Passion And Glory

Chapter 2: Moments Of Bliss

Chapter 1: Our Little Games

-Beamfleot, Dane camp in East Anglia

-15 years later

Liv marched back to the campsite, her boots squelching in the mud as she hurried towards Kanut's tent. The recent battle against the Saxon army had left her breathless and shaken, but also proud of her people's bravery and resilience. They had fought with honor, even when outnumbered and outmatched.

But her heart clenched with worry, knowing that Kanut had been one of the casualties of their struggle. He had taken an arrow to his shoulder, shielding her from harm. She knew that he would not want her to fuss over him, but she could not help but feel scared about the possibility of losing him.

As she approached his tent, Liv took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she might find. The camp was quieter now, with only the occasional whinny of a horse or the murmur of soldiers tending to their wounds. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, mixing with the pungent aroma of burnt wood and damp earth.

She ducked into the tent, peering through the shadows to glimpse Kanut. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, his face twisted in a grimace as one of the healers tended to his wound.

Liv could feel the tension in his body, the frustration of being confined to a bed when his people needed him. But she could also see the fierce determination in his eyes, the fire of his spirit undimmed by his injury.

"Kanut," she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's me, Liv."

Kanut turned to her, his eyes lighting up with relief and joy. "Liv," he said, his voice hoarse but strong. "I thought you'd be off pillagin' some other village. I guess you must be worried about me?" He teased her, a sly grin forming on his lips

"A little," Liv admitted with a smile. "Don't let it go to your head.". She says sarcastically making Kanut laugh a bit.

"Glad to see you being so nice." He says with a devilish grin. "It suits you well." Liv turns her attention towards the nurse tending to his wound "Why don't you let me finish up for you, after all, you deserve a break from all the poor lads you've had to patch up." Liv tells her. The nurse nodded and left them alone in the tent. Kanut smirked up at Liv as she grabbed a wet rag to clean up his wounds, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath. "You sure have your ways of telling people to piss off," he commented, a glint of teasing in his eyes.

"I'd say I know my ways more than you, my dear friend," Liv shot back with a smirk. "You're more of the crushing brute type."

Kanut chuckled smirkingly. "Can't deny that. But crude as I may be, I think you like it sometimes," he said, his eyes shining with mischievous excitement.

"Hmm it's always tempting...but why don't we save that for our little games?" Liv says as she goes to grab bandages. but suddenly feels Kanuts hand touch and caress her cheek. His hand gently turned her head in his direction, a smirking smile appearing on his face.

"Is that what you call this...our little games?" He whispers, his eyes narrowing and looking into hers, his finger running along her cheek.

"I suppose so," Liv says with a smile as she takes his hand and holds it to hers. She moves her hand from his cheek down to his chest, feeling his toned muscles underneath her. "But then again..." she adds as she moves up to sit in his lap. "What would you call it?" she continues, gazing intently at him with a seductive smile.

She gently runs her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of his rough skin against hers. Then, she licks her lips and closes her eyes slightly as she slowly grinds her hips onto his lap, feeling his muscles tighten beneath her.