[I was thinking either wedding night or arranged marriage but if you're more interested in one of the other options, please let me know! Also feel free to let me know if anything here doesn't work.]
Meiniang's life changed with a roll of silk and an official seal in red ink telling her that from now on she had been elevated to "princess" and that she was to do her country the greatest honour.
The alliance itself had been proposed in the early years of the emperor's reign but had not come to fruition until Meiniang had come to court. Beautiful Meiniang, daughter of a courtier, too outspoken, too clever and too talented by half. So when the courtiers had scoffed at the thought of sending a true-blooded princess into what was basically exile, she had been the perfect solution.
But a concubine was not a true princess, was not a maiden.
And Meiniang is acutely aware of that fact from the moment she steps foot onto the continent, from the moment she steps into the hall and is introduced to her new husband in deliberately, patronizingly slow Common Tongue despite the fact that she had already indicated that she could more than speak their language. She first notices his height, then his face. Is Tyrion meant as a slight to her, or is she meant as a slight to him? She didn't know then as she stood before him with a quiet tilt of her head and a stubborn set to her mouth. But she didn't like either option. She'd had no choice, she'd never had a choice. But she'd be damned if she let herself be used like this when she hears a quiet remark to the effect that she was perfect because "what was a concubine but a higher class of whore?"
Her answer had been a look in the direction of the comment, "Then does that not make all of your married women whores, as well?"
At least some of the roughness in stripping her for her bedding stemmed from that, she supposed. But it was worth it anyway, if it meant no one dared call her a whore any longer. Besides, there was something cathartic about no longer having to wear the white of a bride. She felt like a corpse when she wore white.
Never mind that meant she was stepping into the rooms in nothing but her own skin, meeting a husband that she barely knew, standing beside a bed that she knew they were expected to use. Not that it would be any different, she supposed, than when she'd first met the emperor in what felt like a lifetime ago.
If he's looking, even if he isn't, she walks straight-backed and unnafraid though there's no hiding the flush on her cheeks.
"...My lord. Is it to your liking?"
Her, them, this. She could mean any of those things and probably does as she tucks a lock of straight black hair behind her ear.
( charioce is that of royalty but being king he doesn't have any arranged marriages and would have chosen anthuria as his wife on his own behalf, so how does the first prompt sound? they could have met while he was disguised as a civilian and was enchanted by her dancing or if you had anything in mind i wouldn't mind rolling with it! )
Bridget Frostheart | Record of a Fallen Vampire | M/F or F/F
(I love the Arranged Marriage trope so much. Especially when it wil turn out good at some point and one of them will need more time to fall in love with the other.
Tyrion had never thought that one day he would marry again, but this time he wouldn't know the woman who was his future bride. All he knew about her was, that she came from a continent far away. To his relief he heard that she knew the Common Tongue, that would make things easier.
It would have been hard work for both of them to learn a new language. The closer the day came, when he would finally meet her, his worries increased. Tyrion was certain, that the young lady was expecting some dashing son of the House Lannister and not the infamous son of Tywin Lannister, the one nearly no one addressed with his real name but with all sort of insults.
Finally the day had come that they would meet. As good as he could, he tried to hide his nervousness behind good manners. Tyrion had heard that his bride wouldn't be a real high-born lady but secretly he was glad about it. Some painful experiences in the past made him give up on ever receiving real love but he hoped that is wasn't too much to asked for, that perhaps one day she would like him.
The remark came out of the crowd but it would be useless to search for the one who had dropped it. Tyrion heard her reply and noted that she was quick-witted. Sweet child, you will have to face even more hurtful remarks in the future and that just thanks to me. he thought gloomy. He knew how deep words could injure.
He stood next to the bed, looking at the wall, then to his feet and quickly back to the wall. When had been the last time he had been nervous about being a woman? That was something that didn't agreed with being Tyrion Lannister. But he was now a married man and the woman was his bride. They would have to share their lives until they died. She will be disappointed.
