Jack Kirby, with Inks and Colors by Al Williamson.
This is awesome. Is that The Watcher?
Yes.
Unpublished sketch by Kirby of Uatu, before he took up residence on the Moon.
Kirby had a lot of ideas for Uatu, and a lot of them never saw publication because he went to DC in the 70s and he was pissed at Stan.
TLDR explanation: Stan was being… Stan.
Also, Jack Kirby was obviously a creative genius… BUT he NEEDED an editor.
Think of Jack Kirby like a fire hydrant on a hot day, with a couple of kids twisting one of the ends off of the nozzle: EVERYBODY in the neighborhood has fun in the water. And there is plenty of water for all of the kids in the neighborhood to get a chance play.
But… the water is not exactly drinkable. Some of the water is crystal clear. Some of it… not so much: Kirby.
Jack needed an editor, but that does not mean that he shared all of his ideas.
this pencil drawing of Uatu is a crystal clear glass of pure Kirby Gold.
I wonder what he had planned for him?
for one thing, Uatu was kind of bad at the whole “Sworn to not Interfere” Schtick. he was quite fond of interfering, actually.
I wonder what his end game was?
and why protect the Earth?
Uatu was supposed to watch the entirety of the Milky Way Galaxy, but he spent the entirety of his tenure as the Watcher on Earth’s Moon.
So, again: WHY?
not the obvious “because the comics take place on Earth” answer. seriously, an in story-answer. does anybody know? because I sure as shit don’t, and I would like to have that knowledge.
Earth X got pretty close to answering my question, but Marvel decided that it is not canon. so… I will continue to wonder.
One more thing, anybody else notice that Jack’s Fourth World had one sizable difference from his Marvel Cosmic work:
DC’s Fourth World has boundaries.
The source wall is the edge of existence. It is also where the Gods are sent to die. when the Fourth World Ended (Final Crisis), all of the New Gods rejoined with the Source. They were then reborn in new forms, but their older forms became part of the source wall.
Darkseid kinda looks like one of the Easter Island Statues, right? The Prevailing Theory is that the Easter Island statues were created as memorials for loved ones that passed. Tombstones. Darkseid is a Tombstone. His entire goal in existence is to end all of existence. Fitting, isn’t it? That Darkseid would want to end the Fourth World.
So… What happened to the First, Second, or Third? The Source Wall is where the relics of those Worlds are kept. A Wall.
A wall around existence. Meaning that it is finite. Maybe Jack was feeling sad when he made the New Gods, or maybe he just came to grips with his own mortality. I dunno.
But, Marvel does not have a wall around it. Just an endless expanse of questions and wonder.
I am not saying these things to give answers.
I am saying them to provoke questions for which I do not have answers.
If you want the answers, a good place to start would be to read some more comics.
Come on in, the water feels awesome.
…
Technically speaking, the Source Wall was a post-Kirby addition to the mythos?
Pretty sure Jack’s version of it was just a wall out in space, but later writers took the ball and ran with it to expand its significance. I think you’re right that Jack didn’t intend it to be a boundary, but that’s really the purpose that it serves.
“The source wall is a solid barrier surrounding the multiverse, beyond which lies the source.”
It’s the wall at the end of the New Gods’ existence. So, maybe Jack meant it as giving his New Gods a sense of mortality.
Regardless of Jack’s intent, it does raise the same question. Why does DC have a boundary wall around its existence?
I’m…pretty sure Kirby’s version didn’t have a wall, just the Promethean Galaxy, a vast reach of space filled with folks who’ve tried to cross it bound to the remains of their equipment:
Metron notes that he has no idea what’s beyond it, and WANTS to give it a shot someday, but he hasn’t the guts.
“This one tried to engulf the Barrier… …beyond it lies the source.”
So the Promethean tried to eat his way through the source wall, and wound up chained to a rock and floating through space. A barrier at the edge of all space and time, beyond which lies the source.
Again, there’s no indication that there’s an actual physical wall on the other side of the Promethean Galaxy, just that on the other side of it is The Source, and no one’s managed to make it through.
It being a wall made up of giants was IIRC, something…I think it was Starlin came up with?
It says it right there on the bottom right of the page you posted. There’s a “barrier” between the universe and the Source.
We’re essentially debating what that barrier looks like.
It was probably Starlin that made it a physical wall. Maybe even in Cosmic Odyssey with Mignola?
Is it just me, or was Starlin’s New Gods clunky as fuck? Something about it always falls flat for me. Probably because it’s a different creator, one who is supremely talented in his own right, playing in Kirby’s sandbox. Something about it doesn’t work for me. Meh. But it’s all cannon now.
Grant Morrison seems to be the best writer to tackle the New Gods and handle them correctly.
Jack Kirby, with Inks and Colors by Al Williamson.
This is awesome. Is that The Watcher?
Yes.
Unpublished sketch by Kirby of Uatu, before he took up residence on the Moon.
