I have so much of you in my heart

You had stumbled into the maze after one too many drinks that night when you found Felix. His tall frame leaned against the statue, lips wrapped around the bottle that was half empty by now, sipping more of whatever was in there to numb his feelings.

His head was down, shoulders slumped but even like this he was still taller than anyone else. And more beautiful. He looked like God’s most perfect fallen angel with those wings and your lips curled up into an involuntary smile at the sight of him. You made your way over, the liquor in your own veins giving you the confidence you usually lacked.

He smiled back when he noticed you,”You lost, little bird?”

“Are you?” you teased, earning you another smile from him. 

That ever present smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes tonight. You had noticed it earlier upon seeing him on the dance floor as well, he was trying very hard to keep up the facade but here, behind the dark enclosures of the maze, it all fell apart.

“I might very well be,” he answered with a heavy sigh, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

You dared to step closer, enough to properly look at him but he didn’t reciprocate, his gaze avoiding yours, thoughts a million miles away it seemed.

“You alright?” you checked.

He took another long sip from the bottle before placing it on the statue behind him. ”Sure,” he then smiled, a little more convincing than before, but still a lie.”Right as rain,” he finally looked back at you, holding your gaze,”How are you, sweet Y/N?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, biting your lip before you spoke the next words,”I can leave…if you want to…you know…be alone to sulk over Oliver.”

He rolled his eyes but his lips quirked up into a grin,”Am I that obvious?”

“You both are,” you confessed with what you hoped was a warm, compassionate smile,”I’ll just go and leave you to your booze and…”

Before you could step back his hand wrapped around your wrist, gently, holding you in place. 

“No,” he spoke.

“No?” you teased, unable to stop yourself from smiling and leaning into his touch, willing him to pull you even closer. 

You always wanted to be closer to him.

“No,” he repeated in a whisper and then his lips were on yours in a soft, slow kiss and your heart nearly burst out of your chest. Your hands made their way into his neck, reciprocating his kiss, melting into him, bodies pressed up together, his tongue finding yours to deepen the kiss and steal your last coherent thought.

How you loved him, and probably always had. Your beautiful, sweet Felix. That gorgeous, friendly giant who befriended you when no one else would.

Maybe he really did have a thing for lost causes.

Felix sighed into the kiss, a satisfied smirk on his lips at all the desperate, little noises you made. His hands moved down to your waist and he spun you both around, placing your back against the statue, his lips now on your neck, sloppy wet kisses making their way down to your bare shoulders.

Your hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans so you could feel his toned skin under your fingertips.

“Felix,” you breathed.

He kissed his way back up to your ear, breath heavy when he whispered,”If you want this to stop, now would be a good time to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave,” you wrapped both arms around him and kissed his mouth again.

Felix laughed into the kiss, his hands pushing up your dress and then he broke the kiss to kneel down in front of you, pulling your panties down to your ankles. You quickly stepped out of them and he used the opportunity to grab your leg and place it over his shoulder.

You gasped out loud when his tongue started lapping at your clit. You braced yourself against the statue behind you while your other hand covered your mouth to keep yourself from crying out so loud they would hear you far beyond the walls of the maze and Saltburn. 

Felix didn’t waste any time, eating you out as if you were a dying man’s last meal, sucking and licking you to completion embarrassingly quickly.

The feel of his wet tongue invading your walls and his nose pressing up deliciously against your clit had you seeing stars and far beyond. You came with his name on your lips, legs shaking around him as he held you down and licked you through every last tremor.

Your legs were still unsteady when he finally released you and stood up, towering over you again. His mouth found yours in an all consuming kiss where you tasted yourself all over him, intoxicating you even further. You fumbled with his belt, desperate to get him out of his pants and into your aching wet heat. Felix was laughing into the kiss again.

“Aren’t you an eager little thing?” he teased, slapping your hand away and taking over, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down to free his cock. He was hard already, leaking at the tip and when your hand wrapped around his base the most filthy moan known to men left his beautiful lips, making you even more desperate for him.

Your leg was pulled up again, around his waist now and without further warning he was finally inside of you.

And it was better than you had ever imagined. 

Being with Felix was always like that, he was sunshine and rainbows in a world filled with grey. Everyone wanted to be in his light. You were no different. Ever since the first time he smiled at you on that warm sunny day at the university. 

You felt lucky to bask in his glow, even if it was just every now and then. Even if it was just once. It was a privilege, one you were sure you didn’t deserve.

He was patient at first, eyes searching yours to hold eye contact while he fucked you so sweetly and slowly, your back gently pushing up against the statue with every thrust.

“Hold onto me,” he breathed against your lips and you didn’t hesitate, wrapping both arms around him to cling to his shoulders as he took up the pace, one hand moving down to your ass to hold you in place so he could fuck you deeper.

“Yeah, just like that,” he moaned and kissed your neck again.

Your quiet, little whimpers seemed to spur him on. Your nails sank into his skin when he started breathing heavily with you, every snap of his hips pushing you closer towards that edge again and having him right there with you felt almost surreal, like something magical and out of this world. 

Deep in this enclosure of the maze, away from the real world, Felix lifted you to higher grounds again.

“You close, sweetheart?” he breathed into your ear.

You had no more words left, only whimpers and a quick, firm nod as you bit down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood.

His hand sank in between your legs to find your clit again, making you crash hard, walls clenching around him over and over, desperate to keep him right there but also powerless to stop the inevitable end.

Felix pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, he only needed two seconds to spurt his hot cum all over your stomach and legs. His body slumped against yours, his head falling on your shoulders with a quiet, long grunt.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him in your hug and he didn’t pull away. It took him a moment but then he returned your affection, pulling you deep into his arms to hug you back.

“Thanks,” he breathed into your ear,”I needed that.”

“Yeah, me too,” you confessed with a quiet giggle.

He leaned back to look at you after a while, giving you a lopsided little grin when he noticed the evidence of his peak running down your legs.

”Messed you up, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head with a smile.

“Here,” he took off his shirt and used it to wipe you clean. When he was done he handed the shirt to you and leaned in to place another soft, sweet kiss on your lips.

”Can you make your way out of here alright?” he then asked.

It was his polite way of saying “You can go now, we're done here” and you didn’t even have it in you to object.

“Can you?” you teased then, putting another smile on his face, making it impossible for you not to lean in and steal another kiss. One he willingly granted. 

“No more sulking tonight, alright?” you tried to cheer him up, give him back a little bit of the light he so often shared with you. “You are loved,” you added softly,”You know that, right? You are so loved, Felix. Catton.”

Your words made him lean in and press a soft lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you," he breathed, eyes closing in a heavy sigh as they got teary again.

You wanted to stay and comfort him, keep him right here in your arms and give him everything he could possibly ask of you.

But you knew you were not what he needed. And when he reached for the bottle again you knew there was nothing left for you to do but leave. Leave him to his heartbreak and his despair.

With a heavy heart you let go of him and stepped back. You hadn’t even fully turned your back to him yet when Felix gave into his tears.

You passed by Oliver on your way out of the maze. His intense, creepy stare made every hair on your arms stand up. His eyes weren’t even looking at you, they were only looking at your shirt, Felix’s shirt, which you wore with pride now. Having something of him to physically hold onto made your heart feel a little less lonely, but the blunt anger and jealousy in Oliver’s eyes made you feel uneasy to the point you wanted to take it off. Like you took something that didn’t belong to you.

There was something not right about that boy and the worst thing was Felix couldn’t see it. Or maybe he could but it was too late for him to turn his back on it.

Infatuation, desire, love, it has the power to crawl under your skin and settle itself deep into your veins until you have no choice but to bleed out. Felix was already poisoned. You couldn’t save him, nobody could.

The Targaryen villa was so immense one could easily get lost in its abundance of different rooms, stairways and halls. You were pretty sure you had walked this exact same hallway just a few minutes ago. They all looked alike and you’d been walking around for a while now without running into another living soul.

You hadn’t meant to go this far, you just wanted to flee the family gathering downstairs but once you’d started going up the stairs you had just kept going without looking back.

Anything to avoid seeing them.

You sighed in relief when you finally found some light at the end of the tunnel. Literally. The room at the end of the hallway had its door ajar and a ray of light came peaking through.

You knocked a few times and waited, when there was no answer you carefully pushed the door open, finding the room inside empty.

It seemed to be some kind of guest or entertainment room, there was a large made up bed and some sofas but you didn’t see any personal stuff anywhere. There was a fridge in the corner and a bar filled with drinks. The light was on which meant someone must have been here not so long ago and maybe you just missed them.

Just as you were about to leave again the other door in the room opened and you were no longer alone. You stood face to face with Aegon, who walked in with a drink in his hand and a surprised look on his face.

“Well, hello. How did you get up here?”

“I got lost,” you explained,”Is this your room?”

“It is tonight,” he smiled and let himself fall down onto the sofa, plopping his feet down on the coffee table,”This was meant to be a guest room but it’s so far up in the east wing I think the rest of the family forgot it exists.”

His eyes rested on yours for a minute, taking you in and trying to read your expression. You looked tense and more nervous than usual. “What are you doing all the way up here, Y/N?” he then asked again.

“I told you, I got lost,” you avoided answering his question.

”Must have been walking for a while then,” he remarked.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Want me to direct you back to the party?”

“Fuck no.”

The words left your mouth without even thinking and you bit your lip but Aegon just smiled.“You were trying to get out, weren’t you?”

“Not out, just…looking for a spot to hide out for a while,” you confessed.

“Well, you found it. You…um…wanna grab a beer or something?” he pointed towards the fridge and you gladly took him up on his offer.

If you had to run into anyone from the Targaryen family you were glad it was Aegon.

You and him had been friends for a while now, ever since your brother married Heleana and your family had started spending more time with the Targaryens. Heleana was a total sweetheart and Aegon had always been the most welcoming of the entire bunch.

To be honest those two were the only ones you could stand, the rest of that family scared the shit out of you.

For some reason you always felt at ease with Aegon. maybe it was because he never seemed to feel comfortable around his own family either. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that he was also fleeing the festivities tonight.

You let yourself sink down on the couch next to him and took a sip from your beer.”So who are you hiding from?”

He let out a laugh and shook his head,”Who am I not hiding from?”

You kept your eyes on him waiting for an answer but he didn’t elaborate.

“Okay, so you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” you teased.

He bumped your leg with his,“You first.”

You sighed but when your eyes met his you caved quickly. You’re not sure what it was about Aegon but he always had a way of making you feel you could tell him anything and he would never judge you for it.

“My mum,” you confessed,”And Viserys.”

“What’s Viserys done?”

“Nothing,” you sighed,”It’s just…my mum wants to set me up with someone from your family. Apparently she’s sooo happy with my brother’s new life she thinks it would be wonderful, for me, if I were to marry rich as well.”

Aegon rolled his eyes and took another sip from his beer, trying his best to sound casual with his next question,”So…who’s the lucky Targaryen?”

You sighed deeply,“Aemond.”

“Oh no, poor you.”

“Shut up,” you hit his leg, making him laugh.

“No but…I mean, Aemond’s not so bad,” he then tried to reassure you but you quickly shook your head.

“I don’t even know him, Aegon, it’s not…it’s just not how I imagined things.”

“Then say no, it’s your life, they don’t get to decide how you should live it.”

“I know,” you pulled your legs up underneath you on the couch and turned on your side, facing Aegon,”and my mum said it’s totally my choice and she’ll never push me into it but…I just…don’t know how to disappoint my family.”

Aegon snorted at that,”Want some tips? According to Viserys being the family disappointment is one of the only things I absolutely excel in.”

You smiled but gave him a more serious look then,”Viserys is an idiot. But I mean, it’s not like I don’t understand why my mum wants it, you know, financial security and all that.”

“Money doesn’t solve all your problems or buys you happiness.”

“Only someone who has it would say that.”

Aegon sighed and ran his hand through his hair,”Shit, you’re right. That was such a rich kid’s response, wasn’t it?”

You nodded,”I know what you mean though, having money comes with its own problems and responsibilities but it’s infinitely better than not having it.”

“But your family is doing okay now, yeah?”

“We’re okay, yes but I know where mum is coming from. I just didn’t feel like having that conversation about my future tonight.”

“Yeah, I totally get that.”

“So who are you really hiding from?”

He sighed and closed his eyes while he confessed,”Viserys. Of course, who else?”

“Why?”

“Because…he wants me to work in the family’s company and…I’d rather fucking die.”

“He can’t force you, can he?”

“He can disown me if he wants.”

“Would he do that?”

“I don’t know. And part of me wants to say I don’t give a fuck but…”

You smiled,“You’re used to your little life of luxury.”

“Yeah,” Aegon admitted,”Does that make me weak? It makes me weak, doesn’t it?”

“No, of course not. But, it’s like you said, money’s not gonna solve all your problems.”

He leaned back into the couch,”Yeah, maybe not.”

“What would you do? If you could have any job in the world?”

“Just get paid to play with my band.”

“Are you guys any good?”

His eyes lit up and he gave you a sweet smile,”You should come see us some time and judge for yourself.”

“Tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

“Okay,” he nodded and finished his beer,”Want another one?”

“Sure.”

“Think it’s safe to say neither of us wants to go back downstairs anytime soon.”

He took two more bottles from the fridge and gave you one before sitting down on the floor in front of the couch. You moved down to join him.

“What are we gonna do to pass the time up here?” you asked.

“Well, I could think of a few things we could do,” Aegon teased while giving you a flirty look and motioning towards the beds.

You hit him on his leg,”Don’t be gross.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” he avoided your eyes for a moment but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. 

It wasn’t the first time Aegon flirted with you. It seemed to come second nature to him, you never thought much of it. It was always playful and friendly and you knew it was just his way of communicating sometimes.

“Let me guess, there’s no Netflix up here or anything is there?” you asked.

“Nope,” he shook his head,”I doubt there’s even wifi up here. It’s just us. Sorry to disappoint.”

His eyes met yours again and you shook your head,”You don’t disappoint, Aegs, you’re the only Targaryen I’d ever want to be alone in a room with.”

“I still don’t know if that counts as a compliment,” his lips curled up into a smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What about a drinking game?” he then suggested.

“You want to get me drunk, Aegon Targaryen?” you teased him.

“I want to get me drunk,” he joked,” but you can join if you want.”

That flirty look was back in his eyes but you chose to ignore it this time.

“I mean, we can also talk about our families and insecurities and struggles in life,” he then added.

“Drinking game it is,” you shut him up quickly, putting that satisfied grin back on his face.

He was up in an instant to grab a few glasses from the bar and something a little stronger than the beers you’d been drinking so far.

“Okay,” he settled back down on the floor in front of you, filling up the two glasses,”So, truth or dare?”

You laughed and shook your head,”Absolutely not.”

“What? Oh come on, why not?”

“Because every dare you will come up with is going to be something completely inappropriate.”

He stared at you in feigned shock but you just narrowed your eyes at him.

“I am offended you would think that,” he then reacted,”Also a little flattered that you know me so well.”

He gave you a big smile and you couldn’t help but join in, his laugh was so infectious you realized how easily he always made you feel better in his presence.

“Never have I ever?” you then suggested and you didn’t miss the sudden interest peaking in Aegon’s eyes.

“You sure about that one?” he asked carefully.

You suddenly felt exposed under his gaze and the game hadn’t even started yet.

”Not so much anymore now, no,” you confessed with a smile.

He laughed softly,”I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry.”

And he did, at least in the beginning of the game. It started off so innocent. 

Never have I ever cheated on an exam. Never have I ever skipped school and lied to my parents about it. Never have I ever binged an entire series in one day. Never have I ever been so drunk I blacked out.

It was only after a few laughs, drinks and harmless confessions that the game took another, more sexual, turn.

Both of you were pleasantly buzzed by then and without really paying attention to it you had both inched closer to each other, your knees almost touching now. 

“Never have I ever dated more than one person at the same time,” you stated.

Aegon snorted and took a sip while your mouth fell open.

“What?” he smiled,” I’m a slut, don’t act so shocked.”

You kept staring at him and just shook your head.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you shrugged,”Your turn.”

“Never have I ever faked an orgasm,” he stated with a smug grin on his face.

You rolled our eyes and took a sip.

“Why do all women do that?” he asked with genuine interest.

“I don’t know, probably because we’re taught from a very young age that we’re supposed to be good and supportive and men can do no wrong so if we can’t reach our peak that’s still a reflection of our faults and not theirs.”

This time it was Aegon’s turn to stare at you with his mouth open.

“Sorry, was that too much?” you asked.

He shook his head,”No, not at all. That was…very fair. And quite sad.”

“But then sometimes,” you added with a smile,” Sometimes the sex just isn’t good and you just fake it to get it over with and get away from them quicker, and the idiots can never tell.”

”See but that’s still sad, I would never leave my girl unsatisfied and I’d hope she would feel safe enough with me to just tell me if I need to try harder.”

You’re not sure why his words made you blush but you had to avoid his eyes for a moment.

“Of course that never happens,” he then added with a smug grin, making you burst out in laughter.

“It doesn't!" he protested.

“I’m sure it’s happened to you as well, Aegs, all women do it.”

“Not with me,” he insisted.

“Up to 80 percent of women fake it sometimes, do your math.”

He was still firmly shaking his head,”Not with me.”

You sighed,“Fine, I’ll take your word for it, casanova, shall we move on?”

He opened his mouth to protest again but you were faster.

“Never have I ever been caught masturbating,” you blurted out.

Aegon just laughed and forgot about his protest to have a drink.

“Really?” you asked.

He just nodded,“My mum has seen things that will scar her for life.”

“Oh my god, Aegon, ew!” you covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed and he joined you.”Next, please.”

“Never have I ever...slept with someone I was actually in love with,” he confessed, and you both suddenly stopped laughing.

“Never?” you asked,”Not even a little bit? Like a crush?”

He shook his head,”Nope.”

“That’s sad, Aegon.”

"No, it's not, come on, sex is a great thing, whether you're in love or not," he shrugged.

"Yeah, but it's better if you are."

“You say that but I noticed you didn’t drink either,” he pointed out.

“No, I…I guess we’re both sad,” you smiled weakly and looked down until Aegon bumped his knee against yours and gave you a warm smile.

“Okay, next,” he said,”No more depressing ones now.”

You smiled and nodded,”Okay, um…never have I ever fantasized about a friend.”

Aegon’s smile was soft before he lifted his glass up to his lips and took a sip. He didn’t say anything but quickly moved onto the next one.

“Never have I ever cheated on someone,” he confessed. You looked at each other for a moment, neither of you drinking.

”So at least you’re an honest slut,” you then joked and he laughed while looking into your eyes.

“Gee, thanks.”

You smiled.“Never have I ever had a one night stand.”

HIs eyes stayed on yours as he slowly drank from his glass and then filled it up again.

“You know,” he sighed,”I’m beginning to notice this game isn’t really fair.”

“I can’t help it that you’ve done everything,” you pointed out.

“I have not done everything, you’re just very…”

You pointed your finger at him, warning him to choose his next words carefully.

“Less experienced than I am,” he then added,”which is perfectly fine.”

He placed his hand on your knee and gave it a soft squeeze.

“Yes, it is perfectly fine,” you repeated.

“So why no one night stand though?” he asked,”Is it a principle thing or you just haven’t felt like it?”

“I haven’t met anyone that made me feel like I wanted to,” you explained.

He nodded,”That’s fair. I bet you’ve had plenty of offers though.”

Your eyes met his,”Why? Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re really fucking hot,” he confessed with a small grin and then took a quick sip from his drink, trying to hide the blush on his face.

You wanted to ignore his flirty comment like you always did but you couldn’t help but feel the effect of his words this time, making you feel a little lightheaded.

“You wanna stop playing the game?” he asked.

“No,” you shook your head,”I think I have one more.”

Aegon moved a little closer to you and you were very aware of his hand still resting on your knee.”Go on then.”

You bit your lip and hesitated for a moment before speaking the next words softly,”Never have I ever kissed a friend.”

His stare was so intense it was making your head spin, both your drinks were untouched on the floor next to you, forgotten about now that Aegon seemed to only have eyes for you.

“Do you want to?” he then whispered.

Your eyes widened at his statement and he gave you a soft, sweet smile. Your mouth opened to speak but the words weren’t coming out.

His hand carefully moved up from your knee to your thigh, testing the waters, waiting for you to do something, anything, hit him again or yell at him and tell him to stop being gross. But you didn’t do any of those things, you just stared at him and he recognized that hunger in your eyes, it was a reflection of his own.

He pulled you a little closer to him until you were face to face and practically sitting in his lap. Then he moved his hand up to your face and gently cupped your neck, moving his thumb over your jaw and your cheek. 

You sighed into his touch.“We shouldn’t, Aegs.”

You could hear the words leaving your lips but your hands were clearly not on the same page, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards you and Aegon was doing nothing to make things easier on you. He was licking his lips and looking at you with so much lust in his eyes you were sure your protest would crumble as soon as he touched you again.

When his gaze fell down to your lips you knew you lost the fight.

He gently nuzzled your cheek, his soft voice was like velvet against your skin,”If you don’t want this I’ll stop right now, just say the word and I’ll back off, okay?” 

Your mouth opened to speak but you had no words left for him, all you could feel and think was how badly you wanted him.

“Do you want to?” he asked again.

“Yes, I want to,” your answer finally came, putting a relieved smile on his face.

“Good girl,” he whispered, which did not help your situation at all.”I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Aegs,” you sighed and looked at him, letting yourself drown into his pretty blue eyes.

“Will you let me kiss you?” he asked, brushing your nose with his.

You nodded,”Please.”

He cupped your face with both hands, looking deep into your eyes before he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in the softest, sweetest lingering kiss. It was over too soon and only left you wanting more.

Aegon moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you further into his lap and then he was kissing you again. The kiss was still gentle but also filled with more purpose. He started out slowly, just moving his lips with yours. Then he carefully licked into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his, waiting for you to open up to him completely before deepening the kiss.

The room around you was spinning now, his lips were intoxicating and addictive and you never wanted them to leave your mouth ever again. His hands made their way underneath your shirt to caress your lower back, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over your skin. 

You pulled him closer to you, hands tangled in his hair while you kissed him back with the same fire, setting you both aflame. 

