Robb barely acknowledged the exit of Mina. Only enough to wait until she was gone. He moved forward, and Caireann met him part-way, her hand falling on his shoulder, and he stopped there, looking down at her as she looked up at him, trying to soothe him with her words. Robb did not want words, though. That was the last thing that he wanted right then, he’d had enough of words and how they could sting.
No, he wanted to forget words right then, and so his hand reached for her chin, her cheek, to cup it and keep her head tilted up as he brought his lips down to hers, a crushing pressure that he needed to feel then. To remember that softness that loved him – that he loved.
Lenore’s words were lies.
As he parted his lips from her, his breath was shaky, but his words were still firm. Eyes closed. “I need you.” He opened them to capture her gaze in his. “Now.” Earnest passion as the hand at her cheek moved behind her head to undo her hair, so he could have those strands splayed.
He’d move to kiss her again as well, his hands could multi-task – hold her near and up, and undo her hair. Crush her against him.
~***~
An anger built as Jaime tried to say he didn’t care for the Alliance, but cared for her. It was a contradiction, but one they lived by. She wanted his father dead, but wanted no harm to come to Jaime. He wanted no harm to come to her, but wanted his father to live. It was not an easy situation for either.
Not now. Not ever.
He drew closer, and Lenore resisted that instinct to step back then. She held her ground and her own fists clenched, nails digging into her palms as she let Jaime speak his piece, even if she wanted to slap him to make him shut up. ‘All I have is pride.’ Though it wasn’t true.
She had the Alliance. She had Hill, Vikary – hell, she held Jaime Lannister, and had spoken with Olenna Tyrell. She was no longer the Hetherspoon with naught but a lie. She was the Reyne with an army, and Robb was her ally, not an enemy.
Perhaps…she should have been cordial. In the Council, she would have been at Robb’s side and defended him from the thorns. She knew how to endure such barbs and sharp words, but Robb did not. She had…what had she done?
The anger wanted to remain. The pride. But her head lowered, the glare faltered, and in the silence her fists relaxed. Jaime was right, but her tongue wouldn’t form words to admit the error as it started to register in her head. She did…have something to lose besides her pride. More important things than her pride.
No, he wanted to forget words right then, and so his hand reached for her chin, her cheek, to cup it and keep her head tilted up as he brought his lips down to hers, a crushing pressure that he needed to feel then. To remember that softness that loved him – that he loved.
Lenore’s words were lies.
As he parted his lips from her, his breath was shaky, but his words were still firm. Eyes closed. “I need you.” He opened them to capture her gaze in his. “Now.” Earnest passion as the hand at her cheek moved behind her head to undo her hair, so he could have those strands splayed.
He’d move to kiss her again as well, his hands could multi-task – hold her near and up, and undo her hair. Crush her against him.
~***~
An anger built as Jaime tried to say he didn’t care for the Alliance, but cared for her. It was a contradiction, but one they lived by. She wanted his father dead, but wanted no harm to come to Jaime. He wanted no harm to come to her, but wanted his father to live. It was not an easy situation for either.
Not now. Not ever.
He drew closer, and Lenore resisted that instinct to step back then. She held her ground and her own fists clenched, nails digging into her palms as she let Jaime speak his piece, even if she wanted to slap him to make him shut up. ‘All I have is pride.’ Though it wasn’t true.
She had the Alliance. She had Hill, Vikary – hell, she held Jaime Lannister, and had spoken with Olenna Tyrell. She was no longer the Hetherspoon with naught but a lie. She was the Reyne with an army, and Robb was her ally, not an enemy.
Perhaps…she should have been cordial. In the Council, she would have been at Robb’s side and defended him from the thorns. She knew how to endure such barbs and sharp words, but Robb did not. She had…what had she done?
The anger wanted to remain. The pride. But her head lowered, the glare faltered, and in the silence her fists relaxed. Jaime was right, but her tongue wouldn’t form words to admit the error as it started to register in her head. She did…have something to lose besides her pride. More important things than her pride.