Last night, Brienne had gotten herself
thoroughly stoned, and as a result had eventually talked herself into having something strong to drink afterwords. She remembered little of the night she'd just passed, but now she found herself in the Slytherin common room, sprawled out in one of the big comfortable armchairs. She felt as if she'd been ridden
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((I'm thinking this might be nearing the logical end of this thread.))
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He leaned back in the chair, folding his arms over his massive chest, eyes half closed. The relaxed pose was deceptive, however - he watched Brienne carefully from under his lashes. Strong woman, he thought approvingly. Good warrior. Fun, if you could loosen her up.
Pretty. No, lovely, but in an unconventional way. Beautiful eyes, full lips... Mathayus suddenly realized where his train of thought was going and brought his chair forward with a crash. "Sorry," he said shortly. "I'll be just outside the door."
He left her alone in his bed, closing the door behind him and sliding his back down the sturdy oak to sit hard against the entry, arms draped across his knees. Think again, Akkadian. Way to ruin the only friendship you've got here. He huffed out an exasperated sigh. No, Mathayus, think with the other head. Fine. Brienne was pretty. Really pretty. And he liked her. A lot. It didn't mean anything. It didn't have to mean anything ( ... )
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