That glazed, desperate look in her eyes as she regarded him, eyes devouring every inch of his skin in a way that left him shivering, nearly convinced him to abandon his plan altogether. Between his legs, his cock responded with a painful ache, throbbing with a need that swelled to match what he saw lurking inside of her. Kneeling over her as he was, it would be so simple to flip her on the her belly and shove his length inside her, finding that sweet, tight heat surrounding him that had driven him mad with pleasure once already. Beneath his skin, tendrils of passion spread throughout his body, granting his muscles the strength necessary to do such a thing, encroaching on his mind and filling it with thoughts of all the ways he might have her. Seeing her body so clearly on display only served to make it more difficult to resist that tendency and in his dark, dark eyes, that inhuman need lurked just beneath the surface, wanting only the feeling of her pressed against him.
The decision, luckily, was not one that he was required to make. Margaery moved before he could pounce and the spell that his desire held on him was, for the moment, shattered; he followed willingly, smiling at the sight of her hips and backside swaying enticingly as she strode forward. Although his reason returned, his arousal remained as he closed the difference between them. Her bed was as fine as most in the Winterfell, soft enough for any lord or lady, with a great pine frame that supported it. Jon didn't need to look at the state of disarray of her sheets to know how poorly she slept; some mornings, he slipped in to meet with her before any of the other tasks of the day were done. He could always tell how poorly she'd slept, the exhaustion and weariness clear in her eyes and on her face. Looking at her now, though, there's none of that. And while he can't see the future, it seems clear to him that her nightmares will likely plague her no longer, not when her nights would be spent curled in his embrace, exhausted from long hours of lovemaking.
"I had an inkling that you would." A knowing smile spread across his lips. Margaery seemed to take joy from teasing him like that. If he hadn't enjoyed it, that joy alone would have been reason enough to let her continue doing so. With each step that he took, his shaft bobbed obscenely, fluid leaking from the tip, and curiosity shone through the other emotions that swirled around inside him. "If you'd like. I'll play any game you can come up with, love, so long as it ends with my cock making you howl with pleasure at the very end. I can think up a fair few challenges I'd enjoy pitting you against myself." No doubt that any task she set before him would only serve to make their eventual mating all the more wild. "If the entire castle doesn't know how much you enjoyed that last fucking, I shall be very surprised and disappointed. My lords are likely discussing it this very moment." He grinned at that, unable to help himself, savoring the thought of the men and women who had created such trouble in meetings trying to dissect the meaning behind the loudness of their coupling. Tomorrow, he decided, he really would take her in the Great Hall and give them such a demonstration that had never been seen before in the North.
"Oh, yes." The moment he settled on the bed, taking a seat on the edge and making to roll on to his side, she pulled away. Laughter followed as he reclined lazily, propping his head up with one hand while his eyes peered at her and his blood slowly started to boil once more. He would have easily have been satisfied, for the moment, at least, with a soft kiss, but even that was denied him. Watching her with a hunger lurking inside him, a few clever fingers wrapped around his girth and gave it a slow, provocative stroke, meant more to entice her than to bring him any true pleasure. "My duties for tonight are extensive, but they all boil down to the very same thing: to see that you are well satisfied. I fear I am on a fool's errand, but I shall do my damnedest to see it done." Ultimately, certain accommodations and arrangement would have to be made with their relationship, but for the moment, he's quite content to take this one day, just for them.
"My Lords are split on the matter." Even with his body being heated like a kettle, Jon had not completely abandoned the thoughts of a man. This was a question that had plagued him for a very long while now. "Some would prefer to wait until the beginnings of spring. Northern winters are hard and a march through the snow and ice will hardly be easy, let alone pleasant. Others favor waiting until the worst of the weather subsides. The winds do not always howl like they do now. If the snow is not too deep, we could make it far enough south before the storms return that the weather would hardly bother us. The best thing to do, if we do so, would be to destroy House Frey and free the Riverlands. They swore my brother fealty as well. With both the Riverlands and the Vale joining us, we'd have a sizable force, good positioning to assault either King's Landing or the Westerlands, and another region to produce food." It was not without it's faults: he had no Tulley blood in his veins and the Riverlands had been thoroughly sacked and pillage. Still, there was benefit to be found in venting some of his lords frustrations. Vengeance for the Red Wedding had not yet been fully achieved.
