The bags were still sitting on the floor beside the counter where Henrik had earlier bent her over, and she bent down to pick them up, only to straighten up when she heard Henrik suck in a breath.
Shit, she hadn’t meant to—
“If we have sex again, my cock might actually jump off my body and run away in protest,” Henrik said with a sigh, although, she could hear a hint of a growl in his words. “Your ass is the perfect piece of meat, ready for my teeth to sink into it for a bite.”
“We have to take a break,” Violet whispered as she straightened up and turned around to face him. They should have pulled on more layers. All of the layers. Layers upon layers. “I can’t take it anymore. I love you so much, but we have to stop.”
“What the fuck is the use of supernatural healing if it doesn’t keep my cock hard and inside of you,” Henrik complained as he moved in closer and tipped her chin up with his fingers. “These lips were made to be kissed, and I haven’t explored all of you yet, and—”
“We have to sleep at some point... and eat... and we should really be drinking more water.”
The fact of the matter was, it didn’t really actually matter how much they wanted one another. They were going on day three of barely any sleep, barely any food, and barely any water. Theyhadto take a break, if for no other reason than they were going to hurt themselves otherwise. Supernatural healing or not, they were in their thirties, and while sex-capades might be possible for some, she honestly wasn’t used to it. Her body ached in new ways she never could have imagined. Her thighs burned, her hips were sore, and it had beenso much sex.
Her vagina was going to start screaming at her if she didn’t give the poor thing a chance to self-regulate itself.
Henrik’s stomach made a sudden noise, grumbling and growling, reminding them all too well of how hungry they both were. They hadn’t even paused for snacks, and Violet was a girl who enjoyed her snacks.
“We eat, we cuddle on the couch, we take a power nap, and then we go again when we wake up,” Violet offered, although they both knew he would accept.
“We eat while we curl up on the couch and you keep your ass as far away from my dick as is possible, because otherwise, I’m—”
“I’m going to run upstairs and find a pair of sweatpants while you take everything to the couch,” she corrected, because yeah...layers.
By the time Violet made it back downstairs, she was pleased to see the coffee table, which had previously been pushed aside, moved into it’s original location, in front of the couch. Everything foodwise that had been in the bag was spread out, including everything from sandwiches to chips to cookies to pastries and even a second thermos, to match the one Henrik was sipping out of.
With a wave of her hand, not that she actually needed to wave her hand at all, Violet pushed for a bit of fire to join them in the fireplace, giving the living room a cozy glow and a bit of warmth. The only thing missing to make this a perfect evening in was her sketchbook and a warm cup of tea.
“That one has tea in it,” Henrik said as he gestured to the thermos on the table. “Although, now that you’re not all... magically... uhh...”
“Now that I don’t explode at a single touch?” she offered, amused at how Henrik was trying to explain that she was a bomb ready to go off.
“Yeah. That. You wanna try coffee?”
A stimulant? Something that would affect her, in some way? She normally stuck to tea, with as little caffeine as was possible, for obvious reasons, but now that she wasn’t so touchy... yeah, she wouldn’t mind some coffee.
“Sure,” she answered with a smile, and sat down on the couch beside him, keeping her ass a few inches away from him. Just in case. Just because.
He offered her the thermos and she took a whiff of it, one that wasn’t unfamiliar to her, given how long she had worked beside a coffee shop. She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a small sip, not sure what to expect, only to find—
“Oh, ew, that’s horrible,” Violet sputtered as she forced herself to swallow it down. She needed to know if she had a reaction to it, but she didn’t plan on drinking it again any time soon.
“It’s old and doesn’t have cream and sugar in it,” Henrik snorted, and took the bottle from her hand. “We’ll have Mardoc make you some chocolatey sugary concoction when we head into town tomorrow.”
Head into town. Right. Return to Garoureve and begin moving forward.
“So... I have to ask, what are your plans moving forward,” Violet asked, easing into the conversation as gently as she could. “I mean... for work, and for the pack as well.”
“Figured I would keep doin’ what I’ve been doin,” Henrik answered with a shrug as he picked up a sandwich and unwrapped it further. She could tell that it was all of his favorites, meaning double meat. Of course. “I mean, it’s what I did on the outside, and it’s what I’m good at. Keep buildin’ things. Keep fixin’ things up. Grow you a whole garden of herbs and whatever else you want. Extend onto this house, like we planned.”
She liked the sound of that. Liked the sound of all of it. So many wolves often worked outside of town, it seemed, and she didn’t necessarily want Henrik to be one of them, save...
“I want to keep doing art,” Violet said, nervous to even broach the subject. “And by that I mean tattoos. I like doing them. I like being a tattoo artist. I’m one of the few artists this side of the Mississippi that can do shifter tattoos, unless you want to head into the cities, but no shifter really wants to do that. I can do most of that from in the town, but, I do still have my shop.”
Henrik chewed his first bite while staring at her, the look on his face one she could easily read. He was waiting for her to expand, but she didn’t think she had to. That would take her out of town, and away from him. Not all the time, but sometimes.
“And? I mean, you’re the town witch. I think the town can just... make sure you pop out close to your place.”
That was... valid.