[ He came to her room tonight with an intention, a curiosity. Something that he'd hoped carried with her blooming confidence and that spark of determination he'd seen in her. A confidence now seeded with doubt. What she thinks might make things better is slowly making it worse. Like some cursed utterance he continues to deny which seems to come back tenfold. While she can no longer ignore his urge to step away, he can no longer ignore her desperation to keep him there.
So lovingly trapped between her legs as he's slowly losing the fight in the way she drags him down. As the press of her leg against his side rises higher, his hand sinks lower and deeper beyond the tresses of her nightgown and the widening of the back of her thigh. The kisses shared between them grow coarse and feverous enough to leave him catching breaths in between. She's clambering for the control. One he'd been so easily ready to give her now sours in the taste of his mouth. Her strength can hardly match his own but manages to bend him further down at the waist. Only so soon he realizes she isn't going to give up this fight.
Daemon releases his hand from her thigh to press back down against the bed before she can tip his balance. His weight shifts back again so far as her reach allows, breaking his head away from the kiss to dip his chin down in a way that grazes his forehead against her cheek.]
Rhaenyra. [ The way he speaks her name says everything and nothing. Exhausted, reprimanding, regretful. At least this time choosing to speak first instead of storm away. Not yet trying to disentangle himself, but it's now inevitable.]
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So lovingly trapped between her legs as he's slowly losing the fight in the way she drags him down. As the press of her leg against his side rises higher, his hand sinks lower and deeper beyond the tresses of her nightgown and the widening of the back of her thigh. The kisses shared between them grow coarse and feverous enough to leave him catching breaths in between. She's clambering for the control. One he'd been so easily ready to give her now sours in the taste of his mouth. Her strength can hardly match his own but manages to bend him further down at the waist. Only so soon he realizes she isn't going to give up this fight.
Daemon releases his hand from her thigh to press back down against the bed before she can tip his balance. His weight shifts back again so far as her reach allows, breaking his head away from the kiss to dip his chin down in a way that grazes his forehead against her cheek.]
Rhaenyra. [ The way he speaks her name says everything and nothing. Exhausted, reprimanding, regretful. At least this time choosing to speak first instead of storm away. Not yet trying to disentangle himself, but it's now inevitable.]