Title: Unsteady
Author: untapdtreasure
Rated: K+
Summary: He was changing the game.
A/N: written for the prompt unsteady.
Her feet were steady as she made her way from her darkened cell. She was barefoot and barely made a sound. It had been this way for weeks now. She'd slip silently into his cell after he'd come back from his watch duty. She'd slip quietly into his bed just as he pulled the covers back for her.
But tonight, he hadn't been in bed. She'd waited the same amount of time as she always had. But tonight, he was standing just inside his cell. His shirt was undone, exposing his chest to her in the moonlight.
She faltered. Her feet were unsteady for the first time in as long as she could remember. He was changing the rules. Changing the game. Her lips parted, ready to speak when he simply placed a finger against her lips and shook his head.
He leaned forward, replacing his finger with his lips.