For Lost Time
Chapter 7: The Morning Cometh
Bran's warmth shifts beside me, waking me from my sleep. I crack a bleary eye and glance about the darkened bedroom. Between the cracks in the shutters I can see the morning light streaming through, casting long lines across the room. Feeling the need to stretch I try to shuffle out of bed, only to be stopped by Bran's arms locking around my belly, pulling me back into his warmth.
A smirk crosses my face as I look over at Bran as he presses himself closer. Instantly the memories of the night before flash through my mind, bringing a flush of red to my cheeks. I made love to Bran Stark. My chest is filled with a radiating joy. As if to check I was not misremembering, I lift the blanket slightly to see if I am still naked. I am; we definitely made love.
I feel deep ache of fulfillment from within as I turn slightly in Bran's arms to look upon his face; it's always so peaceful when he sleeps. Without his worries or any dangers to distract him, he looks calm and sweet. My eyes traces over his soft lips. I always described his lips as soft, but I can now say so with a prideful certainty. More pride fills me as I recall his lips latched onto my nipple and his tongue laving against my breast. Feeling the need to recall the sensation, I bring my hand up and press at my cold-hardened nipple.
Leaning over I flutter my lips along Bran's cheek with a feather-light touch. A deep inhale through my nose fills my mind with my lover's unique scent, twisting my self control into knots. Bran's eyes flutter slightly as he continues to dream despite my lips. I wonder if he's dreaming of me. Pressing more insistently, my lips now work over Bran's nose down to his lips. I feel a languid smile grace Bran's face under my lips as I drop slow kisses against his provably soft lips.
"Meera" whispers Bran sleepily between kisses. I watch his eye creak open, affording me a look into his loving brown eyes.
"Good morning my Prince" I say in a soft bedroom whisper. Before I can ask him how he slept Bran pounces upwards and steals my lips for his own. My shock quickly wears off and I begin to move my lips against his in a slow relaxed rhythm. None of our usual intensity enters this kiss, but somehow it feels more meaningful. I suppose this is the kiss of lovers, content and well fucked. A frown crosses my face for a moment as I wonder what my mother would think of my language.
I twist my body around, leaning further over Bran as we trade wet lazy kisses. Without warning I feel Bran's hand trail from my side across my belly and down over my womanly mound. I muffle a moan against Bran's lips as his thumb rubs gently up and down my nether lips.
"Mmm" I hum in lazy approval, breaking our kiss.
"Good morning" Bran finally answers as his finger prods at my nub of pleasure, dragging a sigh from my lips.
"Is this how it's going to be each morning? I wake you up and you fondle me?" I ask humorously.
"Do you want me to stop?" Bran asks, his hand halting its ministrations.
"Gods no" I whisper grinding my hips downwards against his hand. Between my legs I feel the dull ache from the loss of my maidenhead the night before, but the slow waves of pleasure from Bran's hand help me ignore it. Bran's fingers slide up and down between my folds as his thumb rubs slow soothing circles against my nub. I moan blissfully as I lose the strength to hold myself up and flop down against Bran's shoulder.
"Your cunt is so soft" whispers Bran against my ear, shocking me at his use of a vulgarity.
"Whe—where did you learn that word" I ask between moans.
"Older brothers" says Bran evenly as his other hand wraps around my neck. Bran's fingers twitch against the insides of my folds as his thumb continues working my nub. I feel a tight bubble of pleasure growing inside of me, waiting for its moment to burst.
"More" I whimper, pleading as I rock my hips against his hand. "Please" I beg, feeling my end approaching. Bran's hand speeds up and I feel my lungs burning with lack of air. My moans and gasps fill the room as Bran's hand continues tormenting me with blissful sensations. The scandalous sound of squelching and slicking echoes through the room as my lovers hand works me over.
"Are you going to come?" asks Bran in a husky voice. I nod frantically against his shoulder; silently pleading he pushes me ever closer to the fast approaching edge of an intense climax. As if to torment me Bran's hand slips away just as I feel close to cresting my peak. I half raise my head to protest, but Bran just smirks at me as his hand dives back between my legs and pinches my nub. The mix of pain and pleasure slams through me as I moan wantonly and feel myself fall off the edge and into bliss.
My body bucks and jolts with the shock of climaxing and I drop my head against Bran's shoulder limply. My vision sparkles with bursts of white, while Bran's hand rests possessively against my mound. His other hand strokes gently down my back, leaving pleasant tingles in its wake. Distantly I hear Bran making soothing hushing noises as I feel the waves of my pleasure recede. Bran's hand slowly detaches itself from my womanhood and grips onto my hip, holding me against him tightly.
