She had believed at the time that she was being punished for her actions and ambitions. That she lived but her brother and father died had seemed an unpardonable sin. How else could it be interpreted but as some divine retribution for her decisions? She would have to suffer alone and carry the weight of all she had known, knowing that it was through her choices that her family paid the price. It had left her defeated and depressed during those early weeks after waking. She had wanted to perish, taking little food and refusing the milk of the poppy, no matter how much pain she was in. It at least meant she could feel something other than guilt.
It was Jon though that managed to coax her. She would take the milk of the poppy in his presence and slept when he was nearby, if only because his presence was the one soothing element in her life. If he had food brought to her personally, she would accept it and eat a little. While she could not speak fully, she would manage a few words for him as well. It was because of Jon she lived and it was Jon that gave her life meaning. She hadn't survived because of some sort of punishment from the gods, she survived to be his completely.
She placed a tender kiss to his lips, offering him more than what words could say. She could not adequately describe what he meant to her and how deeply those feelings ran, but she could offer the gesture nonetheless. They might not ever have that dream world, but they had this and it wasn't nothing. It was more than she ever thought to be possible.
The rumblings of desire were like the shaking of the heavens. It was a deep torrent that swept her away from reason, mortality and morality. She needed him and craved him in all aspects of herself. Body, heart, soul, mind, they reached out for him, dragging him close and never relinquishing him to the world. It didn't matter where or when, if her body demanded him, even the smallest hint of arousal, she would open herself to him like the doors of a castle's hall. She would follow him wherever he went, whether it was a simple visit to another castle or into battle itself. It was impossible to separate now, they were too entwined. To even try would cause them to crumble and break as firmly as a mirror.
In his arms and with him thrusting inside of her, she felt as though she were soaring. The room was nothing more than the shadows cast by the sun and the cold around them disappeared into a brilliant heat. His body moved in a desperate rhythm, creating a storm in her that could never be quelled, but only weathered through the constant pursuit of mild satiation. It could never be achieved, but the attempts would at least partially quiet her body. A momentary peace before it raced to life again.
She gave a yelp at the sudden impact of his hand against her rear, the pain only blossoming into further pleasure. She seized forward and dragged him into a hungry kiss, muffling her moans against his lips. She nipped at him as they pulled apart, the need to breathe and raggedly draw air into her lungs outweighed her hunger to kiss and bite and suck. "Is it possible to disappoint you?" She asked, arching her back into him. "I would die a thousand deaths before I give you cause to be angry or disappointed in me. Plunge a blade into my heart should I ever fail to bring you less than you deserve."
She had no words to respond, following his command and collapsing into a shattering climax. For a moment, she forgot she had limbs or bones. Her mind seemed to break, feeling only the rushing pleasure and the rhythmic movements of his cock. She knew she was crying out, feeling the reverberations of her voice off of the stones. She didn't even realize how deeply her nails had dug into his back, piercing the skin as she held on to him with all of her strength.
He followed after, pausing the world in its spinning, making time itself stand still. The missing link in her formed and took root, settling as deeply inside of her as his seed.
She collapsed against the ground, uncertain of whether she would ever catch her breath. She panted harshly, her gaze still blurry and her body humming with energy and excitement. Gods, but that was a revelation. Her hands slacked, letting go of his skin and gently running over the expanse of his back. Her heart thrummed in her ears, racing uncontrollably. The tension in the air lessened, but only slightly.
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It was Jon though that managed to coax her. She would take the milk of the poppy in his presence and slept when he was nearby, if only because his presence was the one soothing element in her life. If he had food brought to her personally, she would accept it and eat a little. While she could not speak fully, she would manage a few words for him as well. It was because of Jon she lived and it was Jon that gave her life meaning. She hadn't survived because of some sort of punishment from the gods, she survived to be his completely.
She placed a tender kiss to his lips, offering him more than what words could say. She could not adequately describe what he meant to her and how deeply those feelings ran, but she could offer the gesture nonetheless. They might not ever have that dream world, but they had this and it wasn't nothing. It was more than she ever thought to be possible.
The rumblings of desire were like the shaking of the heavens. It was a deep torrent that swept her away from reason, mortality and morality. She needed him and craved him in all aspects of herself. Body, heart, soul, mind, they reached out for him, dragging him close and never relinquishing him to the world. It didn't matter where or when, if her body demanded him, even the smallest hint of arousal, she would open herself to him like the doors of a castle's hall. She would follow him wherever he went, whether it was a simple visit to another castle or into battle itself. It was impossible to separate now, they were too entwined. To even try would cause them to crumble and break as firmly as a mirror.
In his arms and with him thrusting inside of her, she felt as though she were soaring. The room was nothing more than the shadows cast by the sun and the cold around them disappeared into a brilliant heat. His body moved in a desperate rhythm, creating a storm in her that could never be quelled, but only weathered through the constant pursuit of mild satiation. It could never be achieved, but the attempts would at least partially quiet her body. A momentary peace before it raced to life again.
She gave a yelp at the sudden impact of his hand against her rear, the pain only blossoming into further pleasure. She seized forward and dragged him into a hungry kiss, muffling her moans against his lips. She nipped at him as they pulled apart, the need to breathe and raggedly draw air into her lungs outweighed her hunger to kiss and bite and suck. "Is it possible to disappoint you?" She asked, arching her back into him. "I would die a thousand deaths before I give you cause to be angry or disappointed in me. Plunge a blade into my heart should I ever fail to bring you less than you deserve."
She had no words to respond, following his command and collapsing into a shattering climax. For a moment, she forgot she had limbs or bones. Her mind seemed to break, feeling only the rushing pleasure and the rhythmic movements of his cock. She knew she was crying out, feeling the reverberations of her voice off of the stones. She didn't even realize how deeply her nails had dug into his back, piercing the skin as she held on to him with all of her strength.
He followed after, pausing the world in its spinning, making time itself stand still. The missing link in her formed and took root, settling as deeply inside of her as his seed.
She collapsed against the ground, uncertain of whether she would ever catch her breath. She panted harshly, her gaze still blurry and her body humming with energy and excitement. Gods, but that was a revelation. Her hands slacked, letting go of his skin and gently running over the expanse of his back. Her heart thrummed in her ears, racing uncontrollably. The tension in the air lessened, but only slightly.
"Gods," she managed to whisper.