your trusty guardian’s voice cuts off mid-sentence because of the feverish way you smash your lips against his own the second you reach the sanctuary that are your private chambers. he doesn’t move them, his lips, consequently preventing the kiss from deepening any more than it should, but nonetheless remains in place, dutifully allowing you to get your fill.

“you’ve stolen the words right from my mouth, my fearsome knight,” you utter, impatiently moving lower to kiss his neck now. if you were to remain in one place for just a smidge longer, perhaps you’d feel how quick of a pulse you’ve given him with your ungodly actions. “allow me to sate you in the way that the girls that work in the kitchens whisper about. please.”

“my lady, what you’re asking of me… i am nowhere near worthy to feel the lips of someone of high status as you on my body, nowhere near-” the air that escapes his lungs comes out in the form of a hitched breath. you’re sinking your teeth into his throat like a hound on a hunt.

it’s a clear night and moonlight seeps through the windows, painting the wall that you’ve cornered your unfortunate lover against a pale silver. it somewhat succeeds in mellowing the flush that is beginning to adorn the knight’s cheeks, but when you caress his face so that you can look him in the eyes, you can still feel the strength of the heat rolling off of his skin.

“please,” you repeat whilst licking the now-aching spot, tired of formalities. “i’ve never had to ask for anything in my life, but if seeing me beg is what you wish for, i will do so without hesitation.”

before he can reply, you drop to your knees before him, skirts pooling onto the floor around you with the movement. he immediately bends to pick you back up, horrified of what you’ve done, but your fingers are already reaching for his belt.