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HENDRY BRACKEN
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 12:40 PM
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House Tully
House Bracken
Stone Hedge
Ser Knight


Late, so late, almost too late. The sun had set a number of hours ago, leaving the sky an ugly, bruised purple until even the clouds soaked in the night sky like ink. Supper was served in the great hall and like any other evening, Hendry had retired to his apartments with Lenora, choosing to stay awake with his ale as her maids saw her to bed. The fire clicked and snapped and so he sat, sipping from his flagon as he let the room around him fall into a quiet standstill, dismissing their servants and finding brief repose in the pages of his uncle’s accounts. The south tower of Stone Hedge was in need of repair, and while the builders had been hired, still they waited for the materials to arrive; ironwood from Lord Forrester, and speckled granite from Lord Waynwood in the Vale. These numbers and records, supplies and lists, they were soothing to his busy mind at first, taking a quill to add his own addendums and edits as he saw fit. When his chamber was as dark as the dancing hearth would allow, as quiet as his wife’s sleeping breath would deem suitable, Hendry emptied the last of his ale into the depths of his throat and deftly folded away his leather-wrapped journal. Like most nights after he’d waited for his wife to fall asleep, he would silently leave their apartments in favor for retreating to another’s… and like most nights, Catelyn was the only thing he could think of as he buttoned his doublet.

But that had been hours ago. Hours. Twice over Lenora had stirred from sleep, panicked and confused by her dreams, and only with her maid’s help were they able to put her back to rest. When she roused for the second time, mere moments after Hendry reached for the silver-plated handle of their door, it took all his strength not to groan in frustration. “She must have had a stressful week, my lord,” assured her maid, the one seemingly all too familiar with Lenora’s dysphoria, brushing back his wife’s hair and gently encouraging her to return to her pillows. With a tight jaw Hendry could do nothing but watch as Lenora at last closed her eyes once more, her face illuminated by the glow of the hearth, warming her red cheeks and easing the lines of confusion from her brows. Having not the time nor interest to banter with the handmaiden, it was only after ordering she remain at his wife’s side did he finally turn to take his leave, dipping into the nightly shadows of the corridor and using only memory to navigate his way through the dimly-lit halls.

Reaching Catelyn’s doors took mere minutes, and his hand folded familiarly over the bronzed handle, pushing it quietly open so that his arrival was not too loudly announced. The antechamber, dark and silent, was still filled with the scents and airs of his cousin’s perfumes, and he inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils once the door was closed behind him. Choosing to simply stand there, letting the shadows of her room welcome him with their unseen arms, Hendry listened for any sign of movement beyond the walls. Above the constant sound of his own heartbeat in his ears, he could sense Catelyn within, as if the very fibers of his muscles pulled and tugged him into the direction of her bedchamber. Passing through the open archways, slipping between the lace curtains and stepping into her domicile was like at last being able to exhale a sigh of relief he did not realize he’d been needing. The candles were low, nearly melted to their stubs, and even the hearth was little more than glowing orange coals against the charred stone… but still he felt a smile smooth over his lips when he noticed her there upon her bed, covered by her layers of fur and silk with only the rhythmic sight of her breathing revealing her shape.

As silently as he could muster, Hendry removed himself of his clothes, unbuttoning his doublet and shrugging out of the woven fabric. Pulling his leather boots from his legs and setting them aside, he made quick work of his linen shirt and black-threaded trousers, peeling off his stockings and almost shivering as the cool air kissed his naked torso. Leaving only his thin pair of linen shorts around his waist, Hendry crept to the side of her bed, sheer memory guiding him beneath the coverlets to join the warmth within. With a single arm he slipped it over her, his palm flattening just beneath her breasts and pulling her gently, yet no less deliberately against him. Chest there to meet her back, he folded his body around her, burying his nose into her hair and pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “Sweet girl,” he cooed deeply, his hand wandering to the side of her waist and skimming down the expanse of her thigh, only to turn to make its way back up again. “I hope you are dreaming of me.”
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CATELYN BRACKEN
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 06:14 PM
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House Bracken
Stone Hedge
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A game of chance, like the flip of a coin. Will he or won’t he? The room cloaked in darkness, she climbed in bed to wait, silent but for the pounding of her heart. Anticipation crept over her each time, and she closed her eyes, listening for footsteps in the hall or the click of the door as it opened. Some nights she was disappointed, tears sliding down her cheeks as she fought the exhaustion, fought to keep them open just a little longer, fought the images of him in bed with Lenora, kissing her pretty mouth. Choosing her. Choosing not to come.

