Stavanger Bay like a chef making donuts and pastries it’s time to make you sweat

rannveig's grin only briefly faded as saucy straightened up, and regarded him exactly the way he had seen a hawk peer at a mouse -- and then, she lunged.

he wasn't exactly prepared for her to come flying towards him, and even if he was, he wouldn't have put up much of a fight because on principle, rannveig liked it when girls were on top. he was swept backwards and his back thudded abruptly against the sand. feeling the cold ground dig between his shoulderblades, rannveig glanced up at his assailant and quipped: "whoa - moving fast, aren't we?"

he made no move to wriggle out from under her - mostly because he enjoyed that kind of proximity and had no intention of moving too soon.