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[ She almost pouts at the way the lizard scurries away, watching it wriggle on away under some bushes. But her expression softens at the words, finding a remarkable amount of understanding and maturity in them. More so than she's experienced from her own relatives. ]

Have you met many Westerners in that time?

[endlesswar]

Only a hand full of people not related to my mother. Traders and merchants They smiled so much easier than the Dothraki. They spoke gently to me and call me small one and sweet one in my father's tongue and then runt and whelp in the common tongue when they thought I wasn't listening.

[He laughs a little at the memory.]

From then I started to pick up on the way that eyes would not brighten but stay cold no matter how sweet the words. I have felt the ice of your spirit, lady but not felt the same chill in your eyes.

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[ She moves a hand to rest on his knee, a brief, soft touch. ]

And I am feeling the warmth of yours. Perhaps it is not too late to learn better.

[endlesswar]

Knowledge is not a rare jewel or swift game to hunt. It comes to those that seek it.

[The touch is a surprise and he is so very careful about putting his hand on his own leg with the tips of his fingers touching against her own. Risky for a Western lady as it is to be here with an unwedded man. The ladyship is her own person.

And his lordship? Well. He is behaving as gentlemanly as he can with the desires he has.]

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[ Risky perhaps. But she is a lion through and through. She places her hand over his, smiling, ]

It is a rare enough jewel among my kinsmen, I can assure you.

[endlesswar]

[Soft touch of a lady, indeed. Bold and he knows that if there is a misstep in his actions there will be claws. He slowly moves to shift to face her more, still keeping their hands touching.]

Would it be so bad if you kept all the riches for yourself? I have a feeling...you know how just to spend it and put its value to work. Helping your house. Helping others.

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[ She laughs softly at that, shaking her head, ]

Were I to have any jewels to possess. Even if I did, I couldn't keep them to myself.

[ She already gave many of her actual jewels to her parents for money. It had been difficult for a moment but in her heart, she knew it was necessary. ]

[endlesswar]

What a rare and giving soul you are. That is a shine that nothing can touch or tarnish.

[He has heard many a thing in court. Her house is on hard times but the ranks have closed in. They're being tactical and every move measured. Exactly what he'd expect of Lannister lions.

Frank leans in closer.]

What other gifts do you possess?

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[ She doesn't move away when he leans in even if her mind tells her she should. No, she must hold her ground. Blue eyes meet brown, ]

I don't know. What was once praised in one kingdom may not be seen as highly in another.

[ She licks her lips without thinking. ]

I am no warrior or scholar. I am no great beauty in my family nor am I royalty. But I do think there is beauty here and I can appreciate it for that.

[endlesswar]

[Sweet, bold lion. Frank's eyes follow the movement of her tongue.]

No, no. I don't believe what I'm hearing.

[She is a bright eyed beauty. Golden hair stolen by Lan the clever. And the way she carries herself and moves with grace and dignity. His fingers brush so carefully over her cheek.]

You're a wonder yourself, my lady.

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[ She feels her cheeks grow hot at the touch, as light as it is. ]

I am starting to believe the same of you. If I may be so bold to say...

[ Because even with his Dothraki blood and lineage, he has been nothing but kind to her. Courteous and lending a supportive ear. ]

[endlesswar]

I greatly admire boldness.

[Since that is not a refusal for contact, he scoots on in closer.]

It makes you more attractive.

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[ The suddenness of the compliment makes her laugh, surprised by it herself. ]

Does it? I do not believe I've ever heard that before.

[endlesswar]

[Many believe that because of his bloodline that he would take a woman by the hair and have his way with her. They forget that he also has a mother. A wise, wealthy widow that knows exactly the kind of man she wished her son to be.

Karen's bubbling laugh has him grin some.]

Most men fear a bold woman. That means they are not ready to court one.

[Purposely loaded words. He leans in and his mouth grazes her own. Hardly a deep kiss and rather brief if not sensual.]

