Familiarity ||| Jacaerys Velaryon

seventeen

It truly didn't take him long to return to his chambers after Alyssa slipped away. And it was clear he didn't see her when he entered at first.

Sighing as he pulled open the heavy door, the ghost of a laugh upon his lips. Alyssa let him close it without saying anything, let him walk toward his wooden chair and begin unclasping his furs and tunic.

In fact, she didn't say anything at all as she watched him. It was more of a sixth sense, really.

When Lord Cregan paused what he was doing and glanced at his bed, standing straight.

Alyssa smiled as soon as he found her, pushing herself forward to stand off of his bed. Lord Cregan met her smile with an amused look of his own, walking to stand before her.

"I'd wondered where you wandered off to," he said, looking down at her. "It seems your feet led you to my bedchamber, hmm?"

The tension sitting between them was palpable. Alyssa could feel it. Even just by the way he looked at her. She pressed her thighs together but held her nerve. It was what she wanted.

"I figured you'd return eventually," Alyssa spoke as if her intentions had been innocent. Her eyes flickered from his face to his waist. He was still wearing his belt; the handle of Ice sat against his waist.

Alyssa wrapped her hand around the hilt of the sword, playing with her ribbon that was still tied there. "I needed my ribbon back. You didn't give it to me."

Cregan hummed, hands on his hips. "And what if I wanted you to come get it?"

She smiled to herself, the hand on his sword moving to his waist. Alyssa looked back at his face, off-coloured eyes meeting his grey ones.

"Here I am," Alyssa said, thumb lightly tracing over his tunic. "What are you gonna do about it?"

He was on her before she could even react. Hands on her waist and neck, lips attached to hers, beard tickling her face.

She was surprised. But Alyssa was extremely compliant. She let him push her backward, shuffling her feet as she brought her other hand to hold onto his waist.

Alyssa's back met the wall gently. She felt caged in a good way, trapped within the fantasy she'd played out in her head a dozen times. As lusty as he kissed her, Alyssa kissed him back with that same energy, moving her lips in time with his. She would take everything he offered, enjoy the sinful pleasure as long as she could.

The eager lord remembered he hadn't answered Alyssa's question. He pulled back only enough to speak, thumb moving over her jaw. "Bed you," he murmured against her lips, putting them back to work as soon as the words left his mouth.

She felt the rush of arousal. To her head, between her legs. That was all Alyssa wanted. A taste of the Lord of Winterfell. No concrete feelings or commitments. Just fun.

Alyssa smiled against him, her hands moving from his waist to his belt. Cregan didn't know if he was more amazed or aroused that she didn't have to look at what she was doing.

His belt went first. Alyssa unbuckled it and let it fall, his sword clattering to the ground. And then it was his tunic; her nimble fingers worked at the clasps concealing him, pulling them apart to get at what she wanted.