing.”

“Oh, you fool. I will promise you now, I will never love another cock the way that I love yours.” She pinched his cheek, moving to push aside the curtain to their bed. “Well,” she gestured to the wooden cock on the table, “shall we play then?”

Eyeing her with a subtle eagerness, as drew back the linen that separated their main house from the bed, Finan felt his chest grow tight. Lifting her skirt, she smiled at him with a hint of deviousness. Sliding back onto the bed, she hiked her skirt higher, allowing it to sit above her hips and ass. Excitement tinged the air as if a storm were to strike at any second.

Hands smoothing against her thighs, she bit her bottom lip and waited with anticipation as Finan lifted the appendage – as he called it, along with the small pot of oil. Moving the wooden cock back and forth in his hand, his face serious for a split second as if he were trying to work out the most intense question. The weight of the cock was surprisingly light, the leather smooth and the shape certainly didn't leave any question as to what it was supposed to be.

Standing with it in his hand, Finan wrapped his fist around the girth. Eh, he huffed. Only a tiny bit bigger than he was.

“Finan.” She called from where she was perched on the edge of the bed. Watching her husband fist the wooden cock. Watching as he rolled it over in his fist, glancing at it from every angle as if it were a new sword blade, stirred something inside. Perhaps it was a sin to enjoy such a moment? If that were the case then her soul was already damned.

“Aye?” He lifted his head to look at her, his cheeks flushing red under his beard. He'd been caught admiring the craftsmanship a little too closely. Eventually, maybe, one day he would agree to test it himself.

“Are we going to play or are you going to sit there and admire it all day?” Teasing, she winked and slid her body back further.

“Hold your horses.” He tutted at her with a slight chuckle. “It needs to be prepared. First, you put the oil on it.” He explained, tipping the lid off of the small pot. “Just a bit.” He cautioned, dipping his callused finger tip into the pot of oil that he had brought with him. The oil had a light floral scent, though not too overbearing. Smearing the oil against the wooden cock, Finan's brow creased in concentration. “Only a little, will do.”

“Only a little.” She repeated, propped on her elbows watching him prepare the gift that he had so thoughtfully brought her.

“Once it's coated,” he held it upright allowing a bit of oil to drip onto his hand, “ya um...did ya want to?”

“Oh, I've never...fingers sure. Would you?” She felt her cheeks heating with the admission. Finan wasn't a fool, he understood that a woman needed pleasure as much as a man, even when she had to create the pleasure on her own. Hence why he had brought home such a gift.

“If ya want me to stop at any point, tell me.” He took a step forward, kissing her cheek and grinning. Beard tickling her skin, she nodded and held her breath. Chest tight and stomach in knots, she laid back allowing Finan to take control.

Parting her legs, he swiped an oil soaked finger against her folds. Wet already, as he suspected she would be. Placing a kiss to her bare thigh, he took a second to glance up at her. Bottom lip between her teeth, chest barely moving. He reminded her to breathe. Inhaling deeply, she felt the smooth leather pressing against her. An unfamiliar sensation.

What an odd, yet arousing feeling.

Slowly pressing the tip to her wet folds, Finan watched her like a hawk. He knew her well enough to stop or continue, although he wanted her to say it.

“Are ya good with this?”

“I am.” She swallowed hard, fingers digging into her skirt in anticipation of what the next moment would bring.

Angling the wooden cock just so, Finan slid it the rest of the way into her. Gasping and rocking her hips ever so slightly, her eyes fluttered and Finan watched. Waiting for his next command.

“Oh that is...” She drew a deep breath as the foreign object invaded her body. She was certainly no maiden nor was she innocent to the pleasure of a man. She and Finan had been together for three winters, married for two. In that time they had had their fair share of intimacy, even engaging in the occasional fuck behind the ale house when they'd had a few too many and couldn't wait to get home.

“How is that?”

“It's...different, but not a bad different?”

“Ya look like an angel.” He commented, taking in the sight of his wife spread on their bed as the wooden cock took his place inside of her. Finan slowly moved the object back, causing her to whimper at the emptiness it created. In a swift second he pushed it back inside, earning a pleased gasp and moan.

Finding the rhythm with his hand around the end of the wooden cock, Finan watched in awe as she stretched and took it perfectly. Many nights he had watched as she devoured his cock, taking every single inch without hesitation or complaint. To think that when he was gone, for seasons at a time, she wouldn't be left feeling so frustrated or angry whenever the ... need arose.

Her body felt as though it had been cast into the fire, heating with each stroke that Finan took. She opened her eyes, watching as her husband delicately orchestrated each movement with grace and precision. Deep in concentration, Finan was taking this as seriously as he took each move and swing of his sword on the battle field.

“Finan.” She gripped his forearm, tightening the grip as the wooden cock intruded on her. “Oh.”

“Would ya like to try?” He placed her hand on the object, his hand over hers, guiding the pace. “When you're ready, I'm going to let go.”

Clasping the wooden cock in her hand had been awkward at first, attempting to get her hand around it and be comfortable. Under Finan's guidance she managed to keep the pace of the strokes going, her wrist aching but not wanting to give up until she reached that peak of bliss. As promised, once she got the hang of it, Finan's hand slipped away and he took a seat on his chair.

Removing his sword and loosening the tie on his trousers, to get comfortable. Settled he began to palm his growing cock. Straining against the confines, begging for attention. Watching her body quiver as she worked the wooden cock was a feast for the eyes. Why hadn't Finan bought her one of these sooner?

Dipping two fingers into the oil, Finan watched it run down onto the palm of his battled hardened hand. Smooth and silky, much like the feel of her skin under his touch. Rubbing his fingers against his hand to spread the oil, he grunted making a fist around his ready cock. Stroking slowly as first, not wanting to find his release before she did, he sighed and felt his body shudder at the sensation.

Oil warming against his skin, as he thrust into his fist, he could smell the floral scent from the oil filling the room. Laid back on the bed, legs wide, she moaned his name as the wooden object pleasured her. Finding a steady rhythm, she gasped and cried out as it nudged all the right places. One hand on the wooden cock, the other placed against her folds, she teasingly brushed her fingers against the sensitive ball of nerves. Twisting her clit between her thumb and finger, she arched her back and bucked her hips into the pleasure.

“Ya are beautiful.” He grunted, stroking his own cock.

Watching her writhe as she drew the wooden cock from her body, then slid it back inside to be taken, Finan's breathing began to grow heavier with each stroke. His pace matching hers, as he tightened his hand around his cock. How he wished to be the one bringing her such elation.

His seed spilling over his hand and dribbling down along his thighs. Head back and mouth a gape, he looked like a man lost. Her body quivered and clenched around the wooden object, not as satisfying as her husband, but she was certain that it would fill the void while Finan was gone for such long stretches – as he often was.

Sat in his chair, eyes closed, breath heavy Finan felt as though his body was on fire. Vaguely he could hear her moving around, the sound of soft foot steps against the rough wooden floor. He opened his eyes, when he sensed her hovering over him. Grasping his cock, she was careful to help it find her wetness, straddling his lap. Nestled inside of her, Finan felt his body shake as she moved her hips against him.

“I think ya are a bit eager, my love.” His laugh was groggy and his voice weary.

“Perhaps. But is it a crime to sit with my husband?” She asked adjusting her hips, to take him deeper.

“Not at all.” Finan shook his head, looking at her through hooded eyes.

Bending forward, she captured his lips. Kissing him gently at first, tongues finding one another, as she pressed into his chest and rocked her hips against him. Moaning into his mouth, she whimpered and steadied herself by grabbing his broad shoulders.

“Finan.” her voice worn.

“Steady on, my love.” He coaxed, hands on her hips thrusting into her. “No need to rush, sit as long as ya need.”

“I could stay like this all night.” She smiled resting her chin on his shoulder. Taking in the scent, sweat mixed with the hint of oil that they had used. “I love feeling your cock.”

“Aye, my cock agrees.”

“You fool.” She swatted him in the chest.

“Do you think that will do, while my cock is away?” His eyes trailing across her face and along her lips. How he loved her lips. Once they had caught their breath maybe he would ask her how she felt taking the wooden cock in her mouth as she often did his.

“I must say, the gift. Oh my,” she paused, twisting the string to the cross around his neck, “what a thoughtful present for your wife.”

Sunday Morning, a typical day to be lazy as one could. Especially in the morning. With no rush to leave the bed, stretched out against the lush bedding. A cosy oasis of sorts. Warm, welcoming, and holding you captive – or so it would seem.

Rolling over to find the warm body of Sihtric replaced with a bouquet of pink tulips, you smile and reach for the flowers. The man moves like a ghost, no sound or trace. Quiet, as if he could float undetected throughout the house. A skill he had picked up over the years that had served him well, or so he told, yet never why or how he had picked up such a talent. You pull the flowers closer, inhaling the scent almost as vibrant as the colours.

On the pillow is a pink piece of paper, in Sihtric's near perfect handwriting you read : Breakfast in the garden, bring your smile and appetite.

Sihtric had a bit of a thing for breakfast in the garden, who could blame him? It was the most romantic space in your home. Although it was by no means big, it was tranquil and relaxed, when you stepped into the garden first thing in the morning – it was like the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

Picking up your robe from the chair next to the window, you peeked through the blind at the sun cascading through the trees, leaves moving in the breeze. A picture perfect morning to unwind and start the day in a slow moving fashion. Tying the belt of your robe, you take a second to enjoy the silkiness on your bare skin. Still not bothered to get dressed fully, after shedding your clothing across the bedroom at the hands of the handsome Dane in your kitchen.

The delicious smell from the kitchen greeted you, as your feet softly land against the cool tiles in the hall. You didn't have to say a word, Sihtric had heard the bedroom door open and was ready to greet you.

“Good morning.” Sihtric sang out, against the quiet classical playing in the background. Around his legs, as always, was the orange cat with the greenest eyes. Never far from Sihtric, Citron purred loudly.

“Good morning.” You sigh, placing the large bouquet of flowers on top of the work space. “I don't suppose you know how these got in bed with me?”

“Ah, it must have been the gnomes.” a smirk lighting up his face, his eyes sparkling – one soft hazel and the other a brilliant greenish. “Do you like them?”

“I do.” Pulling at the edge of the soft robe, you find yourself shivering despite it not being cold. You had been cosy in bed, leaving it had been a bit of a chore. Although, you were certain it was worth it by the look and smell of what Sihtric was up to.

“Breakfast is almost ready, I have your tea steeping, in the meantime why don't you head out and take a seat.” Dark curls pushed away from his face, as he concentrated on getting the omelette just right.

“Breakfast, flowers, and you've made my tea? Charming, aren't you.” teasing him, you place a kiss on his cheek and he winks playfully shooing you out to the table on the patio.

Four years since you had been set up with Sihtric, courtesy of your friend Thyra. Funnily enough, her husband Beocca seemed to hate Sihtric – but that didn't deter Thyra from assuring you that he was one of the kindest people she had ever met. One of the most handsome as well. Walking into the small cafe, you had been told that he was tall, with dark curls on one side of his head – odd but whatever – and the most charming smile.

Immediately you spotted a man with one side of his head shaved, the most gorgeous dark curls cascading across the other. A shy smile and a nervous stammer is how he had greeted you. Sihtric had been a bit skeptical, but he trusted Thyra. Even if he hated the idea of a blind date.

Thyra had raved about you, whenever somebody mentioned Sihtric and his life as a bachelor. Determined that the two of you would be the greatest couple, the sweet and endearing redhead had been right. Like most things, Thyra had a knack for being right. She also had a knack for being a wonderful matchmaker.

Two years together, Sihtric had asked you to marry him. A little over a year ago the two of you had gotten married in a three day celebration. Some how, you had allowed your friends to talk you into such a party. Never the less, it had been a grand three days. By the time it wrapped up on the Sunday evening, Sihtric swore that he never wanted to see another party so long as he lived.

Stepping out into the back garden, you can't help but smile when you see that Sihtric is already prepared. The table is set with an array of dishes, covered in linen tea towels to keep the bugs away. Had he gone out before you woke? Or had he been hiding pastries on the very top shelf of the pantry again? Often times, when he wanted to surprise you, he'd take the extra time to hide things on the very top shelf, knowing that you would never look there. Hell, even Sihtric needed a stool to reach the damn thing.

In the kitchen, Sihtric was content to hum along with Vivaldi's Spring from Four Seasons, as he finished off breakfast. You could hear him chatting away with Citron, as he often did. You would joke that in your home the level of priority for Sihtric was as followed : Citron and then Wife. Sometimes it would rank Citron, his motor cycle, then Wife.

Sihtric would hear you say such a thing and roll his eyes. Always insisting that you came before anything else, although some times Citron was first. But you definitely came in before his motor cycle.

You had married a clever man.

On the table was the Sunday paper, although you rarely read it, Sihtric would leave it out just in case you had changed your mind. Picking it up to read the dismal headlines, you sigh and let it fall back onto the table. The fluttering paper causing a soft thud as it landed back on the wood. The world was something to be desired, which meant hiding away in your garden was the perfect escape.

Back here where the real world was unable to reach you.

Sihtric had worked hard designing the perfect escape right outside of the kitchen door.

From the little oasis in the garden, you could somewhat see the backside of your neighbour's home. Their windows facing into your garden, yet hidden from ground level by the hedges that Sihtric had decided to plant. They would add a bit more privacy, he'd insisted they go in before anything else. Growing nicely, they certainly had been doing their job.

Birds chirping and the odd buzzing of a bee, breakfast in the garden was truly a good idea. Closing your eyes for a moment, you listen to the sounds. From the open kitchen window, you can hear Sihtric working away. Pans creating a dull clang, and the music softly escaping.

Lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the door sliding open. A slight startle when Sihtric's voice was so close to you, opening your eyes you look at your husband who has a wide grin.

“Did you sleep well?” Sihtric asked, calling Citron to the door.

Reaching for the tie out leash, Sihtric securely snapped it to the yellow harness that the cat wore. It was a gorgeous morning and Citron deserved to enjoy it as well. As usual, you rolled your eyes and smiled at the man you loved. He spoiled that cat.

“I did. Although, I really wished that you'd stayed in bed longer.” You smile as the cat wanders along the patio, searching for some bugs to hunt.

“I'm sorry, I was restless. I know that you don't sleep with me tossing and turning.” He apologised, kissing your cheek and giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Besides, I thought you deserved a nice rest. You were pretty exhausted last night.”

“And whose fault is that?” You playfully chide.

Leaning over your shoulder, Sihtric's lips inches from your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “I didn't hear you complain.”

“Never.” Shaking your head with a deep chuckle, you turn to look at him. His dark hair tousled and eyes bright, he is loving every second of this as he kisses you. “Now, since Citron is out, and I have been waiting, where is my breakfast?”

“Demanding.” Sihtric tutted and pouted. “I will bring it out in a moment.”

Disappearing back into the house, his kiss lingering, you peek through the door as he waltzes around the kitchen. Approaching the door with a large tray, piled with plates, a tea pot, and various other items Sihtric returns to the patio. Placing the tray down before you on the table, he extends his arms and smiles wide.

“M'lady. Breakfast.”

“Did you cook everything in the house?” You tease reaching for the tea pot, pouring your first cup of the morning. How you had survived this long, a mystery. Most mornings, nobody dares to look at you before a cup of tea.

“Not everything, but almost.” Reaching for a plate, he places it before you. Kissing your cheek, he gestures to your favourite omelette. “I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed. Besides, we both know that most of this is going to be eaten.”

“I swear, some days I wonder about you.” You tease, taking a sip of tea.

Sitting diagonally from you, Sihtric pours his cup of tea and blows out a breath. Pretending to be exhausted from making such a breakfast. In his favourite cat mug, he adds a tiny bit of milk to his tea and licks his lips. Much better.

Citron meowed from his spot under the hammock, where he had stalked a bug. Lazing in the shade, the yellow cat yawned and stretched out. Sihtric chuckled and raised in his chair, checking to make sure his precious baby was doing okay. Rolling your eyes, you smile at him and shake your head.

It was your second date that Sihtric had told you about his furry little friend. A small, yellow ball of fluff, Citron had almost fit in Sihtric's hand. You had caught on fairly early, if you were to keep the man, then you must accept the cat – done. Easy enough. You loved them both, how could you not?

“He looks happy.” You comment around a bite of breakfast.

“He is very happy. As am I.”

“Good to know.”

“Do we have any plans for today?” Picking up a segment of orange, Sihtric looks at you as if he expected you to have some sort of diabolical agenda for the day to come.

“Dishes? Maybe a nap after we devour all of this?” You smirk, wiping your napkin across the corner of your mouth. “Not really. Were you thinking of something?”

“Not really. Maybe stay in? Get naked? Watch a movie?” Sihtric raised his brow, a grin plastered to his face. “We could also go for a walk, but not naked, or the art market. Is that today?”

Promising to double check on the art market, after breakfast, you can't help but sigh in contentment. This has to be the near perfect morning.

“Gods, you are gorgeous.” Sihtric muttered, leaning back in his chair as he observed you.

Tea cup raised, as you looked out across the back garden, the morning sun hitting you at just the right angle. A soft sigh slipped through your lips, as you raised your cup of tea, taking a sip. Licking your lips and placing the cup on the saucer. Sihtric was enamoured and completely enchanted.

