Lara Lannister

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Tripp & Lara + Wonderwall - Oasis.

Shaking his head, he stepped up further, crowding her against the wall. “Never. Never ever.” Stepping away reluctantly, he pulled her up the stairs and into their room. 

Once inside, Lara pushed him into their bed and climbed on top of him once more. Part of her still felt that hunger to just rip their clothes off and go at it, but their heartfelt exchange left her wanting a gentler kind of sex tonight. After all, she was going to need to be quiet. Lara buttoned his shirt beneath her, and went about covering his newly exposed skin in kisses. Every once in awhile, she ventured back to his mouth and pressed her lips to his. 

Tripp smiled softly, pressing back against her lips. “Of course it’s ‘I love you.’” He squeezed her hand lightly. “I love you, Lara Lannister. Don’t ever forget it.”

Beaming from ear to ear, Lara climbed a few of the stairs and tugged Tripp behind her, "Don't you ever let me."

Tripp took her hand, and folding his legs under himself, he got to his feet. Threading his fingers through hers, Tripp tugged Lara lightly to the bottom of the staircase. “That is probably the second best phrase that you could say to me.”

"Is the best I love you? Because I do.", she said sweetly as her nose rested beside his. "I love you so much, Brandon Stark. And I always will."

"Well…" Tripp chuckled. "You’re kind of sitting on top of me." His smile was wide, the palms of his hands coming to rest on her hips.

Lara sighed and rolled off him. Once she was standing she reached out a hand to help him up, "Come on, Stark. Let's go to bed"

She giggled above him before catching his lips with hers once more. Then she took her hand away and went to straddling him, letting her hips do the job her hand just did. "So.. why don't you carry me upstairs so I can stop teasing you?"

The breath caught in Tripp’s throat, hips squirming slightly underneath her. “N-Nope. Definitely not. Definitely can’t do something like that.”

She grinned and bit her lower lip, increasing the pressure on her hand. "No? Are you sure?"

Tripp wrapped his arms tightly around her, hauling her up against his body. “Tell me about it…” He rasped, nipping at her jaw. “Jesus, how are you real?”

"Maybe I'm not..", Lar mused cheekily. "Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination.. but..", she reached down and skimmed her hand over the zipper of his pants, ".. could a figment do this?"