Faceless // Jaqen H'ghar

Drowning

Jaqen kissed Sera, drowning all her senses with his lingering words, his intoxicating taste, his powerful body flesh to hers. She couldn't breathe when he pulled away her lips numb but a smile tugging at her lips.

'Where did you go?' Sera questioned looking jaqen over when he got back, when she finally caught her breath.

'I was taken prisoner.' He told her simply. 'Then I made the most of my journey.'

'Oh? Thats all?' Sera teased he smiled over at her

'Did you miss me? '

'Now why would a faceless woman miss a faceless man? There would be nothing to miss.' She reminded him he wrapped a hand around her waist.

'Smart girl.'

'Woman.' She corrected

'But you did. I see it on your face.' Jaqen told her

'And i can feel how much you missed me.' She countered his member pressing up against her.

'I have grown quite used to your presence.' He admitted. 'I don't like sleeping apart from you.'

'I give you all the warm and fuzzies?' Sera teased as he kissed her.

'You make a man want to be more than just a man.' Jaqen told her

'Rebel. Don't let boss hear you say that,' sera teased pulling him to her. In the middle of the room the fountain spurting down causing little droplets to sprinkle jaqens bare back before he tipped them both back into the fountain drenching them. Sera laughed as he pulled at her clothes. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed like she would have been before all this. Fornication in the middle of a public area, gasp! Anyone could walk in and see anything but she didnt care. She wasnt seraphina lannister anymore. She was no one. And no one doesnt care about the body. A body is just a body to be used and manipulated as one needed. But a body also needed pleasure as a reward for hard work. And they both needed some release after jaqens hiatus to westeros.

'this fountain isnt like the other right?' she questioned.

'no, this is but a fountain.' jaqen assured kissing her again.

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Sera ran a hand along jaqens face as he slept looking over the lines and curves of his face. Was this his true face? Her hands moved down his neck and chest. If it was a mask it was seamless but they all were. She had seen him as a black man and it looked like his own skin too. She had seen him as old and young, how old was he? What did he really look like? She liked the face he wore the most, a smile curved on his lips as her fingers traced along his chest.

'What is your question?' Jaqen asked eyes still closed. She didnt answer as he wrapped a hand around her pulling her closer to him. 'What is your question?' He asked again his lips brushing against hers. But she knew she wouldnt get an answer, a faceless man wouldnt care what face was his own. Perhaps he didnt remember. Being a faceless man for so long being so many people, perhaps he liked this face most. 'What is your-' but she kissed him silencing him. He opened his eyes and smile quirked on his lips when she pulled away. 'That wasn't your question. I know you want to ask something.' he told her 'ask it.'

'I do have a question.' she agreed 'but it is not a question I need answered.'

'Are you sure?' He countered rolling her on her back running wet rough kisses down her body.

'Mm hmm,' she agreed. She never thought that being no one would give her such purpose.