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His words left her with butterflies in her belly as he sauntered off to buy the next round. Good gods, she was reacting like a silly little girl. It wasn’t as if she had never kissed a boy before. Oh, there had been plenty of boys. But Bronn was no boy, she reminded herself for the second time that night. He was all man, that one, and likely twice her age. Who knew how many women he had kissed … and gods only knew what else. 

And he must be very skilled at kissing …

The thought didn’t exactly put her at ease. She could match him throw for throw at darts, but at this, he most certainly had the upper hand.

Meryll watched as Bronn returned to their table, a mug of frothy ale in each hand and a speculative smile on his face. He moved like a cat, silent and lithesome, and she knew he could be deadly when he wanted to be. He didn’t take his eyes off of her even once as he set the two mugs down on the table, and she did not fail to notice how he kept the ale close lest she try and take a sip without paying up.

Her heart was in her throat but she mustered up as much charm and bravado as she could nonetheless. “You drive a hard bargain, ser,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “Not just a kiss, but a proper kiss. And from a silly girl like me, who knows about as much about kissing as she does of throwing darts.”

The tall bar stool didn’t quite put her face level with his, but she only had to tilt her head a little bit upwards and place her hand behind his neck to pull his head down. 

Heart pounding, she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his– not really a kiss at all, nevermind a proper one – but a taste for what might be. She buried her face in his neck, suddenly overcome with shyness. She was in way over her head here. And why was she kissing him, anyway? He should be kissing her!

She raised her head to meet his dark eyes, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from grinning.

“Perhaps you could be so kind as to show me your idea of a proper kiss? I would not want to come up short for what i owe.”

When she echoed his words, he gave a nod and than snorted at the Frey girl, with a family like hers how could she not know about kissing, Bronn wondered to himself as he watched her tilt her head, pulling him closer into him. He felt his heart pounding harder and harder, nerves filled his belly and it quaked in anticipation as her lips met his only briefly.

A smile rested on his lips as she spoke, wanting to be shown a proper kiss, he realized that she had already pulled away, her head in his neck ever so briefly before he could move to her lips she had pulled even further back and he wanted to go fast and hard, kissing her like there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow for either of them but he also knew chances like this with a girl like Meryll wouldn’t come every day so he had to make it last.

Bronn leaned forward, a hand came to land on the small of her back, trailing up to her neck teasing as her as he did so until it went under her chin, cupping it to pull her closer to him as he leaned his head down, slowly advancing towards the wide eyed lady. “It would be my pleasure to show you My Lady. “ He purred in a breathy whisper before his lips covered Meryll’s in a soft and light kiss  not breaking away and after a few seconds he deepened the kiss slowly getting less soft and light but not pushing the boundaries of rough, hot and heavy just yet but he let his tongue slip by for a second, brushing over her lips testing her boundaries. He needed air, he needed it now and he broke the kiss almost unwillingly so and his eyes now heavy with lust looked at Meryll, not sure quite what to say until he gathered his composure. “That-that’s ah, how it’s done.”