She may be married, but neither Odin or Freya consign themselves to an eternity of jealousy. Especially not when love, desire, and fertility are her domain. She has an understanding with her husband, and both are free to bed mortals as they wish. Other gods, it tends to get more complicated sometimes and discussions need to be had on limits and things because they have such a longer life. But her interest in Rollo won't draw any anger from another god toward him. Of that, she can promise.
The way he watches her, moves toward her as if enchanted, it pushes her heart to beat a little faster. She isn't doing anything special, other than being a goddess in her own right, but she can't help but enjoy the effect on him all the same. That raw edge in his eyes, in the way he moves, it's as powerful as her natural beauty. She was most definitely not lying when she had told him he was a handsome, powerful man and she can see all that power now.
There's no smiting, no water tugging him under. Her fingers thread through his on the hand that's touching the water's surface as she pushes up on her toes a little to meet him for that kiss as her free hand slides over his cheek gently before it tugs his beard to lower him a little. He is taller than her, and something in her is hoping he'll like that tug to let her reach him just a tad easier.
She doesn't even care that there's a hint of copper on his lips, most likely someone else's blood that had sprayed against him at the time of their death, she stretches as she can some to deepen the kiss. They don't need words right now, and the celebration will be going on most of the night so it's not like he's needed at the moment. All the noise, coupled with the soft churn of the river does is add a soft background to everything they're doing.
Rollo has a couple choices - bend lower for her or lift her up to give her better access. She'll be happy with either, truthfully.
This wasn't her original plan when she'd come to heal him, ending up in a river, bare with him. But she can't say she's in anyway disapproving of how their time is going right now either.
The insistent tug at his beard sends a little shiver through him. Most women, even women who have spent time as shield maidens, aren't rough with him. They tend to go soft and pliant, but he likes this. He likes the edge of fierceness in her, the way she doesn't care for the blood still staining his face, the fact she presses herself up to him for more of that kiss. It's impossible to forget she's a goddess, and simply fall into the moment with possibly the most beautiful woman he's ever seen: there are too many little reminders that set her out as different.
That does not stop his arms from coiling around her, his hands smoothing down her sides and then around her back, lifting her so that he no longer has to bend. He isn't sure what he expected holding a god like this to feel like, but again, nothing strikes him down. Her divinity does not make it difficult to hold her or his arms ache, and that's welcome. If only because holding her against him like this brings her flush against him, her breasts against his chest and her hips aligned with him.
Rollo should know better. She's a goddess, one who has offered him more favour than any other person in his life, she has saved him from death to ensure he has a chance to fulfil the destiny she has told him about. He should be more respectful. He should not kiss her like this, he should not feel his body throb hungrily for her. Nor should he so desperately enjoy this, the way her nails catch against his skin, the power of her so much stronger than his own. But he does like it, all of it.
And would it be so bad, part of him thinks, to be remembered in legend as one of Freya's mortal lovers?
She’s not sure why women aren’t rough with him, he’s a strong, strapping man and she’s well aware that he can take it. Freya likes him this way, rough and raw, and she’s happy to show that like as well. In a lot of ways, she’ll always be a goddess, but in some ways she’s very much just a woman at the same time. There are wants and desires just like everyone else, and the feel of him against her mouth, against her body, fans those desires deep inside her.
Legs slide along his hips as he lifts her up, settling around his skin to help hold herself up too. Though she has a feeling he could hold her that way for a while. One hand threads through his hair, nails sharp against skin without breaking it along his scalp as she gives a happy sound into the kiss even as she deepens it. There’s the softest tug of teeth against his lower lip, almost a question of if he wants a little hungrier, a little rougher than the current kiss they have. In this way, she is a goddess and he doesn’t have to be careful with her, she’d almost prefer if he wasn’t.
