Between a Kilt and a Hard... - for starkpup_heir

[nursejeyne]

Jeyne had not expected tonight to be the night. She was prepared just in case, as she was every time she and Robb had a date, and she couldn't deny that sleeping with him had been on her mind almost constantly. It was Theon's birthday, he was out celebrating (with Margaery Tyrell of all people), and she and Robb had the apartment to themselves. When he'd opened the door wearing that kilt, something changed inside her. Her love and lust for him overtook her nervousness and started making her decisions for her.

She barely managed to wait until they were in his bedroom to start kissing him. She kicked the door shut with her heel and practically pounced on her boyfriend. He definitely couldn't have any doubts about her certainty or desire to make love to him.

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[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

While Robb was certainly taken by surprise over Jeyne's eagerness, it didn't take him long to catch up. He'd known that many women, and a fair share of certain men too, found kilts hot, he'd always considered them to be dorky. All that wool, it wasn't the first thing that comes to mind when picturing sexy outfits.

As she rushed him, he put his hands on her hips, leaning against her to kiss back passionately. After a moment, he inched his way backwards to his bed and pulled her down to sit over his lap.

"I'm torn. I don't know if I should wear this more often or if the jealousy with send you crazy."

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the kilt itself that she found so attractive. It was the look on his face when he'd looked at her legs. It was the playful smile on his lips that she'd grown to know so well. And it was the thought of what he wasn't wearing underneath that had sent her over the edge.

She settled into his lap and let her shoes fall off her feet onto the floor.

"You better not. What if you don't like me when I'm crazy?" Sitting this way, his face was closer to her chest than anything else. She felt that definitely had potential, as did what she felt happening beneath the fabric separating their lower halves.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

"How could I not like you, even when you're crazy?" He grinned and craned his neck to look up at her. Not that he minded what was right in front of face, but he wasn't enough of a horndog to go straight in for the speedboat.

"Unless you start cutting anything off, including the kilt. Then I'll have to put some distance between us."

He ran his palms over her thighs and slid them around to cup her ass. She was beautifully curved, there was no doubt that there was things happening beneath the heavy wool of the kilt. The rough material against his bare skin was a strange feeling.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

Jeyne was so very, very happy that she was wearing a skirt.

"You have a point. Just keep me away from sharp objects and I can be yours forever."

She ran both hands through his hair, her hands coming to rest on either side of his neck. She lifted his chin with her thumbs and leaned down to kiss him. Forever. The thought of that made her heart skip even more than the feel of his hands on her ass and the taste of his tongue. She was ready. She was beyond ready.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

"That's all I have to do?" He murmured as he kissed her, his tongue swiping across her lips and briefly into her mouth. Fleetingly, he met her tongue, before pulling back enough to kiss over her jaw and down her neck.

"I think I can do that..." He ran his hands up her sides and started to work on the buttons of her blouse. His hands trembled a little with the anticipation, giving away the way his heart was beating hard in his chest.

He wanted this though, now was the right time.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

She felt his hands shaking as he funbled with the buttons to her shirt. She placed her hands over his, looked into his eyes, and smiled softly.

"Me too," she said. She moved her hands to his sides, reaching underneath his sweater and undershirt to feel the heat of his skin. So many layers, Robb, why must you always wear so many layers? She wanted them gone so she could see and feel and taste him.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

He'd seen tempting glimpses of her olive skin before. Beautifully mouth watering, he knew that when he was given the chance he would love the taste of every inch of her skin.

Now was the time, he knew, and his mouth was dry. Yet, he also knew that she would be so refreshing to him, the moment his lips touched her flesh.

For now, it was just his fingers, softly skimming over her chest as he pushed the thin blouse aside and pushed it over her shoulders. Her breasts made a small valley that disappeared behind her bra.

"Your hands are cool..." He smiled as he leaned back to allow her to pull his clothes up.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

She tugged up and off, his shirt and sweater at the same time. Her hands started at his shoulders, fingers floating lightly over his skin, then followed her eyes down his chest and his stomach. He was perfect. She was so focused on him that she forgot to be self-conscious or shy about being well on her way to topless.

"You know what they say about cool hands...." She took his hand and placed it on her left breast.

"Warm heart."

