11-23-2017, 12:35 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Dawn sprung like the lions of Casterly Rock through the shafts of light that peaked through the self-made roof above their heads - Lyanna stared up at it, entranced, far too aware of the fingers that brushed up against her side, the mouth that followed a pathway from her hips to her shoulder, and finally, to her neck; a dampness set in the niche between her shoulder and her throat and she shifted enough to dislodge Rhaegar from where he lay behind her. "What do you want?"
His voice was a low rumble deep within him as he laughed, a small sound that made his chest shake and tremble against her naked back. "Have you yet thought that I just want to please my new wife?"
She turned over to face him, her eyes half-lidded and suspicious - they narrowed, and he smiled down at her from where he'd propped himself up by his elbow. "A common woman enraptured by your charms would, perhaps - but I know you for the devious snake that you are, Rhaegar Targaryen."
His eyes gleamed. "I think you have me confused with Robert, my love."
"Robert would not have courted me the way you did. Instead of whisking me away and turning a blind eye to mine own protests, the stag might've gifted me with sweet chocolates and winter roses."
"The stag cares more for what lies between your legs than what rests here." his hand slipped under the covers, trailed up her chest, and moved up between her breasts to lie on her heart, a warm blanket made of flesh and interwoven with tiny scars that made them as rough as they were long. She would not lie about her heart skipping a beat at his familiar touch, even after all this time. "Besides," in a flash, he was above her, and she let him, with a sweet promise that she would repay him in kind later. He leaned down close, as if to give her a kiss. "It is hard to give; taking is so much easier."
His voice was a low rumble deep within him as he laughed, a small sound that made his chest shake and tremble against her naked back. "Have you yet thought that I just want to please my new wife?"
She turned over to face him, her eyes half-lidded and suspicious - they narrowed, and he smiled down at her from where he'd propped himself up by his elbow. "A common woman enraptured by your charms would, perhaps - but I know you for the devious snake that you are, Rhaegar Targaryen."
His eyes gleamed. "I think you have me confused with Robert, my love."
"Robert would not have courted me the way you did. Instead of whisking me away and turning a blind eye to mine own protests, the stag might've gifted me with sweet chocolates and winter roses."
"The stag cares more for what lies between your legs than what rests here." his hand slipped under the covers, trailed up her chest, and moved up between her breasts to lie on her heart, a warm blanket made of flesh and interwoven with tiny scars that made them as rough as they were long. She would not lie about her heart skipping a beat at his familiar touch, even after all this time. "Besides," in a flash, he was above her, and she let him, with a sweet promise that she would repay him in kind later. He leaned down close, as if to give her a kiss. "It is hard to give; taking is so much easier."