In some ways, Freya would argue that he’s showing her as much respect as he can. To know that his body throbs with hunger for her, that he finds her pleasurable even from just being flushed against each other and tangled in a kiss. This is everything she watches over, but narrowed down to just their pleasure. If he wants to stop, she will, but this far into the kiss, wrapped around him as she is, she’s hoping that he won’t want to stop, that he wants to continue, to see this through. There would be no hard feelings should he want to stop, no resentment.
Warrior, Lover, Favored by the Gods. Rollo probably couldn’t ask for more. Could he?
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Sorry work has been so hard, hun! Sounds like you need a vacation, soon!
Date: 2019-01-03 07:40 pm (UTC)The way he watches her, moves toward her as if enchanted, it pushes her heart to beat a little faster. She isn't doing anything special, other than being a goddess in her own right, but she can't help but enjoy the effect on him all the same. That raw edge in his eyes, in the way he moves, it's as powerful as her natural beauty. She was most definitely not lying when she had told him he was a handsome, powerful man and she can see all that power now.
There's no smiting, no water tugging him under. Her fingers thread through his on the hand that's touching the water's surface as she pushes up on her toes a little to meet him for that kiss as her free hand slides over his cheek gently before it tugs his beard to lower him a little. He is taller than her, and something in her is hoping he'll like that tug to let her reach him just a tad easier.
She doesn't even care that there's a hint of copper on his lips, most likely someone else's blood that had sprayed against him at the time of their death, she stretches as she can some to deepen the kiss. They don't need words right now, and the celebration will be going on most of the night so it's not like he's needed at the moment. All the noise, coupled with the soft churn of the river does is add a soft background to everything they're doing.
Rollo has a couple choices - bend lower for her or lift her up to give her better access. She'll be happy with either, truthfully.
This wasn't her original plan when she'd come to heal him, ending up in a river, bare with him. But she can't say she's in anyway disapproving of how their time is going right now either.
lols I think the problem was I'd just come back from one! But all good now
Date: 2019-01-06 09:42 am (UTC)That does not stop his arms from coiling around her, his hands smoothing down her sides and then around her back, lifting her so that he no longer has to bend. He isn't sure what he expected holding a god like this to feel like, but again, nothing strikes him down. Her divinity does not make it difficult to hold her or his arms ache, and that's welcome. If only because holding her against him like this brings her flush against him, her breasts against his chest and her hips aligned with him.
Rollo should know better. She's a goddess, one who has offered him more favour than any other person in his life, she has saved him from death to ensure he has a chance to fulfil the destiny she has told him about. He should be more respectful. He should not kiss her like this, he should not feel his body throb hungrily for her. Nor should he so desperately enjoy this, the way her nails catch against his skin, the power of her so much stronger than his own. But he does like it, all of it.
And would it be so bad, part of him thinks, to be remembered in legend as one of Freya's mortal lovers?
oh! The trying to get vacation brain back to work brain! That's so hard...
Date: 2019-01-07 09:01 pm (UTC)Legs slide along his hips as he lifts her up, settling around his skin to help hold herself up too. Though she has a feeling he could hold her that way for a while. One hand threads through his hair, nails sharp against skin without breaking it along his scalp as she gives a happy sound into the kiss even as she deepens it. There’s the softest tug of teeth against his lower lip, almost a question of if he wants a little hungrier, a little rougher than the current kiss they have. In this way, she is a goddess and he doesn’t have to be careful with her, she’d almost prefer if he wasn’t.
In some ways, Freya would argue that he’s showing her as much respect as he can. To know that his body throbs with hunger for her, that he finds her pleasurable even from just being flushed against each other and tangled in a kiss. This is everything she watches over, but narrowed down to just their pleasure. If he wants to stop, she will, but this far into the kiss, wrapped around him as she is, she’s hoping that he won’t want to stop, that he wants to continue, to see this through. There would be no hard feelings should he want to stop, no resentment.
Warrior, Lover, Favored by the Gods. Rollo probably couldn’t ask for more. Could he?