Antea had been feeling strange since she had learnt about Robb's suggestion of making her Theon's wife. She could not deny that she had felt quite joyful, because of her growing feelings for Theon, she could see herself being married to him. Being protected and loved by him.
"Mother had gained the passage at the Twins through my engagement. And Arya's..." Their sister's name had brought a vail of saddness in both Antea's and her brother's eyes a morning as she and Robb took a walk in the gardens.
"And that made me think," he kept talking with resolution, the King taking over once again the appereances of her brother. The crown was a heavy weight, indeed.
"Think of what?" she asked as her eyes moved to the two direwolves happily playing with each other, the same way they did when they were just pups. Shadow's fur had always been the darkest of the litter, but Robb told her that Shaggydog had became even more darker and aggressive.
"After this war, if I..." Robb's hesitation let Antea know exactly what her brother was referring to.
No, she thought as she took her brother's hand as they walked, You're going to survive, brother, you have to...
"Well, I'll be a husband," he talked once again, with a hint of incredulity, "And I need to know that you are going to be taken care of," he said turning his blue eyes to her. They were twins, yet Robb had become taller than her, she had never realize it as she did now.
"It is only a matter of time before you will be bethorted to some lord, and I want to know that you are safe." Robb said, almost as if he wanted to justify his choice. Antea had never had secrets with her twin, but she had never dared to tell him what was happening between Theon and herself. She knew it was highly inappropriate for a lady to behave in such way.
So, she kept quiet, to let him continue, "I trust Theon with my life," he said, "And I couldn't think about anyone else better to be your husband. If that's what you want, of course."
Antea found herself wishing for nothing more. The thought of her and Theon off to be wed to someone else had been a growing concern in her heart as her feeling for the Greyjoy boy got stronger. She cared for Theon, more than she ever thought she would. And knowing that soon she would be his and he would be hers for a moment, just a moment, had releaved her form the worry of the war.
As they kissed under the stars that night Antea felt light, almost happy, to be in Theon's embrace. He kissed her with passion and expirience, while she clanged at him, following his moviments, letting herself being carried away by the heat of his body against hers.
"My lady is quite passionate, tonight," Theon joked, pulling back to look in her eyes, flashing her one of his infamous grins. She was fond of his smile, it annoyed her, but it made her feel safe.
"Stop mocking me," she said, giggling hiding the blush that was becoming more evident on her cheeks.
He laughed, "On the contrary, I find this endevour quite lovely," she tightened the grip around his neck as her back was against one of the trees in the garden of Riverun. She had been so sad and angry since the letter with words of the death of her noble Father. Even her dreams had became agitated. How did he do that? How did Theon managed to make her forget?
"What are you thinking?" he asked nuzling his nose against her neck, sending queer shivers down her body. They had kissed many times, but his lips never went anywhere else from her lips. Why was that gesture making her feel that strange sensation?
Her heartbeat was getting quicker, and she almost thought that Theon could feel it through her chest. "Am I truly to be your bride?" she asked, feeling him smirk against her skin.
"The most beautiful bride," he whisperd as his trail of kisses made her close her eyes, as she let out a strange noise from her lips. It was queer sound, that she had not been able to hold back. And Theon brought her closer until there was no space between their bodies. He moved to the other side of her neck, and she let out another of those whails. He seemed to enjoyed it, since she could feel his hands travel down her bottom. She blushed liking how his fingers gripped the flesh above her gown.
Letting out another quite cry, she called his name involoutnary. But only her hush words were needed for him to touch her lips with his own. Antea's hands went back to his hair, loving the feeling of having it between her fingers.
"You're so beutiful," he whispered against her lips.
That kiss was different, they had never kissed like that. It was like it was an anticipation of something, far more greater, with far more meaning.
"And soon you'll be mine," he whispered again, and a strange feeling formed in between Antea's legs. She had never felt that strange sensation.
"Theon..." she moaned again, "I feel queer." She spoke in all honesty. And the boy moved away to look into her eyes.
