[D5 LE] Parchment and Quill

[Alicent Feyther]

She traced a finger across his hand where it rested. "You'll have to tell me how you've prepared for the one I have in mind for the future..."

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LE 5 Intrigue - Persuasion (Charm): 4d6+2 13
LE 5 Intrigue - Attractive reroll: 1d6 4
Total: 16+5=21 = 3 Margins

4 x 3 = 12 - 1 = 11 Composure Damage

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

Cortney's breath trembled, his composure shattered, "I- I should not sully such beautiful ears with my coarseness, Lady Alicent."


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Cortney's Current Disposition becomes "Amorous"
Cortney's Base Disposition becomes "Amiable"

[Alicent Feyther]

"Coarseness...? I can only judge that for myself if I know your thoughts," she noted, her teeth catching the edge of her lip.

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

He leaned closer, eyes on her lip as she bit it, his breathing was rising. As his face hovered just a breath away from hers, he gently cupped the back of her head. Yet, he hesitated.

[Alicent Feyther]

She leaned in, brushing her lips across his, the lightest of contacts. "What's wrong...?" She murmured only for his ears.

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

Every inch of him felt too warm as she kissed him, "Lady Alicent, you don't understand." He struggled over his words, "I've never, not- not with a woman," he blurted out. Too late he realised that he could have said something about virtue and marriage, and he flushed. On top of his arousal, he felt like he was burning alive.

[Alicent Feyther]

"... Well, I guess that puts us-" She paused as she fully processed what he said. Not with a woman? So... She blinked. "With a man?" Her voice was pure interested curiosity.

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

That seemed to break the mood somewhat, though it did nothing to help straining arousal that made his breeches uncomfortably tight. If anything, thinking back to Elwood's visit to the Stormlands, though the heir had proved untouchable, was making his discomfort worse. Nodding, "yes, with men," he confirmed.

[Alicent Feyther]

She considered the idea and leans forward to kiss him again, longer and more firm this time. She did resist the urge to note that it only made her more turned on... out loud, anyway. "Well, it isn't as though the same principles don't apply," she reasoned with a smile when she pulled back.

[Ser Cortney Penrose]

Her cinnamon scent filled his senses, his hands ran down her back, stopping just short of the swell of her rear. Unbidden, the thought rose in his mind, Alicent's skin was so soft and pale, he envisioned bending her forward over the edge of-- he forced the thought away with difficulty, drawing back from her kiss. He shifted uncomfortably.