~ Save the Dragons, ride a Targaryen ~

Her hand hung at her hip from the doorway, shaking her head as she stepped into the room.

That same argument carried on for a few more minutes before dissolving into laughter and accusations of snack theft. Which wasn’t exactly wrong. Somehow he’d devoured the entire bag before you and Kat had properly sat down onto the couch.

The apartment had gone hazy around the edges. Incense burned slowly in the corner beside an army of plants crowding the windowsills. Someone had cracked open a window, the thick air blowing out through the blinds with the distant hum of the city around you.

You’d found yourself curled up on the couch somewhere in the middle of it all, tucked beneath an old blanket you’d long since claimed as your own.

The camera sat abandoned on the coffee table, tossed aside where you’d left it. But Bobby, being him, he noticed it immediately, the calm silence going with it.

“You’ve got film in this?”

You cracked one eye open, Kat stirring beside you as she flicked through the tv channels.

“Maybe.”

He picked it up with careful hands, turning it over beneath the amber lamp light. It was one you’d been gifted, a cheap little recorder enough to fit in a few tapes.

“Y’know you don’t leave a loaded camera lying around,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, checking it out at all angles.

Kat snorted from beside you, nudging you with her arm.

“There he goes.”

“What?” Your head angled to look at her, rested onto the seat of the cushions behind you.

“Film geek Bobby.”

His eyes widened in mock surprise, but he didn’t speak, entirely transfixed on the device in his hands instead. From the high or his pure passion you weren’t sure. Likely both.

“You only have…” He checked the counter, scrolling his finger along the wheels and buttons.

“Eight shots left.”

“How can you tell that?”

Bobby looked up at you over the top of the camera, offended. He adjusted the focus ring absentmindedly while he talked, thumb brushing over the body of the camera like muscle memory.

“This lens is nice,” he said. “Did you thrift this?”

“Sure did.”

The teasing expression he had given you softened immediately.

“Oh.”

His fingers became gentler somehow, smiling at you as he continued.

“…Then we should use the rest properly.”

And he does. Of course.

He crouches by the plants, catching Kat’s mid rant about something that happened at work the other week, casting across the room like it’s something important. And not as plain as it is. You then find the camera angled at both of you, a smirk appearing just behind it.

“Bobby.”

“Hm?” He barely registered over the way he stared into the lens, inching closer to you teasingly.

“Don’t.”

“Why?” He pulled back just a touch, you and Kat curled under the blanket grimacing at him.

“Because we look half asleep.”

He leaned back down and peered through the viewfinder anyway, his own lidded eyes peeking over it.

“Exactly.”

But it wasn’t what he saw. Sure, the pot you’d smoked horus ago had left all three of you mellow, perfectly relaxed and comfortable lounging together. But there was more. His fingers pressed onto the zoom, turning the lens to fit you both into the recording, and in his eyes, perfectly.

The clear, white haze swirled about the room, sunlight peeking across you and Kat in dappled patterns, across your face, your eyes, the faces of the two people he found loving the most.

“You look great.. perfectly candid, see.”

He slid down between you both then, straightening his back just before he parked himself onto the couch with. squeeze. He shut the camera off but kept it in his lap, tracing his fingers along the plastic as the tape saved to file.

You and Kat shared an amused glance over his head, awaiting what was apparently so.. perfect.

—

The television played to itself.

None of you had been paying attention for the better part of twenty minutes. Bobby had shoved himself further between the two of you, one leg kicked out beneath the coffee table, the other pressed against yours. His fingers absently traced over the worn leather strap whenever the commercials got too loud.

Kat had migrated at some point, curled into his side with the familiarity that she’d done a hundred times before. Her socked feet were thrown over him and into your lap, lazily nudging you every so often whenever she caught you gazing off into the distance. You rested at his other side, as eased as you could without the thoughts racing.

It was comfortable in every way, just as it always had been, but the tension still grew tight, somehow more than before. Somehow stronger since last time..

The apartment smelled like incense and old upholstery and whatever snacks had survived Bobby’s attempt at “sharing.” And it was warm, too warm.

Bobby glanced down at the camera, brow furrowing.

“Three left.”

