He had not meant to fall asleep, but his eyes had closed, and he is sleeping soundly, arms wrapped around the woman he cares about. He opens his eyes, maybe an hour or two has passed, hard to tell. "Shy, are you awake?" His voice is the softest of whispers.
Begins to stir once he whispers her name. His inquiry penetrates the wispy mists of slumber to register in her brain; such a soft beckoning from a familiar deep-timbred voice. Slowly opens her eyes to half-mast, giving a small nod before quietly replying, "I am na. How long did I sleep, mitt man?"
"I'm not really sure, my lady. I fell asleep too." He sounds a touch apologetic. "It's likely too late to move camp now." He could be wrong. "What would you like to do before dinner?"
He soon finds out he does not need to be even remotely apologetic. "Godt. We both needed the rest, Viktor. 'Tis fint that we remain here at this campsite. I am doing exactly hva I want to be doing before our next meal. Na I recall that we do need to find some sticks for our marskmallow treats, but since 'tis not dark out yet we still have a bit of time for relaxation."
A huge grin breaks across his face. Inside he feels the Rage stir, noticing the heightened emotions running through him. "I'm glad to hear that, Shy." He presses a kiss to her, deep, strong, long, though still restrained to keep his emotions in check, especially since he can now feel the Rage straining at the bonds he places on it.
She clearly knows that he is a passionate male. However, if he shows signs of becoming more aggressive she will simply remind him again how things stand, even if she dislikes having to say anything about it.
His eyes lock to hers as he continues to stroke along her back. "I said I would never suddenly lose it and Change near you and I absolutely mean that, but if I ever say I need you to give me a minute, I need you to give me that minute. Is that okay, Shy?"
"But of course. I will do as you request." And a question simply begs to be asked, "Viktor, will having ....relations ....cause you to change in the midst of it?"
"I will not involuntarily Change while kissing or having relations."
"But it could possibly happen?"
"No. I will not Change during any intimate moments."
Another thought pops into her head. "Are you required to use your Rage when it comes to having relations?"
While he is not sure if she means to be funny, it does amuse him. "No, my lady. That would not be very safe."
She is being quite serious. He has told her certain information about the Garou, but she still has much to learn; much to sort out and to understand. "Then explain the Rage to me, please?" She is one for specifics.
"Rage can power Gifts, and can be used in a fight for other reasons. It is not something used for....relations." His hand strokes her back again, enjoying how close she is to him.
"Very well." She will have to take his word on it. For now, their intimate moments solely consist of snuggles, kisses and caresses. Nothing more. And marriage is a long way off, should it even take place. As far as she is concerned it is much too soon to think about that subject. "Viktor?"
His word is good though, at least to those he thinks deserve it, Shy foremost among them. "Yes, my lady?"
"Which Gifts of yours are you required to use your Rage?"
"I do not actually have one that requires me to spend Rage, yet. One of the Cliath rank Ahroun Gifts requires you to spend Rage to hone your claws to a razor's edge."
"Oh, I see." Ponders for a few moments. "You are in a judicial position, so I thought perhaps you are required to tell the truth, and nought but the truth." It seems she is stuck on that R word.
"I have a Gift to know when others tell only the truth, but I am not required to tell the truth myself as a member of the Garou judiciary. I tell the truth to you because I never wish to lie. I am not generally constrained to tell the truth, though when acting in an official capacity it is expected of me."
"I should hope so. Do you expect to receive a Gift which will require you to expend Rage?"
"Yes. I hope to reach the point where one is available to me." He gives a smile that is a little more wolfish then others from today, dangerous.
"Are you going to tell me hva 'tis, or must I tickle it out of you?" Because she will gladly do it. Instead, a jaw-caress is given to the Garou even with him displaying that wolfish smile.
"I would very much like to keep it a secret, especially since I can not even get the Gift in question yet." His grin is turning happier again, wide and very much desirous of the woman caressing his face.
