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[That lick to her lips has his full attention. Tentatively, he lifts his hand, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip. Soft against the skin, her mouth was almost like silk. Against his lips, he struggled between fire, which she seemed to exude, and comfort. Gestures like this, simply admiring her features and the memories that followed them, it was enough to soothe him.]

You are a different sort of Wildling. [He doesn't know too much about the Dothraki, but they seemed to live similar lives to the Freefolk.] No, I can't steal you, but I caught you off guard.

[He holds his breath, taking a moment to understand what she might be offering and what could be. It was torment, a punishment all its own, to see her with others or know she was with someone else. Yet they seemed to manage. A strange sort of fidelity between them, though existing in a different way.]

Mine? [He wants that. As fiercely and darkly as he coveted Winterfell and Ice, but this was tangible, this was something that could be in some form. It wouldn't be a simple dream shifting into a nightmare. It...could be his.] I want you to be.

[His finger moves over her lips, and she parts them for him, grinning a little more seductively as he continues to explore her mouth. She rocks her hips down slowly, taking him all in, and inhaling slowly. His words rain on her, covering her for that moment, and she smiles down at him. He certainly caught her.

She's still not sure how all of this would work, and maybe when he's not deep inside of her, they can talk more about it, but just laying it all out like this right now just feels good, simple. It might entirely be the case, but it feels like it right now in this moment. Even more so when he confirms it. Daenerys dips down to kiss him slowly, taking him all inside of her again. It's deeper than before, trying to keep him closer.

[It always seemed to be the moment that they would talk about such things, overcome with emotion while he was buried inside her. The timing isn't perfect. Eventually this would be addressed at a better moment, but it's what comes to him now.

It doesn't take long for him to become distracted, tracing her mouth with the tip of his thumb, dragging the skin over her thick lower lip. He wanted to suck at it as he sucked at the lips between her legs. When she finally kisses him, he feels his chest tighten and his hips rock up a bit more eagerly, following the pace she set.

All of this is a sweet sensation, softer but also just as possessive.]

[She likes the feel of his thumb over her mouth and lips. It's suggestive, wanting of more, wanting of other things. It feels dirty, but in a way that she wants to be with him. Daenerys does not take every man that looks at her, nor would she feel like she's lowering herself, but with him she likes being able to explore more with him. He doesn't judge her. Instead he seems to enjoy whatever it is she gives to him. That in itself draws her more to him.

She hums into the kiss, claiming him again. She enjoys this position, being able to set the pace, having him be the one that settles with what she is able to do. Not that he couldn't do other things, but she enjoys this as it is. She takes him all in each time her hips drop down before grinding her wet pussy in his lap. Her own clit rubbing against him each time she does, making her emit a needy sort of sound as she starts to build in momentum.]

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