Freya ignored the end of the count down and fell into the firm heat of his lips. It was different from what she had remembered in her dream, that wasn't a dream. That had been dizzying and warm but subdued. This kiss felt like fire as she met his force, wanting to test those boundaries as her fingers brushed against his neck and then sank into his hair. She held him close, parting her lips slightly to inhale his scent.

It wasn't an innocent kiss.

Her eyes slipped closed and her thoughts skidded to an abrupt halt. Her fingers were still trembling though Freya felt as if she was being held firmly in place through the duration of their kiss.

Freya felt something in her chest reach out towards him. A piece of herself that has remained buried for the last ten years. It was fragile, young and the reason why she was so afraid. She heard a small voice, sounding as she did when she was sixteen. Please don't break me. It felt strange to listen too, to give herself over to the feelings that she'd cut away from herself.

There were parts of herself fighting, constantly in conflict with each other but Thorfinn was stable. He was someone that she could trust with this breakable piece of her heart.

Freya's lips lingered against his, prolonging and pushing their kiss as long as it could go. She didn't want to think again, she didn't want the worry and fear to return. She wanted to feel warmth and comfort.