Warm Embosoms

Frey could hear Este swearing at him like a sailor from the outside, but he chose to mute her out. He traipsed to the bed where Mircea was sprawled upon and picked up the blanket that had fallen down. 

As he closed the distance between them, he thought of how insurable the woman was, and how he would have fucked her if they had met in some bar house or a ship. If she wasn't who she was. 

He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. "Get a grip, Frey." He called out to himself. Without wasting more time, he pulled Mircea's body together into a normal position and then tugged down the tunic to her knees. Frey then proceeded to cover her legs with the blanket he found lying on the ground. 

"What the hell are you doing in there Frey?" Este roared from behind the door, her bangs were only getting clamorous. He was sure in two minutes she would knock down the door. 

"I'm coming." Frey yelled back without caring about Mircea waking up from her sleep.