If you had heard his compliment then you were playing it cool.

Sihtric often said such things because he adored the way it would fluster you. You would sputter and roll your eyes, telling him that he was foolish, despite his insisting that every bit of it was the truth. Some times, he knew that you failed to see yourself as he did. In turn, he often times didn't see the same man that you did, when he stood in front of the mirror.

“You're silly.” You commented with a coy grin.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees above you, causing your skin to raise with tiny goose bumps. Pulling the robe a little closer together at the top, you felt the breeze go straight through you. Leaning over to pour another cup of tea, it was then Sihtric realised that there was nothing between your body and the robe.

“Come over here and I'll warm you up.” Sihtric tapped his knee.

There were times when Sihtric would look at you with pure lust, akin to an animal pacing their cage and waiting to pounce. A man who was miles away as he watched you move. Like a man from another time and place, gauging what kind of intriguing and strange woman you were. As you stood, you feel his eyes roaming you.

Shivering, you pull the robe tighter cursing your decision to not get dressed, properly. Cup of tea in hand, you take a sip of the warm liquid and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

“Better?”

“Much.” You nod and kiss his cheek.

Hand sliding between the opening of your robe, Sihtric nudges your thighs apart with his hand. Cupping you, he grazes a finger between your folds, causing you to squirm against his hand. Breathing slightly heavier, you raise your cup of tea with a tiny tremor in your hand.

“Stand for a second.” instructing, he gently pushes you from his lap as you huff. Pulling down the front of his sweats, he releases his cock, looking at you with an air of innocence. Rolling your eyes, you should have known there would be a catch. Encouraging you to lift your robe before sitting back down, Sihtric smirks.

“Sihtric, what if people hear?” You hiss as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Your protest was weak and he knew it. God, how good he felt filling you. Each inch more pleasurable than the last as you stretched around him.

“If you behave, they will be none the wiser.” He shrugs, enjoying the feeling of your body on his.

This certainly isn't the first time that the two of you have sat out on the patio in such a state. One reason for the large hedges, you were certain, was for this very reason. One thing about Sihtric was his taste for – unconventional sex. Nothing too dramatic, a bit of cock warming while you sat out by the fire or indulged in breakfast.

Leaning forward to reach for your plate, you made sure to wiggle around a tiny bit. Sihtric sighed and steadied his hand as he tried to take a drink of his tea. The last thing he wanted to do was spill it and burn you. Placing his cup down with an unsteady hand, he clenched his fist and slowly exhaled, closing his eyes.

He is the one who put you into this position.

Now he would have to suffer his consequences.

Oh how he enjoyed that part the most.

Steadying your movements, you continued to pick away at breakfast. Neither of you bothering to address the fact that your husband was now nestled inside of you. Sipping tea and talking about the day to come, as if it were the most common thing. Sometimes, it was.

Licking his lips, Sihtric softly brushes a few pastry crumbs from your shoulder. You turn to glance at him, with a small smile. Offering the piece of cheese that you'd picked up. Inhaling deeply, you can feel every inch of his hard cock inside of you. From the outside it appeared to be nothing more than a couple, in love, enjoying the first meal of the day.

A hand placed around your waist, Sihtric sighs and subtly moves his hips forward. Moaning softly, you bite down hard into the piece of kiwi that was on your fork.

“Easy.” He teases.

“Is this your way of telling me that breakfast is over?”

“Not at all.” He reaches around you, picking up another piece of cheese and a slice of apple. “I don't know about you, but I am still ravenous.”

“Mm.” You hum and nod, shifting your hips to create a small amount of friction between you. “Okay then.”

“You are stunning.” His voice echoes in your ear, casting a smile across your face at the compliment.

Sihtric is taking this far better than you are. The longer you sit here, the harder it is to concentrate. Each subtle movement leaves you wanting more. Every breath, your eyelids flutter and you suppress a deep moan. As if last night hadn't been enough, you were ready for him to once again bend you over. Between your thighs, the bite marks from last night suddenly began to throb and your body grew warmer at the thoughts of how he had taken control, using you in whatever ways he wished.

Broad and muscular back hidden by that damn tshirt, you knew the scratches from your nails were still visible. The sharp bites that you had left against his ribs, followed by a fleet of kisses were no doubt visible too. In your head, Sihtric's voice, heavy with desire, as he had nearly begged to fill you. Opting to finish the job with him in your mouth, you had nearly crawled out of your own skin when he got lost in the moment, pulling your hair and fucking your face.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“Huh?”

“I was asking, after this, what should we do? You were miles away, though.” His laugh amused and his voice soft.

“I uh.” You feel your cheeks growing warm. Why not ask him for that you want? “I was thinking, do you have any idea how much I want you to knock me up, right now?”

“Y-you what?” His brow creased and his palms went clammy. “Really?”

“Why not?” Turning to look over your shoulder at your husband, your tone nonchalant.

“Seriously?” Taken back, Sihtric clears his throat and tilts his head in curiosity. What brought this on? Normally, you would huff at him and tell him, firmly, No!

“We've been talking about it.”

“Are you saying this to be funny, or being serious? If you don't want to then...”

“Sihtric, are you going to knock me up or not? We don't have all day. The neighbours will be home from church, soon. I doubt they want to walk into the back garden and see us.” Your voice holds a hint of humour.

“Maybe they'd like to watch?”

“Don't be an ass. Either you're going to cum in me or not. Make up your mind.” You lock eyes with him. “Before I change mine.”

Groaning, Sihtric's head leaned back as you began to grind your hips into him. Slowly riding against him, your body causing his to give in to whatever you demanded. Humming in the back of his throat, he nodded and closed his eyes.

He had been wanting this, almost, more than anything.

Albeit, he hadn't thought it would be over breakfast in the back garden.

Hands sliding inside of your robe, Sihtric rests his palms against your hips. Fingers pinching the skin, as he thrust upwards. Leaning back into him, you wrap your arm around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. Fingers tangled into the back of his dark curls, an airy chuckle escapes as he pulls you against him, doing his best to fuck you without knocking over the table or creating too much noise.

This is certainly a little riskier than you are used to. Moaning into the kiss, you feel your body pulse with each stroke he makes. Eyes closed, you can't help the squeal of pleasure that erupts as his hips meet yours. Each movement leaves you wondering how long this can last, how long the two of you can go, and whether or not you will be finished by the time the neighbours return from church.

One by one, the thoughts begin to make this even sexier than you could have imagined.

Sihtric had been dropping hints for months about wanting to expand your family, nervous about the idea of children, you had been holding him off for as long as you could. The sudden change of mind had been one that you'd been combing over for weeks. Whether or not it was the right time? Would you even be a decent mother? Whatever had shifted had done so in the blink of an eye.

A grunt and a soft moan, Sihtric couldn't deny how good you felt wrapped around him. Moving your body against his, you continue to lean into him. His mind racing and heart thumping against his ribs. Fuck he had waited for this moment.

“Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I have ever done.”

“You want to fill me? Make sure everyone knows who this belong to?”

“I can't wait to see you round with my fucking seed.”

“That's it, yeah, don't stop baby.”

His hips rose, thrusting into you. Trying your best not to scream out, the last thing you needed was a nosy neighbour hearing you and coming over. Or worse, calling about a woman in distress. You moan softy, grinding your hips to his. Hands splayed across your abdomen, Sihtric leans forward, biting down on your shoulder. Your robe stopping the sharp pinch of his teeth.

“Fuck, mama. I can't believe you're letting me do this.” He grunts and pushes his hips forward hard. Jolting you into the table, you grab the sides and steady it and yourself. “You ready to cum for me, kitten?”

“Y-Yes.” You nod and find your voice.

“Good girl.”

Holding you down, his cock deep inside of you, pulsing as your walls began to clench around him. A sparse sweat coating you, causing you to cool in the light breeze. Sihtric held back a shout, with one final thrust, emptying everything he had. Gods, he couldn't wait to watch you grow. The idea of getting you pregnant had been playing on his mind, everything about the thought drove him crazy and made him hard. On one end it was the aspect of knowing you were his and there was no denying it. On the other, a baby. Sihtric relished in the idea of being a father, someone to raise and send out into the world, to hopefully help it become somewhat of a better place.

“Shit, baby.” You whimper, feeling the combination of your orgasm and his leaking around the base of his cock, covering his balls and leaving the front of his sweats damp. “You really were excited.”

No intentions of moving from your spot on his lap, you take a moment to catch your breath, adjusting the front of your robe as to not flash any neighbours. Reaching for your slightly cooled tea, you gulp it down enjoying the blissful feeling of his wet cock still inside of you – where you fully intend to keep him, until after breakfast.

“Holy shit. Babe, did we just...” Chuckling in disbelief, Sihtric's sweaty forehead rests against your shoulder. Leaning back into him, you feel the small sigh slip from your lips. Lips brushing against your shoulder through your robe, he hums. “Well, breakfast may be cold, but I feel like we've worked up that appetite.”

“Maybe we need to finish breakfast and go shower?” You muse, picking up another orange segment, taking a bite and offering the rest to Sihtric.

Taking the rest of the orange, he chews thoughtfully, followed by a grin. “We could skip the shower and go straight for that nap.”

“Or we could finish breakfast and head out for a walk? I am sure there is a quiet place, under a tree where we could...relax?” Your smile devious and your eyes bright. “I could sit on your lap and you could read to me?”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Sihtric rolls his eyes. “You are the best and worst influence that I had ever had. Remind me, on our anniversary, I need to send Thyra a thank you card.”

Comfort

Sunniva laid on her left side, resting comfortably, red hair scattered in every direction against the pillow. Osferth was quick to shush his alarm as it rang out through the quiet morning. Stirring ever so slightly, Sunniva sighed and sank deeper into his bed. The whiskey and sex were coming back to haunt her a little in the moment.

Bare skin brushing against his, as she got comfortable. Alarm silenced, Osferth leaned over resting his chin on Sunniva’s shoulder. Not saying a word, he drew closer, her body curving to his like it was made to be there. Nestling his nose in between the back of her neck and shoulder, he placed an array of tiny kisses just below her hairline. The scarce scent of stale sweat and sex, along with fig and sandalwood met Osferth's senses head on.

“You're up early.” Sunniva mumbled, bringing her arm up out of the blankets to hook around his neck. Fingers brushing against the back of his hair.

“I've got to get ready for Church.” Osferth replied with a light sigh, the feeling of her nails against his scalp was heavenly in itself. “Did you want to come, Miss Byrnes?”

“Yes.” Sunniva giggled groggily. “Although, not necessarily to Church.”

“Why do you think the alarm was set so early?” Osferth continued to lay kisses against her bare skin. Certain that, despite his religious belief, he had a goddess right there in his bed. Silly man, they hardly knew one another.

“You are naughty.” Teasing him, Sunniva rolled over slightly to look at him. Hair sticking up in various directions, his blue eyes were tired, and his smile lazy. The look of a man in post-coital bliss. “Maybe we need more sleep?”

“We can take a nap later.” Caressing her arm, Osferth shrugged.

A combination of his touch and the morning chill in the room, as the blankets shifted to expose her naked skin Sunniva shivered. Osferth's gaze fell to her exposed breasts, nipples hard and waiting for his attention. They weren't the only thing growing hard and waiting. Shifting under the blankets, he adjusted his hips in order to keep his hard on from becoming too obvious.

“We’re not going to nap, be honest. It's a miracle we even slept last night.” Sunniva's words were full of mischief. Despite being in bed they often got little sleep. “By the way, you snore.”

“And you drool, but it's rather cute.” Osferth shot back with a slight laugh, moving his hand from her arm across her stomach and down. Sunniva parted her legs, allowing his hand to fit comfortably between them. Met with a thin strip of trimmed hair, Osferth delicately ran his finger down the line, teasing her a bit further.

“I bet.” A soft moan rose as Osferth cupped her, nimble fingers grazing against her folds. Drawing them back, he hummed placing one then two against her lips. Sucking his fingers into her mouth, Sunniva coated them for him. Anticipation rising through her.

“Beautiful.” He complimented, his hand returning to her folds. Sunniva huffed and closed her eyes as his wet fingers moved against her heat.

One finger, then another teased her. Sliding in with little effort. His thumb flush against her clit, she leaned back into him trembling. Clutching the blanket around her waist, Sunniva's breath grew heavier with each stroke of Osferth’s fingers. Hand now coated in her saliva and wetness, he kissed along her jaw, fingers curling upward inside of her.

“Oh god.” Sunniva moaned.

“We can talk to him later, right now I want you to focus on me.” Words low in her ear. Sunniva nodded and trembled. “You are a vision when you are like this.”

Eyes fluttering shut, Sunniva's chest heaved, her back pressed to Osferth's toned chest. Strong arms around her, his long fingers found the exact spot needed to make her fully aware that her body was giving into him. Nothing left to do but allow him to help her finish. Softly moaning, she shuttered and bit her lip. Light kisses along her shoulder and neck, Osferth hummed her praises.

“Such a beauty. So wet.”

Sunniva nodded, words lost for the moment.

“You're making me so hard right now.”

Under the blankets, Osferth slowed his pace, thumb brushing against her most sensitive spot. Unable to control the fire that rose in his stomach, he grunted and found himself wanting her even more. Rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks, Osferth groaned feeling himself unable to tease her much further. His body stiffening, he needed to have her before he found himself cleaning a mess.

“Os-Osferth.” Sunniva pushed her ass back against him, reaching between them she began to stroke his already wanting cock. “Please.”

“I love how you say my name, when you're like this.” Osferth grunted, rubbing his cock between her cheeks once more. Sliding between her thighs, he felt the lightest bit of pressure. Already he was beginning to see stars.

“Baby, don't make me beg.” Huffing, Sunniva followed it with a desperate whimper.

“Shit.” He hissed, as he adjusted himself, entering into her warm center. His cock twitched against her soft walls, pausing, Osferth took a deep breath before slowly sliding back out.

Whimpering at the sudden emptiness, Sunniva rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of blanket. “Please just fuck me.”

Osferth couldn't help it, her soft voice begging him. Placing his cock between her folds ever so slowly, he gripped her hip and sheathed himself in her once more. Sunniva's head fell back, gasping as he again entered her body. Mumbling about how well he stretched her, she sobbed quietly as his hips met with her ass, the quiet sounds of two bodies moving together in the still morning.

“That's my sweet girl. You can take it.” He pushed her leg forward to create a bit more friction as he thrust back in.

Sunniva squealed and winced as his hands gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into her skin.

Jesus.

She'd have to remember to thank him later, when they said the prayer.

Biting the back of her shoulder, Osferth muffled his cries of pleasure. For something that was considered a sin, it felt absolutely heavenly in the moment. Biting Sunniva a tad too hard, he kissed the spot and apologised.

“I don't mind.” Moving her hair out of the way, Sunniva pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck you're amazing.”

One hand on her hip, Osferth raised the other to caress her breasts. Pinching her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and finger. Sunniva hissed and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to pinch harder. Her right hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with short fast strokes.

“Sunny, fuck I love how you feel against me.” Voice muffled against her shoulder. Osferth closed his eyes tight, attempting to make this last as long as he could.

“Harder.” Sunniva cried out her demands. “Osferth, I need to feel all of you.”

Inside his chest swelled and his stomach clenched, Sunniva's walls griped onto him as he hastened the pace. Skin slapping skin continued to echo in the room, muffled by the blankets that were now almost off of their bodies and the bed. Osferth shouted in pleasure, his voice hoarse and his body beginning to give in.

Sunniva cried out, a hint of pain mixed with arousal as she felt him brushing the soft spongy spot that was about to send her head spinning and her body reeling in pure bliss. Clawing at the blankets and his forearms, she gripped his wrists tightly.

“Fill me. Don't stop.”

“Sunny!” Osferth panted.

“Fuck me, Osferth. Fill me, I need you.” Begging him, her voice strangled.

Gritting his teeth, Osferth felt his body clench. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tightly as he could, he felt like a man possessed. “I’m going to fill you like I fucking own you.”

“Yes. Oh god, baby, you own every inch.” Her head against his shoulder, she was certain in the moment she felt every ounce of sense leave her soul.

“You're taking me like such a good slut.” Osferth felt his cheeks heat with the words in the moment.

“Mm, your slut.” Body shaking, she could feel Osferth's strokes becoming sloppy and slow, spasming inside of her body as she clenched, helping him to release everything he had. With a heavy sigh, she wrapped her leg around his hip, keeping him there, not yet ready to feel the emptiness that would invade her when he pulled out.

“Sunny, you are...fuck me. I think I could be in love.” Words barely tangible, he laid as still as possible. Body on fire from his head to his toes.

“You don't love me. You just like the sex. It's okay.” Sunniva sighed, biting her bottom lip. Body still tingling, she felt euphoric. Between her legs she could feel the sticky wetness they had created. Here's hoping the new pill that she had been taking was worth the money. “We should shower, or we are going to miss church.”

Dazed, Osferth laid curled up behind Sunniva for a moment, allowing his heart rate and body to reclaim senses. Sunniva sat up, hand brushing through his hair, leaning down to kiss his cheek. She'd start the shower and then rouse Osferth enough to join her. The clock was ticking and they really were going to be late.

