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[ 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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