When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

Regan can feel his gaze as it roams across the expanse of her bared flesh. She doesn't shy away but rather meets his gaze boldly. There will always be a part of her that dares others to try and do worse things to her, then have been done already. An instinct to provoke -- rather than allow what may. His low rumbling growl causes her eyes to flash to his unbidden. She follows the direction of his gaze to her scarred wrists before merely shrugging at him in response.

He hadn't earned the right to that story yet. Then again -- no one ever had.

The brush of his fingers against her hand startles her. Oddly enough, she doesn't move away. She allows his fingers to trail across her scars and grip the delicate joint of her wrist. He raises the delicate joint to his studious gaze and brushes the pad of his thumb across the smooth banded scar. Regan shivers, goosebumps rising across her skin. His touch is intimate and the scarred flesh is sensitive. What a delicious and heady combination.

She is allowing him liberties she would kill others for even attempting.

All too soon he releases her and steps away. Again. Though it seems he is more irritated with himself than with her this time. Regan grins wickedly at his expression and has to reign in the urge to smooth the furrow between his brows. Not that she could reach that high easily. She'd think of something though. Clever thing that she was.

Without comment she follows after the viking and finds herself entering the steam filled room. A curious glance around before the shower grabs her attention. Tigers love water and well...Regan...let's just say she's a bit of a hot water hog. While his back is turned she mentally squeals in excitement and bounces on her toes.

Yippee.

His scent envelops her and the sound of fabric hitting the tiled floor catches her attention. She snaps her gaze towards the now VERY naked viking and his extended hand. She glances from his face to his hand a few times before reaching out and slipping her small hand within his much larger one. Stepping inside the steaming glass box she is immediately enveloped with heat. Regan tips her head back, allowing the hot water to run across her face. The sensation is glorious. Her lids slide closed of their own accord and a broken purr reverberates in her chest.

This is as close to heaven as she's ever been.



"Thinks like this"