Hallbjorn was holding his breath as Kara raised his wrist to her lips. He could feel each of her hot breaths in incredible detail. He could feel the heat radiating from her face and mouth. He gave a gentle, soft sigh when her lips touched his skin. It felt nice. It was not her fangs on or in his flesh but he was not disappointed at all that she did not give him that here and now. Another male might have been but he was glad of what he received and counted himself lucky to get so much as that. He nodded when she told him she would drink directly from him tomorrow and his body trembled with the news in anticipation.<br/><br/>They finished the cake, sharing it and alternating bites. It was very pleasant to do so with her, and he wore a small smile the entire time. Although they shared this desert he believed that if this was peanut butter cup ice cream she would not be sharing a drop with him. When she mentioned that they had missed a large part of the movie, he shrugged without a care. It did not bother him either. They had a long time to watch movies together. They could catch the parts they had missed another time. For now, at least, it seemed they had so much time.<br/><br/>While they watched the rest of the movie Hallbjorn's hand stroked Kara's hair softly. He could tell she was tiring and caught her yawns despite how she stifled the noise. His poor little mate had such a big day. The movie ended, reaching its tragic culmination, and Hallbjorn turned it off as the credits began to roll. He kissed the top of Kara's head and took the cart with their dishes out to the hall, leaving it there to be retrieved whenever a member of the hotel staff happened along. He returned to the bedroom and began to disrobe until he was in nothing but another pair of black boxer shorts. The large man removed the band at the end of his braid and shook his hair out, letting it fall over his back and shoulders before he turned over to his sleepy mate.<br/><br/>"Time for bed, female." He told her in a soft voice, and he began to undress her, taking care to remove her dress gently. He left her wearing only her silky black panties, but put on the undershirt that he had worn throughout the day on her as a top. It was very large on her, still warm from his body, and it smelled very much like him. The Berserker dimmed the lights, and crawled into bed with Kara, positioning them with her back to his front. When they fell asleep, his arms were around her waist and his head curled forward so that his mouth was near the back of her head.<br/><br/>This time, Hallbjorn would not be the first to wake. Perhaps it would be a consequence of Kara's thirst, or something else. But when she would awaken Hallbjorn's arms had shifted. One arm had inched upwards and the bottoms of her breasts were brushed by the top of his upper arm, with the contour of one breast edged by his wrist and the metacarpal of his thumb. The other arm had drifted low, crossing her belly at an angle, leaving his fingers to curl around her hip and the pad of his hand resting on her mound.