#8 Captain swan ;)

kittennharington:

“Wanna bet?” Modern AU. 

send me a number and pairing. [gendrya, jonerys, captain swan]

“Please,” she leans back in her chair, tucked as they are in the corner of the bar, her knee brushing his beneath the table. She licks at the rum that lingers on her bottom lip and feels the tug of heat low in her belly when his gaze lingers. When he presses his foot forward until his boot tucks up against hers. “You couldn’t handle it.” 

He hums, reaching forward and curling his fingers around her wrist, his thumb tracing back and forth along the tattoo sitting pretty at her pulse point. They’ve been dancing around whatever this is for months – and she doesn’t know if it’s the rum or the shadowed corner they’ve found themselves in or him – but she’s suddenly very tired of acting like she doesn’t care. 

“Would you like to make a wager on that, darling?” 

She smiles, flipping her hand until her fingers tangle with his. He looks surprised, but he hides it admirably with a smirk – his thumb ring cool against her skin. 

“i would, actually.” 

“Is that so?” 

She leans forward into his space and lets her nose bump his. She can smell the rum on his breath, that bit of orange he had in his old fashioned earlier. “If you can kiss me without – “ she places her hand on his thigh beneath the table, delighting when he jumps and the whole damned thing jolts. “ – getting excited, then you win.” 

He tilts his head, lips brushing hers the barest amount. “What do I win?” 

She shrugs. “Whatever you’d like.” 

He hums, hand releasing her wrist to drag up her arm instead, tangling in the ends of her hair before curling around her neck, nudging her closer. “And say I do, get excited, as you say,” he thumbs the space just under her ear and her breath catches in her throat. “What do you win?” 

She grins. “How ‘bout you find out, sailor?”