rise to the rush

I'll go ahead and archive this. <3

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Ragnar felt a sigh escape his lips nearly inaudible when she turned to stare at him asking a question that she already knew the answer too. Obviously, Ragnar didn't get it. He decided to keep his mouth shut, however, for the sake of not instigating her ire further than he already had. In this case his penchant for silence would likely prove to be his only ally. He should have implored it much sooner but he hadn't and the consequence of it was his. Silently, the scarred Scandinavian followed behind his wife to a more secluded place of the forest intent in proving his love to her since his words did not seem to hold any sort of merit as far as she was concerned. "You are beautiful," He murmured huskily to her as she stopped having found a place she was contented with within the deep and darkened confines of the forest. He slid along side her body, smoothing his tongue against the warm sun kissed fawn colored fur of her body at random, circling her to nip lightly at her cheek, pausing to rake his teeth against the fur of her scruff before he completed his circle, a fire burning hotly in his loins for her. Pausing a second to extend the physical torture of aching for her, Ragnar rose upon his hind legs and drew their hips and bodies together.