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A little angsty oneshot for you people. I really need to read the books again.
I remember the last time you kissed me.
George was… well, wherever he was at the time. Thayet was visiting relatives. We were alone, for the first time in weeks. So we were talking, laughing about the old days.
Just us.
The old days that only we would remember.
I was blissfully happy in those days. Three months with child, my first with the man I loved more than life itself. I wasn't drinking. You were.
Drunk, in two hours. No idea what you were drinking, but it was clearly strong stuff.
Somehow, we got onto the hard stuff, the topics we usually avoid. Your backstabbing cousin Roger, who tried to kill us all, and suceeded in murdering your mother. We talked about your father… his death, to be precise. It wasn't an accident. He couldn't live without her. So he didn't try.
You cried. More than you would if you were sober. But I guess you needed to. And I comforted you, as any friend should, as Thayet would've if she were there. If you'dve had a sister, then she would have held you the way I did then. It was safe. Innocent. Sweet.
We were never like that.
Eventually you stopped. You looked at me, and I knew that whatever had happened between us, we would always love eachother, just not in the same way we did once. I've said it before, and if I'd thought you would remember, I would've said it again; We were both married to the right people and we were happier with them than we would have been together.
And then you kissed me. And it was gentle, so soft, and I remembered all the times we'd kissed before. It wasn't wrong, because it meant nothing to us, and tomorrow you wouldn't even remember, and I would act like it never happened, and everything would be fine.
And do you know what? Maybe someday, when you're not drunk and I'm not pregnant we'll talk about what happened, talk about why I said no, and why you left me in the desert like you did. And then, it really will be fine.
George came home that night. He took one look at me, and I could tell he knew. Knew what we'd done.
You can't lie to someone with the Sight.
"How was Jon?" His face and voice were calm.
"Drunk." I told him. I was scared. Scared he'd hate me. Silly, really. George sat on our bed, and pulled me down onto his lap. He kissed my face and smoothed my hair as I let out those last few tears.
He spoke only once. "Is it over now, lass? Truly?"
I looked straight into his eyes then. I swore to myself in that moment that I would NEVER hurt him again. With that thought in my mind, I kissed him and replied.
"Yes. It's all over now. All over.
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