The sound of the bedroom door that got opened filled the air. He heard her closing the door and coming closer. He looked over his shoulder to look at her. Her flushed cheeks were giving her a touch of innocence. "You're gorgeous Meiniang."
He gave her a warm smile, reminding himself not stare too much. Slowly he turned around, trying to ignore the feeling of being vulnerable, something he had never felt before while being with a woman). He offered her his hand, to lead her to bed. "Don't be afraid my love. I won't do anything that you don't want."
Tyrion could never disappoint her more than the Emperor who had promised to love her and yet in the end had still sent her to another country to another husband. Still she can feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach, a feeling that she chides herself over. She isn't an innocent by any means, no stranger to giving pleasure.
But still, hearing him tell her that she's gorgeous does make her blush, eyes dropping and demure for a moment before she looks back at him. "...Thank you. Tyrion."
Because she's noticed that no one really calls him that and surely someone should. She is his wife, after all. She would be sharing a life with him until the end of her days. Or so she hopes, but she's had her share of promises and finds them difficult to trust anymore. Still, hope is a good start.
That smile of his is also a good start. She smiles back, her expression warming as she takes another step so she's standing before him. "I trust you."
Her hand curls softly around his, being told that he wouldn't do anything that she didn't want, being called 'my love' more heart-warming than he realizes. She's not a whore because she's never lain with anyone else but the Emperor. Meiniang's body has only ever been for his pleasure and not for her own, she's no stranger to lying underneath her last husband, his seed deep in her belly while she lay half-way sated and no further. In this respect, she is untouched, pure and untested by any other as she moves to sit on the bed. Their bed. The thought softens her expression her hand squeezing his gently as she draws him close.
For a moment he thought that he had just imaged to hear his name. But she had addressed him with the name he had been given and not a formal title like Mylord or husband. It was a pleasant surprise, one that he hadn't expected if he was honest to himself. To hear his name without a title made him feel like they were just an ordinary couple and not prince and princess.
"Trust is good. Without trust a marriage can't go well on the long sign." Some may say that he was a man who you should not trust but when it came to women he never broke a promise he made.
He felt her hand around his and his heart was beating faster. For a split second Tyrion had the odd wish to just hold her hand the whole night, even through he couldn't deny that he had been looking forward to the wedding night.
They sat down, when she draws him closer to herself. He looked up to her, reminding himself that this beautiful woman was his and only his. His other hand hesitantly stroke over her upper tight. "You must forgive me, if I give away the impression that I don't really knowing what to do. I want our first time together to become notable, especially for you."
Tyrion knew that if he would be with her like he had been with countless women before, she wouldn't be pleased. He had sworn to care about her in the first place. "Tell me, my love. Is there anything in particular that you like?" The advantage of being two adults who already have collected experiences is, that you can talk about what you like and what not.
Call her husband's name is another first for her, but it feels like something that should be done, it feels right.
"...True. And I do want our marriage to go well."
After all, a lack of trust in her is what led Meiniang here in the first place, sitting in their bed and for once heedless of anything that wasn't him. Nights have never held much allure to her until this moment and they'd mostly been quiet with a decided lack of conversation. This is... different. But she can't help smiling anyway, raising one hand to rest at his cheek, more than aware of the stroke of his hand over her thigh.
"There is nothing to forgive. I know... only very little, I confess. But I do want tonight to be something I never forget, not for the rest of our lives."
She flushes at that, fingers tightening around his before her eyes meet his, open and honest, "...I do like it when you call me "my love". I like...holding hands like this."
And this last thing, the boldest thing she's done for a long while as she drops her hand to the one he has on her thigh, "And I would like to know...if I would like your hand between my thighs."
If he wanted to though, her hand faltering a little in pushing his hand. She's the only one who has ever touched herself like that, but if they were being honest and sharing experiences...