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[ She's not sure what shocks her more: the implication of the words or the action of the soft kiss itself. Her eyelids flutter and she gasps softly. Leaning back only slightly, she looks at him, her tongue darting out for her lips again. ]

Is that what this is? Courting?

[endlesswar]

It is, yes.

[His mouth curls in a smile. As tempting as it is to trace over the path of her tongue with his finger or lips again he looks into her eyes.]

And if nothing else, you have me as a most ardent admirer.

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[ She knows she should put space between them. She should tell him this is much too forward and be truly reproachful. But... she doesn't. She leans in again, just shy of their lips touching. ]

How ardent is "most ardent"?

[endlesswar]

[What a loaded question indeed. One better suited to be answered with an action. Frank presses his lips to her's once more. And instead of keeping it brief and chaste, he invites the touch of her tongue by slipping his own out to feel the texture of her lips.

And a kiss, anyone can kiss. He pulls her at the waist closer to his body. The Western style of dress with it's ties are at least the same as Eastern in that he knows she has a chemise and small clothes. He still wonders about how her pale body must look, how it would feel against his more olive and dark skin. If such things can be asked without word, he does with the way their mouths meet.]

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[ She had more or less been challenging him with the question, knowing full well what kind of question it was. Her experience with men is still limited and she is still a maiden but she's seen a few things when her cousins had been courted. In a way, it was much like a dance and learning the steps were part of the process.

Yet she wasn't prepared for the fire that ignites in her belly when her body pressed against him like this, her mouth opening to his tongue with a soft moan and her own mind sending flashes before her eyes. What his hard, muscled darker body would look and feel like against her own skin. Under her hands. It's enough to make her impulsively press herself more against him as the kiss continues. ]

[endlesswar]

[If she was expecting him to back down, she will be disappointed. Gravely disappointed. And because she is still a maiden does not mean that she is cold and closed off.

His arm loops around her and he urges her to scoot enough so he can move her into his lap. Oh so intimate. Once their lips part he does not waste time, he kisses the slender column of her neck and a hand rests on her thigh. Many a man would have been put to death for this.]

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[ She did not expect to be moved onto his lap like that. Not at all. But the heat in her body, the heat from his mouth, is still coursing through her. Her dress has parted slightly in the rustling, revealing some of her pale thigh so close to his hand. She's too lost in the sensations and fire to notice. Instead, she rolls her head back to give him more of her neck.

In all her time flirting with young men at the court, this never happened. But then she never felt like this before, either. ]

[endlesswar]

[Well, if she is here, so willing. What is he going to do? Stroke her thigh, of course. Oh and is it soft. The pads of his fingertips touching on her skin. All things considered it is not the most intimate of areas. She is still clothed. The facial hair might prickle and graze her skin. Frank stays gentle. No marks, the heat and fashion focus on exposed skin. Karen needs her reputation.

No one said they can't have a little fun. He sighs out.]

Oh but you are a pretty thing.

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[ Feeling his hand on her skin, her muscles jump at the touch but she doesn't pull away. Her back arches more as she lets out a soft moan, her breasts pressed against his chest and she can already feel the tingle of her nipples growing stiff.

She moans again but forces out the words she opens her eyes, looking up at the canopy above them. ]

We--we should stop...this...

[endlesswar]

Say the word and I shall.

[Though she hasn't. Should and will, he would like it to depend on her. Listening to the beautiful, breathy noises he knows that Karen wants something else.]

Not a mark on your honor.

[Lips move as he speaks and linking kisses down from her neck to her collarbone. Lower to her bosom as it rises and falls. Frank won't remove one garment. Just appreciate her body. His fingers stroke up and down her thigh, creeping inward and upward.]

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[ Her breathing grows faster as she feels those fingers slip more between her legs than remaining on her thigh. She needs to stop this. It's undignified, it's shameful. But one hand goes into his dark hair and grips it as his lips find her cleavage.

She needs to stop this. She is a lady. A Lannister.

But the fire burning through her almost feels unbearable. Is he really going to touch her there... ]