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whiskeycoffee2008-12-16 06:54 pm
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"Cold" (A Song of Ice and Fire, Ned Stark/Ashara Dayne, 1/1)
Title: Cold
Author: m.jules
Rating: R
Notes: Written 02/11/08 for a prompt by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shantih.
Somehow, she had expected his hands to be as cold as the land he called home, not blazing embers scattering across her skin. She hadn't expected his eyes to burn as hot as his fingers did, hadn't known his mouth would be fire on her own.
As the night wore on, he spoke less, his words fewer and more carefully chosen. When morning came, his skin was warm against her, his breath hot on her neck, but his tears were cool where they'd dried on her breasts.
She knew that his fire beside her, within her, was fleeting. Forces beyond his control were banking him in and within just a few short hours, the bed beside her would be icy cold and she would have only the memory of the blazing heat of northern flames.
Author: m.jules
Rating: R
Notes: Written 02/11/08 for a prompt by
shantih.Somehow, she had expected his hands to be as cold as the land he called home, not blazing embers scattering across her skin. She hadn't expected his eyes to burn as hot as his fingers did, hadn't known his mouth would be fire on her own.
As the night wore on, he spoke less, his words fewer and more carefully chosen. When morning came, his skin was warm against her, his breath hot on her neck, but his tears were cool where they'd dried on her breasts.
She knew that his fire beside her, within her, was fleeting. Forces beyond his control were banking him in and within just a few short hours, the bed beside her would be icy cold and she would have only the memory of the blazing heat of northern flames.