#more teasing

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- ''Get your mind out of the gutter they are just friends.'' - ''Absolutely, he is supporting her.''

Celine Juarez + Rodge Bronson, The Rookie - 7x16

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Untouched Part 2

Late night writing. Sleep is for the living.

Sorry if this terrible.

Hvitserk/oc

Alva woke up early on Solday as she always did, wanting to make the most of the day of rest. It was the one day of the week where her father would go and drink the day away with the other village men and Alva was free to do whatever she pleased. She hurriedly threw on a cloak over her thin nightdress, slipped on her boots and made for the door.

Solday morning was always the quietest in Kattegat. Most people were still asleep in their beds, making up for the tiring week. Alva slipped through the streets just as the sun was beginning to hit the ground. The only noises were a few goats bleating and her own quick footsteps.

Alva usually took a bath at night in the large barrel behind the curtain in their home. But on Solday mornings Alva always went to one of the secluded springs in the forest to drink in the beauty of dawn and anew her body in the fresh water.

As soon as Alva reached the spring she threw her cloak unceremoniously to the ground and stripped her gown. She walked into the water, enjoying the initial chill.

Alva smiled to herself and laid back in the water letting her mind wander. It didn’t really surprise her when it wandered to Hvitserk. She had no problem admitting it to herself that Hvitserk was attractive. Attractive and charming in a boyish way. Young and lean but still a Viking. She had always considered Ubbe the most handsome brother, almost devilishly so, but there was something about Hvitserk she couldn’t quite put in words, even in her own mind.

Alva sighed aloud. Still, she would never sleep with him. She didn’t desire to be another helpless maiden that Hvitserk fucked a few times and then bored of, leaving her to deal with the regret. Alva knew how men worked but she didn’t hold it against them. She just simply knew that her body was worth more than a quick roll in the hay with a horny prince.

Alva brought herself to stand and finish bathing herself. She ran her fingers through her thick hair running down her back. Even wet, big wild curls were trying to stick out from her head.

Alva walked to the bank and as she bent down to retrieve her nightgown to dry off with she heard a whistle. Alva quickly stood straight, covering her naked body with the gown out of instinct.

Alva was surprised to see Hvitserk walk into view with his arm shielding his eyes.

“What in Midguard? Hvitserk!” Alva seethed clutching her dress over her bare body with hands that longed to hit him.

“I was not spying. I was-“

“I am not daft Hvitserk.”

“No really, Alva,” Hvisterk snuck a peak under his arm and when he saw that Alva was covering herself he put his arm down and looked at her. “I was coming down the trail on the way to my hunting cabin and saw you step out of the creek. I covered my eyes and whistled so you wouldn’t think I was spying.”

Alva laughed darkly. “That doesn’t sound like you. I think you were spying on me. You are a pervert Hvitserk.”

Hvitserk grinned at her glad that they were back at their game. “I might be a pervert. But I also would be too scared to spy on you in fear that you might break my nose again.”

Alva stared at him blankly for a moment and then erupted into laughter, almost dropping her gown in her joyful fit.

She remembered then.

When they were young she had often bathed in the creeks with the sons of Ragnar and many other village children. Then one day when they were both thirteen Hvitserk had noticed that Alva had stopped bathing with them.

When Hvitserk had mentioned it to Ubbe, his older brother had looked at him as if he knew nothing in the world.

‘She’s starting to turn into a woman. She’s got tits now. Have you not noticed?’

Hvisterk hadn’t. He had thought that Alva was pretty for as long as he could remember but she had always been a skinny little girl. Hvitserk felt something stir deep inside him when he thought about what Ubbe had said. He couldn’t help but follow Alva to the small spring when he spotted her walking into the woods. He moved as silently as he could. His heart was beating out of his chest and he could barely catch his nervous breath.

He watched eagerly from behind a tree but it was the wrong angle and he couldn’t see Alva get undressed before diving into the water. Hvitserk started to scurry up the tree to get a better view and as soon as he reached a high branch where he thought he might get a glimpse of her, it broke.

He fell to the ground with a thud, landing in a soft patch of grass, burying his face in the dirt, stunned from the impact.

Alva was already scurrying to the bank, slipping her dress hastily over her.

Hvitserk hadn’t even lifted his head off the ground before Alva came running over, kicking him hard in his face. Hvitserk moaned as he felt the crack of bone and warm blood started pouring down his face.

“Don’t ever spy on me again Hvitserk!” Alva spat at him before running angrily back up the hill into the village.

“Oh it is not that funny! You are lucky you didn’t disfigure me!”

“You deserved it! I was already terrified enough of all the changes I was going through and then I had to worry about you sneaking around, spying, witnessing them all!” Alva pointed at him but she was still smiling.

Hvitserk smiled back ,”I went back covered in blood and had to get my nose set. Had to tell everyone I ran into a tree.”

“I remember. Your brothers made fun of you for ages..” Alva looked up at him suddenly feeling very reminiscent,”You didn’t want me to get in trouble.”

“Of course not.” Hvitserk stared down at her and his gaze seemed to shift tosomething deeper. He looked away and then back, smiling, back to his flirtatious quips. “And I never even saw anything. I think you owe me.”

Hvitserk expected her to glare at him, toss back a biting remark. Laugh at him. Maybe even find something to throw at him.

Alva stared at him long and hard, her face impossible to read, her light green eyes staring into his. Hvitserk fel like eternity passed in those seconds, his breath caught in his throat, waiting for her retaliation. Not breaking eye contact she dropped the gown to the ground at her feet and stood proudly and plainly naked before him.

Hvitserk could only stare, in complete shock. He looked her up and down, his eyes trying to memorize every inch of her body. She was even more beautiful than he had always imagined. Every inch of her was so obviously woman. Petite and slender but alluring like a goddess. Hvitserk reached his hands out subconsciously but Alva playfully slapped them away and reached for her gown. She turned away from him so that he got a full view of her tempting backside as she slipped the fabric over her head.

Alva turned around and went to move past him with a smile but Hvitserk caught her waist. He did not pull her to him but just held her there, searching her eyes. Alva leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek and whispered softly into his ear, her lips tickling his skin.

“I believe we are even now.”

And with a quiet laugh and piercing eyes she slipped out of his grasp, leaving his hands holding nothing but air.

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Upcoming

I’m done work in an hour, and I’m reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaallly excited to get to work on The Final Fantasy Project I’ve mentioned. Gonna get it done over the next few days if I can, get it out of the way and then start working on getting a backlog of stuff done so that I can regularly release stuff. Gonna start with 3 releases a week, but it’s a bit of a cheat. Tuesday would be the WIP, Thursday the Lines, Friday the Final image* (Days subject to change).

This would amount to one full, final image released per week. If I find my production to be higher than that, then Maybe I switch things up a bit, but for now that’s my plan.

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@aclassikrem Continued from here

“Tss.” Solas gave an amused scoff and shook his head.

“I do not. But I did not think you’d be open to the suggestion.”

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“There’s one moment that we’ve dreamed of doing forever – you’ll know it,” said Gatiss, with a smile like the cat that’s got the cream.

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