"Hvorfor do you wish to keep it a secret fra me?" Eyebrows knit toward each other.
"I want you to be suitably impressed if I ever get to use it." Vanity.
"Impressed" Or frighteningly impressed?" This is an important question. Rarely, if ever, are her inquires frivolous even if they seem unimportant or silly to others.
"I do not wish to frighten you, Shy."
"But that does not mean you will not."
"I suppose, but it will not be intentional."
"We will need to figure out something to eliminate the probabilities, if at all possible." Curls her arms around him as she leans in, closing the small gap between their mouths.
Kisses from her are electric, jolting through his body and making his body react by pulling her forcefully to him. He wants her far more than their current relationship allows, and kisses are the best medium he has to tell her how he feels without saying the words.
Hopefully not only do her kisses let him know how she feels, but so do those smoldering, sexy 'I want you near me' looks she sends him nearly all of the time. Some are covert and much more wanton, therefore he is unaware of them.
Looks like those test his patience, not in the way that suggests he is fed up with her, but in the way that means he has to wait to bring the physical part of their relationship to another level. He moves to deepen their kiss, even as a faint growl comes out of the core of him. It is a sign of how happy he is, despite what it may sound like.
Subtle differences in growls are used between herself and her crew; only those intuitive with wolves recognize the slight changes and what they represent. Perhaps she is detecting it with him, too. His growls stir her blood, especially when they are kissing and holding each other close.
He may yet fit in with her crew. Growls and the language of wolves is certainly something he understands quite well. Oh, how he wants to let her know everything he feels, in words rather than the quiet growls and kisses which are his current means. She is a woman who understands though, he can feel that, and he is crazy about her for it.
She adores him and he adores her. They have said as much to each other. When their lips finally part she quietly tells him, "Mitt man, we need to get up and take care of Lefty and Righty. Make sure all is fint with them. And ..." A light kiss to his chin " ....we need to find some sticks for roasting marskmallows for 'smores after we have our steaks."
He presses one more kiss to her lips, a fierce kiss that cannot be denied. Then away from her, his arms loosening to let her get up and go. He shifts over and stands up. His trench coat he retrieves, putting it on and opening the door of the tent. "Very well Shy. Horses, sticks, steaks. I take it you are hungry now?"
Flashes one of those smoldering sexy looks, along with a dimpled smile. "I need to speak to you about how quickly you release me." Adding, "I certainly hope you do not bekom weary of me, Viktor. Howe'er, if that should happen then you must tell me right away."
"Do you now?" He turns back to her, eyes flashing at the look she gives him. He gets back down to her level, one arm moving to wrap around her even as he brings his lips to within an inch of hers. He pauses there, enjoying the look, the smile, the way his heart is beating thanks to her. "I more than like you Shy. Time with you is what I want for every day. I will tell you right now I will never have to tell you that." How he feels about her is more than 'like', though dropping the L word is gently skipped over.
"I have heard a saying, Mister Grynyrd ....'ne'er say ne'er.' "
"I have heard it too, Miss Vulpecula. And still I say never." He made sure to catch her eye, for the eyes are the windows to the soul. A kiss to let her feel the strength of his feelings for her. He pulls away after several heart beats, another huge grin on his face. "Shy, are you hungry for steak, or do you want more kisses?" Clearly he will greatly enjoy the option of kisses.
"Both, Viktor. Both."
While he is not sure how to give both to her at once, he can start with another kiss. Lips are firm, pressing down to let her know he wants kisses as much as she. With his hands back around her, he wonders if they are going to be able to take care of the horses at this rate.
Parts that wonderful kiss to say, "Time to tend to the steeds." As much as she likes being in his arms, they do have a responsibility to the clydesdale's. Stands up and says, "Listen! I hear the steaks calling our navn's, Viktor. They are begging for you to grill them. Mine is stating it wants to be medium done, and yours sounds like 'tis just moo-ing."
