She could feel him behind her, the heat of his gaze as desperate and intense as the one he had given her on the floor. There was a danger in the air between them, a madness that seemed to have taken root in them, long before they even admitted their desires. It was far from natural, as all encompassing as the winter chill and just as pronounced. Her hair swayed along her backside, blanketing her scars from his view and giving a glimpse of the temptress she once was. She enjoyed the heaviness of his stares and the radiation of his heat. Without looking at him, she knew that the sight of her body was only increasing her ardor, as the feel of him behind her was doing to her. It only verified their belief that simply being around one another would be enough to raise their lusts.
In terms of prison cells (as that was what she believed this was at first), the room had been reasonably comfortable. Northerners didn't seem to hold much stock in luxury or opulence. Rooms were meant to serve a purpose and held a measure of severity, only bearing the accoutrements necessary for survival, rather than comfort. The bed was warmed and covered with fur, the chairs were rigid but supportive, and the fire place was wide and opened, lacking any ornate carvings. It lacked the same cheer and grandeur that she had grown up with in High Garden, but it was not nearly as foreboding as the Sept had been. Sometimes, she even forgot that she had been viewed as a prisoner by many in Winterfell. She wasn't cold, she had been given fine clothes and books, and her food was near as good as what she had enjoyed in the south. It was far better treatment than most hostages received, something she remembered from witnessing Sansa's suffering.
How quickly it changed, though she doubted Jon ever held her in his mind as anything more than a soul in need of aid. The ways that he looked at her during the mornings had helped ease her mind, bringing some measure of light into the otherwise dreary room. She felt cherished and admired, something that she had near forgotten. Now, she simply felt adored. "I think those are fair terms." She nudged his leg with her toe, watching intently as he stroked himself. If her gaze followed the movements of his hand, as though it could circle around him and provide stimulation instead. "I'd rather like to see your challenges. It would be rather unfair for me to be the only one intent on prolonging matters between us." She grinned, pleased that he was willing to play as well. The teasing before had made their first coupling nothing short of powerful, why should they not see if they could match and overtake it with future couplings?
"Certainly your people would want more from their king than to know that you are pleasing me?" She murmured, wiggling her hips for him enticingly. The fur of the coverlet brushed against her scarred hips, tickling the place that he had clawed at moments before. Her belly felt warmed, not only from the blankets but from the lust building inside her. She had chosen to give him a choice view of her rear, knowing how excited he had been at the idea of mating like wolves. "Or have we surpassed the point of worldly matters and returned to the realm of beasts?" She certainly wouldn't object to that. "It won't be long until your advisors think that I have locked you up and am keeping you hostage." Or that she was poisoning him. She couldn't forget the part her family played in killing Joffery. The northerners tended to be honorable and viewed such actions as cowardly. It was likely that in their eyes, she would always be capable of regicide, as well as cursed.
Moving her into his chambers might exacerbate the matter more than she anticipated. "You shouldn't delay until the spring. This winter will be longer than any yet recorded. If you wait, we miss the opportunity to strike and Cersei is given time to amass enough resources to march against us." The mad queen was impetuous, but she'd understand what a powerful hand she held. "Free the Riverlands first and you will have a large section of the kingdom to rally around you, not simply the north and the east, but soon the south as well. Dorne will see you as more than a simple rebel, they would recognize you as a viable candidate in supplanting Cersei." It was strange to talk about politics while doing her best to arouse him, but that seemed to go hand and hand with her. Where else would he receive honest council than naked in bed with his lover?
"House Frey is still loyal to the Lannisters. If you stamp them out quickly, Cersei will find herself with no allies and surrounded on all sides." There was no saying how long the battles would last or how far south he'd march personally. She only knew that there was a chance they would be separated, unless Jon chose the risky alternative of taking her on campaign with him. She could already imagine the objections of his men, but it wouldn't be her first time marching with an army. She had been in Renly's camp, no matter how brief that was. She knew the conditions that men must live under and could easily survive, so long as they were together.
