[ Once, Daario had tossed a head at her feet, before seizing her into a kiss for all the world to see. She had known then, as she does now, that to be open with her affection is not fitting for a queen. It takes her a moment to realize what was asked; then, she sighs, her lashes fluttering closed at the feel of lips upon her cheek. ]
No, [ she admits breathily. Imprudent it may be, but she cannot care now. There is something exciting about the secrecy. ] Chase them faster.
[ Emboldened, she turns her head and cups the nape of Loki's neck gently, her fingers tangling into black tresses. Her lashes ghosting over the goddess' cheek, the tip of her nose brushing daintily over impossibly smooth skin, she begins to trail slow kisses with swollen lips along her jaw, eagerly tender. Dany doesn't wish to think about herself.
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No, [ she admits breathily. Imprudent it may be, but she cannot care now. There is something exciting about the secrecy. ] Chase them faster.
[ Emboldened, she turns her head and cups the nape of Loki's neck gently, her fingers tangling into black tresses. Her lashes ghosting over the goddess' cheek, the tip of her nose brushing daintily over impossibly smooth skin, she begins to trail slow kisses with swollen lips along her jaw, eagerly tender. Dany doesn't wish to think about herself.
She doesn't wish to think at all. ]