“After church, do you want to come for lunch?” His voice took her at a surprise.

Wrinkling her nose, Sunniva's clear blue eyes held a hint of sadness. Shaking her head, “not today. I should actually spend time with my sister.”

“I suppose, Lottie will want to see you.” Osferth shifted around, reaching for the table beside his bed. Picking up the pack of cigarettes, he pulled one out and placed it between his lips. Reaching over him, Sunniva fished for the lighter, sparking the flint and lighting his cigarette.

Laid back against the wall, Osferth tucked one arm under his head, his other hand reaching for Sunniva. Drawing her back to him, for another kiss. Tracing her fingers along his well defined abs, she placed a soft kiss on his chest.

“I'm sorry. We could do dinner tomorrow? I am sure the others would love to join us?” Lifting the cigarette from Osferth, she placed it to her lips. A halo of smoke surrounding her tousled red hair. Standing from the bed, taking his cigarette with her, Sunniva stood bare as the day she was born. Osferth took in every inch, every curve, committing them to memory.

“That sounds like a plan.” Nodding, Osferth felt his heart sink. Sunniva was leaving on Wednesday, of course she'd want to visit her sister. Osferth had asked her to take time off work to come, because her sister missed her, yet he was taking all of her time.

In a few moments, they would be showered and he'd make breakfast. Sunniva would help him pick out his clothes and give him a kiss on the cheek, as if they hadn't just spent the evening and morning having sex, acting like a sweet and endearing pair of friends.

Friends – Osferth could be okay with that, if it's what he was allowed to have.

Screaming you punched the bag as hard as you could, you could apologise to the neighbours tomorrow for the noise. Thankfully the man who lived below you was away for the weekend, you had bumped into him in the hall two mornings ago, bags in tow. The people above you, although you never heard them or their toddler, you were certain they could hear your anger right now. Music pumping through your ear buds, you could feel the rhythm through the gloves. As you hit the bag, in the precise movement Sihtric had taught you; your heart hammered in your chest. Sihtric. The current cause of all your anger. He was laid back, always polite, and even a little shy. Although the more you lived with him, the more you began to doubt his innocent eyes.

Damn Sihtric.

Damn him for parading around after every workout like it was a Chip n' Dale show. His body perfectly sculpted and his abs like a fucking wash board. Had he no decency to put on a shirt? Sweaty with his hair a mess, curls twirling around the edges of his neck.

Damn him for being the distraction that you needed in life. He had answered your roommate wanted ad less than 24 hours after it had been posted. Your ex had left you for that stupid bimbo he'd worked with, claiming it was nothing personal.

Damn him for practically dry humping Eadith on the dance floor.

She was Finan's girlfriend for fucks sake. His best friend! And Finan had stood by, a beer in had, chatting with Osferth as if he was blind to the situation on the dance floor. You could hear the stupid song, burned into your senses, overpowering the music on your own ear buds. Somebody Dance with Me, fuck DJ Bobo!

You were obviously the new person, Sihtric moving in less than six months ago, but you knew that grinding against your best friend's partner was usually frowned upon in any group. Against the bag your fists hit with a new fury, shouting and grunting with each punch. Landing harder than the last, you screamed again. Sure, you had agreed to dance with Uhtred a few times, laughing at his lack of coordination and his ridiculous jokes. Although you had never attempted to hump him on the dance floor. He was attractive, who could resist that arrogant smile and those blue eyes?

Sihtric had warned you, in a gentle way, to watch out. As much as he respected and loved Uhtred like a brother, his friend had a habit of processing through women like a bank did currency. Was Sihtric jealous? Or had he been looking out for you, in an earnest way?

How had Sihtric, your unassuming, jovial roommate, caused such a stir in you?

Maybe it was that shy smile? Or the way he would look at everything in life with a childlike wonder? Perhaps it was the way he would do everything to see you smile? Using silly names and gentle teasing, whenever he sensed you needed it. He always knew when you needed his charm and humour to cheer up. He also knew when you needed space and when to let you be. He could read you better than you could ever read yourself.

For a moment you allowed your arms to fall at your side, sweat caressing every inch of your body. Sweating in places that you had no idea even existed. It was a little past 2AM, Sihtric would usually be home by now. It was Friday and he would be up and in the gym in a few hours. Unless...You huffed. No, he always came home.

In the time that you'd shared a flat with him, the dark haired Dane always came home. Alone. Never had you seen him with a woman, or man, unless he was going elsewhere? Lifting your fists, your focus goes back to the bag. Smart of Sihtric to move it to the living room, permanently. These days you were using it more than he was, the constant energy release was doing wonders for your stress and your body.

Outside the door, Sihtric could hear the telltale signs of you hitting the punching bag. The way you had left the bar had him questioning whether or not you had been feeling unwell. One minute you had been all over Uhtred, nearly fucking him for all to see, then when Sihtric turned to look again you had vanished. Uhtred back with Finan and Osferth, his drink in hand and a smile as he laughed with his friends. Eadith had asked Sihtric to dance, because Finan was useless and clumsy with such high energy music.

The Irishman loved to dance, sing, and be merry – when he could understand the music, he complained. He would flail around like a newborn deer in an attempt to keep up with anything that had a fast beat. Sihtric had seen the way Uhtred could make you laugh. The way you smiled and your cheeks would flush, when he teased you. You never looked at Sihtric that way, despite his months of flirting. He couldn't help himself, you were his roommate and he shouldn't be flirting, but he had lost all senses the morning you'd come in from the rain. Throwing your rain coat and boots, the day he had taught you how to box. You were incredibly adorable when he'd hit you with his sandal, gasping in shock, while trying to find it in you to throw the damn punch.

Uhtred wasn't good enough.

You were kind and gentle, somebody who made the dark nights brighter and the dim days bearable.

The way you would lick your lips when you were nervous, or bite them while you were deep in thought. Your eyes were like sunshine and Sihtric would do anything to hear your laugh. More times than he'd care to admit, he wanted to grab you and kiss your stupidly gorgeous face. Uhtred was not that great of a kisser, you were going to be so disappointed. So Sihtric has once lost a dare...

The music in your ears had to be at an alarming volume, because you didn't even turn to look when Sihtric let the door slam shut. Pulling off his black leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor beside his boots, he trudged across the flat. Without thought, he reached to tap your shoulder.

Like lightening you turned and swung, hard. Gasping in horror, when you came face to face with your assailant. Holding his lip, Sihtric stood wide eyed, unable to move or think. He could taste the familiar tell tale sign of a busted lip, as the copper tinge hit his tongue. You rushed to get your gloves off, muttering to yourself about how you had fucked up.

“Sihtric!” You screeched in disbelief. “I hit you!”

“T'it's fawn.” Sihtric muttered around his hand on his lip, to slow the bleeding.

“What were you thinking?” Your eyes welling up with tears, rushing him to the kitchen to clean the busted lip.

“I wadn't.” He shrugged leaning against the counter, while you wet a paper towel, moving his hand to dab the cut on his lip. Lies. He was thinking about how he was going to spin you around, crashing his lips to yours in an attempt to show you his feelings. This was certainly not as sexy.

“Oh my god, I...I...” Tears still in your eyes, you didn't know what to say as you continued to examine his lip. The cut was shallow, although Sihtric would look like he'd gotten stung by a bee for a few days.

“I've taden word fits.” He mumbled around the paper towel that you'd pressed back to his face. At least this time you were pretty and didn't hit him on purpose. “Nice wing.” He tried to smile, wincing.

“You have taught me well.” Gently removing the paper towel, you nod in approval now that the blood has ceased. “Oh Sihtric,” you whine. “I can't tell you how sorry.”

“It's fine, nugget.” He shrugged, putting his calloused fingers to his lips. The blood was gone, the slight sting remaining. He'd live. “I shouldn't have done that.”

“No, you shouldn't have. You scared the shit out of me.” Chest heaving, you leaned against the counter next to him, body gleaming in sweat and your heart in your throat.

Licking his lip, Sihtric frowned at the taste of the blood. No matter how many times he had the taste in his mouth, it never got better. Sniffling, he cleared his throat, turning to wash the blood from his hands. Watching the warm water and soap swirl down the drain, he accepted the towel that you'd handed him from the handle of the oven. Hands dried, he went back to holding up the counter.

“You left early.” He stood staring at his feet.

Your only reply was a nod.

“Uhtred get boring?”

“What's that mean?” Your eyes burned as you glared at him.

“Nothing, you two looked pretty cozy that's all.” His tone slightly snippy.

“Well, I guess we were in good company with you and Eadith.” Your snark did not go unnoticed.

“Eadith?” Sihtric laughed, his lip twinging in a hint of pain. “We danced and then I realised you were gone, so I grabbed the train back.”

“Oh, dancing? Is that what you Danes call it?” You brow quirked and your arms cross over your chest, the tank top you'd changed into when you got back was leaving little to Sihtric's imagination.

“Yes?”

“Huh, well.” Your tone snotty. “Uhtred and I were dancing and then I decided to leave, because I was growing bored. Is that a crime?”

“I get it,” Sihtric nodded, his dark curls bouncing against his chin. “Uhtred is rather dull after a while. Terrible kisser, too.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Did you...never mind.” Shaking your head, you push away from the counter, the conversation, and Sihtric.

“Hey now, ducky wait.” Reaching out, Sihtric grabs your arm. His eyes holding a new light that you'd never seen before. Dark and desperate. “I just don't want you to get into something and get hurt. Uhtred is like my brother, but he's careless with women.”

“I can protect myself, Sihtric.”

Nodding, Sihtric sighed. “I know, but I...I just...” He growled. Letting go of your arm, he runs his hands through his hair, pulling fistfuls of the soft curls in frustration. “Fuck it.” In an instance his arm are around your waist and his lips crushing yours.

Right there, in that moment, in the tiny shared kitchen time stood still.

Your heart rang in your ears and the only thought was how fucking marvelous his lips felt on yours. Kissing you harder, you could taste the slight bit of blood that lingered from Sihtric's busted lip. Your regret creeping up for punching him. His hands gripped on your ass, you moan and allow yourself the same pleasure. Arms snaking around his neck, you lean into him, hands following the curve of his neck and into those luscious curls that stop just above his shoulders.

What had he done?

No. Don't do that. Sihtric scolded himself, his lips exploring yours. You didn't pull away, nor did you punch him again, which meant this was something that you had wanted as much as him. His instincts were right.

You whimper when he breaks the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. Breathless, you stand staring at him. If you blink he's going to disappear and this is going to be nothing but a cruel dream. Any minute, you are going to wake up to the alarm or to the sound of Sihtric hitting the punching bag in the living room. Chest heaving, Sihtric stood stone still, not a single muscle moving.

Blinking first, he grabs your hand. “Come with me.” he doesn't wait for an answer, yanking you across the living room, your feet move frantically to keep up with his stride. In the dark bedroom, Sihtric shuts the door with a thud – as if to hide away from the world. The lamp on his night stand is flicked on and he stands before you, pulling his shirt hastily.

Fuck! You are certain there is a stream of drool running down the side of your face and perhaps from between your legs. Flushing, you lock eyes, as if in a haze you pull off your shirt and bra. A real show me your and I'll show you mine game of sorts. Without a word, Sihtric smirks, his hands skillfully undoing the button on his black jeans. Slowly, as if taunting you, he slides them down over his hips at a leisurely pace. At the rate he's going, he will get his jeans off by next year. Grunting, you shake your head, stepping forward to assist.

“Nah.” Sihtric pushes your hands away, his eyes locked with yours. “Patience.”

“Sihtric.” You whine, head lulling back as you sulk.

“All in good time,” He's growing closer to another smack. Inhaling sharply, you bite you lip. Two can play this. Edging your thumbs into the waistband of your gym shorts, you slowly slide them inch by inch towards the curve of your ass. Sihtric laughs, his chest rumbling with amusement.

“Oh little one.” He tuts, sliding his jeans down to reveal the V shape that you've found yourself fantasizing about more than once, while he wanders around the house in his low slung shorts. Stepping out of his jeans, he stands before you in his snug – shockingly – bright green boxer briefs. Giving in you continue to play his game, shorts down over your hips, Sihtric laughs to find there is nothing between your skin and the purple shorts that you've been wearing.

“Like what you see?”

“Very much.”

“Well? It's all yours.” You try to be coy, in truth you are probably not doing that good a job, not that it seems to matter to Sihtric. Closing the space between your bodies, his feet leave a soft thump on the floor beneath him. Your body chills in anticipation under his gaze. Looking at you like he'd unwrapped a prize, Sihtric can't help but smirk.

If you only knew how many nights he'd laid in this room, his hand wrapped around his cock, a steady pace keeping him from cumming too fast, while he thought of the woman across the living room. On the other hand, if he only knew the extended baths after teaching you to box were due to the extra time you required alone, in the warm water tweaking your nipples and trying not to moan his name out loud.

“Gods I have waited for this,” His voice low, as he skimmed his finger tips across your skin. Hands on your hips, Sihtric encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. Happy to oblige, your legs lock behind his back, you can feel his growing cock poking through the ridiculously bright green underwear, brushing against the inside of your leg.

Effortlessly walking to the bed, he keeps his head buried in your breasts, as if he needs them to breathe. His beard tickles the delicate skin as he takes one nipple in his mouth, gently biting down on the sensitive nub, you hiss and lean back careful not to topple you both over. Sucking on the flesh, Sihtric takes his turn with the other breast, while his hands massage your ass. Your hands can't seem to let go of his hair, pulling and twisting your handfuls each time he licks or bites somewhere new.

“Lay back.” He stands against the bed, careful not to drop you into his soft duvet. The material feels like a caress of its own when your body slides against the bed. Pushing your body against his pillows, you curl your finger beckoning him to you. On hands and knees, Sihtric crawls up your body, stopping along the way to leave a few sweet kisses behind. Kissing along your outer thigh, across your tummy, and up between your breasts he reaches your neck.

“Let me,” Your voice hoarse, “I want to touch.”

“Then touch.” He sits back on his knees, arms out to the side, welcoming you to play and explore as you wish.

Sitting up, your hands ghost over his shoulders and down his arms. Your touch lighting him up like a pyre at dusk. Tracing the veins down his arms, your fingers find their way to his chest, admiring the tone and hard work he's put into creating such a body. Sliding your hands down his abs, you want to cry. Never have you seen such a being. Such a soul and he's all yours to do as you please. Sihtric's head is back, his throat exposed as if waiting for you to take the advantage. The gods could strike him dead in the moment and he would be a happy man.

Light kisses beginning on his collar bone, you move in an upward motion, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows in anticipation. Licking along he column of his neck, you sigh and breathe in his scent. It's dizzying. The mix of pleasure and lust. You moan without so much as a touch and Sihtric chuckles again.

“Can I?” Your fingers are waiting on the waistband of his underwear. Lifting his head to look at you, Sihtric holds your gaze. If you do this, there is no going back. A silent understanding, you watch his expression turn, for a split second you feel your heart sink. He was going to tell you this was a mistake and kick you out of his room. Fingers lingering, you study his eyes.

“Yes.” His voice raspy and his stare certain. “But now I take over.”

Nodding in understanding, you pull the bright green material away from his body, Sihtric gasps when you take his cock from it's confines, swollen the head plump and his balls aching. If he allows you to touch him much longer then this happy ending is going to be finishing in your hand. Not at all where Sihtric wants to be when he get to cum.

“Fuck, Sihtric.” You whisper, watching him stroke himself to full attention. His hand wrapped around his cock, moving in sync to the blood rushing through your body. “Don't make me wait.” You are not above begging him at this point. You can feel the wetness growing, your inner thigh slick and the throbbing between your legs is more than you can stand.

“Relax, princess. I promise it won't be but a minute.” He kissed your cheek, leaning over to his night stand. Digging in the drawer, the lamp casting just enough of a glow, he had what he wanted in seconds. “You are stunning in my bed.” He carefully pulled off the top of the foil packet with his teeth. Skillfully he slid the sheath down his length, placing another kiss on the tip of your nose. “Now, let me see you.”

Laying back, you spread your legs, displaying every inch of you. Sihtric eyed the prize, he hadn't even touched you there and already you were a quivering mess for him. Marveling at how wet you could get, without so much as a graze from his finger, he took a vain pride in that.

“Are you okay?” He brushed his hand over the top of your head, kissing you softly. Words escaping, you nod eagerly. “Okay, sweet doll.”

Not another word between the two of you, as he pushed the head between your folds. Stopping for a moment, he watched your eye flutter, the same feeling in his stomach. The butterflies you could give him were beyond intense. Pushing his hips forward your body greedily took his. Sihtric grunted and you couldn't help a slight squeal as you stretched to fit each inch perfectly.

“Fuck.” Your voice soft, “Fuck me, please, please Sihtric.”

“You are such a mess for me. Goodness.” Using one hand to balance, he gripped the headboard behind you. His other making deliberately slow circles against your aching clit. His hips pulled back and you wanted to cry at the sensation of emptiness. He filled you so well, stretching in the best way possible, you moved your hips forward trying to create that sensation of fullness within you once again.

