"Why don't you want to talk to me"?
"We can do all this, but we can't talk"?
My shirt is off and so is hers as she presses on me, chest to chest.
The morning light doesn't reach us underneath these sheets.
She took mine off, and I didn't hesitate to mirror her actions.
The amount of energy she is pushing is equivalent to a metric ton of fuel.
I tickle the sides of her breasts as I move my hands up and down, calming the fiery redhead.
'Go to sleep Soap'.
I roll my eyes.
Mana poisoning is a thing of the past.
A quick cycle into what I now dub 'subspace' is all that is needed to rid the body of the exotic fatigue.
Fatigue brought on by mana poisoning.
"Hela... that is what they called you".
"I think some men went to war across the black sea with your name on their lips".
"They called themselves Vikings".
