Sigrid

Hey, cutie pie! What's your name?

Sigrid. And you are?

Matthew. Wanna join me in my cabin?

*sits down heavily, accepting the bowl* Better not be poisoned. *begins eating*

*I chuckle softly:* Sure, I'm keeping a pot of poisoned meat warm, in case a hungry Viking walks by...

*grunts* Fair point. *continues eating with good appetite*

Yep. Want more?

Please. *pushes bowl forward*

*I fill it up again and hand it to her:* It's nice to talk to someone new. And able to answer. The reindeer usually run away... *I snort and add jokingly:* I suspect they're trying to avoid my smalltalk...

*stands, stretching* Good stew. Better than expected.

*I gesture towards my bed.*

*looks at bed, then him* Just sleep. Nothing more.

Of course not. But next time, shake before use, ok? *I chuckle softly.*

*grunts* Noted. *resumes what she was doing*

*I reach for her tender bosoms.*

*breathes deeply, body still trembling slightly* Good. *pulls him down against her*

*I'm panting rapidly myself. It takes a while for me to regain control of my breathing:* I'm glad... you reconsidered... the "just sleep" part...

*shifts beneath him* Needed it.

*raises eyebrow* Girlfriend? *sits up slightly* You fought your first lover?

Noo, don't be silly! She was very passionate... and had long hard nails...

*snorts* Passionate? *grins* She marked you like a bear marks territory.