[Robb is not sure what to make of her response. Would he pass for 'sexy' or not? Should he change his clothes? Turning is no option, it would be rude to ignore a request of a lady.]
No, these are my leather breeches. I rather do not wear those pants.
[The smile around his lips is an apologetic one.]
Heh, I do not have to look modern to be looking good, not?
I'm going to get you in those pants, though. [She points at him, eyebrows raising as she laughs at her error and making a noncommittal noise at his question. Yes he looks good, but she already dumped far too many compliments on him for the short time they've been standing here.] I'd like to see how they look.
[Her head shakes again, bouncing her loose hair about her shoulders as she smiles. She hadn't suggested he was unattractive in the slightest, so she feels zero need to apologize.] Shall we?
Nah, I do not think so. [Robb shakes his head firmly, showing her exactly how stubborn he can be.] They look like breeches, but with buttons where the laces are. It is not a special sight, my lady.
[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]
Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.
Mhm. [Sheva may just be just as stubborn, especially since he's made it a challenge.] Except maybe I think different since I am the one enjoying the view.
[Stepping outside her door, she shuts it and locks it before smoothly tucking the key into a front pocket and taking his arm. There are some courtesies that she enjoys, this is one of them.]
About the place we're going or the types of dances I'll be teaching you? [There's a devious note to her gaze as they walk. Maybe she wants to keep an element of surprise.]
Breeches or pants, it would not change the view. [It is odd to say but he is getting used at women glancing at his crotch. It seems an important part of everything. It could be that in modern times women cared more for the size of a man's cock.]
Both. [He smiles when she looks at him with a mischievous sort of look in her eyes.] I have a hard time imagining how these modern dances are.
[Quite the opposite of the ones he knows of, he is sure about that.]
It's more about the challenge now than the view. [She murmurs softly, leaning against him as they walk down the stairs. The help he provides isn't necessary, but he seems like the type that would enjoy helping out a lady with such things.]
Well, the music will be loud. There will be a bar, a nice selection of seating areas, and a couple of dance floors. The dances will fit the music, and we will be quite close to one another. [And he may still have a hard time with these modern dances, but she kind of expects this as a result.] Think you can handle that?
Am I a challenge to you? [Robb's smile is a suprised and amused one. She is trying to charm him, he knows that and he wonders why he keeps on pretending to be oblivious to that.]
I have danced close with women once or twice. [During the harvest feasts, during the moments where high lords sent their daughters to Winterfell in the hope that Eddard Stark would promise his oldest son to them.] And I would like something to drink before you teach me.
[He guides her through the streets and it is obvious that they need to be at that place there, where the music can be heard outside and where said music does not sound like proper music. More like drums and bips and bops.]
Your pants are a challenge to me. [She counters playfully, not really seeing him as a conquest or challenge per say.] You're a friend, not a challenge. [Difficult at times sure, but she enjoys his company and cares about his well being here.]
Not like this. I promise. [At his request, Sheva nods and slips her hand down to his before wrapping it around her waist and leaving it there with a happy hum as they approach the door.] A drink would be nice.
[Robb laughs at that.] I take it a modern lady like you has never seen a pair of breeches, no? [And then the laughter becomes a broad smile.] I consider you my friend as well.
[The change in closeness is not something he minds. He has held hands with Anna and Verity and his hand rests gently against her side.] You do not know how close Westerosi dances can get. So how can you say that? [The tone of his voice is playful.]
Aye. And I doubt if those noises can be considered music.
Not until I came here. [It surprises her that the closeness doesn't bother him, pleasantly even. She handles the line easily, ushering them past security with a polite, but knowing, smile.
Sheva finds it even more pleasing that they've fallen into comfortable bantering, teasing and testing the waters as she led them both to the bar.] Call it an educated guess. Will you show me those if mine aren't close enough for your liking?
It's a different sort of music. [But she'd consider it music. Drums were great to move ones body to after all.] What would you like to drink? [She'll order herself a whiskey and ginger, then whatever he wishes while passing the bartender a card and telling him to start a tab.]
I thought that much. [He is chuckling now, hiding his nervosity very well. Robb has always been taught how to be polite and a hand on her side isn't a very serious thing. Not as serious as holding Anna's hand has been to him.]
