*Recycled Fic*
Outside was dark, yet the settling and swirling snow reflected the light off of the street lamps lighting up the sky as if somebody had turned on a nightlight on the world. Inside there is a fire going and things are cozy, who can complain about that? Your gaze is focused on the window as you watch the snow drifting from the sky down to the ground and you fail to notice Hvitserk standing behind you. He moves forward, placing one of the steaming mugs he has in his hand over your shoulder.
"Here, I made some hot chocolate for you just the way you like it." Hvitserk smiles his dazzling smile before stepping back to take a seat on the couch.
You step back from the window and take a seat next to him, pulling your feet up under you and resting against his arm. "What do you put in this to make it so good anyway?" you ask taking a sip of the decadent hot chocolate.
"Mmm nutmeg, cinnamon, peppermint and almond extracts." Hvitserk says taking a drink of his own hot chocolate and licking his lips, leaving a bit of whipped topping on his cheek. "And a shot of kahula."
Not expecting him to give up his secret so quickly, you smile and wipe the whipped topping off of his cheek for him. "Oh, so you're trying to win me over with the chocolate and get me hammered at the same time. You are a smart boy, Lothbrok." You teased him with a wink.
"I would never do such a thing." Hvitserk gasps in reply then smiles at you.
Oh that smile! That gorgeous smile is what brought your attention to him when you'd first met. Sure Hvitserk is exceptionally good looking; his eyes are amazing the way he looks at you always makes your tummy flutter. Then there is that voice, that smooth voice the sound of him talking does things to you that you would never want to admit. Yes, he is the full package, he is amazing inside and out, but none of that mattered until he smiled. When you'd first met he was on one side of the room and you on the other, Hvitserk had looked up at the same time as you and shot you a smile that made you weak in the knees.
"Besides." Hvitserk says sitting his mug down and leaning into you. "I don't need help to get you going. Admit it, I have everything I already need to make you weak in the knees and become putty."
Taking your half full, yes full because you never want to see anything other than the good side of life, mug he sits it on the coffee table a few feet away from the couch. Moving his body to pin you between him and the couch, he laces his fingers with yours and nuzzles his nose into your neck. Yes! Your mind screams, but that is as far as you're going to go, if you react then Hvitserk will only think he has won. He has won, in so many ways, but that is best kept to yourself the less you stroke his ego the easier it is to live with him.
Wiggling under him, you laugh when he parades a few kisses down your cheek and moan when he starts to move them to your neck. Oh this has to stop or at least move somewhere more comfortable. With your fingers still laced in his, you move your hands to his chest and slightly push him away. Startled he moves back, still leaning over you, his eyes staring through you and sending chills through your entire body making sure to hit one particular place.
You smile at Hvitserk and let go of his hand, brushing your hands through his hair, messing up his perfectly styled bun. "Somebody's anxious." You giggle.
"I can't help it; I miss you." He tells you, placing a kiss on your neck and taking a deep breath. You both hate this long distance relationship. "You smell amazing."
"It must be from that spa day. By the way, your mom was so much fun!" you giggle remembering how calm and cool his mother had been, when you'd invited her to spend a day with you. Had that been your own mother, you would have ran and hid in the hills never to be seen again.