“You’re still counting?” Kat asked.

“Of course I’m still counting.”

“Nerd.”

“Film enthusiast,” he corrected on instinct and you huffed out a quiet laugh.

“There’s a difference?” Bobby looked over at you then.

“A massive one.”

The television cast shifting light across the room. Blue. Gold. Blue again. Kat’s head tipped back against the couch cushion as she looked between the two of you.

“You know,” she said eventually, voice gone thoughtful, “we never actually used them the way we said we would.”

Bobby blinked.

“…What way?”

She shot him an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

And then the realisation dawned slowly across his face. Because they had spoken about it. Often.

“Oh.”

His hand tightened slightly around the camera.

“Right.”

You could feel both of them looking at you, the wright of their stare, and the apartment suddenly seemed much quieter than it had a moments ago. Bobby’s thumb brushed along the edge of the viewfinder before he glanced away toward the flickering television.

“Well…” he said, trying, and failing, to sound casual. “We did say next time.”

He looked back at you then, blue eyes looking more hopeful than he’d wanted to let on, his lip curving by the slightest when he saw you looking back. Tempted, wanting, unsure..

“And we’ve got a few shots left.”

Kat’s hand smacked lightly against Bobby’s chest, curled around him from his other side.

“Unless you… want to?”

She couldn’t quite hide the smile pulling at her mouth, strands of hair falling into her face as the pair of them looked at you. Neither of them pushed. The question settled softly between the three of you, wrapped up in incense smoke and television static and the warmth of sharing a couch long after whatever movie had been playing stopped mattering.

“Kat we’ve been through this..”

She knew it, all of you did. It was a yes. Everything said it. You’d known it the first time she snuck kisses your way, the way you orbited each other and the way they both held you days ago at the store.

“My turn this time..” Her lips found yours first, reaching over Bobby between you just to hold your face in her hands. Wet muscle poked at your mouth, running and tracing across the plumpness of your lip. Her fingers tangled into your hair, stroking her thumb at the apple of your cheek before tugging you downward.

Your back pressed into the worn plush cushions of the couch as she moved over you, all of you silently thanking the fact it curved into an l-shape and somehow fit all three of you on, tangled limbs and all.

Her knee slotted between your legs, the skin rubbing into the fabric of your pants. Bobby watched you both patiently, sliding to the other end to give you room, a shaky breath leaving his lips at the sight.

Her tongue slipped inside of your mouth, pressing it further open, hands sliding down your sides urging you to sit up onto the armrest. They worked together then, kneeling over you as their hands trailed your waist, rising where the other one fell. Careful fingers adored your skin, tracing the curves as you breathed right between them. Kat took off your jeans, tugging the fabric down your legs inch by inch, and Bobby took your shirt, rising it over your arms until you sat there bare.

The cool air kissed your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling as Kat’s mouth left yours and trailed lower. She pushed your thighs apart with firm hands, kissing down while her eyes gazed up into yours. Bobby stayed close at your side, kneeling where she settled over your aching heat, his fingers brushing your breasts.

Kat’s breath ghosted over your pussy first, hot and teasing, before her tongue dragged a slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit. She moaned against you, tasting you with a torturous slowness, sealing her lips around the swollen bud. Her tongue flicked fast, circling and sucking through your folds, scissoring two of her fingers to slide around them, curling deep against your g spot.

Your hips rocked against her face, and she devoured you with an eager hunger, swirling her tongue until slick began to coat her chin, dripping from her lips with your sweetness.

Bobby watched every movement, his cock already hard and flushed, shorts shoved down to his knees. “That’s it babe, get her dripping for me,” he rasped, one hand stroking himself lazily.

Kat pulled back only when your thighs started to tremble, reluctant with her lips shining. She licked her lips, savouring you on her tongue as she nodded toward Bobby with a flushed smirk.

“Okay, up you get baby..” Bobby patted his thighs, shorts bunched at his knees as he moved to lay long ways shamelessly across the whole length of the cushions.

You swung your leg over Bobby’s lap, both of them watching with dark, hungry eyes. His hands gripped your hips as you lowered yourself, the thick head of his cock nudging your soaked entrance. A hand reached at your legs, slyly picking up the camera where he’d placed it onto the other armrest earlier.

