Sigefrid found Serena's love of pomegranates completely incomprehensible-- too much work for too little reward, he said. She just smiled and fed him some of the juice that dripped down her fingers.
"Tastes good," he grunted, a bit grudgingly.
"So do you," she murmured, making her way slowly down his body with a mischievous smile. He closed his eyes and tangled his fingers in her hair. "And I worked hard for you."
He scoffed. She had, indeed, been desperate to appeal to him after he'd clocked her. "You calling me a fruit?" he asked with mock indignation.
"Wouldn't dream of it," she replied. "The other guys, though...."
"It's an open secret," Sigefrid said. "Haesten and Dany know, and if Dany knows, Harley knows. Surprised he hasn't said anything."
"Erik knows, but he's discreet. Allya probably knows, but doesn't want to get shot like her idiot brother." Serena smirked at the memory of kneecapping Rheagal. "And if Haesten, Dany, and Allya know, so does Dagfinn."
"I wouldn't bet on it. Dagfinn's usually off in his own world. Now, are we going to keep talking, or are you going to finish what you started?" He pressed on her head for emphasis.
"Oh, and Skorpa knows," Serena added, ignoring Sigefrid's chiding. She nibbled his lower stomach teasingly, making him moan and buck his hips.
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