[D7 LE] Romance by the River

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Breathing heavily, he pushed his hands up the outside of her smooth thighs, revealing them in the silver light that made her hair seem to flow like liquid. He stopped just short of uncovering her, chewing his lip as he looked down upon her delicate, shapely limbs. Lorent lowered himself down carefully beside her, weight on one elbow, finding her lips and kissing her deeply, his tongue gently seeking entrance.

As he deepened their kiss, his free hand found her knee, caressing along Alicent's sensitive skin, encouraging her thighs to part for him as well.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent pulled him close against her and deeper into the kiss, exploring his mouth more thoroughly with her tongue. Her thighs opened at his prompting, opening herself to him.

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[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

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Lorent rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and gazing at Alicent in the moonlight. He didn’t speak, just ran his fingertips down her cheek and throat to her décolletage. The corner of his mouth was turned up in that uneven smile he had.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent was still catching her breath a little bit, breathing slowly and deeply, eyes closed with a soft smile as he traced his fingers across her skin. She opened her eyes to meet his and reached up, sliding her pale fingers between his darker ones. She was the first to speak, saying in a soft voice, "... Thank you."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

“It was my pleasure and, I hope, yours,” he teased softly, knowing perfectly well that he’d applied his grandmother’s advice to its full extent. “Your request surprised me. If the gods are good, you’ll surprise me many more times yet.”

[Alicent Feyther]

"Definitely," she assured with a quiet chuckle. "My mind is still a little bit fuzzy..." She turned a little bit red at the comment about her request, looking to the side. "I'm glad you don't seem to mind... I'm sure some people would have all sorts of things to say about a lady being so direct about that."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

“I was taught that men’s words are no more important just because they tend to speak louder. I appreciate a woman who knows her mind and can speak to it. The kind of woman who can manage a household at her husband’s side, not just inhabit it.”

[Alicent Feyther]

"And I appreciate a man who's willing to take me seriously." She smiled at that and chuckled a little. "If I hadn't seen you participate in the Grand Melee, I'd swear you really were pulled from that dream by my mind, some figment of my ideal."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

His smile grew and he ran a fingertip teasingly along her thigh, "if I haven't convinced you yet I was real, perhaps I'll have to try again?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She smirked a little over toward him. "I'll have to insist. I told you you'd have to work hard, you know. Far be it for me to go back on my word."

"I wouldn't want to completely tire you out before the joust tomorrow, though."