Of course. Even though I do not think this would be a fitting place for Westerosi dances. Some involve a lot of singing and clapping.
[When entering the place his eyes grow large and his ears have a bit of trouble with accepting all of this. It are sounds, and somewhere there is a melody, but this is not what he is used to. And the people... A frown grows on his face while Sheva guides him to the bar.]
Same for me. [He nods at the innkeeper before he moves to sit on one of the stools to look around him.] They sure seem to have fun...
[The loud music isn't her favorite thing either, but the crowded atmosphere helps sell the dance. It's difficult to hear him, so she leans close, stepping between his knees and putting a hand on either thigh near his knees. Sheva smiles in slight apology.] I don't go to these places often. The lights, the noise... [She swallows, a flash of battle causing her to close her eyes briefly, opening them again seconds later.] And the people are sometimes too much.
[Liquor helps, but mostly it's being there with someone else that distracts her well enough. The point is that she's not going to make him stay here all night. Just enough so that they have a few drinks and then dance for a while at least. She promised that she'd show him how.] I told you that the dances were close.
[Thankfully, the drinks are here and she holds hers up as a request to clink glasses.] To friends and trying new things.
[This is not a feast and not even close to the welcome parties close to the beach. He had to become real drunk to even try this. It would mean trouble inside his breeches. Robb has poor self-control regarding that.
When her hands slide over his knees he shifts a little but does not move away. He smiles instead.] It is quite...a lot. [He does not like the way the light flicker in such a fast way.] They are...are you really planning to move against me in such a way?
[He takes the glass and sips on it. It is something stronger than ale. Or Dornish red, for that matter.]
Aye, to friends and modern dances.
[After those words he takes a larger sip and, gods, does it burn down his throat.]
Let me know if it's really too much. [He's not from a time where there are bombs and gunfire, so while the flashes are likely annoying, they aren't going to trigger a flashback. They luckily haven't yet for her. She's hoping to keep it that way.
Her fingers trace shapes over the leather of his breeches as he asks that question. Sheva smiles, trying not to smirk too much.] Yes. That's the dance. [A brief pause.] Do you think you'll be blushing like a maid? [Among other, more obvious results to such a friction-filled encounter.
The toast leads to her taking a drink, and it's obvious that she's used to the liquor. There's not much of a face, or any sort of cough. When she's finished, she sets her drink back onto the bar.] What do you think?
[Robb looks at her and smiles a little.] Of course I will. [He would not want any trouble inside his breeches and he would not want to burden her with said trouble.]
That is not much of a dance, I have to say. [Robb glances at a couple doing it, hips grinding into eachother as if they were bedding one another.] I will try not to. [He sips his drink once more and squints his eyes a little afterwards.]
It is quite strong. Better than the ale they serve here. I wish to have another.
[He receives a thoughtful, quiet gaze at his answer, and to test his comfort a little more, she steps closely between his legs. She'll decide if something's trouble to her or not.]
No, it's not. [Is he surprised that she agrees? She knows that this dancing has a strong sexual basis, but it's not all so close. She won't start so close so fast.] But it will teach you to move your hips. [And maybe keep some awkward boners from popping up so often.
It's liquor. [It's an agreement of sorts. She motions to the bartender for another round as she catches herself up.] What are you used to drinking? We dance after this next one, by the way.
[Robb shifts a little more when she comes closer. It could be that she is testing him.] I am quite a good dancer. [The laugh that comes from his mouth is soft and very awkward.] I do not think that moving my hips will be a problem. [Even though Westerosi dances are quite more of hops than hips.]
Like strongwine? [He puts the emptied glass next to him, quite amazed at the fact that he downed that quite fast.] Ale. Dornish reds. [And mostly just a little bit of it, while his men got into their cups, Robb preferred to have his head clear.]
Aye. [He moves to straighten his shirt a little, still blinking a little from all the flashing lights] Are you used to drinking these ones?
[There's a bit of push to get a feel for his experience or interest by his reaction, but she's also working out how comfortable she is with him. Her smile at his affirmation is pleasant, but it's obvious she's going to wait for a show of talents before she agrees or disagrees on that statement. Though what he says next has her thoughtful.] Have you been with a woman intimately before?
