Horizon Ridge Stubborn is as Stubborn does (Bjorn)

Pretty much!! xP It's totally up to you if he misses touching her or not, lol, I don't want to power-play so I tried to stay vague.

Björn was unconcerned with his wound, figuring that he had been in the clear when he had rinsed it with salt water the day he had received it, however, this had proven to be untrue; though it likely did not help that he refused to accept the girl’s council as she ordered him about like some common Queen and often walked off to hunt, or relieve himself, or to just walk for the sake of wanting to move. Björn was a Jarl and not even his lovers had dared to tell him what to do, even though it was likely he was misperceiving her professional suggestions as commands. Björn knew a little about treating wounds but his knowledge did not extend beyond the basics, so the fact that he considered salt water the cure all was simply proof of this. His training had centered around the Berserkers - a type of Viking warrior, the art of women, and as he grew accustomed to the rank of Jarl, politics. He was as brazen, boorish and dangerous as his culture suggested he was, but when your women were the same, it was not repulsive to them. In this posh south Björn suspected he was considered a savage. He did not spend any amount of time dispelling this, if it were true. Glassy eyes watched as a frown pulled the girl’s lips down and the Nord let out a gruff cooing sort of noise, that quickly ended in a growl that rumbled in the strong confines of his muscular chest at her words. That answer did not satisfy him the brutish Viking.

“You will come to me when I tell you to, mær,” Deep voice, guttural with the fever passed through his lips, the dance of his native words brash and sweet upon his tongue, much like the poppy she sometimes gave him for the pain not that he ever opened his mouth to complain about it. Björn did not complain. He knew she would not and so he desired to close the distance despite that he would probably make her uncomfortable and his advances would likely be rejected. As if that would stop him. His body quivered with the fever as he was both hot and viciously cold, a nasty contradiction to one another, but still he drew nearer to her, ignoring her question, limping towards her, with the intention of raking his teeth seductively through the fur of her flank.