Scott now had to concentrate on the two Norse ships that were rushing towards him. He saw movement on the Norse ships and quickly raised the binos to ...is eyes to see what was going on. The Danes were raising nets to their mastheads, in effect covering their boats like a huge mosquito net. Scott realised that word of his oil and fire trick had been passed on and the Vikings were taking precautions. He shouted to his own men to do likewise. He had ordered them to bring nets from Aird Driseig, as. George' near 'Vieux Port' in Marseille. We have most of the day for some sight-seeing. We skip any cathedrals and musea, as the weather is too nice to miss. So soon we sit again at a bench together. This time with a view over the blue bay beyond old harbour. Where we will later embark the ferry for the night trip to the most southern town of Corsica: Ajaccio. Where we will start our round trip of six or seven weeks around all island. As long as our money might last. For food & drinks mainly. As. Alex traced his lips over her collar bone, sweeping the palms of his hands over her erect nipples. He gazed at her form, drinking in the arch of her back, as his mouth found her breaths. Licking. Nipping. Elle cried out as his hands ran along her body. Heat was radiating from his fingertips. Fire seemed to settle where he touched. He kissed her flat stomach, massaging her butt as he did so. She inhaled deeply, her breath catching as his hands gripped her thighs. Alex looked at her. She held his. His lips brushed hers, then came back for more. Pillowing against her mouth, drawing her further toward him. Her breasts heaved, burrowing into his chest as his arms twined around her. He took a step forward, lifting her by her waist, over the next two steps and further, not setting her down until her back was to the front door. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, his erection hard against her pelvis. If there was never warmth, never light in this city, there was now. Coursing through her.