Gisla whirls away in a swirl of silk, her arm tingling where his fingers brushed against the flesh beneath her flowing sleeve. Her skim is aflame from the fire of their argument, and she wants to lash out with nails, with teeth, with words that scratch and bite. Her heart beats faster as she sees the same look in her husband's eye, and like that the passion flares, ignites, turns her anger into something more, something better.
Vikings, Rollo/Gisla
Gisla whirls away in a swirl of silk, her arm tingling where his fingers brushed against the flesh beneath her flowing sleeve. Her skim is aflame from the fire of their argument, and she wants to lash out with nails, with teeth, with words that scratch and bite. Her heart beats faster as she sees the same look in her husband's eye, and like that the passion flares, ignites, turns her anger into something more, something better.
"Do not stop," Gisla commands.