The squeeze gets a delighted laugh out of her, a sound only he gets to hear. Her hands are also working diligently, catching the waistband of his pants, undoing them while his hands are distracted by only the first set of lacing. He's going to have to untie her top layer of skirts, first, then unbutton the entire thing before she can step out. "I would hope." She mutters, sighing softly from the sensation of breath on damp skin.
She's in just the position to be able to lean foreword and catch his earlobe between her teeth. She can't allow him to have all the fun, can she?
He pays no mind as his cloak flutters to the ground - it almost feels like a race, to undress the other first without breaking the atmosphere. If that is indeed the case, it's a race he's destined to lose - and do so happily. But that doesn't mean he'll just give in.
He draws in a sharp breath when he feels her teeth on him, goosebumps raising on his skin. He kisses her neck again, then the curve of her jawline, then her cheek, and finally her chin, before he captures her mouth with his once again, more roughly this time. The previous kisses were heated, yes - but there was nothing like the passion that's in this one.
The kiss goes on, and then deepens - and it's about that time he finishes the last button, his eyes dancing.
She had been trying to tug on his shirt, when suddenly his lips are upon hers. She manages to slip a hand up, under the fabric, softly brushing against his skin. Oh, but she can't resist his kiss, despite her desperation to have him undressed before her. One hand ghosts gentle circles around his stomach, the other moving to twist into his hair. She uses this to her full advantage, pulling him towards her, tongue slipping into his mouth to run against his own.
His clothes are completely forgotten about. By the way she glows, it might have been worth it.
With her forgetting about his clothes, and nothing much he can do until she steps out of her dress - already slipping down around her - he doesn't mind losing himself in this kiss too. And like her, he always likes to see her taking the initiative, being a little bolder.
His own tongue is a little less bold, merely skirting the edge of her mouth, running along her teeth. However, that's due more to letting her have her way than it is with a lack of boldness on his part, to judge by the way his hands slide down her shift - following and even encouraging the slide of her dress, coming to rest gently cupping the sides of her breasts, his hardness pressing against her when she pulls him toward her.
In truth he doesn't care who wins. The game itself will always make it worth it, for both of them.
With everything untightened and unbuttoned, she gives a little shimmy. This, combined with his gentle, encouraging hands, help the gown off her shoulders, fabric caught in her elbows due to the fact that her hands are currently very occupied. It's more than enough to allow him to explore her curves through the thin, silken shift, and she shivers with delight when his hands come in contact with the curve of her breasts.
Her kiss is strong and passionate still, tongue greedy and proving in his mouth. She's currently dominating the situation- but that could all change in a minutes notice- they both know this, and it thrills her. This is the only place she can be like this- only with him. This game they play, it's an important part of keeping her grounded, keeping her from becoming too distant under the stress, too power hungry in her rule. Armin plays his role of balance in the kingdom behind the scenes as well.
She needs air, eventually, so she draws back- but not before catching his lip between her teeth. Not hard enough for it to bleed- but enough to drag it, slowly.
Armin twitches as her teeth drag along his lip, letting out a quiet little moan, almost inaudible, his breath becoming a little ragged.
They both know that who's dominating the situation could change at a moment's notice - and indeed it does. Armin's hands, while still careful, suddenly turn more forceful as he turns her around and pins her against the wall, pressing hard into her. He kisses her again, hungrily, hands more fully on her breasts.
She smiles at the moan, releasing his lip, her smile looking more wolf than human. His newfound dominance doesn't surprise her- but that isn't to mean she isn't pleased. She lets out a little 'Oof' as her back hits the wall, but she doesn't have time to say much else, with his lips on hers, their kiss ravenous. She yanks the hand previously under his shirt, to wrap her arm around his body- the one still in his hair moving to dig her nails into his scalp - not gently, but not enough to draw blood.
