[ The word being said aloud makes Athelstan feel a bit of nervousness again. He knows exactly what to expect -- sort of, so at least he doesn't feel as overwhelmed as he might have before but there's that inkling of multi-faceted guilt threatening the surface again. Kissing Ragnar, feeling his hands leading him back towards the bed is distracting and he's wanted Ragnar for so long. His hands move to his sides, holding onto him as if needing to keep a grip on him to ground himself, to keep his thoughts from running away on him.
That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]
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That would have been where that drink would come in handy. But then... Athelstan doesn't want his mind to be altered and he knows that ragnar would rather deal with things or ignore than altogether than that. ]
You give the impression that you would drop anything to have sex with me... [ Athelstan murmurs against Ragnar's lips.]