You had kissed a few guys in your short lifetime and some of them had been pretty good, but none of those kisses came even remotely close to the way Aegon Targaryen was kissing you right now. As if he was dying and you were breathing life into him.

When you softly whimpered into the kiss it encouraged him to pull you even closer, straddling his lap now and you both moaned quietly at the first contact of his cock against your center. Even through all the layers of clothing you could feel him.

You grinned into his kiss.

“What?” he whispered in between kisses.

“You’re hard.”

“Thanks for noticing, of course I’m hard,” he joked and then bit your lower lip, making you moan softly which made him bite a little harder,”You have any idea how long I’ve wanted you like this?”

You broke the kiss to look at him in surprise.

“You really had no idea, didn’t you?” he realized and he shook his head in disbelief,”And I thought I wasn’t being subtle at all, I flirt with you all the time.”

“You flirt with everyone all the time!” you pointed out.

He laughed softly,”Okay, yeah, fair point.”

“Do you wanna talk about this?” you asked.

He locked eyes with you again.”No, I don’t wanna talk,” he then spoke softly,”I want to make out with you some more.”

His hands moved up your back, pulling you closer again and taking your mouth in another needy, sloppy kiss. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back and involuntarily your hips moved against his, making him hiss into your mouth. He rocked back against you, letting you feel just how turned on he was.

He was breathing heavily in between kissing you and his hands were now on your ass, holding you down on his lap while you rocked yourself on his erection. Both of you seeking out the friction and feeling the need to be even closer.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered against your lips and then started kissing your jaw and your neck, sucking on your skin and tracing patterns with his tongue. 

He was driving you insane. You had always found Aegon to be easy on the eyes but that’s as far as it went. You had never looked at him this way before tonight, and now it was all you could think about.

You needed him like you needed air.

You pulled at his shirt and he was quick to help you pull it over his head. He didn’t waste any time and quickly did the same with you, leaving you in just your bra. He couldn’t look away and the pleading look in his eyes put a smile on your face.

“Can I?” he asked eagerly,”Please?”

You just nodded and watched as he nervously unclipped your bra and then gently pulled it down your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

You couldn’t help but laugh,”They’re just tits, Aegs, I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of them.”

“I haven’t seen yours,” he answered in a soft whisper and before you could say anything else he was kissing down your neck and collarbone. And further down until he was gently sucking on your nipple, making your eyes close in a heavy sigh. His cock was twitching against your inner thigh, making you want him even more. 

You knew your panties were completely soaked by now and your pussy was throbbing so hard it was becoming entirely distracting.

“Aegon,” you moaned quietly and grabbed at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down a little,”I need to feel you.”

“I know, baby,” he teased, kissing his way back up to your neck, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered,”You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up, hmm?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“You sure, baby?” he checked.

This time it was your turn to tease him and you looked into his eyes while you grabbed his hand and lowered it in between your legs,”Why don’t you put your hand down my panties and feel how sure I am?”

You watched him swallow hard, his fingers moving over your jeans, even through the thick fabric he could feel how soaked you were underneath.

“F-uck,” he breathed.

You moved out of his lap to push him down and pull down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his erection from its confined space. He let out a sigh of relief, quickly followed by the most obscene moan you had ever heard when you wrapped your hand around his length.

Your eyes locked with his while you leaned down.

“Wha…what are you doing?” his voice sounded wrecked all of a sudden and you'd barely even touched him.

The mischievous look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know and just before you were going to take him into your mouth he pushed you back.”No, no…you can’t do that…fuck, baby…please don’t…”

“You don’t want me to suck you off?” you asked surprised.

He was biting his lip and cursing himself. He had dreamt about this so many times, fantasized and jerked off to this so many times but he knew if you put your mouth on him right now this would all be over within seconds. 

And he didn’t want his first time with you to be in your mouth. He wanted to be buried so deep inside your tight heat with your entire body pressed up against him, swallowing your needy moans and watching your face as he made you cum.

”I want nothing more than for you to suck me off but…I,”he stuttered over his next words,”I’m so fucking close to blowing my load…I just…that’s not what I want right now…”

He was blushing, clearly embarrassed and you thought it was the cutest thing.

”Okay, so no sucking then,” you pouted at him for a second but then gave him a sweet smile and he couldn’t help but smile back at you. Then he grabbed you and pushed you back, off the floor and onto the couch. His fingers were making quick work of your jeans and you lifted yourself off the couch to help him take them off, your panties going along with them.

Aegon stayed on his knees on the floor, his eyes meeting yours while he settled between your legs.

“What are you doing?” you asked with a weak voice, knowing all too well what he was doing.

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a playful, flirty look before putting his mouth right above your knee. Soft open mouthed kisses trailed your inner thigh, each one making you squirm a little bit more as he kissed his way higher and higher. That first lap of his tongue over your folds made you want to cry out in pleasure and you bit your hand to stop yourself from screaming so loud the entire family downstairs would hear you.

Aegon’s hand reached for yours, giving you something to hold onto, his other hand was on your inner thigh, spreading you open for him while he nipped and sucked at your clit.

“Not…fair,” you breathed, fingers squeezing his hand painfully hard but you couldn’t feel a thing apart from his mouth, sending you to heaven one lick at a time.

When he started fucking you with his tongue, nose pushing up perfectly against your throbbing clit, you were done for. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered,”Please…oh god, Aegs, please…”

His thumb started circling your clit and the room around you seemed to fade away. You were falling deeper and deeper until there was nothing but bliss. Tears filled your eyes and your back arched off the couch in one of the most intense orgasms you ever experienced.

Aegon didn’t rush you afterwards, let you ride out every last wave of it, kissing your clit and licking every last drop you offered him. When you finally came down from your high you pulled him up on the couch with you and into your arms.

His lips found yours in a filthy, deep kiss that let you taste yourself all over his tongue. His hands moved up to your shoulders and he gently pushed you down on your back onto the couch, his mouth never leaving yours. His left hand moved down to your inner thigh, opening you up again while his lips latched onto your neck.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he whimpered into your ear,”Tell me you want me to.”

His cock was heavy against your dripping center, begging to be allowed in but waiting for your consent, his leaking tip teasing your entrance.

“I want you to, god please, I want you to,” you were practically begging.

That was all the consent he needed and he slowly pushed himself inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he breathed in a shaky voice.

“Yeah, no shit,” you teased.

His lips curled up into a cheeky grin and he pressed his forehead against yours,”Wrap your arms around me, hold onto me, baby.”

You did as he asked, pulling him to you and locking eyes with his. You could have drowned in the ocean of blue staring back at you, his gaze was so unexpectedly soft and loving it was making your heart flutter and you both seemed to halt for a moment, just looking at each other.

Aegon was nervously biting his lip trying to hold himself back. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered,”You can let go.”

He moved his hips with a grunt, slowly fucking you into the couch. It didn’t take long for you to moan with him and set a pace that left you both breathless, chasing that much needed release.

“God, you feel so good,” Aegon’s whispered in between ragged breaths,”It’s totally…fucking unfair…how good you make me feel.”

All you could do was nod while biting your lip, his eyes were on you the entire time, not breaking eye contact once and it made the whole thing feel much more intimate. 

You knew Aegon’s reputation better than anyone, biggest slut in the city who didn’t do relationships only quick fucks, yet nothing about the way he was looking at you and touching you right now felt like a quick fuck, it felt like a whole lot more. 

Something you would have to think about and analyze later when he wasn’t a few seconds away from giving you another mind blowing orgasm.

“Aegs,” you moaned desperately.

“You close, baby?”

“Hmmm,” you breathed,”So close.”

His hand moved down between your legs to find your clit, giving you that last push you needed to fall apart completely and when you clenched around him he followed suit. His face buried into your neck, muffling his loud moans before he pulled out and spilled all over your thighs.

Desperate little whimpers against your shoulder when he came down from his high, clinging to you with all he had and then his lips were on yours again, kissing you so deep and slow you felt like you were falling again. 

When you broke the kiss to look at each other you both let out a deep breath that ended with you giggling and Aegon biting his lip and being unable to take his eyes off you.

“You good?” he asked.

You nodded,”Yeah, you?”

He nodded and placed a soft kiss on your cheek,”Can we stay like this for a while or…?”

“Or?”

He sighed,”I don’t…this is usually the part where the girl leaves.”

“Where she leaves or where you kick her out?”

“A bit of both, I guess,” he confessed and traced your jaw with his thumb.

“Do you want me to leave?” you leaned into his touch and looked up at him from under your lashes.

He quickly and firmly shook his head,”No, I…I want you to stay with me. I mean…if you want, it’s your choice.”

You smiled softly and leaned into him,”I’d love to stay. But I would like to get off of this couch first and get cleaned up.”

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded and was quick to help you sit up before disappearing behind the bar to find a wet towel.

You spent the rest of that night in bed with him, doing nothing but talk and sleep, and kiss a little in between. 

When the sun came up the next morning Aegon was back between your legs, waking you up with his tongue and his lips and sending you into another toe curling orgasm.

“You better be careful, Targaryen,” you warned him afterwards,”I could get used to this.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” he smiled while resting his head on your chest and looking up into your eyes.

“To get me to stay with you?” you asked, caressing his hair until he hummed into your touch,”It’s okay, Aegs, I know you don’t do that stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Date, have a relationship, that kind of stuff.”

“Oh,” he sighed and you watched his expression fall,”Right, of course, how could I forget? I'm the kind of guy you fuck, not the guy you date. Who in their right mind would want to end up with Aegon Targaryen anyway, huh?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you tried to soften the blow but he was already pulling away from you and grabbing his shirt. He put it on without looking at you. The sudden silence in the room was heavy.

“You should go,” he then whispered.

“Is that what you want?” you asked softly and you didn’t move from your spot in the bed, hoping he would grant you another look. It took a while but he eventually turned around and looked into your eyes.

“You know that’s not what I want, sweetheart,” he sighed quietly and your heart leaped.

“It’s not what I want either,” you confessed.

“It’s not?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

You reached out your hand to him and he took it eagerly, letting you pull him back into your arms. He cupped your neck and kissed your lips, soft but hungry, waking up an entire army of butterflies in your stomach.

“I want to do all that stuff, with you,” he then whispered in between kisses,"I want you so bad....I've never...never felt this way about anyone before. And I know I’m not boyfriend material and you can do so much better than me but…”

“I don’t want to do better, I want you,” you breathed against his lips.

“Wait, did you just insult me?” Aegon teased, making you both laugh but then his gaze turned soft and serious,”I know I’m not the Targaryen your mum had in mind but…will you give me a chance? Will you be my girl?”

You leaned into him and closed your eyes,”I'm already your girl, Aegs.”

He smiled and put a lingering kiss on your forehead.

It was a quiet night in the ale house of Winchester where you served the customers. The majority of the crowd that night already went home hours ago, it was only Uthred’s men that hung around a little longer, wanting to prolong their last night before preparing for battle.

The group had settled in your little town a couple of months ago and they had quickly become your favorite regulars. Unlike some other locals they always treated you with respect, even when they had too much to drink they never forgot their manners. Both Finan and Sihtric as well as Uhtred had jumped in numerous times to help you deal with rude or too handsy drunken assholes and you had come to respect their group not only for their strength as warriors but mostly for their kindness. Having them around made you feel safer.

You were cleaning up behind the counter when Uthred came to you.

“Lady Y/N,” he leaned against the bar, greeting you with a big smile,”We will be out in a little while, I am sorry for keeping you here so late tonight.”

“That’s alright, I know you guys are leaving tomorrow. And I have no one waiting for me at home so…take all the time you need.”

He looked at you and shook his head,”How does a lady like you have no one waiting for her at home?”

You put down the glasses you’d been cleaning and gave him a smile,”I don’t know, the men in this town are idiots.”

“They must be,” he agreed, making you smile.

“Did you come here to flatter me or was there something else you wanted to ask?”

“Actually…I did have a question for you.”

You leaned against the bar to look at him,”Ask away.”

“We are leaving for battle tomorrow.”

“Yes, I have heard. Again?” you raised your eye brows at him.

He shook his head with a small grin,”Unfortunately again.”

“What do you need?”

“It is not me,” he explained,”But my friend…your favorite baby monk.”

You couldn’t help your lips from curling up into a smile at the mention of him. “What’s with my favorite baby monk?”

“He is very anxious tonight.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on him all the time and show him some more compassion.”

“He does not need compassion from me, my lady, that would not benefit him.”

“And what would benefit him then?” you asked, knowing precisely where he was going with this but wanting to hear him say it.

“Maybe…he just needs someone to be soft with him, tonight.”

“Be soft with him, huh? Uthred of Bebbanborg, you’d better not be suggesting what I think you are…”

He lifted his hands in innocence,”I would never suggest such a thing, my lady. I am merely…opting that maybe you could offer him some…comfort on this difficult night.”

You rolled your eyes at him,“I’m thinking maybe you should ask someone in the house next door.”

He was quick to shake his head at your words,“That is not the kind of comfort he seeks. I think he would much prefer…someone he knows well…someone he likes.”

You stayed quiet.

“You know he has the biggest soft spot for you,” Uthred then added, putting a smile on your face.

“Yes, I do.”

“And you for him?” he asked.

You sighed and smiled softly. “Maybe, yes,” you confessed.

Uhtred smiled. “Well then, he is by the river, just outside of the castle walls, should you wish to find him. Don’t tell him I sent you.”

****

You found Osferth an hour later by the river just as Uhtred said, sitting in the grass by himself, eyes fixated on the water in front of him. It was dark but still warm, the summer breeze a welcome solace after another hot summer’s day.

When you moved closer you could see he was clutching at his cross and his eyes were teary. Year heart sank.

You had come to care for the monk more than you’d ever expected over the course of the past months. The most quiet one out of Uhtred’s group with his sweet smile and innocent eyes, he had caught your attention quite early on and stole your heart just as easily. The two of you had built a friendship that involved a lot of playful flirting but neither of you ever crossed that line. You knew his group was only passing through and you had no intention of getting involved with someone who was likely going to leave soon. You had known enough heartbreak already in your short life.

But tonight you didn’t care about any of that. Looking at him now you just wanted to crawl into his lap and cuddle up to him, kiss away his sorrow and just hold him close, in your arms, where you could keep him safe. 

You carefully stepped closer.

“May I join you?” you asked, making him look up. His lips instantly curled into a smile at the sight of you and he nodded.

You sat down next to him, close enough for your knee to bump into his. Osferth didn’t seem to mind, instead of pulling back he let his leg lean into yours.

“I didn’t see you at the tavern tonight,” you stated.

“No, I…I preferred solitude over ale tonight,” he explained, looking away from you and making you hesitate.

“Maybe I should leave you to it then.”

“No!” he was quick to grab your wrist before you had a chance to move,”No, please, don’t go.”

His eyes met yours again and you could see the tears he was trying to hide from you.

“Stay, please, my lady, stay with me,” he begged quietly, keeping his hand on your arm. 

You placed your hand over his, giving him a soft smile,”I’ll stay, as long as you want, my sweet baby Monk.”

He smiled through his tears and leaned into you, letting his head fall down onto your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Osferth melted into you, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight while he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and after a while you also felt his tears on your skin, making you hug him even tighter.

You sat like that for quite some time, just letting him cling to you while you caressed his hair and his back, trying to soothe him. 

Uhtred hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Osferth was anxious. It took him a while to stop shaking in your arms and you gave him all the time he needed.

When he finally pulled back his eyes carefully locked with yours, his hands were firmly locked on your waist, not planning on letting go any time soon.

“We leave in the morning,” he then explained.

”Yeah, Uthred told me. You’re going with them? Into battle?”

He nodded.

“You don’t have to do that, you know? You have nothing to prove, Osferth.”

”No, I know but…I want to fight, I want to help, it’s just…,” he bit his lip and shook his head,”why am I so terrified?”

You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his.“It’s okay to be afraid, it’s normal, they should all be afraid.”

“I just…want to be useful,” he said, letting his eyes rest on yours.

“And you are not useful if you don’t fight?”

“I don’t…”

“What about me then, huh? I don’t fight, am I not useful?”

He just stared at you before a soft smile played on his lips,”How can you think that you are not? My lady…your beauty makes my life worth living. Your smile…makes me feel like I have a reason to fight, that no matter how dark it gets there is so much light here and all I have to do is…look into your eyes to find it. You light up my whole world.”

Your heart was melting and for the first time in your life you were completely lost for words.

His hands were caressing your hips and he softly nuzzled your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he then whispered shyly,”That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You smiled and leaned into his touch.”No, it wasn’t, that was…the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You could feel him smile against your cheek and you both cuddled up to each other. You moved your fingers through his hair and Osferth sighed into it. HIs shyness disappearing a little more with every touch.

“Can I stay close to you tonight?” he then whispered into your ear.

“Yes,” you answered softly,”I’d really like that, Osferth.”

You both leaned back to look at each other. There were no more tears in his eyes now but something else, something more pressing.

“May I kiss you, my lady?” he breathed.

You nodded,”Yes, please.”

His lips found yours in a soft but needy kiss, you pulled him closer and when his tongue found yours you knew you would given him everything he wanted tonight.

You didn’t do anything more than kiss for a long time, melting into each other. His kisses were addictive and the way his hands kept caressing your back and your hair, gentle but with purpose, was only making you want him more.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked after a while, his voice merely a whisper against your lips.

“You may kiss me everywhere you want, you don’t need to ask.”

Osferth carefully pulled you closer into his lap and you went willingly, legs on either side of him as you straddled him. He kissed your neck, soft and slow, letting his tongue trace patterns all over your skin, tasting you.

“Fuck,” you breathed,”I didn’t know monks could kiss like that.”

He smiled bashfully,”How did you expect monks to kiss then?”

“Not like that,” you breathed and bit your lip, letting your hands move through his short hair while your hips rolled against him.

It had been a while since you’d been with a man and even though you’d had a little crush on Osferth for some time now you had never imagined being with him like this. But right now, feeling his lips and feverish breath on your skin and his growing hardness between your legs, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anything else.

“Osferth,” you moaned his name and he bucked his hips in response.

“Is it too much, my lady? Do you need me to stop?” 

You shook your head and looked into his eyes,”No, it’s not too much. It’s…it’s not enough.”

He licked his lips while keeping his eyes on yours,“You sure?”

You nodded and moved your hips again, making his cock twitch in response.

“Give me more,” you breathed.

He kissed your lips again, hot and sloppy and with a need that matched your own. Osferth pushed your skirts up, hands finding a way underneath to cup your ass over your underwear, holding you down on his, by now fully hard, cock.

“Will you have me, my lady?” he whispered against your lips,”All of me?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

He started fumbling with his own clothing, trying to get rid of the many layers between you both. Your hand slipped into his breeches to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, Osferth’s mouth opened in the most delicious moan.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I need…please….oh god…”

“Have you ever laid with a woman, Osferth?” you asked.

He was quick to shake his head,”No, I have not, my lady.”

Your eyes met his and you halted your movements.

“No, don’t stop, please,” he begged.

“Osferth,” you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you,”Look at me, baby. Slow down for a second, are you sure?”

He frantically nodded his head. “My lady…I want this, I’ve wanted this for a while now…with you…I want this with you. I want you.”

HIs lips found yours in a deep kiss and any hesitations you may have felt faded. You wrapped your hand around his length again, pushed your underwear aside and guided him between your legs, Osferth was quick to move his hips, pressing his erection against your clit, making you lose focus.

You moaned into his kiss, encouraging him to do it again, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds and then teasing your entrance.

“I want to feel you,” he breathed into your mouth.

You lowered yourself down on him, taking him in inch by inch. He was bigger than you’d expected, and it took you a few moments to adjust and catch your breath.

Osferth was clinging to you, burying his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin while he breathed hard and tried to control himself. You both stayed still, bodies wrapped around each other and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Can we…can we just stay like this?” he then asked softly,”For a while, please.”

You nodded and hugged him close, foreheads pressed together. 

“You feel so good,” he breathed,”so warm…and so safe. I just…want to stay.”

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing. The feel of him, stretching you and filling you up was heavenly but it was more than that. It was the way he touched you, so much longing in every kiss, the desperate way he clung to you and that soft fondness in his eyes every time they locked with yours. 

You had never felt so full or so wanted in your life.

You didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want him to leave you in the morning with the prospect of him not returning to you. The thought suddenly made your heart sink with anxiety. You clung to him harder and Osferth kissed your forehead and your jaw to finally land on your lips again, his kiss slow and unhurried.

“It’s okay, my lady,” he smiled softly into the kiss.

Both of you allowed yourselves to get lost in the moment, prolonging the inevitable and doing everything you could to make it last. You forgot how long you sat there, just kissing and coming up for air to stare into each other’s eyes, the moonlight and soft waves of the river your only companions.

After some time you both lost the fight, your hips started moving against his and Osferth was quick to join you, soft little whimpers escaping his lips as he buried his face into your neck and surrendered to his needs. 

He grabbed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back on the grass. You protested when he carefully pulled out but your protest was silenced with another kiss as he pulled down both your underwear all the way, giving him easier access. 

He slid in again with ease and then he was fucking you, slowly and thoroughly, pushing into you deeper with every snap of his hips.

You moaned his name and held him close, meeting his thrusts. His lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting as his moans grew stronger and heavier. You knew he was close.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I can’t hold back any longer.”

You grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs.

“Touch me, here,” you begged in a needy whisper.

“Teach me,” he breathed,”Show me what to do.”

Your hand moved over his, guiding his fingers over your clit and slowly circling it,”Just touch me…like this.”

Osferth was a quick learner, he pushed your hand aside and took over, his fingers putting the perfect pressure to make you see stars. You clenched around him and with a few more deep thrusts he filled you up and came with your name on his lips. He crashed on top of you when it was over and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him in place, close to you, his head on your chest as he listened to your racing heartbeat.

He didn’t pull out for the longest time after that, still wanting to stay inside of you, neither of you wanted to move.

You were the first to eventually speak, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead,”Osferth, we shouldn’t stay here, you need your sleep if you are to leave tomorrow.”

“No sleep…all I need is you,” he whispered against your neck.

“You can sleep in my bed, if you want,” you offered with a little smile and he reciprocated instantly, lips curling up into an eager smile as he leaned back to look at you and nodded his head. You couldn’t help but laugh,”Come on then, baby monk.”