That smile. He likes that smile - likes the wolf in her, the more primal side, what he finds when he undoes all her rules and courtly manners. Sansa thinks Arya is wild, but Armin sees it in her too, in all the Stark siblings - she just hides it better behind the mask of civilization.
His tongue is exploring her mouth this time, almost delicate despite his forcefulness. One hand gently squeezes one of her breasts, as the other drags his thumbnail slowly across her nipple.
Eventually, he pulls his head back from the kiss, breathing hard and still pinning her with his body. When he speaks, his voice is low and guttural. "...You're still far too dressed."
She matches his pace with the kiss- urgent, but she isn't rough with him as she was last time. Instead, she catches his tongue with her own- curling around it, before she's interrupted with her own moan into his mouth. He makes her praise both sets of gods, with the way he handles her body.
"I could say the same about you. Are you going to permit me to strip you?" The hand not in his hair runs softly down his face. He's trapped her against the wall, she will let him choose what she can and cannot do.
Armin purses his lips, amused and considering. The thumbs on both hands circle her areola once before he takes a step back to free her, letting his hands drift downward.
She sighs happily- tilting her head back just so. When he announces he will let her- it's somewhat unexpected, but she matches his amused look. "Only fair." She mutters, affectionately, pushing the fabric of her gown down, past her hips, so it can pool around her feet. It's a good bit of fabric- but once she's kicked off her shoes (losing an inch or so in the process), she's able to step out, and push it carelessly aside with her foot.
Then she's eagerly working away at his shirt- tugging it to try and get it over his head with one hand, the other eagerly shoving at his pants to try and push them down.
Armin doesn't look away from Sansa as she steps out of her dress, his gaze intense - but he does take the moment to unbuckle and take off his boots, losing about the same inch in the process. It's only fair.
And then she's out, and she's right up next to him again, undressing him as best she can. It's tempting to watch her struggle a little, but though Armin can be patient, he doesn't want to be, right now. So instead, he helps her with the shirt, raising his arms and shrugging his way out of it.
His pants come a little slower, with his sword belted on, but they follow soon after. As he steps out of them, however, he goes on the attack again - hands slipping under the silk of her shift and moving up, fingers trailing along her body as he undresses her.
A jolt of thrill shoots through her body as he places his hands upon her skin. She too could make things more difficult for him. But in this case, it's better for her to raise her arms so he can pull the shift over her head. There's only so much time, and she would hate to waste it with him trying to get her out of her shift.
As he inches the fabric up, she presses her newly exposed body against him. She's free for now, and she must make the best of it.
Though they've been together for nearly a decade, and they've made love many, many times, when he feels her naked body pressed up against his he feels nearly as electrified as the first time. He wraps his arms around her, holding her slender frame against his and feeling the heat of her skin, calloused hands gentle against the soft skin of her back.
If he moves his hands any higher, he will find traces of the scars that remain from years and years ago. From before they'd even met. Their first time, she had been terrified of him seeing them- now she simply doesn't care. He knows every part of her.
She sighs against him- still waiting for him to remove her remaining clothing. She's feeling impatient, the fire in her belly nearly unbearable.
He knows her scars, just as she knows his. They're simply a part of her, and for all that they can draw out a deep-seated anger in him - well, that only makes him fiercer in his lovemaking.
He tosses her shift aside, hands sliding back down to hook under the waistband of her underwear. He pulls them down, then moves his rough hands slowly up her legs as he stands back up, carefully watching her reaction.
Her undergarments are easily stepped out of and kicked aside, while she tries to hold herself together with his touch. Her face reddens- but she manages to keep herself together, peering down at him. "Is that all?" She jests.
He doesn't say anything, but his mouth quirks in gentle amusement at her words. Standing again, he pulls her close once more - except he turns her in the process, so that he's standing behind her.
