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“Understatement,” Steve replies as he catches his breath, kissing along her chin and jaw as his hands slide up her back, tracing the wings of her shoulders. There’s a very tiny, quiet voice in his head telling him that they should get out of this room before they get caught, but then Ygritte shifts her hips and presses her tits against Steve’s chest, and the voice is snuffed out.

“I think I’m up for the challenge. Just give me a minute to recharge.” He grins at her and then twists their bodies until Ygritte is flat on her back on the bed again. It makes his cock slip out of her and he mourns the loss as he carefully pulls off the condom and ties it off. After throwing it into the trash, he turns back to lay on his stomach next to her, sighing happily as he nuzzles between her breasts and rests his face there.

“Nah, you’ll do fine,” he teases playfully, slinging an arm around her waist as he mouths lazily at her nipple. “Why would I do all that work when you’re right here?”

Ygritte hums contentedly under the attention, tipping into each touch with a pleased sound. How rare it had been, to touch the bare skin of another of the Free Folk, especially this much, for this length of time.

She doesn't mind at all the be tumbled back to the mattress, and she watches the condom disposal with a lazy interest. What a strange world, though she's glad to not worry about children.

A much better line of thought comes from the way he presses and rubs his face against her chest. She's never thought her tits anything special, but she's an absolute fool for having them touched or licked. "It'd be a shame to have to hunt you back down to finish having my way with you," she says. "Especially when you do so well for such a pretty young lad." She can't help letting her fingers run through his hair; it's fascinating. "Is it like this for you where you're from?"

Steve likes the afterglow, when everything is slow and lazy and affectionate, and he lets out a content hum as her hands travel across his skin. The way she reacts to his mouth on her tits definitely doesn’t escape his notice, so he pulls one nipple gently between his teeth before licking the sting away.

“I’m glad for the chance to prove myself,” he teases as he slides one hand up her inner thigh and then up between her legs, dipping his fingers briefly between her slick folds just to marvel over how wet she is.

“What do you mean?” He asks as he slides up the bed and pulls her in against his side, rolling onto his back so she’s splayed across his chest and he can get his arm around her.

The afterglow is new to her, but she thinks she likes it a great deal, especially with all of the touching. His mouth on her breast is enough to make her shiver, promise to herself that they're going to properly explore that feeling.

"Aye," she teases, "you can feel for yourself, can't you. What a mess you've made of me." But there's nothing but satisfaction in her voice, and she moves easily when he does, enjoying this new position as much as the other. He's warm and broad, and she likes the smell of him, as she nestles in against his chest.

"I mean-- well, we never got to be so free in it. Most fucking in the North was just getting enough layers down, unless you somehow found some little warm cave or had a fancy tent. It was good, usually, but it wasn't-- fun, is that the word? Or with all the touching."

“Oh,” Steve says softly, brow furrowing slightly as he slides his hand up and down Ygritte’s back. It sounds— well, kind of miserable. There was never a time in his life where Steve thought he had it rough, except maybe in regards to his relationship, or lack thereof, with his parents. But not for the first time since coming to Darrow, he realizes just how good he really did have it.

“Kind of,” he says after a moment. “I wasn’t on my own yet, you know. We were still young, so I didn’t really have a place of my own to really take my time. I had a decent amount of sex in my car,” he adds with a laugh. His parents were gone a lot, so sometimes he would have girls over, but they rarely stayed the night. Even if he wanted them to.

“You should come over to my place this weekend,” Steve offers, gently lifting Ygritte’s chin so he can give her a long, lingering kiss. He wants to show her a good time. No fucking in caves. “We’ll really take our time with it,” he murmurs against her mouth as he pulls her in closer. “See how many times we can make each other come.”

Ygritte goes quiet and thoughtful as she listens to him, and there's some twisting of her mouth, a little frown she hides in his chest. She's only beginning to realize, after all, what has been denied to her and the other Free Folk because they'd remained forced beyond the Wall-- what's worse, though, are the flickers of realization that her own life and story, how little of it mattered to anyone, in the end.

She can't bear to think of it now, the sinking realization of being a stop along Jon's way, and thankfully, Steve's kissing her now. Chasing the press of his lips and the taste of his tongue, she lets him draw her away from those thoughts. Besides, she likes that he wants to do this again, make a plan for it.

"Then that's what we'll do," she agrees, each word bumping against his lips. "You've got quite a talent for it, after all. It's probably better we didn't do that in the hallway."

