{ forbidden fruit ~ GoT Open

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"I can take it." He pressed his body, the long, lean length of it, gently against hers.

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Briar looked a little panicked- her body was still a sensitive subject with her. She lacked necessary female parts, so it was always the hardest to see herself as a woman when she thought about or saw her body, "Jean-Claude.."

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"Don't, Briar." He paused, looking at her with eyes the color of a good sapphire. "You are beautiful. Just because you are built like a man doesn't make you male. Look at me! I can get pregnant."

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"I'm scared," Briar looked up at him, sounding like a timid child. What if Jean-Claude didn't like her after that? A flood of insecurities overwhelmed her, but she tried to force them back.

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He stroked her face with his fingertips.
"Oui, ma belle, I understand. But you must not be afraid. Fear makes you a victim. Being a victim means you have no power, and you are a princess as well a woman, and women are very, very powerful. At least, do not be fearful around me."

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"I know it seems silly, but I'm afraid you won't like me and that you'll leave. I've already had people not like me and I don't know if I could handle being abandoned," Briar closed her eyes, leaned into his fingertips.

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"Ah, ma belle, you need not worry! I liked you before I knew you, didn't I?" He kissed her forehead gently. "But I will not push, I will merely want."

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Briar opened her eyes, looking at him softly, "Can we still kiss?" she mumbled, "I-I like that.."

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He smiled. "Oui." He leaned down, weight shifting on the bed so she could maneuver around if she felt uncomfortable, cupping her face in his hands, his knees supporting him, and kissed her. It was soft, gentle, allowing Briar to control the timing, the entire situation.

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Briar leaned up into the kiss, her arms braced behind her. She'd never led a kiss before, but went with her gut instinct, letting her lips move to fit his.

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Jean-Claude struggled.
The poor boy had been on a pretty constant sex diet, getting four women in his bed a day, but he had been nearly celibate as of late.
Why?
Because it wasn't what he needed.
He struggled against the urge to press her into the mattress and make her feel things that very few people got to feel.
He struggled, and struggled hard.
He let her lead, his lips bending to hers - the only thing he changed was cupping her shoulder-blades, supporting her weight as well as his.

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Briar let her lips open a little, tongue hesitant. She was even embarrassed by the thought, but her body was curious. Jean-Claude was her first everything.

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He mirrored her movements.
His lips parted, tongue hiding between his teeth, body tense.
He was patient, his hands making gentle kneading movements on her back.

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She let her tongue dart out against his lip, her eyes squeezed shut as though she were afraid of doing something wrong.

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His hands fisted in her hair.
His body tensed, shuddered, arched closer.
His tongue flashed out, quick and wet, and ran along her lip, reassuring her.

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She nearly squeaked, her tongue pressing against his.

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He smiled into the kiss, lips softening.

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Briar opened her eyes, casually examining his face. He was alarmingly close, but she didn't mind.

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Jean-Claude's eyes were closed, nose wrinkled ever so slightly, eyebrows furrowed.
He looked like he was concentrating.
And he was.
He was concentrating on not tearing Briar's clothes from her body.

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She traced her fingers over the back of his neck, letting her lips open a bit wider, inviting him to explore if he wished.