[Rhaenyra is acting on pure instinct, what feels good and what she wants to do. She knows just a bit more about bodies from the first time they moved like this, but even this is different. Criston was fun, Criston was a want to fill the gaping hole Daemon left in his place. But having Daemon carry her to her bed himself is an entirely different level of intimacy than even she was expecting. She can feel his forehead against her head as she kisses along his skin, sucking gently where his neck meets his shoulder.
The warmth between them seems to spread in her body, that pressure between her legs mounting. She's ready to try and lift her legs or move them between hers until she feels him hit her bed. Rhaenyra hadn't realized they had gotten that far, though it really only took a few steps. To her, she's been so wrapped up in him, wanting only more.
It's not the most ceremonious, being all but dropped on her bed. It gives her a little bounce as she lands, propped up on her elbows to look up at him. Her hair is a little fussed already, cheeks flushed, but wearing a wide smile. The warmer months mean her gown is thinner, though of course nothing too scandalous. It sits softly over her, still revealing enough. She lifts her chin to look up at him, but does not wait long before she's trying to pull him to her, unable to let too much time draw past. Part of her is too worried that if he stops and thinks again, he'll leave her there like before.]
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The warmth between them seems to spread in her body, that pressure between her legs mounting. She's ready to try and lift her legs or move them between hers until she feels him hit her bed. Rhaenyra hadn't realized they had gotten that far, though it really only took a few steps. To her, she's been so wrapped up in him, wanting only more.
It's not the most ceremonious, being all but dropped on her bed. It gives her a little bounce as she lands, propped up on her elbows to look up at him. Her hair is a little fussed already, cheeks flushed, but wearing a wide smile. The warmer months mean her gown is thinner, though of course nothing too scandalous. It sits softly over her, still revealing enough. She lifts her chin to look up at him, but does not wait long before she's trying to pull him to her, unable to let too much time draw past. Part of her is too worried that if he stops and thinks again, he'll leave her there like before.]