The rest of the night was spent in your bed, but it didn’t involve lots of sleeping. Osferth made love to you twice more that night, once more fast and needy in the heat of passion and then once more slowly and relaxed afterwards, the both of you relishing every touch and every caress as if it would be the last. Because it might very well be.

You both eventually fell asleep when the sun was already starting to come up, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You said goodbye to him a few hours later, clinging to him as he stood in your doorway. You had done what you’d set out to do that night, take his anxiety from him, only you had done it literally. Osferth was calmer that morning, evidently feeling stronger and more determined than the night before. But you were shivering in his arms, feeling weaker and uneasy, terrified to let go of him and have him disappear from your life.

Being so intimate with him last night made you realize how strong your feelings for him were and now the thought of losing him was the scariest thing in the world.

“Come back to me,” you whispered in his ear.

“I promise you, my lady,” he whispered before leaning back and giving you a reassuring smile. You pulled him into one last soft kiss before letting him go.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you then sighed and avoided his eyes. 

Osferth cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb while he stared deep into your eyes.“Have some faith, my love.”

Aemond had never believed in love, let alone in love at first sight. He’d witnessed first hand how much love could ruin and hurt, first with his mother who had been stuck in a loveless marriage all her life and now with his roommate and brother Aegon, who fucked another girl every few weeks and then broke their hearts as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

As far as Aemond was concerned love was nothing but heartbreak, disappointment, and pain. And a long list of complicated feelings he wasn’t prepared to deal with.

That is until he met you.

You’d been dating Aegon for a couple of weeks when you first made your way to the kitchen of his apartment in the middle of the night, looking for a midnight snack. You were a light sleeper, easily awoken by the smallest of sounds in the room or the building, unlike your bed partner Aegon who could sleep through an earthquake. You dragged yourself out of bed and quickly grabbed one of Aegon’s shirts to put on as you fled the bedroom.

It was dark in the kitchen, the light of the fridge like a much needed oasis but when you opened it the euphoria soon faded. There was nothing in there besides beer and leftover spaghetti that looked like it had been in there for weeks. 

“Great,” you sighed in disappointment and closed the door again when suddenly Aemond, Aegon’s younger brother, stood right in front of you in the dark room, making you jump back.

“Oh, mother of…fuck!” you grabbed at your heart.

“Sorry,” Aemond jumped back as well, startled by your reaction,”I’m so sorry, I’m usually the only one here at this hour. I didn’t….”

“No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry,” you gave him an apologetic smile,” I shouldn’t have just…”

You and Aemond had never really spoken before. You knew Aegon shared an apartment with his brother, who went to another university in the same town, but apart from seeing him in passing in the hallways of the building you two had never been officially introduced to each other.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated,”I’m Y/N, you must be Aemond.”

He nodded,”It’s good to meet you, Y/N.”

You noticed he was covering up his scar with his hand, trying to hide it from you.“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, turning his face away from you,”I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Your could feel your heart sink at his words and suddenly you felt guilty knowing your reaction was what caused him to feel that way,“Oh, no, you didn’t frighten me at all."

“I saw you jump."

“Well, you startled me, but…not because of your eye or your scar,” you looked at him and let your gaze rest on his face, hoping to reassure him,”You don’t need to hide that from me. It’s okay.”

The soft sweet tone in your voice took Aemond by surprise. Aegon brought girls over to the apartment all the time but none of them were ever interested in him, most of them weren’t even nice to him. He had grown used to being ignored and he had come to do the same knowing none of them stuck around for very long anyway. 

But you seemed different. Kinder. And he couldn’t bear the thought of making you uncomfortable.

“I can just go grab my eye patch and put it on,” he suggested,”if that…I…I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Aemond,” you reached out and carefully placed your hand on his wrist. 

”It’s okay, it’s just a scar,” you spoke softly, not looking away from him,” It doesn’t frighten me, or make me uncomfortable. But…if it makes you uncomfortable and you feel safer putting it on then please go ahead, but I am fine, I promise you.”

Aemond finally let out the breath he’d been holding back and lowered his arm, showing himself to you. He was almost surprised to find your expression matched your words. There was no disgust on your face, no pity or fake concern, all he found was your honest eyes and a soft encouraging smile.

Your touch, unexpected and warm, made his heart soar and when you pulled your hand back he instantly felt the emptiness it left.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight yet here he was, feeling weak and lightheaded from just a simple touch of your hand and he couldn’t help but long for more of it.

”So, you’re a light sleeper as well, huh?” you then asked.

Aemond was thankful for the change of subject,”Yeah, you too?”

“Very light sleeper,” you confessed with a smile.

He was finding it hard to keep his eye off you and he searched for something else to keep him occupied. He opened the fridge,”Are you hungry?”

“I was but there’s nothing in there.”

”Oh, there is, you have to know where to look.” He rearranged some beers and found a leftover pizza in the back of the fridge.

You raised your eye brow at him,“Tell me that hasn’t been there since last week.”

“It’s from last night,” he reassured you,”Sometimes I hide stuff in there so Aegon doesn’t eat it all.”

You laughed.

”You want it hot or cold?” he asked.

“Who in the world eats cold pizza??”

He smiled softly and shook his head.“Apparently only me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you laughed again and met his eyes.

“We’ll heat it up,” he smiled.

You looked at him while he put the pizza in the microwave and grabbed plates and drinks for you both. 

He looked so different from Aegon, you found it hard to believe they were actually brothers. His long hair, usually up in a bun or ponytail, was now hanging loosely over his shoulders and he was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, making him look so much more casual and relaxed than you had ever seen him. It looked good on him.

Aemond was a little shy with you at first but you actually liked that, it was different than it was with Aegon, who loved nothing more than to talk about himself and be the center of attention. Aemond preferred to let you do most of the talking while he listened. He asked you questions about yourself and seemed so genuinely interested to get to know you the conversation flowed easily over your shared pizza. You found yourself enjoying his company a lot more than you had ever expected.

One hour turned into two and before you knew it the sun was coming up and you reluctantly took your leave and went back to Aegon’s room, leaving Aemond alone with his thoughts. 

And the only thing filling them was you.

Your eyes and your smile and the soft spoken way you conversed with him all night. How you never tried to push him out of his shell but took over the conversation when you noticed he struggled with his words. How you didn’t shy away from looking at him, scars and all. How you casually kept touching his arm during conversation, making him feel things he never felt before.

Aemond knew he was fucked. 

The moment he started to believe in love at first sight was the moment he realized it was doomed. You were his brother’s girl, and while his brother was undoubtedly a complete idiot Aemond would never be so cruel as to try and steal you away from him. Not that he believed he could. You were far too good for him. And most definitely too good for his brother. But for some reason you seemed smitten with Aegon. 

So what was Aemond to do?

He lay awake the rest of the night and the morning after until he finally fell asleep and woke up late for class.

***

He tried his best to deny it, push those feelings down at first, believing it would all go away if he just didn’t see you for a while and focused on other things.

But every night when you stayed over he found you in the kitchen at night, welcoming him with a smile and a conversation that made his entire week.

It had become a habit, your nightly meetings in the kitchen when neither of you could sleep. Aemond was still a little shy and quiet sometimes but he was also slowly coming out of his shell and opening up to you and you found yourself looking forward to your nightly encounters.

“So, how are things progressing with Aegon?” Aemond asked you a few weeks later as you two were eating cornflakes at the kitchen counter, at half pas midnight.. 

“Good,” you smiled,”It’s going pretty good, yeah.”

“Good, I’m happy to hear it.” Aemond smiled and hoped it didn’t look as forced as it felt. 

He was happy for you, of course he was, you deserved nothing but good things in life. But it haunted him that he couldn’t be that good thing in your life, that it was Aegon and not him. Of course he would never tell you that.

“So, how is your love life?” you asked.

Aemond shook his head with a sigh,”It’s…not.”

“Why not?”

He looked up to meet your eyes, surprised to find genuine concern there.

“I’m just not…I don’t know, dating is not my thing I guess.”

“Why not? You’re a gorgeous guy, Aemond.”

He almost choked on his cornflakes, blushing furiously at your words which put a smile on your face.

“No, I’m not, come on,” he shook his head and gestured towards his scar,”Girls don’t look at me and think dating material.”

You took your time to look at him for a moment, letting your eyes rest on his soft blue one and his pale delicate face and soft lips, then you firmly shook your head,”Well, they’re wrong. And you’re wrong, plenty of girls would date you. In fact I could get you a date before the weekend if you want.”

“No, thanks, I…wait, really?” he raised his eye brow in interest and you both laughed but he was quick to shake his head again,”No, I’m good actually. But thanks for that.”

“If you’re sure.”

He was still blushing and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked, there was something so disarming about this man being so affected by your words. You forced yourself to look away for a moment, remembering that you were dating his brother and not him.

“Actually,” he started and he sighed, biting his lip before continuing,”There is someone I…really like…but she’s seeing someone, so…”

You leaned on your elbow to look at him with a grin,”Ohh, a secret love, who is she? Do I know her?”

“I’m not telling you that,” he quickly shut you down and stood to open the fridge and take out a small plate with the last piece of a chocolate cake on it. He placed it in front of you.

“Hmm, distracting me with chocolate, smart move,” you teased while letting your eyes feast on the cake.

“It’s yours if you want,” he spoke softly.

“I think we both deserve it.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“You’re dealing with a forbidden unrequited love there, those are the hardest most heartbreaking ones. You really should have all the cake.”

Aemond smiled softly and tried not to show how deeply those words affected him.

“Yeah, but….you’re dating my brother,” he then joked,”I don’t think there’s enough cake in the world for you…”

You playfully hit him on the arm, letting your hand linger and Aemond leaned a little closer, pushing his shoulder against yours, innocently looking for more contact. You didn’t move away.

He melted with every sign of affection you showed him, no matter how innocent or small it was, Aemond would soak in it, feeling his heart heal and hurt at the same time.

“Get two spoons,” you laughed,”We’re sharing this.”

***

You and Aegon had been dating a little over two months when the first cracks started to show. He had stood you up twice already that week, without even as much as a phone call or a text, let alone an apology. You had waited around the apartment all night for him so you two could talk things through, but Aegon never showed up.

Instead it was Aemond who found you in the kitchen that night, your face buried in a bowl of ice cream.

“Hey, not fair, you started without me?” he asked, a look of fake shock on his face.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes and Aemond’s smile faded instantly when he noticed you were crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he sat down next to you at the counter, concern all over his face.

You looked at him and shook your head, your lip was trembling and more tears fell from your eyes. Aemond wanted to scoop you up in his arms and kiss away every single one of them, but he settled for a soft, comforting hand on the small of your back.

“What did he do?” he sighed.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay,” Aemond nodded, keeping his hand firmly on your back,”You can, you know, I’m a good listener.”

You smiled through your tears,”I know you are.”

The way he was looking at you with such genuine concern and sympathy was only making you feel more emotional.

“We may have broken up,” you then confessed in a sob, more tears falling from your eyes now that you finally said it out loud, making it real. 

Aemond’s heart was breaking seeing you cry like this and the worst thing was he knew this moment was coming all along, Aegon was like a spoilt child always getting tired of his new toy when something better came along. He would cast you aside just like he had all the others. Aemond’s anger was burning, he wanted to kick his brother’s ass so hard, but he bit back his fury and focussed all of his attention on you, for now.

“Tell me what you need,” he asked softly, realizing he would have done anything you asked him in that moment.

“Can you just…hold me for a while?”

Aemond felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest but he nodded quickly,”Of course I can. Come here.”

You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder while your hands grabbed at his shirt to pull him close.

Aemond wrapped both arms around you and hugged you gently, hands caressing your back and your hair.

“It’s okay,” he whispered,” You can cry all you want and I’ll hold you for as long as you need me to, okay?”

You broke with his words, letting your tears fall freely and burying your face into his shirt. Aemond tightened his hug and didn’t let go until you were all cried out. 

His arms felt so good around you, like a warm comforting blanket making everything more bearable. You didn’t want him to let go even after your tears had stopped falling. You hesitantly leaned back, just enough to look at him but still keeping your hands on his stomach, not wanting to break contact just yet.

Aemond looked at you with a soft smile,”You okay?”

You nodded and wiped your cheek. Aemond lifted one hand to your other cheek and did the same, gently brushing away the last of your tears with his thumb. His touch was giving you butterflies and it confused you. He was so gentle and so caring and you just didn’t want him to stop.

Your fingers tightened in his shirt, pulling him closer and he sighed deeply, pressing his forehead against yours while his eyes closed.

“Aemond,” you whispered,”I…”

“My brother doesn’t deserve you,” he breathed, knowing he was going to regret these words later but he just couldn’t fight it any longer, not with you clinging to him like this.”If you were mine I’d be so good to you…I’d make sure you never had a reason to cry…make sure you knew just how amazing you are…if you were mine I’d…”

“But you’re not,” you reminded him, pulling him and yourself, out of this haze. 

You both stared at each other for a while until Aemond let you go and stepped back, one hand moving over his face in a deep sigh,”I’m sorry…I should’t have said those things.”

“No, Aemond, it’s fine…I just…,” you sighed and opened your mouth to say something else but then you both heard the front door open and close.

Aemond swore under his breath when you watched Aegon step into the room.

“Can I please have a chat with my girlfriend, brother?”

***

There was nothing Aemond could do but watch you go with Aegon while he retreated to his own room, helpless to watch the rest of the night unfold.

He heard you two fight at first, voices raised in anger and he expected you to burst out of there any second but the sound of the door opening or closing didn’t come. Instead he’d heard you both talk again, calmer this time. 

He should have known how it would all end the moment he heard your laughter through the walls. 

It was followed by more quiet talking, then you giggling. And then the squeaking of the bed and the sounds of you and Aegon who had definitely not broken up.

Aemond wanted to die.

***

Things were different between you and Aemond after that, the kitchen remained empty during the nights and you had barely spoken two words to him in the past few weeks, both of you obviously avoiding the other. He stayed in his room most of the time when you were there or he went out to spend his evenings in the library, away from you and Aegon.

You and Aegon on the other hand were doing better, he had apologized to you over and over again that night, first with words and then with his tongue in between your legs, making you cum so many times you forgot why you were ever angry at him to begin with.

You put that little moment between you and Aemond that night down to you being overly emotional and him just being sweet enough to comfort you. That was all it was, you were with Aegon and that was all there was to it.

And things went great with Aegon for almost three weeks after that, until that one Friday night. You were supposed to meet him at the club but he was over an hour late and when you finally found him it was on the dance floor, with his tongue down some girl’s throat and a bottle of vodka in his hand.

The fight that followed was the ugliest one yet, nasty words were thrown around from both ways and it ended with you leaving him in the club.

You should have just gone back to your dorm afterwards and cried yourself to sleep, let the anger fade before making any harsh decisions.

But you could only think of one thing, you were in dire need of comfort and there was only one person you wanted it from. 

Aemond knew the moment he opened the door and saw your face, eyes red from crying and the bottle of vodka swinging in your hand, half empty.

You pushed past him into the apartment. “We have definitely broken up now,” you stated.

Aemond sighed and closed the door behind you. 

He was going to kill his brother.

You let yourself fall down on the couch in the living room and took another long sip from the bottle. When you were done Aemond stepped up to you and pulled it from your hands.

“Hey!” you responded in anger.

“Let’s switch you to water for a while, it looks like you’ve had quite enough vodka for tonight.”

“There isn’t enough vodka in the world to ease my pain right now.”

Aemond raised his eye brow at your dramatics but you just pouted at him. He disappeared into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and threw it at you. Much to his surprise you caught it with one hand.

“See?” you pointed out,”I’m fine.”

Aemond sat down on the couch next to you, a softer look on his face this time as his gaze found yours. “Are you?”

You felt the tears well up in the back of your eyes and shook your head. “Your brother is a huge asshole.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me. What did he do now and do I even want to know?” Aemond took a sip from your bottle of vodka.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” you instantly objected,” That’s my vodka, I can’t drink it but you can?”

“You drank over half the bottle already and I’m sober,” Aemond stated,”If we’re going to have a conversation about this I need to get down to your level.”

You threw a pillow at him. Aemond easily caught it in his arms and smiled, happy to see your lips curl up into a smile of your own. 

You let your eyes rest on him for a while. He looked so beautiful and relaxed and you realized how much you’d missed this, just being with him and talking and joking around.

“So he stood you up again?” he asked.

“Worse,” you sighed,” he showed up late only to flirt with someone else, I found him on the dance floor making out with this girl, drunk off his ass.”

Aemond’s hands balled up into fists, trying to keep his anger under control.

You were shaking your head, “I really do have the worst taste in men.”

“I’m sorry, my brother’s an unfaithful asshole. I…I should have warned you about him from the start,” Aemond sighed, feeling more than a little guilty.

“That’s not your responsibility, Aemond,” you reassured him,”Besides, I probably wouldn’t have listened anyway.”

You took a long sip from the bottle of water, making a face and sticking out your tongue afterwards,”God, this tastes like shit.”

Aemond looked at you with a fond smile before averting his eye for a while. He had missed you so much during these past weeks, not being able to talk to you or see you had been torture. He had tried to focus on his classes and studying but you hadn’t left his mind for even a second. 

You both stayed quiet for a while until you broke the silence.

“Do you ever think about what would have happened if we had met first?” you then asked.

Aemond’s eye found yours but he didn’t say anything.

”If I had ran into you that day instead of Aegon, do you think things would be different now?”

“Different how?” he asked, nervously taking another sip from the bottle.

“Different as in…would I be dating you, instead of Aegon? I mean…if you would even date someone like me…forget it, it’s stupid, I’m just drunk.” 

But you didn’t feel drunk and you hadn’t told Aemond that you stole that bottle of vodka from Aegon and it had already been half empty when you took it. You only drank a little on your way over here, making you tipsy at best.

You shook your head and then took another long sip of water.

Aemond’s head was light, the vodka starting to have its effect on him and the topic of conversation wasn’t doing anything to make things better.

“So would you?” you hesitantly asked again,”Date me?”

“I’d date you in a heartbeat,” he confessed softly before putting the bottle down.

“You would?”

He stared at you.”How could I not? Look at you, you’re gorgeous, and smart, incredibly funny and so sweet and compassionate and warm…and gorgeous.”

You felt your face heat up at all his compliments and you laughed quietly,”You already said gorgeous.”

“Yeah, well…it bears repeating.”

He had moved a little closer to you on the couch, his knee now touching your leg . You didn’t move away but instead leaned a little closer as well, drawn to him, just like you always had been. The way he was looking at you was giving you butterflies and when he licked his lips something started burning a little below your stomach.

How had you been able to deny this for so long? You’d always been attracted to him, right from the start, always seeking just that little bit of physical contact to have him close to you, even when it was just friendly and innocent.

It wasn’t innocent tonight though.

Aemond took another, longer sip from the bottle, maintaining eye contact and your eyes drifted to his mouth again and to those beautiful, sinful and very kissable lips.

You wanted him so bad it was making your head spin.

“Would you fuck me, Aemond?” you then asked, almost making him spill his drink but you continued fearlessly,”If Aegon hadn’t been in the picture, would you fuck me?”

You both knew this conversation was completely off the rails now, you were heading straight for a crash but neither of you seemed willing to pull on the breaks.

You were looking at him with such lustful eyes Aemond couldn’t lie to you. So he didn’t. ”I’d fuck you right now if you asked,” he whispered.

The air in the room was growing heavier by the second, the flames in your lower belly quickly spreading into a full on fire. Aemond held your gaze. “Would you fuck me?” he then asked, voice lower than before.

“Yeah, I’d fuck you,” you answered way too quickly.

“If Aegon wasn’t in the picture…right?” he asked carefully.

“No,” you shook your head, biting your lip while you looked at him,”Right now. I’d fuck you right now, right here…if you asked.”

Your words made Aemond’s brain short circuit. He should walk away, right now, you were drunk and he was a little intoxicated and you were both way too horny to be playing games like this.

But your eyes were still on him, even hungrier than before.”Ask me, Aemond.”

How could he say no to you after wanting you for so long? He was a strong man but he wasn’t that strong, and while he had always believed himself to be a good man right now in this moment, all he wanted was to be bad with you.

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for your hand.

You placed it in his and he didn’t hesitate. He gently pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him while your arms moved around his shoulders, your entire body wrapped around his. Aemond placed one hand on your waist while the other moved up into your neck, pulling you closer, forehead bumping against yours in his eagerness, making you both laugh.

‘“Sorry,” he whispered shyly.

“That’s okay,” you smiled softly,”Kiss me.”

He leaned in and captured your mouth into a soft kiss, just pressing his lips to yours while breathing you in. It was so tender and sweet your heart was melting.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he then confessed in a heavy sigh, adding more fuel to your fire.

You kissed him back and licked into his mouth, making him moan into it before he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue against yours was like bolts of electricity running through your veins, he kissed you so slowly and so passionately there was no longer any doubt left in your mind. 

You had been dating the wrong brother.

You melted into him a little more with each kiss and Aemond did not stop, sucking and gently biting at your lower lip, letting his teeth graze your jaw before moving his kisses to your neck, sloppy and wet now. Your hips moved against his, desperate for friction, you were so turned on you couldn’t think straight anymore.

Aemond held you down on his lap, bucking his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he was already.

“Don’t stop, please,” you breathed.

He brushed your lips with his thumb, staring into your eyes “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How long I’ve wanted you like this,” he whispered before kissing your lips again. You moaned into his kiss, pulling at his hair and grinding into him.

Aemond chuckled against your skin,”You really want it too, hmm?”

All you could do was nod. His words weren’t registering with you anymore, you were too lost in how good it felt to have him between your legs.

“Touch me,” you begged.

“I am touching you,” he teased while kissing your jaw.

Your hand searched for his and guided him, pushing his hand down your stomach and your belly to settle him in between your legs. You could feel the heat of his fingers through your jeans.

“Touch me there,” you moaned,”Please, Aemond…I need you.”

Aemond pulled back but before you could protest he pushed you off his lap and down onto the couch. His hands quickly making work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down your legs.

He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, it felt like a dream, one he didn’t want to wake up from. He was so turned on and you seemed to need it just as badly as he did, which was driving him insane. He was fighting the urge to fuck you deep into that couch right now and just take what you both needed. But he wanted you to know he wanted more than just that.

