He realizes more than ever how much he needs this. This closeness, that connection with another, to truly belong. Just like her he has lost a lot over the years. A home, a wife, family, friends. It all seemed to seep through his fingers like sand and he had been unable to grasp it. Like it always has been.
But this was real and warm. And Robb Stark does not want to ruin this as well. Not Neria. Not ever. And he finds his head full of promises again, his heart full of warmth. And he tries to convey all of that into one single kiss.
When she moves closer he does the same, shifting to sit more on his knees, his fingers tracing her jawline with utmost care. Slowly he curls another arm around her waist, his hand lightly resting on her back while fingers carefully dig into the fabric of her dress.
"Neria..." Robb whispers after he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "...This...I..." He hates it when words fail him and for a second annoyance flashes in his eyes. Kings do not stammer. "It feels good."
If Robb is full of promises and warmth, she is heat reflected, her head spinning with excuses instead of promises. She has a duty to fulfill, a contingent of soldiers in her care (family to her now, nothing less), and a short life to live back home. She has every intention of returning to them and the thought makes her ache. Robb has become too important to her, too close that she feels if she left, she knew she'd be heartbroken. But the reality is this: they will part ways and return to their worlds as they are, to fulfill futures neither of them want, far apart from each other.
That's why this moment is so much more important to her. Seasons change, people change, and their time together may be short. Tomorrow, they might be separated. But right now, tonight, they are alive and they are together. Every second is precious.
Neria leans back against his forehead and opens her eyes to look at him for just a moment. She smiles, nose brushing his. "Then don't stop," she murmurs, hold tightening on him, as if offering comfort with the press of her body instead of something much more intimate. "You have my permission." To have her, to be close, to fall apart in front of her, it doesn't matter; she will stay, she will hold him, and she is his tonight. "You needn't hold back," she promises, and kisses him again, just a brush of her lips to his.
His heart fills itself with a pleasant warmth when he hears those words from her mouth. After all they have been through, after all the people they have lost and dangers they have faced, they still are together. And maybe their time will be short and it could very well be that one day he will notice that she has returned to her homeland, leaving him here to solve matters for the Trumps.
“Losing you would be a terrible thing,” he admits softly, his forehead still resting against hers, fingers still digging into the fabric of her clothes. His cheeks glow a little with the trust she has in him and when her lips slide over his again he manages to capture her lower lip between his for a couple of seconds. “Then I will not...”
It pains him a little to have to break that kiss to get up and lift her up. Not far from the fire lie two blankets on top of a small pile of furs.
“Grey Wind, keep watch,” he says, his voice surprisingly curt and commanding. Yet, when his eyes are back on her face the smiles a warm smile and can’t help to feel a bit giddy about bedding her.
“You should not hold back either, I wish to look at you when you come undone.” The tone of his voice is soft and kind and his face is as red as a beet.
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But this was real and warm. And Robb Stark does not want to ruin this as well. Not Neria. Not ever. And he finds his head full of promises again, his heart full of warmth. And he tries to convey all of that into one single kiss.
When she moves closer he does the same, shifting to sit more on his knees, his fingers tracing her jawline with utmost care. Slowly he curls another arm around her waist, his hand lightly resting on her back while fingers carefully dig into the fabric of her dress.
"Neria..." Robb whispers after he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "...This...I..." He hates it when words fail him and for a second annoyance flashes in his eyes. Kings do not stammer. "It feels good."
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That's why this moment is so much more important to her. Seasons change, people change, and their time together may be short. Tomorrow, they might be separated. But right now, tonight, they are alive and they are together. Every second is precious.
Neria leans back against his forehead and opens her eyes to look at him for just a moment. She smiles, nose brushing his. "Then don't stop," she murmurs, hold tightening on him, as if offering comfort with the press of her body instead of something much more intimate. "You have my permission." To have her, to be close, to fall apart in front of her, it doesn't matter; she will stay, she will hold him, and she is his tonight. "You needn't hold back," she promises, and kisses him again, just a brush of her lips to his.
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“Losing you would be a terrible thing,” he admits softly, his forehead still resting against hers, fingers still digging into the fabric of her clothes. His cheeks glow a little with the trust she has in him and when her lips slide over his again he manages to capture her lower lip between his for a couple of seconds. “Then I will not...”
It pains him a little to have to break that kiss to get up and lift her up. Not far from the fire lie two blankets on top of a small pile of furs.
“Grey Wind, keep watch,” he says, his voice surprisingly curt and commanding. Yet, when his eyes are back on her face the smiles a warm smile and can’t help to feel a bit giddy about bedding her.
“You should not hold back either, I wish to look at you when you come undone.” The tone of his voice is soft and kind and his face is as red as a beet.