The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter twenty-nine

I dare you all to go to your tiktok account and study the videos you liked last week. If it is as bad as mine, you'll have a good laugh and maybe a free aha realization that you might be just a tiny bit obsessed.

There are some Valyrian in this chapter, and even though I am trying my best to learn the language, I still have used a translator for the sentences spoken.
It may, therefore, not be completely accurate, but a translation is provided.

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CHAPTER TWENTYNINE

His hands were rough but gentle at the same time. His touch soft, yet they felt strong towards her very sore muscles. Her body did, in fact, ache a little extra from her second and third ride on two separate dragons on the same day.

Aemond didn't let the groans and the moans coming from his love get to him at first. He knew he would be wise to not let the way her body felt under his touch affect him and his decisions. Yet, they still did at the end.

He let his hands massage her entire back with a steady pressure, adding more oil only when he needed to.

It wasn't before she turned almost completely silent while he was still massaging that he started craving more responses from her. All this time, he had refused to sit down on her thighs and put his weight on her.

Much because he didn't want to hurt her, but also because he didn't want to give away the effect the sight of her had on him and his own body.

He finally lets his hands just linger on her skin as he bends down, placing his face close to her ear.

"Gaomagon ao gīmigon skorkydoso olvie avy jorrāelan?" He whispers, and those words make Vis shift underneath him.
'Do you know much I love you?'

"Daor, skoro syt ȳdra daor ao sepār urnēptre nyke?"
'No, why don't you just show me?'
Aemond wasn't expecting her to answer back in full sentences. He knew she had some knowledge of his family's language, but he didn't know she spoke it so well.

He got up from his position and moved away from how he was sitting earlier, letting his hand fall on the small of her back the second he no longer had her trapped underneath him, she immediately rolled herself over, looking up at him who was already coming down towards her.

Aemond did not waste any time and connected their lips before she even had gotten herself comfortable in her new position. She could not help but reach up both of her hands and cup his face in them, not letting go.

Soon, Aemond had placed himself next to her in the bed, grabbing a hold of her body and moving her with his. They faced each other while laying on their sides, their kiss, passionate yet hungry. Vis knew she didn't want to change anything up and be wild tonight. She just wanted to relax and feel good, and he was clearly taking the hint.

Their kiss turned into a complete make-out session within a minute, and they stayed like that for quite a while. Aemond had his hands on her waist only, and Vis had hers safely on his cheek.

There came a point where they both clearly were so out of breath that they pulled away from each other at almost the same time. Aemond was not quite done when she broke contact first, though, and stole a few more pecks as he caught his breath.

"When were you gonna tell me about the Valyrian?" He mumbled against her lips while licking his own.

"Gōntan ao daor ūndegon ziry māzis?" She mumbles against his lips before kissing him again.
'Did you not see it coming?'