[D7 LE] Romance by the River

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

The knight inhaled sharply through his teeth, "Lady Alicent," his arm encircled her waist, pulling her against his body, letting the young woman feel for herself the answer in his loins. "Are you certain? I would never permit it be said that someone took your virtue like a thief in the night."

[Alicent Feyther]

She reached up and rand her fingers through his hair, leaning up onto the tips of her toes and drawing his forehead to touch her, looking up into his eyes. "They'd be wrong if they said so. But I suppose no one can say a word if you make good on making off with me to Rosecrown," she replied, passion, affection, and just a bit of playfulness. Then, very sincerely, "I'm certain."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent's breath shuddered, his voice seemed to catch in his throat, as if he would have preferred not to speak, "at least permit me to lay down my cloak, I'd hate to see such a beautiful dress stained by the grass..."

[Alicent Feyther]

She nodded and smiled softly. Instead of letting him do so, though, she started undoing the cloak herself, showing him her seriousness... and taking the first step in the slow divestment of both of their clothes. "I can accept that," she whispered softly against his lips before stepping back, handing him the cloak now in her hands.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He shook out the cloak, letting it flutter to the ground, too impatient to ensure that it was lying smoothly. He turned and pulled Alicent into his arms once more, kissing her more deeply now, not needing to hold back.

[Alicent Feyther]

She was in just as much of a hurry. Freed from anxiety and expectations, she threw all of her passion into the kiss, opening her mouth to his kiss and caressing his tongue with hers. Her hands reached up into his hair, holding onto him like he was vital for her very life. She pressed herself tightly against him, not shying away from the increasingly obvious presence pressing against her hip.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

His hands were on her hips, holding her firmly against his growing need, then they were sliding down, cupping under her rear and lifting her gently off her feet. Careful of her skirts, he lowered himself on one knee to lay her down amongst the folds of his cloak.

[Alicent Feyther]

She caught his lower lip and sucked it gently before letting go to partially lay down. Not before partially undoing his doublet, though. Finally she lay back, looking up at him with a flushed face, eyes hooded and lips parted slightly, breathing more heavily from before. Even if her arousal wasn't as physically obvious as his, her expression, and the way her hips shifted when she lay back made it clearly apparent how much she wanted him.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent groaned, almost a purr, a growl, pulling the doublet open the rest of the way and all but tearing it off. The movement of her body, her scent, her eyes, were testing the limits of his control, but that beautiful dress was proving helpful. Had it unlaced in the front, had it been cut low enough that he might have released the pale flesh of her breasts, then he might not have been able to restrain himself.

As it was, he gently inched Alicent's skirts upwards, easing the fabric around her hips towards her waist. As tailored fit forced him to slow down, it also gave him opportunity to savour the sweet anticipation.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent arched her back, lifting her chest toward him as he began to work her skirts up, turning her arms to untie the laces in the back that gave the dress it's closely tailored appearance. It made the slow reveal of her leg a little bit quicker, but not too much. The slow draw of her skirt up slowly revealed her graceful legs, pale skin lit a bit by the moonlight above them. It reminded her a little of the previous day when he had worked her skirt up to her knees. She'd thought about him doing this very thing then, and she let out a soft, vocalized sigh in satisfaction. Her hands moved down and stroked invitingly over his arms.