There was a slight thrill from the touch at her back, and she didn't mind it at all. Her brow rose as the Erics, or Eric and Lief, moved to be together quickly and eagerly. She wasn't surprised, or perhaps she was. The way they moved as if they were of one mind amused her in some distant way, and there was only a hint of jealousy, just a mere hint of it at the edge of interest, lust, curiosity, arousal. She was not going to separate the two in a fit of anger or pique.
Instead, she shifted where she sat, giving them more room. Giving herself a little more room as well to watch. She was easily out of her clothes by just pulling the dress up and over her head. She had prepared for the night it would seem.
Her head tilted as the kiss went from soft and longing to something more; she would expect the gentleness, the softness to last for only a short time. These were men who could treat a body with such finesse as easily as ripping a man's arm from his body and fucking him with it. Not that she'd seen the last bit, but she could imagine.
Part of her felt detached from the scene. It was a slightly nagging feeling. As if she were just watching a story play out, and she was just one of the many parts in that story. She tried to push that feeling away and the desire for introspection that was coming with it. Was she protecting herself from something? Or preparing? Or was she being some foolheaded girl who wasn't able to handle the night before her?
She hmphed at herself and lifted her hands to trace fingers over both the Vikings' skin. She wasn't trying to interrupt; she wasn't sure she could now that they'd begun.