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

Oh, he could have had palpitations right then and there, had she put her hand over his chest to feel. Fortunately, he was a red blooded male, and even if he was nervous and virginal, he was also increasingly aroused and running on instinct.

It felt natural and right, and his nerves were ebbing away to free his confidence.

"I didn't need your cold hands to know that..." He smiled, his hand softly cupping and squeezing her breast. Another moment and then he had gathered enough balls to lean into her and kiss her chest, pressing his mouth and nose into the deep valley he made as he used both hands to push her soft swelling breasts togther.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

Jeyne inhaled sharply. The feel of his hands and his mouth at the same time was divine, and she tilted her head back slightly as a moan escaped her lips. Impatient for more she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra for him, rounding her shoulders (and thus pushing her breasts even closer together) so the straps could fall down more easily.

If she had known being with him like this would feel so good, she would have done it much sooner. Yet even through the exquisite feel of his breath on her skin and the throbbing that was growing more insistent between her legs, there was the ever-present sting of fear underneath. It would hurt. She knew it would. And he was the only person she trusted to hurt her in that way.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

She was so warm, her skin soft and slightly clammy as his lips traveled over her chest. He was moaning and the fact that she seemed to be breathing more heavily against him was encouraging too. There was no denying the hard length under the wool of his kilt. It was a strange sensation, the fabric scratchy against the sensitive skin, while knowing that he was bumping up against her inner thigh just made him want more.

Holding her tightly to him, he twisted his body, spilling her down onto the bed. For a moment, he stood back to look at her and decide what to do next. The tartan material around his waist tented and swayed, his erection even clearer beneath it now.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" He caught her by surprise, but once she was lying down she laughed, a little too loud, like one does when they're nervous. She took the opportunity to take her bra the rest of the way off and toss it to the floor.

Her laughter died off, though, as she looked at him standing over her. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his kilt. He seemed unsure of what to do next, but to her it was clear. It was pointed right at her.

She sat up and reached under the kilt. It was strange to touch what she was unable to see. She wrapped her hand around his length. It was hard and hot and unlike anything she'd touched before. She looked up into his eyes, then took his hand and put it over hers.

"Show me." She didn't know what to do, what would feel good. But she wanted to learn.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

For a moment, he panicked at her words, believing that she thought that he had more experience than her, that he would know exactly what to do even though he was as much a virgin as her. But then he realised that she meant to show her how to jerk him off.

That, he knew about...

"Be firm..." His voice was low, a little croaky, as he tightened his own fist around hers. Slowly, he moved their hands together beneath his kilt, a moan of encouragement escaping his lips.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

With his encouragement she gripped him more firmly and started to stroke, slowly at first, watching his face as it contorted with pleasure. It made her feel very, very powerful.

With her other hand she explored the waistband of the kilt, searching until she found the pin holding it together. She unhooked it and let the kilt fall, unraveling around his waist. It reminded her of unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. Finally it was unwound enough for her to pull it away and drop it on the floor.

Jeyne had never seen a cock first-hand before, and never an erect one. It was so different from the floppy glimpses she'd seen in movies. Her hand stilled, and she leaned forward to place a kiss on his hip before looking up to him.

A bevy of words whirled through her mind. Take me. I'm yours. You're gorgeous. Only three crossed her lips.

"I love you."

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

Looking down on her as her hand worked his cock, all the while drawing her face closer to his skin, he could feel as his breath caught in his throat. For a moment he felt the icy fear coupled with a selfish need: If he mouth were to touch his length he knew that he wouldn't be able to contain himself, even if he knew the embarrassment that would follow.

He breathed a sigh of relief when her hot mouth instead touched against his hip. But it was short lived as her soft words reached his ears and made his stomach flip in a not entirely unpleasant way.

"I love you too." He gasped as he moved, bending over her to lean down and kiss her. He eased her back against the bed, his hand searching and fumbling to unbutton her jeans and then moving back to pull them off.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

All the power she'd felt when she had him in her hand disappeared when he laid her back on the bed and stripped her of the last of her clothes. The room was dark but she wished it was darker, struck by a nearly crippling bout of self-consciousness. She never doubted that he loved her. But would he find her body beautiful? Would he still want her once he saw her completely bare?

