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[butwearenotmen]

"Please leave a message after the beep."

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[thesnowofwinterfell]

Have we managed to meet most of your sentence? It seems we will come close.

[butwearenotmen]

I think we are quite away, Jon, but we have chipped away at some of it. It is a start.

[A good start.]

[thesnowofwinterfell]

Is that your way of saying I should shoe more variety?

[butwearenotmen]

I would not critique you thusly. It is to say you should come to my bed more often.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

Aren't I there every night?

[butwearenotmen]

True. I am not complaining for the countenance of your visits either. I think some of our sentencing requires more from us.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

I hate to think I am not properly seeing to your sentence.

[butwearenotmen]

Would you rather please me or please those that bind us here?

[thesnowofwinterfell]

You don't know the answer to that?

[butwearenotmen]

I was reminding you.

Come to my bed again tonight. I care little for the sentencing when it comes to you. [Not that it isn't important, and there are certainly still things they can check off, but she wants him in all the ways she can have him, whether it meets a need or not.]

[thesnowofwinterfell]

I forget my sentence with you. [Even if they were checking things off the list repeatedly. Without vows or duty bearing down on him, he could simply enjoy his time with Dany.

And all the ways they could explore each other.]

I meant to. I don't ever stray far from your bed.

[butwearenotmen]

[She is glad to hear that. That this isn't some duty or just a means to an end with them. What she feels for him may be impulsive, but it lights something in her, and she cannot not have him now.]

I know, but this was a direct invitation. [Perhaps not an order, but it does come with some directness, a purpose.]

[thesnowofwinterfell]

A command?

[She might be able to imagine his teasing smile; he seemed to give it to her often, almost as often as he did with Arya.]

It would be treason to delay.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

Seven Hells, my muscles are still sore from last night.

[butwearenotmen]

Is that a complaint?

[thesnowofwinterfell]

No, but bear it in mind should I pass out tonight.

[butwearenotmen]

That just means it will be my turn on top then, hmm?

[thesnowofwinterfell]

Clearly I have not encouraged you on top enough.

[butwearenotmen]

I think you are often more eager to be inside of me to think of it.

Mayhaps I should be more insistent.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

I have not nor will I tire of that feeling.

Have you been holding back, your grace?

[butwearenotmen]

No. I just have to rival with your wants-- not that they are not mine as well.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

I am far too greedy. I should worship your grace properly.

[butwearenotmen]

If I didn't wish to do anything with you, I wouldn't do it. I like what we do.

[thesnowofwinterfell]

You should go into detail about this. I want to hear what you've liked.

[butwearenotmen]

I can't think of anything we've done that I haven't liked.