Lydia shifted with him, moving silkily at the same time he did so she was straddling him still but also laying over him as he made himself comfortable in her -- it really was theirs -- bed. Sliding a hand over his shoulder, she grinned a little more because she could see the appreciation in his dark gaze and it made her preen for a moment.

"Why kill him? Would that really give you the satisfaction you're looking for?" She moved her other hand to his face, teasing her fingers along his cheekbone as she leaned down to kiss him again. This time it was soft and sweet, counteracting the teasing heat from a moment before but she liked to keep him guessing.

"I mean, you really only want your kingdom, don't?" She asked as she lifted her head to look at him again, watching his face as she deliberately rolled her hips to slide against his barely restrained arousal. The friction was bittersweet, setting off little sparks as denim rubbed through damp silk but she knew that he liked it as much as she did.