[Way to drop a bomb Sheva. Good news though, the second round has arrived.] I'm used to drinking this or beer, but I don't drink until I lose control. I like to keep my wits with my job.
[Oh...ah. Well, he has been with Anna. And he has kissed her and touched her hair all up to the point it made him pleasantly dizzy. And maybe also a bit dizzy inside his breeches.]
I have not bedded one, no. But I have kissed them. [Robb smiles a little.] It has been pleasant.
[He nods and picks up the glass.] Aye, same for me. Men would not want to listen to a king who is in his cups all the bloody time, not?
[Dizzy can be a goal, just so long as it doesn't end in toilet hugging or passing out. Dizzy in the breeches is okay. Sheva smiles at his reply, nodding seriously.]
You do know that a woman's pleasure should be first, that there are more ways to please a woman than with what's stirring in your breeches. [Her hand rubs up and down his leg, expression nonchalant as she sips from her drink again.]
You're a king? [Her eyebrow raises. Well this is news.]
[Robb nods shyly. He knows of that. At least, vaguely. Sort of.]
I would never put my needs above hers. [That he does know. When loving a woman he should treat her as his equal.] My brains do not belong inside my cock. [But sometimes they do and it are those moments where he sneaks a hand between his own legs to relief him of such a thing.]
Aye. [He nods deeply but does not give further explanation. It is always a bit of a touchy matter to him, especially here, where his crown absolutely does not matter.] It matters not.
[Oh he's adorable and extremely inexperienced, but her eyebrows perk upwards when he drops the c-word in reference to his equipment. She chuckles at that, sipping at her drink.]
But sometimes it takes a lengthy vacation there I'm certain. [Out of devious curiosity, her free hand smooths up further on his thigh, becoming dangerously close to said cock in said breeches. So she assumes, at least.]
I do wish to marry for love, even though I know that might not ever be.
[The words are spoken softly and they are completely out of place in a place like this. Where people dance like that to music like this. After a soft chuckle he takes a large sip from his glass.]
Well, I... [He pauses briefly when she slides a hand closer to his crotcharea.] ...any man has his urges. [A firm nod follows after those words.]
You have my thanks for that.
[It is odd. His crown is quite important to him, yet he does not want it to be important here.]
I never expected myself to marry. My job is too dangerous and I have... Had no reason to really attach to someone romantically.
[Even though they're out of place, they're honest and she can't help but set her drink down and carefully smooth her fingertips through his curly hair, making certain not to dishevel it too much. It's meant to be comforting.] I understand duty.
[Sheva also understands teasing, which is why her hand is toeing the line of inappropriate.]
Let us dance and forget about home for a couple of hours.
[Not that they ever could forget, but she's trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
That is past tense. [He looks up, both eyebrows raised.] Have you found someone to love? [If so, they should not be doing this. To dance in such an intimate way. It would only fuel flames that should not be fueled. But then there is the fact that he is getting pleasantly drunk. That this is definitely way more stronger than any sort of strongwine. He reaches out to sip at the last bit in his glass.]
Sometimes I wish I could choose love instead.
[It is a heartfelt confession. He is very aware of his duties as a young lord, as a king. He could never make the choices that would benefit him. He always had to think about everyone else. His men, his lady mother, the North.] I am betrothed to another. A young maid I do not know anything of, only her name.
[When he feels fingers moving through his hair he stiffens a little but he still is not really moving away. It must be trust.]
Aye, let us do so.
[But to be fair the world is spinning a little when he slides off his stool.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:17 pm (UTC)No, these are my leather breeches. I rather do not wear those pants.
[The smile around his lips is an apologetic one.]
Heh, I do not have to look modern to be looking good, not?
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:28 pm (UTC)[Her head shakes again, bouncing her loose hair about her shoulders as she smiles. She hadn't suggested he was unattractive in the slightest, so she feels zero need to apologize.] Shall we?
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:33 pm (UTC)[Robb nods at her question and offers her his arm. Common courtesy, mostly belonging to the days of old.]