Kirby had a lot of ideas for Uatu, and a lot of them never saw publication because he went to DC in the 70s and he was pissed at Stan.
TLDR explanation: Stan was being… Stan.
Also, Jack Kirby was obviously a creative genius… BUT he NEEDED an editor.
Think of Jack Kirby like a fire hydrant on a hot day, with a couple of kids twisting one of the ends off of the nozzle: EVERYBODY in the neighborhood has fun in the water. And there is plenty of water for all of the kids in the neighborhood to get a chance play.
But… the water is not exactly drinkable. Some of the water is crystal clear. Some of it… not so much: Kirby.
Jack needed an editor, but that does not mean that he shared all of his ideas.
this pencil drawing of Uatu is a crystal clear glass of pure Kirby Gold.
I wonder what he had planned for him?
for one thing, Uatu was kind of bad at the whole “Sworn to not Interfere” Schtick. he was quite fond of interfering, actually.
I wonder what his end game was?
and why protect the Earth?
Uatu was supposed to watch the entirety of the Milky Way Galaxy, but he spent the entirety of his tenure as the Watcher on Earth’s Moon.
So, again: WHY?
not the obvious “because the comics take place on Earth” answer. seriously, an in story-answer. does anybody know? because I sure as shit don’t, and I would like to have that knowledge.
Earth X got pretty close to answering my question, but Marvel decided that it is not canon. so… I will continue to wonder.
One more thing, anybody else notice that Jack’s Fourth World had one sizable difference from his Marvel Cosmic work:
DC’s Fourth World has boundaries.
The source wall is the edge of existence. It is also where the Gods are sent to die. when the Fourth World Ended (Final Crisis), all of the New Gods rejoined with the Source. They were then reborn in new forms, but their older forms became part of the source wall.
Darkseid kinda looks like one of the Easter Island Statues, right? The Prevailing Theory is that the Easter Island statues were created as memorials for loved ones that passed. Tombstones. Darkseid is a Tombstone. His entire goal in existence is to end all of existence. Fitting, isn’t it? That Darkseid would want to end the Fourth World.
So… What happened to the First, Second, or Third? The Source Wall is where the relics of those Worlds are kept. A Wall.
A wall around existence. Meaning that it is finite. Maybe Jack was feeling sad when he made the New Gods, or maybe he just came to grips with his own mortality. I dunno.
But, Marvel does not have a wall around it. Just an endless expanse of questions and wonder.
I am not saying these things to give answers.
I am saying them to provoke questions for which I do not have answers.
If you want the answers, a good place to start would be to read some more comics.
Come on in, the water feels awesome.
…
Technically speaking, the Source Wall was a post-Kirby addition to the mythos?
Pretty sure Jack’s version of it was just a wall out in space, but later writers took the ball and ran with it to expand its significance. I think you’re right that Jack didn’t intend it to be a boundary, but that’s really the purpose that it serves.
“The source wall is a solid barrier surrounding the multiverse, beyond which lies the source.”
It’s the wall at the end of the New Gods’ existence. So, maybe Jack meant it as giving his New Gods a sense of mortality.
Regardless of Jack’s intent, it does raise the same question. Why does DC have a boundary wall around its existence?
I’m…pretty sure Kirby’s version didn’t have a wall, just the Promethean Galaxy, a vast reach of space filled with folks who’ve tried to cross it bound to the remains of their equipment:
Metron notes that he has no idea what’s beyond it, and WANTS to give it a shot someday, but he hasn’t the guts.
“This one tried to engulf the Barrier… …beyond it lies the source.”
So the Promethean tried to eat his way through the source wall, and wound up chained to a rock and floating through space. A barrier at the edge of all space and time, beyond which lies the source.
Jack Kirby, with Inks and Colors by Al Williamson.
This is awesome. Is that The Watcher?
Yes.
Unpublished sketch by Kirby of Uatu, before he took up residence on the Moon.
Kirby had a lot of ideas for Uatu, and a lot of them never saw publication because he went to DC in the 70s and he was pissed at Stan.
TLDR explanation: Stan was being… Stan.
Also, Jack Kirby was obviously a creative genius… BUT he NEEDED an editor.
Think of Jack Kirby like a fire hydrant on a hot day, with a couple of kids twisting one of the ends off of the nozzle: EVERYBODY in the neighborhood has fun in the water. And there is plenty of water for all of the kids in the neighborhood to get a chance play.
But… the water is not exactly drinkable. Some of the water is crystal clear. Some of it… not so much: Kirby.
Jack needed an editor, but that does not mean that he shared all of his ideas.
this pencil drawing of Uatu is a crystal clear glass of pure Kirby Gold.
I wonder what he had planned for him?
for one thing, Uatu was kind of bad at the whole “Sworn to not Interfere” Schtick. he was quite fond of interfering, actually.
I wonder what his end game was?
and why protect the Earth?
Uatu was supposed to watch the entirety of the Milky Way Galaxy, but he spent the entirety of his tenure as the Watcher on Earth’s Moon.
