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]

Have you tried it before?

[ Ah, a little victory. She'll happily continue with her labor, hands caressing his sides over the exposed shift, her lips warm and eager as they reclaim his mouth. ]

It can be quite thrilling.

[darotisentys]

[She knows he hasn't.]

I am inclined to believe so.

[draconita]

[ She lets the fine leather garment slide off his arms, tossing it to the side without tearing her eyes away from him. Delicate fingers move beneath his shift next, delighting in the feel of skin. ]

Anything you want, I'll indulge you in.

[ Because he'll never believe her when she says "I missed you" but it is the truth all the same. ]

Only good in here. Remember?

[darotisentys]

[He takes in a sharp breath at the feel of her hands on his skin. No one has touched him in a very long time and it shows in how he instinctively jerks away. But he doesn’t leave.]

Only good.

[draconita]

[ She makes soft, soothing noises, kissing his temple, his cheek. Keeping her hands still, her touch barely there. ]

If you'd prefer to remain dressed...

[darotisentys]

Touch me.

[Not really answering the question, but it’s the best he can do. He reaches up to press her hands against his chest more firmly.]

I want you to get me used to it.

[draconita]

[ A soft, fleeting smile.

She leans in for a kiss; sweet and slow, a patient, molten thing meant not to rush, but to leave breathless.

Only then, when she feels him become somewhat relaxed does she move her hands to pull the shirt over his head, hands caressing the revealed skin with calm, measured movements. ]

... Like this.

[ Soft breasts, pressed against his strong frame. Her hands move to the planes of his back, to the little scars and the muscle there. Holding him, caressing - fitting together like pieces of the same puzzle. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a kiss he allows himself to get lost in, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He doesn't protest when she removes his shirt, though does make a soft sound when she presses against him. The feel of her skin on his is like fire.]

[draconita]

[ A warm, soft body.

Not a soul will know how hard it is to keep herself from grinding against him just yet, how maddening this wicked boy is to her. With a sigh, she focuses instead on the feel of muscle at her mercy, breaking away to allow herself to look at the body before her.

Flushed skin. A racing heart. Little scars that she lets her fingers linger on. ]

Training?

[darotisentys]

Aye.

[As much as he's taken over Harrenhal, had victory at Rook's Rest, he has done all his battle on Vhagar's back. His sword - and body - has seen little actual action.

What do I feel like?

[draconita]

Strong.

[ A little kiss against the corner of his mouth. ]

Warm.

[ Her hands move between them, and so she makes to lean away, fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen. ]

Perfect.

[darotisentys]

[He has honed himself physically, just as he has with his mind. He is sharp, agile and lean with muscle. A weapon he rarely uses.

His voice is a whisper.]

I am far from perfect.

[draconita]

[ She noses his cheek, her voice just as soft. ]

To me, at this moment, there is no finer man.

[ Her hands come up to cup his face, her eyes clear and bright when she locks them with his. ]

Perfect, just like this.

[darotisentys]

[He frowns - deeply - brow furrowing. It's hard to hear, let alone accept.]

You have to say these things.

[draconita]

Aye. Blood in your hands and all.

[ She kisses his forehead, quick and playful before throwing her arms around his neck and all her weight against him. ]

May not be much coming from a whore, but there you have it.

[darotisentys]

[He takes the weight of her easily, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his head against hers.]

You are the silliest woman I know.

[draconita]

Not much cheer about those noble girls of yours?

[ She bites his cheek, kissing his neck and giggling softly. ]

I'd have you know I'm quite the respectable and frightening madam.

[darotisentys]

I have met my betrothed but once. I would not call her silly.

[He answers the rest quite seriously.]

Aye, you are terrifying.

[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.