Fallout
"He needs a companion, Ava" Tyrion pestered.
"Yes, because it's always been my dream to marry King Scumbag. Especially when it means breaking a betrothal to Lord Bran Stark of Winterfell. "Ava spat sarcastically.
"You're marrying Joffrey?" Bran was disgusted. "I gave you everything. Does that mean nothing to you, Ava?" He turned away from her, hopeless. He loved her with all his heart. How could she do this to him? Tears spilled from his eyes. He slowly limped away from her. Somehow the royal healer had healed his back to a point where he could maneuver on crutches. Ava jumped up.
"Bran! Please! Come back" She flew out the door, crying. She cornered him by the steps. "Bran, I'm not marrying him or anyone other than you. I love you, Bran. And very soon I won't be Ava Royce, I'll be Ava Stark. Remember that, Bran. "She brushed some hair out of his eyes. He pulled Ava closer to him.
"I may not be able to fuck properly, but I can still jump your bones, Beautiful." Bran imposed heavily. Ava smiled.
"Can you not wait 2 months, or are you just too horny?" Ava teased. He pulled her so close she could feel the extension.
"Just too horny, love." She could feel his lips assaulting her neck aggressively. He needed to get it. A small moan escaped her lips. Catelyn's voice extruded from the lower wing.
"Bran, Ava. 2 months" She reminded them. Bran exhaled. He kissed her hard on the lips before sighing and placing a hand on her shoulder. His hand began to slide down towards her chest. Surprisingly she didn't object. Just let his hand explore. A hard groan escaped her lips. His hand ventured into unfamiliar territory, causing her back to arch enticingly. He was probably feeling her up, but she didn't care. His hand found itself between her legs, pleasuring her far beyond the previous touching.
"Bran…..Ooh." Her breathing became laboured, telling him she enjoyed this. Her hot juices soon flowed into his hand as she released, throwing her head back and moaning loudly. Tyrion's voice caused him to rip his fingers out and stick them in his mouth.
"What in the seven hells are you two doing?" Tyrion came out and asked. Bran sucked the juices off his fingers.
"Nothing. Just got a splinter. No big deal Tyrion. No need to call mother." Bran covered. The sweet salty taste of her juices lingered in his mouth.
"Keep your fingers clean until the wedding Lord Stark. " Tyrion said, indicating that he knew Bran had been fingering her seconds before hand. Bran nodded, Ava exhaled. Despite almost being caught, she really wanted to do it again. And again and again and again. There was no denying it. Bran Stark, her fiancé, had magic fingers. And if his fingers were that good, she wanted the rest of him inside her.