Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

Reality checks in

Daemon

Her anger was amazingly sexy and I could no longer control myself. I needed to feel her body against mine so I put my arms around her and decided that if I saw the slightest sign of reluctance I would let her go immediately. But all I saw was a misty gaze full of lust and I was about to kiss her when Rhaenyra asked me to do just that. Oh my god, my cock somersaulted when I heard those words from her lips. So I kissed her and she pressed herself hard against me. I knew she was inexperienced and when she felt my swollen cock through my pants she stiffened and I realized that a little restraint on my part was in order. So I pulled away slightly and sought her gaze.

"You drive me crazy my princess," my voice sounded hoarse and I stroked her lower lip with my thumb. She playfully nibbled at it, clearly a natural when it came to teasing and flirting.
"You're the one who makes me weak in the knees. I've been dreaming about your kisses since the last time we saw each other", she said.
"So what are we going to do about it then?" I mumbled, ridiculously pleased to hear that she had been dreaming about me.
Then she looked away, interrupted our mutual caresses, and fear gripped my heart. Was I not what she expected?

Rhaenyra

I gently wriggled out of his arms and saw the surprise in Daemon's eyes. I loved flirting with him, but I had never really thought beyond wanting to kiss him because that was all that was possible. I didn't want to hurt him, I believed I loved him, but I had to be realistic. I was the Princess and was expected to marry to strengthen the position of the crown and above all, I was expected to be a virgin on my wedding night. I had a responsibility to the Seven Kingdoms and I certainly didn't want to disappoint my father. I turned to Daemon who stood stiffly waiting, surely wondering what was going on in my head.

"We must be realistic," I began. Seeking his gaze I noticed his eyes flashing. He had such a hot temper, something I'd experienced myself. It was a dragon's temper.

"So you're flirting with me, wearing that provocative dress only to say no when the heat is on?"

He spat out the words in anger. Daemon was not a man used to hearing the word no, especially from women. I was painfully aware of how many mistresses he had only here in the city. His temper and outburst were public knowledge, but I knew I had nothing to fear from him. I needed to put him in his place so I continued:

"There's nothing wrong with my dress, and if it's only my body you're after, I'm sure one of your whores can satisfy you. I'm a Princess, the first man I sleep with will be my husband." My voice now steaming with anger.

I made myself as tall as possible to emphasize what I had said. Surely he must understand? Daemon was many things, but he was no fool. I expected him to continue scolding me but instead, he came hastily towards me, took my face in his hands, and pleaded. The great warrior Daemon Targaryen pleaded with me.

"Then you must convince your father that we should marry. Rhaeneyra, please. I want to be with you, live with you, and have children with you. Imagine how strong our children would be, the children of two Dragon riders. Even Vhagar herself would be impressed and want them as riders." He sought my gaze and a faint smile played on his lips, but I sensed a worry in his eyes.

"You are already married, we can't ignore that. We must be patient because if I tell my father I want you, then there's no knowing what he will do."

Daemon nodded, understanding that it would be dangerous for him to pursue me right now. It would probably always be dangerous. I studied him for a moment then leaned forward and pulled him close to me, resting my head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. I felt his fingers caress my hair and we stood like that for a long moment before I said:

"Good luck tomorrow", then I walked away without turning around.