[ Terrible, or wonderful? The thoughts she illustrates earn as much of a shiver from the young king as the press of her teeth, and he hisses softly. Arches beneath her, his hands lifting to sink into her hair and scrape nails gently across her scalp.
As he might imagine doing while she does as she suggests, and pleasures him beneath the table during some meeting or another. ]
You do so enjoy teasing me. That has ever been true.
[ Now that the positions were reversed, she smiles, devious and quick. A year ago, she might never have dared such mischief, but now? Her smile grows brightly before she lowers it.
So very pleased, it seems, with herself. But frankly, who wouldn't be when they were straddling him like she was now? She perches her head up, watching him with a smile before she moves across, finding the other side of his hip, slowly beginning to tug his trousers down with each little wriggle across his body. ]
Sometimes I think I must tease. I want you so, there is not a part of me that does not burn for you. [ There is a soft pleased sigh on her lips as she looks over him. The v of his hips and the curve of such honed muscles. ] All I want is you to want me just as much.
[ There's only a brief pause as he lifts his hips, helping her tug fabric down over his hips a little easier, before he resettles. Takes a breath. Lifts his eyes to meet hers, dark with want and longing. ]
There has not been a moment since I met you that I did not.
[ And that ache lingers, in the slight husk on the edge of his voice. ]
[ It's a sharp command, breathless in the same, where she could never hear it enough. Never have enough. The look in his eyes and the heat in his words.
That she leans to busy herself with his newly exposed skin. Pushing his trousers the rest of the way and discarded them somewhere off the bed with a toss. Her hands braced instead on his hips so she could balance herself as she leaned over him. Kissing and biting and licking between muscles and scars with fervor. Not one piece of him was enough, not one piece of him would sate her. ]
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As he might imagine doing while she does as she suggests, and pleasures him beneath the table during some meeting or another. ]
You do so enjoy teasing me. That has ever been true.
[ Lest they forget the night of the bonfire. ]
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So very pleased, it seems, with herself. But frankly, who wouldn't be when they were straddling him like she was now? She perches her head up, watching him with a smile before she moves across, finding the other side of his hip, slowly beginning to tug his trousers down with each little wriggle across his body. ]
Sometimes I think I must tease. I want you so, there is not a part of me that does not burn for you. [ There is a soft pleased sigh on her lips as she looks over him. The v of his hips and the curve of such honed muscles. ] All I want is you to want me just as much.
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[ There's only a brief pause as he lifts his hips, helping her tug fabric down over his hips a little easier, before he resettles. Takes a breath. Lifts his eyes to meet hers, dark with want and longing. ]
There has not been a moment since I met you that I did not.
[ And that ache lingers, in the slight husk on the edge of his voice. ]
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[ It's a sharp command, breathless in the same, where she could never hear it enough. Never have enough. The look in his eyes and the heat in his words.
That she leans to busy herself with his newly exposed skin. Pushing his trousers the rest of the way and discarded them somewhere off the bed with a toss. Her hands braced instead on his hips so she could balance herself as she leaned over him. Kissing and biting and licking between muscles and scars with fervor. Not one piece of him was enough, not one piece of him would sate her. ]