Inside; Jorah/Lynesse; MmrstaterMay 23 2013, 19:49:20 UTC
Ser Jorah--no, just Jorah, now, Lynesse amended; they were far too intimate for such formalities, and anyway she was alone with him now--had been so deep in his cups during the revels that followed his glorious tournament victory, that she--having imbibed rather a lot herself--had not imagined that bedding him would be the stuff of songs. From the way he'd swayed a little in his seat when she kissed him at the feast, and stumbled up the narrow staircase of the inn to his room, his big hand clammy as it clutched hers, her own befuddled mind produced images of fumbling with the closures of her gown and laces of her stays, perhaps not bothering to undress her at all but simply shoving up her skirt and petticoats, of clumsy pawing at her breasts and sloppy kisses. An instant of discomfort as he entered her, followed by a few grunting thrusts of his hips, culminating in untidiness. That was how it had been with other men, at other feasts, and she expected no more from this bear of a knight to whom she had granted her favor in a fit of
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