[D7, EN] Nightswimming (Closed)

Initially, Corrine had begun heading for the pavilions, but then she remembers another room on their route, and sweeps Ben off course, to the baths.

"
We're taking a detour. I can wait no longer,"
she whispers, quietly, mischeviously, and, as soon as she closes the doors behind them, and they are alone in the dim room, the only other sound that of lapping water, she pulls him to her to kiss him fiercely.

The braziers have burnt low but Ben recognizes the room from earlier in the day. His thoughts quickly replaced by Corrine's lips.

His hands roam across her back looking for clasps, knots, buttons, etc. His tongue inquisitively seeks out hers. A hunger growing in his loins that dwarfs his fear of being caught.

She too tugs impatiently at the fastenings of his clothing, sliding her hands under his doublet and shirt to feel his skin, with its unique topography.

She breaks off their kissing suddenly, turning round to let him see the lacing at the back of her dress more easily. Her pale, unblemished back becoming increasingly exposed as Ben loosens the laces.

"
Let's get into the water,"
she suggests playfully.

He smiles devilishly as her defined back flourishes before him. Then he watches her gown slide to the floor. His hands quickly pull his doublet over his head and set to work on his laces. His eyes preoccupied with the beautiful sight before him.

"
The water sounds nice."
His bare body pressed behind hers as they step towards the bath.

She steps down into the bath, squeaking a little as the initial sensation of the water's coolness makes her skin bristle. Once submerged up to her chest, she turns with a grin to Ben, throws her arms around his neck, and pulls him to her with a splash as she puts her back against the side of the bath, one leg snaking around his waist.

"
This is exciting!"
she purrs, giving his neck a playful nip with her teeth.

Ben follows closely, glad her back was to him as they entered the water, as his shocked face was probably not flattering. An audible hiss does give away his condition as his waist sinks below the water.

Tied in her knotted embrace, he can feel his body begin to quickly warm.

"
Yes ... you are."
He whispers, with a big grin. His hands moving around her waist to pull close.

She laughs at his little joke, giving him a brief but forceful kiss;


"
What a charmer you are! You could sell sand to the Dornish and ice to the Wildlings!"


His arms around her waist encouraged her to press her body against his, her hands beginning to roam, swueaking a little against his wet skin.

His playful smirk returns after her kiss. "
I am glad you think so."


Each new movement causes the water to lap at their bare skin, splashing as their torsos press together. He watches the drops of water cascading abnormally across his scarred chest and falling to meet the smooth, pale skin of her breast.

His hands kneed her lower back, as he leans into kiss her neck. One his kisses near her ear he whispers. "
I believe we may be bad influences on each other."

"
Most definitely,"
she giggles, her eyes raking over him lustfully. "
I was a proper young lady of fine repute when I came to Riverrun!"


Technically, Athelstan had threatened her reputation before Ben, but that was something she had tried to forget about. It seemed to be largely a forgotten rumour now anyway. Even better.

"
You make me forget about all that..."


She raises a hand to wave dismissively in the direction of the Great Hall.

"
... pomp and ceremony. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good party and socialising, but I like this even more. Being... real, honest... being ourselves... the intimacy we're expected to suppress in front of others."

"
And I a dutiful sworn sword, with no thoughts other to serve my liege!"
His chest rumbles as he quietly laughs.

Except perhaps the thoughts of his Liege's intended. A thought now well erased away.

"
About ... what ... what party. I have forgotten already."
He smile his hands moving lower down. "
Yes this is simple and ... real."
He squeezes firmly.

After some clandestine frolicks, the pair get dried and dressed, then walk arm-in-arm to the Marsten pavilion.