"I love you, Kara." Hallbjorn responded. Slowly he withdrew from Kara's body, withdrawing his length from her sex and his finger from her behind. He moved from between her wide open thighs, and closed them. He got up, and turned on several of Kara's nightlights before turning off the main light. Then he moved to lie down beside her. He turned Kara onto her side and pulled her body into his, her back to his front. He pulled the covers over the both of them, and it was not long before Hallbjorn fell into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>When they awoke there was some time spent lazing in Kara's bed. But they got up eventually and had to take turns in the washroom - it was not large enough for the both of them at once. If Hallbjorn had been smaller and more normal sized it might not have been possible, but with his stature there was no way.<br/><br/>After they had both showered and done their toiletries, there was some time for breakfast. There was nothing really elaborate about it - there was some bacon and eggs and Hallbjorn cooked that since Kara's domesticity was not ready for the preparation of food that was cooked outside of a microwave. Perhaps some day, but not today.<br/><br/>When the food was done and the two were eating, there came the sound of the front door opening. Hallbjorn stiffened and immediately readied for trouble. His hand reached for a knife that was not there, grasping for the hilt of the absent weapon. However, the large man was a Berserker and capable of doing grievous harm unarmed. He rose from his seat and wandered to the front of the house as a pair of figures that were momentarily unfamiliar to him entered.<br/><br/>They paused at seeing a complete stranger in their home, cautious but ready. Hallbjorn recognized them after a moment from several of the pictures Kara packed.<br/><br/>"Kara," Hallbjorn said, "your parents are home."