𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄  &&  the next floris feels an arm wrap about her , the press of lips against her collarbone that travel, slowly , up the expanse of her throat.   almost instantly her mind was taken off of whatever had become background noise  &&  focused itself against the sensation against her skin.    it felt like electricity, a buzzing hum that made her heart pick up pace  &&  her breath become uneven.    (   how   𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂   it was to rile her up, to make her yearn.    a few kisses to her skin, the touch of a hand, or words whispered against her ear  &&  mind can think of nothing else  !     was she yearning for intimacy or just him ?   the biggest question on her brain since all of this started.   )     ;      surely aemond can feel the quickened pace of her heart under the touch of his lips, surely he can sense how he makes her feel.   eyes closed, a pleased sigh passing her lips at a kiss to pulse point.   his other hand, the one that had caressed her side, comes to press against the other side of her throat.   slender fingers grasp slightly at the back of her head as if to press her   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚁   into his mouth:   ❝  do you think that’s such a good idea ?  ❞   more of a tease than a genuine concern.   body is being lowered against the couch, his weight pressing against her own. another contented sign,   ❝  you’re no fair ,  ❞   a tiny whine ,  ❝  you know my neck is —  ❞   words stop suddenly as kisses turn into licking , a sucking motion that’s sure to leave a mark  !   his action illicit  a moan,   ❝  hmmm  !  —   i still have bite marks from last time.  ❞   that is on her inner thigh  &&  not her neck.

     crawling onto it , woman comes to face him on her knees as body leans back against heels.   firelight illuminates her features , her body cast under a orange hue  &&  nightgown sheer enough that you could see the shape of it underneath.   floris hadn’t ever the courage to so openly vocalize what she wanted , to tell it to him so plainly in the hopes he might indulge her.   aemond was always the one who knew more , but now her eyes had been opened.   ❝  i want you to . . to take me from behind.  ❞    pink threatened to dust her cheeks, but she endured  &&  rises to rest only on her knees.   fingers dance against the leather of his belt, face leans forward:   ❝  i don’t want you to make love to me tonight ,  ❞   even though they both know it’ll still be that regardless of how it’s done.    lips linger agonizingly close to his own, but floris doesn’t kiss him. she wants to rile him up, make him chase her.   ❝  i want you to   𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴   me.  ❞  fingertips brush against the skin of his stomach ,  ❝ . . . until all i can even think about is you. until i’m a mess.  ❞