Aye. [He turns halfway.] Tell me what I can expect when we walk.
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:38 pm (UTC)[Stepping outside her door, she shuts it and locks it before smoothly tucking the key into a front pocket and taking his arm. There are some courtesies that she enjoys, this is one of them.]
About the place we're going or the types of dances I'll be teaching you? [There's a devious note to her gaze as they walk. Maybe she wants to keep an element of surprise.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 03:48 pm (UTC)Both. [He smiles when she looks at him with a mischievous sort of look in her eyes.] I have a hard time imagining how these modern dances are.
[Quite the opposite of the ones he knows of, he is sure about that.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:01 pm (UTC)Well, the music will be loud. There will be a bar, a nice selection of seating areas, and a couple of dance floors. The dances will fit the music, and we will be quite close to one another. [And he may still have a hard time with these modern dances, but she kind of expects this as a result.] Think you can handle that?
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:16 pm (UTC)I have danced close with women once or twice. [During the harvest feasts, during the moments where high lords sent their daughters to Winterfell in the hope that Eddard Stark would promise his oldest son to them.] And I would like something to drink before you teach me.
[He guides her through the streets and it is obvious that they need to be at that place there, where the music can be heard outside and where said music does not sound like proper music. More like drums and bips and bops.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 04:28 pm (UTC)Not like this. I promise. [At his request, Sheva nods and slips her hand down to his before wrapping it around her waist and leaving it there with a happy hum as they approach the door.] A drink would be nice.
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Date: 2015-05-15 05:11 pm (UTC)[The change in closeness is not something he minds. He has held hands with Anna and Verity and his hand rests gently against her side.] You do not know how close Westerosi dances can get. So how can you say that? [The tone of his voice is playful.]
Aye. And I doubt if those noises can be considered music.
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Date: 2015-05-15 05:56 pm (UTC)Sheva finds it even more pleasing that they've fallen into comfortable bantering, teasing and testing the waters as she led them both to the bar.] Call it an educated guess. Will you show me those if mine aren't close enough for your liking?
It's a different sort of music. [But she'd consider it music. Drums were great to move ones body to after all.] What would you like to drink? [She'll order herself a whiskey and ginger, then whatever he wishes while passing the bartender a card and telling him to start a tab.]
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Date: 2015-05-15 06:32 pm (UTC)Of course. Even though I do not think this would be a fitting place for Westerosi dances. Some involve a lot of singing and clapping.
[When entering the place his eyes grow large and his ears have a bit of trouble with accepting all of this. It are sounds, and somewhere there is a melody, but this is not what he is used to. And the people... A frown grows on his face while Sheva guides him to the bar.]
Same for me. [He nods at the innkeeper before he moves to sit on one of the stools to look around him.] They sure seem to have fun...
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Date: 2015-05-15 06:45 pm (UTC)[Liquor helps, but mostly it's being there with someone else that distracts her well enough. The point is that she's not going to make him stay here all night. Just enough so that they have a few drinks and then dance for a while at least. She promised that she'd show him how.] I told you that the dances were close.
[Thankfully, the drinks are here and she holds hers up as a request to clink glasses.] To friends and trying new things.
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Date: 2015-05-16 09:13 pm (UTC)When her hands slide over his knees he shifts a little but does not move away. He smiles instead.] It is quite...a lot. [He does not like the way the light flicker in such a fast way.] They are...are you really planning to move against me in such a way?
[He takes the glass and sips on it. It is something stronger than ale. Or Dornish red, for that matter.]
Aye, to friends and modern dances.
[After those words he takes a larger sip and, gods, does it burn down his throat.]
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Date: 2015-05-17 03:19 am (UTC)Her fingers trace shapes over the leather of his breeches as he asks that question. Sheva smiles, trying not to smirk too much.] Yes. That's the dance. [A brief pause.] Do you think you'll be blushing like a maid? [Among other, more obvious results to such a friction-filled encounter.
The toast leads to her taking a drink, and it's obvious that she's used to the liquor. There's not much of a face, or any sort of cough. When she's finished, she sets her drink back onto the bar.] What do you think?
