[The nip of her teeth may be the cruelest thing. Gentle and teasing. The brief note of whimsy that follows before she speaks. He would pray their carriage gets moored in a crowd of merchants. Just to give him the time. His thumb caresses the curve of her jaw, pulling her back into him so frequent she can barely get a full sentence out.]
Youβd have me wait until nightfall? [ Aemond asks, breathy and nearly disbelieved. Possibly annoyed. The thought of having to wait now feels more excruciating than any endured thus far. Not with her within reach. With her mouth repeatedly claiming his.
There is good reason, it is not beyond him. Last night he could not make it past the guards but did not want to get himself lost trying to navigate the Keeps inner walls for the right chamber. All of them were connected. Behind tapestries and pillars and frescoes. Maegorβs paranoia ensured each of the royal chambers had means to escape. He and Aegon knew some of them well but never thought to find hers.]
Iβll. Find a way. [ The prince manages against her, breath swallowing breath.. The tip of his tongue soothes at the bruise she had tendered at dinner that lay at the corner of her mouth.
Fuck it. If he must. He will. If it means they can have one another tonight. Without pending expectations. Without the fear of eyes. He wants to see her in her array of jewels and nothing else. Looking at him the way she did before under candle light. To hear her unburdened by curious ears. He wanted more than what she could grace him now in a cushioned carriage. He can bear waiting, even though he will still mind it. ]
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[The nip of her teeth may be the cruelest thing. Gentle and teasing. The brief note of whimsy that follows before she speaks. He would pray their carriage gets moored in a crowd of merchants. Just to give him the time. His thumb caresses the curve of her jaw, pulling her back into him so frequent she can barely get a full sentence out.]
Youβd have me wait until nightfall? [ Aemond asks, breathy and nearly disbelieved. Possibly annoyed. The thought of having to wait now feels more excruciating than any endured thus far. Not with her within reach. With her mouth repeatedly claiming his.
There is good reason, it is not beyond him. Last night he could not make it past the guards but did not want to get himself lost trying to navigate the Keeps inner walls for the right chamber. All of them were connected. Behind tapestries and pillars and frescoes. Maegorβs paranoia ensured each of the royal chambers had means to escape. He and Aegon knew some of them well but never thought to find hers.]
Iβll. Find a way. [ The prince manages against her, breath swallowing breath.. The tip of his tongue soothes at the bruise she had tendered at dinner that lay at the corner of her mouth.
Fuck it. If he must. He will. If it means they can have one another tonight. Without pending expectations. Without the fear of eyes. He wants to see her in her array of jewels and nothing else. Looking at him the way she did before under candle light. To hear her unburdened by curious ears. He wanted more than what she could grace him now in a cushioned carriage. He can bear waiting, even though he will still mind it. ]