Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part IsternflammendenMarch 20 2012, 05:03:31 UTC
Barbrey rides to Barrowton, unconcerned really if anyone sees, because her thoughts are wound around Brandon Stark’s tongue and prick. She digs in her heels, hearing the horse grunt and feeling its muscles tense beneath her thighs. She rides a-spraddle, eschewing the ladylike sidesaddle that dear sister and the other lady cousins affect. It’s so much more efficient when haste, rather than fashion, is the order. It’s a short ride, really, if you’ve the right horse, and the one that she’s stolen from her father’s stables is just right for her purposes, a palfrey intended for one of Lord Ryswell’s benefactors.
She doesn’t enter Barrowtown proper; instead she heads to the assigned meeting place that they’d agreed upon, back straight, forcing her face out of the smile that threatens to soften her features, so narrow and sharp. Birdlike, her mother had always said, and Barbrey likes to think of herself as a hawk, an eagle, all shrill cries, swooping attacks, and grasping talons. And where Brandon is concerned, that might as well be
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Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part IIsternflammendenMarch 20 2012, 05:04:08 UTC
Brandon pauses, and for a moment, she fears that her easy way with words, her unabashed vulgarity, has scandalized him. But he roars with laughter, and the hand that had spanned her waist graps her breast, teasing the nipple through the rough wool of her riding costume. She turns her head, her body, still restrained by his grip, facing front, and her lips fumble for purchase a bit, teeth grazing his chin, nipping at the bonier part of his face. When she’s able to take hold of his lip, the sharpness of her affections causes him to gasp, and the sword falls to the ground with a dull clatter
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Re: Barbrey/Brandon, Sharp enough, Part IIsternflammendenMarch 20 2012, 15:17:17 UTC
Thank you! I love Barbrey/Brandon (especially Barbrey) & I'm so happy to see more interest in fandom for this character. I've been intrigued since last July when ADWD was released.
She doesn’t enter Barrowtown proper; instead she heads to the assigned meeting place that they’d agreed upon, back straight, forcing her face out of the smile that threatens to soften her features, so narrow and sharp. Birdlike, her mother had always said, and Barbrey likes to think of herself as a hawk, an eagle, all shrill cries, swooping attacks, and grasping talons. And where Brandon is concerned, that might as well be ( ... )
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Amazing, as always!
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