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Praise, semi-public sex, etc...
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You found yourself shivering. The air was partially crisp, the fire was crackling and canceling out the cold. But neither was the cause.
It was the woman sitting next to you.
Brienne had a stick in one hand poking at the fire while the other rested comfortably on the top of your thigh. You have never felt more at home with someone, and these past few weeks only had you falling harder.
She was strong, beautiful, and courageous. She was your protector. Your savior. How could you not fall for somebody that was so perfect?
"Brienne," you called out to her quietly.
A small hum could be heard in response as her gaze fixated on the crackling fire ahead.
"Everything I thought I knew about people and emotions can't help me describe my reaction to being with you right now." You twiddle your thumbs, finally admitting to what you had been feeling towards the knight.
"Maybe you should stop overthinking then," she simply stated, squeezing your thigh once more before tossing the stick to the side. Her gaze flicked back to you, and your heart stopped.
Her crystal blue eyes were bright from the light of the fire. Flames danced in her orbs as she admired your own beauty. Your nervousness was prominent. And Brienne's heart swelled at your behavior.
It was now or never.
Your eyes fell to her lips as you listened to her words. The small action didn't go unnoticed as Brienne's own lips were on yours in a mere instant, finally breaking the barrier.
They were as soft as you had always imagined. The softness of her lips contrasted the tough bravado she had always carried. And boy, was it welcomed.
Her body interlaced with yours, and you felt yourself immediately melting into her sensual touch.
The sweet taste of the fruity wine she had drank earlier still lingered on her tongue as she welcomed yours, entwining it with her own.
"Help me think less," you pleaded between kisses.
"I can definitely help with that," she husked.
"Oh, is that so?" You quirked a playful brow. "Prove it to me then. Distract me, Brienne."
"Careful what you wish for, Princess." The night flashed a mischievous grin as she let her hands roam across your body.
The chill from the air was long forgotten as warmth spread throughout your body from her touch. She cupped your breasts, bringing your nipples to a hard point through your thin dress.
You bit your lower lip, allowing her hands to cup you so freely. But you still wished to feel her touch against your soft, bare skin.
"Is this working?" She asked, teasing your breasts.
You nodded your head, as Brienne took her time in removing each article of clothing from your body. You were thankful she had blankets, as you leaned back on your hands to allow the knight more room to press a kiss to every inch of revealed skin.
Your panties were all that were left. "Oh..." you hummed, as her lips grazed your nipple.
"Oh?" She tilted her head, "I guess it's not working..." Brienne began to pull away, but with a forceful tug on her shirt, she wasn't able to get far.
