Bastard // Ned Stark

36. Say It Again

'We are missing your name day celebration.' Everly remarked with a smile.

'I don't want a tourney I just want you.'

Everly nodded in response as his lips meet her, his hand traveling up her spine and cradling the back of her neck. The kiss was passionate, full of heat and lust. He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring her. He kissed her jawline, down her neck, the tops of her tits, then returned to her mouth again. Ned used his other hand to push her knees apart and she spread her legs wide to let him stand between them. His free hand traveled up her bare leg, playing with the edge of the fabric all the way up to where the slit stops. He pressed his thumb into her hip, squeezing and kneading.

"I want you," he said in a raspy deep voice. "Right here." Her mind was frenzied, his words pour in and stilled her in this moment.

"Say it again."

"I want you," he whispered close to her skin. She reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and his pants as quickly as she could as his fingers reached her panties, tugging at the edge of them. She squirmed under his touch. He pushed them to the side, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.

"You're so wet," he said softly.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Is that for me?" he teased.

"Yes," I said again, the only word she could manage. Something between a moan and a growl comes from his throat. Suddenly, he dips down, taking a knee, pushing her dress back. She expected to feel his mouth on her in the same instant but when she opened her eyes and look down, he's staring at up at her.

"I love you." He groaned, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then, he turns his sights to where his thumb was still stroking her, and he licked his lips. He flattened his tongue, pressing it against her. The sensation caused her to arch as she covered her mouth with her own hand.

"Mmm," he says. "Better than a tourney." Ned assured.

He pushed against her knees with his hands, urging her wider, to open for him. She did as he silently commanded, lying back against his desk. The tension building as her legs began to shake.

"I'm going to come, Ned." But he stops abruptly and stands. The lost sensation unravels the orgasm that was building. He took her hands in his and pulled her back up to a sitting position, then a standing one. He kissed her mouth again and again.

"Turn around," he whispered. So she lay flat against his Hand of the king desk, her legs spread. If she turned her head, she could barely see him as he pulled her dress up, exposing her ass. She watched him bite his lips, then she felt him against her.

He rubbed the tip of his dick over her, teasing her. She quivered against him, arching back, begging. He didn't give in to his own desires, still standing just far enough from Everly to torment.

"What are you waiting for?" Everly asked, breathless.

"You didn't say congratulations," he said. The tip of him pressed into her, then immediately backed out. "NED," She said through a laugh and plea.

"Tell me," he said. 'Hand of the king is a big deal...' he mused. She was animalistic at this point. Her fingers gripped the edge of his desk as she tried arching again, hoping he would surrender, but it's no use. His will is too strong. "Say it," he commanded a purr in her ear.

"Congratulations my love," Everly said sweetly glancing back at him. To that, he pushed all the way into her in one fluid motion, simultaneously satiating her need and creating a new one. This is not love making. It's not slow, it's not about taking their time. It's a fever, a frenzy, pushing as quickly as they could because there's a party going on outside, a joust in his honor, and people will start to wonder where he was soon.

She came, shortly followed by him, and he nearly collapsed on top of her for a moment as they finally caught their breath.

"My lord?' They heard from beyond the door. It takes everything to stifle their laughter as he quickly dresses from the waist down and Everly uncrumpled her dress, adjusting her panties back into place.

'My Lord,' another knock on the door.

'Come in.' Ned said as Everly moved over standing like a statue aa a man came in pulling neds attention to the door as well, 'your grace, the queen.' he announced before walking away and the queen walked in.

'Your Grace.' Ned said stiffly. Everly tipped her head to her.

'Your grace.' Everly echoed.

'you're missing your tournament' cersei reminded him sparing a glance at Everly.

'Just because it's in my name does not make it mine.' Ned told her.

'Of course,' she agreed looking around the Hand's office.

'We were headed there now.' Ned added looking to Everly. 'Why don't you check on sansa, I will be there soon.' She nodded heading out.

'I thought we might put what happened on the Kings Road behind us,' Cersei offered as she heard the door click closed 'the argument with the wolves... the need to kill the beast was extreme.' she admitted 'but sometimes we go to extremes when our children are concerned.'

'couldn't agree more.' Ned said stiffly.

'How is Sansa?'

'Well she likes it here' ned admitted.

'It seems she is the only stark that does, she favors the south like her mother not much of the north and her-' ceresi went on.

'What are you doing here?' Ned questioned.

'I might ask the same of you.' Cersei said taking threatening steps forward her heels clicking on the ground 'what is it you hope to accomplish?'

'The king called on me to serve him and the realm and that is what I will do until he tells me otherwise.' Ned informed her.

'You can't change him you can't help him.' Cersei informed him 'he will do what he wants what he's only ever done. You will do your best to pick up the pieces.'

'If that is my job then so be it.' Ned said confidently.

'You were just a soldier, you take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense your older brother was charged to lead and you were charged to follow.' Cersei mocked

'I was also trying to kill my enemies your grace.'

'As was I.' she informed him before turning away mischievous look in her eyes