Her life had been nothing but a continual denial of herself, pushing her ambition and family to the forefront. She chose not to love, not to want anything beyond what would ensure the Tyrell's survival as well as elevation to power. She had lovers in her youth, men that helped teach her what she enjoyed and wanted, as well as the opportunity to test and strengthen her sexual appeal. She needed it to attract and bind her husband's loyalty to her. It had been the focus of her life, ended only when the Sept went up in flame and her family ceased to exist.
On waking, she found herself in a different world. Who she was, what she wanted, she didn't know for the months of her recovery. Others spoke about the way the world had changed and how power had shifted hands. Her visitors were trying to urge her back to life, seeking to pull the woman she was out of the ashes and embers. Yet she didn't have the heart (or was it simple exhaustion) to tell them that the woman she appeared once was nothing more than a role she assumed. That ambition had dissolved away, melting in the face of heated hatred. She couldn't turn back her mind and find that same passion again.
It wasn't until she found Jon that she understood who she was and what she desired. It was as simple as a spark falling from a flint. She went from death to life in one instant, surging forward in his arms. All it took was a simple utterance of desire and the world began to turn again. The ghosts of her past disappeared, allowing her to wake, as though she had been in a long sleep. Now, she was consumed with a hunger, starved to sate herself from what she had been deprived of for so long.
She had never found herself envious of a rival before. Even Cersei hadn't inspired jealousy. Whatever fight they had, it was simply a matter of survival. But now, against Sansa, she understood what it was to do battle. They would be at odds, she knew this instinctively. Margaery was infringing on her territory and like a she wolf, she would bit and attack fiercely. Rather than back down for the sake of friendship, Margaery would return that fury rather than give up Jon.
She couldn't stop kissing him, giving herself over to the unrestrained bliss that he offered her. Their bodies and souls entwined, holding close to what they needed to survive. Her hands held firmly to his back, running across his skin tenderly. She hadn't had the time to admire his form, not when lust had held her in a vice grip. For a brief moment, she could properly worship him. "Can you imagine if we did go across the Narrow Sea? We could have a simple house, a simple garden and a large bed. It would be our paradise." She whispered, breathing in the smell of them. "No past, only a future with the two of us."
It was a beautiful image, but they could never seize hold of it. It was as much an illusion as peace in Westeros.
There was no peace in her body. She doubted she could ever be sated by him. Much like a mosquito bite, she could scratch it once before it flared back to life more demanding and distracting than before. Once they fucked, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be begging for it again soon after. They were meant to be joined and their bodies needed the other to make it through the night. A part of her wondered if they would wake from their sleep, needing to fumble and fuck beneath the sheets before falling asleep, still connected. Their poor servants would soon learn how insatiable they were, just as his court would. The first moment he took her before them all, it would set the tone of what this love affair was.
Sparks of light and colors appeared before her eyes, draining away the room and the world around him. The moment he was buried within her, surrounded by her tight heat, it felt as though the air had returned to her lungs and her heart had begun to beat. The sensation of him was greater than anything she had experienced before. It was the fruit of the gods, a glimpse of the afterlife that she had been denied. Her body fell silent, truly at peace to finally be united with the other half of her soul. All she could do was stare up at him in amazement as her sex adjusted around him.
She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the calm before the storm. One second of gentleness before suddenly her lust came roaring back to life, screaming in her ears and pushing her forward. It felt like a single second before her hips rocked up, her legs tightened around him. She moved desperately against him, encouraging him to rut her quickly and hard. "Gods!" It was all she could manage to cry out, followed quickly by his name. There were no other words, no other thoughts that could adequately describe the moment. It was more than perfect, it was bliss.
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Date: 2016-12-18 09:04 pm (UTC)On waking, she found herself in a different world. Who she was, what she wanted, she didn't know for the months of her recovery. Others spoke about the way the world had changed and how power had shifted hands. Her visitors were trying to urge her back to life, seeking to pull the woman she was out of the ashes and embers. Yet she didn't have the heart (or was it simple exhaustion) to tell them that the woman she appeared once was nothing more than a role she assumed. That ambition had dissolved away, melting in the face of heated hatred. She couldn't turn back her mind and find that same passion again.
It wasn't until she found Jon that she understood who she was and what she desired. It was as simple as a spark falling from a flint. She went from death to life in one instant, surging forward in his arms. All it took was a simple utterance of desire and the world began to turn again. The ghosts of her past disappeared, allowing her to wake, as though she had been in a long sleep. Now, she was consumed with a hunger, starved to sate herself from what she had been deprived of for so long.
She had never found herself envious of a rival before. Even Cersei hadn't inspired jealousy. Whatever fight they had, it was simply a matter of survival. But now, against Sansa, she understood what it was to do battle. They would be at odds, she knew this instinctively. Margaery was infringing on her territory and like a she wolf, she would bit and attack fiercely. Rather than back down for the sake of friendship, Margaery would return that fury rather than give up Jon.
She couldn't stop kissing him, giving herself over to the unrestrained bliss that he offered her. Their bodies and souls entwined, holding close to what they needed to survive. Her hands held firmly to his back, running across his skin tenderly. She hadn't had the time to admire his form, not when lust had held her in a vice grip. For a brief moment, she could properly worship him. "Can you imagine if we did go across the Narrow Sea? We could have a simple house, a simple garden and a large bed. It would be our paradise." She whispered, breathing in the smell of them. "No past, only a future with the two of us."
It was a beautiful image, but they could never seize hold of it. It was as much an illusion as peace in Westeros.
There was no peace in her body. She doubted she could ever be sated by him. Much like a mosquito bite, she could scratch it once before it flared back to life more demanding and distracting than before. Once they fucked, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be begging for it again soon after. They were meant to be joined and their bodies needed the other to make it through the night. A part of her wondered if they would wake from their sleep, needing to fumble and fuck beneath the sheets before falling asleep, still connected. Their poor servants would soon learn how insatiable they were, just as his court would. The first moment he took her before them all, it would set the tone of what this love affair was.
Sparks of light and colors appeared before her eyes, draining away the room and the world around him. The moment he was buried within her, surrounded by her tight heat, it felt as though the air had returned to her lungs and her heart had begun to beat. The sensation of him was greater than anything she had experienced before. It was the fruit of the gods, a glimpse of the afterlife that she had been denied. Her body fell silent, truly at peace to finally be united with the other half of her soul. All she could do was stare up at him in amazement as her sex adjusted around him.
She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the calm before the storm. One second of gentleness before suddenly her lust came roaring back to life, screaming in her ears and pushing her forward. It felt like a single second before her hips rocked up, her legs tightened around him. She moved desperately against him, encouraging him to rut her quickly and hard. "Gods!" It was all she could manage to cry out, followed quickly by his name. There were no other words, no other thoughts that could adequately describe the moment. It was more than perfect, it was bliss.