But the next night he would be by her side again, soothing away those worries. Telling her that his wife would not fall asleep - that he could not get away. Promising to come again on the morrow. Each time Catelyn chose to believe him; how could she not? This had been her normal for so many years. If Hendry promised nothing would change then he would surely keep that promise. Hadn’t he always done so? It was not as if there hadn’t been nights before Lenora that he could not visit. Nights her father kept him up talking of the machinations that came with running Stone Hedge. Or nights that he claimed Harry have dragged him to the local tavern. This was no different - Lenora was simply another obligation. Though she was significantly better looking than Harry and having a wife came with a very particular set of more pleasurable obligations that Hendry would be stupid not to enjoy. How long before he forgot her entirely?

Blue eyes squeezing shut, Catelyn willed such worries out of her mind. They were only that, after all. This time he would be here. Hendry never missed two nights in a row. The tears ceased their appearances as she explained away his absences. But it was inevitable that he eventually would miss two nights in a row. And when two became three she could fight them back no longer. Legs curled up to her chest, the fair-haired Bracken clutched the blankets close to her in tiny balled fists, wondering how much time had passed since she dismissed the ladies who helped her into her nightclothes. Minutes? Hours? He had to come this night. It had never been this long between visits. Doubt seeped into every essence of her being as she stared at the wall to the side of her bed. Tears wet her pillow though they went unnoticed as Catelyn fought the heaviness in her eyelids. He would be here. She could not fall asleep.

It wasn’t until she felt the heavy warmth of his body beside her that Catelyn even realized she had lost her battle. Eyes fluttering open, she gazed at the wall once more, reorienting herself to the world. How long had she been asleep? The strength of his arm around her middle was soothing, and the anxious racing of her heart from before had slowed, soothed by his presence. Closing her eyes again, Catelyn breathed in deeply as Hendry’s lips brushed against her shoulder. ”I feel as if I am dreaming still,” she said softly. There was a bite in her words, though not in her tone. It must be a dream, for his presence felt unreal after so many nights away.

Catelyn's eyes remained closed so that no sense dominated that of touch - the feeling of his hand slipping down to her thigh. Delicate fingers grazed over the back of his hand, ensuring that he was not merely apparition. Some figment leftover from her dreamworld, for he was right - her dreams were always of him. But the feeling of his chest at her back was real. Any sadness of hurt she had felt during his absence melted away as he wriggled back against him, desiring to be closer still as if it could make up for time lost.
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HENDRY BRACKEN
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 10:04 PM
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House Tully
House Bracken
Stone Hedge
Ser Knight


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Perhaps it was because he had come to know Catelyn’s body as well as he knew his own, had spent years watching and feeling her grow beneath his touch that it was this very insight that led him to sense her irregular response to him. Willing, yes, as he had never known his cousin to refuse or shy away from him, but there seemed to be a heaviness to her form that only emanated from the dry, low tones of her voice. His palm gathered the fabric of her nightdress into a small bundle, fingers clutching the thin cotton and sliding it further up her thigh, revealing the warm skin beneath. Though his hand was calloused from years worth of working and fighting, they smoothed over her unblemished flesh without hindrance, all the way down to the bend in her knee before trailing back up to her waist once more. A low, hum-like groan rumbled from the pits of his throat in response to her words, the sound stifled by the back of her own shoulder as he pressed another kiss to the slender bone.

“I came as soon as I could,” he spoke softly, barely above a whisper, just enough for the baritones of his voice to be gentle vibrations against her ear. Through his nostrils he sucked in a long breath of her aromas, burying his nose in the silken locks of her hair and closing his eyes to the darkness around them. From the side of her thigh his hand wandered instead beneath the hem of her nightdress, finding the flat of her stomach, and from there the bottom curves of her unbound breasts. “I pray it is not too late,” his palm swept slowly over a single dove-soft mound, the pad of his thumb circling only once around the sensitive skin of her nipple. Encouraging her onto her back, Hendry wasted little time in taking his place above her, sighing deeply as he took his place between her legs. Though he bore much of his weight upon his forearms, the press of his pelvis against her own warmed him in places he did not realize were cold, and the smile that spread over his mouth could be seen even through the shadows that enveloped them. “There are not enough hours in a night,” he remarked, lowering his mouth to the pulse in her neck, kissing it tenderly but no less hungrily, and slipping his fingertips through the roots of her hair.

