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.・。.・゜✭✫・゜・。
It had happened again.
When they made it back to the monastery, Ragni found herself taken again by Sihtric. Willingly bending to both their desires and curiosities. He did not tease her then, didn't wait for her to beg, or whimper her pleads. The man took her without hesitation, listened, and responded to the language of her body. The tenderness he had shown her the first time was replaced by eagerness and urgency.
They laid still after, limbs tangled, and skin riddled with beads of sweat. For minutes after neither one of them spoke, idle fingers tracing muscles, and upturned bones. It was Sihtric who marveled at the touches, the pad of his index finger running up and down the length of her ribs, pausing every so often to draw intricate circles along her skin. Ragni drank in the touch, drowned in the tranquility that came with the simplicity of the drawing against her skin.
"You should sleep, Ragni." He murmured, breaking the comfortable silence that filled the room. "It will be morning soon." His breath stirred the wisps of hair on the crown of her head, just as the gentle strokes of his fingers pulled her deeper into innocent bliss.
"We should not tell anyone," Ragni spoke into the candlelit air of the small room, disregarding his comment of slumber. "About this." She tapped his chest in emphasis on their latest engagement before she moved her fingers to twist and play with the hand he had settled on his stomach. "Especially not Ryphere."
"A secret, then?"
"Yes, a secret," she murmured, as his fingers moved to intertwine through hers. Ragni most certainly did not want the news to spread and dreaded the idea of others knowing of their pleasureful ventures. Beyond Ryphere annoying prodding, and joking there was the worry of her cousins. They already held a disposition toward Sihtric, one that Ragni could not piece together.
Sihtric hummed in thought, his chest vibrating beneath her with the wordless blow of air. "If that is what you want." He murmured, his hand running through the knots and braids of her hair pulling a crumpled leaf from the strands to show Ragni. "You still have leaves in your hair." He noted, tossing the leaf somewhere beyond Ragni. "And your thumb should be rewrapped."
Ragni raised from his chest, pulling her hand from his soft grasp. "You did not sleep with that woman in Eoferwic, did you?" She questioned, searching the depth of his exhaustion-plagued eyes. He looked worn, tired from their shared night. Ragni herself could feel the drain of their activities, her body aching for rest. He was right, she needed sleep. Almost begged for it.
