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Hump Day

Jun 04, 2013 23:00

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Discipline, Jaime/Sansa, M pinkimartini June 6 2013, 05:17:13 UTC

This is the way she liked it. He allowed her to have control over him. This was the power that Cersei had told her about. Sansa didn't believe it when she was young and living at King's Landing. But those days were long gone and she traded a lioness for a lion in her bed. He watched her with his green eyes, he trained his gaze on the expression of her face. Every hitch of breath, the movement of her body as she rocked against his length...he was memorizing it, cataloging it for later. His hand clawed at her back, she arched against him and let out a cry. He gripped her body tight when he sat up and held her in place while he pumped inside her repeatedly. She was breathless when she said his name, the room filled with their heavy breathing and the sound of their slick bodies meeting with every thrust ( ... )

Re: Discipline, Jaime/Sansa, M jainalannister June 6 2013, 08:00:03 UTC

I really liked this, it was lovely

Re: Discipline, Jaime/Sansa, M pinkimartini June 6 2013, 14:56:51 UTC

Thank you. I posted it over at AO3 as well but think I may have to add a bit more since it blends with the previous Hump Day post.

Midnight, Stannis/Jon, R, 1/2 linndechir June 7 2013, 00:22:40 UTC

I'm a bit late to the party. I also turned this cute prompt into an angsty mess. And it's late here, so my apologies for any typos I overlooked.Jon shifted in the darkness, closer to Stannis and the warmth of his body now that the fire had almost gone out. Placed a kiss on the back of his neck, so light that he hoped it wouldn't wake him, but Stannis still twitched and turned his head a little ( ... )

Midnight, Stannis/Jon, R, 2/2 linndechir June 7 2013, 00:23:28 UTC

Stannis' lips moved against Jon's neck and disrupted his brooding, and Jon thought he heard Stannis mutter his name. His first name, even, and Stannis used that rarely enough, even at night. Jon groaned quietly, and his back arched under Stannis' hands. Part of him felt guilty for wanting more right now, when Stannis seemed just desperate for any human touch at all, but Jon was young, and the touch of those calloused hands was bringing back memories of earlier that night, of other nights when those hands had shoved him into walls, grabbed his clothes or his hair or his neck while Stannis' mouth had clashed against his. And after all it had been Stannis who had pulled him close, who kept him there even as Jon began squirming in his lap, who didn't stop him now when Jon reached down between them to wrap his fingers around Stannis' cock ( ... )