Eric's room - for Athelstan

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is neat and bare.
He hadn't been expecting to return.

He opens the door and lets Athelstan in. Then he switches on the bedside lamp and turns to look at him.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan has an artist's imagination, and Eric's description is just detailed enough he can see it in his mind. His eyes widen at the mention of the tongue piercing - tattoos are one thing, but he's never come across that before and he can just imagine... things.

"Sometimes fear can even be part of that."

[onceaviking]

"It's a big part of it. I like smart people. Smart people fear me," Eric purrs.
"So she approaches me - I'm sitting on my throne - and I asked her what her name is. And she tells me. And then I slide my hand up on the inside of her thigh, just up halfway between her knee and her fitte. Her skin is warm. And she gasps. So I tell her that she can some with me out back."

[athelstanthescribe]

He's forgotten about the shower head in his hand, letting it spray him and ignoring it.

"And did she?"

[onceaviking]

"She did. We walked down the hallway to my office and I lifted her into my desk. It's quite sturdy. And I kissed her till she was writhing against me like a cat in heat. Wet and eager and aching."

[athelstanthescribe]

Eric is really good at this. Athelstan's breathing starts to speed up despite himself.

"Not drinking yet?"

[onceaviking]

"Oh no," Eric purrs. "I wanted her to be me for it. So I slid my hand up her inner thigh again and moved her panties aside. They were flimsy. And damp. And then I slid a finger inside of her, letting the soft folds of her hot sex envelop it. Making her gasp. And moan."

[athelstanthescribe]

He closes his eyes, picturing it - and yes, thanks to Minx, he does know how it feels.

"Yes, that... you were right about that."

[onceaviking]

"So it's working, is it?" Eric purrs.
Amused.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan opens his eyes to peer at him.

"Your advice? Or this?"

[onceaviking]

"Oh both," Eric replies breezily.

[athelstanthescribe]

He considers that, then says, "Yes. The old Earl's daughter seemed pleased, and the woman here."

[onceaviking]

He purrs.

Eric has quite a good imagination as well.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan laughs quietly.

"Mind, I'm... almost sure Lady Lagertha sent Thyri to me. But I hope I pleased her all the same."

[onceaviking]

"Then that's what matters," Eric says with firm conviction.

[athelstanthescribe]

He nods, and offers a crooked smile.

"And perhaps now I'm going to live, she'll come back."

[onceaviking]

"That is a thing to strive for," Eric says.

"Dry off. I'll walk you to the door."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods, turns off the shower, and reaches for a towel.

"And I'll go home."

[onceaviking]

"And you'll go home," Eric agrees, grabbing another towel.

[athelstanthescribe]

It doesn't take him long to dry off, even doing it thoroughly, and a few minutes to put his clothes back on, and then he's ready... at least physically, and he can force himself to do many things.

[onceaviking]

Eric is back in his track suit as well and as he walks over to Athelstan, he drops one huge hand on the back of his neck.

It might be meant as a comfort.

[athelstanthescribe]

It clearly isn't a harsh gesture - perhaps a touch possessive, but that's almost a comfort in its own way as well, and Athelstan smiles up at him.

"So. Downstairs?"

[onceaviking]

"Downstairs," Eric agrees, letting Athelstan out the door.
He'll walk him to the door and let him drink discreetly just before passing through.

[athelstanthescribe]

And so they walk downstairs, back into the main bar, and over to the front door.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks around, discreetly, and then lifts his hand to his mouth, partly hiding the fangs as they come down.

He bites down with a crunch and then offers his hand to Athelstan.

[athelstanthescribe]

He follows Eric's gaze, a quick flicker of eyes just to double-check, then shifting so that Eric's body blocks anyone's view of them, lifts Eric's hand and drinks.