[D7 LE] Romance by the River

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Letting his fingers glide lazily upwards, "as you wish," and he kissed her softly. "Speaking of the joust, would my Lady grant me the boon of her favour to wear tomorrow?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She returned it with a warm smile. "Of course. Hmm... I don't have a ribbon on hand..." She looked toward the pile of her discarded clothing, considering.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent grinned cheekily, "well, it need not be a ribbon, perhaps something more... personal?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She quirked and eyebrow and rolled to the side, sorting through her clothing with her back facing him for a moment before turning back, garter in hand. "Something like this?"

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He closed his fingers around the delicate garment, "this will be perfect, just like you."

[Alicent Feyther]

She rolled back over and kissed him gently, more than happy to stay like this for a little while until they really had to leave. "I hope it will give you luck."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

"The joust and everyone in it can go hang. If I used up all my luck to find you, then I'll still be a happy man," he continued to lazily, teasingly caress the places he knew she was most sensitive, watching her enchanting eyes as he did.

[Alicent Feyther]

She buried her face in his bare chest briefly to stifle a laugh at him telling the whole tournament practically to go hang, but she was smiling warmly when she looked up. "I think I'm already happy with the outcome of this tournament, myself."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Murmuring, “that being said, if I win tomorrow, I will name you my queen of love and beauty.”

[Alicent Feyther]

She smiled at that, kissing him softly. "I'd be honored... You already make me feel like one, just by your interest in me."