PROMPT:  By @WattpadMulticultural  Write a story that focuses on two characters falling in love with a language barrier between them.

Alf held out a cube of cheese on a dainty toothpick for Natsuko to lean forward and wrap her lush lips around before sucking it into her mouth.

She slowly chewed, smiling at Alf's hand gripping the table edge.

He said something unintelligible in Norwegian.

She cursed for not having studied English more than just getting a smattering - didn't everyone these days? Well, apparently not since her handsome hunk knew barely any himself.

In Japanese, Natsuko answered, "[You are so pleasant to tease, my Nordic warrior.]"

She sighed. Alf was the epitome of her idea of said warrior. Tall, long blond hair, chiselled face and body sculpted with muscles. She'd fallen in love with his swordplay while watching him fence. The way his sabre had danced over his opponent had her panting in excitement by the end of the match. When he took off his mask, she tumbled into infatuation with him, then right on through to lust when she saw him in a tailored suit during the awards dinner they were currently at. It was his manners which were lighting a deeper, hotter fire within her though.

She'd finagled a seat at his table with her limited English, quickly letting him know her interest. He'd mimed fencing, recreating the move that won her her match. He'd watched! His eyes beamed at her, conveying the message of pride she couldn't understand in the words he was saying to his teammates sitting with them.

Free to do what they wanted for the rest of the night, Alf pointed at the door and moved two fingers to indicate walking. When she nodded, he pulled out her chair to help her rise.

Her heart melted when Alf smiled down at her and fastened the top button of her winter coat against the chill winter wind, then sped up as his hand brushed along her jawline.

The air heated around them as they stood staring at each other.

With a smouldering smile, Alf pointed at the ground, said something in Norwegian. He offered her his arm.

Natsuko felt her insides tingle at his gentlemanly manners. He conducted himself with such honour.

She stepped forward to link her arm with his, but her foot slipped on the ice and went out from beneath her.

"[No!]" she cried.

Alf's strong arms caught her. Wrapping securely around her, he lifted her upright as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow.

He did not release her when she had regained her footing. Instead, he held her close, their breath mingling, and looked down into her eyes once more. Dropping his gaze to her lips, Natsuko parted them in anticipation.

He murmured something softly and traced her bottom lip with his finger. She shivered at the tingles shooting through her, making Alf smile seductively.

Natsuko's heart swelled.

He linked their arms, leading her forward where she didn't hesitate to follow.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The title is taken from a Norwegian saying that means 'to be in a great place'. I like to imagine this is one of the things Alf is saying to Natsuko.