"How right you are!" He chuckles softly as he stands back up. He does not quite wish to release her yet, so he tries to go through the door of the tent while still holding on to her.
Thankfully she is able to don her boots and weapons belt before they somehow manage to leave the canvas shelter side-by-side. The only thing she is overly concerned about (other than the horses) is the campfire; hopefully it has not gone out. "I enjoy watching sunsets, do you?"
"Yes, I like watching the sunset too." He gives her a quick squeeze, arms coming away from her finally after that. He looks around, knowing he will need fuel for the fire even more than sticks for the marshmallows later.
"Godt, mitt man, because I intend on watching it with you as we sitte o'er there upon the log, enjoying our dinner. 'Tis something I have been looking forward to doing all dag." Brushes a kiss to his lips before moving off. Glances back over her shoulder, and smiles at the Garou.
He smiles right back, enjoying the way the light hits her, and if she happens to give a little waggle in his direction, well, he is certainly paying attention to that! He moves away from the tent, looking for suitable dry firewood, but keeping an eye on Shy the whole time.
Not only does she give one little wiggle of her backside, she gives four. It is part of her monkey-arse dance: step step wiggle wiggle, step step wiggle wiggle.
He may drop a stick or two when she does that. After a moment though, in which his jaw is pulled back up to its proper place and he licks his lips, he picks up the sticks, small logs, and twigs for the fire and moves them over to the firepit. Lighting them is the easy part, thanks to the fire-spirit in his sword.
The monkey-arse dance is much more effective when she is wearing her bikini, but she is sure he can picture it in his minds-eye since he has seen her tattoo with his own eyes. And just before she bends over to pick up a stick she deems suitable for roasting marshmallows, gives her left buttock a little slap. What he does not see, is her smirk.
He can imagine her smirk as well as the tattoo. As he moves over towards the cooler of food, his eyes even more glued to Shy, he calls out softly, "Give the other side a smack, for balance."
"Only the monkey gets slapped, Viktor." Laughs heartily as she stands upright. The horses now have her attention as she strides over to them. Both receive nose and neck rubs along with quiet praise, in Norsk; if they understand her native language they will know she is telling them what good boys they are for being so well-behaved. Too bad there is not a trough for them to drink their fill of water. Instead, she must lead them to the river. It is a task that must be done.
He shakes his head, laughing softly as he retrieves the steaks and potatoes from the cooler. The steaks have been submerged in a marinade the entire trip so far, and should be extremely juicy when they are done. The potatoes are wrapped in tinfoil, ready to go on the fire. The asparagus is the only part that will require more than a moment's preparation. First a pot of water is set to boil, only a little water in the bottom, then its time to snap the end off the vegetable.
Having drank their fill of the fresh, sparkling water Lefty and Righty are led back to the lean-to; they already had their oats for the day, but if they get hungry they can always chomp on the lush tufts of grass. Time to find another decent stick, and that is what she sets about doing. It took her awhile, but she finally locates one that she feels is suitable for using later tonight. While Victor prepares their evening meal, she takes a seat on the same log she chose the last time she sat at the campfire. Unsheathes one of her daggers, and soon sets to whittling the blunt end of the first thick twig into a point. Not long after, the second twig also has a pointy tip.
With the water boiling, in the asparagus goes. Victor lays a camp griddle over the fire and puts the steaks and the tinfoil wrapped potatoes on that. Soon the sizzle of cooking meat comes from the firepit as he adds a small amount of butter to the asparagus. He has a long handled set of tongs in hand now, and a pair of plates ready. One of the sizzling steaks is prodded and flipped about half a minute sooner than the other. Apparently he is taking the medium for her and rare for him idea quite seriously. At this rate, the potatoes will not be done before the steaks are ready. "My lady, I seem to have forgotten to get out the wine for the meal. Could I prevail upon you to get the beverages ready for our supper?"