“We can do it in a hallway some other time,” Steve says with a laugh, moving her hair away from her face with a gentle stroke of his fingers. “Try it your way.”

It’s not like he wants to fuck in front of people, but the thought of doing it somewhere only semi-private, where they could get caught, is exciting. Maybe it’s because he’s never done it before. He never had anyone to do it with before.

He’s so glad to have found Ygritte like this, because while he isn’t still in love with Nancy, there’s still a sting there that he isn’t quite sure that he’s recovered from. He thought maybe he had been ready to try with Robin, but— look how that turned out. It’s better that they’re friends, anyway. And he needs friends.

A hot friend who will have sex with him? Ultimate score, for where he’s at in his life right now. He’s grateful for it.

“You’re pretty talented yourself,” he says with a low chuckle, trying not to let the comment go to his head. He stretches out and shifts, humming softly at the press of her tits against his chest, and the brush of her inner thigh against his cock. It’s starting to stiffen again, and he reaches down with his free hand to give it a lazy squeeze.

She laughs too, unable to quite help it, but there's definitely a thrill tingling through her. "Perhaps I'll be contented with knowing that anyone who was watching us will most certainly know what we've been up to," she answers, grinning crookedly. "But I do like a bit of danger."

She can't know how similarly they're thinking of this, but there's something in the way he touches her and how easily they get along that soothes any lingering reminders of just how she'd gotten to this city in the first place.

"Don't know about talented as much as hungry for it," she answers honestly. But I feel particularly hungry for you." She can feel him stirring against her thigh, and she slides her own, faintly calloused hand down to feel him, exploring his hardening cock with palm and fingertips. "I think you might be feeling the same," she murmurs, and sets about sucking a little mark into his collarbone. "Might like you from behind," she adds, musing. "Me on my hands and knees."

Ygritte’s hand wraps around his cock and Steve groans, back arching slightly at the dual sensation of her hand and her mouth. At her suggestion, Steve’s hand jumps in her palm and he laughs as he reaches down to put his hand between her legs, giving her clit teasing little brushes of his thumb.

“Great minds think alike,” he says lowly, breathing out deeply before he turns on his side. He likes knowing that he can say whatever’s on his mind, any dirty thought, and she’ll probably enjoy it.

“You want it harder than before?” He asks as he looks at her face, quirking a brow as he slides two fingers slowly inside of her. “God, I just— I want to make you scream.”

The eagerness of his response only drives the heat back up inside her, and she pulls her mouth from his skin only to admire her work. "A souvenir," she murmurs, pleased with the word she'd learned maybe a couple of hours ago at the gift shop downstairs.

She sighs gustily as his hand slides between her legs, at the contact to the sensitive quiver of her clit, as he begins to finger her. "The most lovely fingers," she breathes, eyes getting darker and darker. She grinds her hips down against the pressure shamelessly, pausing only as she takes her hand from his cock to wet her palm with her own slick-- then strokes again, slow and even. "Fuck," she moans, drawn out and with feeling. "Aye, I want it hard, deep and hard as you can. Make me scream 'til all those fine people downstairs know how good you're giving it to me."

There’s a burning spot that knows will turn into a bruise, his souvenir, and he smiles at how pleased she sounds. And then she starts to stroke him, and it isn’t long before he’s thick and fully hard in her hand, ready to go again.

“Jesus,” he gasps out, pressing his fingers deep inside of her and grinding his palm against her clit before withdrawing his hand and sitting up. He takes her hand from his cock and kisses her palm, dragging his tongue over it before letting go and leaning over to rifle through his wallet. He only has the two condoms on him, so he better make this one count.

After rolling it on, he looks down at Ygritte, all pink and flushed and obscenely slick between her legs. He thinks about what she said, about how she wants it hard, and Steve wonders if maybe he can play around with being a little rough. He’s never really gotten the chance to before, and she seems more than willing. More than that, Steve knows that she wouldn’t hesitate to tell him if she didn’t like it.

So he takes a breath and grabs her to flip her over onto her stomach, and the grips her by the hips to pull her up onto her knees. He’ll get better leverage if he stands, so he drags her back to the edge of the bed and rests his hand on the small of her back, thumb resting on her tailbone.

“Like this?” He asks, voice low and rough as he spreads her legs apart. He hasn’t done it in this position many times and the sight of her there, with all of her most intimate parts on full display for him, makes his mouth water and he can’t help but to reach out and rub his fingers along her slick pink cunt. “Fuck, you look good. Just dripping.”

