CJ

Waving your arm in the air you tried desperately to get your girlfriend's attention but it was no use. You had never seen her look this defeated, usually spotting a sly cocky smirk after a match now replaced by a blank face. Rhaenyra stood there, lower lip bloodied, face flushed a volcanic shade of red, as the referee raised Cilara’s hand in victory. Your silver haired boxer turned to her opponent after the applause died down, shaking her hand in a show of sportsmanship, even though you knew she wanted to knock that smile right off her face. 

Collecting your items you raced back behind the scenes to meet Rhaenyra, knowing she would need to see you as soon as she was away from the crowds and cameras. You pushed open the locker room door to find your girlfriend sat on a bench, head down towards the floor. “Oh darling.” You cooed, sinking onto your knees in front of her. 

“I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. That fucking smirk on her face.”  She groaned. “I’ve lost it all.”

You grabbed her balled up fists and rubbed them between your hands, softening them with your touch. “Of course you haven’t. One bad match doesn’t undo all your hard work.”

She made eye contact with you for the first time since you’ve walked in, her lavender gaze softening. “I really needed to win this one.” The devastation was clear in her voice. 

“You say that about every match, sweetheart. So she was egging you on before the fight, but don’t they all do that anyway? How many fans even know who Cilara is? This one minuscule loss doesn’t define the rest of your career. One match out of, what 15?” She rolled her eyes at you, knowing where you’re going with this. 

“Thirty-six and you know it.” 

You smiled. “See! How much are you going to beat yourself up for one fight out of thirty-seven?”

She pushes herself out of her crouched position, sitting up straight. Rhaenyra ran her hand across your jaw, massaging it with her calloused thumb. “You’ve made your point. I suppose I could stand to let this one go.” 

Rising to her feet Rhaenyra pulled you up with her. “You’re still a winner to me, baby.” You pecked the corner of her mouth, careful to avoid her injured lip. The ghost of a smile flashed across your girlfriend's face. “Now let me take you home.”

The drive was peacefully silent, after a night of hundreds of people screaming in the arena around you your ears enjoyed the reprieve. The Targaryen’s fingers intertwined with yours over the centre console. “Have I ever told you you have lovely hands?” Out of the corner of your vision you saw her eyes were admiring them like it was the first time she’d seen them. 

“I don’t believe so but I could be wrong. There are too many compliments of yours to keep track of these days.” You joked back. 

“You could never get in a fight with these things. They’re too precious to ever be injured.” Her pointer finger ran over your knuckles. 

“So it’s a good thing I have you then, isn’t it? My big strong girlfriend.”

“Don’t you start talking dirty to me now.” Her tone sounded teasing, but you sensed the genuine hunger that laid beneath. 

You always knew just what buttons to push with her. She might seem like an intimidating figure but she became putty with a little praise. It’s what she yearned for, what pushed her career, and what kept her going in the bedroom. Rhaenyra being the only child of the most notorious family in all of Westeros grew accustom to doting from everyone around her. It was only natural that this carried on when she became an adult.

Pulling up to the house you co-habilitated together you had barely reached for the car door handle when Rhaenyra pulled up beside you, opening it with a shit-eating smirk gracing her features. You climbed out, shutting the door behind you. "For someone who just got her ass beat you sure are quick."

The blonde put here fist to her heart like she had been mortally wounded. "Kick me while I'm down why don't you?"

As soon as you entered your domicile you rushed off to the washroom turning the antique faucet handles of the tub on at full blast. No Matter how much of a facade your girlfriend put on you knew she was still hurting both mentally and physically. She could never trick you, you could read that stubborn woman like book. You grabbed a bag of potent muscle relaxing bath salts from under the sink to sprinkle a small amount into the filling tub.

Slinking down the hall to your room you shed yourself of all the glamour from the fight.

"Where has your mother gone, hm?" Rhaenyra asked loudly to Syrax, hoping you would hear and come comfort her with your presence.

