Right For You / Tywin Lannister (2)

1. Bored of You

Previously in book one Bored of you ...

'Oh, get on with it you son of a whore." Tyrion snapped his eyes open when Jaime asked

'is that was a way to talk about our mother?' Jaime questioned with a chuckle. Jaime let Tyrion out of the cell, Tyrion followed obediently.

'What are you doing?' Tyrion was shocked to hear that his brother was saving him. "Who's helping you?'

'You have more friends than you think.' Jaime added

'Who?'

'Varys.' jaime answered.

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'Oberyn is dead' Geneva practically squealed with delight. Her husband was dead and everything was looking up for her and Tywin.

'Oberyn is dead.' Tywin confirmed

'Could i stay? Here. At the capitol. With you...' geneva questioned batting her eyelashes at him.

'Be my wife.' Tywin told her. 'I won't treat you as oberyn did. I swear it.'

'Yes.' she said immediately. He devoured her mouth with his, lapping his tongue against hers. She was his now, and forever never sounded so good.

Pleasure coils through her, tighter and tighter, centering on her clit and the slow circling of his thumb there. She pressed her fingers hard against the bed frame, desperate for more leverage to force him to finish this. So close. His hand dropped away and then his voice is in her ear, low and rougher than I've ever heard it.

'Mine, Geneva Lannister.'

Arching back against him as much as she was able, the pain twining with pleasure that she had no way to describe. The earlier denied orgasm rolled over her, and her breathless cries morph into a single word. His name.

His arms encircling her gave her a deep and comforting sense of being protected...nurtured...loved.

Tyrion walked in on them tywin pulled a blanket up over Geneva's bare body pulling her to him trying to protect her from tyrions possible rage when he saw the cross bow in his hands.

"Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you...." Tyrion tightened the grip on the crossbow, he had the upper hand, Tywin pulled Geneva behind him she stared at Tyrion his face pinched, agony flowing through him. "This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure."

"All my life you've wanted me dead." Tyrion reminded him, tywin nodded in agreement he felt Geneva's soft hands at his back.

"Yes. But you refused to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'll never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son." Silence filled the room while Tywin tried to read his sons expression, deciding if Tyrion was actually going to shoot him.

"I loved her."

"Who?"

"Shae."

"Oh, Tyrion... she was a whore, what about that don't you understand?  Just put the crossbow down.' Tywin demanded but Tyrion at shot him. He missed and Geneva ducked a little shriek escaped her lips. Tyrion raised the crossbow threatening his father to say another word.  "And what? You'll kill your own father? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense."

"I am your son and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Joffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?"

"Enough. Let me get some pants on and we can speak with some dignity."

'You love her, don't you?" Tyrion questioned nodding to Geneva.

"I do.'

"I loved Shae and you turned her on me, why do you get to be happy and I don't?" Tyrion pondered and Tywin opened his mouth to speak but without hesitation, Tyrion released the arrow, geneva pushed tywin but not fast enough, shooting it into his father's shoulder. Tywin flew backwards, tipping back in Geneva she screamed out. He gripped the arrow, hissing out a pained breath.

'Tywin!' she shouted her fingers hoovering above the arrow she was going to pull it out as Tywin sat upright.

"You shot me." Tywin declared, through clenched teeth.  "You're no son of mine."

"I am your son." Tyrion answered while loading a new arrow. "I have always been your son." But as tyrion fumbled with the arrow geneva got up. The sheet twisting around her.

'What the fuck tyrion!' Geneva shouted pulling the arrow from tywins shoulder. He winced at the pain putting pressure on it. Geneva however gripped the arrow in her hand as she stomping towards tyrion her sheet falling to the floor tyrion watched her curiously as she approached him. 'I find someone that treats me like im the best thing in the world. I'm free of oberyn and this- this!' She pointed back at his father. 'You are trying to ruin my happily ever after!'

'Geneva-'

'You are trying to take that from me! I love him and you tried to steal him. You are trying to steal the life we can have had. I was finally free and finally happy. You try and take that from me!' She shouted stabbing the arrow into tyrions neck he choked coughing up blood as he tumbled before her. Then with a calm clarity she declared. 'Burn in hell.'

Tywin stared back at her a pained smile on his face. She called out for the maester and ran to tywin.

"You are going to be okay."