Starting around her stomach, holding her close, his hands start roaming once more, in defiance of her challenge. One moves up, pressing close to her heart - but the other wanders downward, past her navel. Two fingers trace the skin on either side of her sex - and then he adds a third, calloused skin brushing lightly over her slit. At the same time, he kisses the bared curve of her shoulder once more, suckling heavily enough to leave a mark.
This had been what she was hoping for, with her jest. Well, perhaps not this exactly, she was in an awkward position to do anything to him- but it worked well enough. He has no need to pull her close- for she is pressed back against him in an instant. Her head tilts back and to the side, to allow him more access to her shoulder, while one hand reaches back to grasp his hair. It's the only thing she can reach at this awkward angle. She makes no move to redirect the hand between her legs, that is exactly where she wants it. The hand over her heart, however, is a different story, and her free hand tries to guide it to one of her breasts.
He makes a low noise in his throat as she grasps his hair, but doesn't remove his lips from her skin. His upper hand provides no resistant, moving willingly to her breast and kneading it, softly but insistently.
With his lower hand, however, he continues to trace upward - finally touching on her clit, finger circling lightly before dipping downward again and slipping between her folds.
The finger circling her clit makes her cry out- and she's glad that her rooms are secluded from the rest of the castle, lest they be heard. It's too damned hard to be quiet when they're like this. Her hips buck backwards against him, her grip in his hair tightening. "That's...much better." She gasps out when she has a moment.
It's a good thing that her rooms are secluded, because at that cry, at the way she's pulling his hair, Armin couldn't care less about being heard. He lets out a satisfied breath, but continues - now rock hard against her back.
Still kneading her breast, his draws his nails heavily across her skin before stopping to pinch her nipple - and none too lightly. Further down, he pumps his finger slowly in and out of her, going deep enough that his thumb can reach her clit to stimulate it at the same time. After a moment, he adds a second finger, stretching her a little.
"And now?" His voice is rough and quiet, breath hot on her ear.
The feeling of him hard, against her back, combined with the finger inside of her makes her roll her hips back against him. Her nipples are already hard, but the pinch certainly doesn't hurt- at least, not in that respect. She can find the pleasure in that too. A protest is on the tip of her tongue- a demand for him to add another finger, to fuck her harder, but the combination of the second finger and the thumb on her clit appease her.
"You're getting closer." She whispers, her hips seeming to move on their own as she attempts to hump his hand.
He can't help pressing forward against her, erection straining against the fabric of his underwear. Feeling her desire, he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping harder. He circles her clit once more before brushing over it with his thumbnail.
He moves gradually faster, and faster, and then, when he judges the time is right - mind going back to that feeling the first time they made love, the first time he made her come - he crooks his fingers inside her, pressing down on her clit once more.
"Oh, gods Armin" She cries out, inbetween pants and moans. He's going to unravel her right there, and they haven't even made it to her bed yet. That's where she had intended to go- but she would be satisfied with him taking her roughly against the wall too.
He hits the spot just at the right time- if she had coherent thoughts, she'd curse herself for allowing this to get her off so much time. Instead though, she sees white, her head spinning. "A-Armin!" She cries out. Her knees are weak, and she finds herself leaning back on him for support- without him, she'll surely fall.
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She's in just the position to be able to lean foreword and catch his earlobe between her teeth. She can't allow him to have all the fun, can she?
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He draws in a sharp breath when he feels her teeth on him, goosebumps raising on his skin. He kisses her neck again, then the curve of her jawline, then her cheek, and finally her chin, before he captures her mouth with his once again, more roughly this time. The previous kisses were heated, yes - but there was nothing like the passion that's in this one.
The kiss goes on, and then deepens - and it's about that time he finishes the last button, his eyes dancing.
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His clothes are completely forgotten about. By the way she glows, it might have been worth it.
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His own tongue is a little less bold, merely skirting the edge of her mouth, running along her teeth. However, that's due more to letting her have her way than it is with a lack of boldness on his part, to judge by the way his hands slide down her shift - following and even encouraging the slide of her dress, coming to rest gently cupping the sides of her breasts, his hardness pressing against her when she pulls him toward her.
