[ he chuckles. it would be an easy thing, to press her against the counter, to lift her up to sit on it and kiss the words out of her mouth. sometimes robb thinks they'll manage sex on every surface of the apartment, which is probably a cruel thing come to think of it, but appealing in its way. ]
Perhaps you shouldn't kiss me like that, Greyjoy, and then I might not hold you so tightly.
[ tightly enough to press bruises into her skin, like the ones he once sucked onto her collarbone in a foolish, foolish moment. marks were just this side of possessive, something robb told himself he wasn't, so he barred himself from leaving marks all over her skin, as if that were proof of his unattachment. ]
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Perhaps you shouldn't kiss me like that, Greyjoy, and then I might not hold you so tightly.
[ tightly enough to press bruises into her skin, like the ones he once sucked onto her collarbone in a foolish, foolish moment. marks were just this side of possessive, something robb told himself he wasn't, so he barred himself from leaving marks all over her skin, as if that were proof of his unattachment. ]