A Saint To A Sinner

1.9

Clash! Y/N and Sihtric's sword clashed together for the fifth time, all her strength went into that hit, that she almost fell forward. Sihtric had taught her all morning on how to weild a sword. She tried to mimic his movements and his stance when she struck him. Her arms ached, and her throat hurt from heavy breathing.
"Dead." Sihtric had taken the sword from her again, pointing it at her throat, before dropping it.
"We shall stop for today. You have the basics." Sihtric said, smiling at her, feeling proud of her, even though the woman felt exhausted. Y/N wasn't perfect, she was far from it and she learned how to hold a sword without dropping it. She was determined to fight she wanted to be able to defend herself without her husbands needing to beside her.
"Do you think there will be a battle?" Y/N asked, wobbling back to Gisela's home. Sihtric laughed at her, picking her up in his arms as he walked them back.
"It will probably come to that. Erik and Sigefrid will not bargain, they have set up in London to stay."
"I will stay here." Sihtric burst into laughter, looking at the woman in his arms. She was definitely not fit to fight if a battle broke out.
"You will stay here. You are safe here." Sihtric placed her onto her feet before filling a bucket with water, allowing her to bathe. Y/N quickly stripped down and got into the bucket to wash herself, watching Sihtric find some clothes for them.

She could feel her muscles relax in the water, and almost found herself slipping under the water. If it wasn't for Sihtric approaching her she would have fully immersed herself in the water. Sihtric approached with a genuine smile across his face.
"What?!" She spoke, looking at him as he kneeled against the tub, pointing to something behind her.
"At the other end of the village is a cottage. Our home." Y/N leaned forward confused.
"Finan use to stay there when he wasn't with Uhtred. We decided not to sell it and keep it." Y/N leaned over to kiss him. Her wet hands cupping his face, pulling him closer, his hands wrapping around her waist. Sihtric pulled away, handing her her clothes to get ready, completely forgetting about her swore muscles.

In truth she had forgotten about Finan owning a home, she believed it was a joke, merely because Finan practically lived with Uhtred most of the time. When she reached the small little cottage, she couldn't help but laugh, she could tell Finan had owned it, there was nothing in it, except the occasional random things he collected over time. Sihtric walked her around the cottage, taking her up the stairs.
"I had to fix some of the draws." Y/N almost laughed at the slight smaller door on the wardrobe compared to the original door.
"It's definitely Finans home." Sihtric kissed her forehead looming at their small bedroom.
"It's our home." Sihtrics head piped up the commotion outside. "Finan is back."

Y/N almost ran down the stairs, straight towards him, almost feeling incomplete without him. She needed both of them. Finan caught the woman who jumped on him, greeting him with a kiss.
"I like this greeting." She kissed him again, before getting down, looking at his tired tired face.
"Everything okay?" Sihtric asked, looking at him.
"Uhtred has been banished from Winchester. At least we are free for now." Finan grabbed the woman, holding her tightly towards him.
"Why didn't you tell me you kept your home?"
"I forgot about it, until I knew I wanted to marry yu." Sihtric smiled, about to speak when Clapa called him over.

She looked at Finan again before hugging him, breathing in his scent. "Fin are you okay?" She checked, looking at him as she held his face.
"I am now." Finan kissed her harsher than expected, his tongue entering her mouth.
"Did you Christen the place?" Clapa shouted next to Sihtric who punched him lightly, not amused at the sudden suggestion.
"I'm a patient man." Finan repeated again, looking at her with a cheeky grin, hoping he would be rewarded soon.

The day finally came. Æthlered had come grovelling to Uhtred, asking him for his sword to remove Erik and Sigefrid. Y/N had sat in the Pagan Hall, next to her husband Sihtric, who sharpened his sword, ignoring the conversation going on around them.
"Don't you think their marriage is odd?" Y/N looked at the back of Æthlered's head. She noticed his lack of gentleness towards his wife.
"Your marriage is rather odd, you know. I believe-" Y/N got up when Æthlewold sat down on the other side of Sihtric, and walked towards Finan who was checking the weapons.
"Can you kill him?" Finan laughed at the woman handing her the spear.
"I'll hold him down." Y/N playfully pulled the spear off of him, shaking her head, looking back at Sihtric who smiled at her, curious to know what the two were discussing. She wanted to sit back down, but she felt really uncomfortable in the Mercian men's presence.
"Finan. May I take Y/N with me for a walk." Thyra asked, pulling the woman's hand in hers.
"Keep her safe." Thyra held Y/Ns hand, walking outside with her.