So, again: WHY?
not the obvious “because the comics take place on Earth” answer. seriously, an in story-answer. does anybody know? because I sure as shit don’t, and I would like to have that knowledge.
Earth X got pretty close to answering my question, but Marvel decided that it is not canon. so… I will continue to wonder.
One more thing, anybody else notice that Jack’s Fourth World had one sizable difference from his Marvel Cosmic work:
DC’s Fourth World has boundaries.
The source wall is the edge of existence. It is also where the Gods are sent to die. when the Fourth World Ended (Final Crisis), all of the New Gods rejoined with the Source. They were then reborn in new forms, but their older forms became part of the source wall.
Darkseid kinda looks like one of the Easter Island Statues, right? The Prevailing Theory is that the Easter Island statues were created as memorials for loved ones that passed. Tombstones. Darkseid is a Tombstone. His entire goal in existence is to end all of existence. Fitting, isn’t it? That Darkseid would want to end the Fourth World.
So… What happened to the First, Second, or Third? The Source Wall is where the relics of those Worlds are kept. A Wall.
A wall around existence. Meaning that it is finite. Maybe Jack was feeling sad when he made the New Gods, or maybe he just came to grips with his own mortality. I dunno.
But, Marvel does not have a wall around it. Just an endless expanse of questions and wonder.
I am not saying these things to give answers.
I am saying them to provoke questions for which I do not have answers.
If you want the answers, a good place to start would be to read some more comics.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and ‘Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“Wait! Wait!” Magnus said as he rushed up to stop her before he got to the door, he rushed and managed to catch her around her waist and he was laughing at her squeal as he did. “Bec, you’re not wearing any proper clothes, I’ll get it.”
And he kissed her and waited until she had gone back to the other room before he opened the door and paid for the pizza. He locked the door afterwards and headed back to the kitchen, putting the pizza down as he grabbed some serviettes and some drinks.
“Do you want wine or soda?”
He wasn’t going to bother with plates because who eats pizza off plates? And it was only the two of them so it wasn’t as if either of them cared about that stuff – at least, he didn’t care.
Before he took the food in though he put some food out for Henry and he shuffled his head.
“Don’t worry boy, tomorrow I’ll spend all day with you.”
Rebecka scurried back into his rooms and sat down on the bed. She hadn’t even thought about being undressed…
“Maybe wine…” she called out to him. It had been a long time since she had had wine and pizza. “Being a little tipsy might be fun,” she whispered to herself.
And then she thought of being tipsy with Magnus and she blushed. She lifted the back of her fingers to her burning cheeks. She was a silly drunk, an amorous drunk, which is why she wasn’t often drunk.
She heard his footsteps coming back into the room, Henry’s toenails ticking on the floor behind him.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and ‘Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“Oh god,” he whispered against her lips. “Do they watch my videos too?”
He smiled at the thought that they would see their daughter cooking. That the one thing that she had seemed insecure about was clearly not so terrifying. God, he loved how proud she had been after the whole thing, when she saw what she had done and he pulled her onto his lap and moaned against her.
God, he loved her happy.
“Maybe we should think of… of what we should cook next…”
But he was paying so little attention to the idea of cooking, to the idea of filming, to the editing on his laptop or the thought that there was pizza coming to their door. Magnus was going to live each second as it was in front of him and right now the only thing important in his life was in front of him.
He started to laugh against her lips, “God, you make me happy.”
Rebecka felt her heart grow inside her chest and her smile grew with it.
“Good, because I plan on making you happy for as long as I can,” she whispered to him. It wasn’t something she could say loud, incase he took exception to her planning.
“But my parents have watched a few of your videos. I wanted them to make your waffles, and so we watched and they made them.”
Her hand moved to cover his heart and she was looking into his eyes in the quiet of his room.
“Magnus…” she started. “I…”
And then there was a long moment of silence between them as her words hung in the air.
It was broken by the sound of a buzzer, loud and shrill coming from the kitchen.
Rebecka jumped and looked toward the sound, realizing it was only the pizza delivery ringing the buzzer to get in the gates.
“Shit,” she said as she hopped up and ran toward the sound and pressed the buzzer letting the driver drive through.
She was still only wearing his shirt as she rushed to open the door for the delivery person.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and ‘Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He looked at her and sighed, shrugging.
“I’m not much of a planner Bec,” he said to her. “I don’t… think about things in terms of weeks or months or years. At least, not anymore.”
Magnus took a deep breath.
“I like right now, being here with you and showing you how to cook and waking up next to you,” he said. “Is it okay, that, just for now… we can just enjoy that and not worry about anything else?”
He had never been the biggest planner, he had always had some idea of a plan when he had been younger. Academy. Detective. Wife. Home. Family. But he hadn’t had anymore more concrete than that. And after the accident he decided that planning was too hard because had had lost his job, he couldn’t find anyone, he didn’t have a home and no family to speak of.
