It was hard to pull back from something as sweet as Margaery. Will could have very easily taken her back to his sled and set off until they were hidden away in the cold of the North. No, no he couldn't think like that, such an act as that could be the cause of war and Will was more of an observer than a fighter.
He smiled warmly at her, enjoying every little touch and sensation she graced him with. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't he have been highborn? More than just a lord from the North? If Will had his way, he would have asked for her hand and started courting her properly, yet desire and temptation tugged at his heart.
Her confirmation that this was supposed to happen only deepened his ever growing feelings for her. How was he suppose to concentrate on the hunt tomorrow? How was he suppose to concentrate on anything now that he'd had a taste of true beauty? Smiling, kissing her again, this time lighter and with more feeling. "Tomorrow then... My Lady. " Kissing her cheek, smelling the delightfulness of her perfumed hair. Will was about to suggest he should escort her back and out of the gardens, yet when he moved his mouth to talk, Margaery moved her hand to touch.
A deep hue coloured his cheeks as he felt her fingers splay over his abdomen. A soft little twitch pulled at the base of his arousal, just from her being so close. Was she talking about the knife he'd used to peel her plum? Or was there more suggestion hidden in her words? "I will. And if at first, it's too much for you to get a grip on... We can keep trying, again and again until you get it." There it was again, that low gravel in his voice, he couldn't help it, she made him want to purr and moan.
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He smiled warmly at her, enjoying every little touch and sensation she graced him with. It wasn't fair! Why couldn't he have been highborn? More than just a lord from the North? If Will had his way, he would have asked for her hand and started courting her properly, yet desire and temptation tugged at his heart.
Her confirmation that this was supposed to happen only deepened his ever growing feelings for her. How was he suppose to concentrate on the hunt tomorrow? How was he suppose to concentrate on anything now that he'd had a taste of true beauty? Smiling, kissing her again, this time lighter and with more feeling. "Tomorrow then... My Lady. " Kissing her cheek, smelling the delightfulness of her perfumed hair. Will was about to suggest he should escort her back and out of the gardens, yet when he moved his mouth to talk, Margaery moved her hand to touch.
A deep hue coloured his cheeks as he felt her fingers splay over his abdomen. A soft little twitch pulled at the base of his arousal, just from her being so close. Was she talking about the knife he'd used to peel her plum? Or was there more suggestion hidden in her words? "I will. And if at first, it's too much for you to get a grip on... We can keep trying, again and again until you get it." There it was again, that low gravel in his voice, he couldn't help it, she made him want to purr and moan.