[ What then?β He doesn't know and in this moment he doesn't really care. Lust clouds his mind longer than this conversation has lived. The thoughts of her have haunted him since daybreak. How long before then did these feelings exist?
He only knows that she is often the only one that makes him feel seen, safe, wanted. Is it such a sin to want to return that in kind to her? To give everything to her in all the ways he has seen people fail her, seen his father fail her. So many fragments of curiosity whip through his mind in wonder of those parts of her life she does not share with him. How long it has been since she has felt pleasure. If that is something he can provide her as well. Is it still lewd if he is only trying to make her happy?
The weight of him sinks into her hand, beholden to the way she's cupped his jaw. The tease of her fingers slip further, he feels weak enough to almost beg for this. To say anything that might please her to convince her of it. Even though she is already giving herself to him, at the very least a threat to. The guilt in her voice is unbearable, but he doesn't know what he might say to convince her of his want. He is a man grown, she has not forced his hand.
A noise breaks in Aemond's throat, swallowing her breaths as the softness of her lips brush his. One eye fluttering shut, bathed in the warmth of her presence. Moving ever so slightly just to graze and reach a bit further to feel the brush of her. As much as he's allowed.]
I promise, [ his utterance is barely more than a breath. Though it sounds more like a complacent agreement than any true promise of anything. The hand at her thigh curls to the underside and slides back down to pull closer as he in turn moves closer to her. His head tilts to chase her mouth with a breaking patience. If she'll let him.]
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He only knows that she is often the only one that makes him feel seen, safe, wanted. Is it such a sin to want to return that in kind to her? To give everything to her in all the ways he has seen people fail her, seen his father fail her. So many fragments of curiosity whip through his mind in wonder of those parts of her life she does not share with him. How long it has been since she has felt pleasure. If that is something he can provide her as well. Is it still lewd if he is only trying to make her happy?
The weight of him sinks into her hand, beholden to the way she's cupped his jaw. The tease of her fingers slip further, he feels weak enough to almost beg for this. To say anything that might please her to convince her of it. Even though she is already giving herself to him, at the very least a threat to. The guilt in her voice is unbearable, but he doesn't know what he might say to convince her of his want. He is a man grown, she has not forced his hand.
A noise breaks in Aemond's throat, swallowing her breaths as the softness of her lips brush his. One eye fluttering shut, bathed in the warmth of her presence. Moving ever so slightly just to graze and reach a bit further to feel the brush of her. As much as he's allowed.]
I promise, [ his utterance is barely more than a breath. Though it sounds more like a complacent agreement than any true promise of anything. The hand at her thigh curls to the underside and slides back down to pull closer as he in turn moves closer to her. His head tilts to chase her mouth with a breaking patience. If she'll let him.]