"Queer? How?" he asked with a hint of concern, that changed in a smirk when she blushed, unable to put into words what she was feeling. But that face made her flare with embarassement, as she pushed him sligtly with a resented look.
"Do not mock me!" her protest only made him laugh a little more. Why was he laughing? Did he take her for a fool?
"Theon!"
"Forgive me," he said not moving away from her, "But what does the Septas teach to you young ladies about men and matter of pleasure?"
"Pleasure?!" Antea asked in a hushed whisper, suddenly afraid that someone would hear them.
"Are you truly so innocent?" he asked with a smirk, and loving eyes. As his arms brought her even closer, until there was no space between them. Antea found herself unable to speak as she observed every corner of Theon's face. And she found herself silly when she realized that she did want nothing more than to feel his lips on her again.
He smirked as if he had read her mind, as he moved closer, "Do you feel queer when I'm this close to you?" he asked breafly kissing her lips, only to start a trail of kisses all down to her neck. "Do you feel good when I'm this close?" his whispers in her ear, only made her moan once again. She was so caught up in what he was doing, that she had no words to describe what he was making her feel.
He smirked against her skin, before moving one of his hands down her body, taking in between his fingers the plush skin hidden by her gown. She closed her eyes, as his hand moved up her leg, getting the fabric up.
Antea knew that was something she shouldn't be doing. The both shouldn't be doing it. But the feeling of his lips on her neck, and his hands caressing her leg, pushed aside that thought. She wanted to be in his embrace, she wanted to feel him so close.
When he pulled her leg up, so that in was resting on the side of his hip, their centers were pressed one against each other, and she blushed when she felt something hard touching her through her undergarment.
Antea felt the blush flare like never before at the feeling, and then Theon looked at her in the eyes, taking her face with his free hand, so that he could have easier access to her lips. He kissed her passionately, almost hungrily, and Antea found herself to kiss him back with the same endevour. The sensation between her legs had came back as their kiss deepened.
But then Theon moved his hips against hers, his hardness creating a friction that made Antea feel a strange, yet blissfull feeling. She tired to kiss him back, but as his moviments became more sensual and faster, Antea fond herself to pull her face away, needed to breath, but only those whails came out of her mouth.
Theon smirked, as he kept with his ministrations. Antea could not keep her eyes open, and she could not stop making those sounds. Then he kissed her again, shifting his body so that she could feel his hardness even more. The sensation was sweeter than anything she had ever expirienced.
"Such lovely sounds," he whispered in her ear, the sensation of wettnes in between her legs getting stronger. And as he groaned in her ear, she felt brave enough to move her hips like he was doing. Antea looked at his expression, suddenly changing. His eyes were shut and from his mouth came out similar sounds as she was.
Am I making him feel like that? She thought as she touched his face, to bring him close for another kiss.
"I need you," he spoke against her lips, their hips still moving. Antea did not know what he meant to do, but then he felt his hand, the one that was keeping her leg up, moving towards her inner most part. She blushed once again, when their eyes met, and for some reason Antea found herself nodding.
Only in that moment his fingers moved, she moaned when she felt them get inside her undergardmens, touching the skin. He would explore her most inner part, making her moan in his mouth as their lips touch.
"You're so wet," he whispered against her skin, as his fingers kept giving her all those goosebumps that she had never expirienced before.
"I'm sorry," was the only thing that she tought of saying. But he smirked again, before she felt him insert one of his fingers inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, gripping Theon's shoulders strongly, to relieve some tension as he start to move. That made her whine even more.
"Theon..."
"Breath, my sweet," he said against her lips, his finger still moving, making her difficoult to say anything but his name. And when she felt another of his fingers inside of her, she had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.
Theon smirked again, pushing her hand away so that his mouth could replace it. Antea felt a strange knot in her belly, as her hands found his hair, and her mouth desperately attouched to his. His moviment had become faster and harder and Antea felt that knot thightening more and more inside of her, until she let out a last moan as her vision blurred for a moment.
