[D7 LE] Romance by the River

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He read what he thought to be desire in her violet eyes, dark in the night, but glimmering with the moonbeams that played around them, silver as her hair. Leaning in, Lorent kissed her, more firmly than before.

[Alicent Feyther]

He'd read correctly. The second kiss elicited an enthusiastic response from Alicent, the other hand coming up to his face now, as if so needful for the touch of his mouth that she didn't want him to get away. Rather than pulling away to inhale, their lips only parted briefly for it, and when they met again, her mouth opened a little, drawing him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. It felt like some sort of cursed feast - the more she consumed, the more she wanted. During the next parting, she murmured his name against his lips like a small prayer. "... Lorent..." She didn't seem to be asking anything in particular, just sort of tasting it without the formality.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

The knight smiled, one corner of his lips turning up. He drew back, enough to look down at her in the moonlight, drinking in her beauty. “Lady Alicent, would you do me the honour of lunch, tomorrow, in a public place, under the watchful and judgemental eyes of everyone, that we might have a proper conversation, as a knight to a lady? I fear if we keep meeting like this,” he trailed off, I fear that I am becoming enamoured with a figment of my imagination.

[Alicent Feyther]

Well, that took her out of the moment. She looked slightly grumpy, but it cleared as she let out a breath and ran a hand through her hair. "... All right. I'll even bring my sister in law as a chaperone." If he wanted it as painfully formal and proper as possible, she could accommodate that. "You'll have to help me along with that, because I have no idea what a proper conversation between a knight and a lady is even supposed to be like."

She sighed and shook her head. "I hope you appreciate how much I have to like you to allow myself to be gawked at by strangers at your request. I get enough of it already because of whatever cruel trick of ancestry made me look like this."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

“Don’t judge me too harshly,” he answered genuinely, “I would sweep you away like it was still the Age of Heroes, but my mother would just make me bring you back, so I must do this properly.” He touched her cheek, “let them stare, for my eyes will be fixed to you as well.”

[Alicent Feyther]

"It would be a bit silly for me to judge you harshly for doing the proper thing," she replied, giving a slightly self-effacing chuckle. This was the first time she'd felt a bit ashamed for wanting what she did. Shame and frustration warring in her kept her eyes down when he touched her cheek, even as she smiled a little at his reassurance. "That does make me feel a little better."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent tenderly lifted her chin so she was looking at him once more, "but it's not tomorrow yet," the words came out in a soft murmur, barely formed, as he leaned in to kiss her again.

[Alicent Feyther]

Her eyes moved shyly up to his, but she felt welcomed again by the passion she saw there. She didn't have time to respond, so she instead just melted back into kissing him. She finally responded in the paused for breath, murmuring, "You'll need more... than a kiss... to make up for... making me all self-conscious... right in the middle of things..."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He cradled her head gently, "what would you have of me?" he breathed, "I am your humble servant."

[Alicent Feyther]

She flushed deeply and swallowed, taking a steadying breath before finally whispering, "I would like to see some of the passion you hinted at before..." She wasn't sure how he'd react, but... If he didn't like who she was, better to know now.