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

Regan is content to lay underneath and alongside the viking while the morning sunlight streams across their drying bodies. His grumble causes yet another smile to lift the corners of her full lips; though when he goes to sit up Regan has a moment where she contemplates gripping him to her and refusing. Too soon the moment is gone though and he is upright. With his massive bulk out of the way the full brilliance of the sun lands upon her olive skin. Regan closes her eyes and squirms upon the sheets until she is a tangle of limbs and linen. Perfect.

She can hear her viking moving around his room and opening drawers but she pays him little attention. She is acting within her nature -- like a cat sunbathing. His approach and the rough baritone of his voice causes her to grumble. Her upper lip curling away from her very human teeth to snarl at him in a very tiger like expression. Bad viking. She makes him stand there for a moment before she opens a single eye to glance at him. He's holding out a shirt to her and Regan decides this is the perfect moment to stretch. And so she does. Languishly and resplendent. Finally the cat in her deigns to accept his 'offer' and she lifts her torso off the mattress. Lifting her arms overhead she allows him to place the massive shirt on her petite frame. Glancing down at the drapes of leftover fabric she smirks before lifting the neckline to her nose and inhaling his scent along with that of fresh linen. Mmm.

His shadow looms over her and Regan looks up just in time for him to scoop her off the bed and into his arms. A wide grin lighting up her face in a rare display of utter beauty. Tucking her head under his chin she settles in for the ride and purrs brokenly against his chest. She might not mind bossy viking if he carries her around places. Regan finds she quite likes the experience and makes a mental note to do this more often. With or without his consent. He'll just have to learn to live with it. A wicked little grin etches on her mouth and vanishes hopefully before he sees it.

He settles her down on the counter and as he draws back his teeth nip her ear. Regan eyes widen comically and she claps a hand over the offended ear. Her gaze darts to him but he is busy retrieving things from the fridge and cupboards and likely doesn`t see. While he is occupied Regan snatches the hand towel from the stove and swirls it in the air before cracking it against his ass. What? He was practically asking for it. She was just obliging him. Before he turns back around she flings the object away and sits there the very picture of innocence.

Finally done with all his preparations he looks ready to begin. Regan has half a mind to start a food fight but she's getting hungrier by the minute with the sight of food. Regally she extends a hand towards the stove and her voice slides into his mind with playful tones. "Proceed."





"Thinks like this"