The need for breath eventually broke them apart, and Guinevere rested her forehead against Jon's, softly panting with parted lips. She forced her hands to release him, but slid fingers over his shoulders to rest against the front of his tunic, warm from the heat of his skin.
"No, Your Grace," she somewhat regretfully agreed, "we shouldn't...we shouldn't risk it." Because tensions were already high enough, and adding more fuel to that fire would be folly indeed. "We must be...we must be wise, I think." Which didn't mean rutting right here against the bailey wall where anyone might see and hear. Guinevere licked her lower lip, still tasting him on her tongue.
"We...we need to wait. Your Grace. Jon." But her fingers curled just the slightest into the heavy fabric of Jon's outer tunic. "Will you escort me back to my chambers, then?" And pray to the Old Gods and the New that she had the resolve to keep from pulling him right into them with her.
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Date: 2019-09-05 08:34 pm (UTC)"No, Your Grace," she somewhat regretfully agreed, "we shouldn't...we shouldn't risk it." Because tensions were already high enough, and adding more fuel to that fire would be folly indeed. "We must be...we must be wise, I think." Which didn't mean rutting right here against the bailey wall where anyone might see and hear. Guinevere licked her lower lip, still tasting him on her tongue.
"We...we need to wait. Your Grace. Jon." But her fingers curled just the slightest into the heavy fabric of Jon's outer tunic. "Will you escort me back to my chambers, then?" And pray to the Old Gods and the New that she had the resolve to keep from pulling him right into them with her.