“Sihtric.” Mewling at him, your voice quivered. “I need...please...You.”

“Ah, she likes it.” He mused, his fingers tracing the outline of your throbbing clit, pinching it between his fingers. “Do you like that?” The tip of his cock resting at your entrance, he dipped it in enough to reward you for your moans. Your fingers gripping his lower back, he hissed when your nails pinched his skin, “Are you trying to get fucked like a dirty girl?” You nod mumbling something about wanting to be the dirtiest girl he's ever had.

Amusement in those mismatched eyes, you screamed when he threw his hips forward with such force you thought you'd go through the bed. The time for teasing had come to an end, Sihtric's hips wildly humping yours. Each stroke he would give you a tiny bit of praise, his words falling on deaf ears, the only thing you could manage to register in your pleasure was the sound of skin on skin, the smell of sex and Sihtric flooding your senses. Outside the world was asleep, the city quiet, and you felt as if there were fireworks going off inside your head. Making enough noise for three cities in this one room.

“F-fuck.” He shouted, his hands roughly grabbing your hips and breasts. “Fuck you feel better than anything I've felt.”

“You, you are...” You bite your lip trying to hold in another scream.

“Scream for me, you can do it. Let it all go, come on baby doll.” He encouraged you the same way he did when he was teaching you to box. His voice rough and his hands tender, his cock was enough to make you lose all senses.

“Sihtric.” You whimpered.

“Louder. I want the fucking gods to hear you scream.” he grunted, his hips relentless and picking up pace. Your body jolting with each sharp thrust into you.

“Sih- Sihtric!” Your voice came out ragged as your screams. “Sihtric, I'm...I need.”

“Uh,” Sweat covered curls hanging in his face, he was happy to let you have what you had begged him for. His pace reckless and wild, you could feel the anticipation and heat building in the pit of your stomach.

As cliche as you felt about it, when you felt your orgasm let go, there had been nothing but white hot heat running through your veins. Stars in your vision, and all you could manage was a sobbing cry of Sihtric's name. Sihtric's body went stiff and his thrusts stilled, you could feel his cock twitch and spasm within your walls, your name on his lips as he collapsed beside you, his arm around your waist holding you close for a few seconds longer. Hair wet, you pushed your hand through his curls, kissing his forehead as he laid clinging to you.

Without a word, he rolled over, fiddling around, not that you paid it much attention. Your body spent from the mix of earlier anger and the euphoria of sex. Eyes closed and breathing steady, Sihtric returned to bed, his body wrapping around yours, light kisses against your shoulder. Come morning, you had slept through the remainder of the night in his bed. Sprawled out, you looked at peace, naked in his sheets. He hated to wake you, but he didn't want to disappear and leave you thinking he had ran out in shame.

He could never feel shame when it came to you.

“Hey, chick pea.” His voice was rough in the morning, licking his lips he flinched remembering the punch you had delivered. “Hey, I have to get ready for a training session. I wanted to say good morning, before I left.”

“Morning.” You grumble, hair stuck every which way, Sihtric loved it. Rubbing your eyes, you wince feeling the strain on your muscles. “I...We...Are we?”

“We are whatever you want us to be.” Sihtric kisses your cheek. “But the next time you get mad, can we go right to the fucking and skip the violence?”

“Mm, fucking. Yes.” You attempt a nod, in your lazy state. “Sihtric.”

“Hmm?”

“Uhtred could never.”

“Are you attempting to start an argument?” He laughed at your face scrunched up, one eye open peeking at him.

“Will it get me a spanking?” You wink and cover your face, when he lurches forward grabbing you around the waist, peppering kisses against your tired skin.

“Whatever my gummy bear wants, she gets.”

Against the bright sun, a rare occasion in these parts, she stepped out into the crisp morning air. Across the property the trees were starting to bud and the flower beds beginning to bloom with colourful life. Taking a second to gather herself, she inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to finish the job that coffee had started, in an attempt to wake up.

Mondays.

They were truly the worst.

At least that is how today felt.

After an exasperating weekend of going back and forth with her ex-husband. How many times did she have to remind him – she would speak to him through a lawyer. After the third time he had rang, she blocked his number. The best part about his sudden move to Monaco with his new mistress? He would not be showing up unexpectedly to the house for face to face harassment.

Walking to her car, the pounding sound coming from her right was growing heavy on her. Saws, hammers, and the dull noise of BBC Radio 1A flooding the airwaves was beginning to grate her nerves.

She had hired him to fix a leak in the roof of the sun room. On his first day – two weeks ago, he had peeled back the roofing to find a rotting roof beneath the tiles. Great, now she was in the middle of a divorce and paying for home repairs. Her ex-husband had been the one who wanted the stupid house. Although, secretly she would never admit that she did find the old broken down estate rather charming.

They had bought it – with most of her money and name on the title, smart – for the purpose of a second home. A place to escape city life, when they needed a break. Now her permanent residence.

“Beautiful day.” An Irish timbre greeted her from behind the van where he'd been sorting and cutting beams. Turning to look at the dark haired man with the stupid grin on his face, she relaxed her shoulders and nodded. “Sorry about the noise and the mess, I didn't realise ya were still here.”

“Oh well, my car is here.” she gestured to the hatch back sitting a few feet away from her.

“Aye, but last week ya were picked up by that fancy fellow in the town car.” He called back with a deep laugh.

“I was away for work, he was from the airport.” She shrugged and unlocked her car. Placing her bag in the passenger's seat, she let it shut with a bit of a thud and took a few steps towards the man she'd hired.

Finan.

He had came highly recommended by a handful of people online. They all claimed he was the best that they'd had. His work was impeccable, he was honest, and his prices fair. She'd given him a try out of desperation and because when she'd spoke with him, unlike the three others, he didn't give her an uneasy feeling.

Finan may be a broad, imposing, and rugged man but creepy he was certainly not. From the little bit that they had interacted, she'd describe him as a Labrador puppy. Loud, bouncy, and too kind.

“The airport. Right.” Finan's grin was hidden behind his thick beard. “Anyway, I know that you're busy and I won't keep ya. Before I get too far, Friday ya mentioned another leak?”

“Right, yes.” She nodded, taking a step towards him, then deciding against it in her heels. Heels in soft grass with debris, not a smart decision. “In the kitchen, there is a leak under the sink. I've put a bucket under there for now, but if you have a chance to look at it? You know where the spare key is?”

“Aye, under the purple flower pot by the side.” Finan nodded. “I'll take a look for ya. I'll even scrub up the floor when I'm done, how about that?”

“I don't think that is necessary.” She smirked. “I need to go, but thank you.”

Sitting at work, more than half way through the day, she groaned and rubbed her temples. Staring at the computer screen post meeting from hell was adding to the already wonderful Monday. A text on her phone caused it to chime and buzz against her desk, picking it up to see Finan's name. The Irishman only bothered to contact her when he had bad news.

Reading the message that he had the sun room roof right on schedule – without any additional issues. She heaved a sigh of relief and thanked him for the update. Replying that he was getting onto the kitchen sink next, as soon as he had the last temporary covering on the roof secured, Finan wished her a good day.

Sliding his phone back into his tool belt, Finan balanced on the ladder perched against the side of the house. A few more straps and nails to pin down the temporary covering, until tomorrow, then he was on to the sink and done for the day. Once he was home, it was into a shower and then becoming one with the couch for a few hours, maybe he'd stop by and grab a take away.

Temporary roof secure, Finan carefully moved back down the ladder. Taking his time to pack up his tools, making sure not to leave a mess behind, he did his best to pick up what he could and toss it in the bin. Retreating back to the van for his smaller tool kit, fixing a leaky sink should be a breeze. He'd be in and out with time to spare.

Wiping his arm across his forehead, he huffed in the warm sun, welcoming going inside. Key located, right where she always left it, Finan unlocked the heavy wooden door. Inside was a little cooler, not by much. Taking his boots off – always the gentleman, he wiggled his toes and took the first step across the floor.

Finan had been in the house once, when he had came to see the job and meet the owner. He hadn't spoken to her a whole lot, since, but he liked her. She was quiet, albeit a bit posh. Most city women were.

The kitchen would soon need an upgrade, once the roof was finished, if she was interested then Finan would offer his services. Hell, if she was willing, he'd remodel the whole damn house for her. It was going to require some love. Finan hadn't asked why she had bought the house, only asked about the job he had been hired to do.

Finding his favourite radio app on his phone, he worked better with music, sitting the phone on the bench by the sink Finan opened the doors to reveal the leak. Nothing he couldn't handle.

Shoved under the sink, Finan belted out every single word to “bring it all back” as it played on the radio. Loudly and rather out of tune. Twisting the last nut to tighten it, he grunted and carefully slid from under the sink, still keeping time to the song. The front of his shirt a bit too damp for his liking, he pulled the blue material over his head, balling it up. He had another in the van that he'd put on.

Walking through the front door she had been met with the sound of Finan's voice. What a terrible noise he was making. Bag shouldered she headed for the kitchen to investigate. Packing his tools, shirtless, in her kitchen as he swayed his hips and sang – he certainly looked comfortable.

“Sink fixed?” She asked causing him to jump subtly.

“Just finished.” He turned around with a sheepish look.

“Were you - “ she paused trying to hide her laughter. “you were singing S Club 7?”

“No.” Finan shook his head, his face turning stern. “No I was not.”

“Yes, you were.” She snorted pointing her finger at him. The top button of her blouse undone, she gently played with the gold chain around her neck. “Oh my god, I loved S Club 7 back in the day.”

“Right?” Finan laughed, shaking his head, once again returning to his stern facade. “I mean, I didn't really listen to...”

“Uh huh, sure. I hear you listening to 2000's pop every morning.” Her laughter was light and teasing.

“Guilty.” Finan shrugged with a shy smile. “But I'm telling ya, nothing motivates ya like millennium era pop.”

“You are preaching to the choir.” Her smile grew even wider. Looking at the shirtless man in her kitchen, she felt her cheeks heat up. “So, uh, do I add this on to your bill?”

“Oh, ya know what don't worry about it.” Finan shrugged, placing a wrench in the tool kit. Seeing her about to protest, he shook his head. “It took me five minutes and I was here anyway.”

Rolling her eyes, she countered. “You can't work for free.”

“I'm not, you're paying me pretty well to be here.” Twisting the blue shirt in his hands, watching her try to find anywhere to advert her gaze. She had tried her best not to look at him, standing there, in her kitchen half-dressed. “I was thinking, if you need any more work done.”

Shifting on her stocking covered feet, toes cool against the tile floor, she nodded and bit her bottom lip. “I would love to get a quote from you, but first, I want to see how this roof turns out.”

Finan chuckled, his chest and sides visibly vibrating. She couldn't help but notice, for a bigger guy, he was certainly in good shape. He worked a physical job, of course he would be in shape. Wanting to slap herself for even bothering to notice, she drew deep breath. How soft all of that chest hair looked, clutching her fists at her side, she felt as though she should check her face for drool.

He was a man. Nothing more.

A man, something that she hadn't had in a while.

A man, who was rather rugged. Unlike her ex-husband who always had to be groomed within an inch of his life. She couldn't remember a time when he didn't wax – everything. Ugh.

“So, um...I know it needs some work.” Some how her brain engaged.

Placing his tool kit down on the floor at his feet, Finan leaned back, folding his arms across that incredibly thick chest. “What made ya decide on this place?”

“My ex-husband.”

“Ah. Needed to get away and hide somewhere that he'd never find ya?”

“No, he wanted us to buy it. By that I mean I paid for a large portion and put it in my name. I don't know if it was smart or not.” She groaned and leaned her head back. “He fucked off and I may have gotten fucked over.”

“Hmm. Well, she's got great bones and will be a great place. Once she's fixed up.”

“That's what I am worried about.” She wasn't stupid.

Taking a gamble on an old home was foolish. If she had known that they were to move in, then her husband was going to leave, she would have cut and run first. Since she wasn't able to predict the future, here she was.

“Sinking too much into it?”

“It's beautiful, but is it worth it?”

“Aye, she will be. Ya just need to know how to make her warm up.” Finan glanced around the room. Once upon a time this estate had been grand and with the right care, she could be again. Shifting on the spot, he cleared his throat. “I should be getting home. I don't want to take any more of your time.”

“I'm divorced and living in a rural area, I have nothing but time, once I am done work.” She scoffed with a hint of laughter. “Would you like a drink?”

This was the part where Finan should take his things and walk out the door. Bidding her farewell until tomorrow. Instead, he sighed and threw caution to the wind. At the very least, he should return to the van and put on his hoodie. He was beginning to grow a little self conscious standing here shirtless.

“I...what the hell, why not?” He smiled and raised his brow. “Let me put my things in the van and I will be right back.”

Escaping to his van, still parked in front of the house on the grass, he stored his tool kit and rummaged around for his hoodie. So what if it was covered with paint and putty? Pulling it on, he ran his hand through his hair and checked his appearance in the side mirror. Oh for god's sake, it was a drink after work. He didn't need to look good.

A drink after work, with a client. A bit unorthodox, but Finan wasn't going to turn down the company of a pretty lady.

Hearing Finan open the front door, pausing to remove his work boots, she called out to inform him that the option was brandy or gin. She hadn't been out to the shops in a few days and was lacking in most essentials. At least the essentials that came in liquid form.

“Have a seat.” She motioned to the two stools by the bench. “Here,” she placed the brandy in front of Finan, “you go, Sir.”

“Sir? Oh Jesus, I'm not sure I've earned that one.” he snorted and thanked her for the drink.

“With the amount of work you've been doing, you've certainly earned that and probably more.” She slid onto her stool, legs crossed causing her skirt to ride up around her thighs a bit.

Finan took a quick peek at the garters holding up her stockings, he had assumed that she'd be a full tights kind of gal.

“Doing my job.” Finan shrugged. “Ya know, when you asked me to come do the repairs, I looked up the house.”

“Oh?”

“It used to run on a staff of twelve people, before it was taken over by a gentleman after the second war. He lived here with his family, running it as an art gallery. After that his kids inherited it, leaving you to buy it.” Finan informed her.

“Twelve? Good grief, since I've had it you're the fifth person to be in it.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I don't get much company. My family are all over the place and my friends don't seem to like the country. At least the three that I have left, because I came to realise all of my friends are married to my ex's friends.”

A bit of a tangent, but who was Finan to judge?

“Suppose it happens.”

“Hm, because God forbid a woman has a mind of her own, outside of her husband.” She rolled her eyes and grunted. “So what about you? Wife? Husband? Any friends who have disowned you?”

Finan chuckled, licking the brandy from his bottom lip. “No husband, no wife, and a handful of pretty good friends. None that have disowned me, yet.”

“Aren't you lucky.”

“Maybe?”

Finger tracing the rim of her glass, she sat silent for a moment. Brows raised, she gave Finan a tight smile. Taking another drink, Finan placed his glass down on the bench with a soft clink as it met the smooth stone. Shifting slightly in his seat, he took note of the clock on the wall behind her head. By now, he should have been home, half of a container of Pad Thai shoveled into his mouth, and on his way to the shower.

Not that he was complaining.

It wasn't every day that he got to end work in the company of a woman, an attractive woman, if he was to be so bold? Finan was human, of course he had taken notice of her. Hell, the first time he'd met her had left him feeling a little hot under the collar.

“What is it that you do, when you aren't rescuing old houses?” She asked picking up her drink.

Finan shrugged. In no way was he an interesting person.

“I like to be outdoors. Camping, hiking, the odd time I fancy myself a fisherman, not that I ever catch anything.” His chuckle vibrated around the room. “What about yourself?”

“Nothing special. I used to paint and I did pottery for a while. In university, I tried writing a novel.” Her laugh was soft in a self doubting way. “Back then nobody wanted to read spicy novels, not like they do now.”

“Ah ha. What was it about?”

“Uh, well.” She sucked in a breath, this was embarrassing. “About a woman, who was trying to find who she was. Running away to another country, where she met a man, and had to decide if he was the one or just a holiday fling.”

Finan nodded and smirked. “So was he? The one?”

“I don't know, I didn't finish writing it. Instead, I met my ex-husband and gave up to go be the perfect partner to an egoistic asshole.” Scoffing she leaned back, head tilting to face the ceiling. Feeling a little foolish for even sharing.

“Maybe you need to revisit the story? Find out what happens next? I am certain that ya have at least some idea of how this all works out?” Finan encouraged with a gentle smile.

“Possibly. I know how I'd like this story to work out.” She slowly tilted her head back to face the man sitting across from her. “Shame you put the hoodie on.”

She gnawed at her bottom lip, her pale red lipstick wearing off. A rim of it on her glass. Playing with the gold chain around her neck, Finan had been too polite to notice that she'd unbuttoned her shirt a few more buttons, cleverly exposing full cleavage and the tops of her breasts.

“My other shirt is wet and I didn't want to...”

“Look, I am going to come right out and say it.” She leaned forward, giving him a plain view of the black lace bra that she wore. “If that is too forward, then forget it happened and bill me for the job that you've already done. You're attractive and we're both unattached....”

“I don't know how to respond to that.”

“Women don't hit on you, every time you do a job?”