It switched back on with the familar whirring sound, the faint glow of the screen lighting up Bobby’s face flushed and tranced. He let the camera find all three of you and focus just as you sank down onto him slowly, taking inch by inch until your ass met his thighs and he filled you completely.

“Look at you.. both of you fuck.” The blinking red flicked up with a stutter, his hand slotted carefully inside of the wrap, drawing your bodies into view.

“So lucky.”

The recording picked up where Kat moved behind you, kneeling close so the peaks of her hard breasts pressed to your back. One arm wrapped around your waist while her other hand slipped down between your legs. Her fingers found your clit, rubbing teasing, tight circles as you started to move. “Ride him just like that,” she whispered against your ear, voice low and encouraging. “Nice and deep. Feel how full he makes you.”

You rolled your hips, Bobby’s cock dragging against your walls with every rise and fall of his arms coaxing you. And Kat’s fingers didn’t stop, they were relentless, rubbing your clit in time with your rhythm while her free hand slid down to her own pussy. She spread her legs wider behind you and pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking them in and out with wet sounds that matched the slap of your skin against Bobby’s.

“Faster,” Kat coached, her breath hot on your neck. “Make him feel how tight you are. How good you feel..” Her fingers worked faster on your clit, thumbing it until your head fell back to her shoulder, her own moans bitten into the sides of your neck when her own fingers curled inside her. Bobby’s grip tightened on your hips, thrusting up to meet you as Kat’s touch pushed you closer to the edge, the three of you moving together in a wanton, desperate rhythm.

“So good.. so good for us.”

Sweat beaded over Bobby’s forehead, sticking tacky to skin where you all rocked together. His hand stoked at Kat’s thigh, soothing circles across the skin just as he did for you, her lops reaching and kissing up the back of your neck. Your back arched in their hold, folded between them in heat and lust, taking all of him as he fucked himself deeper.

“Our girl hm? Want to remember this.. want to..” The camera seems to cut just where he captures the wrecked look on your faces, it slipping from his grip where his own greed tightens. The need too much, the control slipping, and it fell helplessly with a bounce onto the blanket.

His hands clamped tighter at your hips where they’re were free, fingers digging in just at the hipbones to draw you closer, dragging you down so hard as he fucked into you. Your clit grazed the base of his cock, the few golden hairs rubbing at your clenching pussy.

The moan that left your lips was broken, tangled in a hungry desire. Kat swallowed it, and the answer that was left on your lips. Yes. Your bodies bunched together as he sat up, his torso rising into yours as his mouth wrapped around your nipple, teeth grazing over your sternum. His arm reached out for you both, hugging around you as far as he managed to draw you closer and closer to that peak you were chasing.

Your breaths mingled, mouth parted slack in pants and moans just along with the haze in the room.

Bobby’s hips snapped up harder, driving his cock deep with every thrust as your walls fluttered around him. Kat’s fingers rubbed frantic circles over your clit, her own soaked pussy clenching around the two digits she pumped inside herself. Her moans grew louder against your ear, turning into broken whines when her orgasm hit, body jerked bonelessly behind you.

Her thighs shook from underneath you as wetness coated her hand, her hips driving into the flesh of your ass as she came undone.

Bobby growled low in his chest and sat up fast, one thick arm stretching as far as it could to pull both of you tight against him. His lips latching onto a nipple as he sucked hard, the sudden closeness pushing you over the edge. Your pussy clamped down around his cock in heavy pulses that wracked your whole body into a shiver, Kat’s fingers working on your clit to urge you through it.

He groaned against your breast, each thrust turning sloppy as he chased his own high, pulling from you with a careful tug as thick ropes of cum spilt hot across your lower belly and the top of your cunt. Kat’s hand slowed on your clit, her own orgasm still rippling through her as she pressed messy kisses to the side of your neck. His cock twitched leaking onto his stomach, and the three of you made no attempt to move, staying locked together, breathing hard, skin slick and spent.

“Fuck.. wish we caught all of that on tape.” Bobby huffed out, raking a hand through his hair.