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

She needn't have worried. He found her overwhelmingly beautiful, and if she'd ever voiced her doubts to him he would have found them inconceivable.

For a moment he hesitated, part of him wished that Theon was here to direct him more clearly. He knew what to do, but... it seemed too simple to be real, as if there should be more to it than that. Bending, he rummaged in his sporran, before standing and joining her on the bed, lying on his side, his body against hers almost shyly.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

She shifted onto her side too, facing him, her eyes unable to stop roaming over his body. It was perfect - he was perfect - and she wanted to touch and kiss and taste every inch of him. Butterflies fluttered furiously in her stomach, and as she touched his chest with her palm, she tilted her head to kiss him softly.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" she whispered.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

"I'm very nervous." He admitted, leaning to kiss her as his hands skimmed over her smooth, warm skin. His thigh felt like it was burning where it touched hers, and if he tipped his hip further the head of his cock bounced softly against her flesh as well and it felt on fire.

"We don't have to, if its too fast..." Even though right now the last thing he wanted was to stop.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

Her skin tingled everywhere he touched her. She was relieved to hear that he felt the same as she did. She knew they didn't have to. That was what made the moment perfect - they wanted to. Of all the women he could have shared this moment with, he had chosen her.

"It's not too fast." Her voice was breathy, and she kissed him again, more passionate this time. She shifted against him, the hair on his chest tickling her breasts, and hitched one leg up over his hip. Her hand moved down his chest to his side and to his back, pulling him tighter to her, wedging his hard length between them.

"I want it. I want you."

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

He gasped at the closeness, the pressure and the warmth of his erection pressed between their bodies. Even though he knew it wasn't a good idea if he wanted to hold himself off as long as possible, he couldn't help moving his hips a little, rocking his body against her to feel the friction pulling at his sensitive and throbbing member.

Kissing her hard, he skimmed his hand down the length of her body. Then he pulled back, his chest heaving as he gazed deep into her eyes.

"Okay. Hang on a minute..." His northern accent came through stronger now, showing his nerves as he rolled back and tore open the condom packet to put it on.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

She smiled and watched as he put the condom on, secretly glad that he had obviously read the instructions, because she would have had no clue how to put it on him. When it was done she realized the moment had finally arrived, and she did not feel ready. Physically ready, not emotionally. She was not sure how to voice what she needed.

"Kiss me?" Her voice was small and shaky, and if he looked past her face he would see her hand was between her legs. She needed him to drive her wild, to make her so wanton with desire for him that she opened to him without hesitation.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

He was glad that he'd paid attention in class what they'd been shown how to put a condom on a banana. He'd been fourteen then, and it was amazing that he'd remembered the detail of squeezing the end as he rolled it down. At least, he hoped he remembered that and wasn't just doing something weird now.

His mouth was dry as he nodded and he licked his lips as he leaned in closer to her. He kissed her hard, concentrating on the passionate kiss, hoping that it would cover up his nerves and how much he was sure he was shaking.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

The fact that she'd meant for him to kiss her down below melted away at the feel of his lips on hers. He trembled, and she moved her knee against his side, encouraging him to relax and settle between her thighs. As nervous as she was, and as fast as her heart was beating, she was still thinking about making it the best possible experience for him.

She moved her hands to his cheeks, returning the kiss with equal ferocity, her tongue seeking his immediately. Her fingers slid into his hair, down the back of his head to his neck and shoulders. His skin was hot and she wanted to feel all of it pressed against her.

[starkpup-heir.livejournal.com]

As he moved over her, settling between her thighs, he felt awkward and intruding. But at the same time he was welcomed and not only did Jeyne make it clear that she wanted him to be there, he wanted to be there. This was a gift and it was only for him. He kissed her still, but his attention now was turned to the weight between his thighs, the way it lay heavy against her crotch.

Slowly, he moved his hand down to her, dipped his finger into the thick curls of her hair. She was wet and it encouraged him to press further, to seek between the folds of her cunt.

[sweetjeyne.livejournal.com]

Her heartbeat quickened and she inhaled sharply at the feel of his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, and with a shaky breath she whispered his name. She was no longer shaking with cold, but with anticipation, and the pleasure that the pressure of his fingers on her clit was giving her.

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