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Date: 2015-05-17 09:02 am (UTC)That is not much of a dance, I have to say. [Robb glances at a couple doing it, hips grinding into eachother as if they were bedding one another.] I will try not to. [He sips his drink once more and squints his eyes a little afterwards.]
It is quite strong. Better than the ale they serve here. I wish to have another.
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Date: 2015-05-17 02:15 pm (UTC)No, it's not. [Is he surprised that she agrees? She knows that this dancing has a strong sexual basis, but it's not all so close. She won't start so close so fast.] But it will teach you to move your hips. [And maybe keep some awkward boners from popping up so often.
It's liquor. [It's an agreement of sorts. She motions to the bartender for another round as she catches herself up.] What are you used to drinking? We dance after this next one, by the way.
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Date: 2015-05-17 05:55 pm (UTC)Like strongwine? [He puts the emptied glass next to him, quite amazed at the fact that he downed that quite fast.] Ale. Dornish reds. [And mostly just a little bit of it, while his men got into their cups, Robb preferred to have his head clear.]
Aye. [He moves to straighten his shirt a little, still blinking a little from all the flashing lights] Are you used to drinking these ones?
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Date: 2015-05-18 06:51 pm (UTC)[Way to drop a bomb Sheva. Good news though, the second round has arrived.] I'm used to drinking this or beer, but I don't drink until I lose control. I like to keep my wits with my job.
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Date: 2015-05-20 08:59 pm (UTC)I have not bedded one, no. But I have kissed them. [Robb smiles a little.] It has been pleasant.
[He nods and picks up the glass.] Aye, same for me. Men would not want to listen to a king who is in his cups all the bloody time, not?
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Date: 2015-05-21 02:40 pm (UTC)You do know that a woman's pleasure should be first, that there are more ways to please a woman than with what's stirring in your breeches. [Her hand rubs up and down his leg, expression nonchalant as she sips from her drink again.]
You're a king? [Her eyebrow raises. Well this is news.]
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:17 pm (UTC)I would never put my needs above hers. [That he does know. When loving a woman he should treat her as his equal.] My brains do not belong inside my cock. [But sometimes they do and it are those moments where he sneaks a hand between his own legs to relief him of such a thing.]
Aye. [He nods deeply but does not give further explanation. It is always a bit of a touchy matter to him, especially here, where his crown absolutely does not matter.] It matters not.
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Date: 2015-05-28 01:47 pm (UTC)[Oh he's adorable and extremely inexperienced, but her eyebrows perk upwards when he drops the c-word in reference to his equipment. She chuckles at that, sipping at her drink.]
But sometimes it takes a lengthy vacation there I'm certain. [Out of devious curiosity, her free hand smooths up further on his thigh, becoming dangerously close to said cock in said breeches. So she assumes, at least.]
Then I won't mention it again.
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Date: 2015-05-31 05:44 pm (UTC)[The words are spoken softly and they are completely out of place in a place like this. Where people dance like that to music like this. After a soft chuckle he takes a large sip from his glass.]
Well, I... [He pauses briefly when she slides a hand closer to his crotcharea.] ...any man has his urges. [A firm nod follows after those words.]
You have my thanks for that.
[It is odd. His crown is quite important to him, yet he does not want it to be important here.]
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Date: 2015-06-02 09:39 pm (UTC)[Even though they're out of place, they're honest and she can't help but set her drink down and carefully smooth her fingertips through his curly hair, making certain not to dishevel it too much. It's meant to be comforting.] I understand duty.
[Sheva also understands teasing, which is why her hand is toeing the line of inappropriate.]
Let us dance and forget about home for a couple of hours.
[Not that they ever could forget, but she's trying to lighten the mood a bit.]
And you're welcome.
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Date: 2015-06-03 04:39 pm (UTC)Sometimes I wish I could choose love instead.
[It is a heartfelt confession. He is very aware of his duties as a young lord, as a king. He could never make the choices that would benefit him. He always had to think about everyone else. His men, his lady mother, the North.] I am betrothed to another. A young maid I do not know anything of, only her name.
[When he feels fingers moving through his hair he stiffens a little but he still is not really moving away. It must be trust.]
Aye, let us do so.
[But to be fair the world is spinning a little when he slides off his stool.]
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