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The rustling around the house had caused Rollo to shift andturn in bed, trying to find a position to quiet whatever animalor person was making the noise. Probably not the best instincts for a warrior, but he was tired and simply wanted toget at least some sleep. That thought died when the blankets and furs of his bed were lifted up and another warm body slid in with him. Glancing over his shoulder briefly, eyes still half closed with sleep. It didn't really register until he noticed soft blue eyes peering at him from under the blankets. "Priest if you wanted in my bed -- you didn't have to crawl in the middle of the night." He had offered Athelstan a place to sleep for the night, sohe could get a good night's rest away from Ragnar and Aslaugsince the couple was constantly fucking or bickering as itseemed all couples including Ragnar did. While he had teased the man about not giving him a good night's rest he'dnot followed through. But now, well, he was awake now. Rolling over he pinned Athelstan to the bed with his body hips and chests pressed together, legs intertwined with one another's. Rollo's hands slid down until he could cup the man's face and slide up his shirt simultaneously. "Do you want me to kiss you again? This time if your knees are weak there is a very slim chance of you falling." Lips were barely a breath away from one another as Rollo asked. He likely wouldn't be taking no for an answer.