𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 - nikolai lantsov

0 - prologue

The Volkvolny, Onward To Novyi Zem

He tossed over to grab onto his darling but instead felt the bedsheets. Sturmhond scanned his hand over and over, then situated himself onto one arm. The sleep in his eyes took up majority of his sight.

"Love?"

"It's raining today."

He huffed out of comfort as his anxiety washed away. Sturmhond rubbed out the sleep crumbles and scooched himself closer. Luda was seated upright against the pillows, cross legged and focused on the cabin window. She did look hot in only his shirt though. Sturmhond heard the pitter patters of the rain above them on the decks.

She was in her own little world, and without him? Quite rude.

"It is indeed," his hand went up to track mindless patters on her thigh. "Oh golly gosh, looks like we're stuck in my own private chambers for the meantime."

Luda leaned down slightly and whispered, "don't try to sound too disappointed, Captain."

Sturmhond chuckled tugging on her shirt to lay down. She did so and curled up beside him. His rested his head on his fist while his other hand continued their idle patterns on her stomached. Luda's eyes closed by themselves and a tender hum escaped her. Her fingers gently grazed over the skin on Sturmhond's forearms, forming little goosebumps over her trail.

Luda was peaceful; why would he ruin that?

His forehead hand dropped to run lightly through the uncontrolled brunette waves. Sturmhond's eyebrows met together when they felt damp.

"Did you go swimming last night?" His fingers dug deeper to the scalp; yep. It was damp.

She nodded lightly, "I was feeling dehydrated." Luda pulled him in closer. "Don't stress, sweetheart. I stayed near the boat."

Sturmhond was more taken back that she returned after their conversation last night. Hell, he felt honoured. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her temple, then another on her forehead, then another on her nose, another her cheek, another on the other cheek, another on the corner of her lips, another-

Three knocks on the door disturbed his momentum. Sturmhond huffed, "no!" then continued his trails of smooches down Luda's neck. Luda hummed at the contact.

"Captain! We're docked!" Tamar's voice spoke through the door. "We need to get more supplies."

Along with delivering too much cargo for one ship, mapping out the next destination AND now an unplanned supply trip? Sturmhond hoped he could stay locked in his private quarters too.

"You need to get ready," Luda pushed him off.

Sturmhond groaned as he jumped out of bed and began changing. Luda watched him, something unusual in her eyes.

"It's feels weird," Luda sat up, "not being able to do anything on a busy day because of some rain."

"Men have stopped wars and battles for littler things," Sturmhond chuckled, sitting back down on the bed to place his boots on. "It's better for you to stay safe than go flopping around the deck and overboard."