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 Must Be Love on the Brain, Mature: Atius
ARIANNE MARTELL
 Posted: Jun 30 2018, 05:52 PM
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Arianne's mind kept going back to her knight. No, not hers. Not yet. The knight. A Dayne no less. Had she ever met him before? He was clearly younger than her and yet, if they had met at the Garden or in some sort of political meeting, the Princess had no recollection. Perhaps he was away being fostered. Perhaps she was more enamored with one of her previous dalliances. Either way, the boy had found a way into her head. Sitting in the trial that Arianne was sure that was more for show than actual justice, and on particularly bland moments, her eyes drifted to him more than once. Or at least searched the crowds for him. She regretted only one thing from their first meeting...that she had allowed her ladies to escort her from the practice fields and back to her room to get dressed appropriately for dinner. Early that morning she had wrote a quick note. "Sir Atius Dayne, if free tonight..care for a taste of home? Yours, A" She was confident that he would know who it was from and perhaps the meaning behind it.

Still, the day progressed. More evidence mounted against Tyrion and she wondered if perhaps he was truly guilty of everything they said. Still, you would think that a man as devious as that would have some sort of reputation. Half the people on the jury had a reputation to be more Viper like than Oberyn himself. Tyrion Lannister was known to be an intellectual with a petulance for being the scourge of his house with no previous infarctions against him. And yet here was the mounting evidence again and again.

Honestly, it was exhausting.

When the Courts were done for the day, and the halfman returned to the dungeons. Arianne quickly said her goodbyes and retired to her own rooms. Her maids had been bothering the kitchen staff with their requests, making sure that it was the closest food to Dornish food was available. They had purchased some lamb, and she had them season it with dragon peppers and honey. There was no hummus but they had managed to find a few blood oranges and olives. It was supplemented with cheeses from the area. When she looked it over, a smile appeared on her features and the smells made her hungrier than before. She smiled at her maids. If her Knight did not appear then at least she would have a homecooked meal instead to the bland food they served here. She then went to her trunk and pulled out a rather revealing dress. It was yellow, nearly see through with tall slits running up either side. The cleavage plunged and she put a red ruby belt around her narrow waist. She should of worn this dress to fight him in. Then she wouldn't of tripped on the fabric. She takes down her hair, putting away the small diadem tiara that had been woven there to remind them all (and also herself) that Dorne did not bow. There was no need for such symbols now. Her maids perfumed her hair before lighting candles and seeing themselves out.

Either he would come or she would dine alone that night. But either way, her hunger for him would be satisfied.



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 Posted: Jun 30 2018, 07:42 PM
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Atius quickly became bored by the show being put on that was named a trial, he was certain he could find more interesting things to do with his time than sit and listen to lords and ladies drone on about the crimes of a dwarf. However he was here already, it seemed he might as well wait here, and he was interested to see what the sender of the message he received this morning thought of these proceedings. His eyes quickly sought her up in her position among the judges watching her eyes and her expressions, watching how she hid her feelings, yet her eyes still drifted to him. A grin leapt to his features every time she looked at him, curious if she was thinking of their meeting tonight, and the chance for a taste of home as he was, eyes flowing over her body on occasion, enjoying the sight given to him.

Unfortunately even the beauty of the princess was not enough to keep him surrounded by these boring people and uninteresting proceedings, he was almost begging for a trial by combat within the first hour, and was leaving to find someone to fight by the second. His blood was up and he needed to train, he returned to the training fields, almost empty due to the trial and ran through many of his forms and techniques until the day began to become late. The return walk to his room brought back thoughts of the princess and he almost got lost while distracted before finding his room and requesting a bath be drawn for him, washing the sweat and grime from his body before dressing again in the light cloths of his homeland. If this was going to be a Dornish meeting he would go as a Dornish man, dressing light and leaving his sword behind, keeping a dagger that was concealed on his back between his shoulder blades, the free flowing clothes hiding the shape as he left to his meeting.

The meaning of this invite seemed rather clear to Atius, especially after the interest shown to him during the spar they shared earlier. The rather unsubtle wording encouraged that, though he was sure there would be some dornish food at the dinner, it would be the princess he was most looking forward to tasting. Hearing her pants and moans and gasps was an almost overriding thought as he came nearer to her rooms, nodding to the guards he passed continuing to walk smoothly. He was briefly distracted planning how he would best take out the guards he passed, his mind often was distracted by thoughts of battle, even when he was thinking of a beauty such as the princess. But his thoughts returned to him as he knocked briefly on her door, he was hoping that the sight he was greeted with would be as amazing as the sight he pictured in his mind, and he was not disappointed in the slightest.