His heart skipped a beat, when he heard her agreeing to a marriage that will go well. For a split second he feared that he would get overwhelmed from emotions. The one and only demon from his part had appeared again and the old fear of everything being just a trick was back. Tyrion tried to assure him, that now everything was different, even through his father had his hands in it again.
"I'm glad you think so too". At first he thought, that he wouldn't manage to overact the outside effect of what was troubling him on the inside.
That is a good sign. he mentally noted. I couldn't look at myself, if I would know that I haven't treated her right.
Tyrion laughed heartily at the sweet words of Meiniang "Holding hands is wonderful, that is true. Never really got many opportunities to do it. I'm glad you let me call you 'my love'. Not every woman would be like to receive that nickname from me. Trust me, when I say, that I am not someone who says 'I love you' to every woman."
After what has happened to his first love, he had realized that he shouldn't love another woman because he would never get loved back. With this knowledge in the back of his head, Tyrion Lannister had made his way through life, made a name for himself in a way that was sort of embarrassing for his family (especially his father) until that fateful day, when he had seen his future bride for the first time.
He felt her hand over his, her words were caressing his ear. He glanced down on his hand and up to her face again. "You will find, if that is what you wish for, my love".
In that moment he wished that nature hadn't decided that it he shouldn't grow up like any other man. He would have loved to kiss his wife out of the blue, without asking her to lower her head so he could do just that. But he would proof to her on this night and every single on that would follow, that despite his small statue he knew how to please women.
"Could you please lower your head?" It was visible on his face, that it was hard for him to ask her this question. Part of him feared that this would somehow kill the mood.
He's been nothing but gentle, nothing but kind to her. Some people would tell her it was foolish to have hope. Yet despite how terribly it's always turned out when she's allowed herself to trust and to hope, she still tries. She wants this to go well. She wants to be happy, she wants to make him happy.
And she had managed to make him laugh. That was a good sign, wasn't it? She smiles, lacing their fingers just a touch more firmly and promising herself that if he liked it as much as she did, that they should hold hands as often as they wanted without regard to what anyone else thought. This was, after all, regardless of who had orchestrated it, their marriage and no one else's.
One day she hopes to be able to read him better than she does now, though she doesn't miss that yearning, worrying look on his face as he asks her to lower her head. She's too far, she realizes. But it doesn't kill the soft mood between them, not by a long shot. She refuses to let it.
Her voice lowers as well to make this their moment, inaudible to anyone listening in on the bedding outside, leaning in just a touch, the tip of her nose brushing against his first accidentally and then deliberately.
"Like this?"
This isn't her first kiss by any means, but it will be their first and that along makes it precious. It will be the first and hopefully...the first of many. She blushes pink, hands tightening around his as if she were afraid to let go lest he disappear from her life, "Tyrion..."
Tyrion felt that her grip around his hand tightened, as if she would never want to let him go. It was a wonderful image. Somehow he sensed, that they would be happy on the long sign and would show everyone how happy they were. Tyrion hoped that his father wouldn't believe his eyes, that in the end his son was having a happy marriage, something Tywin Lannister couldn't have wished for. At least that was what Tyrion believed.
In the last years his father had made it clear what he was thinking about his youngest son. He had reached a point in his life where he didn't cared anymore about what his father was thinking about him and the rest of his family. He was old enough to live his own life and since his place at Casterlyrock got denied from him, why not focusing on having a calm life in King's Landing with a loving wife at his side. perhaps one day they would even have children.
Her nose touched his, when she lower her head to destroy the distance between them. "Thank you" he replied with the same tuned down voice before he sealed her lips with his own. In the beginning it was a reserved kiss and it took him a short time to put more emotions in it.
He broke the kiss, smiling at her "The first kiss with someone new is always as if it's your first." With his other hand he stroke over her cheek. "You can't image how happy I am."
Maybe the first kiss with someone you truly love is always kind of awkward. You can't kiss a special woman the way you kiss a whore ... if she let's you do that. He tried to push away the thoughts that were coming to his mind. But deep in his heart he knew that it was the truth he was thinking. True love was something that couldn't happen often in a man's life. Otherwise it wouldn't be special.
