Roshambo / Tormund Giantsbane

18. Brutal

"I know Petyr got the letter in hopes to tear us apart." Salem remarked. "In hopes that he would get under all our skin."

"You, what?" Sansa countered. 

"Please, I'm me." Salem remarked as if that explained it all. "I will handle Petyr, his usefulness has run out."

"I want to-" Arya began. 

"No, we have history." Salem corrected. "I need to do this, as queen its my duty, I sentence it, I swing the blade."

"You need help?" Tormund questioned falling into step with her. 

"THeon is watching Magnus, if you want to baby sit with him, you can but me personally, I do not need anyone." Salem assured. 

"You know I feel like you are lying." Tormund remarked. 

"No, I'm an honest person. I'm a bitch but my blunt honesty in truthful." 

"No." TOrmund corrected, Salem turned to face him. "Because I know you want me to do this but would never admit it." 

"Do wha-" Salem countered but his hands moved quickly to hold her face and before she could object he kissed her. 

 And it's nothing like previous kisses she had, had. He didn't hold back. There were no boundaries. No restraints. No self-control. It's exciting and passionate. Tender and hungry. Heated and sultry as they fully embrace each other. His hands roam over her skin, feeling every smooth curve of her body. A rush of adrenaline surges through him as she kissed him back, pressing into him. 

Having her in his arms, against his lips, is painful he knew he would never be able to fully satisfy this desire. The kiss sent a circuit of electricity speeding through him, tripping up his heart, almost stopping it completely. He felt like if his heart stopped because of this kiss, it will all be worth it. The seconds rolled on. 

He was in no rush. He was taking his time showing her how much he wanted her, how much she meant to him, leaving no doubt about how he felt and how long he would wait to have her again.

 When he finally pulled away every part of her body ached with the need to be touched. To touch him. Her whole body throbbed with want. Tormund winked.

"I look forward your brutally truthful honesty." Tormund remarked smugly. He walked away and Salem took a moment longer to compose herself. For once in her life she was speechless. It was the kind of kiss that stole the air from her lungs and left her gasping for more. 

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Salem got Petyr alone and he thought he knew what she was doing but he was wrong. HIs smile fell at her words as she closed the door.

"Petyr. I don't need others to my dirt work for me." Salem remarked. "I'm more than capable killing you, manipulating you and making you think you still won even with my blade in your chest." Petyr swallowed the lump in his throat. 

Salem was the type of girl that would tell you how she was going to kill you before she did it, she might even hand you the blade and have you do her dirty work for her just because she knew she could, knew her victim would. Petyr would be that man. Petyr's breath hitched.

"Did you really think that was going to work?" Salem questioned. "Did you happen to see the note I wrote for Robb? No, because Cersei burned it." Salem remarked. "I remember what I wrote though." She pushed him to seat. "Robb, fight. Don't let the Lions win, we are trapped in the lions den with a realm full of liars." Salem recalled. "We are all liars here," Salem quoted. "And we are all better than you, you said that to my sister. You wanted to scare her because maybe I didn't scare easily after all."

"I didn't need to scare you, I wanted to help you." Petyr corrected. "You saw the world as it was, bloody, vicious."

"True." Salem agreed simply.

"We had fun." petyr begged. 

"Then you left me here to marry Ramsay, although that did work out well for me... sort of. I got revenge for my mother, for my brother. Now I just need to get revenge for my father. I didn't kill Joffrey but you best believe when the time comes it will be me, killing Cersei." She drove her blade into Petyrs neck. "We did have fun Petyr, but that was in the past and I'm living for the future, a better future, you are not a part of that." He choked for breath. "Take comfort in knowing that Cersei won't be apart of it either."