(what stands out the most in this moment is the shift in aemond's demeanor, as though now that he has made up his mind that he does indeed wish to bed her that nothing in heaven or hell could possibly deter him from pursuing his desire. it is resolute and, decidedly, him. his calloused hands tangle in her dark curls and he claims her lips with kisses---and then he's leading her further in.
she doesn't recognize the term of affection he uses but zatanna smiles nonetheless. and, never one to pass up an opportunity for dramatics, she twirls in front of him in her gown and he'd surely watch entranced as the fabric seems to liquefy and melt down her body into a pool of silks at her feet.
and she is bare. her form is voluptuous; ample breasts each more than a handful. perfectly curved hips. a trimmed patch of wiry hair at the apex of her thighs. toned legs and backside---among her best features, if she had to pick. all offered unto him for appraisal and admiration.)
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she doesn't recognize the term of affection he uses but zatanna smiles nonetheless. and, never one to pass up an opportunity for dramatics, she twirls in front of him in her gown and he'd surely watch entranced as the fabric seems to liquefy and melt down her body into a pool of silks at her feet.
and she is bare. her form is voluptuous; ample breasts each more than a handful. perfectly curved hips. a trimmed patch of wiry hair at the apex of her thighs. toned legs and backside---among her best features, if she had to pick. all offered unto him for appraisal and admiration.)