Fic: More Than Words
Title: More Than Words
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: older!Arya/Jeyne Poole
Word Count: 691
Summary: Older Arya and Jeyne Poole settle their mutual dislike. PWP.
Warning: hate!sex, D/s, toys
It began out of too much wine drunk one night and a dislike so deep it had to be expressed in more than words. She couldn't kill Jeyne because Jeyne didn't truly deserve killing, and she couldn't hit her because she'd felt like a bully the one time she had hit her. So Arya grabbed Jeyne by the hair and kissed her hard. It was the sort of kiss with no tenderness or even lust, just lips mashed together, bruising.
It was Jeyne who changed it, trying to show Arya up as always. She made it an open mouth kiss, added tongue. Arya had had to regain control. She'd kissed Jeyne into submission, until Jeyne had cupped her arse and rubbed against her. She'd pulled Jeyne's skirts up then, and fingered her until she made her come right there in the darkened hallway.
It was satisfying, and even more so when she led Jeyne back to her bedchamber and pushed her head between her legs. Waking up beside her the next morning was less pleasant. Arya didn't let that happen again. She left Jeyne's room as soon as they were done every time after that, or kicked Jeyne out of her room. Most times they didn't even use a bedroom anyway.
Arya would interrupt Jeyne at her daily tasks of not really doing anything and pull her into a dark corner, just because she felt like it. She'd draw it out, make it last a long time, knowing Jeyne wanted it over quick. Each moment they spent increased the likelihood of being caught and Arya knew Jeyne was terrified of that. Once, with three of her fingers inside Jeyne, she'd said, "Shh, I think I hear someone." Jeyne had come harder than ever.
"I'm so glad you both try to get along better," Sansa told them earnestly one day.
The truth was they didn't get along any better. It was just that Jeyne made an effort to be less irritating and Arya made an effort to be less irritated by her solely so they wouldn't have people watching them, waiting for a fight. Arya didn't want people to know they were fucking because she didn't want people thinking she loved or even liked Jeyne, and Jeyne didn't want people to know because she was stupid. She carved her own toys for that reason, rather than look for toys to buy.
She had three so far, of varying lengths and thickness. Jeyne was a baby who preferred the smallest one, but Arya could persuade her to take the largest too. That was best done in Jeyne's bedchamber. Jeyne would go to bed for the night and Arya would bar the door shut. She'd spend a long a time licking Jeyne's cunt without letting her come, making her so desperate that she'd agree and allow Arya to slide the big wooden cock inside her as far as it could go. Arya loved the way she moaned then. And that was only the beginning. Arya loved fucking Jeyne like that, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard, always for as long as possible.
"Jeyne?" There was a knock at the door. "Jeyne, I have the leftover lemon cakes. I thought we could eat them and talk late like when we were little."
Jeyne had to wait a whole minute before she could answer without giving away what she was doing. "Sorry, Sansa. I have a bellyache."
Arya imagined the look on her sister's face if she were to see her best friend on her hands and knees, a wooden cock sticking out of her. She eased the cock a few inches out and slammed it back in. Jeyne groaned.
"You sound dreadful," Sansa called. "I'll fetch the maester."
"No," Jeyne replied hastily. "It's just my moon blood pains."
Arya sniggered when Sansa finally went away. She slapped Jeyne on the arse. "Maybe I should go and take my toys so you can eat lemon cakes and gossip."
"Just fuck me," Jeyne snapped, the unspoken "bitch" hanging in the air.
Arya gave her a brief spanking to remind her of her manners. Then she fucked her.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: older!Arya/Jeyne Poole
Word Count: 691
Summary: Older Arya and Jeyne Poole settle their mutual dislike. PWP.
Warning: hate!sex, D/s, toys
It began out of too much wine drunk one night and a dislike so deep it had to be expressed in more than words. She couldn't kill Jeyne because Jeyne didn't truly deserve killing, and she couldn't hit her because she'd felt like a bully the one time she had hit her. So Arya grabbed Jeyne by the hair and kissed her hard. It was the sort of kiss with no tenderness or even lust, just lips mashed together, bruising.
It was Jeyne who changed it, trying to show Arya up as always. She made it an open mouth kiss, added tongue. Arya had had to regain control. She'd kissed Jeyne into submission, until Jeyne had cupped her arse and rubbed against her. She'd pulled Jeyne's skirts up then, and fingered her until she made her come right there in the darkened hallway.
It was satisfying, and even more so when she led Jeyne back to her bedchamber and pushed her head between her legs. Waking up beside her the next morning was less pleasant. Arya didn't let that happen again. She left Jeyne's room as soon as they were done every time after that, or kicked Jeyne out of her room. Most times they didn't even use a bedroom anyway.
Arya would interrupt Jeyne at her daily tasks of not really doing anything and pull her into a dark corner, just because she felt like it. She'd draw it out, make it last a long time, knowing Jeyne wanted it over quick. Each moment they spent increased the likelihood of being caught and Arya knew Jeyne was terrified of that. Once, with three of her fingers inside Jeyne, she'd said, "Shh, I think I hear someone." Jeyne had come harder than ever.
"I'm so glad you both try to get along better," Sansa told them earnestly one day.
The truth was they didn't get along any better. It was just that Jeyne made an effort to be less irritating and Arya made an effort to be less irritated by her solely so they wouldn't have people watching them, waiting for a fight. Arya didn't want people to know they were fucking because she didn't want people thinking she loved or even liked Jeyne, and Jeyne didn't want people to know because she was stupid. She carved her own toys for that reason, rather than look for toys to buy.
She had three so far, of varying lengths and thickness. Jeyne was a baby who preferred the smallest one, but Arya could persuade her to take the largest too. That was best done in Jeyne's bedchamber. Jeyne would go to bed for the night and Arya would bar the door shut. She'd spend a long a time licking Jeyne's cunt without letting her come, making her so desperate that she'd agree and allow Arya to slide the big wooden cock inside her as far as it could go. Arya loved the way she moaned then. And that was only the beginning. Arya loved fucking Jeyne like that, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard, always for as long as possible.
"Jeyne?" There was a knock at the door. "Jeyne, I have the leftover lemon cakes. I thought we could eat them and talk late like when we were little."
Jeyne had to wait a whole minute before she could answer without giving away what she was doing. "Sorry, Sansa. I have a bellyache."
Arya imagined the look on her sister's face if she were to see her best friend on her hands and knees, a wooden cock sticking out of her. She eased the cock a few inches out and slammed it back in. Jeyne groaned.
"You sound dreadful," Sansa called. "I'll fetch the maester."
"No," Jeyne replied hastily. "It's just my moon blood pains."
Arya sniggered when Sansa finally went away. She slapped Jeyne on the arse. "Maybe I should go and take my toys so you can eat lemon cakes and gossip."
"Just fuck me," Jeyne snapped, the unspoken "bitch" hanging in the air.
Arya gave her a brief spanking to remind her of her manners. Then she fucked her.