He doesn't pull away, and it encourages her to keep going. Not overbearingly so like she's someone paid to alleviate his loneliness and feed his desires, but enough to let him know that she's genuinely interested in him. Her arms slowly come up and around his neck as she continues kissing him; slow, savoring, lingering.
Had it been like this with her parents, she wonders? A relationship that started out as entirely political, but later blossomed into something more? She'd never doubted how much her parents loved each other, and even if she didn't understand it back then, she knew now that even in death, they had chosen each other. She felt a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe, she could have something of the same.
"Mmm. And it's a long night." Long enough for two people who have trouble sleeping, anyway. "We have time."
He finds himself relaxing into the kiss more, as he becomes more comfortable in the situation. His arms move up and encircle her waist; his hand presses against her back. It's a firm embrace, but gentle, and loose enough that she can get out of it if she wants to. After what happened between Ramsay and Sansa, he wants to be sure that Selene is certain that she has a choice. She should be comfortable with this, too.
"We do." He doesn't really want to go back to his own chamber. He'd rather stay in hers, where no one would expect to find him yet. A few moments of peace is all he asks. "And no one to expect anything of us." The evening is theirs.
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Had it been like this with her parents, she wonders? A relationship that started out as entirely political, but later blossomed into something more? She'd never doubted how much her parents loved each other, and even if she didn't understand it back then, she knew now that even in death, they had chosen each other. She felt a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe, she could have something of the same.
"Mmm. And it's a long night." Long enough for two people who have trouble sleeping, anyway. "We have time."
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"We do." He doesn't really want to go back to his own chamber. He'd rather stay in hers, where no one would expect to find him yet. A few moments of peace is all he asks. "And no one to expect anything of us." The evening is theirs.