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There was no point in hiding what was; cool eyes remaining locked with hers. It’s nearly impossible to hide the intimidation that’s stirred up from a woman as beautiful as her, but still he manages to keep up his collected composure. “I’m in no rush.” He tells her. “Figure it won’t matter to the right woman; the immunity in a slasher flick ain’t a bad bonus either.”
There’s a half smile on his lips, eyes glancing away for a moment. His heart beats faster the closer he feels her approach, the warmth of her touch capturing his breath within his chest. A part of him tells him to pull back, but he knows that’s what she wants. To make him uneasy….nervous. Isn’t that the game she plays?
He looks up into her eyes, no fear written in his own, but curiosity instead. “You know, until today, we hadn’t spoken before. So what does it matter what I am thinking or not?” He asks, brow furrowing as he questions her. “You’re right. There’s a lot on my mind; and I’d be lying to say part of it isn’t about how stunning you are.”
A firm, skinny hand comes to rest on top of hers, digits grasping her hand in his gently. “You’re more than stunning. You’re fierce, like a lion. Strong, more than the world around you seems to realize. Smart…no one in class seems to dare mess with you, and I don’t blame ‘em.“ He chuckles and glances away for a second. “What I’d like to do to you…is show you exactly how much worth I think you are.”
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Surprise colored Cersei’s features at his response, and for a moment, she was slightly impressed by the confidence. Most men were in such a rush to prove their masculinity by bedding as many women as possible. He not only admitted to being inexperienced, but also seemed confident in himself enough to remain that way. And to find humor in it rather than bemoan it. He was different than other men. Or so it would seem.
Though, he did seem to have the same sort of reaction to Cersei moving closer to him. Naturally, he complimented her beauty first. She knew that she was beautiful. It seemed to be one of only two compliments her father knew, the other being to praise her for acting like a Lannister. She was beautiful. Every other day, she was told that she was beautiful. It didn’t matter if her grades were as good as Tyrion’s. It was always how pretty she was.
“They’d never mess with me because of who my father is.” Cersei replied, a stiff smile on her lips. The shadow of Tywin Lannister loomed large, protecting everything that was covered by it’s wake, but leaving a layer of darkness over it all as well. One day, Cersei would make certain that she shone more brightly than Tywin’s shadow could cloak.
But it seemed that one had started to see more than a pretty face hidden under Tywin’s shadow. Still, such a thought somewhat baffled Cersei, that Steve of all people could see something more to her than what the masses could. She could not understand it, so she could not accept it. “Well I’m worth quite a lot. It might break your budget.” she replied with a raised chin as she sized him up.
She was a goddess in his eyes,completely above the beauty of anything found in this world.Her golden locks and royalty smile like something out of a renaissance painting; a powerful queen in the halls of Versailles, sculpted to perfection. “You’re more than who your father is.” He says confidently, nothing but truth overlaying the words he spoke.
For a moment, her words drive him back, bring him to hesitate, to ponder going forth, and yet, there’s something magnetic about Cersei that continues to draw him in. “I know I don’t have much. But, just give me the day of a chance. You might be surprised by what money can’t buy.”
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