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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:11:01 GMT -5
"And what would the lovely lady do with mere leave?" he asks. "You should ask for a transfer to the North. Or just come stay with me in Barrowton."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:15:36 GMT -5
"OH. Well, a transfer might be possible. And it's something the King might accept. But Barrowton...I'm not so sure. What possible reason could I give for such a visit?" She asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:17:53 GMT -5
"The handsomest man i nthe world is there, of course. Also the Ironborn's worst enemy this side of Shaun Redwyne," he grinned, "You're scouting out the enemy. Now, may I have my reward for the wolves?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:22:28 GMT -5
"You may. But the bodice unlaces in the back, so you'll have to help me," she told him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:24:04 GMT -5
His hands deftly undo her laces, and it's little surprise he has a natural daughter. When he finishes, though, he removes his hands to allow her the final choice on whether to let loose the twins. He kisses her before she moves.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:25:47 GMT -5
She lowered her bodice somewhat nervously. Her cheeks turned pink as she did so. She had never exposed herself to a man before.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:34:54 GMT -5
Fyodor gasps a moment. "You are...exquisite." He leans his head forward and kisses the hollow of her throat, a hand covering the exposed flesh. For warmth, of course.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:37:08 GMT -5
"It's good of you to say so," she said.
She felt one of her nipples stiffen, the one that wasn't covered by his hand.
"So now you have seen them. And we are even, are we not?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:38:48 GMT -5
"Very much so." He stares at her chilled nipple and kisses it softly, then looks at her for permission to continue. "I shall do whatever it takes to see the rest. I will hunt that giant black dragon that romas the Dothraki wastes if I have to, if you say the word."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:43:24 GMT -5
She laughed slightly.
"I don't think that's quite necessary. Looking is not the same as touching, after all. Though perhaps it might be a worthy exchange for my maidenhead," she teased.
She hadn't moved when he kissed her nipple, nor made any attempt to resist.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:46:59 GMT -5
Using slightly wine-impaired calculus, that means that she is fine if he keeps taking her clothes off. His mouth covers more of her breast and he gently suckles, his tongue flicking. He pulls the polar bear pelt over the two of them and removes clothing until she makes him stop. "Ordinarily, I'd tell a girl like you I'd fight the Iron Fleet to keep you safe. What exactly do Ironborn girls need protecting from?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:50:13 GMT -5
She lets him take off her dress and corset but remains wearing her shift and smallclothes.
"We need to be protected from Northmen and Rivermen," she said. "And the kraken, of course."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:53:08 GMT -5
"Ooh, I can protect you from northmen. We are a rough bunch, but I can manage. Marry me. Right now." He looks into her eyes.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 18:55:21 GMT -5
She gasped at that and tried to sit up.
"Marry you? Are you sure? Your'e not just saying that because we're in your bed?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:58:11 GMT -5
He held her down, although if she really tried he's not pinning her. "Of course not. You've seen I've been with other women before. You are too beautiful and kind and intelligent to be sent off one day to some raider or reaver...no offense, of course, but you don't seem the sort to want a salt wife keeping you from your man's bed. Not that I'd understand what woman could tempt any man away from yours..."
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