[D7 LE] Romance by the River

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Letting the scent of her fill his senses, "don't be sorry, I'm certainly not." Collecting himself slightly, "not as much time as I would like. I have the salt in my blood, thanks to my grandmother, but I would like to travel in Dorne. Or I would have liked to, had the managing of Rosecrown not fallen to me."

[Alicent Feyther]

"I take it it's not common to be able to travel far from there these days," she assessed. She didn't step back, however, staying close enough that even if she dropped her hand, her would brush against his occasionally, if not directly intentionally.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent brought his hand up, delicately brushing over her hair, light as a butterfly. "How can I complain? I was able to attend this Festival, and here's where I found you."

[Alicent Feyther]

She closed her eyes at the contact, lips parting slightly and letting out a soft breath at the sensation. Her gaze moves up to meet his, the violet dark in the scene little by little more than moonlight and distant light from from the castle and environs nearby. "I'm happy to hear that. I admit, it's made my journey that much brighter, as well."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

His breath trembled, "would you be offended if I was so forward as to ask you for a kiss?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She couldn't quite help nibbling the bottom lip slightly in anticipation, heartbeat picking up a little. "I would not... I wouldn't be able to help but agree to your request..."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent moved closer, just a little; as he bent his head, he paused, savouring the cinnamon scent that made him think of Dorne, and heat, and passion. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers, one hand resting lightly on her hip.

[Alicent Feyther]

She stepped a little forward to close the distance. Their bodies were close together, touching in rare places, but mostly just close enough to feel the heat of each others' skin in the narrow space between them. One of her hands moved to rest lightly on his upper arm and the other came up to touch his neck and jaw gently with their lips met. She closed her eyes and lingered in the kiss for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and sensation and his own masculine scent around her. She deepened the touch of their mouths without thinking about it - it just seemed natural.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent's other arm moved about her shoulders, tenderly pulling her in until the space between them narrowed to nothing. He let the kiss linger on for several long moments until, finally, he pulled back just enough to sigh softly.

[Alicent Feyther]

The evening wasn't cold, but when they broke apart, Alicent noticed how much warmer she felt even than that. Her face was flushed, looking up toward him, eyes still half-lidded after the kiss. The hand touched his face moved back to brush through his hair. She just breathed, catching what had been lost, not wanting to break the moment by speaking. She licked her lips lightly, though. She wanted that again...