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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 0:34:08 GMT -5
Lord Stark surprised by her closeness took a step back and tripped over the stairs he had just walked down. Falling on his ass he groaned with pain.
His assembled staff took a deep breath, and contained their collective laughter.
He shot back to his feet almost immediately, "Well good. I am returning to bed now." He starts up the stairs, rubbing at his bruised buttocks.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 0:36:20 GMT -5
"I've made two good northmen fall down the stairs tonight," Mally said mournfully. "Shall I get you a salve, m'lord?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 0:44:44 GMT -5
Mally fetched a salve and went back upstairs to find Lord Stark lying on his bed. "Do the poor bruised buttocks still hurt, m'lord?" she asked sympathetically. "Let me see." She gently unlaced his breeches and pulled them down to examine the bruised buttocks.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 0:45:11 GMT -5
"Salve?" Benjen asks like he never heard the word before, "No Thank you." He starts to pull up his pants.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 0:47:04 GMT -5
OOC: My post was first  "But you must let me put it on for you." Mally insisted gently. "I feel so guilty, m'lord. You showed me such kindness and generosity, and I repay you by making you fall!" |
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 0:50:07 GMT -5
"You did not make me fall. Mally I tripped on my own. And No Thank you." He tries to gently push her from the room.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 0:54:51 GMT -5
Mally tripped on the rug, and fell against him with a small gasp.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 0:57:38 GMT -5
Frowning still Stark conintued to gently urge her from the room, "Are you alright? You must need to rest, I will summon one of my men to help you to your room."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 0:59:14 GMT -5
"Oh, m'lord, I have a cramp in my leg! Oh! How it hurts me!" Mally buried her head in Stark's shoulder and began whimpering. Her golden curls tumbled over him, and this close, he could smell her scent.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 1:16:23 GMT -5
Helping her to the bed, he sits her down, and then turns toward the door, "I will send for some herbs. You may sleep there tonight. I will bunk with the men."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 6:25:01 GMT -5
Mally found herself gazing at him. She could tell that he wanted her, but...was there truly no end to this man's kindness? So far, Lord Stark had not behaved like the monster she had thought he was. He was gentle and kind and honest...and he was trying not to sleep with her. Mally didn't know whether to feel offended or aroused.
She lay back on the bed, legs splayed suggestively, and smiled up at him. "It's not herbs you need to fight a cramp, m'lord, it's a pair of strong hands."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2007 10:48:08 GMT -5
Benjen glanced back once at her as he reached out for the door handle, "I will send up Sara, she has strong hands for a cook."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2007 10:50:33 GMT -5
When the door closed, Mally laughed and laughed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2007 2:01:36 GMT -5
After a couple weeks of working in the Stark manse, Mally learned how to mull and spice Benjen Stark's wine exactly as he liked it, and took it to him in his solar.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 1, 2007 2:05:38 GMT -5
Stark did not look up, he was staring at a family portrait. Five painted images stared back up at him, he was often found looking at that painting. What was not normal was the bottle of hard liquer sitting open and three quarters empty just within reach of his strong arms.
With out even looking up Benjen says, "Put it over there."
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Hope you all are well and happy.