But now she was here and he didn’t want to plan too much because plans were too hard.
Magnus leaned up and kissed her, “I just want you now, okay?”
He looked into her eyes.
“So, is it okay if I introduce the world to my girlfriend Bec?”
Rebeckawas a planner, she always had been. Every aspect of her life had been planned since she was a little girl.
And it wasn’t as if she had always been on the same path. There had been forks in the road. There was a time when she thought she might want to be a professional swimmer, or raise horses. But each decision was carefully weighed, all aspects explored and followed to their natural conclusion. She had chosen to be a writer, over everything else she could have done. And even when things were difficult, when everything seemed to be against her, she stuck to her plan, shifted what she needed to, but stuck to her plan.
But she could see in his eyes that he was going to need time. In his soft and gentle way, he was asking her for time.
She smiled at him and reached up to hold his face when he kissed her and told he he just wanted her right now.
Her hand stayed on his face snd she smiled at him.
“I would love to be introduced to the world as your girlfriend Bec,” she whispered to him and she leaned into him to kiss his waiting lips.
Rebecka was enough of a planner for the both of them. And Magnus was now part of her plan.
“I should let me family know though, because they won’t have a clue who Bec is,” she giggled.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and ‘Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He raised his eyebrows.
“So, you don’t mind?” he asked her. “Really? You don’t mind?”
A part of him wanted to question the cookbook. Did she want to write a book with him? That seemed like a big decision and he was… nervous with her. He seemed to realise that she was a big time writer, and she had books that he had in his bookshelf, that she had written, that… thousands of people had read.
And he was… what? Some youtuber? Some ex-police officer?
What did she even see in him?
He cleared his throat, “I mean… do you want people to know you as Rebecka Lindahl or… or Evan Shem?”
He looked at her.
“I know you had made a decision to reveal who you were but that was when you though I would rat you out but… I didn’t, and I wouldn’t, I just… I don’t know what you want.”
Rebecka inhaled a deep breath in.
“I don’t mind, really, that people see me with you, that they see how much I like you. Really,” she said with conviction.
“And I want to be Bec, Rebecka, because that is who I am. Evan Shem is part of me, but it’s only the part that gets the credit for the writing I do. Evan Shem was created so that I could go to the shops, or go on a holiday, or see my neice’s school dance recitals without being hounded about when the next book was coming out.”
She knew it was confusing, it was complicated and maybe it was just too difficult to deal with, but she hoped he would understand. She looked down from his eyes and she rubbed her hands together.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out with the cookbook thing. I shouldn’t have… I just have ideas sometimes and I usually say them out loud.”
Rebecka looked back up at him, her eyes meeting his.
“I want to be Bec, your…Bec… but what do you want Magnus?”
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and ‘Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He sighed, “It’s just that… all the shots that I have, of the food and of us… it’s… well, take a look.”
And he played them, and he skipped through the next shot, and the next, and the next.
He turned to her.
“Are you okay with… this?” he asked her. “I mean, you’re a private person and while they’re not going to see our faces it’s still a lot of well… they can see us.”
Magnus scratched his nose.
“I can cut to another scene if you want, then nobody will start speculating but… I kind of liked making videos with you, I liked showing you how to cook.”
Rebecka smiled as she watched the clips, her smile growing with each successive clip. Maybe it was the way she was able to watch how adorable they had been, how he leaned toward her when she leaned back thinking she had made a mistake, the way she could see his smile even though his face was not visible in the clip, the way she could see how easily they had kissed…
“No, don’t cut to another scene,” she said as she looked up at him. “I like that you can see us… I mean…it’s… I’ve never really seen myself on film. I’ve watched you, and Henry, but… I like how we are together.”
She looked back at the screen and sighed.
“I wouldn’t mind if people speculated… I… I like that people know I like you.”
She looked back at him, hoping she would see him agreeing with her.
“And I was thinking… maybe we could make some videos where we tested recipes…for a cookbook? I could help you write it… and you could teach me more…”
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus could not help the slight blush that came onto his face when he saw her in his shirt, when he saw the look on her face, and he was grinning madly to himself as he got himself dressed and headed off to the kitchen to get their food.
The rest of the evening went as expected. They ate, they had lovely conversation, they kissed for a good while after that and then they both attempted to work (attempted being the key word) and then they fell into each others arms once more.
Magnus had never woken up more tired than when he had gone to sleep, but he inhaled and felt her on his back and he held her hand close, not wanting to get up or do anything but to have her near him like this for as long as possible.
But he knew that he should get to editing, and while she was asleep, he might actually get their video up.
But he smiled at the thought.
Their.
Rebecka felt him stir and she kissed his bare skin. The last thing she wanted to do was to be alone in the bed. He was soft and warm and she loved the smell of his skin. But she was also a very sound sleeper, and she also didn’t want to wake up.
“You are my prisoner…” she mumbled as her lips pressed against his skin again and she nuzzled into him.
