( Though she often looks at Aegon with disappointment and even disgust in her gaze ( sometimes even hurtful and venomous words on her tongue ), it has never lessened how much she loves or cares about him. Even with all his vices and love for depravity, he is her son, and she loves the bones of him ( as with all her children ). She understands there are parts of them she will never know. Parts of Aemond that he would never dare to show her, but she hopes that he will allow her to see more of him, to understand him better, and in return, she would allow him to see more of her. )
You may not need peace, but you do need rest, ( she comments as she looks up at him. Typical of a mother to worry for her son or a woman to her lover, to ensure he is restful and well — too many late nights of passion only to wake with the morning will begin to take its toll. Even with how greedy she feels and wants nothing more than to get lost in him, she understands the need to be alone, to reflect, and to rest.
Or she thinks this is what he needs, after years of her lord husband requesting her to leave him, that he needed time alone.
His words reassure her, that worried crease in her brow dissipating as she leans into his touch as he brushes a stray curl away. The press of his lips feels like fire on her skin, the urge to pull him down with her flicking at her with the fires burning deep within her. Just allow her a few more hours to stay lost in him, basking in the comfort and warmth he provides.
As she shifts, a shaken breath escapes her before she claims his lips fully, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulls him in, keeping the kiss but allowing him to keep standing despite the desire to feel his weight on top of her body once more. )
Every night you want me, I will wait for you. ( murmurs as she breaks the kiss, lingering close, reluctant to release him.
Not wanting to keep him longer than he wishes to stay and no not smother him, she unravels her arms from around his neck. Fingers gliding through his silvery hair before coming to rest on her lap. )
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You may not need peace, but you do need rest, ( she comments as she looks up at him. Typical of a mother to worry for her son or a woman to her lover, to ensure he is restful and well — too many late nights of passion only to wake with the morning will begin to take its toll. Even with how greedy she feels and wants nothing more than to get lost in him, she understands the need to be alone, to reflect, and to rest.
Or she thinks this is what he needs, after years of her lord husband requesting her to leave him, that he needed time alone.
His words reassure her, that worried crease in her brow dissipating as she leans into his touch as he brushes a stray curl away. The press of his lips feels like fire on her skin, the urge to pull him down with her flicking at her with the fires burning deep within her. Just allow her a few more hours to stay lost in him, basking in the comfort and warmth he provides.
As she shifts, a shaken breath escapes her before she claims his lips fully, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulls him in, keeping the kiss but allowing him to keep standing despite the desire to feel his weight on top of her body once more. )
Every night you want me, I will wait for you. ( murmurs as she breaks the kiss, lingering close, reluctant to release him.
Not wanting to keep him longer than he wishes to stay and no not smother him, she unravels her arms from around his neck. Fingers gliding through his silvery hair before coming to rest on her lap. )