A Lion Still Has Claws, Jaime/Sansa, M+lainemontgomeryJune 5 2013, 18:31:16 UTC
He uses the golden hand to hold her hips in place as the real hand, the hand of flesh and blood, skates over the curve of her waist. She rocks into him and leans forward to purr her pleasure in his ear as he squeezes her arse hard enough to leave red indentations on the soft white skin. Her sharp little wolf's teeth sink into his earlobe, and he rewards her with a few light swats on her rear before coasting his hand up and around to take her supple breast in his palm.
She kisses the pulse point below his ear, sucking the skin between her lips- the ache is bracing and sweet all at once, and he feels his cock pulse within her.
Her nipples tighten into peaks as his fingers squeeze and pinch and roll- she suddenly rears back, her ruddy hair flowing down, long enough to tickle his knees. His face is level with her bosom now; he knows that she desires his lips and tongue and teeth...
But there is more territory to explore. He places his hand on the small of her back and nudges her until she falls forward again. And then he strokes upward until he can feel the raised ridges lashed across her shoulderblades. She whimpers, the sound high and quiet. But her hips still roll into his, and her inner muscles begin to flutter around him-
He begins gently, his fingertips barely tracing the gnarled scars. But then he presses harder...then harder still...a sudden rage fills his chest, rising up to burn in his cheeks.
His nails have grown longer of late, and he uses them to scratch at the markings, trying to peel them off and cast them away- pleasure and fury swirls between his temples, blinding and immediate-
She gasps his name, and he feels her own claws digging into his shoulders- she might be protesting, but he cannot hear, and still she rides him, quicker and quicker, tight and wet and frantic-
He finally digs too deep; his fingernails break the skin, and one of the scars splits open, leaking a stream of blood. The crimson liquid trickles down her spine- she gasps and sighs, and a few more quick thrusts are all he needs.
She collapses against his chest, her heart beating quicker than a rabbit's. Her blood stains his fingertips and congeals beneath his nails, its metallic scent sharp in the warm air.
Her body shakes as she sobs, and he holds her close, drawing the bedlinens up to wrap around her back and shoulders. He whispers apologies into her hair, again and again and again, all the while hoping that she won't notice how hollow they sound.
Re: A Lion Still Has Claws, Jaime/Sansa, M+juno_chanJune 6 2013, 16:23:30 UTC
Ooooh, this entire FIC is 'bracing and sweet all at once' - which is just the way that Jaime/Sansa should be!! Which is why you are the master of this pairing! You never leave the sting out that makes this pairing so plausible and in character. ;-)
This was HOT in a sort of dark and twisted way, and therefore I LOVED IT, and omg, Jaime with his hollow apologies at the end - PERFECTION, MY DEAR.
Re: A Lion Still Has Claws, Jaime/Sansa, M+lainemontgomeryJune 7 2013, 18:03:35 UTC
I LIVE for the sting in Jaime/Sansa fics. THE PAIRING JUST ISN'T THE SAME WITHOUT IT! XD Thank you, as always, for your splendid comments that make me smile and clap my hands. :D
She kisses the pulse point below his ear, sucking the skin between her lips- the ache is bracing and sweet all at once, and he feels his cock pulse within her.
Her nipples tighten into peaks as his fingers squeeze and pinch and roll- she suddenly rears back, her ruddy hair flowing down, long enough to tickle his knees. His face is level with her bosom now; he knows that she desires his lips and tongue and teeth...
But there is more territory to explore. He places his hand on the small of her back and nudges her until she falls forward again. And then he strokes upward until he can feel the raised ridges lashed across her shoulderblades. She whimpers, the sound high and quiet. But her hips still roll into his, and her inner muscles begin to flutter around him-
He begins gently, his fingertips barely tracing the gnarled scars. But then he presses harder...then harder still...a sudden rage fills his chest, rising up to burn in his cheeks.
His nails have grown longer of late, and he uses them to scratch at the markings, trying to peel them off and cast them away- pleasure and fury swirls between his temples, blinding and immediate-
She gasps his name, and he feels her own claws digging into his shoulders- she might be protesting, but he cannot hear, and still she rides him, quicker and quicker, tight and wet and frantic-
He finally digs too deep; his fingernails break the skin, and one of the scars splits open, leaking a stream of blood. The crimson liquid trickles down her spine- she gasps and sighs, and a few more quick thrusts are all he needs.
She collapses against his chest, her heart beating quicker than a rabbit's. Her blood stains his fingertips and congeals beneath his nails, its metallic scent sharp in the warm air.
Her body shakes as she sobs, and he holds her close, drawing the bedlinens up to wrap around her back and shoulders. He whispers apologies into her hair, again and again and again, all the while hoping that she won't notice how hollow they sound.
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This was HOT in a sort of dark and twisted way, and therefore I LOVED IT, and omg, Jaime with his hollow apologies at the end - PERFECTION, MY DEAR.
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