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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 21:53:39 GMT -5
Erik's eyes go wide in mock surprise. "And what would you know about his fine Kingsguard manhood, exactly?" He asks, "Does His Knightship take the occasional trip down to your den of ill repute?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 21:56:14 GMT -5
Dacey giggled, her arms around him. "No," she said slyly. "But another one did."
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:06:10 GMT -5
Erik's grin gets wider. "And which one was it? That vain bastard, Blackwood? He seems like the sort." His hands slide up further, to her waist. "I warn you, I have ways of making you talk."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 22:07:39 GMT -5
Dacey smiled, her gaze never leaving his as his hands slid up her bodice. "But my lord, we love to be discreet. I couldn't possibly tell you."
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:14:58 GMT -5
"Well, then you've brought this on yourself," He says, all seriousness, and begins tickling her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 22:17:01 GMT -5
Dacey squirmed, gasping with surprised laughter, and nearly fell off the chair. As she contorted, she gasped, "All right all right, it was Ser..." she twisted, giggling, "Gower! It was Felwick Gower!"
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:20:47 GMT -5
Erik is laughing as well, but holds on to make sure she doesn't fall, and stops tickling when she gives the answer.
"Well," He says softly, as one hand glides gently up between her legs, "Normally there would be more, to make sure you weren't lying, but I suppose I can give you the benefit of the doubt."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 22:23:55 GMT -5
Dacey's eyes turned to liquid as his hand slid up. "And what," she whispered, tugging on his breeches, "does this fine ironborn do when he trusts a girl?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:31:05 GMT -5
"I expect you'll find out soon, darlin'," Erik tells her before kissing her hard again, his one hand working between her legs while the other fumbles to get her dress off.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 22:34:16 GMT -5
"Hard as iron, I see," Dacey chuckled softly, helping him remove her dress with one hand. Then she rode him the chair for a long time, her cries heard down in the docks. When they were finished, they saw one of the vodka glasses had fallen off and smashed on the cabin floor.
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:38:38 GMT -5
"Look what we've gone and done," Erik says upon seeing the glass. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that one of the shards must have nicked him on the leg. "Well, you certainly are an able distraction," He tells her, cleaning up the wound with a cloth and a bit of the liquor.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 22:47:28 GMT -5
Dacey was flushed and breathless. "Indeed. Are you hurt bad?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 22:57:35 GMT -5
Erik scoffs at the very idea. "No, not at all. Don't you worry over a little scratch, just grab a couple more drinks, if you don't mind."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2008 23:00:36 GMT -5
Dacey slipped off him and went to the cabinet, and poured wine for both of them. Then she guided him over to the bed and laid him down a little, lifting the flagon to his lips.
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Post by Erik on Apr 10, 2008 23:11:18 GMT -5
Erik takes the flagon and pats the bed next to him, wanting her to lie down as well.
"Wonderful idea Mortimer had, stopping in House Avalon earlier."
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