Ayleth felt her heart hammering in her chest as she stared up at Khal Drogo, chest rising and falling hard as she waited for whatever would happen next. Her stomach was still flipping anxiously, as if they hadn’t already performed this dance before. Maybe it was because lying beneath him was one of the few times in her life where she didn’t feel like she was completely in control. The thought of him taking advantage of that frightened her a bit, even though she knew if he ever crossed her badly enough, she could easily set him straight or prove just how cross with him.
When he dropped to his knees and grabbed her ankle to pull her toward him with little struggle, she stared fearlessly up at him, lips still pulled up into a coy little grin. Something about the way he was handling her and the way he was looking at her lit something in her that no man had ever done. Men before him had looked at her like an object, like she was some trinket to sit on a shelf and look but. Perhaps she was imagining it, but he seemed to be gazing at her like she had true worth. As his hands grasped at her hips, she could guess where this was going next.
A gasp left her as he flipped her over, lifting her face from the furs a bit. Ayleth let out a soft moan as he pressed against her, expecting him to not waste any time and press inside. Instead, when he paused, her brow furrowed a bit as she tried to figure out what he was doing. She almost wanted to turn her head to look at him, to try and read into what he was thinking. Before she could even turn her head, he was pressing his back against her and she drew in a slow, regulated breath of air. Her back arched instinctively as his hand met her breast, causing just enough friction between the two of them that another soft noise left her. The anticipation was slowly driving her nuts.
Ayleth’s eyes slipped shut when he spoke, swallowing hard at the rush of warmth that coursed through her even before his mouth met her skin. An audible sigh left her as his teeth met her skin, hips rocking back against his on their own to try and find any sort of friction she could. What little was there still wasn’t enough for her. Though she found the language very attractive and she could listen to him talk all day, now was not the time for talking. She was tempted to snatch control back from him, to flip them over and to show him how impatient she was. Instead, she remained still, turning her head just enough to shoot him a look from the corner of her eye.
“No,” she said in a soft voice. She had already been coiled tightly as it was and now this anticipation was nearly killing her.
Jon couldn’t help but to smile at himself at the reaction his trying to wake Anaris up garnered. Granted, there was a slight tinge of sadness that came with it, knowing that she must have been wandering for a long time if she was taking this long to wake up. This could have been incredibly awkward, but if anything, he found it sort of endearing, even if she wasn’t completely aware of where she was. “As much as I’d like to let you sleep, we’ve got to get moving,” he said softly, grinning down at her.
The grin quickly dropped when he felt her tense against his side, brows lifted slightly as he waited for what her reaction was going to be. When she pulled away from him, he kept his gaze on her, nervous that he’d done something wrong by the way she was reacting. “No, I understand,” he told her, shaking his head slowly as he watched her, “I didn’t mind at all.” He offered her a small grin, glad that she wasn’t freaking out in his general direction. Without saying much, he plucked the shearling collar from his shoulder and seated it on Anaris’ shoulders instead. He pulled his lips between his teeth for a moment as he cleared his throat and slowly got to his feet.
A soft groan left him at just how stiff he felt after sleeping in the same position all night. Pausing a moment, he drew in a deep breath of air and let his gaze wander over the surrounding area, just to be sure they weren’t being watched or followed. He kicked a bit of snow over the ashes, just to be sure nothing was left smoldering and that nothing would catch after they left the area. That would be a surefire way they’d leave behind hints that they’d been there. He glanced over to Anaris as she reached out to Ghost, giving him a bit of attention. Jon grinned slightly as he watched her for a moment before turning away, grinning to himself.
As she spoke again, his eyes slipped over to her and he shook his head a bit. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he told her softly, offering her another smile. He held her gaze as she looked at him, letting out a quiet laugh as she continued on. “And risk the both of us dying of the cold? Not a chance,” he replied, eyes locked on hers for a moment before he cleared his throat again and glanced around again. “Like I’ve said. I didn’t mind. We can’t control what we do when we’re sleeping,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Yes, we should,” he told her softly, offering her a hand to help her to her feet. He was sure to get some comment about his chivalry, but he still very much had the mindset that women deserved to be treated with respect. He wasn’t doing anything different than anything else he’d ever been taught and no amount of smart-mouthing from her could change his ways.
