[Trust was one of those things that Kol wasn't so sure anyone should ever place in him. He hadn't been all that worthy of it so far. He'd never kept a relationship, or even managed a promise not to bite on the pretty ladies that were left in his care time and again. Then again, this was different. Margaery had always been different from the second he'd met her she'd robbed him of breath.
They'd quickly become the best of friends, because she'd put up with him being an ass, and all of his playboy ways, and he-- well, he flattered her and never failed to treat her like the queen she deserved to be treated like after going out with ponce after ponce. Bloody losers.
Now that she was here in his arms saying those words, what choice did he have. He had to be careful, to treat her better because she was worth it. It took him a step back when her lips fell onto his before he had a chance to make a move. It was like everything he'd ever dreamed of and more. They were soft, and inviting, and yet cut razors of pleasure down his spine all at once. He pressed forward and pushed his tongue through her soft petals and languidly drew his tongue along the side of hers before more directly tangling with it, to tease and taunt-- explore the cinnamon and sugar spice that came with her natural flavors.] You're a little minx, catching me off guard at the door.
[He pulled himself from the kiss with great difficulty, and kept his eyes locked on hers, a breath apart.] Damn you. That was everything I hoped and more. Now I really am going to have to be nice to you, bugger it all.
[He laughed, walking them backward toward one of the rooms that had a rather large almost bed like couch in it. He closed and locked the double doors behind them, still holding on to her tightly.]
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Date: 2021-01-18 10:10 pm (UTC)They'd quickly become the best of friends, because she'd put up with him being an ass, and all of his playboy ways, and he-- well, he flattered her and never failed to treat her like the queen she deserved to be treated like after going out with ponce after ponce. Bloody losers.
Now that she was here in his arms saying those words, what choice did he have. He had to be careful, to treat her better because she was worth it. It took him a step back when her lips fell onto his before he had a chance to make a move. It was like everything he'd ever dreamed of and more. They were soft, and inviting, and yet cut razors of pleasure down his spine all at once. He pressed forward and pushed his tongue through her soft petals and languidly drew his tongue along the side of hers before more directly tangling with it, to tease and taunt-- explore the cinnamon and sugar spice that came with her natural flavors.] You're a little minx, catching me off guard at the door.
[He pulled himself from the kiss with great difficulty, and kept his eyes locked on hers, a breath apart.] Damn you. That was everything I hoped and more. Now I really am going to have to be nice to you, bugger it all.
[He laughed, walking them backward toward one of the rooms that had a rather large almost bed like couch in it. He closed and locked the double doors behind them, still holding on to her tightly.]