Y/N had learned over the months that Thyra could see things. There were times Thyra would only realise before it was too late. Like the marriage between Æthlered and Æthelflaed. Thyra believed Æthelflaed was being harmed by her husband, and she wanted to put a stop to it.
"Does he beat you." Thyra spoke plainly, wanting to help the girl, but she denied it. Æthleflaed only spoke of his unkindness, but Y/N knew what a man was capable of when it came to power. Nothing could be done if Æthleflaed objected to it. She made the women swear it.
"Men are supposed to be kind." Thyra said.
"Are they? Mayhaps if he where not a warrior." Æthleflaed spoke sadly looking at her.
"Lady. Forgive me but I do not think Æthlered is a warrior." Y/N spoke up, before realising she should have not said anything."Forgive me. It is not my place to be in here."

"Where's Thyra?" Finan approached her, clearly unhappy that she was left alone.
"What's wrong?" Finan stopped in front of her, slightly worried. He did not trust the Mercian men in their estate, nor the man who followed Uhtred.
"I just feel sorry for Æthelflaed." Y/N got up walking towards him. "She is married to a man who rapes her." Finan rubbed his beard before cupping her face to look at him.
"That's not what's bothering yu. I know it." Y/N laughed, almost slightly embarrassed, she was not prepared for this conversation, but Finan would listen. He would listen to her pain and make her laugh about it.
"It is not what happened to me. It is the fact I was too weak to stop it. That I was too weak to defend Hild." Finan shook his head, refusing to listen to her beat herself up. She wasn't weak, she was a teenager. An afraid teenager who needed her older sister as a parental figure when her parents were not around.
"If yu were weak yu would have let it happen again." Finan glared at their cottage, trying to not picture her bruised face. "But you fought back. You have grown."

Y/N stepped in the house, lighting a candle watching Finan carefully before approaching.
"If you stop feeling guilty about what happened to me. I will stop beating myself up."
"Deal." She couldn't see him, but she placed her head on his chest, hugging him for a few moments, her hands holding his bare arms. After a few moments she lifted her hands to his face, pulling him down for a kiss. For the first time Finan was gentle, not needy but attentive. He held her, letting her lead the kiss, not wishing to push her away.

A part of her wanted to, but a part of her became embarrassed. She knew she was initiating it, but she didn't know how to get Finan to lead without saying it. The last time she tried initiating it was with Sihtric when she was drunk and tried to pull his leather off. Y/N decided to try that approach again and deepened the kiss, finding her way to his buckle across his chest, unbuckling it.
"Tell me Y/N. What is it you want?" Finan's voice was harsh, his breathing was heavy, wanting to make sure he knew her intentions correctly.
"You." Finan kissed her passionately, his hands finding their way into her hair. Finan pulled back before kissing her neck, gently nipping at her before finding his way to her ear.
"Say the word and I'll stop. I promise yu."

Finan took her hand, leading her up the stairs, his hand squeezing hers. Her heart rate increased as Finan pulled her close, his hands squeezing her arse as he kissed her neck. Y/N pulled at the tunic that was underneath, trying to take it off, while Finan bunched up her dress, pulling it off, before picking her up and placing her on the bed. Every bit of fear started to subside when she felt him massage her thigh, inching nearer and nearer to her core. She could feel herself becoming slightly agitated, wanting him to touch her there. Finan seemed to notice and held her thighs down with his hands before moving his head from her. Kissing his way down to her centre, before placing a warm kiss. His tongue flicking against her, making her squirm at the feeling. Finan hummed at her response before inserting a finger, allowing her to adjust.
"Let me hear you." Finan slowly got faster, his mouth sucking on her clit, teasing her.
"Finn!" She arched her back into him, pushing herself into his face. Something about the way his beard felt against her made her stomach tighten.

Finan pulled away, kissing his way back up to her mouth.
"Finan please." Finan chuckled, opening her legs further, rubbing the head of his cock along her clit. Gently pushing himself into her, stroking her head in reassurance, allowing her to adjust.
"I'll go slow." Finan rubbed her hip gently as he moved slowly in and out. Y/N reached up to his gave bringing his lips to hers, tasting him.
"Finan I'm okay." She reassured, allowing Finan to speed up. Snapping his hips against hers, as his face fell into her neck as he cradled her. Whispering in her ear how much he loved her.