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[ulfur]

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[ulfur]

You spoil me, lady.

Hints?

[bowvahkiin]

Something that will remind you of home.

[ulfur]

Don't tell me you found me a sword.

[ Don't get his hopes up!! ]

[bowvahkiin]

Give me time and I'll craft you one.

This is a bit more practical.

[ulfur]

I am the essence of patience.

...But this practical gift. I am curious. You have already made me dinner, given me drink, crafted practice blades with me and crossed them too. You warm my bed and I yours. Truly, I did not expect any greater gift from you, Juliel.

[bowvahkiin]

Then this will make a pleasant surprise. You are much in need of this, even if it is not the sort of climate you are from. Your daughter has done well with your attire, but it is missing something quite special.

[ulfur]

Indeed?

[ He's intrigued. Also, it's quite possible that some table talk - or pillow talk - has included some discussion of their lives back home, how they were accustomed to dress, what Lord Stark and Lady Selrane would have looked like here given their usual customs back home. ]

Sansa keeps me well-stocked, so I am trying to imagine what your gift could be. I am sure it is most special, if you have seen fit to give it. Something for the cold, I take it?

You never know. Chilly days may be ahead of us here.

[bowvahkiin]

One can never know here. It would be good to see the snow again, real snow, as well as the Northern lights, but I know I won't see it until I return home.

Do you mean to come to my dome and see it or are you simply intending to flirt with me?

[ulfur]

...Yes.

[ And a split second later, she'll hear a knock at her door, for of course it took only a few steps for him to reach it.

Ned's grinning at her when she opens it. ] What's the occasion, Lady Selrane? I do not believe it is my birthday, or any holiday I know of.

[ He reaches for her hip and draws her close against him as he kisses her, right there in the doorway. Arya can get an eyeful, for all he cares.

Before he presses forward, spins them around, and closes the door with Juliel against the back of it and him against her. He kisses her again, his beard tickling her chin. ] What are we celebrating?

[bowvahkiin]

[He's more forward than she would have expecting from someone who seemed serious at first glance. She doesn't mind though and yields to his touch, kissing him back and pulling him closer so their bodies could be pressed closer together. His breath is warm against her skin. She almost forgot what it was like to have a man touch her this way, eager and excited for her.]

Perhaps you? [Which might be true. She wanted to please him, both with the gift and with her body.] Or perhaps I simply wanted to surprise you for no reason at all? Must I have a holiday or name day?

[She grinned against his lips, not about to move away from where they were, happy to enjoy this intimacy and desire.]