“Not often.” Finan frowned. “I see em staring now and then, but nothing more ever comes of it.”

“Uh huh. Well, forgive me then. I should have known better than to harass the handy man.”

Holding up his hand, Finan tutted. “Now wait, I didn't say that I didn't like it. Or that I wasn't interested. I said it doesn't happen, often. There's been a few jobs that I've taken...in trade.”

“Hm, what kind of trade?”

“Well,” Finan cleared his throat, leaning closer, his hand on her knee, “one made me frozen meals, enough for a month. She was older and thought I was too skinny. Another came and cleaned my house, for two weeks. Then there was the one who enjoyed my services and thanked me with a bit of cheeky attitude, every afternoon.”

“Cheeky attitude?”

“Ya know, on her knees?”

“Oh, right. Well.” She nodded, downing the rest of her brandy. “I'm more for receiving than giving.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Finan smirked. “A woman who knows what she likes.”

“A bit desperate is all I am.” Admitting it somehow made it less intimidating, at the same time it made her feel more like a slut. Not that there would be anything wrong with that.

Hopeful that Finan wouldn't be discouraged from coming back, he still had a job to finish. How awkward was she making this? Would he want to come back?

“Nothing wrong with desperate.” countering, Finan lazily shrugged.

“Maybe not, but there is something to be said for a grown woman trying to throw herself at a man. You must think I am insane. I apologise for being out of line.”

“Who said it was out of line? Maybe we should?”

Squaring her shoulders, she narrowed her gaze, face stern. “Should what?”

Finan's laugh was deep and his eyes mischievous, as he spoke his accent seemed to burn through her like a flame through paper. “Ya know what I mean.”

“I want you to say it.” Her voice firm, Finan was certain he saw a twinkle in those eyes. Her smirk was crooked and her breathing growing heavy. On the edge of her seat, she squeezed her thighs together, as his hand moved further up nestling between them.

“Do ya want me to fuck ya?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

Rubbing his hand over his beard, Finan sat for a breath, before rising to his feet. The stool creaking as his weight rapidly shifted. Standing in the kitchen, he towered over her, as she remained seated looking up at him with that crooked grin.

“Stand up.” He demanded, pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it on the floor. “Blouse off. Bend over that stool.”

“Seriously?” Unsure she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, her eyes locked on his stern expression.

“Do as I say, or I'm leaving.”

Sliding off of the stool, legs wobbly, she glanced at the man beside her as she finished undoing her blouse, the soft shirt sliding away from her body and pool on the floor. Nodding to the stool, Finan began to undo his belt. Knelt over the stool, she felt a surge of anticipation hit her. Rising her skirt over her ass, Finan groaned when his work calloused hand landed against her smooth cheek. Gasping as his hand smacked against her ass, she felt herself growing wetter.

“Ya fond of these?” He asked, his finger trailing along the back of her lacy knickers.

“No.”

“Good.” Knickers pushed to the side, she felt the material loosen and the sound of ripping lace met her.

Oh. My. God!

Did he? Oh he had!

Shuttering a her ass was exposed to the world, at the very least Finan and the kitchen, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. She'd never had a man rip her knickers off before, something about it felt utter cliche and yet at the same time – it was one of the sexiest things to happen. If having her under garments ripped off was that sexy, perhaps she needed to rethink her previous sex life?

Whatever that could wait for another afternoon. One where she was curled in front of the tv in her sweats, indulging in too much wine, sulking because the only time she got to orgasm was when she could find the charger to her vibrator.

Behind her, Finan stood admiring the view. Another smack to her ass, caused her to squeal in surprise. How she enjoyed the feel of his rough hands connecting with her bare skin. The slight sting was enough to make her almost cum on the spot. Ass in the air, bent over the stool, skirt pushed around her waist, legs wobbling in her black garters and stockings – Finan was suddenly happy that he agreed to that drink.

“Think ya can touch yourself without cumming?” His voice echoed through the room, as if vibrating from the pots and pans that hung over the stove.

“I-I think so.” She found her voice, although it sounded as if it were coming from a distance.

“Good girl, go on then.” He encouraged.

Jeans down around his knees, he gave his cock a few good tugs to fully wake it up. Seeing her splayed and bent over the stool certainly helped. Grasping the stool with one hand, she moved the other between her thighs. Slick with wetness, she moaned as her finger dragged along her folds. Back and forth, she could feel the dark brown eyes borrowing a hole through her soul, from behind her. Finan's breathing heavy, as he stroked his cock.

Pinching her swelling clit between her thumb and forefinger, she arched her hips forward, catching her breath for a second before moving her wet fingers in a familiar back and forth stroking pattern. Many nights and some mornings, she had used this technique. A soft moan, as she felt more wetness growing against her thighs.

“That's it.” Finan grunted, fist wrapped around his cock, watching her dip one then two fingers into her wetness. “Finger yourself for me, but remember, I want ya to cum on my cock.”

“Oh god.” she quivered, fingers brushing against her walls. In the bent position, she could feel her fingers reaching places they often missed when she was on her back. “Finan.”

“Yes?” His voice deep and gruff, his balls aching to let go. Not yet. If she had to wait then so did he.

“P-ple-ase fuck me.” begging him as she slid her fingers from her core, whimpering with excitement.

From behind, she gasped when an arm wrapped around her, standing her upright. Taking her wrist and directing her hand to his mouth, Finan made a show of sucking her juices from her fingers. Tongue bathing her hand, sucking each finger, and his beard scraping her palm. She felt her thighs quiver and her body get even hotter. Back against his chest, she could feel nearly every hair brushing against her skin. Reaching around, she took his cock in her hand. Heavy and a little bigger than she had been used to, she inhaled a shaking breath.

She couldn't wait to feel the burn as he stretched her. Stroking his cock, she smirked when his breath caught and his body temporarily stiffened. “Fuck me?”

“Is that what ya want?” His hand against her mound, cupping her heat, his thumb pressed against her clit. She nodded eagerly. “Spread your legs for me.”

Nudging her legs apart with his knee, he bent her back against the stool, steadying her with an arm around her waist. Elbows locked as she held onto the stool, waiting, she closed her eyes as he slid the tip against her folds. Pressing against her clit, she whined, and nearly screeched when he nudged against her opening. Legs somehow holding her upright, she gripped the stool, mouth hanging open in a silent squeal as he took his sweet time.

Nestled against her cervix, she let out a huff of a breath. Fuck, she was already seeing stars. Stretched around him, she greedily wanted more. Pacing himself, Finan stilled allowing them a second to enjoy the feeling. Her walls tight and warm, he bit his bottom lip, suppressing a groan. There was a small chance that he was going to last longer than a few minutes, at the rate she was clenching around him already.

“Do ya like that?” Leaning closer, his words directly in her ear, as his beard tickled her neck.

“Yes.” She nodded, skin prickling from his hot breath against her cheek.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.” Finan groaned.

“I'm all yours, use me.” Surprising herself at how effortlessly she purred the words to him.

Who was she?

Nearly crying as he slid his cock out of her, before his hips jolted forward almost toppling her over the stool. Arm wrapped tightly around her to keep her from falling, Finan leaned over his lips and beard brushing against the delicate skin behind her ear. Whining, she felt his cock once again dragging against her walls. Each time he thrust forward she felt as though she could stay like this forever, each movement causing more pleasure than the last.

Stretched around him, she felt as though she were suspended in time and space. Losing all senses, except for the desperation that some how clung to her. In the kitchen, the sound of sweaty skin on skin, the smell of sex and the taste of brandy. An assault of pure lust on one's senses.

Finan gripped her hips, rough fingers digging into her skin. Grunting with each thrust, he kept his head low, whispering against her ear. Encouraging her, all while telling her what a dirty slut she was. The accent alone was almost enough to make her lose all control.

“F-fuck,” She hissed as his hips slapped forward, driving his cock deeper, “Finan. Don't stop.”

“Be a good girl, spread your legs a little wider for me.”

“Your cock is...” she gasped. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck you're such a dirty bitch, aren't ya?” He growled, his cock filling her once more.

Each thrust becoming a desperate race to the finish. This was about desire and greed, nothing more than a quick and dirty fuck. Bodies on fire, a spark of raw electricity and bare emotions – if those were to be involved – were heightening each minuscule movement. Dizzy on nothing but pure sex, the pair weren't going to make it much longer.

Chest heaving with heavy breath, she cried out and clutched the stool with white knuckles. A white hot sensation running from head to toe had nearly left Finan in a slumped over puddle, her body keeping him upright as his draped over her back. The sound of wooden stool legs smacking against the floor in time with his final thrusts, seemingly unnoticed by the couple. Her body screamed in total delight as her thighs shook and she clenched around him, her body subtly shaking in release.

A deep moan and a loud whimper, seemed to mark the end of a moment.

Intertwined, bodies unable to move with jelly like feeling. She sighed deeply and made a tiny noise as Finan finally stood, parting them. Taking a moment to admire her spread out with thighs wet, he tucked himself back into his jeans. Clear vision, she slowly rose to a standing position, feeling a warm rush. Unable to speak in the moment, she watched him reach for his hoodie on the floor, belt once again done up, he pulled it over his head and ran his hands against his beard.

If given more time, she couldn't help but wonder what that beard would feel like scraping against the most delicate parts of her body. Rubbing her thighs together, at the thought, she could imagine how raw and delicious it would be.

“So,” Finan broke the silence, pushing a hand through his dark hair, “tomorrow?”

Adjusting her skirt and bra, she nodded and smiled. “Tomorrow, but maybe, I could ask you to stay a bit later? I have some more work for you, once I get home. Upstairs?”

“Right. I will be more than happy to do that for ya.” Finan cleared his throat, giving her a wink.

If You're In, I'm In

“You'll be okay?” Lottie asked kissing Osferth's cheek and hugging him.

“I think that I will be, yes.” He nodded and hugged her back. “I don't think you need to leave, though.”

“I have an appointment, by the time it's done, Sunny will be home.” Lottie winked. When Sunniva came home to find Osferth, Lottie wanted to be as far away from that a possible. It was one thing for her sister to tell her about the joys of riding his face, Lottie didn't need to bear witness to the sounds. “I don't need to be part of that reunion, I may stay at my parents' tonight. If you need anything, call me?”

A week ago, Lottie had called Osferth, asking him if he would ever want to, maybe, come visit? Not that long ago, Osferth had been gracious enough to fly Sunniva across the ocean to surprise Lottie. The sisters had been missing one another and he'd felt that having Sunniva would encourage Lottie in making a rather important decision.

Right he had been.

Now was the moment for Lottie to repay that favour. Asking Osferth to come stay a few weeks, in hopes that it would lift Sunniva's spirits. Lottie's heart ached for her sister, every time she found her moping around grumbling about how unfair it was that Lottie was getting to go back. Not that Sunniva wasn't thrilled that her sister was getting to be with Finan, only that she was going to miss her beyond measure.

“I will.” Osferth confirmed. Feeling slightly out of place that Lottie picked him up at the airport, simply to rush out two hours after he had landed. At least she had helped him settle in to the apartment. In two hours, Sunniva would be home from work. A small comfort.

Sunniva was over today. In fact, she was over the entire week, month, possibly year. Trudging to the elevator, she sighed heavily and rubbed her temples. Work had been a feat, although she loved her job and the animals, in the weeks since returning from Bamburgh, it felt as though she were living on auto-pilot.

Lottie had been back home, for now, which was helping somewhat. Despite knowing in a few short months, her little sister would be making a permanent move and Sunniva would be destined to see her once, maybe twice a year for the rest of their lives. Looking for jobs in the Northern England town, Sunniva was determined not to be left behind. Lottie needed to spread her wings, she'd worked so hard to get her life back after losing her fiance, but a tiny part of Sunniva was selfish and refused to let her little sister go.

Texts and phone calls with Osferth had been frequent, a comfort that she had taken. How she missed seeing him, even if their two weeks had been a bit of a sex driven whirlwind. Sunniva couldn't shake him from her soul, no matter how hard she'd tried. There was almost always a constant reminder looming over her. He'd talked about love, as if they hadn't just had sex and were still reeling in bliss. Sunniva knew better, it was one thing to talk but another to have the feelings. Maybe she had a bit of those same feelings, but hers had came after realising how much she had missed him.

Unlocking the door, she could hear a faint shuffling inside, no doubt Lottie was home. Recently she had been spending all of her time packing to move. Sunniva pushed the door open, revealing the source of the noise on the other side. Mouth dry and hands sweaty, she held back the sob and tears that wanted to immediately erupt.

“Osferth?” Sunniva paused midway through the door. “Why? How?”

Allowing the door to shut with a heavy thud, Sunniva stood like stone, blue eyes fixed on the man before her. As if she were to blink, he'd be gone. This had to be some sort of terrible dream?

“I – seriously?”

“Lottie thought that you may be a little sad.” Osferth stood from the couch, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

“I ca-can't believe it.” Twisting the hem of her cat paw printed scrubs, she felt her hands trembling.

“I've missed you.” Reaching out to hug her, Osferth frowned when she immediately pulled back. Not wanting him to notice the evident changes, nor wanting to cover him in whatever it was she was covered in, Sunniva shook her head.

“Oh, I'm covered in who knows what, let me change?” Sunniva made a disgusted face, needing to get out of her work scrubs sooner rather than later. The longer she wore them with the various smells of her day, the more she was fighting the urge to vomit – again.

Disappearing down the hall, she slipped into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. Leaning against the closed door, Sunniva ran her hands over her face and blew out a heavy breath. For weeks she had been missing Osferth and now he was here. Standing in the living room, looking as handsome as ever. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she blinked hard trying not to cry. This was not how she had pictured seeing him again.

Hopefully she wasn't coming off as too cold or unexcited. Inside she was screaming with joy and fear, to have him so close to her. Pulling off the scrub top, Sunniva tossed it in the hamper that stayed by her door, unclasping her bra, she tossed it on top. Pants added to the pile, taking a moment to glance in the full length mirror on her closet door. Running her hands over her growing midsection she paused, turning slightly to the side.

There wasn't much of a bump yet, although she was certainly growing a little more every day. How she had longed to tell Osferth the news, to bring him into this journey right along with her. Biting her bottom lip, Sunniva sniffled. As always, the thoughts of doubt began to shadow her happiness.

What if she told him and the joy was her's alone?

Trying to avoid the cat sitting on the couch staring at him, Osferth smiled weakly at the creature. The black and white cat had been watching him since he'd arrived. As sweet and soft as she looked, Osferth knew better than to give her the cuddle that she deserved. One touch and he was spending the evening covered in red blotches and sneezing his brains out.

Osferth had been in the apartment on his own for nearly three hours, in that time he hadn't ventured much beyond the open kitchen and living room. Once,he had walked around the corner to use the little boy's room. Despite Lottie showing him where everything was and encouraging him to make himself at home, Osferth had remained awkwardly glued to the couch.

The apartment was certainly Sunniva with hints of Lottie thrown in. Vibrant and bold colours, with hints of floral patterns here and there. Photos of people he didn't know, likely family and friends, a few photos of people he knew very well – his friends from home.

A photo of Finan and Lottie sat on a table in the hall, the fridge was home to a photo of Osferth and Sunniva on the beach before sunrise. His personal favourite was a photo of Lottie sitting with Osbert on her knee, snuggling into him while Finan sat in the background. Osferth had taken that photo the night he'd surprised Lottie with her big sister.

On the wall between what Osferth assumed to be bedroom doors was a photo of Lottie and a tall blond man, he didn't have to do much math to know it was her late fiance, Shaun. They looked happy enough, as they stood wrapped in one another, Lottie holding a bouquet of wild flowers. The matching cream and lavender outfits had given away that they had been part of a wedding party.

Shuffling to avoid being rubbed on by the cat, Osferth moved as far as he could on the couch. On the stand beneath the television, the photo that had made Osferth smile the most was of two young girls. Holding hands, each with a melting ice cream cone in the other. The smaller dark haired girl, who he knew to be Lottie, had her face covered in chocolate ice cream. Sunniva a head taller, red hair in a blue bow, was smiling with several teeth missing.

How they hadn't changed.

“All clean.” Announcing her return, she stood a few feet away from Osferth. Leggings and a loose tshirt had been her go to outfit since she'd started to grow slightly outward. “Did you want anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Osferth rose from his seat once more. Gesturing to the photo. “I have to say, I think that is my favourite of you and Lottie.”

“Oh, goodness. We were so young. We'd gone on a trip with our cousins. I remember that I wanted to see Anne of Green Gables, so we went to the house.” Sunniva laughed. “Everyone was bored to tears, but Lottie and I loved it. There was ice cream.”

“We never did many trips when I was a kid.” Osferth frowned and shrugged. Mostly because his mother could never afford it. “But, right before school started, we would take a train to Leeds to visit my uncle Leofric, and I thought that was the grandest thing in the world.”

“Anything can be grand, if you make it that way.”

“Oh, Leeds was boring, but uncle Leofric was amazing. He was really tall and stern, I guess he still is, but he always took me for sweets while my mum went to visit their aunt.” Osferth smiled fondly. “He would get an extra large pizza and we would watch movies that my mum would have never let me see. I remember watching The Sixth Sense with him. I felt like we were breaking all of the rules.”