She squeezed their entwined fingers, delicately placing kisses along each digit, blessing him with her feelings. "I will keep your heart safe and always in my possession." She whispered in return, leaning into his touches and returning his tender kisses with warmth. "So long as you let me, I intend to remain at your side, no matter where you go. If you travel to war, let me come as well."
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In terms of prison cells (as that was what she believed this was at first), the room had been reasonably comfortable. Northerners didn't seem to hold much stock in luxury or opulence. Rooms were meant to serve a purpose and held a measure of severity, only bearing the accoutrements necessary for survival, rather than comfort. The bed was warmed and covered with fur, the chairs were rigid but supportive, and the fire place was wide and opened, lacking any ornate carvings. It lacked the same cheer and grandeur that she had grown up with in High Garden, but it was not nearly as foreboding as the Sept had been. Sometimes, she even forgot that she had been viewed as a prisoner by many in Winterfell. She wasn't cold, she had been given fine clothes and books, and her food was near as good as what she had enjoyed in the south. It was far better treatment than most hostages received, something she remembered from witnessing Sansa's suffering.
How quickly it changed, though she doubted Jon ever held her in his mind as anything more than a soul in need of aid. The ways that he looked at her during the mornings had helped ease her mind, bringing some measure of light into the otherwise dreary room. She felt cherished and admired, something that she had near forgotten. Now, she simply felt adored. "I think those are fair terms." She nudged his leg with her toe, watching intently as he stroked himself. If her gaze followed the movements of his hand, as though it could circle around him and provide stimulation instead. "I'd rather like to see your challenges. It would be rather unfair for me to be the only one intent on prolonging matters between us." She grinned, pleased that he was willing to play as well. The teasing before had made their first coupling nothing short of powerful, why should they not see if they could match and overtake it with future couplings?
"Certainly your people would want more from their king than to know that you are pleasing me?" She murmured, wiggling her hips for him enticingly. The fur of the coverlet brushed against her scarred hips, tickling the place that he had clawed at moments before. Her belly felt warmed, not only from the blankets but from the lust building inside her. She had chosen to give him a choice view of her rear, knowing how excited he had been at the idea of mating like wolves. "Or have we surpassed the point of worldly matters and returned to the realm of beasts?" She certainly wouldn't object to that. "It won't be long until your advisors think that I have locked you up and am keeping you hostage." Or that she was poisoning him. She couldn't forget the part her family played in killing Joffery. The northerners tended to be honorable and viewed such actions as cowardly. It was likely that in their eyes, she would always be capable of regicide, as well as cursed.
Moving her into his chambers might exacerbate the matter more than she anticipated. "You shouldn't delay until the spring. This winter will be longer than any yet recorded. If you wait, we miss the opportunity to strike and Cersei is given time to amass enough resources to march against us." The mad queen was impetuous, but she'd understand what a powerful hand she held. "Free the Riverlands first and you will have a large section of the kingdom to rally around you, not simply the north and the east, but soon the south as well. Dorne will see you as more than a simple rebel, they would recognize you as a viable candidate in supplanting Cersei." It was strange to talk about politics while doing her best to arouse him, but that seemed to go hand and hand with her. Where else would he receive honest council than naked in bed with his lover?
"House Frey is still loyal to the Lannisters. If you stamp them out quickly, Cersei will find herself with no allies and surrounded on all sides." There was no saying how long the battles would last or how far south he'd march personally. She only knew that there was a chance they would be separated, unless Jon chose the risky alternative of taking her on campaign with him. She could already imagine the objections of his men, but it wouldn't be her first time marching with an army. She had been in Renly's camp, no matter how brief that was. She knew the conditions that men must live under and could easily survive, so long as they were together.
She squeezed their entwined fingers, delicately placing kisses along each digit, blessing him with her feelings. "I will keep your heart safe and always in my possession." She whispered in return, leaning into his touches and returning his tender kisses with warmth. "So long as you let me, I intend to remain at your side, no matter where you go. If you travel to war, let me come as well."