It was funny how perception changed things. From Jon's perspective, the dark scars left behind by traitor's knives held no beauty; they were a reminder of his failures at best. When he looked at them, he could still feel the remnants of horror that had risen in his throat when the first blade had slid past his skin and cut into vein, sinew, and bone. The pain still lingers, those marks raw and tender, but her touch turns that tenderness into pure pleasure. For all that, though, he understood that the scars were a link to her, the physical marks that served as visible representation of the underlying bond that now held them together for eternity. It did not surprise him that Margaery saw her scars and only felt disgust; she could not understand what they represented, not while her scars and her grief were so linked.
Perhaps if she could feel the desire racing through his blood at the sight of her just now, a vision of utter loveliness stretched out before him, every glance of her more enticing than the last, she might understand. His body trembled as he joined her, cock twitching despite his grasp on it, that familiar ache growing more intense with each moment that passed. Gods, it wouldn't be more than a couple moment before lust and desire overwrought sense and thought; when that happened, thought would cease to be. Questions of guards and chambers and implications would have to be left for the moments between, when guttural sounds were not all that he could make. He did not doubt that, when they emerged from her chambers and he announced his intentions to have her moved to his chambers, many would see opportunity and make a move. Some might try to send their daughters to charm him, taking his new relationship as a sign that Jon was ready for companionship, while others might simply try to remove her from his side, seeing their own power weaken. This would not be the last she saw of guards.
His eyes widened as she placed her hand on top of his, heat rippling in them as that mere action caused the sensation to morph from simple satisfaction to outright pleasure. Even with his languid motions, the presence of some part of her so close to his cock made him shiver with delight. "Being a king invites solemnity, love. If I was dour, it was because of the burden I bore without having a fire to give me warmth. You have given me that now. I shan't brood. What would I have to brood over? Not having enough chances to fuck you?" Warm laughter vibrated in his chest. There was no chance of him slipping into the depression that had consumed him after he'd been brought back from the dead. Those days were done and he had changed today. "Mmmm, as to that, rather than not touching, I would play a game where we could touch, but not your cunt or my cock. The first to succumb to need loses. Or perhaps a game where one of us touches themselves while the other must watch. There are other challenges as well. We could try to make one another come with our fingers or our mouths. First to do so loses."
Eyes sparking in the firelight, Jon grinned wildly, an expression that was filled with promise at the pleasure their future would hold. A King had to have men and women he could rely upon. No man could rule every day. Davos was that man for Jon. Down south, they would have called him the Hand of the King, but the ancient kings that had ruled here had never established such a position and he thought it best to continue the traditions of old rather than taking them from King's Landing. "Then it is very well that I have you, Lady Margaery." He could feel that squeeze through his hand, pleasure darting up the shaft and making his breath quicken again. "I can think of no better way to occupy my spare moments than to spend it taking my pleasure with you." The laughter that followed was a husky sound, rumbling in his throat, as his grin became as wicked as hers had. "You'd be right. I will not lie to you. Nothing would please me more than to do just that. I will do that, sooner or later, to make it clear just how strong our claim on one another is. They will not doubt when they see how eager I am to take you while they watch." Some would doubt initially, and some would be horrified at the spectacle, but a part of him was as wild as the forests and the hills and the land itself; such a thing was only nature.
"We still need time for my lords to gather their armies. Most are here, but not all. Once they've gathered and the storms have lessened, we could strike south. We'd have to be ready to move at any time, but the element of surprise would certainly work in our favor." The Freys would not be able to resist for long. Much of the battle would be spent besieging the Twins. If rumor was to be believed, just like the rest of the Riverlands, much of their crops had been burned in the fighting. If they acted quickly, they'd be short on provisions and surrounded on all sides. So long as the secured a supply line from the Vale, a Northern force could easily outlast the Freys. "To do so in time, we'd have to head to White Harbor. I'd prefer to lead my men in battle first, but... the value of an alliance is not to be underestimated." The more they spoke, the more it seemed like his marriage to Arianne Martell might very well be inevitable. Perhaps it would be a small price to pay for victory.
"Whatever happens, there's a strong likelihood that we will need to best Jaime Lannister in the field before we can claim victory." Jon smiled at her. "I know it will not be easy, but it may very well be necessary. Cersei rules. Jaime is the only person left she cares for. Do you think we can convince her to abandon power without something to trade?" Frankly, he wasn't sure she'd abdicate her throne even with an offer of ransom, but... Cersei hadn't balked at burning Baelor's Sept to secure her power. If they had nothing and simply seized the city, what might she do in her last moments of desperation? He didn't know, but the thought of cornering her without a plan in place was a frightening as the prospect of losing the war.
Leaving her behind had never truly been a possibility; even now, with only a few feet between them, a part of him ached to be fully pressed against her, to feel the warmth rising from her skin into his and vice-versa. "You won't be. I swear that much, Margaery, whatever else may come, you will stay by my side." If needed, he would say those very things before a heart tree, to swear that vow in the sights of gods and men. "I would become ice without you near me, sweetling. My skin would lose all warmth and my laughter would become nothing but a chill wind. So you see, I could not leave you behind. Neither of us would survive that."
