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Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Sharp Sword Dec 22, 2008 14:21:12 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 22, 2008 14:21:12 GMT -5 "We can't be sure. And, truth be told, my attention is rather compromised by the lovely girl in my arms."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Dec 22, 2008 14:31:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 22, 2008 14:31:01 GMT -5 She giggled and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him full on the mouth.

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The Sharp Sword Dec 22, 2008 16:39:00 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Dec 22, 2008 16:39:00 GMT -5

Tyberion responds in kind, wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her up into the air. He spins her around for a turn, before setting her back down, leaning over, and securing the latch on the room's door. "Wouldn't do to have nosy servants stumbling about." He whispers to her.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Dec 22, 2008 17:00:56 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 22, 2008 17:00:56 GMT -5 Haley blushed, never having done anything like this before.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Sharp Sword Dec 29, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 29, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5 Tyberion smirks when he sees her face go red, as his hands go back around her waist. "I do hope I'm not being too forward, my dear. But one becomes rather emboldened by love, after all."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Dec 30, 2008 15:15:19 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 30, 2008 15:15:19 GMT -5 She shook her head with a shy smile.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Sharp Sword Jan 4, 2009 15:32:46 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jan 4, 2009 15:32:46 GMT -5 "Oh good," He says with a grin, leaning in for another kiss, his hand sliding a bit further down her back.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Jan 8, 2009 4:12:52 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jan 8, 2009 4:12:52 GMT -5 Haley shivered slightly at his touch. She put her hand softly on his cheek. "What will happen with us?"

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The Sharp Sword Jan 8, 2009 18:39:59 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Jan 8, 2009 18:39:59 GMT -5

"I don't see the future, my dear. I can make the occasional prediction, however. We'll enjoy ourselves, I think, and come up with an excuse for your brother as to why you're returning home so flushed, tired, and late. Beyond that is more the gods' province than mine." He tells her with a crooked grin.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Jan 9, 2009 13:04:25 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jan 9, 2009 13:04:25 GMT -5 She smiled slightly at her own stupidity. "So what excuse can you think of?"

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The Sharp Sword Jan 9, 2009 18:32:48 GMT -5

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"You were praying, and got into a lively discussion with the septon. You found a lovely little veranda and got caught up in the book you were reading. You were accosted by several members of the city guard. You had the time of your life in Lord Lannister's bed." He lists off the excuses slowly, as he moves his lips gradually down her neck.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Jan 9, 2009 18:51:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jan 9, 2009 18:51:23 GMT -5 "The last one would give him a heart attack." She said quietly.

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The Sharp Sword Jan 9, 2009 21:10:45 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2009 21:10:45 GMT -5

"But at least your conscience would be clean," He tells her, as one hand begins unlacing her bodice. " Even better, tell him it's none of his damn business where you spend your time, or who with," He laughs between kisses running further and further down her chest. "But before any of that, Haley, tell me you love me."

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We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	The Sharp Sword Jan 10, 2009 6:47:49 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jan 10, 2009 6:47:49 GMT -5 "I love you Tyberion." She whispered to him. She started to unlace his breeches. "I love you."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Sharp Sword Jan 11, 2009 12:48:22 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2009 12:48:22 GMT -5 Tyberion just smiles back, pulling her gently toward a divan in the room. He sits, and pulls her down to straddle him.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.