this is more than just sex. with Lagertha it was never just about sex,
she was not some prize to be won and used, only to be thrown aside
when he was bored. she was more. words failed him to describe what
having her actually meant to him — what it did to him. she was what
he had desired but likely never deserved, a sad truth but one he knew
all the same.
the mere sound of her laughter caused his lips to quirk upwards
in shared amusement. she had not sounded so happy since her
arrival in Kattegat, and he took great pride in knowing he was the
one who had caused such a sound. even if that was all he was
able to do for her, it would be enough.
( but that wasn’t all he wanted to do for her. he wanted to do
e v e r y t h i n g — for her. & he knew it was impossible, that
she was too independent, too strong to need his help for so
much. yet he still yearned to be her anchor ————- )
the feel of a strong leg wrapping around him - hips rocking against
his own. Rollo wouldn’t — didn’t want to stop the groan that emerged
deep from his throat. his lips refused to part from soft skin, nipping
possessively ( though he knew she was not his to possess ) at her jaw.
he was d r o w n i n g in her & there was nothing on this plane or
another that would make him want to be saved.
fingers sought out warm flesh and Rollo’s hand slid underneath
the shift that Lagertha was wearing, pressing against her waist
her ribs, tracing each of them gently, staying just shy of her breast
teasing the both of them, a delightful torture that he could, but
would not ( at least not tonight ) carry on for hours.
the feel of her hands, soft yet deadly, trailing over his spine caused
Rollo to arch and shiver, with a feral sound he rolled his hips down
against Lagetha’s, his head tilting down further to press his lips to her
neck and down any exposed skin on her chest.
a deep chuckle resounded out of his mouth. amused & pleased.
” —- you are far better than I imagined. my dreams were
poor imitations of you. though that, I could have told you
at the very start. “
his fingers, which had just been exploring before pushed up her
dress. he was still so surprised that he was allowed to do this that
he had to pause and simply take in the bare form of Lagertha.
still, he could not resist and bent down to trail his lips over the skin
of her chest and breasts, his free hand cupping one experimentally,
this was not his first time with a woman by far — but it felt so much
different than any other time before.
” I want you. I have always wanted you. Can I —
I’d rather not have you break my arm for doing something you dislike.”