caught . to get caught with my muse during sex . (hahahahahahavik) @scftpetalls
Her body was alive in so many ways, every nerve ending was sparked, fuelling her. It seemed that since being together for the first time the queen could not resist the temptation that even looking at him produced, each time his voice sounded within council meetings she felt that warmth spread through her ( she knew now what lay underneath his clothes and her mind tricked her into thinking about it ) making her body call to him in ways she fought hard to resist yet it proved impossible, thought of being dominated by him when usually she held so much control was too tempting.
Today was no different, today that urge, that sheer warmth proved too much — another meeting, another one fuelled with words of passion and fire heavy in each voice, especially his. Once the meeting had concluded, which each member taking their leave she asked him to stay ( the other would simply think it was to ask on the progress of the ships ) and it seemed that he knew all to well why she had, for she was placed upon the cold wood table, skirts pushed up to her waist as their lips danced with each others, the front of her dress unlaced to expose her breasts as the cold air brought those two rosebuds to stand. He was filling her, moving within her at a rapid pace, her soft cries muffled by his own lips. Her mind was not aware of the door opening, she was completely entrapped in the moment, intoxicated at his weight buried against her core until she heard the clearing of one’s throat. Eyes widening, confusion filling her mind and irritation, her head turned towards it “Lord Varys.” Surprise, yet irritation licking at her words and even though vik had almost stilled in his movements, she felt the throb of his shaft inside of her, the slow roll of his hips, Varys had his head down and behind him stood the thorn in her side, that bastard from the north who would be king of the north, his gaze directed to the floor with his lips pursed “Your Grace, there is matters what still need discussed.” His words made the queen furrow her brows, yet with those slow rocks she felt that coil in the pit of her stomach tighten “Wh- Matters that can be discussed in due course, leave.” Yet varys gaze came up to meet hers, tilting his head with brows raised “Lord Varys, Lord Snow ; you stand here and look upon your queen in a state of undress, leave.” Varys only offered her a soft sigh, turning to leave the room ushering the bastard off the north off with him and to pull the door close behind him, her head turning to look at vik, shaking her head slowly, giving his a small slap to his chest “You were in no rush to remove yourself from me, we’re you?” Amused laced her tone, yet her cheeks had a light hue of link scattered across them, at being seen in such a light.