[ She leaves him transfixed, kneeling on the floor. As soon as her command lands, Aemond leans to each side to undo the lacing at the ankles of his boots. Fingertips deft enough to get the job done, something done well over a thousand times, but he hardly acknowledges it. All his focus is on her.
One blue eye shining, the other both dumbfounded and focused at the draw of her hands. The lifting of the silk like a shallow veil, revealing her to him. How the flickering candlelight dances across her curves, plump her lips look, the look in her eye as she holds his. Nothing but the pendant, warm and shining as it centerpieces her chest. The prince cannot look away. He looks both ready to devour and worship her. She could do anything she wanted to him.
He wets his lips, still lingering with her taste. The thud of each boot can be heard as Aemond tugs and tosses each one aside. Rising onto his feet with each hand flush along the corner of her bed. He pulls at the buttons of his breeches and sheds them with his small clothes along the pillow between his feet. He can feel his own heart rushing in his ears, deep thrumming in his chest as he climbs onto the bed and to her outstretched arms. Silver hair spilling over his shoulders as he slips his knee across silken sheets to get to her. ]
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One blue eye shining, the other both dumbfounded and focused at the draw of her hands. The lifting of the silk like a shallow veil, revealing her to him. How the flickering candlelight dances across her curves, plump her lips look, the look in her eye as she holds his. Nothing but the pendant, warm and shining as it centerpieces her chest. The prince cannot look away. He looks both ready to devour and worship her. She could do anything she wanted to him.
He wets his lips, still lingering with her taste. The thud of each boot can be heard as Aemond tugs and tosses each one aside. Rising onto his feet with each hand flush along the corner of her bed. He pulls at the buttons of his breeches and sheds them with his small clothes along the pillow between his feet. He can feel his own heart rushing in his ears, deep thrumming in his chest as he climbs onto the bed and to her outstretched arms. Silver hair spilling over his shoulders as he slips his knee across silken sheets to get to her. ]