[D5 LE] Parchment and Quill

[Alicent Feyther]

She ran her tongue over her lips. Her body was uncomfortably warm, as well, and she shifted where she sat. Her breath was a little stronger as she stroked a hand over his cheek. She thought back to Lorent earlier and she felt conflicted again, despite her arousal. Damn that beautiful man for showing up when he did, she cursed internally. As long as he didn't impregnate her, though...

She leaned forward and kissed him again, catching his lower lip and sucking on it briefly before letting it go. She murmured, "Ser Cortney, would you do me the honor of escorting me back to my tent? Perhaps I can offer you a cup of wine while you're there...?"

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

There was no mistaking her meaning, and he groaned softly. Getting to his feet, his tunic not able to conceal his desire for her at such close quarters, he offered a hand, "may I?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She rose and put her hand in his. "Please."

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

He linked arms with Alicent and they strolled towards the pavilions, taking pains to shorten his stride. Just a knight escorting a lady on a dark evening, restraining his urgency.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent followed his pace, still nervous and unsure, but smiling to herself as they walked.

/scene