“Be grateful for what you got..” Kat breathed, eyes focusing as she eased herself, embracing you closer from behind.

“Hey.. no complaints here.” He held his hands up.

But you didn’t argue after that. Because after all his crudeness, all of you knew it was true. The same words repeating over and over that both of them had whispered and spoken into your ear.

Our girl, our girl, our girl..

Kat’s body sagged into yours, soothing at your arms as Bobby did the same at your middle, rubbing small circles across the skin until your breaths mingled once more, this time eased..

And you were lost in it, completely.

So lost in it, you couldn’t hear the pounding from the door on the outside. Not until the blinds peeked open. And a tapping on the window had you shifting.

—

Heavy knocking came from the door. Once, then twice, and again. Somehow you’d managed to ignore it for as long as you could, curled up and collapsed into eachother onto the couch, for what felt like only minutes.

Before you really had no choice.

Kat moved from behind you, stepping swiftly into the bathroom, securing a towel for you as you shrugged the rest of your clothes back on, her own being thrown back on instantly. The large t-shirt she’d pulled from the closet covering nearly her entire body. Bobby took the slow approach, shoving his shorts back on with a groan before standing, his bare chest flexed in the low light.

And then the door swung open, sunlight blinding the apartment as you and Bobby squinted to see who it was.

“Captain Clark..?”

Bobby leant onto the doorway, holding the door with the other as you came into view behind him.

And it was him.. their manager. Clark. He looked dumbfounded, taking the pair of you in as his face remained flat, almost apologetic.

“Kat..” Bobby called out. No answer. You looked down the corridor, hearing her fumble with the rest of her clothes and smoothing down her hair.

“KAT!” He called louder that time.

“I’m coming.” Her voice shouted down the doorway before piling in beside you both, her arm curling at your waist.

“I need that camera.. do you have that camera?..”

Clark eyed the three of you, offering an eager smile, one that left you all confused, rocking back onto your heels on anticipation. And the highs you’re all desperately attempting to hide. Though from the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, you supposed he wouldn’t have noticed.

“For what..?” Kat questions calmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

There’s a pause then between all of you, his eyes darting around as you just stand there.

“Research.”

Kat’s eyes found yours, then Bobby’s, and then back to Clark’s where all of you glanced at him wide eyed.

Bobby spoke up, nodding slowly with his fingers tapping on the wood of the door.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you might want to uh.. just don’t click anything.”

But he had explained that he’d need their help for it, it wasn’t a one man job, and that Bobby could hold onto the camera, seen as he’d be the one using it. Not Clark.

“Oh and bring your friend too. We’ll need all the help we can get.” He called out lastly, before turning from the doorway with a short, hopeful smile.

Leaving you all to question one thing.

His jaw was clenched; he looked at the person across from you—a study buddy of yours. You had introduced him a month ago as you walked into your shared flat with the tool in tow. It had been for a paper you got paired up for.

Daeron had nearly growled as he saw that stupid, smug grin on the guy's face as you disappeared into the room with him that first time. “Just a study buddy.” You had smiled and waved off Daeron's concern about the guy. You were too trusting for your own good.

He remembered his father often telling him as a teenager to keep his door open when he had a girl over. At the time, he found that rule stupid; oftentimes, nothing beyond the waist happened. But now he was older and a bit more knowledgeable and understood the concept of an open door. Not that he didn’t trust you; he did. He didn’t trust the guy with you.

Was it possessive of him to think like that? He just wanted you to be safe in your own house.

And now, he sat there, watching the guy trying to get into your pants while you, sweet, oblivious you, sat opposite the scumbag and laughed.

Was he jealous? Maybe. He didn’t want to admit he had some feelings for you.

He swore when you moved in together that you were off limits. Your friendship meant more to him than that silly, growing crush he had harboured for you ever since you called him up for that extra room in the flat. Well, love wasn't as predictable as he had hoped.

He took large sips from his pint. The bitter brew he liked so much tasted even more bitter than ever.

Suddenly, he got a text. Immediately fishing his phone out, he looked down, seeing a text from you.

‘Save me, Obi-Wan. You are my only hope.’