All thoughts of revenge and war were easily discarded a moment later. He was already tired of it. A tender smile blossomed on his face as he dared to move closer, chasing after one of her hands with his and threading their fingers together. Fingers from his spare arm brushed her chin as he leaned in, smoothed back any stray strands of hair, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, chest filling with warmth as he did so. "I know." His voice was a hushed murmur, just for her, not caring if the world heard the wild way they fucked, but wanting to keep just this for them alone. "I love you as well. Truly, madly, deeply. My heart belongs to you now."
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Date: 2016-12-29 06:35 pm (UTC)The decision, luckily, was not one that he was required to make. Margaery moved before he could pounce and the spell that his desire held on him was, for the moment, shattered; he followed willingly, smiling at the sight of her hips and backside swaying enticingly as she strode forward. Although his reason returned, his arousal remained as he closed the difference between them. Her bed was as fine as most in the Winterfell, soft enough for any lord or lady, with a great pine frame that supported it. Jon didn't need to look at the state of disarray of her sheets to know how poorly she slept; some mornings, he slipped in to meet with her before any of the other tasks of the day were done. He could always tell how poorly she'd slept, the exhaustion and weariness clear in her eyes and on her face. Looking at her now, though, there's none of that. And while he can't see the future, it seems clear to him that her nightmares will likely plague her no longer, not when her nights would be spent curled in his embrace, exhausted from long hours of lovemaking.
"I had an inkling that you would." A knowing smile spread across his lips. Margaery seemed to take joy from teasing him like that. If he hadn't enjoyed it, that joy alone would have been reason enough to let her continue doing so. With each step that he took, his shaft bobbed obscenely, fluid leaking from the tip, and curiosity shone through the other emotions that swirled around inside him. "If you'd like. I'll play any game you can come up with, love, so long as it ends with my cock making you howl with pleasure at the very end. I can think up a fair few challenges I'd enjoy pitting you against myself." No doubt that any task she set before him would only serve to make their eventual mating all the more wild. "If the entire castle doesn't know how much you enjoyed that last fucking, I shall be very surprised and disappointed. My lords are likely discussing it this very moment." He grinned at that, unable to help himself, savoring the thought of the men and women who had created such trouble in meetings trying to dissect the meaning behind the loudness of their coupling. Tomorrow, he decided, he really would take her in the Great Hall and give them such a demonstration that had never been seen before in the North.
"Oh, yes." The moment he settled on the bed, taking a seat on the edge and making to roll on to his side, she pulled away. Laughter followed as he reclined lazily, propping his head up with one hand while his eyes peered at her and his blood slowly started to boil once more. He would have easily have been satisfied, for the moment, at least, with a soft kiss, but even that was denied him. Watching her with a hunger lurking inside him, a few clever fingers wrapped around his girth and gave it a slow, provocative stroke, meant more to entice her than to bring him any true pleasure. "My duties for tonight are extensive, but they all boil down to the very same thing: to see that you are well satisfied. I fear I am on a fool's errand, but I shall do my damnedest to see it done." Ultimately, certain accommodations and arrangement would have to be made with their relationship, but for the moment, he's quite content to take this one day, just for them.
"My Lords are split on the matter." Even with his body being heated like a kettle, Jon had not completely abandoned the thoughts of a man. This was a question that had plagued him for a very long while now. "Some would prefer to wait until the beginnings of spring. Northern winters are hard and a march through the snow and ice will hardly be easy, let alone pleasant. Others favor waiting until the worst of the weather subsides. The winds do not always howl like they do now. If the snow is not too deep, we could make it far enough south before the storms return that the weather would hardly bother us. The best thing to do, if we do so, would be to destroy House Frey and free the Riverlands. They swore my brother fealty as well. With both the Riverlands and the Vale joining us, we'd have a sizable force, good positioning to assault either King's Landing or the Westerlands, and another region to produce food." It was not without it's faults: he had no Tulley blood in his veins and the Riverlands had been thoroughly sacked and pillage. Still, there was benefit to be found in venting some of his lords frustrations. Vengeance for the Red Wedding had not yet been fully achieved.
All thoughts of revenge and war were easily discarded a moment later. He was already tired of it. A tender smile blossomed on his face as he dared to move closer, chasing after one of her hands with his and threading their fingers together. Fingers from his spare arm brushed her chin as he leaned in, smoothed back any stray strands of hair, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, chest filling with warmth as he did so. "I know." His voice was a hushed murmur, just for her, not caring if the world heard the wild way they fucked, but wanting to keep just this for them alone. "I love you as well. Truly, madly, deeply. My heart belongs to you now."