You were leaned back on your elbows, eyes locked on him as he pulled down your underwear. He was being so gentle and careful and it only made you want him more. You had to fight the urge to press your legs together to ease some of the tension, if he didn’t touch you soon you were going to explode.

As if he had read your mind Aemond started kissing your inner thigh, his hands searching for yours, giving you something to hold onto as he kissed higher and higher up your leg until his tongue slowly started lapping at your folds, teasing your clit with just the tip of his tongue.

“Yes,” you breathed, relief flooding through your veins at finally being touched where you needed it,”God…yes.”

Aemond followed your reactions and started paying some more attention to your clit, circling it with his tongue now.

“Fuck,” you moaned and let yourself fall back on the couch, fingers tightening in his hand.

Aemond’s tongue moved through your folds again, gentle at first and then putting a little more pressure into it before returning to your clit, sucking it softly before moving his tongue down to your entrance, teasing your opening, fucking you with the tip of his tongue as if he had never done anything else in his life.

“My god…you are so good at this…how are you so good at this?” you moaned shamelessly, making him blush hard and you could feel his lips curl up into a smile. 

He looked up at you with a bashful grin on his face.“As long as you’re still talking, I’m not doing a good enough job,” he then whispered and returned his attention to your clit.

“Trust me…you are,” you breathed and then he was back to fucking you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit giving you the perfect friction. It was all you needed.

You started falling apart, legs shaking around him as your first orgasm washed over you. Your walls were clenching around nothing, desperately needing him inside you.

“Aemond,” you moaned and moved your hand into his hair, caressing him softly and he hummed against your clit, taking his time to lick you clean. You were falling so fast and so hard, the heartbreak from earlier that night nothing but a distant memory now. All you wanted, all you could think about was Aemond.

“I need you,” you whispered,”All of you, please.”

You pulled him up into your arms. His mouth founds yours in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Meanwhile he slowly started unbuttoning his jeans. You helped him push his boxers down, freeing his erection and wrapping your hand around him immediately, needy and impatient. Aemond whimpered at your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed and cupped your face, looking into your eyes,”Are you sure you want this? Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly and firmly,”Yes. I’ve never been more sure. I want you, Aemond, I’ve always wanted you.”

You guided his cock towards your entrance and he slowly pushed the head in while kissing your lips again, slowly but hungrily.

“I need you so bad,” he whispered, his voice shaking with want,”Fuck…I need you.”

He pushed in deeper, making you cling to him while you both moaned into each other’s mouth.

Aemond tried his best to keep it together and hold back, fucking you slowly and taking his time to stretch you to the fullest.

“God, you feel so good,” you breathed, moving your hips with his, meeting his every thrust.

Aemond buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting your skin while he started fucking you harder.

“I’m not gonna last,” he whimpered,”I’m sorry…I’m…fuck, you feel too fucking good…I can’t…”

“It’s okay…I’m close,” you pulled at his hair and arched your back,”Fuck…I’m so close…please…don’t stop.”

His next thrusts were hard and uncontrolled, pushing you deep into the cushions of the couch. His teeth sank into your skin when he came, taking you with him, your entire body convulsing with pleasure.

Aemond held you until it was over, and some time after that. When you were both breathing normally again his mouth searched for yours, desperate for another kiss. You kissed him back slowly, letting yourself get lost in the taste of him, not wanting this moment to ever end.

After a while you both reluctantly leaned back to look at each other. Aemond gently cupped your face.”Hey,” he whispered, lips curling up into a cute smile.

“Hi,” you smiled back.

“You okay?” he asked softly,”No regrets?”

The insecurity in his tone was not lost on you and you pressed your forehead against his, shaking your head,”None.”

“Are you sure?” his voice was shaking.

“I’m sure, Aemond,” you reassured him.

“It’s just…you’ve been drinking and…I would never forgive myself if I pushed you into it just because I..I wanted it so bad and…,” he bit his lip, avoiding your eyes,”Maybe we shouldn’t have done it…not tonight I mean.”

“Aemond,” you placed your hand over his, looking into his eye,”I’m not drunk, baby.”

“You’re not?” he breathed out a sigh of relief and then blushed over you calling him baby. It made you want to call him that all the time.

”That bottle was Aegon’s,” you explained,”It was half empty when I took it, I only had a few sips on the way here, I swear.”

“Thank god,” he smiled.

“What about you?” you then returned the question,”Any regrets?”

He pulled you closer into his arms while shaking his head.”None,” he then confessed softly,”I’ve wanted you for so long…ever since I first laid eyes on you in the kitchen.”

“Really?” you asked surprised while leaning into his embrace, putting soft kisses in his neck,”Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What could I say? Dump my brother and take me?”

You laughed,”It might have been helpful, yes.”

He kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger as he breathed you in,”I didn’t think you would ever want me anyway.”

You leaned back to look at him, caressing his face and his scar while you sighed deeply,”Aemond, baby...”

“It’s okay, my sweet girl,” he whispered, closing his eye and leaning into your touch. 

Your heart was melting and suddenly you were so thankful for Aegon being a total dick, because it made you see what you should have seen all along, that you were completely and utterly in love with his brother.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” you placed a soft kiss on Aemond’s lips and he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, one hand in your neck to hold you close to him.

It was another three weeks later when you knocked on his door again. It was late at night and you’d been horny and distracted all week, nothing on your mind but Aemond. His mouth, his hands, his fingers, his cock. Your body craved him so badly you thought you might go crazy if you didn’t get to have him soon.

You were so lost in your impure thoughts of him you forgot about the secret knock to let him know it was you.

You just hit the door twice and hard and it didn’t take long for the door to swing open bringing you face to face with Aemond, who looked more than a little surprised to see you.

“What…what are you doing here?” he blocked your view from his room by standing in the doorway, towering over you. His hands were nervously fumbling with his shirt that seemed to be half unbuttoned, the look on his face was serious, slightly irritated even.

You should have known right then and there.

It was an unusual reaction from him. He’d been surprised to see you before but he always welcomed you with open arms. Right now he seemed genuinely annoyed that you were standing in front of his door and your heart sank.

“You said anytime,” your voice came out weaker than you’d had hoped,”Is this not a good time?”

“Actually no,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I am fine, I just need you to go.”

“Okay,” you nodded and you opened your mouth to ask him why but decided against it. 

You had no claim on him and Aemond had no obligations whatsoever towards you. It wasn’t your place to demand anything from him, no matter how badly you needed it.

“I am sorry,” Aemond spoke, picking up on your disappointment,”You could come by tomorrow, I’ll be here and…we can take all the time we want.”

He leaned against the doorway, creating a small gap through which you could look inside his room. You instantly wished you hadn’t. 

There was a woman sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing absolutely nothing besides a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

It felt like someone had stomped you in the stomach and you stepped back immediately. The rejection you’d felt at his words had been nothing compared to this and you could feel the tears well up. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him so you tried your hardest to bite them back and not show him how hurt you felt.

You knew you had no reason to feel jealous, he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. He had every right to see whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. You went home to your husband every night, it was completely unfair to expect him not to see other people. 

Besides that, he had told you more than once that it was nothing but sex, he had never led you on to believe it was anything more.

But your heart had believed it anyway. Until now.

Aemond noticed the change in your expression and knew you had looked inside his room.

“That’s not what it looks like,” he sighed.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted him too quickly, trying too hard to sound casual about it,”You don’t need to explain, it’s…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come tonight…”

“Wait, let me…”

“No, please,” you turned away from him, knowing if he came closer or dared to touch you right now you’d burst into tears and really make a fool of yourself. You just wanted to get away from him. “It’s fine, Aemond, I have to go.”

You rushed away from him without looking back. You didn’t even make it to the end of the hallway before the tears were streaming down your face.

***

Several weeks passed after that and you tried your hardest to get back to your life, the one you had before you’d met Aemond.

You spent your days not doing much of anything at all and spent your nights either in bed alone or with your husband.

Your marriage was a loveless one, betrothed at a very young age to a man you had never met and who was more than twice your age. The only times your husband touched you in private was when he wanted to fuck, which luckily for you didn’t happen very often at all. 

There was no affection or even friendship in your marriage, let alone any form of love for each other. What you two had was a business arrangement. Your husband was a stranger to you, but one who provided for you and your family, made sure you were all taken care of and kept safe.

Being his wife was your burden to bear and you endured it. Even when he started keeping several whores on the side you endured it and continued performing your duties as you always had.

Until the day you ran into Aemond Targaryen.

The first time Aemond laid eyes on you was in the dining hall during one of the countless feasts. He’d been bored out of his mind all night, tired of having to remain polite to people he’d rather not be in the same room with. Throughout the night his mother had given him several warning looks from across the table, urging him to just endure it and keep the peace. So he did, he stayed in his seat and didn’t engage in any conversations he knew could lead to trouble.

But right now his patience was wearing thin and he was ready to just retreat to his rooms. 

Everyone around him was either drunk or talking and laughing too loudly and Aemond was pretty much done with the whole thing. 

That’s when he noticed you, sitting a few tables away, the only other person in the room who looked like they didn’t want to be there either. 

It was your quiet composure in a room filled with noise and movement that drew his attention. It was the look on your face, that blank expression telling him you were zoned out, somewhere else entirely in your mind, that intrigued him.

You weren’t sitting alone. An older man, one he could only presume was your husband, had a protective hand on your arm while he drank and talked loudly with the other men sitting at the table. Neither of them seemed to engage you in the conversation, it was as if you weren’t even sitting there.

You seemed bored, and a little sad. And somehow Aemond couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were beautiful, way too beautiful for a man like that he thought.

It wasn’t until he had been staring at you for a good while that he noticed you were crying, and none of the idiots on that table even noticed, least of all your husband who was laughing obnoxiously loud and taking another long sip from his wine. It was clear they were all drunk of their asses.

Aemond sighed, annoyed, part of him itching to just walk up there and take you away from them. That thought caught him by surprise, he wasn’t one to be easily taken by a woman. He’d been a loner for most of his life and he preferred it that way, not interested in the complications of female company nor the emptiness of casual sex with someone he didn’t truly care for. 

Before he had time to reflect on his thoughts he watched you take matters into your own hands and excuse yourself from the table, fleeing towards the halls of the castle. 

Aemond didn’t hesitate, he stood from his seat and walked after you.

Tears were blurring your vision as you ran through the dark halls, away from all the noise and the people and the pressure of everything you did not want. You felt like your world was crumbling around you, this was your life but somehow it felt like someone else was living it. Every day, every conversation, every decision was already planned for you. You had no control, over anything. 

Even now as you were running away you knew there really wasn’t anywhere for you to go, no place to hide, or disappear to.

You stopped to catch your breath at the end of the hallway, trying to control the heavy sobs and the way your hands kept shaking.

You didn’t cry that often, in fact you hadn’t cried in many months but tonight it felt like everything came crashing down upon you all at once. That bubble of pent up emotions finally burst and turned you into a pathetic sobbing mess and you hated it.

You didn’t want to feel sad or cry in a corner, you wanted the opposite. You wanted to remember what it felt like to truly be alive. To make your own decisions, do something spontaneous, something crazy or unexpected, anything to make you feel something other than this endless dull boredom that had become your life.

That’s when you noticed him stepping out of the shadows, as if the gods themselves had sent him to you.

Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Everyone in Westeros knew of the One Eyed prince, he was said to be cold and quiet, dangerous and unpredictable but loyal above all. Unlike the rest of you, Aemond wore his trauma on his face for everyone to see. 

You had seen him around King’s Landing a few times, always keeping to himself. He walked with such confidence but you had a feeling his outside demeanor was just a mask to hide the insecurities underneath. You’d always found him interesting and intriguing. And beautiful.

“Your grace,” you greeted him politely, casting your eyes down and bowing your head.

He greeted you with the same courtesy but then added,”You don’t need to address me so formally when we are alone, my lady.”

You looked up at him, instantly regretting it because now he looked directly into your teary eyes.

“Are you in distress? Do you need assistance?” he took a few steps closer to you, the concern in his voice sounded so genuine it took you by surprise.

You had never spoken to him before and yet part of you wanted to unload everything onto him, just blurt out every bad thought from your head as if this man you didn’t even know could take it from you and fix it.

Of course you didn’t actually do it, you just nodded your head and blinked away the tears,”I am okay, your grace.”

“Aemond,” he spoke softly,”Call me Aemond. I insist.”

“Aemond,” you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips,“I am okay, Aemond, thank you for your concern.”

He looked at you without speaking for a while, trying to read your expression. It was clear your words didn’t match your true feelings but then he was a stranger to you, you would not confess your sorrows to a complete stranger.

Carefully and slowly he took another step closer to you, trying not to invade your space too much but still feeling the need to be closer, somehow letting you know it was okay to let your guard down. He lowered his voice ,“You can tell me, you don’t have to pretend. Not with me.”

You weren’t sure what it was exactly but his words combined with the sincere tone and look in his eye were enough to break down your walls. Tears streamed down your face again and you cursed yourself for it.

The words flowed without thinking after that.“Everything is just so heavy…it's like I can see my whole life as if I had already lived it. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter, nothing even matters. And all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up, no one cares... or even notices.”

Aemond didn’t say anything right away and you were thankful for his silence, giving you the time to control your emotions.

“I noticed” he then spoke softly.

You wiped at your tears,”I’m sorry, I’m just bored and tired and I should have told none of this to you, your grace. I am fine, really, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”

You looked away from him, ashamed now over your honest outburst. You had never been this open to anyone about your feelings before and you had no idea why you blurted it all out to the One-Eyed prince of all people. It made no sense to trust him and yet you did with your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” you cried softly,”I don’t usually cry this much, fuck, I hate this, I hate this entire night.”

You bit your lip, stopping yourself from blurting out more and scaring Aemond away completely. You didn’t want him to go yet and you definitely didn’t want to return to the feast and your drunk husband and his idiot friends.

Aemond just looked at you, lips curling up into a little smile, amused by the fire he saw in you, mixed in between the tears.

Then he carefully took another step closer, placing himself right in front of you. His voice was soft when he spoke,”Do you want to get out of here, my lady?”

Your eyes met his again and this time you couldn’t look away. How did he know exactly what to say and what you needed to hear? And why did it feel so right to be so close to him? To have him call you my lady?

You longed to hear him say it again.

“Where would we go?” you asked, not answering his question yet but leaving it open.

“You wanted something less boring? Maybe even a little dangerous?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his eye as he reached out his hand to you. You knew in that moment you would have said yes to anything he suggested, no matter how crazy or immoral. The thought both scared and exhilarated you.

You nodded slowly and carefully placed your hand in his, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

Aemond offered you another sweet smile, laced with something else now, a fire that awoke something in you that had been dormant for a really long time. His voice so enticing it was making you shiver“My lady, would you like to ride my dragon?”

Aemond was true to his word when he said he would offer you something less boring. That night he took you out for a ride on Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world, giving you a taste of real danger. Throughout the entire journey he had kept his arm around you, keeping you  close to him and making you feel safer than you ever had before.

When you kissed him afterwards he teased you by asking if you wanted to ride his other dragon. You said yes again.

It was the start of an affair that lasted many months and changed your life. For once you were in control, doing something nobody would ever expect you to, something entirely for yourself and it felt liberating. Your husband didn’t care where you went at night as long as he found you in your bed by morning.

You were happier than you’d ever been, even the rare times your husband wanted sex with you were more bearable. You just closed your eyes and thought of your beautiful prince.

Sex with Aemond had been indescribable, you never knew it could feel like that, having only ever been with your husband before. Aemond showed you things, made you feel things and want things you had never imagined in your life. He was like a drug and you were the addict.

But you had been foolish to think it could ever turn into something more than that, or that you were the only one who shared his bed.

The image of the girl was still engraved in your mind, and however much it hurt maybe it was also a good thing. Maybe it was what you needed to distance yourself from Aemond before your feelings would grow stronger and eventually cause you more pain. You forced yourself to stay away from him believing that to be your best and only solution to get him out of your mind. 

But you soon found out absence only made the heart grow fonder. Every part of you missed him, not just your heart, your body started to crave him a little more every day as well.

You were walking the halls of the castle early one morning, on your way to the town’s market, when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, into a dark corner under the stairs, away from prying eyes.

Panic washed over you and you tried to shake free and push whoever was holding you away but their grip on your arm was too strong.

“Let go of me,” you hissed.

“Stop, it’s me,” Aemond pulled his cloak down, revealing his face,”It’s me, calm down.”

“Aemond,” you breathed a sigh of relief but it was quickly replaced by anger and you hit him in the chest,”Calm down? What the fuck, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry,” he stepped back to give you room,”I didn’t want to approach you where everyone else could see. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes met his and just like that your anger faded,”It’s alright.”

You both stared at each other for a while without saying anything. He was so beautiful you couldn’t look away, his features were almost ethereal, unlike any man you had ever laid eyes on. Being this close to him again made all your doubts melt away like snow before the sun.

The time apart hadn’t made any difference, you still wanted him.

Aemond’s lips curled into a smile when he noticed your flustered gaze. He stepped closer again, studying your face, from your eyes down to your lips and back up, the same hunger in his eye as there was in yours.

You finally forced yourself to look away from him. “What do you want, Aemond?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while. Do you not…wish to meet me anymore?”

Your heart ached at his words and you shook your head,”I’ve just been busy, that’s all.”

Aemond reached for your hand, gently lacing your fingers with his,”Are you sure that’s all it is, my lady?”

You nodded. “Why do you care anyway?”

He stepped closer, ignoring your words and trapping you between the wall and his body. His hands came to rest on your waist, his nose brushing against your cheek as he leaned in even closer. “I miss you terribly, that’s all.”

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh when he placed a soft kiss on your jaw and then another one in your neck. All your pride and stubbornness vanished into thin air. You’d let him take you right here if he asked.

“Gods, I miss you too,” you whispered, grabbing his cloak to pull him close.

Aemond’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile and he hummed softly into your ear,”Come to my chambers tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Please, I need you,” his lips brushed against yours, fighting the urge to kiss you but knowing it wouldn’t end with a kiss if he did and this was nor the time or place.

“I…I don’t…”

“Say yes,” he breathed against your mouth,”Please, don’t make me beg…because I will if you don’t say yes.”

His lips curled up into an eager smile and you smiled back against his mouth.”Yes.”

***

You didn’t get a chance to knock twice that night, the door swung open immediately and Aemond grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. Hands on your waist and lips on your neck, continuing where he left off that morning without even greeting you.

“Someone is horny tonight,” you teased with a smile, biting your lip at how good it felt to have his mouth on you.

“You have no idea,” he breathed against your skin, hands fumbling at your dress clumsily while he kept kissing your neck.

“What are you trying to do?” you giggled.

“Get you out of this,” he growled impatiently, pulling your dress down your shoulders.

You helped him untie and unlace everything until you wore nothing but your thin underdress.

“Get on my bed,” Aemond ordered.

You gave him a look.

“Please,” he added with a little grin.

You moved towards his bed and lied down on your back,”How do you want me?”

Aemond pulled off his shirt and licked his lips while he made his way over to you.”Any way you’ll have me, darling.”

He moved his body over yours, his mouth capturing your lips in a filthy, hungry kiss while his hand moved underneath your dress to caress your thighs.

Your legs spread for him immediately, weak and needy under his touch.

“Aemond,” you whined.

“I got you, princess,” he smiled against your skin and moved his hand in between your legs, fingers finding your clit, teasing you ever so slowly while he licked your skin.

It took so little from him to put the fire in you and make you forget about all the rest, your mind only focussed on one thing and that was his touch and how much more of it you needed.

“Please,” you begged.

“Begging already? My lady, I haven’t even started yet,” he gave you a devious look while he moved down in between your legs, putting soft kisses on your inner thigh,”I want to show you how much I’ve missed you, is that okay?”

His words pulled at your heart strings even though you knew he was only talking about sex.

All you could do was nod and watch as Aemond’s kisses moved closer and closer to where you needed him. A heavy moan on your lips when his tongue circled over your clit. He took his time, kissing and licking your most sensitive parts until your back arched off the bed and your fingers tightened into his hair.

Your mind was definitely empty now, all you could think about was being filled by him.

But Aemond wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet.

He moved back up, sitting next to you on the bed while he cupped your face and kissed your lips, soft and slow before he pulled back to look at you.

“Are you going to tell me what happened now?” he asked softly.

“What do you mean?” you moved your hands over his bare chest and stomach but he grabbed your wrists before you could move them lower.

“I am not fucking you until you talk to me.”

You pouted at him.

“Don’t give me that, you ignored me for a month, I’d like to know why.”

“Why? It’s not like I’m your lady, we’re just fucking, why do you care?”

His gaze hardened and then he looked down in a heavy sigh,”Right. That’s all you want then, is it?”

“What else would I want?”

“Nothing,” he sighed,”Forget it….”

“Aemond…”

Before you could say anything else he hovered over you and pushed you down on the bed, one hand on your throat while the other pulled down his pants and freed his cock. 

“You want to fuck, let’s fuck.” He spread your legs and teased your entrance with his fingers and then the head of his cock. 

You moaned into it right away, grinding into him, asking for more and he gave it to you this time, pushing in all the way to the hilt until your nails scratched at his back. Aemond was breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, his breath heavy on your lips.

His pace was slow and his hand moved from your neck down to your breast, massaging softly while he kissed your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Faster, please,” you whispered.

“Gods, I wish you didn’t feel so fucking good,” he moaned as he pushed you down into the mattress, the weight of his body on yours felt so perfect you could already feel your orgasm within reach.

Aemond’s hand cupped your cheek while he looked into your eyes, slowing down a little, not wanting it to be over too fast.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered,”My sweet girl…you drive me absolutely insane, you know that?”

The intensity in his eye and the emotion in his voice made you shiver. Was it possible that he also felt more? Or was he just lost in this blissful moment chasing a much needed release?

You didn’t care anymore, you needed to hear him say it, even if it wasn’t real.

“Aemond,” you pleaded softly,”Tell me you’re mine.”

He whimpered at your words,”I’m yours, I’m all yours, my lady.”

HIs lips found yours in a soft sweet kiss while he started slamming into you harder and faster, chasing his release.

“Say it back to me,” he moaned.

“I’m yours, Aemond.”

“All mine,” he growled before kissing your neck again.