"I suppose I'll have to get some of those," Ygritte murmurs, enjoying the way he moves as he searches out the condom and rolls it on, watching him with her own hand wandering down between her legs. "Next time I want to suck you, before you get that thing on," she adds, and there's something happening in his face and behind his eyes that she thinks can only mean good things for her.

She's right, too, as he wastes no time in grasping and moving her, positioning just as she'd said, just as it seems he likes. This she's only done once or twice, but gods does she want it now, from Steve. "Aye, like that," she breathes, arching and knowing she's putting herself, vulnerable and wanting, rosy and shining with desire, out for him to see.

To take.

"I feel good," she groans. "But I could feel better."

"When you come over, that's the first thing we'll do," Steve promises, shuddering pleasantly just at the thought of having her mouth around him. She'll probably be eager, too, and not treat it like a chore.

But that's for another time. Right now, she's on her hands and knees in front of him and Steve leans over her, biting gently in the center of her back as he grabs her tits in his hands. Her nipples are hard against his palms and he pinches them both between his thumbs and forefingers, hard enough to sting before sliding his hands down to her hips.

He grips his cock and positions the flared head against her cunt, teasing it up and down her slit before grabbing onto her hip and thrusting in hard, burying himself inside of her with one quick, hard motion. He grabs both of her hips to hold her there, pulling her back against him as he tries to get his cock as deep inside of her as he can.

"Better now?" He rasps out, holding onto her hips as he pulls nearly all of the way out of her only to slam in again. Their bodies make an obscene sound as they connect and Steve starts to fuck her in earnest, deep and hard while he keeps a firm grip on her hips to keep her in place, so for now all she can do is take it.

Much as she likes the way he reacts to the idea of getting her mouth on him, around him, she's hardly got a moment to consider it because he's taking her, and it's driving her nearly out of her mind already.

She's eager, alright, but even she wouldn't take things this far, so very easily, if he weren't also someone that sparks trust in her, the sort of attachment that means they'll get along even when he's not inside her. Her breath hitches on a little keening sound as he teases the head of his cock against her, prompting a "fuck, fuck, yes" from her even before he thrusts in to the hilt.

"So much fucking better," she answers, grasping at the bedclothes to steady herself. "It's good, you're fucking... fucking deep." She can hear the rhythm of their skin, the wet sound that comes each time her fills her, and she's perfectly happy to just take it. Her arms shake a bit and she lets herself down to her elbows, face turned slightly to see him as he pounds out increasingly loud moans and cries from her.

God, the sounds she makes. They're addictive, and Steve wants to hear more of them, wants her to be louder, and he lets out a moan of his own as she turns to watch him. Their eyes meet and he thrusts into her hard, holding her in place as he grinds his hips against her ass.

Steve has never had any insecurities about his size, and he wants her to feel every inch of it. He reaches up to grip her shoulder with one hand, holding her in place as he reaches around to find her clit and give it a gentle pinch. He wants her overwhelmed, overstimulated, wants her to cry out until her throat is raw.

Sex has never been like this for him, not once. This is something new, and his chest heaves as she wriggles on his cock. After a few more moments he finally slips out of her, only to resume that same rough, deep rhythm, this time with his fingers on her clit.

"I want you to come," he rasps out, sliding his other hand from her shoulder and around to her chest so he can feel her tits bounce against his palm. "And then I'll just keep going until you do it again."

They are rapidly passing the realm of what she knows and has done and Ygritte doesn't mind; she's in fucking favor of finding as many possible ways for Steve to fuck her good and hard and deep. She wouldn't have guessed that he could do this, hold her in place and be just the right kind of rough.

Fuck, it's good to be surprised.

Her hands grab the bedclothes white-knuckled, and she rocks a little with each thrust. "Yes," she moans, letting herself be as sweet about it as she wants, as needy as she feels. "Just keeping fucking me like that and I'll--" A tiny wail punches out from her lungs.

"Aye, just like that, want t'feel you," she pants, eyelids fluttering as he strokes her clit in time with each sharp thrust, ridiculously endeared by the way his hand engulfs her breast. And then he speaks, and that's it, little cries on each exhale that rise in pitch and volume until she's shaking and clenching hard around his cock.

It's not quite screaming, but she knows he's going to get her there.

She pulses around his cock and Steve feels a little outside of himself. He's never done anything like this, but he feels safe with her, free to explore a little and know that they'll both be okay on the other side of this.

