An emptiness follows as she climbs out of the water, taking all of the heat with her. He watches her in amusement, craning his head to follow her naked form as she moved to retrieve the paint pots. He'd forgotten about them in the heat of the moment, but the taste of the paint returns to his tongue, a sudden reminder of what brought them here.

As she settles back in his lap, he lifts up the pot for better inspection. "How are we supposed to use these?" He asked. Despite having slept with her a few times before and several times with Ygritte, he didn't have very much creativity in the different ways lovers could play. He lived his life too seriously and come too late into love.

He dipped his fingers into it, pulling out a glob of red. Gently, he smeared it along the side of her neck, watching as the sharp angles turned crimson. His eyes darkened, wondering what it would be like to lick it clean.