Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[draconita]

[ If he expected any unhappiness to make itself know at the mention of a bethrothal, nothing of the sort is perceived upon her countenance.

There is only a playful pout as she pinches his cheek, and slowly, purposely, rewards him with the slow and heavy roll of her hips. ]

Don't laugh. Just because I'm sweet to you...

[darotisentys]

[He didn't, doesn't expect her to care. It was simplest to answer honestly. He had no taste for lies.]

I am not laughing.

[She is terrifying, in the way she makes him feel.]

Stop that.

[draconita]

You dislike it?

[ She moves again, just as careful, just as heavy, her eyes on his. ]

The heat... Even dressed and confined... You feel it, don't you? Sweet boy.

[darotisentys]

No.

[He might like it too much. His hands come to rest gently on her hips, neither stopping nor encouraging her.]

Of course I feel it. Why?

[draconita]

You denied yourself of this, last time.

[ She keeps a low, lazy grind, a hand moving down and down, to the untouched laces of his trousers. ]

Tell me you want it now.

[darotisentys]

[He takes hold of her hands, pulling them away. Leaning in, he kisses her, long and hard. Then, he reaches for his shirt.]

I should go.

[draconita]

[ Enough so to steal her breath, to make her ache but oh, how quick she is to discard those needs as she reaches for him, hands on his face. ]

Stay, I beg you. If nothing else to be held, to have your supper, to rest. Nothing more needs happen, but stay.

[darotisentys]

[He shrugs the shirt back on, shaking his head.]

I will eat at the keep. Sleep in my own bed.

[It will be troubled, he knows, but perhaps that’s for the best. He takes out a small pouch of coin and leaves it on the bed as he makes to stand.]

For your trouble tonight. I will not likely return.

[draconita]

[ Something like a wound then flashing on the clear eyes, on the red lips that almost tremble.

Alys Rivers, nude in her bed, dark hair wild as she turns away from him and his gold. ]

Then don't.

[darotisentys]

I am sorry.

[He barely whispers, then slips away.]