( Touch starved, Alicent leans into his touch. For so long, she has been left with this empty loneliness that ate away at her soul; she never thought it would be filled or sated. That it would be a pain she would carry for the rest of her life, yet he brings hope she's afraid to grasp onto for fear it might slip through her hands like sand. )

Where would you have me if you cannot wait until nightfall? ( She questions against his lips. Hissing as his tongue soothes the bruise on her lips, but it doesn't stop her from claiming him further. Kissing down his chin and continuing over his jaw, Alicent's hand releases his jaw and moves down his chest. )

In the baths? ( Spoken purposefully against his skin, lips pressed just under his ear, feeling the thrum of his pulse beneath them. ) Tucked away in the depths of the library or an abandoned room?

( She understands his impatience, not wanting to wait for the cover of night, but she feels it is the safest — until they get a footing and understand how to be with one another without others finding out. As her hand skims over the buckles of his jerkin, her fingers work at unfastening the buckles, pushing them aside as her hand splays against his chest. Traveling further, her fingers stop at the top of his breeches. )

I promise you will not leave this carriage unsatisfied if that is what you fear.

( Slipping away from him, she places one of the decorative cushions on the carriage floor before lowering herself down to kneel before him, hands resting gently on his knees to part them. )