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Can we maybe get this back on the designated one-day-a-week thing?

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

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[I don't own the meme, of course, but can we try to make this work again?]

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Amelia is grateful for the reassurance, both in how Jon holds her hand tight, and in the strength of his convictions, and how sure he is in what he says. The very thought of leaving this all behind - the thought of starting anew ... it was terrifying.

But ... he'd be with her. He'd leave the Watch, and he'd take her away from this life, and they'd ... be together. They'd have a normal life together. ANd that's sort of what she's always wanted.

Still, though, she worries.

"And what if, once we settled there, you found someone ... better than me? Can you promise that you'd never leave me? Can you promise that your heart would only belong to me?"

"As if I could," Jon replies, shaking his head. "I can't even imagine wanting to be with anyone but you, Amelia. Can't imagine it at all."

He supposes there's something of the wide-eyed boy in that, swearing such things to the first girl he's ever been with, but Jon's seen too much to be that much of a child. He's done too much to not understand the weight of his promises.

"And if it's a promise you want, I thought I was being pretty clear about that... or did you not hear me say the word 'wife'?"

If she were to hear these declarations from anybody else, Amelia wouldn't put much stock in them - she'd pretend to be flattered, and she'd send her play suitor on his way, and probably never see him again, much less think about him.

But it's so easy to believe these sentiments when they come from Jon. He has, after all, been nothing but honest and earnest and very, very sweet to her from the moment he'd stepped foot into her rooms.

And, if she's being honest with herself, what he's offering is exactly what she wants. It's a life that she never thought she'd be able to live. It's only been one night, and she's probably behaving insanely, but ... she trusts him. He's not just another patron. And it seems that he very much means it when he says that he wants her ... like that.

"I heard," she murmurs, her voice so small, and so shaky, "But I thought that I had imagined it because I want it so badly."

Jon finally lets go of her hand, but not to release her at all. Instead, he reaches out and envelops Amelia in his arms, pulling her to him until she lays with her head on his chest. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead before speaking.

"I said it. I meant it."

He finds Amelia's hand again, lacing her fingers with his.

"We'll be running. And then we'll be poor, maybe near to starving. We'll be strangers in a faraway country. But we'll be too happy to notice."

She needs the extra contact - she needs the comfort that she so easily finds in lying here like this, close, and protected, and she's quiet for a long moment as she takes the time to listen to the beating of his heart beneath her ear.

"I'm ... crazy for even considering any of this. But I know that I'd rather drown myself than continue servicing men who are ... cruel. And I know that it's not even been a full day since we've met, but with you, I feel ... happy. In good conscience, I cannot just send you away."

She takes a deep breath, and she squeezes his hand gently, and she continues.

"I'm absolutely terrified to leave this place, but I think - I know that I want to be with you. Whatever comes our way, as long as we're together. So, in case you're still not sure of my intentions ... yes. Yes, I'll leave this place, and yes, I'll go with you, and if you're certain that you want me in that way, yes, I'll be your wife."

Again, a quick pause, and a breath, and the murmured comment of - "Maybe not so poor. I have been saving my wages since my first day here."

Jon's silent for a moment, stunned by the thing that has just become real. It's only a moment, though, and he quickly bursts into low, but delighted laughter. "Yes. Yes! Thank you." He pulls Amelia up a bit until she's laying properly on top of him, giving Jon a chance to kiss her.

"You won't regret this, Amelia. I'll spend the rest of my life making sure of it."

Another kiss, and even more after that. His eyebrows raise at her suggestion they might actually have some money to take with them. Jon's never been anywhere, but he knows money makes everything easier. "All right. You gather what you need, and then we walk out together."

It's a promise that she means to keep - although in that brief silence that follows her sentiment, she's a little worried that maybe she's assumed too much, and maybe she shouldn't have accepted so quickly, but then - (and, oh, thank whatever Gods watched over them from above) - then, he laughs like that, and he hauls her on top of him, and he kisses her to within an inch of her life, and -

She's happy.

"I've no idea what it means to be a wife, but I swear, I'll be kind, and I'll be faithful, and I will love you. I can only hope that's enough."

Amelia returns each and every kiss, although it's difficult to do so with a grin so large it threatens to split her face. It only fades at the thought of having to get past so many people that might try to stand in their way.

"I don't know that they'll let me go so easily. I am their property, after all."

Jon shrugs, quite unable to wipe the smile from his face or the light in his heart. The future ahead of him is even more uncertain than ever, except for this one intention, and for him, that is all he needs. "All I know of being a husband I learned from my father, and I think those lessons will serve. Everything else we'll have to learn together."

At Amelia's last statement, though, he shakes his head firmly.

"Not anymore. You belong to yourself now, first. And after that, you belong to me. And no one will stop me taking you from here."

He's fought Wildings and wights, humans and creatures used to making war. The people here can't be prepared for a determined man like him.

The thought of leaving is both terrifying and exciting, and although she smiles, she still can't calm the pounding of her heart - this is really very overwhelming all at once, and she doesn't now which thought or which emotion to concentrate on first. "I don't mind learning together - and as long as you don't emulate my father, I think we'll manage. I don't require much at all ... just kindness."

He says that, and she believes it - not only that, but she's touched by the sentiment. No more ... bending to other people's whims. To be able to do what makes her happy, to be with a man that makes her happy ... it truly is a miracle.

"You're not going to let anyone stand in our way, are you?"

Jon shakes his head once again, firm and sure. "Not if there's a hundred. Or giants. Or wights. Nothing and no one." He leans in and kisses her, the sensation of her body pressed to his as they hold each other both familiar and new. Jon feels strength from every bit of contact.

"I'll be like those knights in my sister's fairy stories. Rescuing the fair damsel from the tower."

Amelia breathes deeply, and doesn't hesitate to return the kiss, and to slide her arms around him, as if to hold onto him forever. "We won't have any of those things to worry about - this early in the morning, there are but four guards, and one is my only friend here."

A soft chuckle escapes her lips, and she nods, entirely certain that that is exactly what Jon is for her. "My hero."

He hugs her tightly against him, and he can swear he can feel her heart beating against his chest, and it's a sensation he never wants to part from. But he knows they must, at least temporarily, while they embark on this mad adventure.

"Then it's time to pack your things and say your farewells. That is, unless you're determined to go one more time to say goodbye to this place," he says with a chuckle.

Amelia wouldn't doubt that at all, as her ears are full of the sound of the pounding of her heart, certainly it's beating just as hard against her ribs. Yes, yes, she must move away soon, if only to dress and to prepare her meager belongings, but she doesn't want to have to do so just yet.

"One last roll around in this bed?", she laughs, brushing her nose against his gently, "It would be a lie to say that I won't miss it. One last time - I wouldn't mind, if you're up for it. We could do it quickly, before the house starts to wake."

Jon responds by kissing her, full and hard on the lips until he can part her mouth and taste her. His hands move down her body and gently but insistently guide her to turn onto her back. "I most definitely am," he whispers before resuming the kiss and settling himself between her legs.

With a smile, he looks down on her and cannot help but feel his chest filling with hope and affection.

It's an easy enough thing to get her to respond, and she returns the kiss eagerly, murmuring quiet encouragements against his lips, which quickly die out in the moment that she's urged to move, and she finds herself on her back once more, settling in and getting comfortable, and taking a moment to meet his eyes, and to return his smile, and to hope that he knows the depth of what she feels for him, because this decision ... it isn't one that she's undertaking lightly.

"It will be so easy to love you - ", she begins, only cutting herself off in order to keep her tears at bay. A life. With a man that she already adores. It's a miracle.

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