You were close, all you needed was that little push.”Aemond, touch me, please,” you whined.

His hand moved in between your legs, fingers frantically rubbing your clit, making you see stars and you clenched around him hard, taking him with you in your downfall.

“Fuck,” Aemond breathed, collapsing on top of you. You didn’t want him to move and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him close.

He smiled against your cheek before pressing several soft kisses to your lips.

You laid with him in silence for a while, neither of you willing to move. Unspoken words hanging in the air until you finally broke.

“My prince,” you whispered softly,”Last time I was here I saw…that girl…”

He moved to lie down beside you in the bed, still keeping his arm around your waist,”Is that what’s been bothering you?”

“I am not bothered,” you lied.

He looked at you with a little smirk telling you he saw right through you.”Then why did you mention it, hmm?”

“Fine,” you sighed,” Would it be so bad if I was?”

“No, my princess,” Aemond grabbed your hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles,”It would not be bad at all, the opposite actually. The idea that you would feel jealous or possessive over me is…”

He swallowed his words but couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

He held your hand to his heart and added,”But you have no reason to feel so.”

Your eyes met his, you wanted so much to believe him but you also wanted to ask him for an explanation. Who was she was and what was she doing in his bed? And how many times had they… 

You were afraid the answer would only make you feel worse. Aemond sensed your insecurity.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered,”I did not touch her.”

Now it was your turn to smirk and roll your eyes at him.“She was naked in your bed, Aemond. You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings, I can handle it.”

“I swear on my mother’s life I did not touch her,” he repeated, holding your gaze before he continued explaining,”She was one of Aegon’s whores, my brother sent her to me as a present because I had been in a terrible mood all week and he was fed up with me, I guess.”

You stayed quiet.

“He just wanted to offer me some distraction. But I….”

He sighed deeply.

“What is it?” you asked carefully.

“The only distraction I want is you,” he whispered,”You’re all I want, my lady.”

Your heart soared at the way he was looking at you and you leaned in and softly kissed him. Aemond grabbed your face with both hands and deepened the kiss.

It was different than before, his kiss was still hungry but it was also tender and delicate and filled with more affection than you could handle. He was kissing you as if you gave him life and he would die if he stopped. Your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Aemond,” you breathed after a while, coming up for air.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued in a whisper, unable to stop now that his emotions had surfaced and his honesty hadn’t chased you away yet.”You’re on my mind every single minute of every day. It drives me insane when you’re not here, I need you in my bed so I can take you every night and every morning. I want you so bad, all the goddamn time.”

He rolled on top of you, lips finding your neck while his cock pushed against your inner thigh, rock hard again. 

“Gods, I need you, my sweet girl,” he breathed before kissing your mouth again. Your legs spread for him and your hands cupped his face.

“I need you too, Aemond,” you moaned softly as his fingers started teasing your clit.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me,” he growled and aligned his cock with your entrance, teasing you some more before pushing it in.

“Please,” you begged,”More.”

“Tell me what you need, princess.”

”I need you closer, and deeper. Take me and do not hold back.”

Your words spurred him on and he slowly started fucking you, as deep as he could until your heavy moans were the only thing filling the room. You wrapped your body around his, meeting his thrusts, nails digging into his back while your teeth sank into his shoulder. It was enough to make him lose control.

His one hand cupped your face, keeping his eye on yours as he fucked you senseless. You were coming undone, the intense eye contact adding even more fire and an intimacy that almost felt overwhelming. You wanted to look away from him but he didn’t let you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he moaned,”I want to see you fall apart….be with me…cum for me.”

Your body did as he asked, clenching hard as you both climaxed together, this one even more powerful than the last. 

You were completely spent afterwards, sated and satisfied beyond your wildest expectations. The both of you a hot, sweaty mess when Aemond finally pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you.

Your hand searched for his and he laced his fingers with yours, not letting go.

“Stay,” Aemond whispered.

You both leaned onto your sides to look at each other, his hand gently cupping your cheek.”Stay the night with me,” he repeated.

“Aemond,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch,”I want to but….”

He instantly pulled his hands from you and sighed while leaning onto his back, eye at the ceiling now instead of on you.

“I’m sorry,” you moved to sit on the side of the bed, putting your nightdress back on and searching for the rest of your clothes,”I should go.”

Aemond leaned on his elbows to look at you, a sad smirk on his face,”Fleeing the scene of the crime, hmm?”

“That’s not…you’re not…,” you sighed.

“it’s alright, my lady,” he regained his composure and watch you put on your skirt and coat.

When your eyes found his again there was nothing but softness in his gaze and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“When can I see you again?” you asked.

“Right now,” he teased,”Stay and you can see me all night.”

“Aemond,” you rolled your eyes but could’t suppress another smile.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, more seriously.

You nodded.”Tomorrow sounds good.”

“I meant it, you know,” he then added.

“What?”

Ever since that night with Aemond it felt like your world was slightly off balance. Even during work you couldn’t seem to keep your focus, you had bumped into more furniture during the past two weeks than you had in the past 12 months. You kept forgetting where you put things and this morning you found yourself cleaning the mirrors in Aemond’s bedroom only to realize you had already cleaned them an hour earlier. 

You were constantly distracted and on edge. And Aemond wasn’t helping. 

To be fair, he wasn’t doing much of anything. Since that night you had only seen him twice and every time he was on his way out when you arrived muttering some excuse about meetings after which he’d be gone all day.

You were beginning to believe whatever happened between you two that night had been nothing but a dream, that it didn’t actually happen except inside your head.

It was that or the prince regretted that night so much he just wanted to pretend it never happened. You weren’t sure which of those options hurt the most. You just needed to put it behind you and get on with your life. You had always loved your job and life outside of work was pretty good too, with or without Aemond. 

But that was before. 

Now being just his maid didn’t feel like enough anymore. You craved him so badly it was starting to impact every aspect of your life, you knew it had to stop but you had no idea how to get him out of your head.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the door opened and Aemond stepped inside. It felt like so long since you’d last seen him that for a moment just the sight of him took your breath away. You needed a few seconds to find your voice.

“Good evening, your grace,” you greeted him politely and continued with your tasks.

“Good evening, Y/N.” His voice was weak and he sighed deeply while taking off his coat. 

“Long day?” you asked.

“Long week,” he answered and he gave you a weak smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked absolutely wrecked.

You had assumed he’d been avoiding you but looking at him now you realized you may have been mistaken. You recognized that exhausted look on his face that came with too many official duties and endless boring meetings. Maybe he had actually just been busy and not hiding from you.

The thought filled your heart with joy for a moment but you quickly pushed it down again and focussed on the task at hand.

“My prince, Aegon came around earlier to ask me to prepare a bath for you.”

“Oh, he did?” Aemond’s lips curled up in a tired smile and he seemed surprised by your words.

“Was that not at your request?” you asked.

“No, it was not, my brother is…I did not send him. But thank you, it is most welcome.”

Aemond was going to regret the day he told Aegon about his little crush on you, first the wine and now this, he was obviously meddling where meddling was not wanted. Aemond’s love life had always been pretty much non-existent and his brother Aegon loved to tease him about it ever since they were young. If it were up to him he’d have Aemond bedding whores every day of the week. But Aemond never cared much for sex, or female company for that matter.

When he was younger he may have thought about maybe having a wife some day, but then who would have him now? He was the scarred dark prince and he was very well aware of how most women feared him or looked at him in disgust.

But not you.

Ever since he first met you, you had treated him with so much kindness and warmth. He couldn’t help but start to feel affection for you, no matter how misplaced it was. He told himself over and over again that you were just doing your job and that he shouldn’t get his hopes up for anything more.

But that night by the fire, when you were on your knees for him, you had looked at him with so much admiration and lust it changed something deep inside of him. Suddenly he wanted things he had never wanted or needed before. 

And he had no idea what to do about it.

“Your bath will be ready in ten minutes, your grace.”

Your words pulled him from his thoughts and he nodded. “Thank you, lady Y/N.”

Your eyes met his briefly and he smiled the softest, most grateful smile that made your heart skip a beat.

You were both quiet for a moment, not looking away from each other until Aemond moved and sat down on the edge of his bed.

You left the room to prepare everything and take the last buckets of water from the fireplace to the bath tub. When you were done filling it up you put down robes and essential oils and made sure Aemond had everything he needed.

“Will there be anything else, your grace?” you then asked.

He gave you another tired smile but shook his head,”No, I…um…that will be all, thank you.”

Gods, how many times was he going to thank you tonight? Aemond wanted to kick himself, for someone who had read so many books and knew all the big words he felt completely  illiterate when it came to expressing his feelings towards you. 

Stay. For Gods sake just ask her to stay.

But he said nothing, just gave you a polite nod as you stepped back towards the door.

You watched him move from the bed, a painful expression on his face as he stretched and started unbuttoning his vest.

You had reached the door, all you had to do was open it and walk away. But just like last time your feet refused to go. 

All you wanted was to stay. Why didn’t he ask you to stay with him? You had seen it in his eye, that soft longing gaze, you couldn’t have imagined that.

You hesitated and then without thinking blurted out your next words,“Do you need my help?”

Aemond looked up in surprise and for a moment you regretted everything, but then his lips curled up into a sweet smile and this time you could actually see it reaching his eyes.

“Your help?” he asked,”To undress me?”

The teasing tone was back in his voice and you bit your lip”I…I don’t mean to overstep, your grace.”

“Aemond,” he reminded you.

“Aemond,” you repeated and you avoided his eye, waiting for his response.

His voice was soft when he spoke again,”Come here.”

You stepped forward until you were standing right in front of him, still too nervous to look him in the eye.

Aemond lifted your chin with his finger, forcing you to look at him. When you met with his intense lustful gaze you were right back to that night, willing to drop down on your knees and do anything for him.

But you sensed that was not what he needed right now.

He held your eyes and whispered,”Yes…I would very much like your help…if you wouldn’t mind, my lady.”

You stepped closer to him and carefully started unbuttoning his vest, holding eye contact the entire time, you gently pushed it down his shoulders. Then you did the same with his undershirt, taking your time. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. You didn’t hesitate to touch him as you went along, fingers brushing against the skin of his abdomen and chest.

Aemond sighed into it, a little blush forming on his cheeks. 

Neither of you said a word when you started fumbling with the opening of his trousers, you slowly loosened them up until you could pull them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his underpants. You hesitated when your eyes caught sight of the prominent bulge right under your hands and you froze.

“Did I say you could stop?” Aemond’s voice pulled you back into the moment.

He was still teasing but there was a tiredness in his voice that made your heart ache even more for him.

Your gently placed your hands back on his stomach, caressing his warm skin and Aemond let out a shaky breath. You moved your hands lower, down to his happy trail, you avoided his half hard cock as you slowly pulled his undergarments down, leaving him completely naked in front of you. 

When you stood back up his gaze was dark but soft and he leaned in close until you could feel his breath against your cheek. “Stay,” he pleaded softly.

You bit your lip,”I…”

“Please. Bathe with me,” Aemond pressed his forehead against yours and gently cupped your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb,”Let me take off your clothes and bathe with me.”

Your brain seemed to stop functioning in that moment, all you managed was a small nod, but it told him everything he needed to know.

He didn’t waste any time, his hand moved from your cheek down to your neck, untying your apron and pulling it off of you. He spun you around to unlace the back of your dress. The delicate soft way his hands were touching you made your legs weak and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning into it. He took his time, just as you did before, as if he was unwrapping a precious gift.

When you were down to your underdress he sank down on his knees in front of you, never leaving your eyes. His hands trailed up from your ankles to your knees and then your thighs, taking the dress with him on his way up and lifting it over your head. 

You were naked but still his eye was only on your face, holding your eyes while a soft smile spread on his lips.

He was so beautiful and you realized right then and there how utterly and completely crazy you were about him. There was no way you would ever manage to get him out of your head, and frankly you didn’t event want to try anymore.

Aemond stepped into the bath and then reached out his hand to you, helping you to get in.

You wanted to take a seat opposite him but Aemond’s hand didn’t let go of yours.

“No,” he shook his head,”Here. Close to me.”

He sat down and helped you to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest. He used his big hands to get water all over your back and your arms, caressing your skin softly as he went along. His touch was like fire and your entire body was burning for him, you prayed he would never take his hands off you.

As if he had read your mind he started slowly massaging your back. You closed your eyes and let out a long satisfied sigh.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you breathed,”Gods, yes, Aemond.”

He smiled, relieved at your words and encouraged to continue, he moved them up to your neck and your shoulders, feeling the tension you’d been bottling up.

“You feel tense, my lady,” he noticed.

You sighed,”Yes, I…I guess I have been.”

Aemond picked up on the sadness in your voice and he leaned forward, putting a soft, lingering kiss on the back of your head.

“Let me remove everything that hurts, ñuha riña,” he whispered. My lady.

You melted. 

He continued massaging your neck, putting a little more pressure there than before until he felt your tension seeping away and you relaxed completely under his touch.

“Will you let me wash your hair?” he then asked in a whisper.

“I’ll let you do anything you want,” you breathed out without thinking and instantly bit your lip.

Aemond smirked at your statement. “Hmm, good to know.” 

He reached out to the small table next to the tub to grab one of the oils and poured some of it into his hands before putting it on your hair. His fingers softly massaging your scalp and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this relaxed. Or this turned on.

Aemond took his time washing and rinsing your hair and when he was done he wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you close, his head resting on your shoulder. You wanted to die in this moment.

 Your hands moved over his and you laced your fingers together.

“Tell me what else you need,” he breathed and placed a few soft kisses in your neck.

You were struggling to form a coherent thought, mumbling pieces of words that didn’t make any sense. Aemond smiled affectionately.

“Show me,” he then breathed into your ear.

Your hands were still covering his and you guided him to your breasts. He didn’t need anymore guidance once there, massaging them softly and letting his thumbs play with your nipples while he continued to kiss your neck. No more chaste kisses this time, he licked your skin and sucked just hard enough to bruise. Your whole body was starting to tremble with need.

You moved his other hand down over your stomach and in between your legs. “Touch me,” you begged,”Please, touch me.”

He didn’t let you beg for long, his fingers brushing over your clit, making perfect slow circles while his other hand kept massaging your breast.

You had ached for this for so long now that it was happening it was almost overwhelming. You were embarrassingly close to falling apart already.

Aemond smirked against your skin, relishing in the way your body reacted and surrendered to him.

He moved his fingers over your folds, teasing your entrance while keeping his thumb pressed on your clit.

“Tell me what else you need, ñuha riña” he teased you, gently biting your earlobe,”Use your words.”

You moaned softly, biting your lip and trying to stop yourself from grinding into his hand,”I want your fingers…inside of me.”

Aemond moved his hand from your breast up to your neck, making you gasp when he grabbed your throat and simultaneously pumped two fingers deep inside your wet heat.

“Like this? Does that feel good, my sweet girl?” he growled into your ear while pumping his fingers in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit and his hand putting pressure on your throat, trying to keep you still and close to him.

All you could do was whimper and push back on his fingers, your orgasm quickly building.

“Yes,” you breathed heavily,”Yes…”

“You look so beautiful like this,” Aemond whispered into your ear,”So tight and so wet…Seven hells….I can’t wait to fuck you properly.”

That did it, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and you clenched and clenched around his fingers until you were completely spent, your body collapsing against him. Aemond released his grip on your neck and pulled you into his embrace again.

For a few minutes you just laid with him, your heartbeat steadying and your breathing slowing down as Aemond softly caressed your hair, letting you come down from your high.

“Was that to your satisfaction, my lady?” he then asked, a little smirk on his face.

“Yes,” you breathed into a smile and moved out of his arms to turn around in the bath tub, finally facing him.

His face was completely flustered, his eye hooded with lust and as he was licking his lips you realized you hadn't felt his mouth on yours yet. Suddenly his lips was all you could think about.

But you had other plans for him first.

Your hand gently cupped his face, letting your fingers brush over his eye patch, slowly, while looking into his other eye.

“May I?” you asked softly.

You noticed the nervous twitch of his lips but he nodded. You carefully removed the patch from his face, revealing the sapphire eye underneath. You had seen the prince without his eye patch before, but never up close, and he was always quick to cover it up when he noticed you were in the room.

You couldn’t look away and Aemond sighed deeply, breaking eye contact.

You let your thumb caress his scars and you leaned forward, gently pressing your forehead against his.”You’re beautiful, my prince, every inch of you is beautiful.”

He softly whimpered at your words and leaned into you. You placed sweet lingering kisses all over his scars while Aemond’s hands caressed your back, nails scratching at your skin as he slowly pulled you closer and closer to him. His breath was warm and heavy on your cheek, his lips inching closer and closer to yours.

It took every last bit of your willpower to stop him and lean back.

You reached for the oils next to the bath tub and poured some of it in your hands while you carefully straddled him. His cock was hard and pressing against your inner thigh but you would have to ignore that for now.

“It’s only fair,” you smiled at him and he returned it with a soft, sweet smile of his own, making your heart swell up with affection for him.

“Lean forward,” you ordered him. 

He obeyed immediately, letting you put the oils all over his hair. You spread it over his long blonde locks and then gently massaged his scalp. Aemond sighed into your touch, his hands softly resting on your hips as you continued washing his hair. You were working deliberately slowly, feeling Aemond’s cock twitch against your thigh from time to time, his breathing  speeding up, growing more needy with every touch of your hands.

You rinsed his long hair thoroughly and when you were done you pushed it back over his head, eyes meeting his again and he cupped your chin, brushing his thumb over your lip before he spoke softly,”Come closer to me. I need to feel you, all of you.”

You did as he asked, placing your hands on his chest while you straddled him.

Aemond nuzzled your cheek and whispered hot in your ear.”Come sit on my cock and ride me.”

The hunger in his tone was undeniable and it awakened the fire in you instantly. Your hand moved in between his legs, slowly wrapping around his length and pumping him a few times before guiding him to your heat. Aemond’s head fell back in a blissful grunt at your touch. You teased him some more, dragging the head of his cock over your folds, from your clit down to your entrance and back up again.

You were moaning softly at the sensation and Aemond joined you, his hands gripping harder at your waist, fingers digging into your skin.

“Take me,” he moaned into your mouth,”Please…take all of me, ñuha riña.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer and you slowly sank down on his throbbing length, knocking the air out of both of you for a moment.

“Fuck,” you breathed,”You’re so big.”

Aemond laughed against your neck,”There is no need for flattery right now, my lady.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as well and you carefully tried to take him in all the way. Aemond watched you struggle and grabbed your chin again, looking deep into your eyes.

“Slowly, my sweet girl,” he whispered,”We don’t have to rush.”

The lustful heated gaze on his face told you differently but he kept his hips still, leaving you in control. His hands caressed your back and tangled into your hair, holding you close to him while he started kissing your neck again, open mouthed wet kisses that had you melting in his arms while your body got used to the feel of having him so deep inside of you.

You had never felt so full in your life and the initial painful sting quickly changed into bliss. You slowly started to rock against him, feeling the delicious stretch his cock offered you.

“Aemond,” you whimpered.

“Hmmm?”

“Move.”

He obeyed immediately, lifting his hips to slowly fuck into you. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as you possible could. Aemond’s face was buried into your neck, his breath and moans hot on your skin while his hands sank down to grab your ass.

You wanted to cry with how good it felt to have him like this, your bodies completely intertwined, clinging to each other as if you were made for him and he was made for you, a perfect fit. Aemond quickly found a satisfying rhythm that left you both lost in the other.

“Aemond, I’m close,” you breathed into his ear after a while,”I’m so close.”

His hands moved up to hold your neck, bringing your face close to his,”Look at me, Y/N.”

The use of your name in this moment somehow felt so intimate and when you met his soft gaze your heart soared. 

Gods, you loved him. It was stupid and way too fast and you knew it couldn’t lead to anything good but you loved him all the same.

Aemond couldn’t take his eye off you, his hands kept caressing your hair and your face as he slowly fucked you closer to your climax.

He wanted to cum so badly but he also never wanted this moment to end. He had never enjoyed sex all that much before but this was not sex, it felt like coming home every time he buried himself deep inside your heat.

He was safe here, and wanted, and loved. 

It was stupid, he knew that. He barely knew you and you two came from totally different worlds, yet right now he could not imagine his world without you.

“Aemond,” you softly moaned against his lips, letting your hands run through his long hair and leaning your face against his. The look in your eyes so hungry it only made him need you more.

“Kiss me,” he breathed,”Please kiss me.”

Your lips found his in a soft but heated kiss, you sighed happily at finally feeling his soft lips on yours. His tongue licked into your mouth, finding yours, kissing you so deep and so slow, as if he wanted to savor every inch of you. When he moaned into your mouth you soared to new heights.

Your orgasm was building, your walls started to clench around him, there was no slowing it down.

Aemond started fucking you faster, harder, still continuing to kiss you through your moans, neither of you wanting to come up for air but both unable to stall it for much longer. You were falling, seeing stars and you had to stop yourself from screaming out his name for the whole castle to hear when you finally came.

Aemond’s moans grew louder and louder and he bit down on your shoulder when he finally released inside of you.

When it was over he held you in his arms and you clung to him. You never wanted to let him go again and suddenly tears filled your eyes, caused by both the impact of your release and the realization of your feelings for him. Aemond kissed your forehead, whispering soft words of comfort in your ear.

“It’s okay, ñuha riña, I’m here with you,” he sighed deeply,”my sweet beautiful girl, I’m right here.”

There was so much more he wanted to tell you but he couldn’t. Not now, not yet.

Being Prince Aemond’s maid was the best job you could have wished for. You were a poor girl from a simple family, your parents barely had enough to survive and sustain you and your three sisters. There was no money or time for an education. As soon as you were able to you started working to earn money for yourself and your family.

You’d started out cleaning in the staff’s quarters of the Red Keep, then worked your way up to taking care of the guest quarters, a job you’d held for several years.

This last year you got your final promotion: maid for the royal family and more specifically Prince Aemond.

You were nervous at first, knowing nothing about the prince except what you’d heard around the corridors of the castle, that he was not a kind man, that he could be cold and cruel. And those weren't the worst rumors going around, some called him violent and unhinged, a dangerous man you didn’t want to cross paths with.

But that wasn’t your experience with him at all. After many months of working for Aemond you had found him to be kind, quiet and polite. He always treated you with gratitude and respect and never demanded too much from you.