Theon move to hold her by her waist, keeping her up due to her whobbly legs. And he kissed her once more, "Still feeling queer, my lady?" he asked with a smirk, gaining a little push from Antea, that with heavy breath spoke, "Shut up."
The endevor of that night had possessed Antea. After the moment they had shared in the woods, the young lady dreamt of Theon's hands on her body, in her body, and when they met it was almost impossible for them to not be carried away by their passion. Antea loved his lips on hers, his fingers against her skin, and his manhood inside herself.
The first time it had happened, Antea had managed to sneak out from her chamber, like she used to do when she was just a little girl to go unnoticed in the kitchen and take some waffles for her and her siblings. She was good to go unnoticed if she wished to. And that's how she was able to enter in Theon's chamber that evening, after she came to know that Robb had asked for a meeting with her uncle Edmure, her uncle Brynden and Theon. She wanted to know what was the reason behind that meeting, and when she came to know that Theon had to scout a group of Lannister men in the woods with the Black Fish. Dread had taken over the young lady and the two of them had started to argue, only before their words were replaced by passionate kisses.
They hungrily expolored each other bodies, kissing fiercly. She knew that the Septa Mordane would have been so disappointed in her. A lady should not indulge in such behaviours. But Theon's touch was able to make her feel like never before.
She needed him.
She loved him.
When she set eyes on his bare chest she felt like there was no other place she wanted to be, and when she showed herself naked for him she knew that she liked the gaze he was giving her. And when his manhood was before her, Antea decided that she did not care about being a proper lady, she wanted to feel him close. She wanted to be loved by him.
And he did.
The feeling of his fingers in her were not remotedly close to the bliss she felt when he was compleatly inside of her. Their naked skin touching and their bodies joint. She felt full by him, and safe, and happy. She had not been feeling like that in a long time. Since she had left Winterfell.
They loved each other for hours, kissing and caressing and whispering. He'd touched her with such care, that she wondered if her life would truly be that beautiful beside him. Or if all of that was just a fever dream, that could be over in any moment.
"How are you feeling, my sweet?" he asked as they had just reached their most blissful moment. He was still inside her, caressing her hair as her fingers trace the lines of his face.
"I don't think there's a feeling better than this one, my lord," she spoke with sweetness and he smile before kissing her once again.
"I don't want you do go," she said with sincerity, observing him take a breath.
"Antea..."
"I know you have to," she added, keep caressing his face with care and love, "But... I need you with me."
Theon looked in her eyes before laying his forehead against hers, "Not even the gods could keep me away from you," he vowed, and for some reason she felt her eyes fill with tears, "I would always come back to you."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
When he had to leave Antea found herself pacing her room obsessively, looking out at the window as if she could see where Theon was, if he was alive and coming back to her. She though it was a silly behavior, but after what had happened to her father, having to let go on the people she cared the most gave her much axiety. There was a war outside of those, and death, and grief.
Antea had never thought that she could ever come close to feel a pain great as the one she felt when her Father had been killed. But she was not sure anymore. Her family, Robb and now Theon, too. She didn't want to lose any of them. She wouldn't survive. Her mind would probably go crazy.
So she waited, and waited. She spent her days with her mother, attending her Greatsire, Lord Hoster Tully, now sick and blind. Antea felt for her mother. She had just lost her husband, and soon she would have buried her father too. Life could be cruel.
Other than that she stood in her chamber, waiting for Theon's return. And when he did, it was an evening and he was the one that went to her chamber this time. Antea was quick to run to him as he stepped in, thorwing her arms around his neck and her lips on his. They kissed as Theon closed the door.
"You're back," she said with an incredulus smile and tears in her eyes.
"I will always come back to you," he spoke showing her his beautiful smile, "You are mine and I'm yours."
They loved each other again that night, passionately and fully. The fire lighting them for hours as their naked bodies tangled in the most intimate of the embraces.
He is mine, and I'm his, Antea thought with love as they kissed in the quite of the night.