Pairing: Ser Gilmore/Deidre Cousland
Rating: M, NC-17, Mature, whatever you want to call it. Sexytimes underneath cut.
Summary: Rory let himself imagine for one moment that everything could be perfect between them.
Note: Part 2 of Mission Let's Keep Issa Sane. Fluffy for the most part, but then you think about what's going to happen to them a few hours later and then it's all :(
Deidre sighed as she quietly turned the lock on her bedroom door. The afternoon and evening had taken a toll on her; first with her brother leaving and then later on during dinner. It was in the middle of the soup course that she realized that this would be the last meal that she would eat with her father for a very long time, that it would be the last time that he would rise from the table and press a kiss to her forehead as they retired for the evening. He would be leaving before dawn – there would be no chatter over breakfast or sleepy good morning greetings until he and Fergus returned from Ostagar.
And Mother was to leave soon to go back with Lady Landra, leaving Deidre alone. Sure, Oriana and Oren would be with her, but for the first time in her life, she would be away from the family that she had grown up with. The thought of being Teyrna, albeit temporarily, had been exciting at first. Now she just felt incredibly lonely.
“You’re miles away, Dee,” Rory said, standing up from the chair he had been waiting in. “Your mind must be occupied if you didn’t notice me here.”
She turned and gave him a slight smile. “I’m sorry, Rory. It’s been a difficult day.”
He reached out and cupped her shoulders with his hands, his thumbs running in soothing circles against her skin. “I can leave if you want to be alone.”
“No, don’t go, at least not yet. I could use the company.” Deidre leaned towards him, her forehead resting against his collarbone. She breathed deep, inhaling the clean scent of soap that clung to his skin and the underlying tang of metal from his armor. She looked over his shoulder and noted that his chainmail was neatly arranged on the ground next to her own armor stand. “It’s going to be so odd without Fergus and Papa home.”
“Not to mention your mother leaving soon?”
She nodded, her arms wrapping around his waist. “Everything is going to change. I…I don’t know quite how to react to it all.”
Rory stroked his hands down her back, his fingers catching on the laces to her bodice. “Not everything will change. I’ll still be here.” He trailed his lips down her cheek. “After breakfast, we’ll still have our sparring sessions and then sometime in the afternoon we’ll try to wrangle your nephew into some semblance of order. Did I tell you he’s been asking for shield bashing lessons?”
She smirked. “He said something about that.”
“And after, we’ll go about our duties just like every other day. Then in the evening…” He slowly walked her towards her vanity.
“In the evening?” she prompted, looking at their reflections in the mirror.
He smiled, his hands settling on her waist as he caught her reflection’s eye. “In the evening, we’ll create a few new traditions.” He carefully took out the pins from her hair, his fingers methodically undoing what had taken her maid a full twenty minutes to create just for dinner. “You can tell me how your day went and then I can tell you about mine.” He watched as she slipped her earrings off and placed them in the simple jewelry box on top of her vanity, their fingers brushing when he unbraided a lock of hair close to her ear. He leaned in and inhaled the faint floral scent of her perfume, letting himself think for a brief moment that while the Teyrn and Teyrna were away that he and Deidre could settle into a comfortable routine. As she turned to catch his lips with hers, he let himself fantasize for a mad moment that Castle Cousland was theirs, that they were husband and wife instead of a noblewoman and her knight. Deidre’s hands slid over his shirt until she could tangle her fingers in his hair, a contented sound escaping her throat. The muscles in her back that had felt so tense only minutes before went slack under his hands as he blindly unlaced the back of her dress, spreading the fabric wide enough so that it could slip down her body to fall in a heavy heap to the floor. His eyes dragged up to the mirror again, appreciating the way that the fabric of the chemise she wore was thin enough that he could see hints of rosy skin underneath. Rory let her go long enough to strip his shirt over his head before reaching for her again. Ever so slowly, he dragged the chemise down off her shoulders, his mouth touching every inch of newly exposed skin.
