Ragnar nipped lightly at her neck as he watched her thumb on the carrot out of the corner of his eye. He smirked, crude, but it certainly got the point across, and he felt himself react to it as he pushed up against her a bit. "I am not hungry for food." he said quietly and pulled her around to face him. He kissed her and ran his hand up to cup her breast. "I have missed you." he whispered against her lips before sucking on her lower one.
For a brief moment she returned the kisses and leaned into his touch. Then, when she was sure she’d leave him with an even stronger urge, she withdrew as much as the table behind her would allow and pointed the carrot at his face to keep him at bay. "As much as I like to hear that, my love, I am sure our children and Athelstan will not appreciate going hungry," she said with a mock-scowl. After a beat her face lit up again. “Talking of our priest,” she added with a sinister smile, “Why don’t you go bother him in my stead and let me cook?” She brought the carrot to her full lips and let them linger too long before she gently nibbled at the vegetable, her eyebrows rising. If she knew her husband at all, he wouldn’t make it to the Saxon, even if he wanted to.
"H-he is with the children…" His mind wandered to the young Saxon as he watched her lips against the carrot and he swallowed. He let out a hot breath, wanting very much to have them both sprawled on the floor right then and there. "He took them to see Járni. His goats have just given birth.” He pressed against her, despite the threatening carrot, and pushed her up against the table. He reached down to pull up her skirts, brushing his fingertips up her thigh as he revealed it. "They will not be home for…at least another hour. Surely, it would be wiser to cook later…"
"And what a convenient coincidence that is," Lagertha smiled against the carrot before dropping it behind her onto the table. She grabbed his head with both hands and, leaning in, pulled him closer to claim her husband with a kiss. She lifted the thigh he already had his hands on and wrapped the leg around his hip to feel him even closer. Despite her teasing, she was eager to enjoy his strength, his heat, his smell again. She sent Freya her thanks for having lead Ragnar safely home from battle, back home into her arms where he belonged, and decided a sacrifice would be in order soon. Maybe she could even convince Athelstan to join the ritual, considering the common interest. Freya would probably approve. Only when she really had to did she grab his braids and pulled him away from her just enough to suck much needed air into her lungs. Her cheeks flushed and heart racing she looked into Ragnar's blue orbs eyes. "I will not," she panted, "have sex with you on the ingredients for tonight's stew." She pulled his braids again with one hand while the other rested on his neck, the thumb gently stroking over his adam's apple. Licking her lips ground her hips against his to nudge him away from the table.
