the journey to his quarters is a blur; stolen, helpless kisses, touches in dark corridors while avoiding being seen. or, at least, not flaunting the fact that the prince is bringing a strange woman to bed. but honestly? concern for getting caught is far from zatanna's mind. it takes longer than she'd like to finally find privacy, the heavy wooden door shutting behind them.
her gown she had conjured to suit the setting, a luxurious purple with lantern sleeves and fitted bodice that gives her breasts just the right amount of contour. silver thread and beads spin a scene starlight that suggests her magic. it's lovely...even if it is destined for the stone floor beneath their feet.)
Finally, (zatanna sighs before returning to aemond's orbit with kisses and hands growing greedier with each passing moment.)
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the journey to his quarters is a blur; stolen, helpless kisses, touches in dark corridors while avoiding being seen. or, at least, not flaunting the fact that the prince is bringing a strange woman to bed. but honestly? concern for getting caught is far from zatanna's mind. it takes longer than she'd like to finally find privacy, the heavy wooden door shutting behind them.
her gown she had conjured to suit the setting, a luxurious purple with lantern sleeves and fitted bodice that gives her breasts just the right amount of contour. silver thread and beads spin a scene starlight that suggests her magic. it's lovely...even if it is destined for the stone floor beneath their feet.)
Finally, (zatanna sighs before returning to aemond's orbit with kisses and hands growing greedier with each passing moment.)