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 Posted: Jun 30 2018, 09:57 PM
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Martell
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She thankfully did not have to wait long. Her mind began to wander to that impish smile during the trials and how desperately she found herself wanting to return it. But here her courtier mask was on at all times. Here she was Princess Arianne of Dorne before she was a woman of flesh and blood. And so her face had remained neutral and she fought off the desire to excuse herself and take a personal day. Her mind kept drifting to the Dornish man, and the things they could do together into the wee hours of the night.

The knock at the door was quiet, unobtrusive. She almost thought she had imagined it at first. She got up, allowing the dress to fall, and her hand went to her thigh where her dagger usually was kept. She silently cursed for being so enthralled with the thought of a new romance that she had taken it off when changing. She moved quickly, strapping the dagger against her thigh and then moving towards the door. With a hand on the hilt she opens the door, seeing Atius with his Dornish clothing brings a smile and a laugh to her instead of the initial mistrust. Her hand moves to the door and opens it wide. "I did not think you to be so meek. I see you have dressed for the occasion." She scans him, her eyes approving and she steps back from the door.

As he walks through she motions to the guards with a single finger on her lips. They nod, although she sees a smirk on one of their faces. She didn't worry too much. The men had been with her since her adventures had gotten her locked away when she was younger. They were used to her antics by now and knew that they would be rewarded for turning a blind eye. She rolls her dark eyes at them but closes the door. She glances at him as she does, leaning against the door while biting her lip as she contemplates on jumping him first or being a lady.

She walks towards him, her hand touching the small of his back as she does, a finger tip feeling the tip of his own dagger. She smiles and sits at the table. "It's not quite like home...but it's the closest I could do for us." She tucks her hair behind her ear and tips her head to the side, watching him carefully. As much as she wanted him, she also didn't know him well enough to trust him entirely. Wasn't he fostered outside of Dorne? Perhaps over time his loyalty had swayed. She crossed her legs, the slit of her dress exposing the dagger on her thigh.


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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 06:27 AM
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Atius' grin widened as he took in the beauty of the women before him, his eyes travelling her body and drinking in every inch of her. There were very few women considered to be even comparable to the beauty of the princess, and in his mind at this time there were none. The plunge drew his eyes instantly to the swell of her cleavage, his mind quickly wishing he could see more and taste every inch. Though if he was honest he could see nearly all, the dress was quite close to see through, just enough not to still hold the enticement and promise that nakedness somehow couldn't hold. His gaze returned to her eyes slowly as she spoke before he responded with a slight smirk. "There is a difference between meekness and the use of the precise amount of force needed my princess, as I am sure you know" His words were accompanied with a cheeky grin, knowing that this night would be one of double meanings and innuendo, until one or the other finally simply lost control. There was quite a reasonable possibility that person would be him.

He looks around the room quickly, eyes flicking around analyzing the dangers, he had already seen the blade she had strapped to her thigh, it was hard to miss in such a revealing dress. He would have expected no less of a Princess of Dorne, backstabbing was rarely only political among such a strong fighting people. That bite of her lip as she looked at him, it almost drove him insane, such a simple act and his blood was on fire for her even more than it already was, a hard feat, he could see the decision being made behind those eye. The disappointment when she sat down was briefly visible across his face, before a grin appeared there again, the wait was hopefully worth it.

He took his seat watching her as she spoke and moved her hair, he wondered how it would feel to run his fingers through it, though he expected she may strike him from ruining the job her handmaidens performed in brushing it. "As a man who has spent much of his life away from home I can promise, the closest one can do is absolutely wonderful when one doesn't have the true thing" He leaned back in his seat relaxing as he watched her, one hand running briefly through his hair as she studied him. What might she be thinking? So many possibilities, each lost his interest quickly, he rarely had the patience for such investigation and instead his eyes drifted to her thigh before a chuckle fell from his lips. "May I ask, is the blade for someone else, or do you simply not trust me yet?" He was sure the latter was true, but what she didn't trust him to not do he wasn't sure. He hoped she didn't expect him to keep his hands to himself, he was rarely good at that.

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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 08:06 AM
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The double meanings uttered from his mouth almost sent her wild, feeling herself moisten with his mention of force. She watched him analyze the room and was happy to see him do it. There was a level of mistrust between them even as much as their passion drove them forward. He was smart to think that perhaps the Princess of Dorne had more surprises than what met the eye, though she had nothing devious planned except passion and pleasure. It was written into their history more than once of a death from poisoned blade in the throws of passion. Her own uncle had been accused of it. Though it was not in the throws of passion. Regardless, Arianne was eyeing him, watching as he barely glanced at the spread prepared for him. His eyes roaming her body like a hungry sand dog. She enjoyed the attention and watched as one of those skilled hands ran through his hair. She remembered what they felt like on her hips, in the dress of burgandy she wore on the training fields. It excited her to think of what they would feel like this time.

