Six nights out of seven, at least. Not that Guinevere minded. Her husband was a gentle, attentive lover, always making sure of her pleasure before even considering his own. She knew she was blessed, in that regard. Her septa had educated her on tales of men who were the exact opposite, and she'd grown up believing that a woman's duty was just that; a duty to be done so ensure an heir for the family name.
She'd divested her gown on the way to the bed, and allowed Jon to tug her between the furs, nestling against him comfortably as they lay together. Soft fingers stroked his scruffy cheek, slipped into his hair, trailed down over one shoulder and kept going as he spoke, Gwen nodding her agreement with a soft smile.
"Indeed, I do," she replied in a soft voice, sighing a little and enjoying the feel of him in her arms. "But, come to think of it, we will have a cabin to ourselves, as long as you don't mind everyone else aboard hearing us." Her eyes twinkled at the thought and she gave a soft giggle, imagining the looks on a few faces.
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Date: 2021-01-04 12:31 am (UTC)She'd divested her gown on the way to the bed, and allowed Jon to tug her between the furs, nestling against him comfortably as they lay together. Soft fingers stroked his scruffy cheek, slipped into his hair, trailed down over one shoulder and kept going as he spoke, Gwen nodding her agreement with a soft smile.
"Indeed, I do," she replied in a soft voice, sighing a little and enjoying the feel of him in her arms. "But, come to think of it, we will have a cabin to ourselves, as long as you don't mind everyone else aboard hearing us." Her eyes twinkled at the thought and she gave a soft giggle, imagining the looks on a few faces.