You felt like the luckiest maid in the entire realm.

It was late that particular night, you had just finished washing and folding Aemond’s clothes and were on your way to deliver them to his chambers. You knocked on the door and waited for the prince to answer.

“Who is there?”

“It’s Y/N, your grace, I have your robes for tomorrow…I can leave them by the door.”

It was quiet for a moment and you were just about to put the clothes on the little table next to his door when he answered again.”Come in, please.”

You opened the door without giving it any second thought and stepped into his room. 

Aemond must have just returned from the bath because his hair was still wet, clinging to his shoulders and bare chest but that wasn’t where your eyes were drawn to. He was completely naked and you couldn't help your gaze from traveling downwards.

The clothes you were holding almost fell to the floor in shock and for a moment you just stared, unable to help yourself. You quickly recovered and turned your back to him, averting your gaze and biting your lip.

“I’m sorry, your grace,” you stuttered,” I shouldn’t have looked, forgive me.”

Aemond just smiled, amused at your embarrassment and your obvious interest in his lower regions, ”You do not have to apologize, my dear. And I believe I have told you before there is no need for such formalities in here. Call me Aemond, please.”

“Aemond,” you sighed, still keeping your back to him,”I shouldn’t have come in this late, I'm sorry, I thought you said…”

“I asked you to come in,” he clarified.

“Oh.”

Confusion clouded your mind. You had known the prince for almost a year now but except for some small talk you two hadn’t really shared any actual conversations, and it definitely wasn’t a habit of him to invite you into his room this late at night. Aemond always kept to himself when you were around and he was usually quiet. And fully dressed.

“Why?” you asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you ask me to come in?”

“Maybe I like the company.”

You felt him move behind you but you didn’t dare turn around, knowing he was still as naked as when you walked in and not trusting your eyes to not have a will of their own.

"Do you want company?" you asked, trying to focus on the conversation.

"I wouldn't mind it."

“I can look into getting one of the girls from the pleasure house, my prince. I’m sure they would only be too happy to…”

“No,” he interrupted you with a weak smile,”No, I don’t want any of them.”

His words only brought more confusion and your mind was running in too many different directions. You had no idea what he wanted.

“My lady, are you ever going to turn around and look at me?” Aemond interrupted your thoughts.

He had never called you my lady before today but something was different tonight-apart from him not wearing any clothes that is- the air in the room felt heavy and thick.

“I can’t, my prince, it would be improper, I am your maid,” you reminded him.

“I am well aware, Y/N,” he chuckled and hesitated a moment before asking his next question,“Have you ever seen a man naked before?”

This time it was your turn to smile, “I have, your grace. More than once actually.” 

But no man like you. Those words died on your tongue and you shook your head, if this went on for much longer you were sure to say or do the wrong thing. You had always found the prince attractive, but you valued your job over anything else so it wasn’t something you allowed yourself to dwell on or really think about.  He descended from dragon blood, you descended from nothing. You would never be more than his maid.

You sighed deeply, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind and saying the only thing you could say. “I should go, your grace."

Aemond's face fell at your formal words but then he noticed that despite them you still hadn’t moved closer to the door.

"Are you a virgin, my lady?" he then asked.

You bit your lip and shook your head. Why was he asking those things when you were fighting so hard not to think such impure thoughts?

"Answer your prince," he insisted.

"No, I am not a virgin."

His lips curled up into a little smile and he slowly took a few steps closer to you. Even without looking you felt him and your body reacted instantly, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest and if he came much closer he would hear it too.

When he took another step you could feel the heat from his body radiating against yours. His voice a heavy whisper against your ear now,"Do you want to go? Or do you want to look at me?"

You let out a shaky breath, the presence of him and how he was able to see into your mind, the teasing tone in his question…everything about him was clouding your judgment. 

God, you wanted to look. But you worked for him, it was all kinds of wrong.

“It is a simple question, my dear. To which there is no wrong answer, I will not judge or belittle you for your choice.”

You stayed quiet for a moment and he did not press you for an answer, letting you decide in your own time.

Eventually you asked the question back to him,”What is it that you want, your gra…Aemond?”

You heard him step back from you again and immediately felt cold at the loss. But then his voice brought you back into the moment, low and almost challenging, “I want you to look.”

You sighed deeply realizing there was no way out of this, if you walked away right now you would regret it for the rest of the night, and probably a lot longer. His voice and his request had broken down your walls. You would probably regret this too, but at least you’d have something to remember.

You slowly turned around.

Aemond was sitting down in his chair by the fireplace, still fully naked, legs wide open and his cock half hard in between. The sight of him instantly took your breath away.

He smiled softly when he noticed how you stared and how flustered you had already become just from seeing him like this.

But you recovered quickly, slowly taking a few steps closer to him while your eyes came to rest on his.

“What can I do for you, your grace?” your question sounded innocent but the darkness in your eyes didn't lie.

You would have done anything he asked of you, no matter how improper or vulgar it may be.

Your gaze held onto him, your turn to challenge him now and it worked. The prince was blushing, his chest rising up and down fast under his heavy breath.“I want you to watch."

He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it lazily and slowly, never taking his eye off you. You were both breathing hard. The sight of him put an ache between your legs you hadn’t felt in a really long time.

“Take off your apron,” Aemond asked.

You did as he asked, slowly taking off your apron and letting it fall down to the floor. The dress you wore underneath showed more of your curves and even a little cleavage. It wasn’t much but it seemed to be enough for Aemond to be affected. His hand moved over his cock a little faster and more determined.

“The dress,” he continued,” Take it off.”

You followed his instructions again, unable to do anything else but obey. You took your time, noticing how he enjoyed every second of you teasing him, encouraging you to keep it going.

Your dress fell to the floor next to your apron, leaving you in just your underdress. You knew he could see more than just your curves now, the fabric being almost completely see through.

Aemond’s eye was no longer on yours now, it was on your body, drinking you in from top to bottom. He was flustered and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander as well, down to his hand and how it wrapped so perfectly around his now fully hard huge cock, his thumb circling the head, spreading his precum all over himself. You couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like wrapped around your throat, or how those long delicate fingers would feel curled deep inside of your wet cunt.

You pressed your legs together, the ache down there quickly building into something you wouldn’t be able to ignore much longer.

You started pulling down the last layer of clothing hiding you from him but Aemond shook his head.

“No, leave it on,” he stopped you, his eye finding yours again,”Leave it on, my lady.”

You nodded and did as he asked.

“Come closer to me,” he then pleaded.

Your feet moved instantly at his words, as if he controlled your every move now. You stepped closer until you were standing right in front of him. You weren’t sure what came over you, it was as if you were hypnotized by that one piercing eye boring into your soul and pulling all the strings.

Your body seemed to have taken over from your mind and it only wanted one thing, to make the man in front of you fall apart.

You sank down to your knees and Aemond’s eye widened in surprise. Your hands moved up his thighs, making him hiss between his teeth while he kept pumping himself, faster now, suddenly no longer the one in control. His mouth fell open as he watched you in awe.

“My lady...fuck,” he breathed.

You slowly licked your lips while you moved your face in between his legs, all your attention focussed on his cock. You didn’t touch him, you just opened your mouth suggestively and then looked up at him.

Aemond looked wrecked, still in disbelief of what was happening and how eagerly you got down on your knees for him.

This wasn’t what he’d planned. None of this was what he’d planned, he never should have listened to Aegon and shared that last bottle of wine with him. Aemond was far from drunk but he was definitely buzzed, the loss of his inhibitions made him bolder than usual, not to mention horny as hell. This was exactly why he didn’t drink.

Because now here he was at the point of no return, having lost all self control. You held it all in the palm of your hand as it wrapped around his cock and took over from him, jerking him slowly. Aemond was afraid he would cum on the spot just from finally feeling your touch. He had imagined this countless of times but his fantasies could never live up to the real deal. 

Your eyes looked up at him with so much lust as you leaned in and took him into your mouth, your heat and wetness engulfing him so perfectly Aemond thought he might die.

His head fell back against the chair and he moaned shamelessly, no longer able to hold back, hands gripping the sides of the chair.

You continued pumping him slowly while letting your mouth get used to the feel of him, trying to take him in a little deeper with every bop of your head. 

“Yes…just like that,” Aemond finally found his voice again, encouraging you as he moaned,”Gods, please don’t stop…you feel so good…oh my sweet girl…fuck…yes…”

Your free hand searched for his, grabbing his wrist and guiding him towards your head. Aemond took the hint, he gently caressed your scalp and then grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your movements, letting him set the rhythm.

He wanted to go slow, savor every moment of this but his body was betraying him. He could feel how close he was already, your mouth and your hand pushing him closer to that edge.

“Faster,” he moaned,”Please…faster….oh gods…fuck…don’t stop…I’m gonna come…”

When you dug your nails into his thighs and moaned around his cock he was done for. He fucked your mouth mercilessly and it didn't take more than a few thrust for him to fall apart completely. He wanted to pull out but you didn’t budge, sucking him down until you felt his hot white cum fill the back of your throat. Aemond was whimpering beneath you, hands tightening in your hair as you swallowed all of him.

You felt him grow weak in your mouth and took your time licking him clean, he was still breathing hard and moaning softly, coming down from his high. His hand in your hair lost its grip and he leaned back against the chair, trying to calm down his racing heart.

"You're so good," he breathed in a whisper,"So good to me...my sweet girl...gods...your mouth is heaven.."

You smiled softly and got comfortable on the floor in between his legs. You wanted nothing more but to stay right there by his side, your hand softly caressing his leg while you rest your head on his thigh. All thoughts of your own needs were forgotten, somehow this was all you needed and all you wanted tonight, to take care of him and make him feel good. Nothing else mattered.

Aemond closed his eye, his hand finding its way back to your head, caressing your hair and gently scratching your scalp.

He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to speak anymore, didn’t want to do anything that could ruin the magic of this moment.

You were so beautiful and so good to him and he had no idea what he had done to deserve this. But he would hold onto it, even if it was only for tonight.

There had been no intent behind it, at first, all Aemond wanted that morning was to hold you close, seeking your warmth and comfort. 

He’d woken up from a particularly bad dream filled with blood and battle, and death. He needed your presence to calm him down and help him doze off back to a more peaceful sleep.

He searched for your warm body in the bed, draping one arm across your stomach to pull you closer to him. You hummed contently and melted into him, your back pressed perfectly against his chest.

This was all he desired, just to have you this close, safe, warm. Your body trembled lightly when his hand moved underneath your thin night gown to caress your sides and lower back, fingers trailing carefully over your skin, then lower down to the curve of your ass.

You hummed in your sleep again, reacting to his touch and it put a smile on Aemond’s lips. He continued his delicate caresses, earning more soft sighs and deep breaths from you.

It didn’t take long before it started to affect him.

He was hard. And just like that sleep was the last thing on his mind.

It started innocently enough, him just pulling you that little bit closer until your ass rested against his groin, giving him that little bit of friction to take the edge off. But it only made him grow harder, the press of your perfect ass against him, encouraging him to move, just enough to make it feel good. 

Aemond fought it for a while but it was no use, he needed it, needed you and the urge was growing stronger every second. So was his erection, now strained and uncomfortable against the fabric of his undergarments.

He took off his underwear and slowly shifted his hips, letting his cock move in between your legs, hand gripping your hip as gently as he could, not wanting to wake you. His breath shuttered against your neck when he slowly started rutting against you, trying anything he could to get more friction.

He lost track of just how long he’d lay there like that, softly shoving his cock in between your inner thighs while you slept.  He was on edge now, rock hard and desperate to cum. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, struggling more with every second.

His breath was growing heavier with every grind of his hips, your underwear wet with his precum. He bit his lip and fought the urge to bury his fingers into your skin and just push his cock against into your folds without holding back, chasing his much needed release. 

He needed more, needed to be buried deep inside your tight wet little pussy and feel your walls pull around him. He bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud, fighting the urge to touch himself and just give in.

You woke up feeling your husband’s hard-on between your legs and his heavy breath in your ear. You could feel him shaking with want and obviously trying to hold back for you.

He clearly assumed you were still asleep and you were okay with letting him believe that for a little while longer, enjoying the way his length felt against your center, the head of his cock pressing so deliciously against your clit through your underwear.

Your breathing quickly picked up, matching his and when Aemond grunted in your ear you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. Even through the fabric you could feel his cock pulse with need. Your cunt was throbbing in response.

You rocked your hips back to meet his thrust and Aemond whimpered loudly.

“Good morning, my sweet husband,” you teased,”How long have you been at it?”

“A while,” his voice sounded wrecked and you couldn’t help but smile at his struggle. 

”You’re awake now?” he checked, an innocent question that held a lot more.

“Wide awake,” you confirmed.

“Good,” he yanked down your underwear in one swift motion and then dragged his hard-on through your folds without any restraints. You both gasped at the direct contact.

“Gods, Aemond,” you moaned when he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Morning, my beautiful wife,” Aemond breathed into your ear and you could hear the satisfied grin on his lips,”You’re wet, my love.”

“You have a way of doing that to me,” you whispered.

“Is that so?” he teased, suddenly having no issue to hold himself back now that he noticed you were just as turned on as he was and he was about to get what he wanted.

He gently moved your hair out of your neck and kissed your skin while his hand moved down to your inner thighs. Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh and you leaned into him.

“Open for me,” he whispered into your ear,”Let me feel how wet you are.”

His fingers moved in between your legs, spreading your wetness through your folds and playing with your clit.

“Aemond…fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, rocking your hips back against him, asking for more.

Just a few words and touches from him and you were already a needy whimpering mess. The power he held over you was ridiculous.

He circled your clit agonizingly slowly while kissing and sucking on your neck, loving the sight of your body surrendering to him so quickly and so completely.

“You want my cock, hmm?” his tongue licked a trail from your neck up to your ear, biting on your earlobe,”Say it, tell me how bad you want me.”

“I want your cock,” you breathed heavily,” Gods, I need it, I need you…please…fuck me, Aemond.”

He slid into you with ease, knowing the air out of both of you for a moment. Aemond bit down on your shoulder at the feel of you clenching around him, finally giving him what he’d been craving all morning. 

He caressed your shoulder and your back and buried himself into you, filling you up to the hilt and then holding still. The sudden lack of friction made you let out a whimper of frustration.

“Shhh,” he whispered into your ear,”Easy now.”

“I can’t,” you whined,” I need you…I need…to move…”

“Stop clenching or this will be over much too soon,” he warned, placing more soft kisses on your shoulder and wrapping both arms around you to hold you still.

You fought the urge to chase what you needed and just allowed yourself to be in the moment with him, feeling the stretch of his cock filling you up so perfectly and making you feel so full.

“Aemond,” you breathed quietly, letting your body relax in his embrace. Still and safe.

“That’s it, my good girl,” his voice was soothing in your ear.

“If you want me to stop clenching you probably shouldn’t say shit like that,” you pointed out, earning you a low chuckle from him.

“My voice gets you all worked up, hmm?” he teased.

“You know it does,” you whispered.

You married Aemond only 7 months ago and already you could no longer imagine a life without him, nor he without you. You’d been strangers the day of the wedding, both of you nervous as hell for what was to come. Those nerves died in his bed that night when Aemond made love to you.

He’d made love to you every single day since, often more than once a day. 

He was addicted to you just as much as you were to him.

“iksā sīr gevie, ñuha jorrāelagon,” Aemond then whispered in your ear, slowly starting to move his hips and give you both some much needed friction,”ao sagon sīr sȳz naejot nyke, ñuha dōna sȳz riña.”

*You are so beautiful, my love. You’re so good to me, my sweet good girl*

Hearing your husband speak in his Valyrian mother tongue always made you weak and he loved to see the effect it had on you. A satisfied grin appeared on his face when you desperately rocked back against him, meeting his every thrust, quickly building up a pace that left you both breathing hard and fast. 

Aemond had one hand firm on your hip, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly pulled it back, exposing your neck fully to him, teeth grazing your skin before he kissed you.

“Ñuhon,” he growled into your ear while his hips slammed into you.

Mine.

“Aōhon,” you answered with a low moan.

Yours.

Aemond started fucking you deeper, sloppier, chasing his release now without holding back. 

“I want to see you fall apart,” he moaned against your neck,”Cum on my cock, take me with you, give me what I need. Now.”

When his hand slipped between your legs to work on your clit you were done for, orgasm crashing down upon you and Aemond was quick to follow, your name on his lips as he finally let go and filled you up with his hot seed.

He held you in his arms afterwards, not pulling out just yet, his breath still hot on your neck.

You moved your arm up to find his head and softly caressed his hair and his face. The room was quiet now except for Aemond’s soft little sighs into your ear. You both remained like that for some time, happy to just have him close like this for a while longer.

Eventually Aemond moved and turned you around in his arms, your eyes meeting his soft, loving gaze for the first time that morning.

He gently caressed your cheek.“Avy jorrāelan, ōños hen ñuha ābrar,” he whispered.

*I love you, light of my life*

A smile curled on your lips at his words and you leaned into his touch. “I love you more, my dear husband.”

From a very young age you were told that you were born wrong.

A difficult and sad child who didn’t fit in anywhere. Instead of friends you had mood swings and crying fits. Your parents had no idea what to do with you.

You were at your happiest when you were alone but even then happy wasn’t an emotion you often got to experience. When you were twelve you started harming yourself and when your mother found the scars she called you a devil’s child, said there was a demon inside of you and nobody on this earth could ever love something as broken as you.

As soon as you were of age you were betrothed, the quickest way for your family to get rid of you and let someone else deal with the burden.

You were to marry prince Aemond Targaryen, better known as the prince with the black heart. A troubled child of his own. A fitting arrangement.

You hated your parents for it, and you hated him, but most of all every single morning when you woke up you just hated yourself.

You soon found out depression looked the same everywhere, whether it was in your small bedroom in your parent’s house or in Aemond’s luxurious chambers in Valyria, the darkness in your heart remained the same.

You didn’t want to be here. In this world. Alive. Everyone would be better off without you. Your entire family but mostly your new husband. You had nothing to offer him except darkness, and you were pretty sure he didn’t need any more of that.

But Aemond didn’t see it that way. He took his duty as your husband very seriously, He took care of you, or made one of his servant girls take care of you when you yourself couldn’t be bothered.

During that first year of marriage you didn’t even let him come near you and much to your surprise Aemond never pushed. Nor did he judge you for your dark moods. He never laid a hand on you and gave you time alone whenever you asked for it. He respected your needs, and he seemed to respect you.

But you didn’t know how to handle his kindness, you had never received it before in your life and you just didn’t know what to do with it. So every time he tried to open up to you or get to know you, you shut him down. But he never stopped trying.

Nobody had ever fought so hard to be with you.

It happened one night after he came home from battle, you’d overheard a fight between him and his mother. You recognized the insults thrown his way, having heard them all your whole life.

“There’s something horribly wrong with you.” “You put this family to shame, what are we going to do with you?”

And your favorite one: “You are broken beyond repair.”

You knew Aemond’s mother loved him more than yours ever did but words spoken in the heat of an argument could hurt like daggers to the heart.

You’d found him alone in his room after that, bruised from the fight but bruised even more by the harsh words of someone he loved. He was crying when you entered the room and he didn’t hide it from you. His weakness right there on display for you, and it changed things. For the first time since you were married your heart opened for him.

You kissed him that night, and he took you to bed and made love to you. Gently and patiently but with a fire that left you breathless and changed afterwards. He gave you pleasure that was beyond anything you had ever experienced. You never knew another person could feel that good.

Afterwards he held you in his arms, your fingers tracing the patterns of the scars on his face, never looking away until he blushed under your gaze. He kissed every remaining scar on your wrists and arms and vowed to protect you from anyone or anything that would ever try to harm you again. Even if that person was yourself.

You became addicted to his touch that night and, much against your own expectations, you fell deeply and madly in love with him.

Once that door was opened and Aemond was allowed to touch you whenever he wanted he couldn’t stop. Whether it was fucking you in the hallway or fingering you under the dining table or just holding you in his arms as you cried yourself to sleep after another bad day, his hands would be on you every chance he got. Over the years he’d learned to recognize your moods and anticipate them, and he knew better than anyone how to handle your dark side.

You’d been stirring all morning, keeping him from his sleep. You were already annoyed with yourself and now you were also feeling guilty for waking him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hmm,” he turned to you, taking his time and then slowly opening his eye to meet yours,”There is no need for that, my darling.”

His voice was still hoarse and sleepy, making him sound even softer than usual. “Come here,” his hand reached for you, pulling you into his space and into the safety of his arms,”Did something happen? Who upset you? Should I maim or kill someone?”

“Stop,” a weak but soft smile played on your lips as you shook your head.

“Because I will,” he added,”Just say the word.”

You smiled but then the smile faded and your voice was shaking when you spoke,”Can you kill the demons in my head?”

Aemond stayed quiet, concern written all over his face as he cupped your cheek and softly brushed your skin with his thumb. He pressed his forehead against yours.”Unfortunately I can not, my love,” he gently nuzzled your cheek,”But…I can silence them for a while. If you let me.”

His lips found your neck, kisses soft and delicate.

“Aren’t you still tired?” you whispered, feeling guilty again for being so needy and keeping him from his sleep.

“I am never too tired to pleasure my wife,” he whispered in between kisses, making you melt into him.

His hands moved underneath the blankets and underneath your thin dress, caressing your thighs and stomach.

“Clear your head,” he whispered into your ear,”All I want you to focus on is my hands on your skin…my lips…my tongue…my fingers.”

To accentuate his words he captured your mouth in a soft wet kiss while he slowly slipped his fingers in between your legs.

Your eyes closed in a heavy sigh and you leaned into the bed, your body already surrendering. Wet after only a few touches and words from him.

“Spread your legs for me,” his sleepy voice continued, fingers now lazily circling your clit and a soft whimper escaped your mouth,”Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

You nodded and your lips parted in a heavy moan when his fingers teased your entrance. “Aemond…please,” another whimper from your lips, encouraging him.

Aemond crawled under the covers, putting himself on top of you and slowly pushing your dress up so he could kiss your stomach, hands pulling your underwear down to strip you bare for him.

Your eyes rolled back in your head when you felt his lips on your inner thigh, kissing and licking your skin, closer and closer to where you needed him. Your legs parted for him, a silent plea to give you what you needed.