She hummed contentedly as her hand moved across his body.
She wasn’t trying to start anything, she was just comfortable and sleepy and… happy…
“Mmm… Your prisoner?” he asked, smiling into the pillow. “Whatever will I do.”
But he knew that he would do nothing. He enjoyed being captured by her, to be here and to feel her lips against his back as if there was nothing else they needed to do this day.
And truly there wasn’t.
He had gotten some editing done in the night but not a lot, it was a long process, and while he should do it today… he would rather stay in bed with her.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, holding her hand and sighing. “Is my back comfortable for you?”
Rebecka smiled into his back as she moved to pin him to the bed. She moved to drape herself across his back and placed her lips on the back of his ear.
“So comfortable…” she whispered to him and then took the soft shell of his ear between her lips.
“I slept very well,” she said as she slithered over him and placed herself nose to nose with him.
“Magnus…” she said as she wrapped her arm around him and cuddled closer. “I’m so glad I met you,” she said softly as she brushed his hair back off his forehead gently. His hair was a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.
She smiled as her eyes opened and closed and she remained close to him, her body intertwined with his.
She said it with a finality, with a certainty that this was the end of their story. Just the two of them lying in bed, naked, tired and happy. And his hands moved across her body, touching and memorising her, until they were on her face and he was touching her face, her lips and smiling when she smiled.
“I’m glad I met you too.”
It was only a while later that they managed to get themselves out of bed, shower and dress and eat some breakfast. He made french toast for them and they ate on the floor of his rooms, he had his laptop out and was moving the files into the editing suite and she was reading her book.
But even if they didn’t speak, Magnus had never been so comfortable with someone before. He had never wanted her so badly to just… bewith him. He didn’t want her touching him or talking to him or fussing over him or fawning or… doing anything. God, he was just so happy to be in the same room as her.
When he had finally started editing he looked at the time and he closed the laptop.
“Leftovers or should we order a pizza or something?”
“Hmmmm,” she said as she looked up at him. “That is a very good question.” She closed her book and pulled her legs up in front of her.
“You see, I love leftovers, when it’s food you have made, but I also love pizza…”
And then her eyes got wide with panic and she leaned forward and touched his arm.
“I can’t stand anchovies on pizza. I mean, they make me physically ill to even think about.”
She was looking into his eyes as if this might be the deal breaker. This might be his excuse to kick her out of his house and never talk to her again.
At least that’s what she feared would happen.
Her body softened and she tilted her head as she looked at him imploringly.
“Please tell me that you don’t like anchovies on pizza…”
Rebecka put the book down beside her and scooted closer to him.
He couldn’t help but start to laugh, chuckling at her as he leaned forward and kissed her, holding her face as he laughed against her lips.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you?”
Magnus let out a sigh as he looked at her.
“Honestly, I haven’t had pizza in a while, usually I eat the food I make for leftovers for days and then it’s time to make a new video. But… when I did order pizza, I’d just eat what was in front of me. I do love just a plain cheese pizza though.”
He bit his lip and looked at her.
“Do you like a plain cheesy pizza?”
Rebecka melted into him as he kissed her and as he talked.
He was so different from anyone she had ever met, so different from what she thought he would be like when she first met him.
Her hand reached up and she touched his jaw.
“I love plain cheesy pizza the most,” she smiled at him. “ But I like other kinds, just no anchovies, or pineapple… or ham…”
She chuckled. She really was fussy when it came right down to it.
“What are you going to do with me?” she raised her eyebrow at him and smiled brightly.
She kissed him before he could answer and then she was getting up to get her phone to order pizza for them.
“Oh, there’s a list!” he exclaimed, but he was smiling at her retreating figure and then turning back to his screen.
There was a problem.
After every take of the two of them revealing the meal, it was clear that they couldn’t hold it together. The first one showed him kissing her, something he didn’t want to broadcast. But the others showed her touching him, or him touching her, their giggles and their banter. It was… obvious.
And he had no idea what to do.
He didn’t know if she wanted to tell his viewers who she was or what the meal was. He didn’t care. He loved it. He loved hearing her laughter and voice in the video, her asking questions, the way she darted around and about him when she was unsure of something, the way she relaxed when he touched her.
Fuck, it was so obvious.
But did she want it to be?
“Bec, I might need your help when you’re done.”
She came back into the room, saving the receipt from the order onto her phone.
“I got salad, and breadsticks, and garlic bread, because I didn’t know which one you liked better,” she said as she plopped down next to him.
“40 minutes. They are delivering it,” she said as she leaned in and looked at his screen.
“Sure, oh, that’s a pretty shot…” she said as she pointed to the food in front of them and their bodies behind it perfectly blurred. You could still see her hand on his, the way his body turned to her, and it made her smile.
She looked up at him.
“I love your videos, Cook,” she smiled and kissed him.
