Despite having no extensive hands on experiance with kissing Freya had seen enough movies to know what to do. Her tongue flicked along his bottom lip before she nipped affectionately at the dry pink sink. She felt his tongue, his breath, their kiss deepen and a shiver twisted up her spine. She exhaled and a soft eager tone escaped her lips as her fingers twisted through his hair.

She knew they would have to breathe at some point but it felt to good to want to stop.

It was a perfect kiss. Not in execution but because it was Thorfinn. It felt like it was more than just an impulse or kiss. It was another way of speaking, of showing someone affection and warmth. Every worry and doubt, hope and need, desire and affection; it all gathered and spoke without words between their lips. Freya pressed her lips tightly against his before slowly pulling away. She didn't move fair, she could feel his breath caress her cheek as she sought his gaze.

"Are you-" Her throat felt dry. "Okay?"