When he dropped to his knees and grabbed her ankle to pull her toward him with little struggle, she stared fearlessly up at him, lips still pulled up into a coy little grin. Something about the way he was handling her and the way he was looking at her lit something in her that no man had ever done. Men before him had looked at her like an object, like she was some trinket to sit on a shelf and look but. Perhaps she was imagining it, but he seemed to be gazing at her like she had true worth. As his hands grasped at her hips, she could guess where this was going next.
A gasp left her as he flipped her over, lifting her face from the furs a bit. Ayleth let out a soft moan as he pressed against her, expecting him to not waste any time and press inside. Instead, when he paused, her brow furrowed a bit as she tried to figure out what he was doing. She almost wanted to turn her head to look at him, to try and read into what he was thinking. Before she could even turn her head, he was pressing his back against her and she drew in a slow, regulated breath of air. Her back arched instinctively as his hand met her breast, causing just enough friction between the two of them that another soft noise left her. The anticipation was slowly driving her nuts.
Ayleth’s eyes slipped shut when he spoke, swallowing hard at the rush of warmth that coursed through her even before his mouth met her skin. An audible sigh left her as his teeth met her skin, hips rocking back against his on their own to try and find any sort of friction she could. What little was there still wasn’t enough for her. Though she found the language very attractive and she could listen to him talk all day, now was not the time for talking. She was tempted to snatch control back from him, to flip them over and to show him how impatient she was. Instead, she remained still, turning her head just enough to shoot him a look from the corner of her eye.
“No,” she said in a soft voice. She had already been coiled tightly as it was and now this anticipation was nearly killing her.
Jon couldn’t help but to smile at himself at the reaction his trying to wake Anaris up garnered. Granted, there was a slight tinge of sadness that came with it, knowing that she must have been wandering for a long time if she was taking this long to wake up. This could have been incredibly awkward, but if anything, he found it sort of endearing, even if she wasn’t completely aware of where she was. “As much as I’d like to let you sleep, we’ve got to get moving,” he said softly, grinning down at her.
The grin quickly dropped when he felt her tense against his side, brows lifted slightly as he waited for what her reaction was going to be. When she pulled away from him, he kept his gaze on her, nervous that he’d done something wrong by the way she was reacting. “No, I understand,” he told her, shaking his head slowly as he watched her, “I didn’t mind at all.” He offered her a small grin, glad that she wasn’t freaking out in his general direction. Without saying much, he plucked the shearling collar from his shoulder and seated it on Anaris’ shoulders instead. He pulled his lips between his teeth for a moment as he cleared his throat and slowly got to his feet.
A soft groan left him at just how stiff he felt after sleeping in the same position all night. Pausing a moment, he drew in a deep breath of air and let his gaze wander over the surrounding area, just to be sure they weren’t being watched or followed. He kicked a bit of snow over the ashes, just to be sure nothing was left smoldering and that nothing would catch after they left the area. That would be a surefire way they’d leave behind hints that they’d been there. He glanced over to Anaris as she reached out to Ghost, giving him a bit of attention. Jon grinned slightly as he watched her for a moment before turning away, grinning to himself.
As she spoke again, his eyes slipped over to her and he shook his head a bit. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he told her softly, offering her another smile. He held her gaze as she looked at him, letting out a quiet laugh as she continued on. “And risk the both of us dying of the cold? Not a chance,” he replied, eyes locked on hers for a moment before he cleared his throat again and glanced around again. “Like I’ve said. I didn’t mind. We can’t control what we do when we’re sleeping,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Yes, we should,” he told her softly, offering her a hand to help her to her feet. He was sure to get some comment about his chivalry, but he still very much had the mindset that women deserved to be treated with respect. He wasn’t doing anything different than anything else he’d ever been taught and no amount of smart-mouthing from her could change his ways.
July 4th, 2017 at 02:09am