“Now, what can I help you with?” she said as she took a deep breath and cuddled next to him.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus could not help the slight blush that came onto his face when he saw her in his shirt, when he saw the look on her face, and he was grinning madly to himself as he got himself dressed and headed off to the kitchen to get their food.
The rest of the evening went as expected. They ate, they had lovely conversation, they kissed for a good while after that and then they both attempted to work (attempted being the key word) and then they fell into each others arms once more.
Magnus had never woken up more tired than when he had gone to sleep, but he inhaled and felt her on his back and he held her hand close, not wanting to get up or do anything but to have her near him like this for as long as possible.
But he knew that he should get to editing, and while she was asleep, he might actually get their video up.
But he smiled at the thought.
Their.
Rebecka felt him stir and she kissed his bare skin. The last thing she wanted to do was to be alone in the bed. He was soft and warm and she loved the smell of his skin. But she was also a very sound sleeper, and she also didn’t want to wake up.
“You are my prisoner…” she mumbled as her lips pressed against his skin again and she nuzzled into him.
She hummed contentedly as her hand moved across his body.
She wasn’t trying to start anything, she was just comfortable and sleepy and… happy…
“Mmm… Your prisoner?” he asked, smiling into the pillow. “Whatever will I do.”
But he knew that he would do nothing. He enjoyed being captured by her, to be here and to feel her lips against his back as if there was nothing else they needed to do this day.
And truly there wasn’t.
He had gotten some editing done in the night but not a lot, it was a long process, and while he should do it today… he would rather stay in bed with her.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, holding her hand and sighing. “Is my back comfortable for you?”
Rebecka smiled into his back as she moved to pin him to the bed. She moved to drape herself across his back and placed her lips on the back of his ear.
“So comfortable…” she whispered to him and then took the soft shell of his ear between her lips.
“I slept very well,” she said as she slithered over him and placed herself nose to nose with him.
“Magnus…” she said as she wrapped her arm around him and cuddled closer. “I’m so glad I met you,” she said softly as she brushed his hair back off his forehead gently. His hair was a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.
She smiled as her eyes opened and closed and she remained close to him, her body intertwined with his.
She said it with a finality, with a certainty that this was the end of their story. Just the two of them lying in bed, naked, tired and happy. And his hands moved across her body, touching and memorising her, until they were on her face and he was touching her face, her lips and smiling when she smiled.
“I’m glad I met you too.”
It was only a while later that they managed to get themselves out of bed, shower and dress and eat some breakfast. He made french toast for them and they ate on the floor of his rooms, he had his laptop out and was moving the files into the editing suite and she was reading her book.
But even if they didn’t speak, Magnus had never been so comfortable with someone before. He had never wanted her so badly to just… bewith him. He didn’t want her touching him or talking to him or fussing over him or fawning or… doing anything. God, he was just so happy to be in the same room as her.
When he had finally started editing he looked at the time and he closed the laptop.
“Leftovers or should we order a pizza or something?”
“Hmmmm,” she said as she looked up at him. “That is a very good question.” She closed her book and pulled her legs up in front of her.
“You see, I love leftovers, when it’s food you have made, but I also love pizza…”
And then her eyes got wide with panic and she leaned forward and touched his arm.
“I can’t stand anchovies on pizza. I mean, they make me physically ill to even think about.”
She was looking into his eyes as if this might be the deal breaker. This might be his excuse to kick her out of his house and never talk to her again.
At least that’s what she feared would happen.
Her body softened and she tilted her head as she looked at him imploringly.
“Please tell me that you don’t like anchovies on pizza…”
Rebecka put the book down beside her and scooted closer to him.
He couldn’t help but start to laugh, chuckling at her as he leaned forward and kissed her, holding her face as he laughed against her lips.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you?”
Magnus let out a sigh as he looked at her.
“Honestly, I haven’t had pizza in a while, usually I eat the food I make for leftovers for days and then it’s time to make a new video. But… when I did order pizza, I’d just eat what was in front of me. I do love just a plain cheese pizza though.”
He bit his lip and looked at her.
“Do you like a plain cheesy pizza?”
Rebecka melted into him as he kissed her and as he talked.
He was so different from anyone she had ever met, so different from what she thought he would be like when she first met him.
Her hand reached up and she touched his jaw.
“I love plain cheesy pizza the most,” she smiled at him. “ But I like other kinds, just no anchovies, or pineapple… or ham…”
She chuckled. She really was fussy when it came right down to it.
“What are you going to do with me?” she raised her eyebrow at him and smiled brightly.
She kissed him before he could answer and then she was getting up to get her phone to order pizza for them.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus could not help the slight blush that came onto his face when he saw her in his shirt, when he saw the look on her face, and he was grinning madly to himself as he got himself dressed and headed off to the kitchen to get their food.
The rest of the evening went as expected. They ate, they had lovely conversation, they kissed for a good while after that and then they both attempted to work (attempted being the key word) and then they fell into each others arms once more.
