Selwyn's Tent

[Marie]

A soft heart then, Rhaenys mused. Softer than mine, at any rate.

"So what happened to the stag once it grew to adulthood? Surely it couldn't care for itself?"

[The Smith]

"She released it into the woods. It may have died soon, or it may have not. She wanted it to have a chance though. To truly live." Selwyn said, his hand slowly balled into a fist.

[Marie]

"An honourable viewpoint, yet risky for a creature raised in captivity," Rhaenys commented. "But thank you for telling me, Selwyn. I think I understand you and your first wife a little better now."

[The Smith]

Selwyn nodded, and scratched at his arm. "Is there anything else? This is the last time I will be seeing you until you return from Harrenhal."

[Marie]

"Nothing," she said. "Just wish me luck and I will be on my way."

[The Smith]

Selwyn stepped forward, and embraced her. He pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue forcing entry into her mouth. After a moment he broke the kiss slowly and asked, "Are you sure there is nothing?" His hands were tight on her hips.

[Marie]

His kiss had started to rouse her so that she hesitated.

"Well, I could delay a little longer before starting to make my preparations, and it would be remiss of me not to say farewell to you properly," she said with a grin. "Very well then, we shall spend a little time amusing ourselves, but we'd best hurry. Just don't tear my clothing this time."

She reached down to unlace her breeches.

[The Smith]

Selwyn jerked her pants down. He pushed her down into a seating position on the camp bed. Then he fell to his knees in front of her. Taking up one boot he placed it on his leg and slowly unlaced it. Removing the boot he massaged her foot with his strong hands. The whole time, he just stared hungrily into her eyes. Slowly he repeated the process with her other boot, and foot.

Then removing her pants, he folded them quickly. Reaching forward he pulled her tunic off over her head, and folded that placing it lightly atop her pants. Then he stood removing his own shirt. Leaning down into her, his hand pulled her up into another deep kiss.

[Marie]

She returned his kiss with a hunger she hadn't expected. It had been some days since their last time together and already she was beginning to value Selwyn's skill in that area. She kissed his mouth for a while then moved down to his throat and further still, to his chest.

"You should take your breeches off as well," she said huskily, reaching down to his laces.

Then she resumed her attention to his chest and waited for him to make the next move.

[The Smith]

Selwyn stepped roughly out of his breeches and sat next to her. A malformed hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts, and he leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. After a long moment he pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting atop of him, and he began to rub her shoulders with his remaining fingers. He leaned forward to kiss her back, moving his mouth up and down her pale flesh.

[Marie]

Rhaenys shivered at his touch and arched her back against him.

"You shouldn't be so good at this and yet you are," she murmued. "Take me, Sewlyn. I am yours."

[The Smith]

Selwyn merely grunted, "I know." Then he grabbed her hips lifting her up and guiding her down atop of him. He slid back onto the bed, and nipped her neck. His hands began to move her in time with his hips. He was soon hard at work.

[Marie]

Her eyes were closed as she rode him hard, the bed creaking beneath them. Her hair came loose of its binding and flew about her head and her breath came fast and heavy. Finally, her climax came and she collapsed on him with a cry of satisfaction.

[The Smith]

Selwyn laid down, stretching his legs out, and his eye moved to her and he leisurely placed a hand behind his head. He breathed in deeply, until his breathing normalized.

[Marie]

After a while, Rhaenys ventured "I will miss you, and this, when I'm gone to Harrenhal."