To say that Cyrdic went from the hardened soldier to the young man he was in an instant was a bit of an understatement. "Sigmar's fucking hammer," he breathed in between her kisses. His voice might have even cracked. He'd closed his eyes and enjoyed her first kiss, and breathed through his nose as she continued to smother him with her lush lips. 

The Ostlander admitted he'd had a few fantasies of them kissing on a bed, but leave it to Camilla to both shatter the mood of it, yet fulfill it at the same time. He let out a cry of pain as she embraced him, though it sounded more like a grunt. His chest heaved, lifting her up as well. He didn't mind the pain though. In fact he began to laugh, his face smiling fiercely. Before she could give an apology, he wrapped his great arm around her waist, and cupped her cheek with his hand as he kissed her back longingly. 

When their lips parted, he completed his earlier thought. "I never thought I'd fall for a foreign girl," he whispered, and kissed her again. 
[hr] 
Cyrdic had been a bit too tired and hurt last night for the two of them to get too physical, but when he awoke in the morning, he found Camilla in her tattered dress and jewels, asleep on his chest, with their arms wrapped around each other. The sun streamed through the far window, but the room was still bleak and low-lit. 

There was a knock on the door, and Cyrdic realized that was what had awoken him earlier. Instead of a voice calling out, a note was slipped under their door. The muscled man blinked, and smoothed his hand in Camilla's hair. He almost didn't have the heart to wake her up. He shook his head, and realized that despite all of the shit they'd been through. He'd rather be nowhere else than here with her. 
[@Penny]