Forget - me - not

They Finaly F*ck

TW: SMUT!!

Everyone had retired for the night and the castle lay asleep. All apart from Cregan and Daena. She had had enough, the princess tossed over her duvet and as she opened the door a large figure stood with his hand up, about to knock.

They stood staring at each other for what felt like hours, until Daena moved aside and gestured for the Lord to come in.

"I could not find sleep." Spoke the lord.

"Neither could I." Daena said in a whisper.

Again the pare stood in silence with only a candle flame to light the room.

"Ive came to apologise- "

The girl cut him off, "no... don't apologise. You were only doing what you thought was right."

"That doesn't excuse what i said to you later that night."

"Why are you truly here, lord Stark?" Her voice grew louder but stayed as a whisper.

"I wake up and think of you. I think of you until the very moment i sleep. And even then you still manage to crawl your way into my dreams."

Daena shook her head, "no." She said, her voice cracking. "I will not be as stupid as i once was."

"I will not be as stupid as i once was." Daena watched as the words melted from his mouth. The words she longed for him to speak, an apology. "I was stupid." The candle light twinkled in his eyes and his cheeks grew red.

The princess stood in silence. "No... i cant."

"If you don't want this i will leave as soon as you say." Cregan held her cheeks, looking for an answer in her eyes. "I will leave." He whispered.

"No." Was the only word she could say.

The two still stood in the middle of daenas room in silence, hoping, praying for the other to dare make a move.

"I mean... it's just for the night." He said softly. "In the morning, you can forget it. You can go back pretending you don't like me. And i can go back to acting as if i don't care, when it's painfully obvious I'm completely in love with you."

Darkness surrounded the two but the few candles that scattered the room seemed to be enough for Daena to see the pure desire that the lords face held. Tears spilt over and flowed down the girls cheeks, like a river escaping a dam.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her in. His was hungry, practically itching for her. Daena wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Cregan lifted her onto the dressing table, Daenas legs clung to his hips.

Their hands wandered over the other's body. She rested a hand over his bicep, while the other landed on the centre of his chest.

Cregan didn't hesitate and went straight to her thighs, she could feel the coldness of his hands, instantly reminding her of who the large hands belonged to. Her heart sprinted at his touch, pumping the blood straight up to her cheeks.

He ripped his lips away from hers and dived into her neck, sucking at it and being intoxicated by her scent.

Her hands ran down his torso feeling his muscles tense under the touch. They were on fire, burning with desire for the other, if they were to finally part they would practically be piles of ash.

Cregans hand rested under her jaw, their breaths mixing and their bodies basically giving off smoke as their hips and hands moved with aggression.

Still having her legs entangled on his hips, Cregan lifted the princess on to the bed. All this time he was desperate for contact and he finally had it. Daena felt his hands slide onto her hips, guiding her to rock slowly on top of him.

Feeling the friction of her grinding on her lap, his hands found themselves grabbing her ass, keeping her hips in rhythm. In a moment of insanity for her, Cregan flipped Daena over, so her back pressed against the duvet. He took the string that held her dress together between his fingers, he then froze like ice. His eyes flicked up to hers desperately, 'Can i?'

Not even realising, Daena was extremely touch deprived of him. She couldn't get her words out, as her lips would only move if his were on top of them. She nodded in approval.

They smiled as they undressed each other, discarding their clothes onto the floor. Her dress lay waisted on the ground as did his jacket.

It had been no longer than a minute since there lips separated but Daena desperately needed him. It was like dying of thirst but the only way she could get water was to drown in it. And drown she did as she reached up and grabbed the top of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He parted her legs, gently settling between them as he continued to bite and kiss her, staining her lips a dark shade of red, contrasting to her pale skin.

He knew how the girl was barely experienced, if at all, so he made sure to go slow. Cregan continued to rub over her while he kissed her intensely. The passion held a hue over the bed, steaming the room with desire.

She blindly ran her hands around his body, running her fingers through his hair, then memorising his abbs with her palms.

He rested his forehead on hers as his middle and ring finger massage between her legs.
The night continued with the same intensity, nothing, no one, clouded their minds only the thought of the other filled them with content.