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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 27, 2009 17:13:28 GMT -5
She laughed. "Lets not over exert yourself Ser. It would be better for you to regain all your strenght before trying to tackle someone like me."
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Post by Marie on Jun 27, 2009 17:29:50 GMT -5
"You are...interested then?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 27, 2009 17:31:27 GMT -5
"Take that as you will Ser, but strenious exercise in your condition cannot be good for you!"
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Post by Marie on Jun 27, 2009 17:37:36 GMT -5
Maekar gave her one of the charming grins that only women ever saw. Somehow the Ironborn girl had intrigued him right from the start and he wanted her in his bed. He also liked her for other reasons too.
"It might be worth dying if you were with me until the last. I'm game if you don't mind doing most of the work."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 27, 2009 17:39:48 GMT -5
She laughed. "These healers would frown upon it and withdraw their help. Their spitful like that at times."
Ganieda showed the usual distrust that most Iron-born did to healers.
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Post by Marie on Jun 27, 2009 17:53:23 GMT -5
Maekar shrugged. He'd never noticed, but maybe that was on account of who he was. No maester would dare offend someone with the Targaryen blood even though it was baseborn.
"Another time then. In the meantime, a kiss will whet our appetites."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. His hand was strong still, his fingers callused. Ganieda had no chance to react as his mouth descended upon herself and he kissed her with all the passion he could not give his wife.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 27, 2009 17:57:45 GMT -5
Gen seemed surprised for a moment then kissed him back fiercely.
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Post by Marie on Jun 27, 2009 18:04:43 GMT -5
He let go of her wrist and slipped his hand behind her, looking his arm around her body to pull her ever closer while they kissed. Unfortunately the loss of an arm made him clumsy and misjudge his own strength and Ganieda ended up falling on top of Maekar and the bed.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 27, 2009 18:15:30 GMT -5
Ganieda stifled a laugh at the reaction of a healer who was in the tent.
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Post by Marie on Jun 28, 2009 8:32:30 GMT -5
Maekar groaned, having forgotten they might be observed. He wanted her desperately despite his weakness.
"My lady," he whispered. "Swear you'll come back to me when I'm fit for it. I won't you go until you do."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 28, 2009 13:04:36 GMT -5
She smiled. "I will, if not youll find where I am in the Iron Camp Im sure."
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Post by Marie on Jun 28, 2009 14:46:36 GMT -5
"Now that's unkind, and unworthy of a lady as sweet as you. It's more fitting for the squid to come ot the dragon."
His arm held her a bit tighter and his breath was hot on her face.
"You do realise that I could command you to come to me, if I wanted to?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 28, 2009 14:49:09 GMT -5
"You could and you can guess the answer." She replied with some amusement. "Anyway, I don't follow the Kraken banner. Mine is the scythe."
She kissed him again lightly.
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Post by Marie on Jun 28, 2009 15:02:40 GMT -5
Maekar returned Ganieda's kiss with passion then eased her back so he could look at her.
"The scythe, eh? How many admirers have you cut down then?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 28, 2009 15:05:03 GMT -5
She shrugged with a smile.
"Who said I had any?"
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