His expression is so furtive, so heavy always...”Are you always so serious?”- she’d asked before their wedding, and his blushes and mutterings had made her laugh.
She waits for him to sit on the edge of the bed before she begins to remove her undergown- she always undresses in front of him, forcing him to look her right in the eye, laughing to herself when his gaze wanders elsewhere.
She’d been nearly frightened when they first bedded- he seemed so alien, so different from Jaime. Her Jaime, every maiden’s ideal, tall and golden and excruciatingly beautiful...Ned is as tall, but broader, bigger everywhere- absolutely everywhere, she thinks with a smirk, tugging her shift down to expose her breasts. And the hair, too- as the King, he has no obligation to follow Southern rules of grooming and fashion, and he very stubbornly refuses to cut his long hair or remove his heavy beard.
But while facial and body hair would repulse her on Jaime, it just seems such a part of Ned that she does not even think to object- especially when this large, wild-looking man handles her with such precious, nearly ridiculous care.
She moves toward him and grips the fabric of his tunic, easing it over his head. His breath hitches, but still with that damnable restraint- she coils her arms around his neck and presses his cheek to her chest...
When he finally reaches up to her face, guiding her down to kiss him, it’s still too soft, and she bites down on his lower lip until he groans and grabs her tighter- there it is. There’s a fierceness in this stoic Northman, but she constantly needs to coax it out. She finds it nearly amusing, an interesting, diverting challenge, but she imagines that she’ll soon grow weary of the effort and hopes that he’ll eventually understand what it is that she wants.
Sometimes she worries that he understands all too well- she’ll move her hips just so, attach her lips to a certain spot, and then she’ll see a flash of alarm in his eyes- I think he knows that he did not marry a maiden. But his courtesy will not allow him to confront her with the idea, and it is never referenced-
FILL: Cersei/Ned; Rebellion outcome; "The Lion Queen"; PG-13 (Part Four)
She waits for him to sit on the edge of the bed before she begins to remove her undergown- she always undresses in front of him, forcing him to look her right in the eye, laughing to herself when his gaze wanders elsewhere.
She’d been nearly frightened when they first bedded- he seemed so alien, so different from Jaime. Her Jaime, every maiden’s ideal, tall and golden and excruciatingly beautiful...Ned is as tall, but broader, bigger everywhere- absolutely everywhere, she thinks with a smirk, tugging her shift down to expose her breasts. And the hair, too- as the King, he has no obligation to follow Southern rules of grooming and fashion, and he very stubbornly refuses to cut his long hair or remove his heavy beard.
But while facial and body hair would repulse her on Jaime, it just seems such a part of Ned that she does not even think to object- especially when this large, wild-looking man handles her with such precious, nearly ridiculous care.
She moves toward him and grips the fabric of his tunic, easing it over his head. His breath hitches, but still with that damnable restraint- she coils her arms around his neck and presses his cheek to her chest...
When he finally reaches up to her face, guiding her down to kiss him, it’s still too soft, and she bites down on his lower lip until he groans and grabs her tighter- there it is. There’s a fierceness in this stoic Northman, but she constantly needs to coax it out. She finds it nearly amusing, an interesting, diverting challenge, but she imagines that she’ll soon grow weary of the effort and hopes that he’ll eventually understand what it is that she wants.
Sometimes she worries that he understands all too well- she’ll move her hips just so, attach her lips to a certain spot, and then she’ll see a flash of alarm in his eyes- I think he knows that he did not marry a maiden. But his courtesy will not allow him to confront her with the idea, and it is never referenced-
Almost never.