“He sounds lovely.”

“He is! Maybe, if you were to come back for a visit, we could go see him?” Osferth had been hopeful to see Sunniva back in Bamburgh. He'd been too shy to ask her about coming to visit him, but he knew that once Lottie made the move – Sunniva would once again cross the pond.

“I'd like that.” Sunniva smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, yet keeping her distance. “Look, Osferth, I...”

“I've missed you.” Osferth slid his hand across the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Bodies inches apart, he smiled wearily. “Is that too bold?”

“No, I've missed you, a lot.” Sunniva's smile was sad and...teary eyed? “Osferth, I um...”

“What if we get comfortable and I can find a place to order us dinner? We can hang out and not move for the rest of the evening?”

“Lottie will be...”

“She said something about spending the night with your parents?”

“Did she now?”

“She did.” Osferth slid his hand around her waist, pulling her flush to him. Biting her bottom lip, Sunniva tried not to burst into tears. Hold it together a few seconds at least. “Sunny, are things okay? Am I overstepping? Is something wrong?”

What if Osferth had read this wrong? Had he been too forward?

Surely not?

Lottie had explicitly told him that Sunniva was missing him. When she'd asked him to come for a surprise visit, she'd given detail that Sunniva was upset and Lottie felt that a visit from Osferth could turn that around.

Perhaps overwhelm? Or shock?

Not that Osferth expected her to run and jump into his arms, as if she had been pining for him all this time. Okay, a tiny part had – sort of – expected that. Sunniva was affectionate and bold, this was...Osferth sighed. Whatever was happening was not the feisty redhead that he'd gotten to know. Oh boy! How well he'd gotten to know Sunniva Byrnes.

“I'm...we're...” Sunniva shrugged, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. “ Oh fuck.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she inhaled deeply. “I have something that you need to know. Um, I...”

“Yes?” His clear blue eyes staring into hers, Osferth began to feel slightly anxious.

“There's only one way to do this.” Sunniva blew out a breath. “We're having a baby.”

Might as well rip the band-aid off now.

“You're pregnant?”

“I am.”

Hearing the words, Osferth stood like stone, tightening his arms around her waist to keep from falling over. Eyes wide and jaw nearly on the ground, he looked a bit like a fish trying to catch their breath out of water. Sunniva softly traced her finger along his cheek, tapping his nose to try and get some response out of him.

“Osferth? Hello?”

“Y-you're pregnant? I'm gonna be, it's my, we're going to be...”

“If this is something that you don't want to be a part of, then tell me now. Please.” Sunniva's blue eyes reached his. Blinking rapidly, Osferth shook his head. Hands trembling with excitement. “I won't be upset, I understand that it's a lot. Especially since we barely know one another.”

Unable to find the right words – or any words – Osferth leaned in kissing her harder and more excitedly than he had ever kissed another. Cupping his face, Sunniva felt the tears or relief sliding down her cheeks, causing Osferth's face to dampen as he kissed her hard enough to take her breath away. For a moment she had to wonder if he would ever let her breathe again. Lips swollen and brilliant blue eyes red rimmed, Osferth heaved a sigh that shook both him and Sunniva.

“I'm going to be a dad? Is this why Lottie asked me to come? Does she know?”

“She knows. She's the only one.” Sunniva felt her tears turning into laughter. “I didn't want to tell you on the phone and I don't have any more time to take off. I...I guess this was the next best thing?”

“Oh, Sunny, this is the best thing.” Osferth's lip quivered as he spoke.

“A-are you sure?”

“I am very sure.”

“I have been so anxious to tell you.” Clearing her throat, Sunniva forced a smile as Osferth brushed the tears from her cheeks. “I wasn't sure how you'd react, or if you would think I did it on purpose. I know that we're adults and...”

“And you're right, we're adults. We knew what could happen and we still did it. I've no regrets to this.” Osferth's smile was bright and his eyes as gentle as always. “H-how far? I don't know enough about babies to know all of the weeks or any thing like that. I mean I know a little...”

“I'm in the middle of twelve weeks.” Sunniva smiled as Osferth lifted her shirt, admiring the growing belly that she wore. “In theory the baby is the size of a plum. Tomorrow, I have an appointment for a scan. If you want...”

“I'm allowed to come, right?”

“Of course you are. I can't wait for you to see them.”

“Them? We're having twins?” Osferth gulped.

“No, I meant them as in we don't know if its a boy or a girl.” Sunniva laughed at his deer in the headlights look.

“When do we know? Do you want to know?”

“We have six or eight weeks to decide that.” Sunniva brushed her hand through his hair. “You're seriously okay with this?”

“Sunny, I am beyond okay with this.” His face tear stained and eyes shining. “I have so many questions, though. How did you know? When? Do we know when you're due? “

“Some time in November. We'll have a baby before Christmas.” Sunniva's smile couldn't grow any more if she wanted it to. “Funny story, I was having these crazy dreams about babies and Aelswith being angry at me. How dare we live in sin.”

Osferth snorted, that seemed like Aelswith Wessex to a tee. The woman would never accept Osferth, as a product of her husband's affair, yet she would no doubt have a hay day chastising him for his sins. So long as he made the distillery money, she wasn't too terrible to Osferth.

“One morning, on my way in to work, I was so sick and by the time my break came along I realised that my period was late.” Sunniva wiped the back of her hand across her nose. “My boss thought I had food poisoning and sent me home, I took a test and...”

“Sunny. Oh Sunny, I'm sorry that I wasn't here.”

“Well, you didn't know. Hell, I didn't even know until that point. When Lottie got back, I had to tell her. Right after, I booked my first appointment.” Sunniva shrugged.

Leaving out the part about how she had sat in the bathroom for nearly two hours sobbing, while having a mild panic attack over what would happen, when she finally broke down and told him.

“I wish I could have been at that one, too.”

“That reminds me, before tomorrow. Hold on.”

Rushing down the hall, back into her bedroom, Osferth could hear Sunniva rummaging around. Cursing as she nearly tripped over a cat, she managed to regain her balance. Osferth stood soaking in the news, as if unable to move from the spot where he'd been fixed to the rug in the living room. This had been a lot to take in and not at all the news he thought would be waiting for him.

Rubbing his sweaty palms over his jeans, he closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. When he'd asked Sunniva to come to Bamburgh, never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this. The nights – afternoons and mornings – they had spent wrapped in one another, had been something like a fever dream.

A goddess of his own, destined to be nothing more than friends. Or so he'd assumed.

This was wild. Osferth was having a time keeping up, yet managed to keep his composure well. Another Wessex with a random child to a random woman, the apples didn't fall far from that tree.

No. Osferth scolded himself.

He was neither his father, nor his half-brother.

Sunniva hadn't been a random affair or a woman to dispose of, once he grew bored. Unlike Alfred or Edward; Osferth was going to be involved. One way or another, he would do it before the child turned 30 as well.

“I have it!” Announcing her triumph, Sunniva waved a piece of paper in the air as she walked over to Osferth. Passing him the paper with the black and white image, the small white writing in the corner gave a date and the name : Byrnes, Sunniva.

“Wow. Is this the baby?”

“It's a bit hard to see.” Sunniva traced her finger around the image in the red circle. “That was my first scan, I was between six and seven weeks.”

“That's our baby?”

“That black dot is our baby.”

“I can't wait for tomorrow. I think I'm already in love with them.” Osferth stood holding the scan, his eyes never leaving the image.

A baby!

His baby.

Their baby.

Oh god.

“Should we tell people? I assume at some point we will have to, but I don't...” Osferth muttered more to himself, as he tried to wrap his head around the tiny image in the photo.

“I'm telling my boss next week, I didn't want anyone to know before you and certainly not too early.” Sunniva explained, watching as Osferth held the paper, studying it in awe. “Tomorrow we get another look. I'm excited to see how much they've grown.”

“I just...Sunny.” Blowing out a breath, Osferth shook his head. “This is unreal.”

“Oh it's very real, the morning sickness and fatigue definitely tell me it's real. Not to mention how sore my boobs have been.” She placed her hands over her breasts and groaned.

Kissing her cheek, Osferth grinned. “Well, I'm here now and I plan on taking very good care of you.”

“I appreciate that.” Sitting on the couch, Sunniva kicked her feet up and sighed.

Taking a seat beside her, Osferth pulled her legs up into his lap, softly rubbing her calves. Oh! this she could get used to. “I guess the next question is, when should I tell Alfred that I am moving?”

“Why would you move?” Tilting her head, Sunniva looked at him in confusion.

“We can't raise a baby with an ocean between us, Sunniva.” As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Osferth made his statement.

Tucking a piece of red hair behind her ear, Sunniva shook her head. “I was thinking that I'd move.”

“Seriously?” Rubbing her left calf, Osferth temporarily took a break. Gently squeezing her leg, he sighed and frowned. “You can't give up your life, the least you can let me do is this.”

“Baby, you love your job. Mine can be done from anywhere, I've been looking for jobs since before I left Bamburgh. Lottie wasn't the only one who fell in love over there. Vet tech jobs aren't half as hard to get. If you moved here what would you do?”

“I could work as a book keeper, I could work in an office? Construction?”

“Osferth, you're one of the best whiskey makers in the UK.” Sunniva rolled her eyes. “It may take a bit and I may have to have the baby here, but I'm not letting you move here. Especially not for me.”

“I want to be with you every step of the way. I'm not abandoning you or my child.” Osferth's jaw clenched. “I'm not my...”

“You don't have to. I know that you want to be a good dad. You will be.” Sunniva shook her head, picking a piece cat hair from her shoulder “We'll make this work.”

Nodding, slowly, Osferth sighed. What other choice did he have than to trust her? Sunniva was a bit of a dreamer, one who somehow managed to make things work for her. No doubt, she had fallen in love with Bamburgh, it was hard not to be enchanted by the quiet life that it allowed one to live. Osferth had been there his whole life and until this moment – other than when he'd tried his hand at Pastoral College – he had never considered living anywhere else.

“I know that we will.” Osferth's smile was small. “Sunny, I want what is best for you and for the baby. Whatever you need from me, I am willing to do it.”

“What I, we, need from you right now is to be here.” Gently poking him in the rib with her foot, Sunniva grinned. “Just like this. Asses on the couch, rotting away, after a long day.”

“I can provide that.” Osferth laughed happily. “Want to tell me about work?”

“It was work. We had two dentals, a hair tie removal from a senior cat, and then I had to check a tortoise for vitamin A deficiency.” Leaning her head back, Sunniva sighed as Osferth began to rub her legs again. “A typical day. Although, the dental cleanings were rough, I don't mind them, but nearly vomited a few times.”

“I'm sorry.”

“What for? You can't control what my body has decided to deem acceptable and unacceptable.” Snorting, Sunniva reached out pinching his cheek.

“No, but I am the one who got you pregnant, so it sort of becomes my fault?”

“Not even close.” Sunniva laughed. “But nice try. How were your flights?”

They would have been fine, had Osferth not been slightly timid of flying. Flying always made him queasy and a tad anxious. All in all, he had managed. Thanking God when they had landed safely and he was once again on the ground. The amount of prayers he had said over the course of the flight was likely enough to set a world record.

“It was a flight? I hate flying, truly, but I was happy and excited to come see you. Lottie was so enthusiastic and now I see why.” Osferth's smile grew from the grimace. “I'm only dreading when I have to return, why can't people still use boats?”

“They do, but are you sure you want to be stuck in the ocean for that long?” Sunniva giggled, trying to be supportive.

Osferth shook his head and made a disgusted face. “Flying it is. Some day, I will figure out how to teleport. I swear. You know, if you really wanted to, then you could fly back with me.”

Drawing a breath, Sunniva shook her head. “I would love that, but I still have to work. Plus, it's going to take a bit for papers and...”

“Quit your job early, come on a holiday, and we can worry about the rest when we get closer to having the baby.”

Who was this man?

Osferth was always rational and logical. Sunniva admired his spirit. More than once she had laid in bed thinking about doing just that. When she'd first told Lottie the news, they had decided to both sleep in Sunniva's room that night, face to face in bed Lottie had suggested Sunniva move to Bamburgh. Semi-joking, until Sunniva told her that she had already been looking for jobs there.

“I wish it was that simple. If I don't have a job, then what happens? I need the money, we need the money, babies aren't cheap.” Sunniva pouted. As much as she loved his plan, they needed to remain practical.

“Let me worry about the money.”

“No. I'm not doing that, it's not fair and besides, I don't want to be reliant on a man. No offense. I adore you, Osferth, but I can't let myself do that.”

“I understand, but I am here to help. I want to help. Even if it means shouldering the financials for a bit. Sunny, I want to help take care of you.”

“Osferth, I am grateful for you. You have no idea, but this is something that we need to be mutual in. It's my own hang up and I am sorry, but I can't let you do that.” firm tone, her eyes bore into him. Message loud and clear. “What I need the most from you, is to be happy and I think you have already covered that.”

Nodding, Osferth's smile nearly reached his ears. “I am very happy. Oh God, how good has he been to me, to us? I can't believe that we're having a baby. I'm...oh wow.”

Humming, Sunniva ran her hand across the back of her neck, a slight smirk causing her face to light up. Osferth knew that devilish look. Oftentimes it came right before they were about to – he shifted in his seat.

“I do wonder, how will the ladies at church take this? Their sweet and innocent Osferth, a man of God, who does no wrong.” teasing him, she watched his cheeks flush red. “Goodness, you will have to ask for some forgiveness there.”

“Shush,” Osferth tried to hide his laughter, “the good thing is they all liked you. A win I suppose.”

“They liked me when I was your friend, not the slut you fucked before church and knocked up.” Sunniva shrugged, trying her best not to laugh at the scenario. How they had walked into church that morning, having had a rather – indecent morning. Smiles on their faces, bright and glowing, although it had little to do with the Holy Spirit.

“You were still the slut I fucked before church, after as well.” Osferth countered. “They just weren't aware of such sins, at that moment anyway.”

Leaning over, Sunniva placed her hands on his knees, lips inches from his. She sighed and pulled back. Shaking her head, she bit her bottom lip, locking eyes.

“I don't care what other people think of us.” Osferth leaned forward, his hand brushing against her cheek. “We will never please them all. Besides, I don't want to.”

“I love you-r way of thinking.” Sunniva moved to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Now that we've covered the basics. Is there anything else, important, that we need to get out of the way?”

“Uh, well.” Osferth couldn't think of anything pressing. He had so many thoughts running through his mind, but none seemed ultra important at the moment. Clasping Sunniva's hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Lottie must be dying to tell Finan.”

“I think she's been keeping it together pretty well.”

“Should we let her tell him?”

Finan was coming to visit Lottie in a few weeks, evidently he was going to find out. Osferth didn't mind, Lottie had been keeping the secret and it was probably eating at her.

“Do you want to tell him yourself? If she tells him, is he going to tell the others?”

“I don't mind if she tells him.” Shrugging, Osferth shook his head. “Finan won't tell, if we ask him not to. He's so preoccupied in Lottie moving, he's doing good to remember his own name. It's all he can talk about. He uh, he's finally getting around to packing some of Ingrith's stuff. It's crazy to think she's been gone almost a year.”

“You miss her?”

“I think we all miss her, but I think we all know that Finan moving on is a good thing. I can't think of one reason not to love Lottie, she's pretty special. Like someone else, I know.” Osferth grinned sheepishly. “When we break it down, if it weren't for Ingrith and Lottie, then we would have never met.”

Not that Osferth would have ever wished his best friend's wife dead, nor would he have hoped for Lottie to lose her fiance. At the same time, God did what God needed to do. If Ingrith's cancer and Shaun's aneurysm weren't to happen, then Osferth would not be here right now. It was odd how a tragic moment in one person's life could impact all of those around them and even strangers.

“No that's true.” Sunniva nodded and grimaced. “I don't want to break up this moment, but I am getting really hungry.”

“Say no more, what do you want?” Osferth leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “We can go out? Stay in? Whatever you want, I'm happy to provide.”

Sunniva, hungry, on any day could be terrifying. Osferth wasn't willing to risk how terrifying it could get whilst she was pregnant. Once or twice he had witnessed that wrath.

Scrunching her nose, Sunniva sat with her legs stretching across Osferth. When she'd left work, her plan had been to come home and ask Lottie what she wanted for dinner. So long as it wasn't seafood or contained onions, those were two things that Sunniva wasn't handling well this week. Conveying the concerns to Osferth, she gnawed on her bottom lip for a few seconds attempting to think over what sounded enticing.

On a normal Thursday, she would have gone to her favourite Indian restaurant, ordering way too much food and enjoying the left overs for the next two days. Currently, the smell of her favourite restaurant was, also, something that her body could not tolerate.

For the last couple of weeks meals had been picky bits of whatever Sunniva saw in the kitchen, which didn't cause her distress by how they smelled or taste.

“If you don't mind, I'd prefer to stay in. I'm not ready to shower yet. Plus, I don't know if I have the energy to go far.” A slight smile, she reached her hand out to Osferth. Holding his hand, she closed her eyes and grumbled as her stomach rumbled at her. “What if we order in? I know of a great burger place.”