The kiss is reserved, though Meiniang does not expect any less. All the kisses she's ever had are reserved, careful things and she's always known that regardless of how much she felt, her last husband had always held himself back.
What she doesn't expect is that it doesn't stay that reserved, and she can't help the thrill that goes through her when he kisses her in the tender way she's always wished for. Meiniang smiles right back in reply, tilting her head into the touch of his hand, turning just enough to brush a kiss to his palm, then to the tip of his thumb,
"I confess...that you are the first new person I have ever kissed."
And maybe it had been a touch awkward, but that did not detract from it, "But... if that was the first... I cannot wait for our second."
Or the third, or however many kisses they'd have from this moment on and into their future, whether they be chaste, gentle things or passionate ones. She wants to kiss him again, she realizes with a warm look in her eyes as she reaches out to rest her hand against his cheek,
"Tyrion... kiss me again?"
Without him asking this time, she leans in to be within his reach once again, her own silent promise that from today on she would help make this relationship work, she would meet him halfway, in all things.
Her smile when he had broken the kiss was the confirmation he had hoped he would receive. Her little kisses were something he had never expired before. Such gentle ways to say that she likes me he thought delighted.
When Tyrion heard her confession about him being the only new person she had kissed, part of him felt ashamed of the amount of women he had been with. He hoped that the sudden guilt he was feeling, wasn't visible on his face. But then he had never dreamed that one day he would be blessed with gorgeous woman who was loving him like he was loving her. This is now the past and can not get changed. All I should do in the future is not bringing up that topic. Sadly I don't have the excuse that this was just my 'young years'.
"I hope that I'm a good first new person" he laughed.
But he got the answer to his question with her next sentence. The slight anticipation for upcoming kisses was something he would gladly fulfill.
His eyes widened when Tyrion felt her hand on his cheek, followed from her wish. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to kiss her again and again. Seldom had he expired that a woman liked it to get kissed from him.
"With pleasure my love". To see her leaning forward without having to ask her to do so, was so unexpected that he couldn't say anything. All he could do was looking into her eyes with a surprised expression on his face.
He met her lips again. This time there was not a hint of shyness in his kiss. He was still holding her hand, tightened his grip around it a bit, as if he wanted to make a promise to her.
The guilt was visible, which is why her grip tightened on his hand. As far as the world was concerned, she should be more guilty for being what was essentially a second-hand wife, given away for not being good enough to keep. They each had pasts they could never change. But she wanted more than anything to be able to move forward from being that young woman who had given someone everything and gotten nothing in return.
She only gets to examine that surprised expression for a moment before he's leaning in to kiss her again and this time there's nothing reserved or tentative about his kiss. It feels like a promise. Not just of passion, but of a life together, of love. And she wants to trust in this. Just once, she wants to trust and have it returned. Which is why with a breath she tilts her head and returns that kiss, mimicking his passion and his gentleness.
Her hand comes to frame his face, fingers pushing carefully into his hair, too aware still that she could do something wrong, something he might not like. She hoped though that one day that would not be the case. She wants to be comfortable with him, to learn to love him. When this kiss ends, she's leaning back in for another, then another.
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Meiniang's life changed with a roll of silk and an official seal in red ink telling her that from now on she had been elevated to "princess" and that she was to do her country the greatest honour.
The alliance itself had been proposed in the early years of the emperor's reign but had not come to fruition until Meiniang had come to court. Beautiful Meiniang, daughter of a courtier, too outspoken, too clever and too talented by half. So when the courtiers had scoffed at the thought of sending a true-blooded princess into what was basically exile, she had been the perfect solution.
But a concubine was not a true princess, was not a maiden.