"That's it," he breathes, rubbing gently at her throbbing clit and marveling at the heat of her, molten hot between her legs. He has to pause for a moment and take a breath, and then he pulls out only long enough to flip her over onto her back. He wants to watch her face as she falls apart, and he wants her to see him too.

He gets one knee on the bed and lifts one of her legs to rest against his chest as he slides his cock back into her with a low groan. Yeah, this is better. He starts to fuck her hard and now he can see the way her face changes, how her breath hitches and she cries out when he angles his hips just right. Her tits and pink nipples, her tight stomach and swollen clit, all of it on display for him.

"Fuck." He places his hand between her breasts to hold her down while he fucks her and he can feel the pleasure building at the base of his spine, but he knows that he can't let himself come yet, not until he makes her fall apart one more time.

Before she really gets that it's happening, she's on her back again, and then it's good again, because he's back inside her. She has to take a moment or two to gather her words, almost disoriented and dizzy in the best way. In between the whining moans, she manages, "That's-- that's good, so fucking good, fuckin' take me, make-- make me come again--"

No one's ever held her quite like this and she can feel the orgasm rushing on like an avalanche. There's something joyfully defiant in this, in getting loud and taking everything Steve gives.

When she comes, it's his name that's in her mouth, half-shout and half-wailed as she grabs at any part of him she can reach, urging him closer and deeper, wanting to feel him go over the edge even as it feels like she's barely capable of taking it anymore. "Yes, yes, please--" and isn't that an odd word for a wildling.

Steve had known, based on prior evidence, that he was a pretty decent lay. The girls he’s slept with always seemed satisfied, and Nancy once called him a giving lover. So yeah, he knew he was decent, but this is something else entirely. This is a whole other realm, a porno come to life, and they’re the stars. This is good.

He watches as Ygritte comes again, or maybe she never even stopped. She’s trembling under him, hips jerking from the onslaught, and Steve commits the sight of it to memory. She’s amazing.

Please, she says, and Steve is grateful. After such a display, with her cunt pulsing around his cock, he can’t hold back any longer. He slams his hips in hard, burying himself as deep as he can inside of her as he comes with a shout of his own.

He’s panting when he collapses next to her, arms over his head as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s almost as if he’s coming back to himself and he realizes how rough he got with her. One look over at her makes it clear that she isn’t complaining, but he still wants to be sure.

“You okay?” He asks as he turns to gather her in his arms, much gentler now. His fingers move her sweaty hair from her face before cupping her jaw in his broad hand and smiling at her. “That was good, right? Jesus, it felt good.”

She finds herself laying on her back, panting as if she'd run across fields and fields of snow, her whole body buzzing with sensation. There's a pleasant ache, and her own slick between her thighs, and when Steve's voice trickles into her consciousness, she's surprised by the feeling that's something like relief.

"Aye, I'm-- I'm good," she assures him, but she's burrowing into his embrace with a certain, different sort of need. Funny, how she finds she likes being fussed over, too. "It was good," she adds, leaning in to kiss him lazily. "Did you mean it, you want to see me this... weekend," she murmurs, as she's mostly gotten the concept of weekends down. "Haven't had your fill yet?"

“Good.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead and then drops his head to the bed, blinking up at the ceiling as she moves in close.

“What, yeah,” he says, nodding a little as she kisses him. “Come over. It’ll be fun.”

His head hits the bed again and he wonders if maybe they should have some sort of talk about expectations, but decides that it would for sure be a mood killer. He doesn’t really know what the protocol is after having spontaneous sex with a girl you don’t really know.

Are they friends? He’s never had a friend who he also has sex with sometimes, and it kind of sounds like the best thing ever.

“I could use a little fun,” he admits, turning his head to look at her with his lips quirked into a smile. “Sounds like you could too.”

Ygritte smiles, something a touch softer than the usual daring tilt of her grin, and admires the mark she's left on him. She wouldn't know how or what to call this sort of connection, but she finds that she likes him, even beyond the sex. It's something warm and easy and-- generous, she decides.

A different way, maybe, of being a good man.

"Aye," she says. "Fun. I'd like that." Still reveling in the feel of warm skin beneath her, she adds, "I'm very glad I got to meet you again." They'll have to get dressed eventually, and she'll have the pleasure of seeing everyone downstairs know what she's been up to-- but for now, she lets herself rest against his chest, warmed by something new.