The Lucky Bastard

[Erik]

This longship docked in the harbor flies the barrel-and-axes of House Coldiron. Several Ironborn left on guard duty mill about on deck.

[Erik]

Erik leads Dacey to the ship, a few of the guards ogling her before they disappear into the cabin.

It is a well-appointed room, with a table and chair, a large bed, maps on most of the walls, with various knightly shields in between, and a sizable cabinet to one side.

Erik steps up to that cabinet, opens it, and reveals a panoply of bottles.

"Well, darling, what shall we have to start?" He asks, looking them over. "We've got quite a few Dornish wines, some Arbor stuff that someone took from the Shields, Bear Island mead, this splendid drink my cousins brought over from Ibben called vodka..."

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Dacey had admired the beautiful longship, enjoying the salty smell of Blackwater Bay and the cool night breeze as she boarded The Lucky Bastard. She knew little about ships, but it was as fine a vessel as she'd ever seen in the harbor.

She leaned over his back and put her chin on his shoulder as he took out bottles. "What's vodka? Let's try it. If I like it, I'm sending an order to Ibbim or whatever that place is called."

[Erik]

"It's very strong stuff," Erik says as he pours two glasses, "But not a whole lot of flavor. I don't know what they make it out of." He hands her one of the glasses, and lifts his up for a toast. "To Prince Rodrick, and his cunning plans."

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Dacey grinned and clinked her glass with his. "May he pay the iron price for all his possessions in the future. Including his wives." She winked, and downed her vodka.

[Erik]

Erik downs his as well, and watches her reaction. He still isn't quite used to the stuff, but manages to keep from coughing. He then pours another couple of glasses, nursing his this time.

"So the ship is up to your high standards, then?"

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Dacey hadn't eaten a great deal, so the first glass hit her harder than she expected. She swallowed and blinked at him, and smiled, leaning against the cabinet. "Well, that got me warm, and really fast." She felt a fire spreading in her belly.

[Erik]

Erik grins and replies, "I know of a few things able to pull that off," as he pulls her in close with his free hand for a kiss.

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Dacey allowed him to pull her in, laughing, and kissed him deeply, the hand with the vodka glass in it draping over his shoulder.

[Erik]

"I really should come back to this city more often," Erik whispers, taking another sip, and then another kiss, "Though I seem to recall having the idea to throw you in the hold and sail right back home with you. Either way works for me."

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Dacey gently pushed him down onto a chair and straddled his lap. "It's too cold up north for me," she gave a low laugh, kissing him again. "Though if you were to install yourself in the Red Keep, why, I might be able to warm you as much you like." Another kiss, and she took the vodka glass from him and set it back on the table, wrapping her arms around his neck.

[Erik]

Erik also sets his glass down and begins to run his hands up her legs, now kissing her neck.

"Sounds wonderful, darling," He replies when his mouth is free, "But an Ironborn living in the Green Lands? What a scandal that would cause."

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"Oh, I can think of better ways to cause scandal," Dacey breathed, removing the clasp of his cloak and nibbling his ear. "So many better ways."

[Erik]

"I'm sure I can muster up a few as well," Erik chuckles softly, his hands now under her dress and on her rear, pulling her tight, "What say we take a trip to the Great Sept at noon, and give the Silent Sisters a show? That should just about do it."

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"In front of Ser Benfry," Dacey whispered, pressing against him and unlacing his breeches. "You saw him today. We should teach him how to use his fine Kingsguard manhood."