And Meiniang is acutely aware of that fact from the moment she steps foot onto the continent, from the moment she steps into the hall and is introduced to her new husband in deliberately, patronizingly slow Common Tongue despite the fact that she had already indicated that she could more than speak their language. She first notices his height, then his face. Is Tyrion meant as a slight to her, or is she meant as a slight to him? She didn't know then as she stood before him with a quiet tilt of her head and a stubborn set to her mouth. But she didn't like either option. She'd had no choice, she'd never had a choice. But she'd be damned if she let herself be used like this when she hears a quiet remark to the effect that she was perfect because "what was a concubine but a higher class of whore?"
Her answer had been a look in the direction of the comment, "Then does that not make all of your married women whores, as well?"
At least some of the roughness in stripping her for her bedding stemmed from that, she supposed. But it was worth it anyway, if it meant no one dared call her a whore any longer. Besides, there was something cathartic about no longer having to wear the white of a bride. She felt like a corpse when she wore white.
Never mind that meant she was stepping into the rooms in nothing but her own skin, meeting a husband that she barely knew, standing beside a bed that she knew they were expected to use. Not that it would be any different, she supposed, than when she'd first met the emperor in what felt like a lifetime ago.
If he's looking, even if he isn't, she walks straight-backed and unnafraid though there's no hiding the flush on her cheeks.
"...My lord. Is it to your liking?"
Her, them, this. She could mean any of those things and probably does as she tucks a lock of straight black hair behind her ear.
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Bridget Frostheart | Record of a Fallen Vampire | M/F or F/F
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Tyrion had never thought that one day he would marry again, but this time he wouldn't know the woman who was his future bride. All he knew about her was, that she came from a continent far away. To his relief he heard that she knew the Common Tongue, that would make things easier.
It would have been hard work for both of them to learn a new language. The closer the day came, when he would finally meet her, his worries increased. Tyrion was certain, that the young lady was expecting some dashing son of the House Lannister and not the infamous son of Tywin Lannister, the one nearly no one addressed with his real name but with all sort of insults.
Finally the day had come that they would meet. As good as he could, he tried to hide his nervousness behind good manners. Tyrion had heard that his bride wouldn't be a real high-born lady but secretly he was glad about it. Some painful experiences in the past made him give up on ever receiving real love but he hoped that is wasn't too much to asked for, that perhaps one day she would like him.
The remark came out of the crowd but it would be useless to search for the one who had dropped it. Tyrion heard her reply and noted that she was quick-witted. Sweet child, you will have to face even more hurtful remarks in the future and that just thanks to me. he thought gloomy. He knew how deep words could injure.
He stood next to the bed, looking at the wall, then to his feet and quickly back to the wall. When had been the last time he had been nervous about being a woman? That was something that didn't agreed with being Tyrion Lannister. But he was now a married man and the woman was his bride. They would have to share their lives until they died. She will be disappointed.
The sound of the bedroom door that got opened filled the air. He heard her closing the door and coming closer. He looked over his shoulder to look at her. Her flushed cheeks were giving her a touch of innocence. "You're gorgeous Meiniang."
He gave her a warm smile, reminding himself not stare too much. Slowly he turned around, trying to ignore the feeling of being vulnerable, something he had never felt before while being with a woman). He offered her his hand, to lead her to bed. "Don't be afraid my love. I won't do anything that you don't want."
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But still, hearing him tell her that she's gorgeous does make her blush, eyes dropping and demure for a moment before she looks back at him. "...Thank you. Tyrion."
Because she's noticed that no one really calls him that and surely someone should. She is his wife, after all. She would be sharing a life with him until the end of her days. Or so she hopes, but she's had her share of promises and finds them difficult to trust anymore. Still, hope is a good start.
That smile of his is also a good start. She smiles back, her expression warming as she takes another step so she's standing before him. "I trust you."
Her hand curls softly around his, being told that he wouldn't do anything that she didn't want, being called 'my love' more heart-warming than he realizes. She's not a whore because she's never lain with anyone else but the Emperor. Meiniang's body has only ever been for his pleasure and not for her own, she's no stranger to lying underneath her last husband, his seed deep in her belly while she lay half-way sated and no further. In this respect, she is untouched, pure and untested by any other as she moves to sit on the bed. Their bed. The thought softens her expression her hand squeezing his gently as she draws him close.
