Paint the World Red with Me (Tord x Reader) (REWRITE)

Chapter 10: Some Things Change, Some Things Are Different

(This is the skippable smut chapter!! Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!! It is soft, though)

Things slowed down as the holidays approached. The air was lighter in the base. Tord even allowed for the soldiers to decorate the halls. Having a wide range of diversity in their ranks, generic festive things were chosen. A banner was hung in the lounge which read "Happy Holidays! (No matter which one you celebrate!)" I thought it was cute.

Norway being a naturally cold country meant that the winters could be harsh. I watched as Tord organized more patrol groups that would rotate more frequently to prevent anyone from being outside for too long.

He was oddly considerate towards me during the snowy season. Checking in every other day to make sure I had enough blankets or that I wasn't too cold. He gave me a thicker jacket to wear over my sweater, as well as some cozier clothes.

The warmth at night meant I was sleeping soundly. Not tonight, though. I was restless, unable to fall asleep. Eventually I relented, sitting up in bed. I noticed a light on in the office. Tord wasn't usually up this late. Was it an intruder? Maybe a spy had gotten through the defenses?

...was it Gray?

I didn't even register what I was doing as I opened the door. A short beep sounded from the desk.

"Go back to sleep, lille lam."

Tord's voice was low, his accent slurring out. Ignoring the disappointment that ebbed at me, I rounded the desk. He was hunched over in his chair, scribbling away at a paper. He looked tired, eyes dulled to the color of steel. His hair was a mess from where he had run his hands through it. Cold coffee sat abandoned nearby.

"What are you doing up so late?"

He looked up at me. My heart panged from the dark circles under his eyes. I wasn't going to get an answer. I don't know if he even had one.

"Tord?"

"Hm?"

"Why am I here? What good does it do to keep me?"

Something between us changed. That steel color shifted to liquid silver, not as sharp as it commonly was. His real hand drifted up my arm, warm fingers sending chills up my cold skin. His voice was nothing more than a murmur.

"Have you not been keeping warm? You'll catch a cold like this."

I leaned forward, mind wanting more of that warm feeling. His eyes flickered across my face, searching for any negative sign.

"You're deflecting, Tord."

"I know."

His lips pressed over mine. I responded, melting into the kiss. We stayed like that for a few precious seconds before he pulled away, leaving me panting for breath. He observed me.

"Do I have your consent?"

"You do."

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The sheets of Tord's bed were cool under me, the silk comfortable on my back. He kissed me a second time, then a third, getting bolder with each one. His tongue swiped my bottom lip as he explored, taking note of what reactions I gave. He did the same with his hands, discarding my clothes on the floor.

His heated lips chased the cold away from me, just barely dragging his teeth along. It made me whine and shudder. He laughed as he made his way between my thighs, easily prying them apart.

"Such a pretty thing~ Getting all pitiful for me already~"

I couldn't deny it. I didn't want to. Not when he looked up at me from between my legs, eyes burning with an intensity that my heart matched. Not a single doubt met his words in my mind. Nothing else occupied my thoughts, only his praise and devotion.

His tongue slid through my folds. It sent fire through my veins, making me gasp. My legs wrapped around his head, but he didn't push them away. His thumbs soothed my hips as he switched between teasing my clit and exploring my walls in earnest. Mewls and whines fell from my lips. Pleasure coiled in my gut, growing tighter and tighter.

"M' gonna~!"

My sentence was cut off when my body felt white hot. My legs trembled against him as the orgasm rocked through me. He helped me ride it out, still soothing me. When I had settled into catching my breath, he sat up.

The sight was magnificent.

Tord was already a regal looking man. As he sat there in the low light with his lips and chin glistening, I couldn't help but feel like royalty as well.

His face pressed into my neck when he laid back over me. His breath was warm, teeth nipping at the skin. Then his teeth sank in. I moaned at the sudden sensation. This was repeated, undoubtedly leaving marks. His marks.

I closed my eyes when I felt him catch against my clit. He was big. It sparked my excitement further. He chuckled as I wiggled in my spot.

"Patience, lam. We don't want to break you so soon~"

I dragged my nails down his shoulders.

"Please, Tord~"

His teeth sank in deeper at that. He obliged, sliding in with ease. The stretch set my every nerve on overdrive. I was sure that if I hadn't soaked the sheets already, I had now. Neither of us could quite wait long enough to savor the moment. Tord began to move, the force of his hips hitting mine making me jolt. The pressure of how good it felt continued to build. It brought tears to the corner of my eyes.

Tord didn't seem to be doing much better. His teeth continued their assault. Mumbled phrases in his native language were huffed out between groans, mind too drunk on pleasure to even try to translate.

He soon struck his mark with perfect precision. I jolted forwards, clinging onto him like I would float away. Another orgasm shook my body, killing the moan in my throat.

Tord, having at least a little sense left, managed to pull out just as he came. He painted my stomach, a second form of his claim on me.

Silence accompanied our panting breaths. Tord rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Du er min, lille lam."