Red // Otto Hightower (1)

17. Wicked

"We are going to be late." Aelsa remarked. "hurry up." 

"Yes ma'am." Otto agreed spreading her legs, he pushed her dress up tearing at the fabric of her underwear, she smiled already breathing heavy as he grabbed at her breast kissing along her neck. 

"Otto," Aelsa demanded. 

He didn't say another word about it, just nodded and lowered his head to resume warmly kissing along her jawline as he shifted his hips and started slowly thrusting into her.

She kissed his neck as he moved further up on her, positioning himself for the deeper thrusts that would carry him over the edge.

She slipped her hands down to his hips and reached around to grip his backside, squeezing hard like she knew he loved, he liked to be in control but he liked her in control better, bringing a deep groan from his throat and quickening his pace.

She squeezed his ass harder, kneading his firm cheeks with her fingers. His head dropped down to her shoulder and she felt his breathing quicken, shifting to panting gasps before he shuddered and tensed, arching his back as he finally released. Even in the throes of his climax he kept himself under control, holding himself back from thrusting too hard.

"Otto." Aelsa breathed. "Don't hold back." She said slowly, as if each word was its own sentence. He let loose and her head tipped back, she moaned out, the strings of her dress working double time to keep her somewhat put together through her panting breaths. 

Otto collapsed beside her when he was done, pulling her over with him so that they were laying face to face on their sides. His arm circled her back and pulled her close, his lips finding her forehead to plant kisses and murmur soft words against her skin, and when his trembling had stilled he looked at her with so much love in his eyes.

They smiled at each other, not speaking any words. They didn't need them. Words wouldn't have been good enough, anyway.

"Shit the party." Otto remembered getting up. He offered her hand looking to her torn panties on the floor. 

"Help fix my laces." Aelsa requested, he took his time, long fingers trailing over her back. He flattened down her dress, lannister red. She always looked stunning, he thought he would look even more radiant in green.

 'He has your hair, Your Grace.'

'He does have my hair.' Viserys agreed, targaryen's and their silver hair, unmistakable.

'He has your eyes, Your Grace.'

'Yes, he does.' Viserys agreed. 'And you have my nose, don't you?'

'Two years old and already our boy has a kingly presence.'

'He may yet, brother, but this morning he insisted on eating porridge with his hands.' Otto mused.

'He will grow. We're quite a party assembled in his honor. And surely by the end of this hunt, we shall have more to celebrate.'

'And what is that, pray tell.'

'It is Aegon's second name day. His infancy's behind him. It only remains for Viserys to name him heir to the throne.'

'I wouldn't be so sure.' Otto told him stiffly.

'He's the King's firstborn son.

'I don't know that His Grace sees it so clearly.' Otto remarked

'Then it lies with you to make him see it... Lord Hand.' Hobert remarked, but he saw Otto's distracted gaze. "You are staring." Hobert remarked.

"So I am." Otto agreed.

"You have a crush or is that a look of I might kill you in your sleep?" Hobert mused.

"Both." Otto offered. Hobert rose a curious brow.

"Really? Aelsa Lannister? She is beautiful but she is after your job." Hobert reminded him.

"Aelsa has a super sweet taste, but can have a wicked mean face. And it makes my mind shut off." Otto remarked gruffly, he poured himself a glass of wine. "My Gods Hobert, she's got a twisted but brilliant mind, it's more twisted than mine." Otto remarked.

"that's hard to believe." Hobert countered.

"I could never be her-" He hesitated. "- I could never be her friend....could never," Otto remarked looking back at Aelsa's perfect face. She smiled waving back at him her fingers trilling in such a seductive wave she knew what she was doing. "But I could love her until the end." Otto admitted. Hobert blinked back at his brother.

"Love? Is my little brother finally in love again? With the enemy?" Hobert mused.

"Aelsa is a sweet release, she's an up and leave me though too. She's a bad, bad dream. But she's good to me and it's all I need.' he admitted.

"Well then she must just be an angel in disguise. Sweet as can be? Nice hiding under that venomous lannister prestige?" Hobert mused. 

"If I said that she was nice, Hobert, that would be a lie. Aelsa is a sweet release, she's a masterpiece." Otto remarked. Hobert smirked, Otto really was smitten. "My love is a mindless flight risk. Never on time but god, she's timeless."

"When's the wedding?" 

"She's a villain, she's a saint. She's a hero, she's a fucking renegade."

"When's the wedding?" Hobert repeated and Otto finally looked to his brother. "Well? I havent ever seen you like this before. You must love her and she has been looking your way more than I expected..." 

"I could never be hers, I could never be her friend, but I could love her until the end."

"Stop bugging the king." Aelsa instructed. 

"I'm master of ships and as much as everyone hates to admit it-" 

"Tyland," Aelsa grumbled. 

"The step stones are becoming a problem."  Tyland remarked. 

"I know, I have been easing him into that conversation but not today, we want him on our good side remember? Jason?"  Aelsa questioned. Tyland rolled his eyes. 

"We both know Jason is going to fuck things up." Tyland countered. "The step stones are more important that a two year olds party." 

"It can wait another day. We have waited over two years, another day will only kill a handful more of idiotic soldier fighting under Daemon and Corlys reign. It's fine." Aelsa assured. 

"You are wicked." Tyland remarked, she tossed her hair over her shoulder winking back at him as she headed on her way. 

"Thank you."