When Love Lasts (Aemond Targaryen)

✧ Love entangled in chaos ✧

Our quarters

   ❉ The fire was blazing in the fireplace, warming the cold stone that protected us from the snow blizzard. The room where Aemond and I are staying during our visit is comfortable. A large bed decorated with a fur cover and opposite the bed stood a wide fireplace. The room was embellished in earth tones. Grey, brown and black are the main colors.
What I found interesting is that the bathtub was next to the fireplace.

After returning from dinner, a warm bath was waiting for me. A good indicator that the water was warm, was the steam that descended like morning fog down the tub.

Dinner caused my husband and I to hang out in silence. No one spoke a word.
I am offended by the way he is behaving, not only him but also my brothers, it is unacceptable. Aemond does not speak because his ego is hurt. He despises us being here.

I got ready for bed and crawled under the heavy fur duvet. While I was getting ready for bed, Aemond was sitting in the armchair next to the window. The window stretched from floor to ceiling and thus provided a nice view of Winterfell. At no point did he pay any attention to me.

I surrendered to the comfortable mattress, but sleep could not come to my eyes. I am exhausted from the journey and also hunger has overtaken me. For the whole day, I ate piece of bread and grapes. During dinner, I only took two bites of the venison that was offered. I was afraid of how my stomach would react, so I refrained from eating.

I lay there staring at the ceiling until I felt Aemond slowly crawl into bed. He lay down on his side with his back facing me. Such childish behavior.

  - We don't speak?

He didn't answer. I stood up and leaned on his right shoulder and stuck my head in so that I could see his face.

His eyes were closed and arms were crossed over his chest. I gently ran my hands over his upper arm. I hate it when we go to bed without talking. I am now so close to his body that if I could I would enter inside him. I left long kisses on his shoulder. I don't know if it was the hormones or simply the way Aemond attracted me, but I was so eager for his touch. It went from innocent kisses to vicious lust. I still didn't get any reaction from him. Give it up Aemma he obviously needs time to collect his thoughts.

Just as I managed to get into the position that Aemond was in, I felt his hands grab me. In a second he turned around and snuggled up against my back. He slipped his right arm under my neck and wrapped it around my breasts while holding the upper part of my left arm tightly with his left hand.

His breath caressed my cheek and neck.

  - Why did you move?

  - He speaks? And here I thought Cregan cut out your tongue.

At this statement of mine, he started applying stronger pressure on my upper body with his hands. As he was dexterous with his hands, he is also dexterous with his feet. He pushed his left leg between my legs and thus separated them. He bent it at the knee and with that move he is now touching my weak spot.

  - Don't mention him in such intimate moments!

He commanded leaving small kisses on my shoulder.

  - I'm not impressed. You are not innovative, you simply copy everything I do.

I seem to poke the bear with this statement. By a series of quick events I now found myself under him. He likes to show his dominant side. He put all his weight on me, held my wrists and spoke to me in a serious tone.

  - Be careful what you're talking about, wife, I asked around and found some useful information.

I looked at him with a mischievous smile.