Title: Staccato

Warnings: sexual situations

Pairing: NarSan

a/n: Dedicated entirely to lady-griddlebone for sailing with me on this ship of nightmares. Was considering writing this with shades of Dany/Drogo, but I couldn't resist writing angst-sex. Maybe another day.

He says there there when she cries for her brother, the dying-dead boy, and whispers I can make it all better; he says hush hush don't cry as he moves inside her, winding his arms under her thin shoulders, and her legs shake around him.

Please, she sobs, though she does not specify what she is asking for. So he answers in the only way he knows how: by continuing to do as he pleases. She moans in response, never indicating if he has guessed correctly.

Her cheeks are wet and sticky like the space between her thighs, and he relishes in everything she releases, be it blood, sweat, tears, come, or strangled whispers through saliva-stained teeth. The floor is cold and unforgiving, and the old stone dungeons echo each and every one of her breathless pants, so that they both hear her voice a thousand times over:

Why why why why me why me why me do you do you love love love me me -

Somewhere towards the end, he opens his mouth against hers and murmurs something likeyes, no, maybe so -

But his fingers slip between them, slim and stealthy and spidery, choking a scream of sinful rapture from her trembling lips, so that his words shall never repeat themselves against the walls of the prison that surrounds them, or the one that surrounds his heart.