It had been a running joke between you two. He had dressed up as the Jedi Master for a Halloween party last year. He had even gone so far as to grow a beard for the part, and he looked so much like Obi-Wan Kenobi. And of course to remember it and show his children one day, you took many pictures to never let him live it down that he looked like his favourite Star Wars character ordered on Wish.

But now, the memory dulled in the face of your text. This was no joke. You wouldn't write things like that just for shits and giggles. Now it was a secret SOS. 

He left his half-drunk beer on the table and hurried over to yours.

Only now could he see your posture. Rigid and stiff. You had never sat that straight since he'd known you.

“You called, Princess,” he rasped, holding out his hand to you. Daeron saw the relief in your eyes.

Quickly, your hand shot up to his offered hand, grabbing it tightly, glad to escape this horrible date and leave immediately. Your tight-lipped smile turned into a relaxed one.

You put your share of the money on the sticky pub table and said goodbye – ever the nice person, always trying not to make people uncomfortable or angry. 

As you left the pub together, Daeron turned over his shoulder and threw the guy the same smug smile your date had thrown his way during your dinner. He wasn't as nice as you. He openly admits he is a petty bitch. But it ran in the family. 

As you walked, he placed his hand softly on the small of your back. For your comfort, of course!  “You okay there, princess?” he mumbled as he held you close. You nodded softly, leaning closer.

“Yeah, you came just in time.” He chuckled. “That’s what roommates are for.” He kissed your forehead softly. You hummed, your smile softly faltering. But Daeron didn't notice. He was too busy getting you home safely. 

“You don't get it!” Kira rolled her eyes at you. She stirred her pink latte impatiently. “I don't get you all chickening out whenever you see him. For R'hllor’s sake, you are roommates!”

Valarr sat there, staring into his coffee and wishing his girlfriend hadn't pulled him along with her.

You sat opposite them, your head in your hands and your elbows on the table. “I thought he would get jealous if I went out with the guy. I even endured alpha male talk!”

“You know Daeron isn't confrontational,” Valarr piped up, trying to defend his older cousin. “He never actually was. He hates conflict.”

You shot him a glare. “I know. I live with him. He hides in the bathroom when I can't find my snacks because he accidentally ate them while he had the munchies.” You growled, holding your own beverage a little tight—maybe too tight.

Kira sighed. “Well, just talk to him!” Her pink nails tapped against the table. You looked at her as if she had kicked a puppy. She just shrugged. “Chicken. Both of you. You are living together already. You have inside jokes, for God’s sake!”

“But I don't want to lose him!” you whined. 

Valarr rolled his eyes this time. “You both are perfect for each other,” he muttered under his breath, taking a sip of his coffee. He was fed up with you and his cousin dancing around your feelings. Suddenly, he felt eyes on him. He looked up, seeing both his girlfriend and you looking at him with death stares. Did his shirt always feel so tight? He adjusted his collar. 

“Spill!” Kira growled, stopping just short of pinching his side. Valarr grew hotter, his ears turning red. He began to squirm in his seat. He saw you lean closer to him, ready to pounce over the table like a predator. He swallowed thickly. 

“He made me promise not to say a word. He is my cousin after all!” He cringed, scooting farther down in his chair. 

“Valarr…” his girlfriend growled. 

Valarr grew even hotter, his face the colour of a tomato now. “Gosh, yes! He has the biggest crush on you, but he had sworn never to act on his feelings because you are roommates!” Valarr blurted out.

Kira petted his head, muttering “Good boy,” while you threw your hands up in frustration.

Suddenly you got up. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to speak to my roommate!” you growled, your chair scraping against the floor before you stormed out of the café.

“Get your man, girl!” Kira hollered after you as you left the café. Valarr nearly sank under the table as people around them turned their heads.

Daeron was in his room sitting over a textbook. He sighed. He had read the paragraph multiple times, the words already jumbling together. Maybe he should just give up and become a full-time bartender. His life choices had already brought him the disappointment of his father. He couldn’t sink further in his father’s eyes than he already had.

His door burst open without a warning; you stood in the doorway, with windswept hair and a wild look in your eyes. “You are an idiot!” 

Daeron nodded in agreement. “Thank you for stating the obvious,” he muttered matter-of-factly. 

