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[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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...

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.]

[ 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... ]

[His tongue darts between her breasts, a further taste of her skin. Clean, smooth and with the slightest of salt and perfume. A rumble of a moan is muffled against her. No words yet. So he considers it permission to continue.

His fingers are of course attracted to the heat radiating from her body. The contact to her small clothes is enough to make his breathing heavier.]

[ There's a soft sound from her that's more high-pitched, almost surprised at the tongue. Her nipples almost ache at the thought of it licking at them. She's so spurred on by that thought that her hips jerk forward against his fingers, wanting to feel their touch. Desperately so.

She has touched herself a few times in the privacy of her room, of course. But never has she wanted someone else to touch her like this.

Yet a part of her mind wonders if she was wanting this as far back as when they were riding together, feeling him pressed up behind her. Her hand grips his hair and the other at his clothes, ]

Will this--will this stay between us?

[ She sounds nearly breathless. ]

No one else can know.

[ But gods, she wants him to touch her more... ]

Upon my life, this will be between you and I.

[He lifts his face to look her in the eyes. Bright and gorgeous things that they are, it's important to him for her to see him and look for truth wherever she will.]

Are you--frightened? Hesitant?

[Frank can speak and still dally. His hand is idle. Touching over the soft, soft cotton right at the juncture of her legs. Heat and the beginnings of dampness.]

[ She's trying her best not to breathe so hard but the flush is deep and making her feel that fire all over. ]

Not frightened. Just... not wanting to regret.

[ Her hips still angle in the direction of his fingers, seeking more pressure, more touch. But her mouth leans down to capture his this time. ]

Regret, my lioness?

[Now she is the one to initiate the kiss. And he is willing prey to the moment, he invites her tongue into his mouth now. Of course he takes the opportunity to provide friction. He is not sheltered in the arts of love. And perhaps it's been the Dornish in him along with the very open mating rituals shown to him by life in the Great Grass Sea.]

[ She answers once the kiss breaks and she's practically keening at the touch to her sex. ]

Regret at doing this... Not doing this...

[ She rocks her hips more, folds of her dress bunching up around her waist. Her lips are hot and hungry as she claims his once again. ]

Pleasure should never be something one regrets.

[He could purr these words. No way at all he'll stop now. Feeling more bold by the second, he pulls the fabric of her small clothes aside to properly touch her. Frank moans into the kiss. He is hard in his fine silken robes.]

[ Once she feels his fingers touch her directly, she cries into the kiss, gripping tightly at his robes. She doesn't regret the feeling or pleasure or excitement. But she would regret any shame she would bring upon her parents for doing this.

So she hopes that he really is a man of his word and not just looking for another conquest. The lioness will not be tamed.

As she demonstrates by rocking herself on his fingers, the closest she's ever been to fucking. ]

[Smooth, hot and wet like a honey filled blossom. Since she is mostly above him, he lets her set the pace, fingers rubbing along the spread open bloom of her sex. No penetration, no compromise of her virtue. Though he knows well that reaching for the soft, pearl sized bud in her cunt is definitely going to aid the service of her pleasure. Frank kisses her jaw, her chin.

His breath is heavy. His heartbeat a drum.]

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