He could stay like this for hours, he thought lazily, tipping his head into her hands with a smile. He stroked his hand along her leg before lowering it carefully, always attentive after the fact as well as during.

"I hope I'll see you again before you return to the Northlands, my dear Freya," he murmured as he stepped back. The only signs of their activity were a red bite-mark on his collarbone that wasn't at all hidden by his carelessly buttoned shirt and a decidedly sated expression.