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To hear his name without a title made him feel like they were just an ordinary couple and not prince and princess.
"Trust is good. Without trust a marriage can't go well on the long sign." Some may say that he was a man who you should not trust but when it came to women he never broke a promise he made.
He felt her hand around his and his heart was beating faster. For a split second Tyrion had the odd wish to just hold her hand the whole night, even through he couldn't deny that he had been looking forward to the wedding night.
They sat down, when she draws him closer to herself. He looked up to her, reminding himself that this beautiful woman was his and only his. His other hand hesitantly stroke over her upper tight. "You must forgive me, if I give away the impression that I don't really knowing what to do. I want our first time together to become notable, especially for you."
Tyrion knew that if he would be with her like he had been with countless women before, she wouldn't be pleased. He had sworn to care about her in the first place. "Tell me, my love. Is there anything in particular that you like?"
The advantage of being two adults who already have collected experiences is, that you can talk about what you like and what not.
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"...True. And I do want our marriage to go well."
After all, a lack of trust in her is what led Meiniang here in the first place, sitting in their bed and for once heedless of anything that wasn't him. Nights have never held much allure to her until this moment and they'd mostly been quiet with a decided lack of conversation. This is... different. But she can't help smiling anyway, raising one hand to rest at his cheek, more than aware of the stroke of his hand over her thigh.
"There is nothing to forgive. I know... only very little, I confess. But I do want tonight to be something I never forget, not for the rest of our lives."
She flushes at that, fingers tightening around his before her eyes meet his, open and honest, "...I do like it when you call me "my love". I like...holding hands like this."
And this last thing, the boldest thing she's done for a long while as she drops her hand to the one he has on her thigh, "And I would like to know...if I would like your hand between my thighs."
If he wanted to though, her hand faltering a little in pushing his hand. She's the only one who has ever touched herself like that, but if they were being honest and sharing experiences...
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"I'm glad you think so too". At first he thought, that he wouldn't manage to overact the outside effect of what was troubling him on the inside.
That is a good sign. he mentally noted. I couldn't look at myself, if I would know that I haven't treated her right.
Tyrion laughed heartily at the sweet words of Meiniang "Holding hands is wonderful, that is true. Never really got many opportunities to do it. I'm glad you let me call you 'my love'. Not every woman would be like to receive that nickname from me. Trust me, when I say, that I am not someone who says 'I love you' to every woman."
After what has happened to his first love, he had realized that he shouldn't love another woman because he would never get loved back. With this knowledge in the back of his head, Tyrion Lannister had made his way through life, made a name for himself in a way that was sort of embarrassing for his family (especially his father) until that fateful day, when he had seen his future bride for the first time.
He felt her hand over his, her words were caressing his ear. He glanced down on his hand and up to her face again. "You will find, if that is what you wish for, my love".
In that moment he wished that nature hadn't decided that it he shouldn't grow up like any other man. He would have loved to kiss his wife out of the blue, without asking her to lower her head so he could do just that. But he would proof to her on this night and every single on that would follow, that despite his small statue he knew how to please women.
"Could you please lower your head?" It was visible on his face, that it was hard for him to ask her this question. Part of him feared that this would somehow kill the mood.
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And she had managed to make him laugh. That was a good sign, wasn't it? She smiles, lacing their fingers just a touch more firmly and promising herself that if he liked it as much as she did, that they should hold hands as often as they wanted without regard to what anyone else thought. This was, after all, regardless of who had orchestrated it, their marriage and no one else's.
One day she hopes to be able to read him better than she does now, though she doesn't miss that yearning, worrying look on his face as he asks her to lower her head. She's too far, she realizes. But it doesn't kill the soft mood between them, not by a long shot. She refuses to let it.
