Hallbjorn experienced a very intense release when Kara bit his penis. He enjoyed her taking his blood and seed in this way. His head fell backwards and his eyes hammered shut as the intense waves of pleasure hit him. His hands shut so tightly that the skin of his knuckles grew ever fairer. His jaw clenched hard, the muscles of his face standing out starkly. The Berserker was left to breathe deeply when it was over. He felt Kara's face against his thigh and he looked down at her while he recovered from what he experienced. He felt a powerful wave of guilt as she asked him if they could go to bed, telling him that she was so sleepy. She was so exhausted that she could not rise under her own power. Hallbjorn turned off the jets of water and picked Kara up again, holding her to his chest and feeling very bad about himself privately for making her endure so much.<br/><br/>He grabbed a fluffy white towel from the rack and set about drying Kara. He held her firmly as he worked, drying them both off. When they were both dry Hallbjorn replaced the towel and carried Kara to bed. He pulled the covers back and brought them both beneath them. The large male settled his small mate perfectly, putting the comfiest pillows under her head and holding her just right so that she would be comfortable and know his touch while she slept. He kissed her lips gently before sleep claimed her completely.<br/><br/>He softened while she slept. Hallbjorn did not go to sleep himself, not completely. The man closed his eyes and dozed a little, but it was a light and transient state that was half-awake and half-asleep at best. The big man did not mind lying like this with his mate in his arms while she got the sleep and rest that she needed. A part of him wanted to get up and have something ready to eat for when she woke, but he did not think it would be wise to let her out of his arms and not be there when she woke. He knew that she needed it and so he would give her it, always. Instead he passed the time thinking about clothes for Kara. Things he would like to see her wear. His thoughts were surprisingly tame and he never really imagined her in lingerie. He was used to seeing her in own style, and that was in normal girl clothing. That was more than enough to make Hallbjorn happy. The short shorts that she wore at times were very exciting in their own way and showed off her delectable legs that were so long for her frame. Seeing her in a pair of daisy dukes with some heels - as incongruous as the combination was - seemed to occur more and more in Hallbjorn's mind while Kara slept.<br/><br/>When Kara did awaken, Hallbjorn greeted her with a gentle, loving kiss. "Hello there, sleepyhead." He said to her in a gentle tone, even though it was his fault really that she had gotten so tired out.