[There had been a time when there was more risk. Viserys had, on occasion, summoned her during some of these meetings. Without much choice, she had to quickly pull herself from Daemon, quickly clean and perfume herself and then go to her husband's chambers. Now that his illness had progressed, there was less need to disturb her in the night. Not unless his illness was severe or pain made him call for her, which was rare.
There isn't any fear about time in these moments. Instead, she can simply slip down around him, easing him gently inside her. Her hand came to his lips, covering him the exact moment he was fully inside her. She was the one who normally needed this precaution. Whether this was dominance or a hyper awareness to her surroundings, it was hard to say.
She rocked her hips, urging them both into a slow and steady pace.]
My son must be king. [It was a murmur against his ear, a pleading for his promise that she could not commit to paper. There wouldn't be time later to urge him, to ask him to join her side in this. They would later be surrounded by others. Passion had a way of bringing out true confessions from her and honesty outside of her mask. She didn't need to seduce him for this, nor was she attempting to, she was merely whispering need and fear in one breath.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:20 pm (UTC)There isn't any fear about time in these moments. Instead, she can simply slip down around him, easing him gently inside her. Her hand came to his lips, covering him the exact moment he was fully inside her. She was the one who normally needed this precaution. Whether this was dominance or a hyper awareness to her surroundings, it was hard to say.
She rocked her hips, urging them both into a slow and steady pace.]
My son must be king. [It was a murmur against his ear, a pleading for his promise that she could not commit to paper. There wouldn't be time later to urge him, to ask him to join her side in this. They would later be surrounded by others. Passion had a way of bringing out true confessions from her and honesty outside of her mask. She didn't need to seduce him for this, nor was she attempting to, she was merely whispering need and fear in one breath.]