But you knew you’d have to patient this morning, Aemond was going to take his time with you. He wanted you out of your head, he wanted you to crave it so badly it was the only thing you could think about.

Your hands moved into his hair, gently caressing his head. Aemond showed mercy on you and gave one slow long lick through your folds.

Your hips bucked involuntarily but he was quick to hold you down.

“Shhh, not yet,” his deep voice gave you chills and then his tongue was on your clit and your brain shut down.

His hands moved up and down your thighs while his mouth focussed on drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could get out of you, your wetness coating his tongue. He moved slow, building you up but never letting you come down.

Your body was trembling, hands pulling at his hair but Aemond didn’t let it distract him. He teased your entrance with his tongue before pushing in as far as he could.

“Oh god…Aemond…I’m so close…god I’m so close, please….husband…please.”

Your desperate pleas didn’t distract him either, it only put a smirk on his face before he started sucking on your clit.

Your back arched off the bed, no more words but only your heavy moans now filled the bedroom. Aemond loved every second of it, loved how vocal you got for him. He was rock hard in his pants by now but he didn’t care, this was only about you and your pleasure.

Tears filled your eyes when he started eating you out like a man starved, licking and sucking while slowly pushing his fingers into your dripping heat. It was all too much, and just enough. Your orgasm was building and Aemond held you down until you started shaking uncontrollably. He kept edging you, stalling it, even now, just to hold you here as long as he could, in this space where there was only bliss.

The sound of you moaning his name over and over went straight to his cock but he was only focussed on getting you there. Your heart was racing and when you finally came it was with a silent scream and tears streaming down your face. It felt like your soul left your body, there was no more darkness here, all that filled your mind was him and everything else fell away. The high was indescribable.

But temporary.

Slowly but surely you came down again.

“Aemond,” you cried.

He cleaned you up gently and patiently before moving up into the bed and pulling you into his arms,”I’m here, my sweet girl, I’m right here.”

You clung to him, burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in, a smile on your lips through your tears.

Aemond kissed your forehead while his hands caressed your back and your hair, keeping you close to him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered,”My beautiful, gorgeous wife.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“I love you more,” you whispered back.

He hugged you close and you caressed his chest and his stomach, feeling his heart beat fast under your ear. When your hand moved down lower on his stomach you heard him bite back a moan and you noticed the huge bulge in his pants.

Your hand moved down his happy trail but he was quick to grab your wrist. “It’s okay,” he reassured you,”We don’t have to do anything, Just let me hold you. I understand you’re not in the mood right now, my love.”

You leaned back from his chest and looked at him, eyes hooded when you whispered,”I am never not in the mood to pleasure my husband.”

Aemond swallowed hard at your words. “What…are you doing?”

“Returning the favor, my sweet beautiful prince,” you kept your eyes on his while you moved under the covers and in between his legs, your hand cupped him through his pants and slowly stroked up and down his length.

Aemond hissed at the contact and bit his lip as he looked down at you,“You know you don’t…have to do that.”

You smirked up at him, “Your tone lacks conviction, my prince.”

Your fingers hooked into his pants and pulled them down his legs, freeing his erection. “It…does not,” Aemond was still protesting but he was breathing harder and his hands were already clutching at the sheets in anticipation,”I…I mean it…you don’t…”

When your lips wrapped around the head of his cock all words failed him and his eyes rolled back in his head, nothing but moans and desperate whimpers from his lips now, followed by a string of Valyrian curses as you took him deeper into your mouth.

He did mean it, he would never allow you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. But now that your hot, wet mouth was engulfing him so perfectly he was struggling to hold onto that thought.

His hand found your hair, stroking it gently, hips bucking off the bed to slowly fuck your mouth.

Aemond loved being the one in control but he loved this just as much. Handing you the power to reduce him to a whimpering mess and just surrendering, trusting in you to give him what he craved so badly.

“Gods…your mouth, darling,” he grunted,”You’re taking me so well…you feel so fucking good…I’m not gonna last…oh god…please don’t stop…don’t stop…ohh, my queen.”

You moaned around his length and the last of his resolve fell. He grabbed your face with both hands to guide you along his cock, rough now as he fucked into your mouth without any restraint.

He was hurting you but you didn’t care, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing Aemond come undone when you were the one getting him there.

After one last obscene moan you felt his hot seed hit the back of your throat. You swallowed all of him and licked him clean afterwards, feeling him tremble under your touch.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he breathed,” Your mouth is going to be the death of me one day, my filthy little princess.”

You moved back up and into his arms and Aemond didn’t hesitate to pull you close, the blissed out look on his face put a smile on yours.

“Princess? I thought I was your queen?” you teased.

Aemond just smiled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. ”You are my everything,” he then whispered.

You buried your face against his neck and closed your eyes, your hand gently caressing his chest. Aemond let out a deep satisfied sigh.

“I’m sorry I’m so difficult sometimes,” you then spoke quietly..

Aemond pulled you even closer into his hug,”You are not difficult, my love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry I’m so needy then.”

“Well, yes, you are extremely needy,” he teased and you hit him on the chest. He just laughed but then his eye met yours and the look on his face softened,”But that works out quite perfectly because…tending to your needs is my favorite thing in the entire world and I will never tire of it.”

He kissed your lips again, soft and lingering.

“I suggest we spend the rest of the day in bed,” he then spoke softly,”I think my wife needs a little extra attention today.”

You smiled and bit your lip,”I don’t want to keep you from your work.”

Darkness fell over university campus that December evening. Thick soft snowflakes covered the grounds and the buildings with a peaceful white carpet, just in time for Christmas. Inside the library the only lights were coming from the small reading lamps on the tables and the colorful festive lights from the big tree in the middle of the hallway. 

You sat by one of the tables, tucked away in your warm winter sweater, nose stuck in your books, oblivious to the weather magic outside. There had been a few other people here tonight when you had arrived but by now they had all left, one by one, leaving you alone with the librarian, a young lady who was always more interested in playing games on her phone than in the many enchanting stories in the books surrounding her.

Sometimes you didn’t understand people. 

Your head had been buried in poetry books all week, rereading old favorites and discovering new gems, highlighting sentences that spoke to you, anything to find that spark and become inspired but so far all they left you with was that heartbreaking feeling that you were incapable of feeling anything. 

Your pink marker moved across the page over another favorite : “There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.”

You sighed deeply.

It was Christmas Eve, you could have been with your family, surrounded by your brother’s dumb jokes and your mum’s traditional Christmas roast, drinking too much before unwrapping the presents and then passing out on the couch while some sentimental Christmas movie you’d seen a thousand times played on the old living room tv. No, it wasn’t a big deal or anything, the whole night wasn’t even that special but you had always been a sucker for nostalgia and right now your heart ached for just a little glimpse of home.

Instead you were here and the smell was not one of Christmas turkey but of old books in an old building, a continent away from everyone you knew and loved. You wrapped  your arms around yourself to fight the cold chill running up your spine. 

Focus. You came here to write so why weren’t you writing?

You looked up to see the hands on the big clock ticking away, the page in front of you still as empty as it was 3 hours ago. You stretched your arms up over your head and let out a deep breath.

That’s when you noticed him, seated two tables away from you.

Aemond Targaryen.

You’d seen him around campus before but he was the last person you expected to see here tonight. 

You wondered why you hadn’t noticed him before now because everything about him demanded to be seen. From his long legs covered in black jeans and black leather boots to his long blond hair and pale beautiful face. Tonight he had traded his usual black leather jacket for a black fuzzy sweater, making him look softer than usual. 

And of course the eye patch…you’d heard the rumors around campus but nobody seemed to know exactly what happened except that it had been a violent, tragic accident in which he lost one eye at a very young age.

Aemond was leaning on his elbow and kept his face down, buried deep into his books. Not Literature and Poetry like yours but History and Philosophy. 

His family was one of the richest founding families of the town, everybody knew who they were and who he was. But Aemond wasn’t like the other Targaryens, he never displayed his wealth, he was quiet and usually kept to himself. An outcast almost, everyone knew who he was but nobody seemed to really know him. Every single time you’d seen him around campus he’d been alone. 

Much like yourself.

God, you were getting distracted again. Focus.

You returned your attention back to your books, reminding yourself why you came here tonight. To find that spark, that one little nudge that would kick your writing into gear. The story was right there, in the back of your mind, it just needed to come together and find its way onto the paper.

You leaned forward in your seat, head in your hands and staring down hard at the empty page, willing it to come to life.

You had nothing. 

And the hopelessness set in again. What were you even doing here? Did the world really need another uninspired writer?

You pushed yourself out of your seat. Maybe taking a walk would help clear your mind.

**

Your fingers brushed over the hard covers of the poetry books in the back of the library. It would be closing time soon, there was no point to this anymore. You could read a thousand poems and it still wouldn’t change a damn thing. You had no muse. How could you write a love story when you didn’t even know what love was? How could you write about desire when it was a concept so foreign to you?

You placed the last of the books you borrowed back in its place when a shadow moved behind you, startling you.

When you turned around you found him leaning against the book shelves, arms crossed and a curious look on his face as he watched you. Aemond.

“I apologize, I didn’t meant to frighten you.” His voice was deep yet strangely soft and you realized you had never actually heard him speak before.

“That’s okay, you didn’t."

He gestured to the last remaining book in your hands,”May I?”

“Oh, it’s…”

“Pablo Neruda,” he read, quirking his eyebrow.

“I was just…looking for some inspiration."

He opened the book and started browsing, giving you time to study him without him noticing. His pale long face, full lips and sharp cheekbones, the eye patch you so desperately did not want to focus on but couldn’t help yourself, the blond hair resting on his shoulders. Everything about him was exquisite. His frame strong but thin, his long legs…

“Hmm, I like this one,” his voice pulled you from your thoughts and without looking up at you he started reading the poem:

“While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwinds in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. Until I even believe that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.”

He looked up to meet your eyes before reading the last sentence, voice dropping even lower as he whispered,”I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

You were frozen in your spot, mesmerized by the raw sensual tone in his words and the way he was looking at you as if he wanted to devour you.

Desire.

That what had been unattainable to you suddenly right here in your grasp, as unexpected as it was undeniable. And he sensed it.

You turned away from him, needing a moment to catch your breath. Aemond didn’t give you one.

Even with your back towards him you could feel his eyes on you, feel him move closer until his hand was on your shoulder. You shivered, no longer from the cold, in fact you were no longer cold at all. He caressed your shoulder gently, then your arm, fingers tracing patterns into your sweater, making you wish you could feel him on your bare skin. When he reached your hand, his fingers brushed against yours…electricity like you’ve never felt.

He waited for your response. You had none, your entire body was burning up and he had barely touched you.

He laced his fingers with yours, thumb circling your skin softly, caressing you as if you were already lovers. His voice a whisper in your ear,”Tell me to stop and I’ll walk away.”

You could feel his warm breath in your neck and you thought you might die if he stopped now. You had never needed anything as much as you needed him.

Your voice was barely even a whisper, but it was all he needed to hear. “Please, stay.”

He pressed his body against yours, his chest to your back, trapping you between the book shelves and him. He grabbed the hem of your sweater with both hands and pulled it up, over your head. 

Then his hand was in your neck, pushing your hair to one side and pulling your top down just enough so he could kiss your shoulder blades. Soft and delicate at first, easing you into it, letting you get used to his lips and his touch. You sighed against him, leaning back against his chest, silently asking for more.

When his lips moved up to your neck his kisses were no longer chaste, he was all tongue and teeth now, needy and wet and you felt so high you were afraid you’d never come down again.

His hands grabbed hold of your waist, keeping you close, lips curling up into a grin when he became aware of his effect on you. He caressed your hips, your stomach, up to your breasts, cupping them softly through your top. You arched into him, starved for every touch.

Neither of you seemed worried about being in a public place where someone might come in at any time and catch you.

But there was no one, there was only him and him was all that mattered. His hands were so warm on your skin, a comforting fire you would gladly get burned by. His lips still on your neck, marking what he claimed as his now.

“Aemond,” you moaned, unable to hold back.

He spun you around to face him and your lips were on his instantly, returning the fire with which he’d kissed you. His teeth grazed your lips while his tongue refused to untangle from yours, kissing you deep and slow and so incredibly passionate. He licked into your mouth as if you were giving him life. 

You wanted his tongue in between your legs. 

Your hands pulled at his fuzzy sweater, desperately needing  to get rid of the layers still separating you two. He took the hint and pulled it over his head, leaving him in just a black t shirt. Your hands roamed over his strong chest and stomach, pulling. More. Closer. God, you needed him so much closer. Your hips involuntary rocked against his and he bit down on his lip, his erection now pressing hard against your inner thigh.

Impatiently he pulled his own shirt over his head, offering you more skin and you eagerly took it, licking his neck and kissing his shoulder while your fingers moved down over his stomach. He hissed when you reached his happy trail and when you started unbuttoning his jeans he quickly grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Nuh-uh. You first,” he breathed and he pulled your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra.

You had no time to feel self conscious because his mouth was on your breasts right away, sucking at your nipples until your back arched  and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning so loud the librarian would hear you. His fingers started fumbling with the buttons of your pants, pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor. 

The sudden cold made you shiver for a moment but it didn’t last when Aemond’s lips found your ear again,”May I taste you? Please?”

“Yes,” you breathed, biting your lip in anticipation”God, yes."

A smirk on his face when he added in a low whisper,”I want to lick you until you cum on my tongue.”

You couldn’t speak or function when he dropped down on his knees in front of you, his eye looking up into yours and you realized this was the first time you really looked at each other.

Time stopped.

He was so beautiful, the intensity in his stare made you feel all kinds of things you as a writer should be able to describe better but there were no words for him. No words at all for how he made you feel except that for the first time in a really long time you felt. 

Your hand slipped into his hair, caressing his head softly.

He never took his eye off you as he slowly pulled your panties down and started putting soft kisses on your inner thighs. Your leg was pulled up over his shoulder, giving him all the access he needed. 

That first flick of his tongue on your clit sent shivers right down your spine. He drank you in as if you were the best thing he ever tasted, the soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips encouraging him. His hands searched for yours, finding them and lacing your fingers together as he held you, his mouth pushing you closer and closer to your release.

When he suddenly pulled back you whined at the loss. “Don’t stop!”

He smirked up at you,”I’m not going to stop, but you need to be quiet for me or we’ll get kicked out.”

“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help but giggle.

He squeezed your hands,”Can you be quiet for me, sweet girl?”

You nodded and bit your lip. Aemond held eye contact for a moment and then his mouth was back on your clit. And you could see stars.

You wanted to scream but you didn’t make a single sound when he made you come undone, hands squeezing yours hard, giving you an anchor to hold onto as your entire body started to shake around him.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted but it felt longer than ever before. The next thing you knew Aemond’s mouth was back on yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. His fingers now exploring your folds, not giving you time to recover, teasing, circling, you were so wet and he revelled in it. That satisfied smirk back on his beautiful kissable lips. And then he slipped two fingers deep inside your walls, stretching you, making you bite your lip again just so you would keep quiet.

He was struggling to open his jeans and get rid of his boxers, “Fuck, I need to be inside you, right now.”

This time he was the one fighting to keep his moans quiet and the desperation looked insanely attractive on him. You couldn’t explain it, this pull he had on you, you barely knew him and you doubted he even knew your name. But none of that mattered, if he didn’t fuck you soon the world would end.

“You want it?” he breathed into your ear and teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

Your legs wrapped around him and he lifted you against the book shelves, pushing in slowly while his lips found yours in a sloppy kiss.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he spoke in between kissing you, his voice as soft as his lips ,”I don’t want to…”

“I want you,” you whispered and to encourage him you moved your hips with his,”I don’t care if it hurts.”

He moaned into your mouth and then grabbed hold of your hips, fucking you slowly but more urgently with every thrust. He was big and he didn’t hold back but you could take it. You would take anything he would give you, you were so lost on him.

“Look at me,” he breathed,”You doing okay?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close,”I’m okay.”

His hand moved up to cup your cheek, eye seeking yours and holding eye contact as he started fucking you harder. His forehead pressed against yours. Did he feel it too? This need to be even closer to each other. You whimpered when your orgasm started to build.

“That’s it, my darling, give it all to me, let me take it,” he moaned softly into your mouth,”That’s it, you’re doing so good…so fucking good.”

You were gone after that, not only did you see stars but the entire universe was right there when his hand moved between your legs to find your clit again. His dirty words in your ear pushing you closer and closer to the point of no return. He was as lost as you were, slamming you into that bookshelf and biting down on your shoulder to keep his moans quiet when your walls squeezed him so hard he fell apart.

You couldn’t come down from it, and you didn’t want to. Right here in his arms, with him still buried deep inside you, is where you wanted to stay. 

Aemond’s breath heavy against your skin, hands caressing your face and hair, putting soft kisses on your forehead. You wanted to disappear right there.

***

“Hey? Hello? Sleepy girl? Wake up.”

Your head moved up from the table, confusion on your face when you found the librarian looking right at you, both amused and slightly annoyed.

“What?”

“You dozed off about an hour ago," she pointed out.

“No…I was just…I,” the reality of the situation dawned on you, especially when you noticed Aemond sitting in his seat, still buried deep inside his books, not even looking up. He hadn’t moved, and neither had you. “Oh, no…”

“You’re drooling a little there,” the librarian teased when she noticed you staring at him.

“Oh, god,” you covered your face,”Was I…loud?”

She gave you a little smile,”No, don’t worry about it. I just came to warn you we’re closing in an hour, so anything you still want to get done, now is the time.”

She left you alone and you buried your face into your hands. For a few minutes all you could do was sit there, trying to get the dream and Aemond out of your head and come back to reality. Then you realized you couldn’t, and maybe you shouldn’t, maybe you should just use the gift your imagination had given you.

Your fingers found the keyboard and you started typing. You didn’t stop until the library closed an hour later and you had written 10 pages without even really trying. The characters were there, and their love story…it was dripping with passion, still foreign to you somehow though not so much anymore now. Your lips curled up into a smile at the thought of him. Even though it had been nothing but a dream you could still feel his lips burn on your skin.

While you were gathering your stuff and putting on your coat you’d noticed Aemond had already left. You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache a little. For what could have been, for what he might have meant to you, if only it could have been real. But he would never know, nor would he ever know you or even notice you.

You braced yourself for the cold when you opened the library door and stepped outside but instead of the biting chill of winter you were met with soft small snow flakes falling down on your head while you could hear people sing Christmas carols in the distance. Another involuntary smile curled around your lips and suddenly your eyes were feeling teary. Who knew it would turn out to be a magical Christmas Eve after all?

You should call your mum in the morning, wish them all a merry Christmas and let them know you were doing okay. Not entirely there yet, but okay.

When you continued walking the path away from the library you noticed him. Black leather jacket over that fuzzy sweater, hands deep in his pockets to fight the cold. For a moment you froze, unsure of what to do. Should you approach him or just ignore him? But then you noticed he was already walking straight towards you.

“Hey,” his voice came out a little hesitant, almost shy even,”I…um…I noticed we seem to be the only two people on campus tonight.”

“It would appear so,” you hid in your scarf but looked up to meet his eye and gave him a smile,”Hi.”

“Hi,” he returned your smile with one of his own,“I’m Aemond.”

“Yeah, I…I know who you are,” you confessed,”I’m Y/N.”

Another smile on his lips.“Hello, Y/N. I saw you in there,” he looked back at the library,”Actually I’ve seen you in there a few times but…you always seem so immersed in your books I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

His eye held your gaze.

“You wanted to?” you carefully asked,”Disturb me?”

He smiled shyly again and you thought he never looked more beautiful than he did right now, staring at you with such softness on his face as the snow kept falling down around you both.

“Can I…,” he hesitated, searching for the right words,”Can I buy you a coffee or something? Or a very late Christmas dinner?”

You laughed and his face lit up.

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded,”Both sound very nice actually but…can you do something for me first?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Can you pinch me?”

He looked a little confused at your request. Confused but not unwilling to do as you asked. 

He stepped closer to you and carefully reached for your hand, letting his fingers brush against yours ever so gently before lacing them together and giving a soft but firm squeeze.

His touch…electricity like you’ve never felt.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice now just as deep and seductive as you remembered from the dream and you couldn’t look away from him.

The room was dark except for the light of the fireplace and the small bedside table lamps. Bucky’s smile was soft, his steps confident as he walked over to you, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to his lips to put a soft kiss on your skin. His lips warm and soft, and lingering, a promise of more to come.

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it over his head, followed by his t-shirt. He returned the favor and slowly unbuttoned your blouse. His fingers were trembling when he helped you out of it, putting a little smile on your face. When you were left in nothing but your bra Bucky couldn’t help but stare. And you did the same, letting your eyes roam over his perfectly toned chest and stomach. 

Your hands moved to touch him, his skin both firm and soft under your fingers, Bucky closed his eyes and sighed at the contact. Your hand moved to his shoulder and arm, letting your fingers trace over the scar tissue there before you leaned in and put soft kisses all over his shoulder, making Bucky sigh even more.

His hands took hold of your waist and he gently pulled you closer, one hand moving up to your neck and then, finally, his lips were on yours. 

You kissed him back and pushed him towards the bed, Bucky sat down at the edge and moved you with him, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

His arms wrapped around you, hugging you close while his one hand swiftly unclipped your bra.

You took it off and leaned back, letting him look at you and the hungry look you found in his eyes was enough to set you on fire.

Bucky was licking his lips while his hands moved up, over your stomach to softly cup both breasts, using his thumbs to make your nipples peak.

Your back arched and you whimpered softly, instinctively rolling your hips against his and you felt his erection hard against you.

Bucky moved his hands to your back to hold you in place while he slowly started kissing your neck, then working his way down to your collar bone and even lower until his mouth found your nipple. He circled it with his tongue before putting his lips around it and sucking slowly.

“Bucky,” you moaned softly and your hips started moving again. There were still way too many layers of clothing between you two and you were getting impatient now.

Bucky spent some more time kissing your breast while his fingers caressed your lower back. 

Every touch made you crave him more.

Bucky must have sensed your impatience because his one hand moved to the front of your jeans to unzip it.

“Take it off,” he whispered into your ear.

