cont. Phedre/Oberyn [closed]

[redviperofdorne]

It is these moments, Oberyn muses, that are the very spice of life. "You needn't tell me overmuch of myself," he murmurs. "Let me speak of you instead..." He lowers his mouth, suckles a patch of exposed skin.

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[phedre_25]

Continued from here.

Oh dear - that's -- Phedre shivers, she shifts a little under him, bears her neck to give him better access. "-- Oberyn --"

It's not protest, oh no, not at all.

[redviperofdorne]

"Tell you about the taste and texture of your skin," he murmurs, "And your sweet scent, and the way you feel when you quiver underneath me..."

Oh, he loves teasing her like this.

[phedre_25]

And quiver she does - Phedre's hands reach to slip under the hem of his shirt, touch the small of his back. "I am yours," she breathes, and in that moment, it's truth.

[redviperofdorne]

"And the most priceless treasure I have ever laid eyes or hands on you are," Oberyn murmurs, and lets his tongue trace the contours of her neck, back arching up to encourage her exploring hands.