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ser jaime lannister ([personal profile] goldfinger) wrote in [personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2019-05-08 06:00 pm (UTC)

[ Was there something he wanted to say? Jaime can't remember. But he can't really think beyond the way Sansa smells, sweet and thick and drying his throat like he's drunk an entire cup full of sugar. He knows what it is, knows that it's heat, but it doesn't stop him from feeling any less appalled-- all the heats he remembers sensing all smelled disgusting, repelling and sick like animal waste.

But Sansa... she's delightful, like perfume and candy all at once. Jaime has the brief thought of wanting to lick her. ]


Heat. [ It's all he says in response to her, and Jaime's feet stay firmly bolted to the floor even if the mere word sends a thrill through his body, a throb in his cock. He's never smelled someone so delicious before, good and clean and warming his belly with want. Having only ever slept with an alpha, Jaime knows nothing of biological compatibility save for the fog of his head now and the way his cock is hard under his leathers. ]

You're in heat. [ A breath; Jaime tries desperately not to inhale too hard, not to scare her. He clenches his fist, and he wants to rub his cock over her skin and spill seed and scent all over, then mount and breed and fill her womb with pups, knotted tight and perfect. ]

You need to take care of that.

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