Magnus had never woken up more tired than when he had gone to sleep, but he inhaled and felt her on his back and he held her hand close, not wanting to get up or do anything but to have her near him like this for as long as possible.
But he knew that he should get to editing, and while she was asleep, he might actually get their video up.
But he smiled at the thought.
Their.
Rebecka felt him stir and she kissed his bare skin. The last thing she wanted to do was to be alone in the bed. He was soft and warm and she loved the smell of his skin. But she was also a very sound sleeper, and she also didn’t want to wake up.
“You are my prisoner…” she mumbled as her lips pressed against his skin again and she nuzzled into him.
She hummed contentedly as her hand moved across his body.
She wasn’t trying to start anything, she was just comfortable and sleepy and… happy…
“Mmm… Your prisoner?” he asked, smiling into the pillow. “Whatever will I do.”
But he knew that he would do nothing. He enjoyed being captured by her, to be here and to feel her lips against his back as if there was nothing else they needed to do this day.
And truly there wasn’t.
He had gotten some editing done in the night but not a lot, it was a long process, and while he should do it today… he would rather stay in bed with her.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, holding her hand and sighing. “Is my back comfortable for you?”
Rebecka smiled into his back as she moved to pin him to the bed. She moved to drape herself across his back and placed her lips on the back of his ear.
“So comfortable…” she whispered to him and then took the soft shell of his ear between her lips.
“I slept very well,” she said as she slithered over him and placed herself nose to nose with him.
“Magnus…” she said as she wrapped her arm around him and cuddled closer. “I’m so glad I met you,” she said softly as she brushed his hair back off his forehead gently. His hair was a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.
She smiled as her eyes opened and closed and she remained close to him, her body intertwined with his.
She said it with a finality, with a certainty that this was the end of their story. Just the two of them lying in bed, naked, tired and happy. And his hands moved across her body, touching and memorising her, until they were on her face and he was touching her face, her lips and smiling when she smiled.
“I’m glad I met you too.”
It was only a while later that they managed to get themselves out of bed, shower and dress and eat some breakfast. He made french toast for them and they ate on the floor of his rooms, he had his laptop out and was moving the files into the editing suite and she was reading her book.
But even if they didn’t speak, Magnus had never been so comfortable with someone before. He had never wanted her so badly to just… bewith him. He didn’t want her touching him or talking to him or fussing over him or fawning or… doing anything. God, he was just so happy to be in the same room as her.
When he had finally started editing he looked at the time and he closed the laptop.
“Leftovers or should we order a pizza or something?”
“Hmmmm,” she said as she looked up at him. “That is a very good question.” She closed her book and pulled her legs up in front of her.
“You see, I love leftovers, when it’s food you have made, but I also love pizza…”
And then her eyes got wide with panic and she leaned forward and touched his arm.
“I can’t stand anchovies on pizza. I mean, they make me physically ill to even think about.”
She was looking into his eyes as if this might be the deal breaker. This might be his excuse to kick her out of his house and never talk to her again.
At least that’s what she feared would happen.
Her body softened and she tilted her head as she looked at him imploringly.
“Please tell me that you don’t like anchovies on pizza…”
Rebecka put the book down beside her and scooted closer to him.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus could not help the slight blush that came onto his face when he saw her in his shirt, when he saw the look on her face, and he was grinning madly to himself as he got himself dressed and headed off to the kitchen to get their food.
The rest of the evening went as expected. They ate, they had lovely conversation, they kissed for a good while after that and then they both attempted to work (attempted being the key word) and then they fell into each others arms once more.
Magnus had never woken up more tired than when he had gone to sleep, but he inhaled and felt her on his back and he held her hand close, not wanting to get up or do anything but to have her near him like this for as long as possible.
But he knew that he should get to editing, and while she was asleep, he might actually get their video up.
But he smiled at the thought.
Their.
Rebecka felt him stir and she kissed his bare skin. The last thing she wanted to do was to be alone in the bed. He was soft and warm and she loved the smell of his skin. But she was also a very sound sleeper, and she also didn’t want to wake up.
“You are my prisoner…” she mumbled as her lips pressed against his skin again and she nuzzled into him.
She hummed contentedly as her hand moved across his body.
She wasn’t trying to start anything, she was just comfortable and sleepy and… happy…
“Mmm… Your prisoner?” he asked, smiling into the pillow. “Whatever will I do.”
But he knew that he would do nothing. He enjoyed being captured by her, to be here and to feel her lips against his back as if there was nothing else they needed to do this day.
And truly there wasn’t.
He had gotten some editing done in the night but not a lot, it was a long process, and while he should do it today… he would rather stay in bed with her.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, holding her hand and sighing. “Is my back comfortable for you?”
Rebecka smiled into his back as she moved to pin him to the bed. She moved to drape herself across his back and placed her lips on the back of his ear.
“So comfortable…” she whispered to him and then took the soft shell of his ear between her lips.
“I slept very well,” she said as she slithered over him and placed herself nose to nose with him.
