oneΒ wouldΒ needΒ toΒ beΒ deafΒ toΒ haveΒ sleptΒ throughΒ theΒ ruckusΒ madeΒ byΒ ladyΒ tullyΒ inΒ theΒ mornings,Β beΒ itΒ withinΒ theirΒ modestΒ keepΒ orΒ theirΒ assignedΒ roomsΒ inΒ riverrun,Β andΒ heΒ wasΒ notΒ soΒ foolishΒ asΒ toΒ believeΒ thatΒ herΒ tendencyΒ toΒ riseΒ withΒ theΒ sunΒ wouldΒ fadeΒ withΒ theΒ changeΒ inΒ sceneryΒ βΒ evenΒ so,Β toΒ theΒ travel - wearyΒ sorenessΒ ofΒ hisΒ limbs,Β sheΒ wasΒ beingΒ quiteΒ rudeΒ indeedΒ toΒ rouseΒ himΒ fromΒ aΒ well - deservedΒ slumberΒ withΒ herΒ fussingΒ atΒ theΒ footΒ ofΒ theirΒ sharedΒ bed.Β anΒ eyeΒ crackedΒ openΒ atΒ aΒ particularlyΒ loudΒ noise,Β worriedΒ thatΒ heΒ hadΒ somehowΒ irritatedΒ herΒ withΒ hisΒ persistentΒ refusalΒ toΒ shakeΒ offΒ theΒ drowsyΒ remnantsΒ ofΒ half - wakefulnessΒ butΒ thereΒ wasΒ noΒ tensionΒ inΒ herΒ limbsΒ asΒ sheΒ movedΒ withΒ purpose,Β armsΒ ladenΒ withΒ clothingΒ andΒ mapsΒ alike.Β imitatingΒ aΒ ratherΒ smugΒ andΒ predatoryΒ feline,Β heΒ stretchesΒ acrossΒ theΒ mattressΒ withΒ theΒ languidΒ lazinessΒ ofΒ aΒ secondΒ sonΒ withΒ nothingΒ betterΒ toΒ doΒ withΒ hisΒ days,Β watchingΒ throughΒ aΒ half - shutΒ eyeΒ asΒ hisΒ wifeΒ patteredΒ aroundΒ theirΒ roomΒ inΒ variousΒ statesΒ ofΒ undressΒ untilΒ sheΒ isΒ forcedΒ toΒ approachΒ theΒ bed,Β bothΒ toΒ shakeΒ himΒ awakeΒ andΒ toΒ demandΒ hisΒ assistanceΒ inΒ herΒ dressing,Β undoubtedly.
theΒ paperΒ isΒ coarseΒ acrossΒ theΒ bareΒ expanseΒ ofΒ hisΒ chest,Β foldedΒ cornersΒ pokingΒ intoΒ skinΒ lightlyΒ andΒ heΒ huffsΒ outΒ aΒ breathΒ ofΒ falseΒ annoyanceΒ asΒ theΒ mattressΒ dipsΒ inΒ oneΒ cornerΒ withΒ herΒ additionalΒ weight.Β naturallyΒ (Β andΒ ratherΒ quicklyΒ ),Β anΒ armΒ windsΒ itselfΒ aroundΒ herΒ waist,Β pullingΒ herΒ closerΒ toΒ hisΒ torsoΒ withΒ littleΒ mindΒ forΒ theΒ largeΒ map,Β nowΒ carelesslyΒ crushedΒ betweenΒ them.Β βΒ mhmΒ β¦Β no.Β βΒ heΒ couldΒ pretendΒ thatΒ heΒ hadΒ reachedΒ outΒ forΒ herΒ inΒ concern,Β notΒ wantingΒ herΒ toΒ entangleΒ herselfΒ inΒ theΒ lengthΒ ofΒ hisΒ sprawledΒ limbsΒ and fallΒ overΒ onΒ theΒ mattressΒ butΒ benjicotΒ cannotΒ beΒ botheredΒ toΒ feignΒ remorseΒ forΒ hisΒ actions,Β deliberatelyΒ trappingΒ herΒ furtherΒ byΒ throwingΒ aΒ legΒ overΒ herΒ own.Β βΒ andΒ theyΒ wonderΒ whyΒ weΒ doΒ notΒ needΒ aΒ maidΒ toΒ wakeΒ usΒ upΒ β¦Β howΒ canΒ suchΒ aΒ smallΒ personΒ makeΒ soΒ muchΒ noiseΒ inΒ theΒ morning,Β hmmΒ ?Β β
withΒ myrandaΒ inΒ hisΒ arms,Β warmΒ andΒ snugΒ andΒ squirmingΒ delightfully,Β heΒ seesΒ veryΒ littleΒ reasonΒ toΒ actuallyΒ riseΒ evenΒ ifΒ heΒ isΒ moreΒ awakeΒ nowΒ thanΒ heΒ hadΒ beenΒ aΒ fewΒ minutesΒ prior,Β verdantΒ huesΒ brighteningΒ inΒ theΒ morningΒ glowΒ asΒ heΒ nosesΒ hisΒ wayΒ throughΒ herΒ hairΒ toΒ herΒ cheekΒ andΒ theΒ sideΒ ofΒ herΒ neck.Β βΒ stayΒ inΒ bed,Β sweetheart.Β yourΒ adventuringΒ canΒ waitΒ tillΒ later.Β β
Β Β Β Β Β it is by little that she does not burst in a stream of giggles at the very much expected position he cages her in, but even if it bubbles in her chest, myranda knows better than to feed his lethargic endeavors ( at least not at first ) so, with a vile experience, she places a hand upon his sternum, ignoring the sweaty hairs and calm heartbeat under her palm as she seeks to add breathing distance between them. "you're going to rip out my parchments, you big piece of β" myranda cuts herself off with a hitch of her breath in the struggle to reach over and push the map out of the way and out of the bed, its soft rustling noise of heavy paper spilling over the floor.
amusement is masked with a soft groan as she falls back on the oddly comfortable bed, and she can not help but to grumble a "how can you sleep so much?" it was a waste of time, after all, but to utter this when his nose is trailing at a dangerously sensitive spot in her skin is a much hard task, and she has to struggle with stifling a moan instead. the pressure of her hand on his chest grows to a less than gentle rate, pushing so his own back is upon the mattress, and she can nudge his leg, in a way she is the one straddling him, hand still pushing him down ( she does fool herself he can not switch them over to the original position with but a sudden movement, but myranda also blames it on him for indulging her into being so spoiled as the commander in the bedroom and in their relationship ).
"don't tell me you're enjoying these targaryen sheets that much." a brow raises, well matching to the tease in her voice. "that's a disgrace to the cause, longbow."
