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[She is resplendent. Beyond words. His eye drinks her in before he even thinks of moving, or speaking. When he does move toward her he can't help but touch, his hands smoothing over her soft curves.]

So beautiful. Stunning.

[He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss beneath it.]

All for me.

(he gaze rakes over her and zatanna basks in it, her skin flushing and the fire of desire sparking even more. she sighs gratefully when aemond finally touches her---not just a hand rested chastely along her back over her clothing, but fingertips dancing over bare skin.

again his words make her shiver with delight.)

All for you. (she repeats, breathy. wanting.)

[It's easy enough to give in to the moment, to sweep her up in his arms and kiss her once more. To feel the firmness of her skin beneath his hands, her mouth relenting under his. Just in the moment.

And then he pulls back, tugging at his own shirt and letting it fall to the ground before he takes her by the hand and leads her over to the bed.]

(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.)

[He doesn't reply, save to lean in for another kiss. He presses her gently back against the mattress, bracing his arms on either side of her.]

You tantalize me, Zatanna. I want to feel all of you.

I want to feel you too, (she sighs sweetly against his lips and, as if to prove it to him, she hooks one leg around his hip to keep him close.)

[It's going to take some maneuvering to divest him of his trousers, but he'll get it done. Then he settles between her legs, brushes a bit of hair out of her face and kisses her nose.]

Ready?

(there they are, each noble and naked and drunk with desire. zatanna feels aemond brush against her and reaches between them, closing her hand around him and giving him a few languid strokes.

she almost offers to use her mouth to pleasure him, but it occurs to her that things here might be different, certain acts reserved for brothels. so instead she leans up to kiss him and nips at his bottom lip.)

Don't feel like you need to be gentle.

[Its almost alarming to him the things he thinks he would do to have her touch him again like that. But there’s time enough. Right now he wants her desperately and one of his hands reaches between them to guide himself inside her.

He groans loudly, just enjoying having her surround him. Then he snaps out of his reverie and starts to move, his breath heavy against her cheek.]

(the slow press of him inside her, the heady groan he exales...zatanna's breath quickens as the final gap between them is closed. she is snug around him, fluttering and flexing as she gets used to the delightful intrusion.

and then aemond moves and she sighs his name blissfully with pleas for more upon her tongue.)

[The pace is awkward to start, though he is definitely eager if inexperienced. He nips and licks at her neck, placing the occasional kiss to her skin as well.

She's encouraging him with the words and noises she makes and eventually, he settles into a steady rhythm.]

(she doesn't mind the clumsy beginning; he still has her feeling blissfully full and the little nips of affection and the drag of his kisses over whatever skin he can reach has her sighing with pleasure. zatanna wraps her long legs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back to coax him deeper. as for her hands, she threads her fingers into his lovely pale hair.)

That's it, (she encourages, rolling her hips to meet him.) Have your fill, Aemond...of all of me.

[It's clear he responds to positive reinforcement as his thrusts become harder and with more frequency. He buries his face in her hair, panting softly against her ear.]

Tell me...

(zatanna gasps with the shift in the forcefulness of his thrusts. he's so close. not just the way he moves within her, but the press of his firm chest flush against her own, the sound of his breathing so close. truly the world shrinks down until it's just them: a man and a woman here in his bed.)

Anything, anything, (she moans softly. she will say anything he wants her to, give him whatever he wants.)

Tell me what you want.

[Right now it's only about the physical, how she feels around and under him. More of a connection is what he wants. But only if she wants it, too.]

I want---(what does she want? she wants him to not stop, to make love to her like he's hours away from an execution. to show her how desperate he can be made. wants him to see her. but how is she supposed to say all that when he's buried in her to the hilt? she reaches, pets his cheek with her fingertips. she feels hopelessly enamored in the moment.)

I want...I want to forget where I end and you begin. I want to feel your heart beat on top of mine to the same rhythm. I want...(her murmured answer is interrupted by her own moan.)

I want you to lose yourself here with me.

[She wants more, and he can give that to her. Grunting, he takes her arms and raises them above her head, holding them there by her wrists. He angles himself slightly differently and pounds into her with more force than before. He nips and kisses her lips, watching her closely.]

(he pins her wrists and ruts into her anew and she looks to his good eye, her own half-lidded with need. she wills herself not to look away or close her eyes. he might feel the slightest shift in the aura around them as her innate magic thrums involuntarily. zatanna kisses him back, desperate.)

What...do you want? (she manages to pant, posing his question right back.)

[That shift in the air is palpable, even to him, and it makes him even more desperate for her. Clearly, he's doing something right. He keeps his rhythm, burying himself inside her with every stroke.]

Just you.

You...have me.

(she smiles softly, still unwilling to break her gaze away from his. but she does shift, loosening the grip around his waist with her legs and instead blooming for him, spreading apart.)

Please, Aemond...touch me?

[He kisses her softly. A hand reaches down, fingers brushing over the sweet spot between her legs. Again, a bit hesitant and likely a bit too gentle, but the last thing he wants is to hurt her. He waits for more encouragement to determine how much further he should go.]

(she gasps, hips bucking up at the touch. and she's nodding and he'd surely feel her flutter around his cock.)

Like that, (zee sighs sweetly.)

[He can't help but smile against her mouth when she moves and he can feel everything. His fingers don't bother to explore, staying where they are and rubbing with a bit more pressure to the sensitive nub.]

Like that?

(her lips part to answer but all that she can manage is another moan and a nod. the magic flares again as his touch sends shocks of pleasure through her.)

[He breathes it in. His thrusts slow down so she's not entirely overwhelmed, but he doesn't stop his attentions on either front.]

Come, now. Come for me.

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