F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

33: The Moon, The Sun, and The Stars

Lee

"I loved your song," she says softly as we lie in bed, rewatching Game of Thrones. We were facing each other, her face nuzzled in my hair while I hug her waist and our attention on the tele. The sound wasn't on, but the subs.

"I'd hope so. Took me a year to write it."

She lifts up to look at me, eyes wide in surprise, "You wrote that?" I nod, "Yeah. Lenny does music and helped me out." She pushes my shoulder back until she's on top of me. I put one hand behind my head and the other on her thigh.

"Quit being so perfect," she says in a sultry way, rubbing her hands up and down my chest before lightly tugging my nipples.

"You first,... Khaleesi," I shot back, using the Dothraki word for Queen. She sits up, eyes swirling with something I'm very familiar with. She takes my hand from under my head and brought both of them up her barely covered body.

She breathes out when I give her breasts a squeeze. Her hips buck a little when I do it again. "Does that make you my Khal?" I lick my lips at her, "Yeah. Though, let's have a traditional wedding. Their weddings and baby showers are fuckin' mental." She giggles and I join her.

"Don't worry, shekh ma shieraki anni (my sun and stars)," she says and a shiver goes down my spine. "The only death I want is the little one," she starts. "Little death?" I question, marveling at her gorgeous body.

"It's what the French call an orgasm. Though, you give me... messy ones," now trailing her manicured hands up to my shoulders.

I get the hint and sit up, bracing her back with my right hand. She hugs my neck, our lips a breath apart. "I aim to please, jalan atthirari anni (the moon of my life)."

She lets out a shaky breath then giggles, "I love when you speak Dothraki to me."

I raise an eyebrow, "Good, because that's the only other language I know." She laughs again then bites my bottom lip. I love when she does that.

"Would you fight for me like a Dothraki?" Her voice drops to an octave that makes me harden more against her. I pull her to me aggressively, making her gasp.

"Sek, k'athjilari (yes, definitely)," I reply before adding. "Che dothras che drivos (ride or die)." I kiss her slowly and soundly, savoring the taste of her lips.

She closes her eyes and bucks her hips when I pull her weight down on my covered member, "Fuck."

I smirk at her, "Your turn ons get more and more interesting each time, huh?" Her eyes flutter open and she grins before glancing down between us.

"I'm not the only one turned on, am I?" I shake my head, "No."

She moves one of my hands to her half-exposed cheek and I smack it. She gasps and begins moving her hips on my lap, teasing me. "Wanna know what we're gonna do on our wedding night?"

I groan quietly when she rolls her body. "We're spending the whole night trying to get me pregnant," she purrs, and my breath hitches.

"I want you naked before I take my dress off. Then I want you to undress me using that pretty, talented mouth of yours," she says, dragging her thumb over my lip, making me twitch and dribble in my boxers.