He watched you move into his personal space with a speed he didn’t anticipate at this moment. His legs spread on instinct as you stood between them. His head fell back on the headrest of his gaming chair to meet your eyes. You looked slightly stressed.

“I am an idiot, too,” you muttered, much calmer, your bottom lip jutting out. Daeron made a noise at the back of his throat. “No,” he mumbled. “You are far from being an idiot.” He sighed softly. He gently took your hand, pulling you to sit on one of his thighs. “What's wrong? Why are you running around calling people idiots?”

You bit into your lower lip softly. Daeron grew more worried. Your eyes swept to the floor, trying to evade his soft gaze. “Darling? Haven’t your parents taught you not to look away from a person when they are talking to you?” He gently hooked his finger beneath your chin and turned your head toward him. Your eyes met; he smiled encouragingly at you. “What's wrong?” 

A small sigh escaped your lips. “Do you have feelings for me?” Daeron swallowed thickly. He didn’t expect this kind of question. Was he going to tell the truth or the lie he had been telling himself since you two moved in together? 

Now it was he who looked down, his hand falling to his side, away from your face. “I—ah…” he let out a breathy chuckle. His ears grew slightly red.

You gnawed at your lips now. “Because I do,” you muttered shyly. “For a very, very long time. And I didn't know how to tell you.”

Daeron's brain short-circuited. He stared at you with wide eyes. He must have misheard you. “It just sounded like you had said you had feelings for me.” He chuckled, not really believing you.

With a roll of your eyes, you leaned closer, grabbing his head and pulling him closer. He had to crane his neck; his beautiful amethyst eyes widened as your lips slowly grew closer.

His breath stuck in his throat as their noses touched, his hands growing sweaty.

Meanwhile, you seemed calm, but on the inside you were screaming Bloody Mary. Sirens were going off in your head as you slowly leaned in, your soft lips laying on his slightly chapped ones.

Both of you stood still for a moment. No one dared to move until Daeron moved his hands to your lower back, gently pulling you closer—so close you had to straddle him. 

Your lips moved shyly across his, moving experimentally until both of you grew bolder. It was Daeron who teasingly swiped his tongue against your lower lip, tasting the vanilla lip balm on them and waiting to be granted entrance to your mouth. When you opened it slightly, one hand of his moved up your back to tangle in your hair. The kiss deepened, growing into a full-blown make-out session in an instant.

You didn't know how long your lips were locked together, only that your lungs burned for air. 

With a small gasp, you looked down at him. His eyes had gotten darker—he looked slightly feral.

Your hands had wandered too, one in his hair, the other beneath his shirt. But your hands weren't the only ones that explored. While one hand had stayed on the lower half of your body, the other was grabbing onto one of your buttocks. 

“Did you open my bra?” you panted, just now feeling your chest less supported. A self-satisfied grin appeared on his lips. “Sorry, habit,” he giggled, not one bit ashamed of his quite impressive sleight-of-hand trick.

You remained like this for a little while. You were straddling him on his desk chair, your hands in his hair and on his abs, which you didn't know existed. 

His hands remained on your neck and ass. His thumb softly caressed the soft hair on the nape of your neck. 

He felt like he was staring up at a statue of the Maiden. 

The light slightly caught in your hair, making it appear like you had a halo.

“Daeron, what are we going to do now?” The man in question leaned back gently. “I'm going to take you on an epic date. Not one in a seedy campus pub. I'm going to show you I also own button-ups and nice pants.” You giggled, making his grin wider and more lopsided. “And I'm going to treat you like the goddess that you are, even if my dad calls me and asks me if I have either lost my mind or have fallen for a scam. Because trust me, no money in the world will ever suffice to pamper you. I think I have to drain the world of its money for it to finally suffice, but I will try. I want to spoil you, and I will. And I will not let you go, because you are special. The most amazing person in my life.”

You melted back into his arms, your head leaning back down – your foreheads touching. “I don't need all of that money.”

He chuckled softly. “I just want to make up for the lost time and all the times I called you ‘just my roommate,’” he mumbled, catching your lips in another sweet kiss. “Already paid your debt,” you mumbled between kisses.

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