Daemon Baratheon wasn't just another entitled royal brat that believed he owned everything within his vision, which was why he smiled at Genya's quiet assent, just holding her close and breathing in her unique scent. She was a pleasant weight in his lap, and now that the irritating kefta was out of his way, he could absolutely smooth his hands slowly up and down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin linen.
His forehead still rested against hers, their noses gently touching, and Daemon just stroked her, warm hands brushing over her ribs and down the outside of her slim thighs, cradling his waist. "...I don't have enough time," he admitted in the quiet, "to show you everything that I want to." His sigh this time carried a tinge of frustration. That he swallowed, because this was about her.
"So, just let me..." A mild grunt of effort, and he deftly tugged her shirt from her trousers, giving another slow sigh when his calloused hands at last met her skin. Daemon continued his gentle caresses from before, though this time flesh stroked flesh, and he gently pressed against her back to arch her further against him.
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Date: 2023-05-04 11:33 pm (UTC)His forehead still rested against hers, their noses gently touching, and Daemon just stroked her, warm hands brushing over her ribs and down the outside of her slim thighs, cradling his waist. "...I don't have enough time," he admitted in the quiet, "to show you everything that I want to." His sigh this time carried a tinge of frustration. That he swallowed, because this was about her.
"So, just let me..." A mild grunt of effort, and he deftly tugged her shirt from her trousers, giving another slow sigh when his calloused hands at last met her skin. Daemon continued his gentle caresses from before, though this time flesh stroked flesh, and he gently pressed against her back to arch her further against him.