Deidre swayed on her feet, her hands moving downwards to run across his back as she stepped out of her discarded clothing and attempted to walk Rory backwards towards her bed. He laughed against her mouth, but his laugh turned into a breathy groan when she undid the ties to his trousers and slipped her hands inside to grasp him. She grinned against his lips when he kissed her harder than he normally did, but gasped when he cupped her hips in his hands and quickly swung them around, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
“My love,” he murmured, his lips blazing a trail down her body. He lingered at her midsection, one of his hands splaying possessively over her skin even as he laid a tender kiss on her flat belly. He nuzzled his lips there for a moment longer, wishing with all his might that it would be possible for him to do the same at another time, except that he’d be able to feel his child kick against his palm. Despair that this would never happen briefly left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he shoved that thought aside and nipped at her hipbone, which never failed to make her tremble.
Deidre tilted her hips upward to help Rory remove her smallclothes, her hands scrabbling to find purchase on the sheets when his lips and tongue met her most intimate parts. He quietly moaned against her and the vibrations made her back bow. Her breath hitched as he quickly brought her to the brink and she found herself having to jam her fist into her mouth to muffle the scream that tore from her throat.
Rory inched his way up her body. He gently took her hand away from her mouth and kissed the purpling indentations on her knuckles where she had bit down to keep from crying out too loudly. He was perfectly content to lie there between her legs while she was warm and pliant underneath him, but Deidre had other plans. She hooked her legs around his waist and rolled until he was on his back and she was atop him. She reached down between their bodies to help guide him into her before sinking down onto his length, her eyes shut tight and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hips created a soft, swaying tempo that he easily picked up, Rory’s big hands skimming upwards over her ribcage. He gave both of her breasts a playful squeeze before inching his fingers around to unwrap the binding that concealed them from his sight. Deidre sobbed out his name as he rolled her nipples between her fingers, even as her own hands wandered over his chest and torso, her fingers mapping out the way that his muscles bunched as he moved. He rolled them again until he was on top, his head bowing until he was able to suck hard at the skin on the underside of her breast. He was always careful not to leave bruises or whisker marks where her maid might notice, but he couldn’t stop himself from marking her in some way. He braced himself on the palms of his hands and looked down; watching as sweat dropped from his brow and mingled with the beads that dewed up on her skin. She was positively radiant; her skin rosy from exertion and her hair in a long, wild tangle around her head like a golden halo. His heart clenched at the thought that such a beautiful creature loved him as much as she did, thinking himself unworthy of such devotion. His biceps trembled and his muscles gave out on him, forcing himself to keep his weight on his elbows. Her legs hitched higher against his sides in a way that was almost his undoing before he felt her breath along his ear.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips nuzzling against his jawline. The declaration and tickle of breath that stirred his hair was enough to send him over the edge, his hips sharply snapping upwards in quick, spasmodic movements he had no control over. He felt her tremble and pulse around him, her short fingernails biting at his shoulders.
It was a while before he came back to his senses. Rory felt heavy and boneless as he lay in the cradle of her thighs, her fingers languidly running through his hair. He wrapped his arms around her before rolling to his side and bringing her along with him.
Deidre gave a contented sounding sigh, her foot running up his calf. “Stay for the night,” she said quietly, her head on his chest and her ear pressed up to his skin. She ran her fingers slowly down his side as she listened to the thunderous beating of his heart gradually slow down to a rhythm that threatened to lull her under.
He rubbed his cheek against her hair. “You know that I can’t,” he told her regretfully. “But I’ll stay for as long as I am able.” He had always waited until she had fallen asleep the few times that they had met like this at night before quietly dressing and slipping out of her chambers unnoticed. Now that most of her family was gone from the castle, Rory knew that leaving her side was going to be even harder. Being quiet while they made love was going to be harder as well. He wasn’t built for these clandestine meetings, forcing himself to stifle his moans where it seemed to come as second nature for Deidre to be stealthy. He let himself slip back into his fantasy of them being able to openly pursue their relationship. If they had been married, they could have been as loud as they wished without any consequences.
His arms tightened around her and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He so wanted to make her wail, just once.
“I know,” she told him, regret lacing her voice. She stirred against him until she was braced on her elbow. “Have I told you how much I’m grateful that you requested to stay here with me?”
He gave her a lopsided grin, his hand going up so he could twirl a lock of her hair around his index finger. “A few times, yes, though it never hurts to hear it again.”
She settled back down against him, her head tilting up to catch him in a kiss. “Thank you, Rory, for staying with me.”
He captured her hand in his and dragged it up over his heart. “Always, Deidre. Always.”