A Saint To A Sinner

2.33 (M)

Y/N woke up when she heard the commotion outside. Her hands reaching for her dagger as she heard Father Pyrlig and Father Beocca's voice.
"Thyra?!" Y/N whispered as she crept down the stairs. Thyra was helping Uhtred underneath the floor boards.
"Thyra? What is going on?" Y/N whispered again as she heard the voices getting louder and louder.
"Do not worry. Come." Thyra handed Y/N a blanket, wrapping it around her. Y/N stayed inside the door frame but lent against it. Her face scrunched up in confusion as she looked at her husbands.
"If these men wish to look inside our home, then please allow it." Thyra said as she looked  at Æthelwold and his men. "We have nothing to hide. Nothing at all. Please Æthelwold." Y/N moved outside of the door frame, watching Æthelwold past her.

Finan approached her with a concerned look on his face as he pulled the blanket over her.
"Yu stay behind me and Sihtric." Y/N shook her head and walked back into the house, watching the men closely.
"He was here. I can still smell him." Æthelwold said, as he looked around Beocca and Thyras home.
"Will we see yu at the wedding, Lords?" Finan pushed through to stand behind his wife, watching the men leave, when they realised Uhtred was know where to be found. Y/N shook her head and walked back up the stairs to leave Thyra to explain to Beocca.
"Are yu alright?" Finan asked, pulling his cloak off. Y/N slowly crept into bed, not saying another word.
"Æthelwold is gone, for now." Sihtric walked into the room, looking at his wife in bed. Sihtric looked at Finan before he took his shoes off and climbed over her into bed. His back pressed against the wall as he pulled the covers over them. Sihtric kissed her temple, not saying another word.

A knock came at the bedroom door before it opened to reveal Father Beocca. Y/N sat up when he entered. Shuffling the blankets over herself to make herself look more modest.
"I came to apologise for mywords. I was not myself when I said them." Y/N laughed at Father Beocca. She knew his intentions were good, and he was only worried about others' perceptions of Thyra's actions.
"Do not fret, Beocca. You did not offend me." Beocca nodded awkwardly as he left the room, leaving Finan and Sihtric to look at each other in confusion. Sihtrics hand went to her stomach tenderly.
"What did Beocca say?" Sihtric asked as he moved her night gown up, to place a kiss on her bare stomach.
"He was upset over some Pagan ritual that Thyra was doing." Y/N watched Finan shuffle the fur out on the floor, by her bed.
"What ritual?" Sihtric started to kiss underneath her stomach.
"I don't know. Some blood ritual to help Ragnar?" Sihtric sat up, taking his leather armour off.
"Ragnar is trapped in Niflheim." Sihtric said slowly, almost shivering at the thought.
"Will he pass through?" Y/N asked. She was not really sure what to say.
"If they find the person who killed Ragnar." Sihtric said plainly.
"Uhtred will figure it out." Finan said. A small smirk played on his lips as he pulled her legs forward. His fingers rubbed circles on her ankles while his lips ghosted over her calfs.

"Finan!" Y/N scolded, pulling his head up. "This is Beoccas home." Finan rolled his eyes, nodding at Sihtric. Sihtric gently brushed her hair from her face as he kissed down her neck to her shoulder.
"Be quiet then." Sihtric whispered as his hand pulled her hair back to touch her throat. Gently scratching her neck as Finan played at the strings of her gown, letting her breasts fall out.
"If I knew yur breasts were going to swell like this." Finan murmered as he latched his mouth to her breasts, letting his tongue fall out as he moved his way back down to her core, watching her. Sihtrics hand never left her throat as his other hand cupped her breast.
"Fin!" Sihtrics hand wrapped it over her mouth, silencing her. Y/N back arched as Finan slid his fingers into her, occasionally nipping at her inner leg. Y/Ns head thrashed as Finan got faster, causing Sihtric to tighten his hand over mouth as he shushed her. Y/N eyed him playfully and bit down on his hand, causing Sihtric to hiss. Sihtric pulled her head back, biting down on her shoulder blade.

Finan pulled his head up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her down on the floor with him. Y/N watched him in amusement. Her hand pulled as beard to bring his mouth to hers. Tasting him. His mouth was warmer than usual. She could feel him underneath her, harden as she rocked against him.
"Fin." She whispered, slightly sitting up as she looked at Sihtric tiredly.
"Let her sleep, Finan." Sihtric held her shoulder, worried she would fall.
"I am alright. I'm just tired." Finan placed a kiss on her lips, stroking her waist.
"Just sleep. Do not worry about us." Finan said as he laid back down into the fur.
"I can't do both, but I can still try and please you." Finan just nodded in response. Waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. Sihtric climbed down from the bed and placed himself behind her, kissing down her spine.
"Sihtric if yu hurt her, pull out." Finan hissed as her mouth attached itself to his cock.
"I know how to pull out." Sihtric argued, causing Y/N to laugh.
"Why are you arguing." Y/N nearly fell as she laughed. Finan put his finger to his lips, signalling them to be quiet.