[ He is determined to make this feel like rough weather. Like she cannot be sure of the tide or the wind or the beast she's riding. Like telling her she should be stronger excuses him but Rhaenyra's indignant rebuttal dies when he reaches for her.
Heart in her throat, she lets him push her, guide her, arches her neck against the hand in her hair, shivering all the more for being guided like a filly, but- ]
No. [ She moves to try and turn to face him, the hard length of him brushing against her hip, her soft belly. Her arms curl around him, possessive. ] I wanted this.
(cw: hair-pulling)
Heart in her throat, she lets him push her, guide her, arches her neck against the hand in her hair, shivering all the more for being guided like a filly, but- ]
No. [ She moves to try and turn to face him, the hard length of him brushing against her hip, her soft belly. Her arms curl around him, possessive. ] I wanted this.