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"OH MY, Oberyn! I am so sorry!" You spun on your heels, pressing the palms of your hands into you eyes. You were grateful you turned away, because you were certain the blush on your cheeks was only reddening. "I was told you called for me! I had no idea you were unprepared, I apologize."
Oberyn sat unabashedly stretched out, sphinx-like and regal as always, and only half clothed. You had stared a moment too long before turning, you knew that. He knew that. If he wasn't smug before, he was absolutely basking in smugness now. Oberyn was used to being a catch, but something about making you blush brought him pleasure like he swore he'd never felt. His whole heart felt like it was on fire. You were truly his match, he was certain.
"I did. I'm delighted to see you, my dear." Satisfaction bled through his words at your clear embarrassment.
"But you're half dressed!" Admittedly, it hadn't bothered you. In fact, it was practically a struggle to turn away from the tanned bare torso of Oberyn Martell, especially when he looked at you like that. But you knew it was improper and you couldn't shake the thought of your mother smacking you on the back of the head if you allowed yourself to stare.
"We're to be married, you should expect to see me in less." His hot tone burned straight through you. You treasured his Dornish bluntness, and god, he loved teasing you with it. Although the marriage was arranged, neither of you seemed to be complaining.
You turned apprehensively to look at him, and a new hot blush coated your cheeks. You did your best to seem unbothered. He reveled in watching you fight for some sense of propriety as your eyes begged to dip to the line of hair trailing from his belly button. His brow furrowed in that exaggerated, teasing way and he beckoned you closer with a hand.
"Come." He patted the spot beside him on the bed, another move that lit fire through you. You followed without a second thought and practically collapsed beside him. He grinned wolfishly at you and harmlessly stretched out his hand to toy with a soft rope of your outfit around your waist. You were blushing again. ——— WORD COUNT 382
