Her words were strange yet they also sounded fitting for their situation. It was like they were dancing around a bed of nails with one another, trying to not have their feet met with the sharp tips yet trying to dance with one another, inching slowly closer but then quickly back away. He felt like it was pure instinct that she had responded to him with the kiss previously and how she took to him and it felt the same way when he kissed her. As he went with hit, he was just a bit surprised that she returned it though he figured that once again her actions came before her thoughts and they embraced the moment. Still, it had bothered him enough to pull away and to allow her time to think before something happened between them that was hasty, but as he was climbing off the bed, he felt her hand and he instantly stopped. He turned to her with those strong ivy eyes, only this time they looked softer than before. The wall that once been sturdy and fortified he had always carried in their time was crumbling, exposing the brutal man for the man he was beneath the exterior. It had only happened once before with his lost love. His mouth became dry with each word she spoke; it wasn’t strange to him how she felt since he had been the same way. They had just been handling it differently but the pain was there. Pain, regret, sorrow- all were evident between them over time. It would have been the right thing for him to leave all this be, to not cross the line that they were slipping towards, yet he couldn’t leave well enough alone. He didn’t want to leave it like this. Was she saying this because he was there and she needed someone? Was it that she wanted him to be the one with her? He was unsure but he felt like the latter was the more plausible reason. Either way, he wasn’t going to leave and when she tug at him to come back, he didn’t hesitate to fall back onto the bed.
Reason be damned, she was right. Even if they weren’t to act on their feelings, it would likely be more awkward to keep dancing around the nails. The wolf was lusting beast, but it wasn’t simply that when it came to Aaryona. Of course she was a beautiful woman and there were private thoughts he held that would have been inappropriate to think about, let alone undergo. But he needed much more than that. He needed a mate, a strong and loyal one. While she may have not been wolven in blood or body, she seemed as such in heart. Nay, like his nickname for her, she was much more like a fox.
Again his head tilted and was curious. “It isn’t truly that hard. You are a natural beauty, kis róka. I see no reason for others not to see you like that.” She would know that he was brutally honest about how he thought, not afraid to voice his opinion. His feelings about her, on the other hand, was much harder to speak of, but he wasn’t alone in that. But if anything, she seemed more braver there than he had. Had the situation not been so serious, then he would have found humor at the irony. Before he could tell her that he was going to stay, she pulled him on top of her, his battle tested body against her supple and lithe form. Had she been something more fragile than her race, then he would have crushed her likely, though even with that in mind he kept much of his weight off her by putting it onto his knees and elbows. He looked into her eyes deeply before her lips embraced his again and he followed suit. His blood was heated and his muscles tensed up as he engulfed in her scent. The kiss was broken and he looked onto her with slight dismay. What sort of fool would walk away from a woman like her if they had the chance to be with her? Even he wasn’t that foolish and he placed his forehead onto hers and fell silent for a bit. “…I’m not…going…anywhere…” Closing his eyes, his breathing became more audible, his chest heaving with each breath as he opened his eyes again and threw caution to the wind now and locked his lips with her once more, more passionate this time than any other. As if he would never see her again. Eirik moved down from her lips to her neck leaving no inch of her sunkissed skin untouched and untended. He kissed down to her chest, engulfing more of her smell into his memory before he pulled away momentarily to pull his shirt off and expose his strong torso and fell back onto her, bring her back into a deep kiss. Had anyone walked in, he would have likely wanted to rip their heads off, or more so at least threaten to do so at this moment. But it faded from his mind as it fell into a fog of desire and passion as clothes were removed between the two of them, the details of who removed what were lost to him as they lost themselves in that moment and the long ones that came afterwards.
[time skip]
Time was irrelevant in their room, but he felt as though at least half the day was gone by the time they were through. Had anyone wanted to disturb them, the sounds that came from there were likely to keep them from knocking on the door or coming in and simply rush off and leave them be. The bed itself, he was assure that it was going to break at some point. As a matter of fact, as his exhausted eyes looked wearily onto the rest of the room, he could see that they had caused a mess that a hurricane would be jealous of. He had been in rough fights and good battles before, yet his time with Aaryona here was enough to tire him out in a way that they could not. His body felt heavy but oddly pleasant too. He looked onto her and smiled before he couldn’t help but to laugh. “Suppose it was a good thing that this was someone else’s room.” He could still taste her skin on his tongue, her smell still fresh in his nose. The lust hadn’t been satisfied just yet, despite the numerous times they made love. The mind was willing but the body was not, at least for the time being. “You feeling alright?”, he asked, reeling his head back and tried to catch his breathing.
[Gmoding permission granted from Aaryona and is given to her for Eirik as well.]