"So... do you not wish me to fondle you each morning?" asks Bran in a smug voice. Feeling he has earned his smugness I lean myself forward and press a sloppy wet kiss to his lips.
"I wasn't truly complaining" I say, trying to defend myself while still partly senseless from climax. Silence fills the room as my breathing returns to normal, and my mind regains the capacity for rational argument. "I was merely asking if we were starting a new ritual".
"It's a good ritual" whispers Bran with a warm smile. I lean my cheek against Bran's chest and let the relaxation sink into my bones. Out the corner of my eyes I spot the untouched food platter from last night and let out a groan. "What's wrong?" asks Bran.
"Food platter" I mutter grumpily, reminding him.
"Oh" groans Bran as he eyes the wooden platter with irritation. By time everyone breaks fast, the whole castle will know that Bran and I made love last night.
"We could just have the cold food for our morning meal?" I suggest as a way to avoid the castle occupants this morning.
"They'll still know" mutters Bran, rubbing his palm against his eye in frustration, "might as well get it out of the way sooner". I hate that he's right. It won't change whether we leave our room now or next week, we'll still be the source of some saucy jokes and scolding reprimands. I roll to the side as Bran makes to sit up and make ready for the long day ahead. As the blanket shifts I notice the bulge of his cock. I sit myself up with a wicked smirk as thoughts of vengeance fill my mind.
"Wait" I say pushing him back to the pillows with a palm on his chest. "It won't do for a Prince to walk around Winterfell with a hard cock" I say with a teasing grin. "Rumours of my inadequacy would begin to spread".
"Meera, It'll go down in time—" says Bran rolling his eyes.
"I cannot risk it" I interrupt with a mask of seriousness, "my pride is at stake". Without any grace I fling back the blanket and expose Bran's cock to the morning chill. Reaching out eagerly I wrap my fingers tightly around his manhood and listen with satisfaction at Bran's groan of delight. This must be the best revenge ever enacted upon my Prince. With a lusty smile I begin pumping my fist up and down over his cock.
I watch as Bran's head rolls back and his jaw goes slack as he lets out gasps and grunts in time with my pumping. The same dampness from last evening begins to slick out from his cockhead aiding me in my efforts. I wonder if men get slick like women do. A rush of womanly power fills me as I stroke in even longer strokes. I lean in and press a hot wet kiss over his cold-hardened nipple.
"Meera" grunts Bran. "I'm going— I'm going to come" he stutters out as his hips buck weakly into my hand. I lean back and watch the expression of torturous pleasure cross his face. I watch with immense satisfaction at the noises and expressions I am causing in my lover.
"Come for me Bran" I whisper, kneeling next to him. Bran's eyes spring open and he stares into my own eyes desperately as the indecent slicking sounds of my pumping hand fill the room. Between his groans I see Bran trying to form words with his mouth, but none reach my ears. I tighten my grip on his cock, pumping him mercilessly.
With a final yell, Bran's hips bucks up and he comes, releasing as his seed in twitching spurts. I keep stroking his cock, my hand becoming slick with seed as Bran groans and his body shudders and writhes. I watch an errant spurt of seed arc through the air and land on my belly. I notice Bran biting at his lip as I slow my hand and ease off my grip.
"Bran?" I ask quietly.
"Mmm?" he hums weakly as I gingerly release his cock and examine my seed slick hand.
"Are you alright?" I ask as his breathing begins becoming more even.
"Yeah" he says weakly. I look around for the washcloth from the night before but I can't find it. I grin as I see my smallclothes still tangled around my ankle from last night. I take my smallclothes and wipe away the bulk of Bran's seed from my hand, before wiping away the small splatter that landed on my belly. "It's a very good ritual" says Bran pleasure wracked voice.
"Definitely" I agree as I lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Bran's lips work softly against my own as I throw aside the seed-soiled smallclothes. I pull back and smile down at Bran. Even if the jokes and scolding's are the price we pay for evenings and morning filled with love making; it will be worth it.
"We ought to go face everyone" says Bran with a sigh.
"I suppose" I agree, rolling out of the bed and making my way to the wardrobe. I throw open the intricately carved wooden doors and seek out some clothes for the new day. "Do you regret that we didn't wait?" I ask Bran, handing him a bundle of clothes.
"No. I love you, and didn't want to wait" says Bran firmly as he sits up and separates his underclothes from his tunic and breeches.
"I couldn't wait either" I admit as I step into a clean set of smallclothes. "No sense waiting, after everything that happened". A silence fills the room as I stand half naked before Bran, each of us with a somber expression.
"Will you marry me?" asks Bran suddenly.
"Yes" I say easily.
AN: Any ideas how to write myself out of this corner? No? Me either...
