“I told you that there wasn’t going to be enough! Nothing ever goes as it should when you plan anything!” Jasmyne shrieked at him. They’d been married two years, loved each other for years before that, and somehow her anger still seemed to shake the earth with the magnitude of it. Not that he was feeling any calmer than usual, really, though.
“I did not decide to invite the entire island to our celebration at the last minute without telling anyone! You said you trusted that I could- where are you going?!” Dagur demanded, as she turned around and began storming off down the hall, goodness only knew where she was planning to go.
“Where do you think I’m going!?” She shrieked back as if it was obvious, though if it was the way things usually were, she didn’t know either.
“I’m not going to chase you this time!” He hollered at her receding back.
“I should not want you to!” Was the reply he got as she disappeared around a corner.
He waited for a moment, still breathing hard, and then spat, “Seven hells,” knowing he was going to do precisely what he said he wasn’t going to, and ran after her.
He caught up to her just as she made another turn, though her inelegant stomping would have told him where she was even if he had lost sight of her altogether. He grabbed her arm, and she whirled around, almost smacking him in the face. “Let go of me!” She cried, furiously. “You said you weren’t going to follow me! You never do anything you say you shall!” Her fist thudded against one shoulder, but not nearly as hard as she could have. “You horrible, horrible man! I shouldn’t have married you. I should have told father that I never wanted to see you again, and he would’ve sent you to the dungeons!”
She was fairly babbling, but he interrupted her, “The dungeons! You’re mad. Your father wouldn’t send anyone to the dungeons over the ravings of a foolish woman like you!” At the same time, the raven-haired boy grabbed her other shoulder and shook her.
“Oh, foolish, am I? Foolish indeed for having settled for the likes of you! I’ll have you know I shall soon be kin to a prince.”
“Oh aye, does that make you now a princess, your highness? Too good for the likes of a bastard like me?” He spat back at her, finding himself surprisingly close to her. She glared up at him with those dark, stormy eyes of hers, smacking away one of his hands. She didn’t seem to have a good retort for that, but he could tell part of her fury stemmed from the fact that he was using a subject that pained himself to gain leverage over her in the argument.
“You’re absolutely unfair.” She hissed at him, and they were so close he could feel her breath dancing past his skin. He tangled the hand she had smacked away into her gleaming silver hair, making as if to yank on it childishly, but instead tilted her head back gently to give him easier access to his target. “I hate you.” She growled at him.
“I love you.” He growled back, with just as much venom, before crushing her lips against his. In an instant, he was overwhelmed. Even as he plundered her mouth, he got the sense that she was the one devouring him. He was drowning. In her scent, in the soft warmth of her fair skin, in the heightened awareness of her body trembling against his in a passion that was part rage, part desire. Her teeth closed around a bit of his lip in a bite just hard enough to be painful, but that somehow only fueled the madness for her she always seemed to incite in him. He found his hand leaving her shoulder, pressing against her back to pull her closer to him, then sliding lower….
Neither of them noticed Emma standing in the hallway trying to catch their attention until the book she’d been holding collided with Dagur’s head. He staggered away from Jasmyne, clutching the eye that had been a little too close to the corner of that book. One thing had to be said for these Velaryons. Their physical abilities were annoyingly good. She’d thrown the book from several paces with the accuracy of an arrow.
Scowling, he turned his head to look up at Emma and snap something angry at her, but his eyes landed on Jasmyne instead, and any attempt to be angry fled from his head. Her soft pink lips were still a little swollen and wet from the kiss, her eyes a little glazed over. One sleeve had started to slip off her shoulder so that the neckline of her dress now barely hid the tops of her breasts, her chest still heaving with the force of her emotions. He took a step towards her, his intentions no doubt clear, but Emma stepped between them, dragging Jasmyne’s sleeve back up and breaking the momentum they’d started building.
“That is quite enough.” She said in her no-nonsense tone. “I am getting married in a week, and I should like to be able to focus on those preparations without having to listen to you two fighting or making love or doing both at the same time. Really, you two and father and mother. No sense of propriety at all. There is a time and place for these things.”
Her younger sister was glaring at her as if it was Emma she’d been angry at all along. “I suppose you think you’ll be much better.”
“I certainly shall.” Emma cut her off before she could add to that. She had a habit of babbling on when she got angry.
“Hrmph!” Jasmyne said petulantly, their earlier fight all but forgotten. “You don’t know that when you and your Lord Kassian Martell haven’t consummated your marriage. You’ve never even touched each other before, much less kissed.”
Emma’s face turned distinctly pink, and her little sister grinned wickedly, knowing she was about to win. “Well, that is true, but-“
The mischievous younger girl leaned closer to her sister’s ears, but spoke plenty loud enough for Dagur to hear her. “Do you really think you’re going to stay all calm and perfect like usual when his mouth is between your legs and his fingers are-“
Emma cut her off with a scream, clapping her hands over her ears and almost slapping Jasmyne in the process. Her face a steaming red, she forgot her book and ran from the hall, and Dagur took the opportunity to snatch up his prize while she was still laughing and drag her all the way back to their quarters, so they could go on fighting or making love or doing both at the same time without being interrupted.