It was a truth that was engraved into both of their bones. "I know," his voice murmurs, a quiet whisper not meant to be overheard, words only for her. He kissed her brow fondly. "It's the same for me. I love you with all that I am, Margaery. I would return to death's embrace if it was necessary to be with you. There is nothing I would not suffer through if it meant that you were waiting at the end of it for me."
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Date: 2017-01-01 09:24 pm (UTC)Perhaps if she could feel the desire racing through his blood at the sight of her just now, a vision of utter loveliness stretched out before him, every glance of her more enticing than the last, she might understand. His body trembled as he joined her, cock twitching despite his grasp on it, that familiar ache growing more intense with each moment that passed. Gods, it wouldn't be more than a couple moment before lust and desire overwrought sense and thought; when that happened, thought would cease to be. Questions of guards and chambers and implications would have to be left for the moments between, when guttural sounds were not all that he could make. He did not doubt that, when they emerged from her chambers and he announced his intentions to have her moved to his chambers, many would see opportunity and make a move. Some might try to send their daughters to charm him, taking his new relationship as a sign that Jon was ready for companionship, while others might simply try to remove her from his side, seeing their own power weaken. This would not be the last she saw of guards.
His eyes widened as she placed her hand on top of his, heat rippling in them as that mere action caused the sensation to morph from simple satisfaction to outright pleasure. Even with his languid motions, the presence of some part of her so close to his cock made him shiver with delight. "Being a king invites solemnity, love. If I was dour, it was because of the burden I bore without having a fire to give me warmth. You have given me that now. I shan't brood. What would I have to brood over? Not having enough chances to fuck you?" Warm laughter vibrated in his chest. There was no chance of him slipping into the depression that had consumed him after he'd been brought back from the dead. Those days were done and he had changed today. "Mmmm, as to that, rather than not touching, I would play a game where we could touch, but not your cunt or my cock. The first to succumb to need loses. Or perhaps a game where one of us touches themselves while the other must watch. There are other challenges as well. We could try to make one another come with our fingers or our mouths. First to do so loses."
Eyes sparking in the firelight, Jon grinned wildly, an expression that was filled with promise at the pleasure their future would hold. A King had to have men and women he could rely upon. No man could rule every day. Davos was that man for Jon. Down south, they would have called him the Hand of the King, but the ancient kings that had ruled here had never established such a position and he thought it best to continue the traditions of old rather than taking them from King's Landing. "Then it is very well that I have you, Lady Margaery." He could feel that squeeze through his hand, pleasure darting up the shaft and making his breath quicken again. "I can think of no better way to occupy my spare moments than to spend it taking my pleasure with you." The laughter that followed was a husky sound, rumbling in his throat, as his grin became as wicked as hers had. "You'd be right. I will not lie to you. Nothing would please me more than to do just that. I will do that, sooner or later, to make it clear just how strong our claim on one another is. They will not doubt when they see how eager I am to take you while they watch." Some would doubt initially, and some would be horrified at the spectacle, but a part of him was as wild as the forests and the hills and the land itself; such a thing was only nature.
"We still need time for my lords to gather their armies. Most are here, but not all. Once they've gathered and the storms have lessened, we could strike south. We'd have to be ready to move at any time, but the element of surprise would certainly work in our favor." The Freys would not be able to resist for long. Much of the battle would be spent besieging the Twins. If rumor was to be believed, just like the rest of the Riverlands, much of their crops had been burned in the fighting. If they acted quickly, they'd be short on provisions and surrounded on all sides. So long as the secured a supply line from the Vale, a Northern force could easily outlast the Freys. "To do so in time, we'd have to head to White Harbor. I'd prefer to lead my men in battle first, but... the value of an alliance is not to be underestimated." The more they spoke, the more it seemed like his marriage to Arianne Martell might very well be inevitable. Perhaps it would be a small price to pay for victory.
"Whatever happens, there's a strong likelihood that we will need to best Jaime Lannister in the field before we can claim victory." Jon smiled at her. "I know it will not be easy, but it may very well be necessary. Cersei rules. Jaime is the only person left she cares for. Do you think we can convince her to abandon power without something to trade?" Frankly, he wasn't sure she'd abdicate her throne even with an offer of ransom, but... Cersei hadn't balked at burning Baelor's Sept to secure her power. If they had nothing and simply seized the city, what might she do in her last moments of desperation? He didn't know, but the thought of cornering her without a plan in place was a frightening as the prospect of losing the war.
Leaving her behind had never truly been a possibility; even now, with only a few feet between them, a part of him ached to be fully pressed against her, to feel the warmth rising from her skin into his and vice-versa. "You won't be. I swear that much, Margaery, whatever else may come, you will stay by my side." If needed, he would say those very things before a heart tree, to swear that vow in the sights of gods and men. "I would become ice without you near me, sweetling. My skin would lose all warmth and my laughter would become nothing but a chill wind. So you see, I could not leave you behind. Neither of us would survive that."
It was a truth that was engraved into both of their bones. "I know," his voice murmurs, a quiet whisper not meant to be overheard, words only for her. He kissed her brow fondly. "It's the same for me. I love you with all that I am, Margaery. I would return to death's embrace if it was necessary to be with you. There is nothing I would not suffer through if it meant that you were waiting at the end of it for me."