Some members liked the idea of having a kink meme/comment fic meme on
got_exchange, especially since the other ASOIAF/GoT kink memes are fairly dead at the moment. (It's only posted on the mod account journal because I don't want anonymous comments on the exchange comm.)
A couple of rules before we start:
- please include the pairing/character (and maybe a short
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She finds his hand with her own, lacing her fingers through his, knitting them together. Though he wears no gloves, his hand is warm. Unnaturally so, given the chill of the air that makes their breath blow white, but she is accustomed to his fevered skin against hers.
“You’re cold,” he says, giving her hand a squeeze.
“As I should be,” she says with a soft smile, as his too large cloak slips once more, baring a pale shoulder to his gaze.
He bends, pressing a hot kiss to her flesh that causes her to shiver the way the wind does not. “It’s too early to stir.” They did so on her whim, and while he is serious and not given to caprice, having learned restraint and sacrifice and self denial at the Wall, he concedes to her wishes now more than ever. “We should go back inside,” he murmurs, his lips brushing her exposed clavicle.
If passion prompted his words, she would surrender to his counsel, but it is concern that casts a shadow over his face as he straightens up, and there is no need for that. It is up to her to assuage his worry. With her free hand she strokes his cheek, stubbled with a day and night’s worth of growth. “I like the cold. We’re both children of the north,” she reminds him, tilting her head up to receive his kiss.
“But in your condition,” he begins, but she cuts him off the way no one else dares do.
“The cold can’t do us any harm. Besides, I intend to make the most of it while it lasts: it won’t be winter much longer.” The days already grow warmer, the nights shorter, as spring slowly creeps forward to consume more and more of the blessed time they spend alone together in the shade of night.
He frowns, drawing her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her thickening waist.
They are the last two standing, but not for long.
-Fin-
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I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS--the melancholy tone, that little bit of hope inspired by their unborn child at the end, the way you cement how mutual their need for each other is--EVERYTHING REALLY *___*
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