Testimony that I'm really trying this for you because smut is actually not in my power tbh ^^'.
We do not sow.
"So. They say you're the bad guy now n'uncle." Asha says, smirking, looking over at Victarion ( should she say king now? since he came back with that Targaryen girl?) and with a challenge written on her face.
She always thought Euron was the more dangerous of the family.
She was wrong.
" What do you think Asha?" he replies, his face solemn like always.
" You tell me."
" What is dead can never die..." Victarion begins, an odd light passing in his grey eyes.
" ... but rises again. Stronger. Harder." Asha finishes.
She advances, trying not to feel like so much of a teenager. Not to feel like a niece. She knows she will be thanked if she can do this - can bring him to their side - but the way Victarion adjusts his shirt on the right, where his steamy hand is, exposing the rough and wet skin and collarbone makes it difficult to think about anything other than getting close to him, quickly, before the chance floats by. Before he reflects and thinks of sending her away (or worse, and she is ready for the uncertainty she thinks). He does make a step back while she approaches and it surprises her a bit. Surely after have defeated an all army of barbarians and submitted a dragon, he isn't going to back down in front of her, right? But he does for a split of second, he avoids her eyes and the idea is preposterous and makes her ridiculously proud.
" What are you doing?" he asks roughly. Not a hint of fear. Just confusion.
She presses him against the wall. He's taller than her but she was never afraid of highs. It makes her smile fondly.
" Killing you... in a way. Stronger. Harder." she whispers slowly into his ears, grabbing on his shirt. She presses her lips on his with violence, tasting the salt. They are the sea, she believes, the both of them, and they know the secret rhythm that flows in the dark storms. She knows how to play this and starts rubbing against him and he founds a way to get rid of her clothes so fast she understands that she's not the only one dangerous at this game .
" You..."
" I. Yes uncle? How do I feel like?"
Victarion shake his head slightly, eyes clouded by desire.
" Like drowning." he answers before ripping her mouth, his voice still rough from lust and something else that seemed to make him furious to touch her, possess her, show her that he isn't afraid. That feeling and the way he is staring at her right now is enough to make her limber.
Afterwards, while catching her breath, still in his arms, she shows him the burn right on her hips. She didn't felt it on the moment and Victarion smiles darkly, tracing with his hand the superficial damage.
"Just a little burn. Hardly nothin’. Next time, I'll pay attention."
Victarion’s words echoes like a promise in Asha's mind. Next time. She can still feel the storm in her blood, and his hands on hers and she knows that this mission they gave her is going to be way too much fun for her.
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Re: Victarion/Asha
Date: 2012-03-10 12:26 am (UTC)We do not sow.
"So. They say you're the bad guy now n'uncle." Asha says, smirking, looking over at Victarion ( should she say king now? since he came back with that Targaryen girl?) and with a challenge written on her face.
She always thought Euron was the more dangerous of the family.
She was wrong.
" What do you think Asha?" he replies, his face solemn like always.
" You tell me."
" What is dead can never die..." Victarion begins, an odd light passing in his grey eyes.
" ... but rises again. Stronger. Harder." Asha finishes.
She advances, trying not to feel like so much of a teenager. Not to feel like a niece. She knows she will be thanked if she can do this - can bring him to their side - but the way Victarion adjusts his shirt on the right, where his steamy hand is, exposing the rough and wet skin and collarbone makes it difficult to think about anything other than getting close to him, quickly, before the chance floats by. Before he reflects and thinks of sending her away (or worse, and she is ready for the uncertainty she thinks).
He does make a step back while she approaches and it surprises her a bit. Surely after have defeated an all army of barbarians and submitted a dragon, he isn't going to back down in front of her, right? But he does for a split of second, he avoids her eyes and the idea is preposterous and makes her ridiculously proud.
" What are you doing?" he asks roughly. Not a hint of fear. Just confusion.
She presses him against the wall. He's taller than her but she was never afraid of highs. It makes her smile fondly.
" Killing you... in a way. Stronger. Harder." she whispers slowly into his ears, grabbing on his shirt. She presses her lips on his with violence, tasting the salt. They are the sea, she believes, the both of them, and they know the secret rhythm that flows in the dark storms. She knows how to play this and starts rubbing against him and he founds a way to get rid of her clothes so fast she understands that she's not the only one dangerous at this game .
" You..."
" I. Yes uncle? How do I feel like?"
Victarion shake his head slightly, eyes clouded by desire.
" Like drowning." he answers before ripping her mouth, his voice still rough from lust and something else that seemed to make him furious to touch her, possess her, show her that he isn't afraid. That feeling and the way he is staring at her right now is enough to make her limber.
Afterwards, while catching her breath, still in his arms, she shows him the burn right on her hips. She didn't felt it on the moment and Victarion smiles darkly, tracing with his hand the superficial damage.
"Just a little burn. Hardly nothin’. Next time, I'll pay attention."
Victarion’s words echoes like a promise in Asha's mind. Next time. She can still feel the storm in her blood, and his hands on hers and she knows that this mission they gave her is going to be way too much fun for her.
Yeah. Next time. For a lot of things.