"Patience is a virtue." You yelled back pulling the silk robe over your now bare body.

You came out from hiding revealing your change in attire. Rhaenyra turned her gaze from the orange cat to you, mouth falling open an almost imperceptible amount. A pattern you noticed was the less items of clothing were on your body, the more Rhaenyra liked the 'outfit'. Enjoying the attention you invited her to join you in the bathtub.

"I can't think of a better idea."

Sauntering away you knew she was following you without even having to look back, her footsteps clumsy against the hardwood floors, You would bet good money she was watching your ass too.

Steam cascaded out of the washroom like the fiery breath of a dragon. Bent over you turned off the faucet, the water at just the level you desired it to be. Swivelling your head over your shoulder you looked towards the blonde behind you, her eyes still glued on your behind. Clearing your throat you alerted her to your gaze, eyes snapping out of their trance. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to undress?"

She rubbed the back of her neck, eyelids closing as if in pain, exaggerating her soreness. Her biceps flexed with the movement. "You know I don't know if I can do it all by myself. Could you help me?"

You moved towards her, swaying your hips. "Oh, you poor baby." Lower lip jutted out in a pout as you spoke. "Just needs my help with everything, now don't you?"

One hand on her neck your fingers slipped under the bottom of her black tank top, lazily peeling the stretch fabric from her skin. Palm grazing the expanse of her abs till you met the peak of her right breast. She shook under your touch, a shiver running down her spine. After the shirt was discarded, you slowly made your way down to the floor, knees meeting the bathmat below. Your face centimetres away from her skin you leaned in to kiss her hipbone. A pale purple bruise was beginning to show from a particularly low blow from Cilara dished out in the ring.

Rhaenyra's head rolled back, her fingers smoothing over your hair. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

"No such thing." You hummed against her skin, continuing to kiss her from one hipbone to the other. Your hands fell from her sides to the waistband of her shorts and boxers, pulling them down at your leisure to expose her bare body underneath. God's you loved her thighs, so strong and muscular from all her days training and fighting. You could be buried between them for hours with no need to come up for air.

The Targaryen yanked you up from your position on the floor, melding her mouth with yours in flurry of devotion. You felt the tip of her tongue coming out to lick at your lips when you pulled away. "You're going to hurt yourself even more." Pointing to her bottom lip, a deep red crack smack in the middle.

"Your kiss could never hurt me." She insisted tugging you back towards her. Her hands slid down from the sides of your face to the belt of your robe. Opening it blind and with ease she brushed if from off your shoulders, leaving you both naked.

Goosebumps arose on your body from the sudden exposure to the air. As much as it pained you you moved away from the kiss once more. "We should get in before the water gets too cold." You suggested, lips trembling from the sudden chill.

Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, irises dark with need. She guided your body into the tub, hands resting on your lower back. Even in pain your girlfriend never stopped treating you like you delicate fawn. She worshipped the ground you walked on and you did too.

You sunk down to bottom, adjusting to the soothing heat that surrounded your lower half. The blonde followed suite. Cautiously she sat in front of your spread legs, her back pressed against your front. She melted in the water like an ice cream cone in the summer sun.

Reaching up you tugged the hair ties out of her silver locks, carefully undoing the braids you had put in her hair earlier. The memory made you smile to yourself. Since you had known Rhaenyra she has asked you to do her braids for her. She had never been much of a girly girl and the only person who insisted on doing her hair was her mother. It's a comfort to know she trusted you with such an intimate task from the beginning. Your fingernails massage her scalp, easing the tension left over from the tight hairdo.

She slunk further into the water, letting you take for control of her now pliant body. From the base of her skull your touch drifted down her shoulders, squeezing the taut muscles of her back, careful to avoid any red or bruised spots. "Your hands are like magic." Rhaenyra breathed.

