(zatanna kisses him back with all the ease she speaks her magic, as easily as she breathes. and she almost whines when he pulls away. but when aemond joins her in baring himself, his tunic cast aside, and leads her to the bed...well, it more than makes up for the sin of interrupting their kisses.
settling upon his bed, she looks to him. his form his pleasing, toned from practice with the sword and dragon riding, no doubt. a few scars, too, have her wonder the stories they tell.)
You're beautiful too, (she says reverently, reaching to trace along the contours of his bare chest and abdomen.)
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settling upon his bed, she looks to him. his form his pleasing, toned from practice with the sword and dragon riding, no doubt. a few scars, too, have her wonder the stories they tell.)
You're beautiful too, (she says reverently, reaching to trace along the contours of his bare chest and abdomen.)