She laughed when he mentioned the blade, grabbing one of the peeled blood oranges and popping a small peice in her mouth. "Dorne has many enemies here. It can be hard to distinguish a friend from an enemy." She stands, walking towards him and straddling him on the chair. Nimble fingers press one of the slices to her lips, her jaw breaking the tender skin of it to allow the juices to explode in her mouth. She then presses her lips against his, as she rocks her hips forward gently against his. The juice of the orange flowed freely, as her tongue slips into his mouth. A gentle tease before she retracts and searches his face. Her voice soft and almost innocent as those dark eyes searched his. "The question stands, can I trust you, Atius?" She kisses his neck, inhaling the smell of him mixed with soaps from the Crownlands. She whispers into his ear, "And can you trust me?"

Her teeth lightly graze his ear as her hips allow her full weight to rest on him, before her lips suck gently. His smell was intoxicating, fresh and yet reminded her of home in a way that almost made her homesick. It would seem that she had decided that it was best to get the physicality of their night started before the feast could be enjoyed. Her hand moves from the back of the chair to his neck and she grins with the devilishness that he had seen before on the battlefield. "I'm not the only one carrying a weapon in this room." Her hands brush the hilt of his own dagger strapped to his back. To let him know that it had not gone unnoticed, and that she was not some silly girl mesmerized by a pretty face and excellent sparring skills. The Princess of Dorne watched her Knight for a reaction, excited to see where the night took them.


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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 06:45 PM
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The moment she stood walking towards him his eyes darkened, he barely heard her words, all thoughts went to this beauty approaching him. When she straddled him, kissed him, rocked her body against him, well then all thoughts vanished from his mind. His calloused hands moved to her waist, running firmly but gently down and along her bared thighs feeling her skin below his. He met her kiss, tongue searching for more of the juice of that wonderful piece of home she decided to tease him with, eager to taste even more. Her teasing voice and probing eyes brought forth a grin as his eyes locked on hers and a groan as she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear. "You can trust me more than most men, and likely less than some, as I can you I am sure." His words were whispered into her ear, before nipping her neck just below her ear lightly, two can play at her game.

A low moan fell from his lips at the feeling of her against him, the way her lips sucked on his flesh, she new how to tease. His hands slid again along her thighs heading back up to her waist pulling her gently against him, enjoying the feeling of her so very close, separated only by some rather thin cloth. She smelled delicious, every bit of her scent filling his nostrils and his head. Her words regarding his blade brought a chuckle from his lips as he replied. "Ah but I had to walk the long and dangerous route here, any kind of criminal could have attacked me." A cheeky grin was plastered over his face as he spoke.

"Shall we make a deal? You take off mine, I will take off yours?" A slight smirk slipped over his face as he said those words, hands moving back down her thighs brushing over the blade strapped there as his lips captured hers again, tongue requesting entrance as he sought once more a reminder of home. His body was quickly responding to the Princess, her stimulation of his senses bringing about many demonstrations of arousal, from a quickening heartbeat to an organ eager to make itself known to the woman pressing so very well against it.


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 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 07:44 PM
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Arianne knew that this was probably not the smartest of her ideas. Doran had said the walls could talk in the Red Keep, but she couldn't resist him. A man whose house had been long loyal to the Martells. A man whose features reminded her of home. A man whose brash and unafraid footsteps in the training fields made her want him even more. A man who had bested her. The looks were an added bonus. The firm, muscular body beneath the loosely fitting clothes was a definite added bonus. Arianne always picked lovers that challenged her mind as much as her body. It was easy to lure a pretty face to bed, but to get an intelligent mind was another endeavor all together. She half way wondered if she had met her matched. And then he nips her neck and she inhales sharply while a small grin graces her plush lips.

His hands were calloused like she imagined them to be, rough against her tender flesh and warm enough to send thrills of desire washing over her like the waves against Sunspears shores. She moans softly, feeling his hardening beneath her and seperated by such thin material. Her voice becomes husky, lower and more and more like a predators. "I doubt that anyone would be ignorant enough to attack a Dayne and expect to be successful." She smiled then as she rocked her hips slowly again. "I wasn't..."

