It was pure instinct to slowly arch into the touch of his hand, even if there was nothing separating skin from skin this time. Her shift had ridden up along Jon's arm, leaving her bare from the waist, but Guinevere felt no trepidation, no modesty, only warmth and a rising, unfamiliar want coiling low in her belly as they kissed and touched. Slow, unhurried, thorough.
She had the first inklings that this was only the beginning, that there was so much more to explore with her new husband, if she'd only let him, and as she broke her lips from his, Guinevere finally made up her mind. Reclining on the pillows beneath her, she gazed up at her husband - and now her lover - with calm, clear eyes. "Yes," she replied simply, reaching upwards to drape both arms around his neck and coax him over her.
"I'm your wife," she said softly into the heat between them. "Yours. Now, show me what that means to you, Jon Snow. Please.."
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Date: 2019-09-12 02:16 pm (UTC)She had the first inklings that this was only the beginning, that there was so much more to explore with her new husband, if she'd only let him, and as she broke her lips from his, Guinevere finally made up her mind. Reclining on the pillows beneath her, she gazed up at her husband - and now her lover - with calm, clear eyes. "Yes," she replied simply, reaching upwards to drape both arms around his neck and coax him over her.
"I'm your wife," she said softly into the heat between them. "Yours. Now, show me what that means to you, Jon Snow. Please.."