Horizon Ridge Stubborn is as Stubborn does (Bjorn)

I thought a delirious fever might be fun...xD You'll have to excuse Bjorn he's such a savage slut, lmfao.

Björn had spent the better time of his time sleeping, though his skin was heated beneath his coat, still full with the coarse and thick fur of winter. His sleep was restless, the scooting and moving in the grass patch he had settled for since a den had been frowned upon. Björn supposed unless it was an old birthing den it would be hard to tend to his wounds for the fawn colored girl seemed persistent in tending to him despite his vocal protests. Björn was many things, a man being the most prominent of them, and though he could have purred like a cat under the brush of her fur against his, drinking in her close proximity and her attention, the brush of her lips upon his split flesh sending small sparks of shivers unintentional as he was sure they were down the length of his spine as she tended to him, he did not necessarily like the fussing.

In the flush of his fever he had explicitly dreamed of his gift Sif, of the curve of her body, her heat and the pride, lust and greed he felt as he conquered her, but he could not recall her face, and found that as the image of her faded in his mind, so did every thing else. It was not as if he could not get the same feeling from another woman - he had many before her and would have many after. Björn’s infidelity was predictable, his interest waning as quickly as it was known to come, or at least it seemed to wane after the chase was over and he had took what he thought was rightfully his, or what he wanted.

A bark stirred the Viking from his fever sleep and cold caribbean eyes glassy with his fever peered open, greedily seeking the fawn colored girl’s shape. “Come closer,” The Nord commanded in a husky tone before he pushed himself to his paws, unfeeling of the movement as it pulled sickeningly at his parted flesh.