The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter thirteen (WARNING: This chapter contains smut.)

A/N: Checked for spelling errors and parted up for easier read.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

This chapter is my longest one. My smut writing is honestly way better and more descriptive than my normal writing. Oh, and yes. Complete smut chapter, lovelies.

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Vis hasn't been down into slumber for long when she is awakened by movement by her side. Opening her eyes, she can barely keep out that it is Aemond who has placed himself by her side. He doesn't say anything, just bends down and places a soft kiss on her lips.

"Is it late already?" Vis sits up slightly. "Not really. The sun isn't even on its way down, so there's plenty of time before dinner." He adds, getting up from his seat. He walks around the edge of his bed and sits down on the edge of the opposite side of where Vis is laying.

"I checked the door to the passway before you woke up. Does your maid unlock it when you're gone?" Vis turns her head to the door, seeing the hidden hinch folded. She turns her head back towards Aemond again when she hears him shuffle his feet on the floor. She can hear his boots fall so she gently toss her body to the side. Aemond lays down beside her on his side as well, facing her.

"How did the meeting go?" He asks, reaching out his hand to tuck one of Vis' curls behind her ear. "It went well. I will be using dark purple, dark green, and black." She adds.

"Can you take it off?" She points to his patch. Aemond shakes his head slightly.

"Please, I prefer you without it."
Aemond doesn't know how to respond to that. He lets out a loud sigh, nodding as he gently removes the patch around his head. Vis is not letting her eyes off him. When it's completely off, he turns his head towards her, now resting it on the pillow.

Vis reaches her hand out and interlock their index fingers, fiddling with his in her grip. She turns her attention from their fingers and up to his face. She just looks at him, not saying a thing. She is still a bit tired, and the sound of

Aemonds breathing beside her calms her much more than it should. Vis keeps looking over at her betrothed, studying all of his facial features. His jaw is so sharp it could probably cut you to your blood. His lips are thin and almost always in a natural pout that is especially visible when smirks. His only eye is icy blue, and even though he only has one functional eye, that eye is particularly intimidating sometimes. His brows are dark brown. When he smiles, the cutest dimples appear on his cheeks as well.

Vis keeps her eyes on her betrothed some time longer before new thoughts form in her mind. "Your mother tried talking me out of dresses with open backs and high splits." Vis starts the conversation.

"She said that an open back would be terribly inconvenient when I wobbled around with a big belly." She adds, a comment that makes Aemond raise his brow. He sighs loudly, shuffling his body closer to her. He reaches out his hand and places it on her torso.

"I think that if you were to add an open back to the dress you're going to wear when carrying our child, it is sadly gonna make me go slowly insane." He nods his head after finishing that sentence.

"You think that maybe we should find a way to enjoy each other before they marry us without having to tend to the infamous tea?" Vis suggests to him.

"And what kind of suggestions would you present, my love?" Vis looks at her lovers hand on her belly.

"There is sheep intestines, works like a glove. Then there is a plant called Moondug. It is a plant you dry, powder, and take in the form of tea, I guess. But it only works if you drink it every day, and you can not forget it." Aemond shuffles even closer to his girl.