Handheld Ragnarsson.

Handheld Ragnarsson.

Portable Ragnarsson.

Ragnarsson in your pocket.

Wandering Hands

Pairing:  Eivor x Ivarr

Warning:  I just really want to rip his clothes off and see him with that wicked smile.

Eivor shoved Ivarr hard up against the wall, fingers ripping through the ties and buckles on his clothes ridding the irritating barrier between them.

He smirked in amusement as he watched how fast she undid and threw his shirt behind them.

Free from his leather and hemp, Eivor trailed her hands down his hot chest, fingers brushing over the fine hairs.

Eivor bit her lip as her fingers swirled over Ivarr’s tattoos, remembering the first time they met and how she watched him stalk towards her in that church.  The strength in his arms, the fire in his eyes.

Heated thoughts filled her as Ivarr’s icy eyes looked into hers and her lips curled into a smile as she pressed him against the wall with her palm on his stomach.

Eivor surprised him by dipping down and licking all the way up his chest, her tongue warm and teasing on his bare skin.

Ivarr let out a huffed breath, as he kept himself from launching himself at her…for now.

Eivor’s hand trailed back down the dark trail of Ivarr’s chest, fingers lingering briefly over the hemline of his pant before continuing down to feel the effect she had on him.

Previously happy to let Eivor have her way with him, all thoughts of waiting left Ivarr when she gripped him through the fabric.  A satisfied growl vibrated in his throat as he leaned down to kiss her.

Lost in his rough, fiery kiss, she didn’t even notice her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips as he spun them, slamming her into the wall.

He kissed his way down to her jaw, his breath tickling her ear as his hands gripped her hips.

“My turn.”  Ivarr purred with a wicked grin.

has this been done yet or?

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Remedy, remedy !!!! (Don’t bother if you don’t know what I am talking about lol ) Ragnarsson, faithful to the tradition(maybe) Empty minded beast.  Probably is high lol 

“I’ll just write this short little fic”, the author says, not realising they’re doomed by the narrative