decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She rolled her eyes "I love your mother.... You know I do .... But Ubbe by refusing to take a side in the case of your brother poisoning you.... Trying to murder you.... By refusing to take a side... She has taken IVar's side." She muttered, kissing the top of his head again.
Ivar smiled some, kissing her head "I don't think they will mind if we are fashionably late." He murmured into her hair. "Can you do that thing again? The one with youe hand?" He asked her quietly. In a thousand ways Ivar was the furthest from inoocent someone could be but in matters of the bedroom, being told for so long he was useless... He had no clue.
Ivar smiled some, kissing her head "I don't think they will mind if we are fashionably late." He murmured into her hair. "Can you do that thing again? The one with youe hand?" He asked her quietly. In a thousand ways Ivar was the furthest from inoocent someone could be but in matters of the bedroom, being told for so long he was useless... He had no clue.