C U R I O S I T Y | Aemond Targaryen

T W E N T Y - S E V E N

Warning: Smut

Cordelia's P.O.V.

I'm falling... I'm falling hard. Fuck.

Tumbling into the house with Aemond, I feel him everywhere while everything surrounding us is a blur of nothing. His hands smooth over my back, then grope my ass, only for him to bring his hands back to my neck and thighs. My hands are no better; one second they're in his hair and then suddenly they are dancing frantically over his chest.

The drive home was dead silent and the tension between us was fogging up the dang car windows. Both of us kept our mouths sealed like saying a single word would be our undoing and we would have to pull the car to the side of the road. Aemond only made it worse for me by keeping one hand around my inner thigh at all times as he drove us home, and it took everything in me not to whine when he squeezed or traced shapes into my bare skin during the ride.

The moment Aemond parked in the garage and we got out of his car, he had me on top of the hood like he was coming unglued. Aemond had kissed me so fiercely on top of his car that it led me to rest my back on the hood with my legs clinging to his sides. I had just discarded his pirate hat and eyepatch carelessly in the garage when Aemond picked me up and taken us inside the house; it was like he unconsciously needed for us to make it inside the house instead of settling with the garage.

"Crap- Crap, Aemond."

I gasp into his lips as I stumble and try to kick my slippers out from under my feet. Aemond is quick with his hands and he grips my ass to hold me securely against him as I fling my last shoe somewhere in the livingroom. Holding him by the collar of his jacket, I listen as he breathes into my mouth and recklessly guides us through the house.

"I got you, baby. Baby..."

His last word comes out as a groan as I try to pull his jacket off while he walks me backward. Kissing him like he's the air I need to breathe in, I attempt to get his hands away from my body so I can take off his jacket, but he's hands act as if they physically can't let me go. Growling when I'm still struggling with the jacket, I go to unbutton his vest instead, while I feel myself ram into something from behind.

A lamp suddenly falls over on a side-table and shatters on the surrounding floor, making Aemond curse under his breath and hoist me off my bare feet. Wrapping my legs around his waist as I get to the last button on his vest, I feel his hands slide under my dress before hearing him walk through the broken glass pieces and break it all the more with each step he takes. Tearing his lips away from mine, Aemond drops his head low and attacks my neck with starved nips and licks.

I choke on my breaths as his mouth roams over my neck and I'm suddenly back to struggling with taking off his jacket. Though I've imagined what it would be like to have Aemond's hands and lips on me, I never expected it to be this intense with lust, but I should have. Yanking at his jacket like I have had enough, I whine with frustration and oozing sass just as one of his hands gets a good grip on my hair.

"Aemond, let me take your freaking jacket off."

"Baby, I would if you stopped pulling me towards you every time you tried."

Aemond growls, as if he has been trying to let me take it off him, and I suddenly realize I have been tugging him closer every time I make a move to take his clothes off. Huffing embarrassedly with a blush draping over me, I then move to take off his jacket without bringing him closer and it comes off without a fight. Chuckling at my defeated expression, Aemond lets his jacket drop to the ground with ease before grabbing my waist and turning me around.

"See, that wasn't so difficult..."

He hums while pushing my back flush onto his chest and bringing his lips back to the crook of my neck. Rolling his hands over my body deliberately rough, one hand comes to my beasts while the other claws at my dress. Spoiling one side of my neck with his mouth, Aemond cups one of my breasts in his hand, possessively cruel, and murmurs.