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What everyone savored about today was already the way of Dorne, the way of your hosts Ellaria and Prince Oberyn. Still, the celebration was held with high regard and it was almost otherworldly seeing everyone enjoy themselves.

After a couple of hours of playing spectator, you excuse yourself and head to the farthest gardens to clear your mind. The delicious wine tingles on your tongue as you take off your sandals to walk barefoot, to feel the green earth beneath your feet.

You gently touch the soft flower petals as you pass them, savoring the allure of this place. Your time here would come to an end soon, you were due to head home in a month. This saddened you, you wished you could stay here forever.

You stop before a bush of ivory flowers and kneel down, moving closer to smell them. As you close your eyes you think of her again.

One of the reasons you excused yourself was you could no longer fight your feelings. Every day here, they grew in intensity and today you were bursting at the seams.

You weren't as bold and confident as everyone around you. But you wanted to be. You hoped Dorne would bring it out of you, it was just going slower than you hoped.

Your desires were always quiet, personal, private. You had a rich fantasy life, one that could, if let free, really enjoy the freedom of Feast of the Gods. Yet, it wasn't that easy to get past your shyness, your reservation.

You were invited into Ellaria and Oberyn's bed the first night, you respectfully declined, though you wanted to. Over the last five weeks, your passions raged, growing in intensity like a great hunger.

As you watched those women kiss her, caress her, please her - you couldn't help but feel envious. You wanted what they had, you wanted her. Oberyn was handsome, and you were not immune to his charms, but what you really wanted was Ellaria.

You liked her so much you avoided her, never knowing how to proceed around her. Because of this, you grew a little closer to Oberyn but you had a sense he knew exactly what was going on.

You lose yourself in thought for a while, you even imagine what you could be doing back there if you only let yourself relax a little.

By the time you finish your wine, the sound of approaching footsteps captures your attention. You stand and place the chalice on a nearby rock ledge.

“I had a feeling you’d be hiding here, I don’t blame you. It’s paradise.”

Her voice washes over you like honey, you feel your lips curve into a smile, and that nervous feeling flutters in your stomach.

“Ellaria -” you slowly turn to face her.

She’s as beautiful, as commanding as ever. A thin burnt orange dress is wrapped loosely around her body adorned with a brown belt. A necklace made of thin silver coins falls to her rib cage, covering her sun-kissed skin.

When she says your name, you hope she speaks it once more. It sounds like music on her tongue, like a spell. Your eyes meet hers as she comes closer, she’s holding something in a rich bright fabric.

“I don’t mean to be rude, I was just about to return to the party -” you stop as Ellaria stands before you, her deep sienna eyes burn into yours.

“Don’t worry about that, here.” She offers you the item.

You glance at it, then back at her. She responds by inching it closer to you.

With a small smile you take it.

Ellaria watches as you unwrap it. “It is your birthday. Why would you keep such a special day a secret, I cannot understand.”

You gasp. Inside of the box, atop a square of satin, rests a pair of rich blue sapphire earrings and a fire red opal on a golden pendant. You move your lips, but no words come out.

Ellaria picks up the pendant and moves behind you. Gently moving your hair to the side, she places it on your neck. Her touch is feather-light, she smells like flowers and exotic spices, the scent awakens the deepest parts of you.

“My flower, only the best should adorn your skin, your body. Never forget, you are a goddess.” She runs the tips of her fingers across your chest, it sends electricity through your body.

You remain still, following her hands with your eyes as she puts the earrings on your ears, one by one. The cool breeze of the afternoon seems to have disappeared as heat moves over your body; being so close to her was dizzying.

“Are you afraid of me?” She asks softly.

“N-no,” you glance up at her quickly, then look down again, “you’ve been wonderful, you both are. I just...It may sound silly here, in a place like this, but I’m shy, it's not as easy for me.”

“Not as easy for you to do what?” She lifts your chin with her index and middle finger.

You swallow, staring at her with wide eyes.

Your body goes wild, you feel your nipples harden beneath the fabric of your dress, and your gaze lands on her lips.

“You’re special,” Ellaria caresses the side of your face, “and never feel rushed to run anyone else's race. In your own time, you will be ready to be fully who you are.”

Her words land somewhere deep inside of you, they take root and stir the most secret parts of you.

“Thank you Ellaria, I need to hear that.”

Though you loved it here, you did feel a sense of pressure being more reserved than everyone else. It was like Ellaria just gave you permission, permission to feel what you felt and to take your time.

Ellaria observes you a moment then gently caresses your arm.

“Return when you are ready. Oberyn and I have a surprise for you.”

“Another?” You place your hand over the necklace, “ this is quite enough. I’ve never owned anything like this.”

“You deserve the best, and you shall have it.” She winks at you and turns.

You watch her walk away as something overtakes you, something powerful. Rushing forward, you catch up with her and grab her wrist.

Ellaria turns to you, a smile on her lips.

Before you can doubt yourself any further you go for it, you kiss her.

Her lips are as soft as petals and she tastes like wine. She snakes an arm around your back and draws you closer as her tongue slips between your lips. You moan softly and rest your palms against her cheeks, keeping her close.

Ellaria tastes sweet, like berries with a hint of spice. The kiss is so smooth, so familiar it feels like you’ve done it before; your bodies move naturally in a sensual dance as the kiss intensifies, her hands explore your body and move to your hair.

When your lips part, you suck in a breath. With a satisfied moan, Ellaria draws small circles on your back with her fingertips. The way she looks at you makes you feel like the only person in the world. Ellaria’s gaze is focused, hungry.

She whispers in a silky tone, “You’ve surprised me, that doesn’t happen often.”

Your body vibrates with excitement, you feel drunk, intoxicated on Ellaria. You slide your hand over the back of her neck, the moisture and pulsing between your legs intensifies.

With a playful grin, you draw her closer, “I guess it really is the luckiest day of the year.”

Claiming her lips with your own, you kiss Ellaria with so much passion you take her breath away.

Tags: @absurdthirst @over300books @phoenixhalliwell

Where are my Ellaria ppl? I don’t know who to tag :) once I can expand this, Oberyn will show up a little. But this is Ellaria focused.

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