How long had it been? Three days? Four? To Hendry, it could be a lifetime, so frustrating were his hours away from Catelyn that not even the guilt of their relationship could force him elsewhere. His soul was damned long ago, his fate sealed the moment his swollen shaft had been painted with her broken maidenhead, and if it meant he would suffer in the afterlife, he refused to suffer in this one. Lenora Lychester may have been made his wife, but it was Catelyn Bracken he continued to choose, even throughout the nights where he was forced to spend away from her. It was during moments like these, where he began to slowly remove her of her nightgown, that Hendry could forget the many things that threatened to part them. Here, as he stripped her naked and pressed himself close against her, he could forget about the idea that forever may not be theirs to have, that an eternity of this bliss was perhaps not so promised as he wished. But he didn’t care about that now, couldn’t care about that now, not when his unshaven mouth wandered to the rise of a bared breast, his lips suckling against the rose-pink nipple until it stiffened to attention. Layering then a trail of kisses along her sternum, Hendry exhaled a warm sigh onto her flesh. “I have missed you.”

Lifting his head, he moved to finally claim her mouth with his own, parting her lips with the passionate and deft prod of his tongue. Though his eyes were shut behind a pair of heavily-closed lids, Hendry could still feel the sadness of his absence lurking in her embrace. Seven hells, he still even felt his own sadness, missing her so greatly and so fervently that he feared he might crush her beneath him now that she was finally in his arms once more. "So much."
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CATELYN BRACKEN
 Posted: Mar 19 2018, 11:54 PM
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House Tully
House Bracken
Stone Hedge
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Hearing his groan at her words caused her stomach to tighten ever so slightly. She had not intended to express the hurt she’d felt in his absence; he might think her unpleasant to be around if she did, and what man wanted to spend his nights cheering up a miserable little girl? It might mean the loss of him entirely, and that was not a risk Catelyn was willing to take. Better to smile through the pain and enjoy Hendry’s presence when he saw fit to give it. Though she genuinely wanted to believe that he preferred to be here with her. It was far better than allowing herself to imagine the alternative. ”I know you did, she replied, opening her eyes at last and turning her head to look over her shoulder at him and offer a small smile.

Fingers trailed fire over her skin, Hendry’s touch such a familiar one that her body responded almost instantly, warmth pooling between her legs in anticipation of what it instinctively knew was to follow. The words he spoke hardly registered as Hendry’s thumb circled her nipple, which hardened instantly at his touch. Whatever doubts and fears plagued her mind did not seem to seep into the rest of her body. It was as ready as ever to be given over to him - his to play with, use, and pleasure. Having already turned slightly to look over her shoulder at him, Hendry had no trouble encouraging her onto her back as he took his place between her legs. The feel of him pressing against her there had her teeth grazing her lips and her hips rising to meet his, hindered in their pursuit only by the linen fabric of the shorts he’d left on before climbing into her bed.

”Even if I could spend each of them with you there would never be enough.” Catelyn’s voice was wistful, and she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck. Small hands moved to grip his hips, pulling them closer as Hendry’s fingers threaded in her hair. If it hadn’t been for his move to rid her of her nightgown Catelyn might have left them there. Instead they raised over her head, breasts lifting slightly with the movement as the offending garment was discarded. The extra perk must have drawn his attention, for Hendry’s mouth went there next, catching a nipple between his lips until it rose to mirror its twin. Catelyn sucked in a breath as he released it, the night air cool against the wetness he’d left there causing it to stiffen all the more.

