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[He felt the shift of weight as Ghost got up from the bed, not uncommon during the night when he would sense something in the hall or simply want to be on his own. It was only when that weight returned that he started to stir a little. It was uncommon for Ghost to come and go suddenly unless something was wrong.

There was a hint of perfume, soft and gentle like some of the women he had come to know in this world. He was bare chested beneath the sheets, his scars would be obvious, even in the dark room. He feels the shift of clothing but before he fully wakes, a warm hand encircles his cock, already hardening under Lucy's attention.

He blinks, his eyes struggling to focus in the darkness. Brown hair and sweet smile clue him into who is at his side, but strangely, he never thought she'd be capable of it.]

Lucy?

Yes.

[Her voice is gentle in the darkness, but her hand only slightly less so. She handles him with confidence as he stiffens beneath her touch, rocking her hand up the length of him and then back down.

This is a game now.]

I have stolen away from my lord to come and be with you.

[This is true, to a degree. Lucy has freedoms, but she must be home at night, because Magnus like to hold her in his bed. She will have to come back after this trust.

But still it is fun to pretend, to play in sneaking and hiding.]

Are you pleased to see me?

[He didn't expect her to know how to move her hand along his length. She was gentle in the way that she needed to be, whispering her palm against his shaft. There was a confidence he hadn't imagined after learning she was a maid in coming here.

He can't help the shiver or the twitch of his cock, responding to her attention.

His first instinct is to ask about her being kept on such a tight leash, but her hand is wrapped around him and arousal is coursing through his veins. The last thing he wants is to talk about another man.]

It's a surprise. [But he smiles, even as he struggles a little for breath.] You told me you were wild, I didn't think it was true.

[She moves so she's straddling his legs. This is an adventure; she is a wild and feral thing, and no one believes her until they see it for themselves.

She does not mind. Instead she presses her mouth against the base of his shaft, and then her tongue flat against the head. These are acts she never knew existed, only a month ago, but she has never been a coward. It's fun. She runs her tongue down the length of him, and then her hand is stroking him again.]

No one ever thinks it's true. If my royal brothers were here, they would have already locked me away for fear of my wildness sowing these seeds.

But you did not say if you are pleased to see me. Should I stop?

[His mind is lagging behind her movements, still left amazed by her earlier actions before being able to absorb what she was doing next. By the time he realized she was on his lap, her mouth was being pressed against his cock. He gave a low groan at the feeling of her tongue, struggling to catch up to her spontaneous actions.]

I suppose I should be glad you're brothers aren't here.

[Or anyone else.]

Gods, no don't stop. [It's said with a bit more edge as hands tangled in her hair, drawing her closer so he could kiss her while not losing her hand on his shaft.] I am glad to see you, if you can't see that?

Oh yes.

[She giggles, then, moving up to kiss him, the slight twinge of pain of his hand in her hair more delicious than she would admit to now. It is, she has decided, nice to be so desired that a man forgets his strength. At least like this.]

I see quite well how pleased you are for my royal company.

[And she kisses him again, rocking up against him.]

I don't think this has anything to do with royalty-

[It's all he can manage before his voice breaks into a moan. He's torn between kissing her or letting his head fall back against his pillow. His eyes are dark and heavy, struggling to stay focused as he wanted to slip more and more into the sensation she was giving him.

He kisses her back, rolling his hips up against her.]

You don't have to- There's something else we can do.

[Something better than just her hand.]

What should that be?

[She says it curiously, and her hand pauses but tightens, holds him tightly, so he cannot forget that she is there. Not that it's very likely. It's oddly thrilling, to be the one in charge, to have a man underneath her submitting to her in a way that he cannot help.]

What would you like?

To be inside you.

[He rocked his hips up again, torn between wanting her hand to continue moving or being buried within her wet heat. His eyes were like two black pools, inviting and beseeching her for more.]

To let you ride me.

Yes?

[She lifts her chemise, and rocks up to direct his cock against her, against the wet heat of her, and starts to lower down onto him.]

Ah-

Like that?

[She's smiling down at him, pulling his hands up to her waist and lowering, still, slowly, easily.]

Yes.

[He can barely think, his body trembling as she sheaths herself on him.]

Like that.

[It was the first time he had been inside her, the first time he felt that heat. It was almost too much, overwhelming him as his chest tightened with need.]

Gods, you're so warm.

[He's pressed inside her, and she feels his heat against her skin, and she leans forward a bit.]

I feel so-

[Full, she thinks, but doesn't say.]

Look up at me, Jon.

[She starts to rock on him, to ride him in earnest, her hands on his shoulders as she eases up and down on his erection.]

[He does as she commands, meeting her eyes earnestly.]

Feel so?

[He suspects what she was going to say, but he wants to hear it.

His hips rock up slowly, letting her ride at a leisurely pace, allowing him to indulge and enjoy the feel of her. There was time for reckless abandon, but for now, he wanted to make love, to indulge and feel all of her.]

[She starts to laugh now, taking his hands and running them up her chemise, rocking against him.]

Full.

[She says it with a huff of breath, and keeps moving his hands until they're cupping her breasts, and she leans down and kisses him, and presses her nose against his cheek as she moves.]

Tell me you like this. Please.

[His hand squeezes her breast, letting out a deep breath at the softness of her.]

I do like it. So much.

[His kisses are deep and lingering, wanting her to feel what he sometimes struggled to say. Tongue probed her, tasting her mouth and the sweetness there.]

[She nudges her nose against his and gives him another kiss, and then another. She keeps moving, though, her hands on his stomach, exploring his skin.]

I cannot believe I had to sneak-

[She huffs and whimpers with the pleasure of it.]

I cannot believe you could not come find me.

[But she's laughing, pleased.]

I'm glad you did.

[He might not have been brave enough to manage on his own. But in seeing this side of her, there was no more fear of corrupting her.

He could indulge and enjoy everything she offered.]

This is better. We can be alone.

[She laughs again. She rocks against him and presses another kiss to him.]

One day I will command you to put your mouth on me, and I will make you have me peak at least three times before I give you your pleasure.

[A bold statement, but Lucy feels like she can explore this now, and she wants to make him shudder.]

You can tonight. There is nothing keeping us from doing so much more.

[He likes this side of her, so confident and certain. He'd gladly follow her command and let her see how strong his tongue could be.]

[She laughs and sits up, taking herself off him.]

Then I will make you suffer now.

[Maybe it's not fair, but she knows she can do it, and she knows he will obey her.]

Sit up, then.

[He groans as she slips out of him, his head falling back against the pillow.]

That's cruel.

[But he follows her direction and sits up, the sheet falling away from his bare chest.]

[She laughs and leans back against the headrest, and she stretches out, not tall but she looks long, easy.]

You are very handsome, sir.

[She says it and opens her arms.]

[He's heard something similar, but often it was teasing from his brothers in the Night's Watch.

Her words were sweet and soothing for a man that never felt completely comfortable in his skin. He leaned over her, brushing kisses along the length of her neck and shoulders.]

You're beautiful.

Yes?

Thank you.

[She says it with genuine care, nudging her shoulders back, so her breasts brush against him.[

You are so careful with me.

[A hand runs between them, caressing her breast before finally cupping it in his hand.

It was soft, as she was. For as wild as she could be, she offered so much tenderness and had skin as pure as fresh snow.]

I want to enjoy this.

[Before he lost himself in her.]

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