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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E  

- all characters must be from george r. r. martin's a song of ice and fire's series or the hbo adaption game of thrones
- leave a pairing in the comments, along with an accompanying kink - eg jaime/cersei, voyeurism, theon/robb, oral.
- graphics and fanart are also accepted
- no hate pleeease, we don't all love the same ships but let's not bash because of it :)
- multiple fills are encouraged

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mind_conundrum: alice morganmind_conundrum on March 17th, 2012 12:07 am (UTC)
melisandre/jon, cunnilingus
i am ringo starr: [GoT] sansa the littlebirdbleakwinters on March 18th, 2012 10:14 pm (UTC)
Red and terrible and red
The Night's Watch does not interfere in the problems of the realm, he tells himself a hundred times over. He is the Lord Commander and Stannis might be the King, but he sits no Iron Throne and winter is coming. Jon Snow may know nothing, but he knows his vows and he knows his place.

It does not stop the red woman from ordering him to her chambers. Jon comes, and leaves Ghost waiting by the door. He cannot tell whether this is treason yet or not, whether he has killed the boy inside. Not when she reminds him so much of Ygritte, kissed by fire, lucky. So lucky she died with an arrow in her. The thought is bitter in his mouth, and once more Jon regrets not staying behind in that cave.

She sits by the fire, gazing into the flames. She glows, the ruby at her throat pulsing with light. What visions she sees, he cannot say, but she rises all the same, and smiles at him. She says nothing, but she pours him wine and he drinks, greedy for some warmth. The Red Woman, dangerous and mysterious, from Asshai by the Shadow. The wine flows into Jon's belly and he opens his mouth to ask her why she summoned him, but she kisses him instead.

Melisandre is alive, burning, her skin on fire. She tastes of nuts and cloves and nutmeg, of ash and fire and fear, she tastes like something Jon has never tasted before and he finds himself kissing her back, pushing her on the bed, undoing her robes. He wants to think of Ygritte, but instead his mind focuses on Melisandre and her skin, so pale, glowing in the light of the hearth fire.

Her hands push down on his shoulders, and Jon stumbles. He falls to the floor, but still her fingers dig into him, pushing him towards her spread legs. The lord's kiss, Ygritte whispers in his mind, but her face is a blur. He recalls how red the hair between her legs was, like Melisandre's, but the Red Woman is older, more beautiful, and every part of her burns his hands. He kisses her thighs, kisses the soft skin of her belly, trails fingers in her hair, and she moans, low in her throat.

Jon tastes her, slowly at first, then more confident. He moves his tongue around her, he kisses and pushes fingers inside her, until she lifts her hips to meet him. Melisandre isn't shy, she isn't Ygritte, she is the prophet for the god R'hllor, and Jon swears the scent of her is driving him insane. His fingers move deftly inside her, until she screams in some tongue he does not understand and she lies back down, sweat glistening on her skin.

The Lord Commander rises. Melisandre does not open her eyes, and slowly he licks his fingers of her, the last remnants of her passion.

'You have done your duty, Lord Commander. Now leave me to gaze into my flames.'
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 19th, 2012 03:09 am (UTC)
Re: Red and terrible and red
WHAT. SO. HOT. (Literally, 'cause...you know...Melisandre.)

Love. It.
Myramidnightblack07 on March 19th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC)
Re: Red and terrible and red

I love how Jon's stream of conscience always went back to Ygritte, and how the similarities between her and Melisandre (as well as the differances) did not go unmissed--beautifully done!! (y)