Attempting to convince Sunniva that she should let him pay for dinner, Osferth gave up, as she beat him to it by grabbing the phone and placing the order. All paid for, before he even realised that she had ordered dinner. Over the last year, Sunniva and Lottie had ordered frequently from the small burger spot a few blocks down. Without thinking, Sunniva had ordered as they usually would, forgetting to leave the details that it was to be handed to Osferth.

A few meters from the main door, Osferth stood in the chilly evening air. Spring was in full swing, yet it didn't seem to matter as he leaned against the building with a cigarette in hand – a habit that he had been trying to break, perhaps a baby was a good enough reason to finally give up?

The city surrounding him was quiet, smaller than Osferth had imagined it to be. Yet bigger than Bamburgh. Taking another drag from the cigarette, he glanced around at the cosy looking apartment. Six floors, with an underground car park, a small green space to the side, and a park down the street. Sunniva had been in this building for three years, it was home.

Osferth sighed, smoke surrounding him. Bamburgh was home, it always would be, but he wouldn't hate having to live here – temporarily, if he should need to.

A tall teenager in a hat with the restaurant logo on it paused at the front door, checking the order and looking over the numbers for Unit 506.

“506?” Osferth asked, his accent seeming to throw the teen.

Confirming that the Englishman with the funny name was allowed to accept the order, via building intercom, the teenager thanked Osferth for the tip and left him with the bag of food. Successfully loaded down with dinner, Osferth returned to the elevator. He wasn't the biggest fan of elevators, the way they made your body feel like it was being suspended in mid-air as they rode up and down. Stomach dropping slightly, his ears popping, Osferth was happy when the bell chimed and opened to the floor he needed.

Sauntering down the hall to the third door on the right, he pushed it open and announced his arrival. Moving the cat off of her lap, Sunniva smiled sweetly at him and apologised for the slight mix up. A quick kiss, she licked her lips and groaned.

“I am going to quit.” immediately Osferth informed her of his newest decision.

“If that's your decision, then I am happy with whatever you are.” Shrugging, Sunniva led the way to the kitchen table. “I was just enjoying the taste.”

Frowning, Osferth placed the bag on the table. “I don't want to be an asshole, but is that safe?”

“Uh, probably not. No.” Sunniva pulled out a chair, taking a seat. Not that she smoked often, but now and then. Something she had come to learn, during their two weeks, was that she preferred the taste of cigarettes on Osferth as opposed to the actual cigarette.

“Then I think we both need to quit.” tone light, Osferth reached into the bag. Producing the first container. Inside of the brown paper bag smelled intoxicating, surely this had to be one of the most heavenly smells on earth. “Cheese, extra peanut butter with chili.” reading off the top of the container, handing it to Sunniva. “No onion.”

“Thank you.” Happily accepting the container, Sunniva's smile grew as she opened the top to look in at her burger. Peanut butter with chili was the only way to go. She'd argue that even when she wasn't pregnant.

“Chicken with pineapple and provolone.” Osferth read the top of his box. “I am trusting you on this, by the way.” he passed her a can of root beer, accepting the cold can, Sunniva snapped open the top taking a drink and sighing happily. “Is it good?”

“It's so good.” She nodded and giggled.

“Last but not least,” Osferth pulled a box of fries from the bag, putting them into the middle of the table. Packages of vinegar and mustard tucked in the bottom of the bag, per Sunniva's request. Set for dinner, he double checked that they had everything they would need, before taking the seat opposite of the content pregnant lady.

“I'm glad that you're here.” Gently swatting him with her foot under the table.

“I am glad that Lottie asked me to come.” Osferth looked at the chicken burger topped with a fresh piece of grilled pineapple and melted provolone cheese. Coming highly recommended when he'd asked Sunniva what he should try. Taking a bite, he sat for a moment. Sunniva watching him intently. The sweetness of the pineapple against the crusted chicken was unusual, but he didn't hate it.

“And?”

“I think you are right.” Osferth chuckled, holding his dinner out. “Do you want a bite?”

“No, I'm not feeling chicken right now. It's okay some days, but others.” Sunniva shrugged, offering him a bite of her burger. Osferth declined, the chili was a bit much for him. “Lottie is going to be jealous, but she's the one who didn't want to stay home.”

“I assume we'll see her tomorrow? Maybe after your appointment, we could do something?” Osferth plucked a few fries from the box. Osferth enjoyed Lottie's company, they had spent a fair bit of time getting to know one another, when she'd first arrived on holiday in Bambugh.

“My appointment is late afternoon. Maybe? Tomorrow, we should do dinner with my parents, I'll see if Lottie wants to join? They will want to meet you. But!" Sunniva held up her hand, taking a second to lick the peanut butter from the side. "No mention of the baby. We can tell them that right before you leave."

"Okay. Why?"

"Well, my mother will find her own version of events. She told my grandmother that Lottie is running away to be with some old Irish man, who lured her in."

"Oh god."

"Mm. Lottie explained that Finan is in his 30's and they met, because he lost his wife. My grandmother seems eager to meet him." Sunniva explained.

"Right, so I am to be the deadbeat, English prick who manipulated you into having my baby, for the purpose of strengthening my heirs and will take the child and leave you penniless?"

"Something like that. Yeah." Leaning in to grab some fries, Sunniva giggled. "My mom means well. She's dramatic and doesn't want us leaving her."

"That is understandable, you are her children."

Rolling her eyes, Sunniva huffed. Yes, her mother meant well. Yes, her mother was overprotective. Yes, it was a bit unbearable at times. Sunniva should be thankful that her mother cared.

“I'm not a little girl anymore and I can make my own decisions and mistakes.” Defending with a smirk, she reached out her hand. Taking her hand across the table, Osferth grinned. “I happen to think some of my decisions were better than others.”

Dinner finished, Osferth offered to clean up while Sunniva had her shower. Whining about how much energy it took her to do so these days, she pouted but went ahead with it anyway. If she showered tonight, it would be one less thing she would have to do tomorrow. Osferth pointed out, wisely, if she showered now then she could sleep in tomorrow. They had nowhere to be until the afternoon.

Come morning, Osferth knew that he'd be awake at some ungodly hour, due to the time change. Already he had plans for making breakfast and allowing Sunniva to sleep as long as she possibly could. Fresh from the shower, Sunniva peeked around the corner to see the apartment tidy and the only light on was the one over the kitchen sink. Casually, she had mentioned it one evening in conversation at Osferth's.

Walking back to her bedroom, Osferth sat on the floor in front of his suitcase, his clothing organised and neatly packed in mesh packing bags. Maybe their child would inherit his habit of always being organised? Sunniva was anything but. Towel around her body and one around her hair, she yawned and stepped around Osferth to grab her pjs.

“Sorry.” he scooted to the side.

“You're fine.” Sunniva smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Thank you for leaving the light on.”

“Ah yes, I couldn't have Hetty and Olivia going without their light. I want them to like me.” Chuckling, Osferth looked at Sunniva's reflection in the mirror that he sat facing.

“They appreciate it.” She smiled, dropping her towel. Taking in the reflection of her naked form, Osferth sighed and smiled lazily. “Like what you see?”

Pulling on her shorts and tshirt, Sunniva giggled. Before he left, there would be plenty of time to tease him.

“Always.”

Eyes adverted from the reflection, Osferth blushed. Silly really, he had saw her naked more than enough. Clearing his throat, he went back to opening the other side of his suitcase where he had stored a few goodies to bring.

“These,” Osferth produced three bags of Walker's Salt and Vingar crisps, “are yours.”

“Oh my god!” Sunniva squealed happily taking the bags from him. “Baby!”

“This,” he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, “we can't have yet. Soon.”

“Keep it, you can open it to celebrate when the baby gets here.” Sunniva climbed into bed, bag of crisps in hand. Sunniva hated eating in bed, but this – it was different.

“Oh, no. No this isn't even a decent blend.” Shaking his head, Osferth placed the bottle on the night stand. “My baby, our baby, is getting their own reserve.”

“Oh, fancy.”

“Aelfwynn got one, for the year and month she was born. It won't be opened until she's 18. I didn't blend it, but I'm doing the same.” Osferth grinned and winked. “Secretly, I have one for Aethelstan and Aedgyth, too. It won't be a proper 18 years, because it wasn't blended until they were three.”

“Look at you, being the proper family man. Blending children their own whiskey.” snorting in laughter, Sunniva took a couple of crisps from the bag, moaning in delight as she ate them. A slightly off flavour from brushing her teeth didn't seem the phase her, taking another few from the bag.

“We have to give the children what they want.” Osferth laughed, retrieving his tshirt and pants to sleep in. “Children want good whiskey.”

“Yes, they do.” Sunniva erupted into laughter.

Surprises unpacked, Osferth placed his suitcase back by the closet door, on the other side of the room. Sunniva reached over turning on a bed side lamp and a small pink salt lamp on her night stand. Asking Osferth to turn off the overhead light and shut the door, the cats would be offended, but they would be fine. In no way did Sunniva want Osferth to wake up with red blotches with red eyes, looking like some sort of classic horror movie monster. The room considerably dimmer, Osferth made sure to turn his phone on silent. Confident that he had set his alarms properly for the time change, he wasn't taking chances, they didn't need to be woken at some unholy hour by his mistake.

“Is there anything else we need?” asking before pulling his socks off, Osferth gave Sunniva a curious look. In the softness of the lamp and the pink light from the salt lamp, her hair seemed redder and her entire body held a gentle glow. Like an angel or a goddess.

Sunniva shook her head. Patting the bed beside her, a smile on her face. “I only need you in bed.”

“We can make that happen.” Osferth's smile was sleepy. He'd had a rather long day. Pushing back the bright purple blanket, Osferth sat on the side of the bed giving Sunniva time to get comfortable.

“This is a bit odd.” She moved over, allowing Osferth into bed.

“How so?”

“I don't think we've ever been in bed, with our clothes on.”

“Ah, which is exactly how we ended up with this one.” Osferth chuckled, softly tapping the top of Sunniva's stomach. “Do you mind? I um, is it weird if I want to talk...Never mind.”

“I don't know how much they can hear right now,” Sunniva pushed her top up over her belly, “but I talk to them all the time. Lottie never stops.”

“I am sure she is loving this.”

"Lottie needs to go back to Bamburgh and let Finan get her pregnant." Sunniva groaned with a laugh. "She's driving me crazy."

"She's your little sister and she loves you." Osferth defended with a kiss to Sunniva's cheek. "She's excited. Something to be said, as I doubt my family will care."

"Baby, you know that Aethelflaed is going to be thrilled. Ecgwynn too!" Sunniva ran her, non salt and vinegar stained, fingers through his hair with a smile. "Aldhelm nearly cries when he sees a baby."

“He does love babies.”

"My point is, you have family who will be just as excited as Lottie. Don't think for a minute that Uhtred and Eadith won't be screaming in joy." Licking her fingers, Sunniva passed Osferth the open bag of crisps, to shelf beside the bottle of whiskey on the night stand.

Adjusting her pillows to sit a bit upright, a position that she had been most comfortable sleeping in this week, Sunniva turned to face Osferth. "Tomorrow we get to see how much they've grown and we get to hear the heartbeat."

Osferth laid on his side, carefully drawing small circles on Sunniva's bare stomach. Shirt pushed up, she smiled at his amusement. "Heartbeat?"

"Mm." Sunniva hummed.

“I've told you, I think I could be in love.” Osferth's voice was low. Sunniva nodded. “I am already very much in love with this little one. Maybe a bit more in love with you, too. Is that weird?”

Shrugging, Sunniva could recall the three times Osferth had told her that he was in love with her. Brushing them all off as still being hazy from sex. No doubt, she believed that he was already on his way to being fully in love with the baby. After telling Lottie and having her first appointment, Sunniva certainly had been.

“Is it love? Or are we two fools, who are having a baby together and only think it's love?”

“On my end, it's love or something very close to it. I've felt it for a while.”

“I don't not love you.” Sunniva blinked back a few more tears. “I'm so overwhelmed, Osferth. I don't know what I am feeling anymore.”

“Here's the plan, we focus on the baby for now. We agree to be a united front and if we become more, then we become more. If we don't, then we are at least friendly enough to raise a child together.” Osferth offered, kissing the back of her hand. “I want you to know that I will do whatever you need me to, in order to raise this baby.”

“You're a good man, Osferth Wessex.” Patting his cheek, Sunniva used her tshirt to dry her eyes.

“I'm not a good man, but I know that I can learn to be better.” Osferth shrugged, softly he traced random shapes and patterns across her belly. “I want to be a good father, I want to be what I never got to have.”

“Baby, you're going to be a great father. I know it.”

“I hope you are right.” Osferth sniffed back the few tears that were threatening to fall. “With you as their mum, our kid is going to be the luckiest. They're going to be so loved.”

“You flatter me.” trying to hold back a yawn, Sunniva's smile was sleepy.

“Okay, enough talk. You're exhausted.”

“Don't tell me what to do.” Sunniva's giggle was just as sleepy. “But you're right. Good night, Baby.”

“Good night, Sunny.” Osferth kissed her forehead, rolling over his lazily tossed an arm around her waist. Snuggling in, Sunniva sighed and her breathing steadied.

Closing his eyes, Osferth quietly mumbled the beginning of his prayers. Sunniva listened as he asked the Lord to guide and keep him on the right path, dosing off before he got too far. Growing silent in his prayers, Osferth took a steadying breath. Asking the Lord to watch over his friends and family – family. The thought made him smile in the dim light of the room.

Family – Osferth could be okay with that, even if Sunniva only wished to remain friends. They could worry about that later, for now, he was too filled with joy to even care what label they put on this.

In the hearth the fire roared, as the weary warrior paced the floor before the flames. In a black pot a bit of water boiled with the handful of herbs that he had fetched from the healer before sundown. His hands marked in black ink trembled as he rubbed them over his face. A shiver through his body as the thought of what he'd walked in to find earlier this day.

She'd been in her bed, every fur she had wrapped tightly around her body, as she shook with a cold sweat on her brow. Her skin looked as though she'd been dead and brought back to life, to touch her was as if he'd reached out and touched the flames of the fire he paced before. Her hair soaked with the sweat from her forehead, she had laid under the furs complaining as though she felt like the ice in the river.

Immediately he had ran, not because of the sickness, but because if he hadn't then...

He cleared his throat and stopped his pacing long enough to check on the herbs. Once they had began to turn the water, he could take them out and allow her to drink it. Checking the boiling water, he rubbed his hands together, pleading to whatever gods – be they his or hers, to let this work. A slight tinge of green coloured the water, exactly as the healer said it would. Carefully removing the pot from the flames, he sat it on the hearth to pull the bundle of herbs from the water, then allow it to cool enough for her to safely drink.

“Sihtric.” the hoarse voice croaked from behind the thick cloth that separated the living space from the sleeping quarters. “Sih-” she began to cough. Deep and wet, in her chest, the noise rumbled. Sihtric flinched.

“I am here.” He called back in a soft manner.

Cautiously ladling the brew into a wooden cup, Sihtric wrinkled his nose at the smell. Along with the herbs and instructions on how to use them, the healer had left him with a salve. It had to be put against the skin on her back, chest, and throat. Sihtric had repeated those to himself several times as not to forget. Once she'd drank a good amount of the brewed herbs and was able to stomach it, Sihtric was to give her a little bit of honey paste. He hadn't asked what it was mixed with, although he would trust the healer knew what they were doing.

Collecting the small wooden box that contained the salve, he was mindful of the hot brew which he took to her. Pushing back the linen that separated the room, his dual coloured eyes immediately set upon her frail body. She had not changed much since he had arrived, shaking from the cold she felt in her bones, and the heat consuming the outside of her body. Teeth chattering as he sat on the edge of her bed.

“Are you able to sit up?” He asked, placing the hot brew on a small wooden stump that she kept beside her bed. Coughing, loud and hard, she managed to shake her head. “I will help you, let us try.” Sihtric slipped an arm behind her back, around her waist while the other took her arm closest to him and draped it around his neck.

His fit stature, years of being an active warrior, he was able to guide her as if she were a feather, into a sitting position with her back resting against the wall. Pulling the furs around her body, Sihtric was careful not to look at her in the shift she wore. It would be most indecent of him to look at a Christian woman in such a state. Christian, the thought tugged at the corner of his lips. She was Christian in much the same way Finan was, the Irishman had his faith, although he preferred to practice it on his own terms.

“My feet are so cold.” She mumbled resting against the wall, the furs on her lap doing little to keep her toes from feeling as though they were icicles hanging from a roof on a winter's morn.

“Do you wish to have another fur? I can place another stone at the bottom of the bed.” Sihtric frowned, standing in case he had to get another warm stone from the fire.

Shaking her head, she sniffled and pushed a sweat soaked piece of hair away from her face. She'd braided her hair the evening she had began to feel unwell, dressing in her night clothes, and crawling into her warm bed. Nearly four sunrises later, she had not left the bed for much. When she attempted to leave the bed, her legs began to shake and she felt as though she was going to fall over.

When Sihtric had arrived she had been in her bed, mumbling about her late mother and brother. Panicked he had raced to her, asking her if she could hear him. If she could feel his touch, his hand on her forehead. He had seen people mumbling about such things before they left this world to join those on the other side. She had reassured him that she could feel his touch and she could not see her passed loved ones, only thinking out loud about how she had wished they were there now to keep her company.