A genuine smile found her lips as Hendry told her he missed her. ”I missed you too.” The words were hardly out of her mouth before his lips were on hers, tongue demanding entry to which she complied. Arms slipping around his neck, Catelyn all but whimpered as he broke the kiss to qualify how much he’d missed her. Her neck raised in desperation, mouth seeking to find his once more. ”Show me how much?” she asked almost impishly, lips only inches from Hendry’s own.
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HENDRY BRACKEN
 Posted: May 14 2018, 05:37 PM
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House Tully
House Bracken
Stone Hedge
Ser Knight


There was little explaining it, or perhaps it was the little effort he provided into trying, but he could hardly describe what he felt when Catelyn’s hips rose to meet him. Was it relief, perhaps? Like a warm welcome home? It was sweeter than any loving embrace from the members of their family, tighter than any grip from his cousin Harry, and he could think of nothing more precious once he realized she invited him closer. While he’d never expect her rejection, never would think to be turned from her bed, it was still a dormant fear that resided in some far depths of his better judgement. Perhaps she should turn him away. Perhaps it was what the gods would want, what his uncle Lord Jonos would want, but that meant nothing to him here. Nothing meant anything to him here once in Catelyn’s arms, surrounded by her open legs, marinating in the warmth of her body and the heat to her sighs. With a low groan he felt the hard angles of his body fold and form against the soft curvatures of her own, fitting familiarly and comfortably until her newly naked bodice was like a nurturing pillow to the weight of his muscles. Hearing that an eternity together still would not sate her desires, he feared immediately that he might be plagued with the very same burden.

“I will see what can be done,” he vowed in response, his voice barely above a whisper, just enough to let the low baritones of his voice reach the syllables’ edges. In truth, he had longed for her each night that they were apart, yet he could not bring himself to apologize or explain the reason of his actions. The mention of his wife had no place here in bed with Catelyn, and for now he was content to behave as if Lenora Bracken did not exist, not here, not now, not ever. The breaking dawn would of course change that, but until then, only the woman beneath him mattered, only she was tangible against his touch. “It nearly hurts,” he continued, his scalp tingling from where her fingertips threaded through his dark hair. He planted a light kiss to her moistened nipple before lifting his head and meeting her gaze. “When you are gone from my side for so long.” Sealing his words with a hungry kiss from her lips, their tongues creating a passionate sync that he was loathe to interrupt, the strain to his groin was nearly too much to bear even against the loose confinements of his linen shorts. All too deftly he maneuvered his way out of them, dropping them to the cold floor below where they were instantly forgotten against the feel of her thighs cradling his newly bared waist. “Show me how much?”

He could not think of an easier command to obey, one that made him more willing or more eager to fulfill seemed almost foolish to imagine. Perhaps it was the sound of her small little whimper, or the way she hoped to reach for him when he pulled away, but Hendry’s lips framed such an affectionate smirk that it was all too easy to see how far he was bent to her will. “It would be my pleasure.” His own jowls watering with a greedy, almost ravenous hunger, he began his slow descent downwards, leaving small kisses in his wake along her breasts, the middle of her ribs, down her abdomen and to the two wings of her pelvis. Snaking his long arms beneath her thighs, his hands meandered upwards, finding the swells of her breasts and the arches of her ribcage beneath. Like a mantle he donned her legs over his shoulders, resting there upon his stomach and forearms nearer the end of the bed. Lifting his lips if only by the slightest, he briefly studied with great awe what his tongue so ached to taste, finally daring to savor in the smallest of relish with a gentle lap of his palate. Gods, he thought, sighing so loudly that he almost groaned in satisfaction against her rosy center. So perfect. How could something this right, this delightful, ever possibly be wrong? A sin? He could not believe it, not as his tongue began to slip between the tasteful folds of her core, opening her to his affections with every gentle, slow stroke of his palate.

All too happily would he have spent hours between her legs, moistening her most precious parts, tending to that swollen little rosebud that trembled and quivered against the tip of his tongue. He would have relished in the rapid up-and-down pattern of her chest beneath his splayed palms for the rest of the night and well into the next morning, if he could. But even here he was ultimately aware that the darkness would not stretch on forever, and while he smiled each time he heard his name on her lips, he soon wished for hers instead upon the pair of his own. Departing her open thighs with a few wet kisses to the milky white flesh, Hendry lifted his head, slowly crawling out from beneath her legs and returning to his most favored place above her. He could not help but shudder somewhat as he felt the swollen, velvety head of his shaft nudge against her glistening center. “Don’t worry,” he rumbled deeply, gently pressing his pelvis forwards until he just barely breached her opening, not quite yet pushing himself inside of her. “I am not done showing you how much, he sighed, allowing only an inch or two of his length to penetrate her. “Just yet…”
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