In truth he doesn't care who wins. The game itself will always make it worth it, for both of them.
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Her kiss is strong and passionate still, tongue greedy and proving in his mouth. She's currently dominating the situation- but that could all change in a minutes notice- they both know this, and it thrills her. This is the only place she can be like this- only with him. This game they play, it's an important part of keeping her grounded, keeping her from becoming too distant under the stress, too power hungry in her rule. Armin plays his role of balance in the kingdom behind the scenes as well.
She needs air, eventually, so she draws back- but not before catching his lip between her teeth. Not hard enough for it to bleed- but enough to drag it, slowly.
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They both know that who's dominating the situation could change at a moment's notice - and indeed it does. Armin's hands, while still careful, suddenly turn more forceful as he turns her around and pins her against the wall, pressing hard into her. He kisses her again, hungrily, hands more fully on her breasts.
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His tongue is exploring her mouth this time, almost delicate despite his forcefulness. One hand gently squeezes one of her breasts, as the other drags his thumbnail slowly across her nipple.
Eventually, he pulls his head back from the kiss, breathing hard and still pinning her with his body. When he speaks, his voice is low and guttural. "...You're still far too dressed."
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"I could say the same about you. Are you going to permit me to strip you?" The hand not in his hair runs softly down his face. He's trapped her against the wall, she will let him choose what she can and cannot do.
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"Only after you step out of that dress, I think."
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Then she's eagerly working away at his shirt- tugging it to try and get it over his head with one hand, the other eagerly shoving at his pants to try and push them down.
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And then she's out, and she's right up next to him again, undressing him as best she can. It's tempting to watch her struggle a little, but though Armin can be patient, he doesn't want to be, right now. So instead, he helps her with the shirt, raising his arms and shrugging his way out of it.
His pants come a little slower, with his sword belted on, but they follow soon after. As he steps out of them, however, he goes on the attack again - hands slipping under the silk of her shift and moving up, fingers trailing along her body as he undresses her.
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As he inches the fabric up, she presses her newly exposed body against him. She's free for now, and she must make the best of it.
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She sighs against him- still waiting for him to remove her remaining clothing. She's feeling impatient, the fire in her belly nearly unbearable.
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He tosses her shift aside, hands sliding back down to hook under the waistband of her underwear. He pulls them down, then moves his rough hands slowly up her legs as he stands back up, carefully watching her reaction.
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Starting around her stomach, holding her close, his hands start roaming once more, in defiance of her challenge. One moves up, pressing close to her heart - but the other wanders downward, past her navel. Two fingers trace the skin on either side of her sex - and then he adds a third, calloused skin brushing lightly over her slit. At the same time, he kisses the bared curve of her shoulder once more, suckling heavily enough to leave a mark.
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With his lower hand, however, he continues to trace upward - finally touching on her clit, finger circling lightly before dipping downward again and slipping between her folds.
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Still kneading her breast, his draws his nails heavily across her skin before stopping to pinch her nipple - and none too lightly. Further down, he pumps his finger slowly in and out of her, going deep enough that his thumb can reach her clit to stimulate it at the same time. After a moment, he adds a second finger, stretching her a little.
"And now?" His voice is rough and quiet, breath hot on her ear.
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on her clit appease her.
"You're getting closer." She whispers, her hips seeming to move on their own as she attempts to hump his hand.
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He moves gradually faster, and faster, and then, when he judges the time is right - mind going back to that feeling the first time they made love, the first time he made her come - he crooks his fingers inside her, pressing down on her clit once more.
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He hits the spot just at the right time- if she had coherent thoughts, she'd curse herself for allowing this to get her off so much time. Instead though, she sees white, her head spinning. "A-Armin!" She cries out. Her knees are weak, and she finds herself leaning back on him for support- without him, she'll surely fall.
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