"You haven't felt anything yet." You responded kissing her neck as your touch travelled from the back of the Targaryen down between her legs. A small gasp left her battered lips. You teased her, running your hand over her mound without touching where you knew she craved. Fingers running through the small cluster of blonde hairs surrounding her cunt. Your free hand moved to her breast, playing with the hard pink nipple.

This isn't the first time you've taken the reigns in a moment of intimacy but Rhaenyra had become accustomed to taking charge, she liked the sense of power it gave her. She would never admit to anyone she liked feeling taken care of a times, it would ruin the image she had built for herself. It was nice to have you in charge of her pleasure.

"Just let me take care of you my darling." Her head bobbed wordlessly in agreement with you. Finally tired of teasing you moved you hands farther down rubbing slowly against her aching clit. Rhaenyra's body jolted at the contact a long whine escaping from her. You continued at the same pace, slow and steady, as you littered from her jaw down to her collar bone with kisses. "So responsive tonight aren't you?" Turning her head Rhaenyra's lips collided with your own again, her desperation evident in the eagerness of kiss. Her pent up moans vibrated against you.

Your girlfriend's hips began moving at their own accord, the water mimicking her movements sloshed against the sides of the tub. Your grip wandered from her tits to her rocking hips, steadying them. You knew you couldn't actually overpower her but she gave in on top of you. "Careful baby, you wouldn't want to make a mess now."

"Just feels so good." She groans back, eyes glued shut in ecstasy.

"I know." You sympathized as an idea came to mind. Your girlfriend groaned as you pulled your hands away from her. "Here, sit up on the ledge for me." Rhaenyra gradually pushed herself out of your lap to the edge of the tub, resting her body weight against the cool tile wall behind her. Her skin glistened with a mix of sweat and water, hair cascaded around her, creating an angelic glow. The most beautiful woman you had ever seen sat in front of you desperate for your embrace.

You reached for her knees, spreading he legs once more. On all fours you pressed forward letting your lips skim the inside of her pale thighs before making contact with her gorgeous cunt. It had become flush with arousal, wetness seeping from its centre. You licked and sucked her clit into your mouth, feeling it pulse against your tongue. Rhaenyra moaned above you, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the lip of the bath. "Just like that, fuck that's so good! I love your mouth baby," The rambling turned incoherent as you continued your assault on her sensitive pussy.

You rocked with her motion, making sure she couldn't escape your touch. There were no words in all of Westeros to describe how filthy you both became when you were together. Both wanting to be pleased and delighted to please. Your grip on her thighs was suffocating, nails leaving crescent shapes in your girlfriend smooth skin. You needed to make sure all memories from tonight's match were obliterated from her mind. She repeated your name like prayer falling from her lips as she sinned.

Peeling your one hand from her thigh you brought your ring and middle finger to meet her centre, gradual and deliberately entering her at the same pace as your tongue. "Oh fuck," Rhaenyra whined, her head falling to the wall behind her. You moaned against her, turning your mouth into her very own personal vibrator. Your tongue drew small circles around her clit, never halting.

"Gods I'm so close, please don't stop!" Her voice came out cracked and ragged. You wouldn't dream of stopping in a hundred years. Thighs shaking around your head, she fisted at your hair to keep you in place. You looked up at her, eyes wide and eager to see her release. As fast as a flash of lightning Rhaenyra's orgasm took over her, shaking on your mouth lips she slunk like a rag doll. Her hands pushed you away soon after, becoming overstimulated by your touch. You wiped your mouth clean with the bath water, crawling up towards her.

"Was that up to your standards?" You asked and she chuckled through her breathlessness, opening her eyes to look at you with her loving gaze.

"Far beyond baby." She tugged you in for a sweet peck, the remnants of her cum now gleaming on her own lips.

"Now, how about we actually use this bath the way it was meant to be used." You grabbed the body wash and shampoo from the side, pushing her hair out of her face.

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you, rubbing her hands down your untouched body. "Fine, but if you don't think I'll be getting you back for this you are sorely mistake." She grins.