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WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: House #4
WHEN: 2/10
OPEN TO: Margaery Tyrell
WARNINGS: Nudity, mature content

Ubbe has been up since the crack of dawn and has been working hard since doing what he would have been doing had he still been at the settlement in Wessex. Not only is it a good way to distract himself from what might be going on back there, but also to keep his mind from being consumed by the question of why he had been brought there and for what purpose.

He's slipped into a routine here; a similar one to that of back home even with the distractions that he had there with helping King Alfred as per their agreement and learning of the arrival of the Black Danes. And without understanding the rules of such the multiverse, Ubbe wonders how people are taking his disappearance. Do they think of him as they all thought of Ragnar when he disappeared? Does Torvi think him dead?

By the time Margaery sees Ubbe, he is approaching the small house she lives in, walking the way someone would be if they were deep in thought.

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It didn't matter much whether she felt it was nothing, Ubbe had taken one hand, then the other, in his own, which in turn brings them even closer than they were moments before. He stared into her eyes, watching her, almost as if he was seeing her in a different light. Or perhaps it was the way she was looking back at him.

There was an intensity there that he simply couldn't ignore; a profound need.

And before he could even rationalize it, his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. One that was neither weighed nor rationalized for whatever repercussion may come from it.

She could normally read men so well, but still she manages to be caught off guard by Ubbe's response. From the moment that he is staring down at her in almost wonder, to the second his lips make contact with hers. It was an unexpected seduction, something she can't say she's experienced with a man before.

Her body roared to life, screaming at her for depriving it for so long of warmth and touch. She had sealed herself away inside a stone crypt, never considering that what she might need and be longing for was something like this.

Her lips parted for him instinctively, banishing any thoughts of whether this was right or wrong. She needed and wanted, that was what mattered in her mind.

Ubbe has always held the belief that thinking of oneself was never wrong, especially when it came to the needs that only intimacy could satisfy. He could feel the desire and need for that the moment he kissed her, as surprising as it must have been. They had only known each other for a short time, yes. But why wait?

He deepens the kiss further until the passion steals the air from his lungs and forces him to momentarily stop. His eyes open again and he looks at her, breathless and knowing that he wants so much more.

Making sure it's what she wants, Ubbe slowly releases her hands, hoping they reach for him again.

She had always lived more in her head, dependent on her calculations and plans. While she wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of having a lover and exploring her wants, they existed in a time before she married Renly and before the throne became her focus.

It was like stepping back onto dry land after months at tumultuous seas. She needed a moment to gather her bearings as he stepped back, releasing her hands from his hold. As much as her body was still humming and dazed from the kiss, her mind was roaring back to life, determining the wisdom of this situation.

There was one factor that should and did make her hesitate, but he was gone. An empty bed was a lonely thing and Ubbe was comforting, kind and warm. She wanted him and wanting was never a terrible thing in her life.

Gently, she reached for his hand and lead him inside the bungalow.

In the moments before she took his hand, Ubbe thought about Torvi. Had she been there, this wouldn't be happening and he knew that. But she wasn't and the first thing he could hear her say deep inside his mind was that she would understand. She was a good woman and a good wife and he would admire her for being both.

Stepping over the threshold and into the house, he pushes the door closed before letting her lead him to where he suspects is her bed.

She pauses before they reach the stairs, feeling an odd sense of concern and uncertainty. Where she never faltered with lovers before, she worried now. It was the first step for her to move forward and continue her life, yet it was such a large step to take. The last semblance of Robb would be gone and there would be no more waiting, only acceptance.

Needing something to urge her forward, even if it was only a little courage, she took drew his hand to her cheek, urging him to touch her.

The moment they come to the bottom of the stairs, Ubbe senses that uncertainty and he understands without needing to say so. Margaery had said herself when they met that everyone she had known had left. The words echo as he looks deep into her eyes.

One by one, they were pulled away. My brother was here for a time but he left too soon. I had a lover briefly, but he is gone now as well. That is the way this world goes.

The Viking prince may have been a fierce warrior in his world, who showed little mercy on the battlefield and seen more than any other man his age, but he was compassionate and respectful when it came to how to treat a woman. And it shows here, between them.

As soon as his hand touches her face, it is held tenderly.

"Let me comfort you." Ubbe says softly, brushing a thumb gently over her skin.

Comfort. It wasn't something that she had needed much of in her life. In looking back at the woman she was and the woman she had become, she had lost the ability to compartmentalize her emotions as she used to. Had the death of ambition made her weak or had that been love itself? It was hard to say, but she was long past the time to returning to who she was.

Besides, comfort was sweet to consider and far more tantalizing than her previous life. She might have side eyed anyone else with this offer, but Ubbe had given her reason to trust him. His interest had been hard to ignore, but there was no ulterior motive to it, nothing to gain aside from enjoyment.

She leaned into his touch, letting go of her reservations and every tie that might have made her hesitate in the past. Slowly, she untied her gown, pushing it off before leading him upstairs.

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