{ forbidden fruit ~ GoT Open

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Jean-Claude smiled. "Very good. I need you. I need you badly." He pressed closer, much closer. "Please, mon amour."

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"I'm still scared, Jean-Claude," Briar whispered, her hips twitching a little.

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"You need not be, my love. You should just trust me." He smiled at her.

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"Doesn't it feel a bit..rushed?" Briar asked, peeking up at him, "We haven't known one another that long."

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"Mm. But I need you. Please."

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Briar still looked unsure. This was a part of herself that she hadn't had enough time to explore yet. She was barely used to having others treat her as a regular woman, key alone want her.

The princess took a deep breath and put her hands on Jean-Claude'a chest firmly, "I don't think I'm ready."

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His face was hurt as he slipped off the bed and stared at her. His face cleared, became a wonderful, beautiful mask. A mask no one, spare his sisters, could see through. "Very well. I will see you at supper."

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Briar sat up and placed her hands in her lap, "Yes," she answered quietly, sadly, "See you then."

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He leaned down, giving her a hesitant kiss on the forehead, spun on his boot-clad heel, and walked out the door.
Not twnty minutes later, Anita was floating into the room.
"Ah, Briar! There you are!"

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Briar looked up quickly, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, "Hello, Anita," She flashed a quick smile, "Were you looking for me?"

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"Yes, I was." She crouched in front of Briar, beautiful blue dress flowing around her like silk. It was silk. "Darling, what happened?"

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Her eyes widened and she looked back down at her lap, "It's nothing. I'm fine."

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"Never. Never, lie to me." She put a finger under Briar's chin and forced it up. Her eyes were fire. "What happened?" She was a mother, kicking off her shoes, pulling Briar into her lap, Briar's head against her neck, body rocking her daughter gently.

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Briar was so surprised by the gentle action that she didn't even try to resist, her lower lip trembling, "I-It's just...Jean-Claude...He wanted to...you know. B-But I don't think I'm ready for that yet and so I told him and he just seemed upset and left. I think he might be mad at me.."

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Anita pressed a kiss to Briar's forehead, smoothing her hair back. "Oh, darling, you wounded his pride. And he loves you. So you wounded his heart. He will recover, but he will try to get you to bed. Often, and with much enthusiasm." She smiled.

"But you shall be with him, yes? You are courted?"

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Briar nodded, "Yes, but that doesn't mean I should let him into my bed right away. I am not that comfortable yet. Will he hate me for that?" She leaned her head against Anita's shoulder.

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"Oh, no, but he is stubborn. He will try. He will win your trust, your admiration, and then he will bed you, and it will be very, very pleasant." Anita chuckled lightly. "Daughter, you must understand that he wants you to feel beautiful. It will be his new personal mission. Understand that now and save yourself pain and grief later."

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"...I don't need to be bedded in order to feel beautiful," Briar muttered, but she understood. Judging by the way she felt when her and Jean-Claude were tangled together on the bed, she knew that she'd want it too. She already did, but the insecurities won this time.

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"No, but Jean-Claude does." Her voice was quiet.

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She sighed and closed her eyes, mulling over what Anita said, "Thank you for caring, Anita." she murmured softly.