He didn’t need to ask you twice, you quickly stepped back and out of your jeans. You were ready to lose your panties too but Bucky stopped you and pulled you back onto his lap.

You let out a little disappointed whine but Bucky just smirked sweetly,” One layer at a time, baby, I wanna tease you a little more first.”

Your eyes closed when his lips found your neck again. You moved your hands over his back and into his hair while you leaned back, giving him better access to your neck and Bucky took it, licking your skin and giving soft little love bites.

You moaned his name and in response he bucked his hips up against yours, giving you some delicious friction and making you moan more. Bucky’s lips found yours and he kissed you softly but deeply. You clung to him, never wanting him to stop but also wanting him to give you more.

Bucky smiled into the kiss when he felt how you kept rolling your hips against him, needy and desperate.

“You want more, sweetheart?” he teased.

“Yes,” you breathed, moving yourself over his erection. Your panties were soaked and you were pretty sure you were leaving a stain on his jeans.

“You wanna cum like this?” Bucky purred into your ear.

“No…I want you inside me,” you whispered.

“Not just yet, doll, I wanna take my sweet time with you.”

His words were both enticing and frustrating you, the idea of Bucky taking his time and enjoying every little touch and kiss you both shared was wonderful but you also just wanted him to fuck you already. You were desperate for that orgasm and Bucky sensed it.

His hands moved to cup your ass and he guided you, helping you drag yourself up and down his cock, giving you the exact friction you craved so badly.

“B-ucky,” your voice was both a moan and a plea and you clung to his neck.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you,” Take what you need from me, baby, use me.”

You were so close and Bucky’s words were fuel on the fire.

“Please,” you begged,” oh god…so close…”

You were moving against him fast and desperate now and you could see Bucky struggling to keep control. He held you in his arms while your orgasm washed over you. 

He let you ride it out, his cock now rock hard beneath you, the relief you felt was only temporary, you already felt the need to have him deep inside you.

When you moved back a little Bucky noticed the huge wet spot you left on his jeans.

“Fuck, baby,” his voice sounded wrecked when he saw the evidence of your lust for him.

“I’m gonna need you to take those off, right now,” you pointed out and started unbuttoning his jeans. Bucky was more than eager to help and his jeans ended up on the floor.

You pushed him back down on the bed, unable to take your eyes off his boxers and the huge hard on he was clearly sporting underneath that thin layer of fabric.

“Lay back,” you told him.

Bucky didn’t say a word but obliged, moving himself further up on the bed and laying down on his back. His eyes never left yours as you crawled over him.

He was so fucking beautiful, you wanted to kiss every inch of him but you started with his chest. 

Bucky sighed softly at your touch and leaned back into the pillow.

When you’d taken enough time with his chest you moved down to his stomach, kissing his abs and then licking your way down his happy trail.

Bucky’s soft sighing had turned into soft moaning and when you slowly pulled down his boxers his breath hitched.

You’d never been a fan of sucking dick, but seeing Bucky so hard, so turned on, hearing how his breathing changed when you gave that first lick, you couldn’t help but want to take him into your mouth and ruin him.

You took your time teasing him at first, licking him from top to base and then just curling your tongue around his tip. Bucky was a gasping mess already and his fingers softly caressed your hair.

“Fuck,” he breathed,” yes…please…oh god, baby, please.”

Hearing him beg only made you want it more and you wrapped your hand around his base to jerk him slowly while you wrapped your lips around him and took him in. Slowly at first but a little deeper every time.

Bucky’s heavy moans were making you wet again and you had to fight the urge to touch yourself while you worked around him. 

It didn’t last long before Bucky had to pull you off and before you knew it he had switched positions, putting you down on your back with him on top of you.

He didn’t waste anymore time and pulled our panties down your legs before moving back up to kiss your lips, his cock hard and leaking against your inner thigh.

“I want you,” you moaned into the kiss,” want you so bad, Bucky,”

“Just a little while longer, sweetheart,” he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and looked into your eyes,” I need to return a little favor first.”

He moved to kiss your neck again while his hand moved down lower to caress your breasts. Then he lowered himself to kiss your breasts while his hand moved even lower between your legs.

You moaned loud when his fingers found your clit and start circling it slowly, at the same time moving his tongue over your nipple.

You were almost ready to cum on the spot but Bucky had other plans.

He kissed your stomach and then without any hesitation his tongue was on your clit.

Your hands reached for his head, caressing his hair. 

One of your legs ended up over his shoulder while he licked across your folds, teasing your entrance and then going back up to pay some more attention to your most sensitive spot, putting you on edge quickly.

“Bucky,” you begged,” please…I’m gonna…I need you inside me…I’m so close…stop…please”

He stopped what he was doing for only a few seconds to look up into your eyes,” You’re gonna cum for me first, then I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?”

All you managed was a quick nod of your head and then his mouth was back on you and you were done for.

“Oh god, fuck,” you bit your lip to keep from screaming when he sucked your clit and sent you into your second orgasm,” Don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t stop.”

Your head fell back into the pillow while your back arched off the bed and your fingers dug into Bucky’s scalp, this second orgasm so much stronger than the first one, and still you were hungry for more.

Bucky moved back up, nestling himself back in that place between your legs, his cock still hard and now nudging against your entrance while his lips found yours in a soft kiss. You licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. You smiled and Bucky followed your lead, leaning his forehead against yours and letting your eyes meet.

“Hey,” he whispered sweetly.

“Hey, you,” you smiled,” You’re such a fucking tease.”

Bucky laughed,” Any complaints?”

“None,” you quickly answered and kissed him again, slower and deeper this time and Bucky gave as good as you did. You spent some time just making out and letting your hands feel every inch of the other’s body you could reach. 

Then Bucky moved his hips and you felt the tip of his cock nudging your entrance again.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he then whispered, moving his hips again, teasing you some more and this time letting his tip push in a little deeper.

You moaned his name and wrapped your legs around him, opening up your body to him. You cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes,” If I don’t have you inside me soon I’m going to explode, James.”

It was all he needed to hear and he pushed in, slowly but without stopping until you were filled up to the hilt. You both laid still for a few moments, just staring into each other’s eyes while you got used to having him inside you.

Then Bucky’s eyes closed in a heavy sigh, his breath hot against your skin.

You’d had sex before but this was something entirely different, there were no words to express how it felt having Bucky inside you. As if a piece of you had been missing all your life and now you  found it again and you were complete.

Your arms tightened around him and you hugged him close, fighting the surge of emotions bottling up in your chest.

“I love you.”

For a moment you panicked, thinking you’d actually said it out loud instead of thinking it but then you realized you hadn’t spoken a single word. It was Bucky’s voice in your ear and he repeated it again, softly but firmly,” I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you breathed and clung to him even harder, burying your face into his neck.

Bucky hugged you back with the same desperation and then, slowly, he started moving his hips.

You whimpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes,” Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, you’re not hurting me,” you looked back at him and noticed his eyes were teary, just like yours,” You could never hurt me.”

Bucky kissed you and then very carefully moved his hips again, slowly at first and then a little faster. The moan from your lips didn’t leave any room for doubt this time.

“More,” you begged quietly.

Bucky followed your request, rolling his hips and then pushing back in all the way.

“Fuck yes,” you encouraged him.

After a few more thrusts you could feel Bucky relax and give into his own need and he started fucking you slowly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned against your skin while picking up the pace,” So fucking tight and wet for me, fuck, baby.”

You could feel the heat coiling inside your belly again, another orgasm building and you knew this one was going to feel even better than the last. 

Bucky was still taking his time, thrusting deep, the weight of him on top of you holding you down on the mattress.

“Harder,” you pleaded,” Fuck me harder, Bucky.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement, he snaked an arm underneath you to lift you up and trap you between him and the bed head, giving him some more leverage.

“Hold onto me,” he breathed.

You did as he asked and wrapped your arms firmly around his neck. Bucky used one hand to spread your legs even further and the other to push down onto the bed head. The changed angle when he fucked into you this time was enough to make you scream. 

He started thrusting harder, the bed squeeking under the weight of both of you. Your nails sank into his skin, making him hiss. He continued thrusting into you, harder and less controlled with every snap of his hips.

“Are you close, doll?” he moaned.

“Yeah,” you reciprocated with a moan of your own.

Bucky moved one hand in between your legs and when he found your clit he pushed you over the edge. Your walls started contracting around him, pulling him right with you.

“Cum with me,” he whimpered into your mouth,” Ahh…fuck…cum with me, baby.”

You’d been right, the third orgasm was the best one because you shared it with Bucky.

You were both still clinging to each other long after the climax was over, not ready to let the moment be gone yet. Finally Bucky pulled out but he still kept you in his arms and pulled the blankets over both of you, you both fell asleep shortly after.

***

When you woke up the next morning the world was different, and it wasn’t just because of the new year. It was because of the man lying next to you, staring at you with the softest most stupid grin on his face.

“Morning, princess,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you leaned onto your elbow and stared right back at him,”How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby, and you?”

“Like someone fucked my brains out last night,” you teased, making him laugh.

He bit his lip,”I hope we didn’t wake up your family.”

“We probably did, but that’s okay, they can take it. Besides, I deserved it,” you smiled.

Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, searching your lips with his to kiss you deeply. You sighed into the kiss and hugged him back.

“So, are you ready to go back home?” he then asked.

You leaned back to look into his eyes and for a moment the insecurity set in and Bucky noticed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“What happens now?” you asked carefully.

“Well, I’m guessing we have breakfast with your family and then we make our way back to the city.”

You nodded,” I meant…what happens when we get back to the city?”

“Well, I thought…maybe I could show you my apartment, we order some take out and then…we could celebrate the rest of new year’s day in bed. I mean…if you have no other plans?”

This time Bucky was the one feeling insecure as he awaited your answer, but your smile told him everything he needed to know.

It was a whole new world. 

Bucky Barnes was no longer an asshole, he was the man you loved now. And he loved you just the same if not more. To think that without Steve you both would have spent this Christmas on your own and depressed…

“Maybe we should make one more pit stop first though,” you suggested.

”Ahh yes, I think we owe someone a very big new year’s gift,” Bucky grinned.

“And a kick to the groin,” you added, making Bucky laugh again.

You couldn’t help but pull him closer into another kiss.

“I love you,” Bucky breathed against your lips,”So fucking much.”

The room was dark except for the light of the fireplace and the small bedside table lamps. Bucky’s smile was soft, his steps confident as he walked over to you, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to his lips to put a soft kiss on your skin. His lips warm and soft, and lingering, a promise of more to come.

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted it over his head, followed by his t-shirt. He returned the favor and slowly unbuttoned your blouse. His fingers were trembling when he helped you out of it, putting a little smile on your face. When you were left in nothing but your bra Bucky couldn’t help but stare. And you did the same, letting your eyes roam over his perfectly toned chest and stomach. 

Your hands moved to touch him, his skin both firm and soft under your fingers, Bucky closed his eyes and sighed at the contact. Your hand moved to his shoulder and arm, letting your fingers trace over the scar tissue there before you leaned in and put soft kisses all over his shoulder, making Bucky sigh even more.

His hands took hold of your waist and he gently pulled you closer, one hand moving up to your neck and then, finally, his lips were on yours. 

You kissed him back and pushed him towards the bed, Bucky sat down at the edge and moved you with him, pulling you down to straddle his lap.

His arms wrapped around you, hugging you close while his one hand swiftly unclipped your bra.

You took it off and leaned back, letting him look at you and the hungry look you found in his eyes was enough to set you on fire.

Bucky was licking his lips while his hands moved up, over your stomach to softly cup both breasts, using his thumbs to make your nipples peak.

Your back arched and you whimpered softly, instinctively rolling your hips against his and you felt his erection hard against you.

Bucky moved his hands to your back to hold you in place while he slowly started kissing your neck, then working his way down to your collar bone and even lower until his mouth found your nipple. He circled it with his tongue before putting his lips around it and sucking slowly.

“Bucky,” you moaned softly and your hips started moving again. There were still way too many layers of clothing between you two and you were getting impatient now.

Bucky spent some more time kissing your breast while his fingers caressed your lower back. 

Every touch made you crave him more.

Bucky must have sensed your impatience because his one hand moved to the front of your jeans to unzip it.

“Take it off,” he whispered into your ear.

He didn’t need to ask you twice, you quickly stepped back and out of your jeans. You were ready to lose your panties too but Bucky stopped you and pulled you back onto his lap.

You let out a little disappointed whine but Bucky just smirked sweetly,” One layer at a time, baby, I wanna tease you a little more first.”

Your eyes closed when his lips found your neck again. You moved your hands over his back and into his hair while you leaned back, giving him better access to your neck and Bucky took it, licking your skin and giving soft little love bites.

You moaned his name and in response he bucked his hips up against yours, giving you some delicious friction and making you moan more. Bucky’s lips found yours and he kissed you softly but deeply. You clung to him, never wanting him to stop but also wanting him to give you more.

Bucky smiled into the kiss when he felt how you kept rolling your hips against him, needy and desperate.

“You want more, sweetheart?” he teased.

“Yes,” you breathed, moving yourself over his erection. Your panties were soaked and you were pretty sure you were leaving a stain on his jeans.

“You wanna cum like this?” Bucky purred into your ear.

“No…I want you inside me,” you whispered.

“Not just yet, doll, I wanna take my sweet time with you.”

His words were both enticing and frustrating you, the idea of Bucky taking his time and enjoying every little touch and kiss you both shared was wonderful but you also just wanted him to fuck you already. You were desperate for that orgasm and Bucky sensed it.

His hands moved to cup your ass and he guided you, helping you drag yourself up and down his cock, giving you the exact friction you craved so badly.

“B-ucky,” your voice was both a moan and a plea and you clung to his neck.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you,” Take what you need from me, baby, use me.”

You were so close and Bucky’s words were fuel on the fire.

“Please,” you begged,” oh god…so close…”

You were moving against him fast and desperate now and you could see Bucky struggling to keep control. He held you in his arms while your orgasm washed over you. 

He let you ride it out, his cock now rock hard beneath you, the relief you felt was only temporary, you already felt the need to have him deep inside you.

When you moved back a little Bucky noticed the huge wet spot you left on his jeans.

“Fuck, baby,” his voice sounded wrecked when he saw the evidence of your lust for him.

“I’m gonna need you to take those off, right now,” you pointed out and started unbuttoning his jeans. Bucky was more than eager to help and his jeans ended up on the floor.

You pushed him back down on the bed, unable to take your eyes off his boxers and the huge hard on he was clearly sporting underneath that thin layer of fabric.

“Lay back,” you told him.

Bucky didn’t say a word but obliged, moving himself further up on the bed and laying down on his back. His eyes never left yours as you crawled over him.

He was so fucking beautiful, you wanted to kiss every inch of him but you started with his chest. 

Bucky sighed softly at your touch and leaned back into the pillow.

When you’d taken enough time with his chest you moved down to his stomach, kissing his abs and then licking your way down his happy trail.

Bucky’s soft sighing had turned into soft moaning and when you slowly pulled down his boxers his breath hitched.

You’d never been a fan of sucking dick, but seeing Bucky so hard, so turned on, hearing how his breathing changed when you gave that first lick, you couldn’t help but want to take him into your mouth and ruin him.

You took your time teasing him at first, licking him from top to base and then just curling your tongue around his tip. Bucky was a gasping mess already and his fingers softly caressed your hair.

“Fuck,” he breathed,” yes…please…oh god, baby, please.”

Hearing him beg only made you want it more and you wrapped your hand around his base to jerk him slowly while you wrapped your lips around him and took him in. Slowly at first but a little deeper every time.

Bucky’s heavy moans were making you wet again and you had to fight the urge to touch yourself while you worked around him. 

It didn’t last long before Bucky had to pull you off and before you knew it he had switched positions, putting you down on your back with him on top of you.

He didn’t waste anymore time and pulled our panties down your legs before moving back up to kiss your lips, his cock hard and leaking against your inner thigh.

“I want you,” you moaned into the kiss,” want you so bad, Bucky,”

“Just a little while longer, sweetheart,” he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and looked into your eyes,” I need to return a little favor first.”

He moved to kiss your neck again while his hand moved down lower to caress your breasts. Then he lowered himself to kiss your breasts while his hand moved even lower between your legs.

You moaned loud when his fingers found your clit and start circling it slowly, at the same time moving his tongue over your nipple.

You were almost ready to cum on the spot but Bucky had other plans.

He kissed your stomach and then without any hesitation his tongue was on your clit.

Your hands reached for his head, caressing his hair. 

One of your legs ended up over his shoulder while he licked across your folds, teasing your entrance and then going back up to pay some more attention to your most sensitive spot, putting you on edge quickly.

“Bucky,” you begged,” please…I’m gonna…I need you inside me…I’m so close…stop…please”

He stopped what he was doing for only a few seconds to look up into your eyes,” You’re gonna cum for me first, then I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?”

All you managed was a quick nod of your head and then his mouth was back on you and you were done for.

“Oh god, fuck,” you bit your lip to keep from screaming when he sucked your clit and sent you into your second orgasm,” Don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t stop.”

Your head fell back into the pillow while your back arched off the bed and your fingers dug into Bucky’s scalp, this second orgasm so much stronger than the first one, and still you were hungry for more.

Bucky moved back up, nestling himself back in that place between your legs, his cock still hard and now nudging against your entrance while his lips found yours in a soft kiss. You licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. You smiled and Bucky followed your lead, leaning his forehead against yours and letting your eyes meet.

“Hey,” he whispered sweetly.

“Hey, you,” you smiled,” You’re such a fucking tease.”

Bucky laughed,” Any complaints?”

“None,” you quickly answered and kissed him again, slower and deeper this time and Bucky gave as good as you did. You spent some time just making out and letting your hands feel every inch of the other’s body you could reach. 

Then Bucky moved his hips and you felt the tip of his cock nudging your entrance again.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he then whispered, moving his hips again, teasing you some more and this time letting his tip push in a little deeper.

You moaned his name and wrapped your legs around him, opening up your body to him. You cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes,” If I don’t have you inside me soon I’m going to explode, James.”

It was all he needed to hear and he pushed in, slowly but without stopping until you were filled up to the hilt. You both laid still for a few moments, just staring into each other’s eyes while you got used to having him inside you.

Then Bucky’s eyes closed in a heavy sigh, his breath hot against your skin.

You’d had sex before but this was something entirely different, there were no words to express how it felt having Bucky inside you. As if a piece of you had been missing all your life and now you  found it again and you were complete.

Your arms tightened around him and you hugged him close, fighting the surge of emotions bottling up in your chest.

“I love you.”

For a moment you panicked, thinking you’d actually said it out loud instead of thinking it but then you realized you hadn’t spoken a single word. It was Bucky’s voice in your ear and he repeated it again, softly but firmly,” I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you breathed and clung to him even harder, burying your face into his neck.

Bucky hugged you back with the same desperation and then, slowly, he started moving his hips.

You whimpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes,” Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, you’re not hurting me,” you looked back at him and noticed his eyes were teary, just like yours,” You could never hurt me.”

Bucky kissed you and then very carefully moved his hips again, slowly at first and then a little faster. The moan from your lips didn’t leave any room for doubt this time.

“More,” you begged quietly.

Bucky followed your request, rolling his hips and then pushing back in all the way.

“Fuck yes,” you encouraged him.

After a few more thrusts you could feel Bucky relax and give into his own need and he started fucking you slowly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned against your skin while picking up the pace,” So fucking tight and wet for me, fuck, baby.”

You could feel the heat coiling inside your belly again, another orgasm building and you knew this one was going to feel even better than the last. 

Bucky was still taking his time, thrusting deep, the weight of him on top of you holding you down on the mattress.

“Harder,” you pleaded,” Fuck me harder, Bucky.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement, he snaked an arm underneath you to lift you up and trap you between him and the bed head, giving him some more leverage.

“Hold onto me,” he breathed.

You did as he asked and wrapped your arms firmly around his neck. Bucky used one hand to spread your legs even further and the other to push down onto the bed head. The changed angle when he fucked into you this time was enough to make you scream. 

He started thrusting harder, the bed squeeking under the weight of both of you. Your nails sank into his skin, making him hiss. He continued thrusting into you, harder and less controlled with every snap of his hips.

“Are you close, doll?” he moaned.

“Yeah,” you reciprocated with a moan of your own.

Bucky moved one hand in between your legs and when he found your clit he pushed you over the edge. Your walls started contracting around him, pulling him right with you.

“Cum with me,” he whimpered into your mouth,” Ahh…fuck…cum with me, baby.”

You’d been right, the third orgasm was the best one because you shared it with Bucky.

You were both still clinging to each other long after the climax was over, not ready to let the moment be gone yet. Finally Bucky pulled out but he still kept you in his arms and pulled the blankets over both of you, you both fell asleep shortly after.

***

When you woke up the next morning the world was different, and it wasn’t just because of the new year. It was because of the man lying next to you, staring at you with the softest most stupid grin on his face.

“Morning, princess,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you leaned onto your elbow and stared right back at him,”How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby, and you?”

“Like someone fucked my brains out last night,” you teased, making him laugh.

He bit his lip,”I hope we didn’t wake up your family.”

“We probably did, but that’s okay, they can take it. Besides, I deserved it,” you smiled.

Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, searching your lips with his to kiss you deeply. You sighed into the kiss and hugged him back.

“So, are you ready to go back home?” he then asked.

You leaned back to look into his eyes and for a moment the insecurity set in and Bucky noticed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“What happens now?” you asked carefully.

“Well, I’m guessing we have breakfast with your family and then we make our way back to the city.”

You nodded,” I meant…what happens when we get back to the city?”

“Well, I thought…maybe I could show you my apartment, we order some take out and then…we could celebrate the rest of new year’s day in bed. I mean…if you have no other plans?”

This time Bucky was the one feeling insecure as he awaited your answer, but your smile told him everything he needed to know.

It was a whole new world. 

Bucky Barnes was no longer an asshole, he was the man you loved now. And he loved you just the same if not more. To think that without Steve you both would have spent this Christmas on your own and depressed…

“Maybe we should make one more pit stop first though,” you suggested.

”Ahh yes, I think we owe someone a very big new year’s gift,” Bucky grinned.

“And a kick to the groin,” you added, making Bucky laugh again.

You couldn’t help but pull him closer into another kiss.

“I love you,” Bucky breathed against your lips,”So fucking much.”