[ Perhaps she has never left him indefinitely unrewarded, but she has certainly kept him waiting. She has darted out of his arms before, has purred a kiss against the corner of his mouth only to command him to wait an hour, five hours, an entire day. She has delayed the quelling of his yearning for days, for weeks, when it had pleased her to send him on some green knight's quest. She has never left him unanswered, but she has left him hankering and aching. To her pleasure, he believes when his bitterness is at its darkest; why make him wait unless she drew from it some satisfaction of her own?
Now he has her hand, and that is, in this place, promise enough. In spite of the shackles, and in spite of the dangers she continue to believe they place themselves in. He has the shape of her lips again, too, at least for another moment, and he knows it will only whet his craving for more. Another kiss, a longer kiss, a more devilish taste of all he has gone so long without, but there is ever a barb to her tone, a drawing in and a shoving away. He savors the taste of her for as long as she and the gods allow, and then he must confront again the perennial issue of whether she has eaten.
She has, she claims, even with the portion somehow held in her hand, and he swipes his own hand out to take the bun from her before she can decide that it may as well feed the crows. It goes without ceremony from his palm to his mouth, and the whole of the thing is devoured before he can make any proper assessment of what it is. Bread, with maybe a thin dream of meat, and then it is gone. He will not stand to see it tossed to the ground, and he will not stand to see her struck with sudden generosity, and win a smile from any one of these milling fools with her gift. It will be, as with a great number of things, his or no one's. ]
You have left me woefully neglected on more than one occasion, and as proof you can ask the maesters I was forced to consult to be sure my compromised state was not fatal. [ His vigorous and ecstatic bloodflow had not yet proved terminal, even when it found no immediate satisfaction, and he grins at his own lewd tale, drawing her with him and away from the wall. Regardless of where she may be officially relegated to pass her hours of confinement, he has no intention of releasing her until he is bodily compelled to do so. They must have a scarce few minutes of sunlight left, and everyone occupying the yard might as well see for themselves that she is his, not to be approached or harassed. ]
You will before long. Eat all you can, or someone else will try to eat it for you. You won't be impressed with how diplomatically I make allies then.
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Now he has her hand, and that is, in this place, promise enough. In spite of the shackles, and in spite of the dangers she continue to believe they place themselves in. He has the shape of her lips again, too, at least for another moment, and he knows it will only whet his craving for more. Another kiss, a longer kiss, a more devilish taste of all he has gone so long without, but there is ever a barb to her tone, a drawing in and a shoving away. He savors the taste of her for as long as she and the gods allow, and then he must confront again the perennial issue of whether she has eaten.
She has, she claims, even with the portion somehow held in her hand, and he swipes his own hand out to take the bun from her before she can decide that it may as well feed the crows. It goes without ceremony from his palm to his mouth, and the whole of the thing is devoured before he can make any proper assessment of what it is. Bread, with maybe a thin dream of meat, and then it is gone. He will not stand to see it tossed to the ground, and he will not stand to see her struck with sudden generosity, and win a smile from any one of these milling fools with her gift. It will be, as with a great number of things, his or no one's. ]
You have left me woefully neglected on more than one occasion, and as proof you can ask the maesters I was forced to consult to be sure my compromised state was not fatal. [ His vigorous and ecstatic bloodflow had not yet proved terminal, even when it found no immediate satisfaction, and he grins at his own lewd tale, drawing her with him and away from the wall. Regardless of where she may be officially relegated to pass her hours of confinement, he has no intention of releasing her until he is bodily compelled to do so. They must have a scarce few minutes of sunlight left, and everyone occupying the yard might as well see for themselves that she is his, not to be approached or harassed. ]
You will before long. Eat all you can, or someone else will try to eat it for you. You won't be impressed with how diplomatically I make allies then.