[ While her mind and duty protested, her body responded, her subconscious and need and desire pulling the strings to keep them coming together. And to be fair to him, he treats her well. Giving her pleasure, seeing that she's just as sated as he is by the end of the night, but not just that. He's cared for her in quieter ways, private ways that only she can speak about because they didn't put words to them. He'd almost argue that his offers didn't need words, his actions spoke for themselves. And he's happy to feed her greed as much as she needs him to.
Arching at her nails, he gives a lower sound as he kisses her back just as deeply, as hard, and as needy as she does. He would cherish the wounds in his own way, using them to remember tonight, remember how good they are together in the dark. As terrifying as it was, he was a safe space to be herself. To give into wanting harder and pain in their fucking, of letting her give pain and relishing in it and only letting it spur him to move faster and harder beneath her with low sounds fed into the kiss.
A dragon to take the blood on her tongue and not shy away from it but bite back to nip her lower lip open as well, shared blood in a shared kiss. But between their rounds, there's talking, listening. He doesn't wave her thoughts and opinions away. As in his letter to her, he's the only one that truly listens to her, and does when he can abide by her decisions when made honestly.
He'd never abided by her forced comments to find another woman to bed, but then even in that first kiss, he'd known she didn't mean it. She'd used it as a shield to try and push him away just a little. Not that it had worked any.
Teeth are sharp at her throat, but it's not until he gets to her collarbone that he strikes again, biting hard enough to leave a pusling ache as he rocks up harder into her. ] No cupbearer or squire. She will take it as insult to have her sons serving yours, not a gift of status.
[ That she's jealous of Rhaenyra, well, there's actually a security and joy in knowing that at least one person makes her jealous. Not that he has any intention of starting anything with his niece now that he has Alicent, but no matter how many times he might try to sooth that thought, it never seems to heal. Only fester when he has to go to Dragonstone alone. As if knowing some of her thoughts though, or is it just they are on the same level of thought after so many years together. ] We will need daughters to marry our sons if you intend to keep the Council from trying to pressure a betrothal.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:43 pm (UTC)Arching at her nails, he gives a lower sound as he kisses her back just as deeply, as hard, and as needy as she does. He would cherish the wounds in his own way, using them to remember tonight, remember how good they are together in the dark. As terrifying as it was, he was a safe space to be herself. To give into wanting harder and pain in their fucking, of letting her give pain and relishing in it and only letting it spur him to move faster and harder beneath her with low sounds fed into the kiss.
A dragon to take the blood on her tongue and not shy away from it but bite back to nip her lower lip open as well, shared blood in a shared kiss. But between their rounds, there's talking, listening. He doesn't wave her thoughts and opinions away. As in his letter to her, he's the only one that truly listens to her, and does when he can abide by her decisions when made honestly.
He'd never abided by her forced comments to find another woman to bed, but then even in that first kiss, he'd known she didn't mean it. She'd used it as a shield to try and push him away just a little. Not that it had worked any.
Teeth are sharp at her throat, but it's not until he gets to her collarbone that he strikes again, biting hard enough to leave a pusling ache as he rocks up harder into her. ] No cupbearer or squire. She will take it as insult to have her sons serving yours, not a gift of status.
[ That she's jealous of Rhaenyra, well, there's actually a security and joy in knowing that at least one person makes her jealous. Not that he has any intention of starting anything with his niece now that he has Alicent, but no matter how many times he might try to sooth that thought, it never seems to heal. Only fester when he has to go to Dragonstone alone. As if knowing some of her thoughts though, or is it just they are on the same level of thought after so many years together. ] We will need daughters to marry our sons if you intend to keep the Council from trying to pressure a betrothal.