Warning! Some mature content.
Penelope didn't know what to think of herself for enjoying what Tyrion did to her now. Before this very moment, she would have found it strange if anyone spoke of doing this, yet she found herself gripping the blanket beneath her for dear life.
Was it right for her to think of herself as a lady after this?
Tyrion's name was repeatedly called from her lips, something she was certain he would tease her about when he was done.
This moment brought on new things which Penelope was inexperienced in and had to learn more about. Her stomach felt in knots for a moment, then she felt relieved not long after, and it was all due to Tyrion.
Penelope met Tyrion's gaze when he sat up. His tongue poked out of his lips as he savoured what lingered.
Penelope, once again, covered her face. How was she to face him after this?
"It's a little too late to be hiding from me, isn't it?" Tyrion asked, pulling her gown down to cover her legs.
