when he speaks, he speaks against her neck, as he kisses down her skin, "we are not doing that in an empty corridor, freydis. and not with me covered in traitor blood. let me at least give you something better."
his groan almost resembles a chuckle as cregan gently takes her wrists in his hands. he kisses her again, not as desperate as before, but still as needy.
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she laughs softly, and tips her head gently to brush her lips over his — but she doesn't kiss him again. not yet.
" i will feed your ego as i please, lord stark... " she muses, and her lips ease past his jaw, her jaw nipping the skin.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhe cleans ice by the moonlight. there is talk behind him, but the lord of winterfell focuses on his sword. he does, however, notice (reader) walking closer, "i figured you'd be resting."
"you know better than to feed my ego, freydis." he murmurs against her lips when he pulls back, his arm tightens around her hips, "i'll assume you are trying to rile me up."
as soon as freydis admits to craving him, cregan kisses her again. it is perhaps a wish to make up for all the times he didn't. for all the times he should have.
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it's probably a good idea they pause where they do — freydis isn't sure she'll be able to control herself if his lips wander any further.
her breath is heavy, and she exhales shakily before gently carding her fingers through his hair, her
the sound she makes fuels something in him and he wants to give her reason to make that same sound over and over and over. his arm remains on her hip, pulling her up and closer as he's wanted to do for so long. +
freydis has to tip her head back slightly to make sure their lips remain connected, and she does not falter when he draws her closer with a hand on her spine.
the moment their tongues brush, she's sure she can taste the copper of blood
when he pulls away to breathe this time, cregan latches his lips to her jaw and he kisses a line up to her earlobe. freydis is soft all over and he kisses her neck like a man starving, which he might as well be. +
his hand moves up freydis' spine just to make sure she is utterly pressed against him. just to make sure she can feel him, too, so that she knows that he will never leave again.
"aye... aye, I can do that alright." he mutters and catches her lips again. he pours all the longing of way too many moons, all the shared history into this kiss. it is still rough, but there's an aspect of worship to it. +
freydis laughs, but doesn't comment on the state of her broken nose.
the maester had dealt with it. it would take some time to heal.
but that was far from the focus in mind.
instead, freydis wrapped her arms around the taller man and
for some reason he thinks back to the moment he decided to bend the knee as their tongues brush again. in a way it is like that. he would surrender his very soul and place it upon her feet alongside the peace he promised. +
it happens slowly and in the blink of an eye at the same time. he sees her reaching up and meets her halfway. cregan could have been gentler in another time. but now, with the blood of their enemies still on his skin, with his blood pumping strong from battle, he can't. +
by this point, freydis isn't thinking. no, she can focus only on the man standing before her, covered head to toe in blood, his hands trembling from how weary he truly was.
the lord of winterfell, who had come to her aid without allowing
the kiss is rough, like they both are. cregan doesn't make a sound, but for some reason, the kiss is still loud inside the empty corridor. it is only when they pull away to breathe that he moves his hand from her hair to her chin. +