The wood marshmallow-roasting (or toasting, as some say) skewers are set aside. Dagger is sheathed just as Victor makes his request. A quick nod is given as she stands up and heads over to their supplies. Pauses to ask, "The large cooler?"
"Yes, on the side there closest to you." He pulls out what would be his steak, still good and red in the middle, and sets it on his plate. The asparagus is almost done too.
Easily locates the wine, but what of the glasses" Oh! Remembers she put a couple of champagne flutes in her picnic basket just because she wanted to drink fruit punch out of fancy stemware. Retrieves the crystal glasses from the wicker container. Look at her sly grin as she returns to the campfire!
The asparagus is on the plates, and he tests her steak with a finger poke. It seems to be done enough, so it too moves to a plate. The potatoes are considered, then gently squeezed with the tongs. He makes a concerned face, since they are not done yet. He looks over at Shy, and his concern vanishes into a grin. "Almost ready, Shy."
"Uff da!" She forgot to fetch the corkscrew out of that small pack! Hurries back to where their supplies are kept, to where she has stacked her few things, and finds the corkscrew. A triumphant return moments later brandishing the item like it is some grand trophy. Eases down onto the log once more, then proceeds to uncork the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
He did not bring the camp chair, but he rather wishes for a decent table at the moment. The potatoes done, he gives them each one, placing them still very hot and in their tinfoil on the plates. "Smells delicious, doesn't it Shy?" He is ready to hand her her plate of food, but it seems he forgot another thing. Utensils, or silverware as he thinks of it.
A growl can be heard as she pours the ruby red liquid into the matching crystal stemware, filling his glass first. Nei, it is not from her throat. A light blush of pink appears on her cheeks as she smiles at the Garou. "Metenkes my stomach speaks for me, Viktor."
The reason behind the growl is enough to put a smirk on his face, that blends into a true smile as he looks at her smiling face. Then a much lower growl is heard, not from his throat either. "I think my stomach agrees with you, Shy!" He quickly fetches utensils for their meal, nice sharp knives along with forks, as well as paper napkins. He takes a seat on the log. "Let us eat."
Holds out the glass toward him. "I kannot do anything until you take this vessel." Balancing a plate of hot food on her lap and pouring wine without spilling either, can be tricky.
He quickly takes the glass she holds towards him, managing not to upset anything in the process. "Thank you." He let the plate sit next to him on the log, on the side opposite of Shy.
"You are velkommen." Recorks the wine bottle and sets it down near the rustic skewers. "Hvorfor did we not tenke of bringing along some kind of table?"
He gives a little shrug. "We can improvise." He picks up his plate, swinging around to straddle the log and face Shy, with his plate now placed on the log between them. "I think this works well enough." He sighs for a moment, glad to be the man who is alone with her.
"Hvorfor do you sigh, Viktor?"
"That was a happy sigh, Shy. I'm thinking how glad I am to share this moment with you." With a statement like that, he has to give her one of his biggest smiles to go along with it.
Returns a dazzling smile of her own. "Oh." Looks at him for another moment or two before stating, "The majority of people I have heard sighing do it out of boredom. It annoys the dritt out of me." Of course the word 'people' is used loosely and includes races of creatures that are clearly not considered human. Even they sigh. Fork and knife are picked up and used; one to hold the meat in place, the other to cut into the tender, juicy steak.
"I'm not bored, Shy." Another flash of the big smile before he gets to work on his meal, and since he considers it rude to speak with his mouth full, he will not be speaking very much for the next few minutes.
A couple of hours later, having enjoyed their meal and the beautiful sunset, the Garou and the Viking roast marshmallows for s'mores. During this time of relaxation they quietly share more tales of adventure (including a spooky campfire story), laugh a lot about silly things they have seen and heard in RhyDin, and continue to delight in each others company.
It was well after midnight when they finally made their way into the tent, to sleep. Too soon they will be heading back to town; the mini-camping vacation come and gone so quickly!
(adapted from live RP)