Her voice lowers as well to make this their moment, inaudible to anyone listening in on the bedding outside, leaning in just a touch, the tip of her nose brushing against his first accidentally and then deliberately.
"Like this?"
This isn't her first kiss by any means, but it will be their first and that along makes it precious. It will be the first and hopefully...the first of many. She blushes pink, hands tightening around his as if she were afraid to let go lest he disappear from her life, "Tyrion..."
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In the last years his father had made it clear what he was thinking about his youngest son. He had reached a point in his life where he didn't cared anymore about what his father was thinking about him and the rest of his family. He was old enough to live his own life and since his place at Casterlyrock got denied from him, why not focusing on having a calm life in King's Landing with a loving wife at his side. perhaps one day they would even have children.
Her nose touched his, when she lower her head to destroy the distance between them. "Thank you" he replied with the same tuned down voice before he sealed her lips with his own. In the beginning it was a reserved kiss and it took him a short time to put more emotions in it.
He broke the kiss, smiling at her "The first kiss with someone new is always as if it's your first." With his other hand he stroke over her cheek. "You can't image how happy I am."
Maybe the first kiss with someone you truly love is always kind of awkward. You can't kiss a special woman the way you kiss a whore ... if she let's you do that. He tried to push away the thoughts that were coming to his mind. But deep in his heart he knew that it was the truth he was thinking. True love was something that couldn't happen often in a man's life. Otherwise it wouldn't be special.
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What she doesn't expect is that it doesn't stay that reserved, and she can't help the thrill that goes through her when he kisses her in the tender way she's always wished for. Meiniang smiles right back in reply, tilting her head into the touch of his hand, turning just enough to brush a kiss to his palm, then to the tip of his thumb,
"I confess...that you are the first new person I have ever kissed."
And maybe it had been a touch awkward, but that did not detract from it, "But... if that was the first... I cannot wait for our second."
Or the third, or however many kisses they'd have from this moment on and into their future, whether they be chaste, gentle things or passionate ones. She wants to kiss him again, she realizes with a warm look in her eyes as she reaches out to rest her hand against his cheek,
"Tyrion... kiss me again?"
Without him asking this time, she leans in to be within his reach once again, her own silent promise that from today on she would help make this relationship work, she would meet him halfway, in all things.
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When Tyrion heard her confession about him being the only new person she had kissed, part of him felt ashamed of the amount of women he had been with. He hoped that the sudden guilt he was feeling, wasn't visible on his face.
But then he had never dreamed that one day he would be blessed with gorgeous woman who was loving him like he was loving her. This is now the past and can not get changed. All I should do in the future is not bringing up that topic. Sadly I don't have the excuse that this was just my 'young years'.
"I hope that I'm a good first new person" he laughed.
But he got the answer to his question with her next sentence. The slight anticipation for upcoming kisses was something he would gladly fulfill.
His eyes widened when Tyrion felt her hand on his cheek, followed from her wish. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to kiss her again and again. Seldom had he expired that a woman liked it to get kissed from him.
"With pleasure my love". To see her leaning forward without having to ask her to do so, was so unexpected that he couldn't say anything. All he could do was looking into her eyes with a surprised expression on his face.
He met her lips again. This time there was not a hint of shyness in his kiss. He was still holding her hand, tightened his grip around it a bit, as if he wanted to make a promise to her.
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She only gets to examine that surprised expression for a moment before he's leaning in to kiss her again and this time there's nothing reserved or tentative about his kiss. It feels like a promise. Not just of passion, but of a life together, of love. And she wants to trust in this. Just once, she wants to trust and have it returned. Which is why with a breath she tilts her head and returns that kiss, mimicking his passion and his gentleness.
Her hand comes to frame his face, fingers pushing carefully into his hair, too aware still that she could do something wrong, something he might not like. She hoped though that one day that would not be the case. She wants to be comfortable with him, to learn to love him. When this kiss ends, she's leaning back in for another, then another.