Arianne leans back nodding slightly as she accepts his terms wordlessly. He kisses and she allows him to kiss her, her mouth opening to allow his tongue entrance, her own tongue flickering into his mouth and tasting him in equal measure. Her fingers meanwhile lift the hem of his shirt, her hands barely touching him. Her fingernails running up and down his ribs before she broke the kiss and urged him to lift his arms so that the undressing could continue. Her eyes feasted on him, reveling in every rippling muscle. Her mouth kissed his chest lightly, while her hands clutched his sides, counting every measured breath. She wanted to take her time with him, to revel in his masculine aura and be taken by it...eventually. When she got to the straps that held the blade, nimble fingers unbuckled it, while her dark eyes watched him in anticipation.


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Atius was loving how this was developing, he had hoped he would have the chance to lay with this beautiful princess of Dorne, but he did not expect it to happen quite this quick. His mind may have been a few steps behind but his body was more than ready for the challenge, the feeling of her, the sight of her and the smell of her were all enough to ensure that. He had heard that the red keep was not a place to trust, that there were ears and eyes everywhere, but he did not care, that kind of political nonsense was a bit beyond him. He always was more of a see and enemy and kill them kind of person, not to say that he couldn't be extremely cunning, just that he would rather keep it simple.

Her moan sounded almost as delicious as she was, her voice lowering and becoming husky as she spoke, it was music to his ears. Just as he was sure she found his moans and groans to be music to hers, particularly with the slow rocks she seemed to delight in doing to tease him and draw them from his lips, something she was very successful at. "I would never doubt the ignorance of people in the capital my princess. I believe it is absolutely unending" His voice was just as husky and low as hers and a cheeky grin was plastered over his face even as he groaned from her rocks hands squeezing her hips as she moves.

Atius happily allowed her to undress him, lifting his arms to allow his shirt to be pulled from him, enjoying the taste of her and the feeling of her hands against him, muscles rippling as she touches them. He moved smoothly to run his hands up her thighs, one hand moving to undo the knife strapped to her thigh quickly and easily enjoying the baring of more of her delicious thighs. He continued his hands up her thigh and along her sides, before running firmly down her back pressing her chest to his as he moves in placing gentle kisses along her neck hands continuing to move down. His hands stopped when they reached his current goal, gripping and gently squeezing her rear before slowly moving her along him much the same way as when she rocks her hips, groaning low in her ear.


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 Posted: Jul 4 2018, 08:25 AM
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Boredom bred bad decisions. The overwhelming courtier's mask at court felt suffocating and her mind had constantly drifted back the knight. To the sound of his laughter. To the way he smiled as she bested him, and the smile when he had beaten her fairly. He had plagued her thoughts when she was supposed to be listening. He was the itch she had to scratch. Every sly grin he gave her when she was in the judges box made her flustered and distracted though she kept the rising heat beneath her disguise. She needed to get him out of her system, or at least, discover if this was something worth her while. So far, Arianne was keeping him around for awhile. By royal decree maybe, though she didn't think she'd need to get that official by the firm bulge between her legs.

Teasing him made her want him all the more but Arianne was a lover of patience, of tormenting desire. She enjoyed pushing her lovers to the point that they could not hold back anymore and it would seem that Atius had more control than others. His voice lowered, barely commenting further. Neither wanted to think about the eyes and ears that may be listening. Throwing caution to the wind, she allowed him to press her against him, his heat radiating off of him with his smell adding fuel to the fire that burned within her. The callous hands brushing her skin kept sending waves of desire to course through her and to feel his lips on her neck while he guided her grinding against him made her wet with lust.

She pushes her hips back, and forth one more time, allowing his hands to stay while hers grip the chair behind him, putting more pressure on the hard organ between her legs. It's only then that she moves to dismount him. Her voice low, and a predatory smile on her features, she holds out a hand to him. "Come, Atius." She had ever intention of them becoming more comfortable than the hard chair. Besides, the thin fabric between them was too much and she wanted to feel every bit of him. She motions him to the bed, kissing him and nipping the lower lip as she releases him to the mattress. It's only then that the belt was removed. Hungry eyes watch him watch her, and her fingers move her hair out of the way, before moving to a shoulder to expose it further. Deliberately slow, they make her way to the curve of her breast, brushing lightly over the already errect nipple and biting her lower lip just slightly. Then at the deep plunge, she unsnaps three fascinors, the dress that formly clung to her curves loosening just enough that when her hand run against herself again, that the fabric slides off easily.

Standing in the candlelight, Arianne's curved but toned physique was easily outlined, muscles there but softened by womanhood. She sits beside him her legs tucked beneath her, with her hand grabbing his and guiding it to rub against her rib cage until it rested on her breast while lush lips begged to be kissed deeply as they press against his. Her own hand runs the length of his arm, down his side and then tease at the waistline. Fingers dipped below the waistline, caressed his manhood lightly over the fabric groaning softly as she felt his desire in her hand, but quickly returned to his hip, pulling gently to bring them closer together.



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