alicent & theoden / worship you ‘cause honey you’re like gold 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 , 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝.
alicent is quiet in her contentment, but the nature of the way he loves her is always tactile; borne of too much time being denied and later denying himself of her touch. their afterglow is always spent with him kissing her, touching and often even teasing her into another coupling. tonight is no different, and although he knows they’re both spent and should sleep, that he should leave her, considering how exhausted her condition is making her, he can’t stop. she doesn’t do much to resist anyways and she doesn’t stop him from sliding his fingers through her hair as her forehead rests on his bicep, can’t stop peppering kisses all over her neck and cheeks, can’t pull away from her.
she sighs, sleepy and relaxed, lightly grazing her lips along his own, smiling softly as she settles close to him. she slides a hand across the bed to intertwine their fingers and brings their joined hands to kiss his knuckles, eyes still closed. she lets him tuck her against his chest when he rolls over.
pulling the furs over their bodies, theo brings a hand to her hair again, lightly caressing the locks and slowly lulling her to sleep. the heat of his palm against her belly is the last thing she feels right before her dreams takes her.