“Magnus…” she said as she wrapped her arm around him and cuddled closer. “I’m so glad I met you,” she said softly as she brushed his hair back off his forehead gently. His hair was a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.
She smiled as her eyes opened and closed and she remained close to him, her body intertwined with his.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus could not help the slight blush that came onto his face when he saw her in his shirt, when he saw the look on her face, and he was grinning madly to himself as he got himself dressed and headed off to the kitchen to get their food.
The rest of the evening went as expected. They ate, they had lovely conversation, they kissed for a good while after that and then they both attempted to work (attempted being the key word) and then they fell into each others arms once more.
Magnus had never woken up more tired than when he had gone to sleep, but he inhaled and felt her on his back and he held her hand close, not wanting to get up or do anything but to have her near him like this for as long as possible.
But he knew that he should get to editing, and while she was asleep, he might actually get their video up.
But he smiled at the thought.
Their.
Rebecka felt him stir and she kissed his bare skin. The last thing she wanted to do was to be alone in the bed. He was soft and warm and she loved the smell of his skin. But she was also a very sound sleeper, and she also didn’t want to wake up.
“You are my prisoner…” she mumbled as her lips pressed against his skin again and she nuzzled into him.
She hummed contentedly as her hand moved across his body.
She wasn’t trying to start anything, she was just comfortable and sleepy and… happy…
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
“You better feed me quickly…” she giggled.
He looked over at her and pulled her towards him, grabbing his own shirt as he smiled against her lips.
“So demanding.”
But he liked it. He liked that she was demanding and that she was so open to him, that she was so fun and charming and funny. God, he loved how she looked now, how she looked like during, how she looked at him when he cooked or when he said something that surprised her.
God, he liked her.
“But after this, Miss Rebecka,” he said. “I do need to get onto my editing and you should work on your book. Deal?”
Rebecka smiled widely at him, at his negotiations. And he had room to negotiate. after what he had done for her… multiple times this afternoon… he had room to negotiate.
“You drive a hard bargain, Herr Martinsson,” she said as she kissed him again. “But we have a deal.” Her voice was a whisper and her hand reached up to touch his soft cheek lovingly.
She wouldn’t be able to get much writing done, she was too distracted, too giddy, but she would pretend and let him get his editing done.
“I can’t wait to see what you have to cook for me the rest of this week,” she said as she stood up and shimmied his shirt down over her naked body.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka smiled into his kiss and she pulled him closer.
“Just 5 more minutes…” she said as she nuzzled into him, but either her stomach or his grumbled and she giggled. “Now we really need food,” she laughed and kissed him again.
This feeling was so delicious. She was so tired, so sore, but she was so happy and content. They had a way together. It was so natural and normal, and at the same time so exciting.
She let him go as she turned over to stretch and her hand trailed down his back.
“Your tattoo’s are beautiful,” she said quietly with a secret smile. She had taken her time kissing every line of those tattoos…but she was sure she had missed a spot. She would have to try harder next time.
Her stomach grumbled again and she sat up and put his t shirt on again.
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“This is for the rest of the week,” he said with a chuckle. “I can’t help but plan meals when I go to the shop.”
And he held her face and kissed her.
“I’m sorry I took so long.”
And Magnus was kissing her again and he was holding her waist and he was smiling against her lips as he pulled back and nuzzled his nose against hers.
“So, do you want to eat or do you… want me to eat?”
Because God, he could do that again.
The power this man was going to have over her…
It was a thought in the back of her mind, but she was just too enthralled to let it come to the front.
Right now he was kissing her, he was smiling, he was nuzzling her and she never wanted him to stop.
“You first…” she said as she lifted her leg up to caress his leg. “I win either way…” she giggled and her mouth caught his. She made a small moan into him as she kissed him.
“Did you get them? Can we… do it all?” she asked as she moved her head slightly to let him kiss her neck.
“Do it all? Well, Miss Lindahl, that’s a long list,” he smiled widely and he was putting his hands beneath her thighs and picking her up, he chuckled as she clung onto him and he was heading to the bedroom.
He soon had her on the bed and he was kissing her as he remembered that he needed the condoms and he raced back to the kitchen to grab them.
But he stopped when he saw the food there and he reasoned that he would have to put them away so they don’t spoil.
He popped his head into the doorway, seeing her in his bed across the room.
“Five minutes, okay?”
Rebecka gasped when he moved away and raced into the kitchen. The loss of his warmth was jarring.
She turned onto her side, propping her head up on her hand.
Her eyes brightened when he popped his head back into the room and told her he would be 5 more minutes.
She smiled and nodded at him and then rolled over onto her back when he ducked out of the room.
She smiled, thinking about his 'long list’ of things to do with her…
“I guess I need to make a list too,” she chuckled as she felt the butterflies erupt in her tummy.
She laughed and rolled around on the bed, giddy at this new feeling, the feeling of excitement and fun… and something else… but she wasn’t ready to say those words yet.