She had been alone for much of this, which puzzled and angered Sihtric. When she had failed to show up at his lord's home or even the alehouse, or the market – had nobody thought to look for her? Had not a single being thought to go searching and to see if she was alive?

He had been sent out to scout for his Lord, Uhtred around seven sunrises ago. She had been well, cheeks rosy and eyes bright when he had last saw her in the market, before he had been on his way. How she had teased him that afternoon, telling him that she would only mildly miss him hanging around her like a fly who buzzed around the stables.

Lifting the brew from the stump, Sihtric held it up for her, there would be no use handing her the hot brew. If she began to shake then she would risk spilling it, becoming wet and possibly burn herself. “You need to drink this.”

“I really can't.” Her eyes closed she sighed. “I just want to sleep.”

“I know, the healer said it will help. Once you have had this, then I have a honey paste. There is a salve also. I may have to fetch Eadith or Hild to assist.”

“Whatever for?”

“I do not...It would not be proper of me....It must go under your clothing. On your skin. Drink and I will fetch one of them.” Sihtric explained, his own hands shaking as he held out the wooden cup. Lifting the cup to her cracked lips, he licked his as if it would help her. Gently tipping the cup for her, Sihtric was gentle and careful not to spill any on her.

“Eugh.” She cried her face contorted as if she'd smelled something most foul. “Are you trying to poison me?”

“No! No! The healer gave...”

“It taste like the under side of a pig, who has been left in the sun to bake.” She stuck out her tongue, another disgusted noise rising from her throat. “Must I drink this?”

“I am afraid to say it, but yes.” Sihtric's mouth turned into a slight smirk.

Taking another mouthful of the warm, disgusting, brew, she drew in a breath and made a slight “oof” noise. Sihtric hated to see her in such a state, although, had she been well enough he would have taken the chance to tease her about the herbs. Another time. Gently lifting the cup for one last mouthful, he watched as she placed her hand over his guiding the cup to her lips. Another retching sound as she finished the herbal brew, she shook her head and whimpered.

“I am sorry, the healer didn't tell me that it was that strong.”

“It's not your fault.” She laid back against the wall. Shivering once more, shifting her legs under the furs to rub her freezing feet together.

“Are you okay to be left, I need to fetch -”

“You do not need to fetch Hild or Eadith.” Her eyes landed on Sihtric's, cutting him off. He was trying his best to be kind and nurse her. His gods and hers would be pleased by such an effort.

“How shall you reach your own back?” Dumbfounded, Sihtric blinked at her, delicately perched on the side of her bed. His hands grasping the box of salve as if it were a life saving magic cure.

“I-I do not mind if you assist me with the salve. It is late and you do not want to expose them. Since you are already here.”

“I-I suppose.” Sihtric toyed with the wooden box of salve in his hands. His slender fingers tentatively removing the top of the box.

Unlacing the front of her shift, she slid it down to expose her back to him. Sihtric cleared his throat, fingers running through the sticky salve. Coated in the comforting smell, his fingers began to slowly brush against the soft skin of her back. He could make out a short scar on her left shoulder, no doubt from her time at the convent as a child, after her mother's passing. Steady, he rubbed the salve against her back, as if by magic she inhaled deeply, this time no rough cough followed, only a slight tickle in her throat to be cleared.

“Your chest as well, if you...” He wiped the salve on his trouser leg, holding the wooden box out to her.

“Go ahead.” She nodded, moving her shift forward and exposing her chest and breasts. “I am not sure I would have the strength.”

Adverting his gaze from her chest, Sihtric held his bottom lip between his teeth. Many times he had thought of this moment, as indecent as it was, he could not help himself. He'd been infatuated with her since he'd met her, nearly two winters ago. Delicately removing the salve from the wooden box, he allowed his fingers to brush against her skin once more. His hand so close to her breasts, she felt her breath hitch and her skin prickle.

A man had never touched her in such a place before. Sihtric was one of the only men – nay, Sihtric was the only man, she would trust to touch her in such a way. His hand moved from her chest to the column of her throat, as she inhaled the deep scent of the salve. Sickness once again taking over, she began to cough. Covering her mouth, she curled forward her head resting on Sihtric's shoulder as he tried to steady her while her body shook.

“Are you certain I do not need to fetch Eadith?”

“I am.” She shivered and slid down under the furs. “I would like to rest, now, Sihtric.”

“I will be by the fire, if you need me.” He stood from where he'd sat on the side of her bed, he would have to bring in a chair, it was not appropriate of him to assume she would allow him on her bed. “Rest well, lady.”

“Sihtric.” Holding out her hand, she grabbed for his arm on the way by, her grip weaker than usual. “Could you stay with me?”

“Did you not hear me? Typical, not paying attention to me.” He lightly teased her. “I will sleep at the table. Or perhaps on the fur by the fire.”

“I am cold and I do not wish to be left alone.” Her gaze held his. Moving over under the furs, she sniffled. “If you would be so kind, when I was a child, my mother would lie with us when we were sick, to create more heat for us.”

“I will get a stone, from the...”

“Please, I am asking you to lie on top of the furs. In your trousers, long enough until I am warmed. I believe it will help me, Sihtric.”

“I am a Dane, you are a Christian. What would people thi...”

“I do not see anybody else here. How could they judge? I do not see any Christian men coming to my aid.”

“Osferth, he's...Finan, I think...” Sihtric stammered.

“I do not mean Osferth or Finan, they are good men and would not judge such a situation.” She shivered, teeth chattering once more.

Giving in, Sihtric pulled off his boots, stripping down to the tunic he wore under his outer layer. Adverting her gaze as he undressed, she pulled at the thick fur wrapped around her. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, as the bed dipped under his weight.

Lying beside her, Sihtric moved to his side, positioning his body behind her in an effort to keep her warm. He was taken back, when she reached for his arm dragging it across her body. Sinking into the furs, she moved her body firmly against his. Sihtric began to relax as the warmth of the bed began to overtake him. She was sweating less and shivered only a little when he tightened his arm around her.

“Your heart is beating really fast and your breathing is quick.” She noted as she laid against him.

“Perhaps I am getting sick as well?” Sihtric countered, his voice nervously teasing.

“Perhaps. I suppose you will have to stay tucked away with me, until we both are well.”

There she was singing as she went, he could see her through the crowd, wandering down the street, around the corner, and into the – past the Ale House? Finan huffed, clutching the cross that hung around his neck, fighting the urge to place the smithed pendant in his mouth as he stood wondering what she could be up to. Pulling the dark cloak hood over his head, he slipped through the shadows to find out.

He'd been following her for the better part of the evening, since she'd left her quarters. When they had parted ways earlier, before the sun had set, he'd told her to meet him at the ale house, if her lady would allow it. His Lord, Uhtred, didn't care much what sort of endeavors the Irishman got up to, so long as he was present when his lord needed him. Careful to stay in the shadows, wishing not to be seen, Finan moved like a ghost. They did not refer to him as Finan the Agile for naught.

Chuckling to himself, he slipped past the ale house, not before stealing a glance inside. At their usual spot he took note of Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth. Sihtric was too busy with his face glued to his wife's to pay the other two men much attention. Why if Finan had a wife like that, she'd be lucky if he ever let her leave his bed. Peeking in the small window, he heard a group of guardsmen coming, not wanting to be spotted he ducked back into the night and followed her path.

Stalking his prey through the darkness, Finan couldn't help but feel the rush that coursed through his body. Tonight, of all nights, he should know better than to play around. Samhain was the night of mischief, magic, and things beyond a man's wildest imagination. If Finan were to get caught out here by a ghost or an angry spirit, there was no telling what they would do to him. A soft laugh into the dark, he continued to watch, trying to find her in the dimming light as they got further away from the village.

He should have known that she'd try to get one over on him, as he was constantly teasing her. Ah, she took it in great stride. He was Lord Uhtred's right hand man, she would be foolish not to give in to his advances. The way she would twirl her hair and bat her eyes at him, as Finan shamelessly chatted with her day after day, often distracting her from her duties. Since she had arrived in town a little over a fortnight, Finan had been taken with her. Those stunning blue eyes, her hair like coal, and that intoxicating smile. She had been far too gorgeous to be a maid, but what had he known? She was like nothing he'd ever laid eyes upon. As striking as Clíodhna herself.

Around the bend, Finan stopped, the road dark and vanishing before him. If he continued, then he followed straight to the river. It was a wee bit cold for that tonight. Huffing in the dark, he stood looking around. Nothing but the far off sound of an owl, perhaps a Samhain demon coming to grab his soul? Finan laughed nervously. Since being forced out of Ireland, he hadn't given much thought to the night. Superstitious as he was.

Pulling the hideous mask from his face, Finan lowered the cloak, turning to head back to the ale house. Some how he had lost sight of her in pursuit. Kicking at a stone with his boot, he grumbled and scratched his bearded cheek, the mask he'd carved had caused a rather unpleasant feeling. Eh, he'd tuck it away when he returned to his home, use it another time to torment Baby Monk or something, just for the hell of it.

Finan walked back along the road, not another person in sight, no doubt they were all in the ale house celebrating the end of the harvest and the coming of winter. Tomorrow, Lord Uhtred would hold a feast in honour of a plentiful harvest. Finan couldn't wait, there would be music, dancing, ale, and loads of gorgeous women who would no doubt want a man for the cold months.

Darkness giving way to the light of the town, Finan strode into the ale house, a bit confused and a little annoyed that he hadn't found her. She was good, wherever she was hiding. Tomorrow when she went to fetch water for the wash, he could find her then and congratulate her on her hiding skills. Sitting with a heavy thud on the bench next to Uhtred; Finan caught the eye of the red headed bar maid. A single nod and the gorgeous lady was at his side with a cup and a pitcher of ale.

“You look like you needed this.” She teased before placing the pitcher in front of the sulking Irishman.

“Aye, I thank ya.” He gently placed a small coin in her hand and gave a nod.

“You're late, where were you off to?” Osferth looked at his friend across the table, moving ever so slightly not to be caught in the middle of Sihtric and his wife as they all but made another child in front of the entire ale house.

“I was off to find a friend.” Finan lifted the wooden cup, taking a long drink.

Uhtred laughed at the admission. “A friend? We are your only friends, Finan.”

“Bah.” Finan scowled before breaking into a smile. Wiping his hand across his mouth, the foam from the ale trapped in his beard. “You lot are far too hairy and do not possess the correct parts, to be the sort of friend that I was looking for.”

“Ah a woman.” Rolling his eyes, Osferth gave his head a shake. “And did you find one?”

“I did, although she disappeared. Perhaps I will seek her out tomorrow.”

“Perhaps she is hiding because you look like a fool in that mask you carved.” Uhtred teased his friend. Slapping him on the back.

“I happen to know she appreciates my work. She told me so yesterday.” Finan boasted pouring more ale for Osferth. “Do you not remember me speaking to her, when we were watching the young guardsmen?”

“I do not recall a woman.” frowning, Uhtred huffed, pouring his own ale, since Finan had seemed to forget he was there.

“You do not?” Finan found that hard to believe. How could a man, such as Uhtred, not see a woman as gorgeous as that? Describing the very maid who had captured his attention, Finan sat eager for one of his friends to say something. Surely Osferth would remember her. Shaking his head, the warrior monk pursed his lips.

“Have you hit your head, Finan?”

“I have not.” Finan insisted, leaning across the table he smacked Sihtric as hard as he could to gain his attention.

“Ouch!” Sihtric cried, his grip on Ealhswith loosening.

“Ah, you've come up for air.” Finan grunted with a gleam in his eyes. “Sihtric, I need you to tell them about the woman from the river, the one who works for the baker's wife.”

“Do you mean Gudrun?” Sihtric's mismatched eyes focused on the fresh cup of ale before him. As if magic, the ale had refilled.

“No, the younger woman. The woman with the dark hair and rosy cheeks.” Finan insisted, they were clearly trying to torment him.

“The only young woman who works for the Baker's wife is Astrid. She is a child and has light hair.” Taking the cup from her husband, Ealhswith confirmed.

Ignoring Finan and his delusions, Uhtred shrugged and went back to his drinking. Sihtric placed the cup down and whispered something in Ealhswith's ear causing her to giggle, ignoring Finan. Sitting hunched over the table, staring into the fire at the end of the room, Finan lifted his gaze to Osferth who was watching him intently.

“Perhaps you've mistaken her for another?”

“I know what I have saw.” Finan grunted.

“I do not doubt you.” Osferth shrugged and lifted his cup of ale.

Raising his cup of ale, Finan glanced around the room. If she had managed to slip in here, surely he would have spotted her by now. Another cup, followed by another, then another, until he'd lost count Finan stood – barely. Stumbling over his own feet, Uhtred had gone long ago, shortly followed by Sihtric and Ealhswith. No doubt come Yule they would be announcing another child on the way. Osferth sat in the half empty ale house, slumped over the table. Jerking upright when Finan slapped him on the back.

“Time to leave.”

“Uh.” Osferth grunted, pushing himself to his feet. Collecting his satchel and slinging over across his body, he picked up Finan's mask – a rather grotesque piece with large carved eyes, an angry brow and mouth, with an impossibly large nose. Giggling, Osferth took the leather lace placing it over his head.

Following Finan into the dark, he stayed quiet. In the dark of the night, the streets nearly desolate, Finan laid his eyes upon her. Standing in the middle of the square, she wore the same dress that he'd seen her in earlier. Raven hair tied neatly in a braid and her glowing ocean eyes...Finan gulped and felt the forced of the ale he'd consumed returning.

Stumbling backwards, he knocked into someone or rather something. Turning to see the hideous wooden face jeering at him, Finan screamed and lurched to the side, the ale catching up to him as it landed across his boots. Grabbing his cross, he muttered whatever prayers he could think of to deliver him from such evil beings.

“Finan.” the beast with the wild face called his name.

“Leave me be.” Finan cowered, wanting to curl into a ball. “Leave me...” He paused as the beast spoke his name once more.

Lifting the mask, Osferth stared at him blankly. “Are you quite alright?”

“She was there! Did you not...” He pointed to where she'd stood. “Her face turned into...”

“I do not see a woman, Finan.” Osferth confirmed, dropping the mask and helping Finan to his feet. “Perhaps we should get you in to rest. Sleep off some of the ale.”

Rubbing his head, Finan nodded and groaned. “Aye. But I know what I saw.”

“I believe you.” Osferth clapped him on the shoulder. Guiding him across the square to his quarters.

“But...if you did not see her then. Is she? Have I? Am I still alive?”

“You are very much alive. I am very much real. Come now, we shall discuss this another day.” Osferth steering Finan toward his door. “Sleep and tomorrow, the woman and all of this will be but a bad dream.”

“A dream? That's it! It's a...” Finan paused, suddenly unable to speak. In the distance a wailing scream caused his blood to run cold and the warmth drain from his body. “D-did you hear that?” He stammered.

“I hear nothing but a muttering fool.” Osferth answered shoving Finan into his quarters. “Sleep.”

“Sleep.” Finan repeated as he stumbled across the hut, his bed a few inches away he dropped onto the furs, legs dangling over the side as he fell face first into the soft furs and warm body.

Warm body?

Soaked in a cold sweat, Finan shouted and rose straight up as if he were a man shooting up from the grave. His chest heaving and his breath short. Clutching the fur around his naked body, he shivered in the air. A crackling of a fire in the next room caught his attention. The body beside him turned, a hand reaching for his arm. Finan watched in terror as the hand grasped his forearm. Shouting and jumping, he pulled away.

“Finan?” A soft voice spoke his name, floating around the dark room. “Are you okay my love?”

“I-I don't....know?”

“Was it another terror? The boat? Conall?” The voice spoke to him of things he had so rarely spoke of.

“A woman and a disfigured face.” He muttered, clutching the furs between his fingers.

“It's okay. You're safe my love.” Sitting up, she gently rubbed his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his bare skin. “I am here.”

Glancing over his right shoulder to the woman speaking, Finan's heart began to thump wildly in his chest. There she was, the hair dark as night, the shining ocean blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and...he reached out touching her face with this battle hardened hands. Her skin soft as silk, as she leaned into his touch with a smile. Furs shifting, Finan took in her naked form, as if by some miracle she were in his bed.

“You're not real.”

“What is that?” A sharp smack landed against his chest. Rubbing the spot where her hand had connected, she glared at him. “I do happen to think I am very real. I will have you know that...”

“By god you are real.” Finan began to laugh. Pulling his skin between his thumb and forefinger he muttered under his breath. “I am real. You are real. How?”

“Finan.” Her tone scolding, she glowered at him and crossed her arms over her bare chest. “What have I told you about eating too much boar before going to bed? It will rot your brain.”

“Mo shíorghra, forgive me.” Finan's laugh rang through the hut. “From now on, I will do what my gorgeous wife demands.”

Settled back into the furs, Finan reached his arm out, pulling her body into his. Relaxed and less of a mess than when he'd woke shouting, Finan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next time he woke, he would be quick to find his bed void of a warm body and nothing but a faded memory left behind.

Mo shíorghra – my eternal love