Untouched Gold / Tywin Lannister / Avalon Targaryen (1)

23. Every Inch

Tyrion at 14 had never known his mother and yet he never felt the loss of never having one because Avalon was a mother to him as long as he could remember. When they first got married and started having children Tyrion thought they would have perfect children and Avalon would forget about me. Tywin and Tyrion didnt fraternize much.

Avalon hated that Tywin treated Tyrion differently but she couldnt change him, she had tried. But she loved Tywin so much and he treated the children right, her children liked Tyrion, their elder brother. Kelsea loved Tyrion, she was always chasing after him.

Avalon was glad for her family, she lost her family, her sister, her niece and nephews, Daenarys who she barely met before they were stolen away for their own safety. Rhaella died soon after Daenarys birth, her blood loss, the stress, everything that led up to that day should have been glorious but it wasnt and Rhaella had succumbed to her labors.

So Avalon was grateful even more for ever birth she had, every child she brought into the world that she got to love and cherish until her last breath. 

It was strange always being in a crowded room of the capitals constant entertainment to it just being the two of them. 

Tywin picked Avalon up and her legs wrapped around him. 

"They are asleep," she whispered against his lips.  He kicked their door closed and smiled kissing her again and again as he tugged at their clothes. 

Meanwhile at the capital Cersei had found out she was pregnant, the capital was a buzz of excitement and Robert smiled, he actually smiled. Cersei stared back at him thinking was this there chance? Was he going to be kind and caring? Was he going to make an effort? 

She could hope but the love was not there not like it was with Jaime, not like it was with her father and Avalon. She saw the love. She saw that passion, every year that passed they seemed more and more in love. Cersei wanted that, before she had wanted to be queen, that was all she wanted, to be a princess, to be the queen, to be royal. Now that she was the queen she didnt see the joys in it. 

She saw her marriage as a chore. Cersei grumbled annoyed that she had been so foolish, she was a foolish, foolish girl wishing for something so badly and she didnt know what she was wishing for. Robert was not her prince charming. He was the bad guy. He was her villian. 

Tywin moaned siding in gently, he watched Avalon's eyes roll back as she held her breath. He dragged back out, then pushed into her again. Each time, the noise grew. A breath turned to a whimper, a whimper to a moan from her lips. 

He quickened his pace, pushing harder and faster until he heard the first scream of pleasure. He lifted both of her legs up, her ankles coming to rest on his back.

"I love you Avalon," As the words leave his mouth, he pushed himself inside her again slowly, letting her feel every inch. She whimpered out, the only response permitted by her happy haze. Tywin paused, allowing her legs to fall to either side of him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. He kissed her again and let his teeth graze her skin. It's a gentle moment, placed deliberately in juxtaposition to what has happened and what will happen when it's over. Biting and kissing his way up her jawline until he reached her ear, he pressed his lips close.

"My Queen," Tywin whispered, a growl forming low in his throat. "Let me worship you... with every..." Another thrust and another moan from her lisp as she clung to him. "part..." again she screamed out in pleasure. "of..." he kept going harder and faster, she thought of boy he wants another kid. But she loved every moment of mother hood and every moment of their bodies merging as one. "my body." 

"I want that." She said breathily. 

"I want to worship every inch of you."

"I want that." Avalon agreed again. 

"Never let you leave this bed until every inch of you is tingling with desire." Tywin went on. 

"I want that."